What the hell? Tannis I swear if you're trying to pull one over me again I'm gonna put a round right between your eyes you crazy bitch!
[There's some shuffling around the room.]
Where the hell am I? This ain't any Lance cell. More like some crappy hotel room.
[He kicks his bed and then pauses.]
And what the hell did you sons of bitches do with
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It's about freaking time you got here, oh fearless leader.
[Yes, he's at the bar with Lilith and yes, he's pretty... tanked. Good luck, Roland.]
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It's not just our guns, either. Stupid-ass Captain did something to me!
[In a lightning-fast tantrum, she phases out, heedless of the bottle smashing at the bottom of the stool. She phases back in again looking every bit as scowly.]
I can still do that easy and set fires, but everything else... gone!
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You think they work for Atlas?
[I.e. you think they're Crimson Lance?]
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Nah, it's something else. Something bigger than that. Atlas would be broadcasting their presence all over the place. They never do anything quiet.
[He downs what's left of his drink and reaches for another.]
This? Is some fucked up shit. Different universes and realities and... Lilith told you about the fire deck, yeah? That thing was burning before I got here and hasn't stopped.
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[Lilith is sulking again. She would have liked to have a one-on-one conversation with Steele, the only other siren she'd ever heard of by name or encountered. It's a lost opportunity she still boils over every so often.]
Told you it was nuts, big guy. Think you can handle it?
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Alright no more of this sulking bullshit. Roland grabs his own bottle of tequila, pops it open, and chugs it like a boss. When he's done he wipes his mouth with his sleeve and slams it on the table.]
Shit, we killed bandits, fucked the Lance, and saved the fucking universe. If we can handle that, then this ain't shit.
[And at least they won't have to worry about some disembodied voice bugging them.]
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Eh, I'm not worried. It's been pretty cruisy so far. Shit hits the fan every now and then but it's...
[He shrugs. Mordecai isn't about to admit to dying just yet. Or why he died.]
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Hey, Roland. Do you believe in ghosts?
[She'll be swaying in her seat, now. That tequila was chugged way too fast for her to be NOT dizzy, or unbalanced, or otherwise muddled.]
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The hell do ghosts have to do with anything?
[Roland watches her carefully, ready to grab her before her drunk ass falls off her stole.]
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A while back, we got some psycho little girl walkin' around the ship, killing everybody she saw. Before that... a lot of us died trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. This asshole here was one of 'em. Sca... freaked me the fuck out.
My point, I think my point is, whatever you do, no matter how you die, you're gonna come back. It's like we're in the loop of life. Or some shit. I dunno.
[Lilith grumps.]
I wan' another tequila.
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So we're immortal? Goody. Tell me you got the fucker that did it.
[Roland grabs more tequila for both him and Lilith.]
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[His mood has shifted a little with the mention of his death. Mordecai is glad that Lilith didn't go into detail and a little surprised that she admitted to it freaking her out.
Downing his drink, he mutters to Roland.]
Grab one for me too, will you?
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