[The feed cuts in on her wicked giggling and Cheshire's grin. She's just had a terrible or brilliant idea.]

Guys.

Guys!

The day after tomorrow.

DEMOLITION DERBY!

Am I right!?

Mordecai, Roland, you don't got a choice.

[The video flicks on, and there she... no, HE is. A very feminine, very red-haired man is stroking his lips and eyes and jaw and peering into the camera. Is he admiring himself? Oh yes he is.

Lilith isn't so sure that this is a bad thing, as long as it isn't permanent. His hand disappears off-camera to grab his own crotch.]Oh, sweet deal ( Read more... )

About fuuuucking time. A hotel is too much like what we got on the ship to be much of a change, honestly. I am so campin' out.

[She sounds exactly like the cat after it brutalized the canary, purr-y and smug and ready to pounce the shit out of another unsuspecting bird.]

I gotta say, I am liking the selection here. Locals are a bit too rocky ( Read more... )