Arriba, abajo;

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Mordecai, OPEN!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Mordecai found the bar. Good luck getting him to leave, ever.
NOTES: Prose or action is fine, take your pick. Oh, and feel free to join existing threads or start a new one.

It was amazing how quickly time could pass. Already, Mordecai had been stuck on this damn ship for a week - a week too long, in his opinion, but there wasn't much to do about that. Most of his and Lilith's thoughts on how they might get out of here already had proven futile. Having spent as much time reading the comms as he had, though, that didn't really surprise him. There wasn't much that they'd thought of that hadn't already been tried.

He wasn't about to give up on at least finding out more about the workings of the place, though. There was a lot of information out there that the ship's other residents knew that wasn't written down in any obvious place - he'd learned that much already from Jaye and her descriptions of the ship's interior. He doubted those he really wanted information from - namely, the ship's Captain and Commander - would ever visit the bar and talk openly with the passengers while inebriated. That would be too good to be true. But getting to know a few more people could yield surprising results.

Well, that, and really, he just wanted a drink, so justifying it to himself didn't actually matter. Besides, he was curious about the place. He sent a quick text to Lilith, who he'd never known to turn down a night of social drinking, then headed on in to see who was there, and most importantly, what the regulars recommended he try.

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[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Yeah, I get that for sure. Especially with how many people used to be here, if this's supposed to be a colony ship. That many people don't just vanish overnight." Then again, they'd all just appeared on the ship, so maybe people could just disappear, but that didn't come any closer to explaining why or how.

"How 'bout you, have you talked to Ward or Resnik yourself?"

[killarevolution]

"More than likely, they're dead." There was only moderate proof about that, but it was enough to make it Haymitch's pet theory and he was sticking by it.

"Oh no, I don't get involved in their affairs. I leave that to the rest of the damn ship. Everyone's got a bone to pick with those two and I leave them to it."

But he stalked the network like crazy when they showed up on it. Most of the interesting information was probably filtered, but he worked with what he had. He didn't have Beetee here to hack the signal.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"So you just let 'em do whatever they do, and sit here an' drink and don't do a damn thing about it, huh?" He understood why people had that mindset sometimes, sure, but that didn't mean he agreed with it. It seemed that the majority of the ship's residents thought that way, though - their situation was a problem, the captain was incompetent at best, or a dangerous liar at worst, and all they did was get by.

[killarevolution]

And plot mutiny with a select few individuals, but if that was the impression Haymitch gave off, then he was doing his job right. "Exactly," he mused, taking a long swig of his drink. "Never hurt me in the past any."

Everyone else, maybe, but not him.