[Accidental video post]
[When the scene clicks on, Greed is lying still enough for it to look like a video of him falling asleep on the couch with a cigarette in his mouth. The rising smoke is the only motion for the first half minute before his arm moves from over his eyes to ash into a nearby ashtray that looks like a cartoonish parody for how many cigarette butts are piled up.] Tch.
There’s strategy and then there’s just bein’ a bitch, damn it… [He pulls the cigarette back to his mouth with a sardonic simper.] Iya, just bein’ a bitch is exactly what I oughtta expect. Strategically speaking.
[For another stretch of time there’s nothing but a thin trail of smoke and distant chatter from the other end of the bar behind the camera he doesn’t realize is on.]
One by one by one, takin' hostages, or all in one sweep… Yeah. Somehow or another, take out the entire board before gettin’ to the king, right? Best way to piss off a greedy guy’s to take everything…
Mmm. Guess I could try ‘n play carefully, but what’s the point of havin’ somethin’ you can’t use. You don't really have it then.
[The couch creeks as he adjusts his position, rolling onto his stomach and putting out the cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.] That’s a question I’d wanna ask That Person, too. Question is how we got traced. [A listless stare settles on the computer. He’s still not tech savvy enough to realize the light on the camera means it’s on, but it does get his attention and consideration.] …That?
Mn, but, that one doesn’t seem to be on there and he still got found out.
Maybe I got ratted out. The worlds seem pretty close. Maybe it’s just a matter of findin’ this one. That’d make that round a dress rehearsal.
[Greed lies still for another uncharacteristically long stretch, then fumbles for yet another cigarette.]
Pain in my ass, man.
(ooc: quick little sulk for an alternate canon crew slaughter and some canon difference based paranoia before getting into the Eris plot.)