[The feed kicks in to the low laugh of Mordecai. He's pretty darn amused, and judging by the video stream is crashed back in his own bed with the camera facing away from him.]

I got it, I got it.

[Another chuckle. The camera turns to face him. Morde's missing his shirt as well as his mask and is grinning into the comm. It's pretty clear that he's ( Read more... )

 [The comm clicks on to a lovely view of the ceiling in Sergei's. There's a fumble, a muttered cuss and then Mordecai's unmasked face appears on the screen.]

Ahh shit. I didn't want this video crap.

[Please hold while he grumbles to himself and downs the remnants of his glass.]

Booze and pool tables at Sergei's. Life is good. How about you all cut the ( Read more... )

[The comm clicks on and Mordecai's rather dry growl of a voice is heard.]

I guess I should speak up before this freakin' thing starts spraying water again.

[He hopes it's water anyway.]

Seems we've got a few new prisoners. Guess what? You ain't going home.

[Idle conversation has never been his thing. Mordecai cuts the transmission.]