021 - malcolm is a maudlin drunk.

[fuckitybye]

[Audio. Malcolm's Glaswegian accent has thickened considerably.]

What's the fucking point, yeah? Bein' a useless cunt out here in the fucking ... arse-end of the fucking universe, not a fucking friend in sight and your family gone and fucking ... superheroes and things'll rip your fucking throat out and ... this is supposed to help?

Fuck this cack-brained shit in the ear with a fucking screwdriver.

[Click. Audio off. He'll respond to anyone who feels like hassling him via journal, but some time later, anyone wandering up on deck will find Malcolm standing at the railing staring morosely off into the distance. In his left hand he clutches his useless Blackberry and this photograph. Feel free to come spam Malcolm and, if you dare, ask him about the photograph. Also, sorry for spamming with Malc posts this morning. Done now.]

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[Spam]

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm just doesn't quite have it in him at the moment to really let loose on Iroh, who gets a decidely below-par:]

Says you. Zen bastard.

[Spam]

[grand-lotus.livejournal.com]

[For that you get a smile and another shoulder pat.]

If you never stop to think about the past, my friend, you will stumble into making the same mistakes - time and time again, without even knowing it. Introspection is a powerful thing. Just...try not to fixate on what you cannot change.

[Spam]

[fuckitybye]

Aye, well ... thanks, Confucius.