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2nd Wave

[It's a week now since Davy Jones joined up with the Barge and was immediately thrust into Zero, and now he's out and about. Not so much about as out, as he seems relegated to his sixth floor cabin in a perpetual moody sulk.

But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.

At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.

He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]

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Give it a rest barnacle boy; might still have my senses dulled to fuck down here but you don't need my hearing to get that caterwauling.

You too, blue balls.

[ pops up on screen, holding a whiteboard that reads: ]

SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW AWESOME MY SOUND SYSTEM IS

Edited 2013-07-24 18:29 (UTC)

[ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.]

Cute.

Least it's decent music.

[ Megamind shrugs; Creed gets half a point for having good taste in music. He's still deep in the negatives. And then he scoots off, head bobbing to Paradise City when it comes on. ]