*Marco awakes with a start, not that he'd ever 'woken up' after death any other way. One moment there was pain and fading consciousness, the next he was awake and fine. He'd never get used to it...or at least he hoped he wouldn't die enough for that to happen. He sits up and sighs, looking over what he could see of his body and then running his ( Read more... )

*Marco sounds very, very tired.*

If someone could bring me back my cigarettes and lighter, I would greatly appreciate it.

((Dead-ed around midday on the 16th marco is one stubborn fucker, man, so also scattered are boxers, shorts, a flask, and a pocket-sized notebook with most of the pages torn out and nothing written in it.Strikes are claimed; ( Read more... )

Could someone please bring me something to eat? And drink.

...no alcohol.

((replies will be ICly slow, taking anywhere from five to thirty minutes to be sent))

*Even though he worked at Sergei's, Marco usually ate at the buffet if he wasn't 'tending there. It was a lot easier to just grab things when he was hungry than to bother someone for food. So that's where he could be found this evening, sitting alone with a sandwich and a bottle of vodka, blissfully unaware of the pheromones in the air around him

*About 15-20 minutes after his random encounter with Ripa, Marco manages to get himself together enough to send out a quick text.*

godric

ic hanged my mnd on your offer

*Marco's voice is emotionless*

Jak...Can you meet me on deck 16?

*Marco's voice is very calm; there's basically no emotion in it.*

Stay away from the library for awhile. And don't read any books you may have from there. They seem to be causing...problems.

*There's a bit of silence before Marco speaks up.*

Can somebody tell me where to get cigarettes on this ship? The more the better.
...I guess clothes would be good too...

((Since the rest of you are coming back... Marco's clothes (t-shirt, khaki pants, work boots, socks and boxers), lighter and pack of camel reds are scattered.))