[ 006 ] [ audio // common ] [ who the hell is that? ]

[bastardbytrade]

What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]

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[onlyajackass]

I know who to call next time I get in a jam.

[Heyyyy Mordecai! It's your bff, Gippal again. :D]

[bastardbytrade]

[Oh crap, not you 8|]

Sure, come over and I'll fix you right up.

[Tone suggests his methods of 'fixing' aren't exactly kind.]

[phasebitchin]

Voices again.

[The hallucinatory stint they all went through was just sooo fun. And she wasn't even in this much pain back then; Lilith sounds rough, raw, like a cheese grater got shoved down her throat.]

[bastardbytrade]

[There's a pause. Mordecai frowns at the comm.]

At least it's different to last time. Speaking of which, what the hell happened to yours?

[You hear no concern here.]

[phasebitchin]

[Lilith is torn. On the one hand, she wants to whine. On the other, she doesn't want him to get curious, come to her room, and see what the fuck is up. Attention Whore Syndrome gets the better of her, and will for as long as he doesn't get ideas.]

I feel like shit, is what happened to it. Fucking bastard didn't play by the rules of the game.

[bastardbytrade]

[He should of known the answer to that question before he asked it.]

Who?

[His tone is low. Mordecai's anger is barely in check.]

[pimp_hat]

And here I t'ought we could count on joo fuh anytin'.

[bastardbytrade]

I don't work for free.

[He sounds a little amused though his words are entirely serious.]

[pimp_hat]

How 'bout a friendly pat on da back? Dat do it fuh jah?

[bastardbytrade]

Just a pat on the back?

I'm crushed. From you, I expected a hug at least.

[hadalotofsugar]

When do we ever know what's going on?

[These voices are starting to really get on his nerves, so King sounds snappy.]

[bastardbytrade]

Good point, but not what I'm after.

What's got you so pissed off?

[His tone suggests that yes, King, Mordecai is mocking you.]

[hadalotofsugar]

No one's done anything, if that's what you're wondering.

[King pauses for a moment.]

It's like having thousands of tiny bees in my ears. Except I don't have the satisfaction of smashing the bees and then making them shut up.

[bastardbytrade]

[There's a pause on this side of the comm as well, and then burst of laughter. Here Mordecai had been expecting bitching and whining of some sort, but that response was just lovely.]

Freakin' classic. I couldn't of put it better myself.

[Oddly enough, King just got himself some genuine approval.]

So no one set it off. Huh. Have you heard anything on shutting it up?

[chopshopgoddess]

You hear 'em too, huh?

[bastardbytrade]

Mikaela.

Sounds like everyone does. What're they saying to you?

[chopshopgoddess]

Like...people...crying for help or something. It's freaky.

[bastardbytrade]

[He pauses, nods at the comm and sighs.]

The same shit I've been hearing then. It's damn annoying.

...You're not scared are you?