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Post-It: ETD 00:26am
Jun. 3rd, 2015 07:32 amRight.
So supposing I've accidentally gone an' graduated myself. Gwenny's left already, an' I've...
...I've got things that need to be taken care of, back where I'm from. Can't let souls of the dead go wandering about, can you?
Ahh, but here; this place. I mean, I like it, but it's bloody inconvenient at times, isn't it? So I'll be holding off joining you in retirement jus' yet. Someone's got to go look after the other reapers.
Also, not much of a fan of sobriety this early in the morning. Nice to have me powers back in full, though. An' look; I haven't had one drink in weeks. I'd say I'm pretty much cured.
Johnny the rabbit goes to Tiff. Any of you come by the Seattle area, go hang aroun' near someone who's about to die. Chances are we'll meet.
Been nice knowing you, Barge. Now sod off.
So supposing I've accidentally gone an' graduated myself. Gwenny's left already, an' I've...
...I've got things that need to be taken care of, back where I'm from. Can't let souls of the dead go wandering about, can you?
Ahh, but here; this place. I mean, I like it, but it's bloody inconvenient at times, isn't it? So I'll be holding off joining you in retirement jus' yet. Someone's got to go look after the other reapers.
Also, not much of a fan of sobriety this early in the morning. Nice to have me powers back in full, though. An' look; I haven't had one drink in weeks. I'd say I'm pretty much cured.
Johnny the rabbit goes to Tiff. Any of you come by the Seattle area, go hang aroun' near someone who's about to die. Chances are we'll meet.
Been nice knowing you, Barge. Now sod off.
Post-It: ETD 00:25am
May. 26th, 2015 07:21 am[Spam, Open]
[Paris, for Mason, is a bit like being in familiar territory once more. He's on the right side of the ocean at the very least, and seems to be having a good, albeit subdued sort of time. Tiffany's graduated, but she won't let him into the bar on the ship, and he seems...all right, in that knowledge. He hates making her, or making Gwen or Allison disappointed in him. Their faces when he fails again are the worst things in the world, especially when he doesn't have hangovers as a physical reminder.
During the day, Mason will spend his hours hanging with friends, going to shops and museums and things, enjoying his time spent off the ship.
Still, though, he is a reaper. And he tends to move where there's death. He avoids the catacombs so that he doesn't accidentally run into any lost souls, but he does visit the aboveground graveyards by himself]
[Later on, it's dark. He's walking back to his hotel, hands stuffed in his pockets, enjoying his feelings of sobriety and how good food tastes again. Everything seems much more enhanced, like he's living in HD when he's not completely smashed. It's nice. But there's always that craving following him like a shadow.
It's past 2am when he finds the body of a homeless man, curled up in an alleyway and wrapped around the half-empty bottle.
Mason's seen a million bodies in his afterlifetime. He crouches next to the man without fear, albeit with a little hesitation, and sets his hand on the man's shoulder like he might have when he was still working.
With his other hand, he pulls the bottle from the man's grasp, looking it over.
The craving is always going to be there, but for the moment, he feels stronger and more in control. Mason sets the bottle back.
Somewhere in the city, Gwen's tracker on her communicator fades off.]
[Paris, for Mason, is a bit like being in familiar territory once more. He's on the right side of the ocean at the very least, and seems to be having a good, albeit subdued sort of time. Tiffany's graduated, but she won't let him into the bar on the ship, and he seems...all right, in that knowledge. He hates making her, or making Gwen or Allison disappointed in him. Their faces when he fails again are the worst things in the world, especially when he doesn't have hangovers as a physical reminder.
During the day, Mason will spend his hours hanging with friends, going to shops and museums and things, enjoying his time spent off the ship.
Still, though, he is a reaper. And he tends to move where there's death. He avoids the catacombs so that he doesn't accidentally run into any lost souls, but he does visit the aboveground graveyards by himself]
[Later on, it's dark. He's walking back to his hotel, hands stuffed in his pockets, enjoying his feelings of sobriety and how good food tastes again. Everything seems much more enhanced, like he's living in HD when he's not completely smashed. It's nice. But there's always that craving following him like a shadow.
It's past 2am when he finds the body of a homeless man, curled up in an alleyway and wrapped around the half-empty bottle.
Mason's seen a million bodies in his afterlifetime. He crouches next to the man without fear, albeit with a little hesitation, and sets his hand on the man's shoulder like he might have when he was still working.
With his other hand, he pulls the bottle from the man's grasp, looking it over.
The craving is always going to be there, but for the moment, he feels stronger and more in control. Mason sets the bottle back.
Somewhere in the city, Gwen's tracker on her communicator fades off.]
Post-It: ETD 00:24am
May. 4th, 2015 06:38 amS'not fair.
S'not bloody fair that all the rest of you have all these powers an' I've only got me regular ones. Where's the fairness in that, I ask you?
Fuckin' hell. Who's off taking requests around here?
Fuckin' ship.
S'not bloody fair that all the rest of you have all these powers an' I've only got me regular ones. Where's the fairness in that, I ask you?
Fuckin' hell. Who's off taking requests around here?
Fuckin' ship.
Post-It: ETD 00:23am
Apr. 20th, 2015 07:24 am...Fuck me, all me weed's gone. An' on this day, too.
Bloody barge.
[He turns around to glance behind him at the absolutely ridiculous pile of soul shards - a collection he managed to obtain by yanking out the souls of monsters on the Barge. They look like huge emeralds but are more or less what emeralds are - pretty rocks.]
An' what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this shit?!
Bloody barge.
[He turns around to glance behind him at the absolutely ridiculous pile of soul shards - a collection he managed to obtain by yanking out the souls of monsters on the Barge. They look like huge emeralds but are more or less what emeralds are - pretty rocks.]
An' what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this shit?!
Post-It: ETD 00:22am - Video/Spam
Mar. 14th, 2015 08:01 pm[Sitting crosslegged and upside down on the ceiling of the cafeteria, Mason munches on his belgian waffle, letting the syrup drip onto hapless diners below who may have had better luck keeping themselves attached to the furniture]
See, I've always did want to fly. Shouldn't it come with my standard set of powers, flying?
'Course, it's difficult to control, but I could get used to it, yeah?
Gwen. Gwennnyyyy. Before you go asking the Admiral for me powers back, what say you ask him for new powers I've not had before. Can you do that for me, love?
Right, cheers. I'm off to go nick all the lightbulbs out of the restrooms. Night showers are best.
See, I've always did want to fly. Shouldn't it come with my standard set of powers, flying?
'Course, it's difficult to control, but I could get used to it, yeah?
Gwen. Gwennnyyyy. Before you go asking the Admiral for me powers back, what say you ask him for new powers I've not had before. Can you do that for me, love?
Right, cheers. I'm off to go nick all the lightbulbs out of the restrooms. Night showers are best.
Post-It: ETD 00:21am
Feb. 23rd, 2015 07:29 am[Spam for Jerry]
[Armed with an anti-vampire bracelet fashioned by Dr. Facilier, Mason one morning takes off for Jerry's room. It makes sense to go in the morning, doesn't it? Vampires sleep during the day.
It escapes Mason's notice that Jerry's been human for weeks, and thus the anti-vampire bracelet is not going to have the desired effects he might have hoped for.
He bangs on the man's door at 6am]
[Armed with an anti-vampire bracelet fashioned by Dr. Facilier, Mason one morning takes off for Jerry's room. It makes sense to go in the morning, doesn't it? Vampires sleep during the day.
It escapes Mason's notice that Jerry's been human for weeks, and thus the anti-vampire bracelet is not going to have the desired effects he might have hoped for.
He bangs on the man's door at 6am]
Post-It: ETD 00:20am
Feb. 6th, 2015 11:07 am...The fuck's happening? I wake up an' the entire bloody network's screaming their heads off.
Give it a rest. Some people're trying to sleep, y'know.
S'rude.
Give it a rest. Some people're trying to sleep, y'know.
S'rude.
Post-It: ETD 00:19am
Jan. 30th, 2015 02:19 pmSo.
Am I still dreaming other people's dreams, or is there a fucking talking raccoon on the ship?
Holy fuck, there is a talking raccoon on the fuckin' ship.
Raccoons, they're. Ehh. I'm sorry, they're just fucking creepy, aren't they? Little fat badgers with masks on with their little bitty claws, digging in people's garbage.
It's not bloody sanitary. M'not eating at the same table as something with rabies. You're having a laugh, Admiral. Keep the animals with the animals.
Am I still dreaming other people's dreams, or is there a fucking talking raccoon on the ship?
Holy fuck, there is a talking raccoon on the fuckin' ship.
Raccoons, they're. Ehh. I'm sorry, they're just fucking creepy, aren't they? Little fat badgers with masks on with their little bitty claws, digging in people's garbage.
It's not bloody sanitary. M'not eating at the same table as something with rabies. You're having a laugh, Admiral. Keep the animals with the animals.
Post-It: ETD 00:18am [Video]
Jan. 12th, 2015 12:20 pm[So since he's not permitted in the pub anymore, Mason has decided that the pool is a close second preference. Wearing a swimsuit with the Union Jack on it, he lies half in and half out of an inner tube, his rabbit perched precariously on his chest. Do rabbits like water? Can they swim? Who knows?
He drums his fingers on the inner tube, petting a sniffy rabbit with his free hand]
...Right.
Evening, Barge. Or, morning, or whatever the fuck time it is.
Let's you and me have a little betting game. I bet...you can't knock me out of this tube. You bet you can.
If I win, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.
And if you lose, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.
First challengers being accepted now.
He drums his fingers on the inner tube, petting a sniffy rabbit with his free hand]
...Right.
Evening, Barge. Or, morning, or whatever the fuck time it is.
Let's you and me have a little betting game. I bet...you can't knock me out of this tube. You bet you can.
If I win, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.
And if you lose, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.
First challengers being accepted now.
Post-It: ETD 00:17am [Text]
Dec. 30th, 2014 07:20 amNew Year's Resolutions
-Stop drinking
-Stop ingesting foreign substances
-Stay away from fucking vampires and clowns
-Learn how to take care of a rabbit
-Figure out the fuck I want to do with my life
-See Georgie and Daisy again
-Be nicer to Gwenny
-Bathe more regularly
-Read a book
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-Stay away from fucking vampires and clowns
-Learn how to take care of a rabbit
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-Be nicer to Gwenny
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-Read a book
Post-It: ETD 00:16am
Dec. 8th, 2014 09:50 pm[Up on deck, young Mason has set up a small card table and a Three Card Monte game. Quick of hand and quicker of absolute shameless criminal behavior, he barks at anyone who nears him]
Step right up, step right up here, I've got five quid on the winner, one to play. Come on, who's next? Step lively now, you've got a one in three shot, let's test your luck.
Girls play free when they've got their blouses undone. Step right up, come on!
Step right up, step right up here, I've got five quid on the winner, one to play. Come on, who's next? Step lively now, you've got a one in three shot, let's test your luck.
Girls play free when they've got their blouses undone. Step right up, come on!
Post-It: ETD 00:15am
Nov. 27th, 2014 11:35 amRight.
[Mason, decked out in his laser tag gear, checks his gun before lowering the visor on a helmet he picked up...somewhere.]
Hate to tell you, kids, but as a reaper, I have been present at every gun accident in the greater Seattle area in the last decade, and I am a fucking sniper with this-
[He's cut off, by the blasts of about half a dozen different lasers. Knocked on his ass, he gives a bit of a whine and crawls backwards into his room to reset himself]
Bloody hell..
[Mason, decked out in his laser tag gear, checks his gun before lowering the visor on a helmet he picked up...somewhere.]
Hate to tell you, kids, but as a reaper, I have been present at every gun accident in the greater Seattle area in the last decade, and I am a fucking sniper with this-
[He's cut off, by the blasts of about half a dozen different lasers. Knocked on his ass, he gives a bit of a whine and crawls backwards into his room to reset himself]
Bloody hell..
Post-It: ETD 00:14am [Video]
Sep. 18th, 2014 05:12 pm[Down on level 4, Mason seems to have been in the process of cleaning up his horrible, horrible room. You can see the floor now! Where he sits, crosslegged, an infant brown bunny in his lap. He's feeding it lettuce, fond and preening.
On the door is tacked the sign Yard Sale.]
So I figure there are two things I need to do.
I am thinking that if I give away all of my things that Gwenny says I can't have any longer, I can earn my bloody stickers, get my powers back, an' give a home for Johnny Ramone.
So let's see what we've got...
[Mason pans his camera to the collection of booze, bongs, prescription pills, and general illicit or controlled substances he's managed to collect over his months on the Barge]
Seeing as how there is lit'rally no money on this boat, I will accept payment in the form of either rabbit things or stickers.
On the door is tacked the sign Yard Sale.]
So I figure there are two things I need to do.
I am thinking that if I give away all of my things that Gwenny says I can't have any longer, I can earn my bloody stickers, get my powers back, an' give a home for Johnny Ramone.
So let's see what we've got...
[Mason pans his camera to the collection of booze, bongs, prescription pills, and general illicit or controlled substances he's managed to collect over his months on the Barge]
Seeing as how there is lit'rally no money on this boat, I will accept payment in the form of either rabbit things or stickers.
Post-It: ETD 00:13am
Sep. 8th, 2014 12:23 pm[Spam]
[Sneaking into cabins, peering into windows, leaping over the heads of passengers is Spring-Heeled Jack.
He visits naughty children, peeking in at night to watch them sleep, and then he's off again just as fast as he came.
Dressed in black with long claws and keen to play some wicked pranks goes Mason, more of a mischievous spirit than anyone willing to cause serious harm.
Right?]
[Sneaking into cabins, peering into windows, leaping over the heads of passengers is Spring-Heeled Jack.
He visits naughty children, peeking in at night to watch them sleep, and then he's off again just as fast as he came.
Dressed in black with long claws and keen to play some wicked pranks goes Mason, more of a mischievous spirit than anyone willing to cause serious harm.
Right?]
Post-It: ETD 00:12am
Aug. 20th, 2014 07:22 amThis is extremely confusing and I may in fact have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Post-It: ETD 00:11am
Aug. 11th, 2014 09:29 pmI dunno about all of you, but I am having the time of my fucking life!
[Here is Mason, sitting with the native bears, having gathered four or five of them round in a circle]
Right, gather round, gather round, come on.
Now this is what we call a bong. Yes? Everyone come see? So we're going to do a little arts and crafts. You! The little brown hairy one. You bring the little statue thing, yes? Excellent.
[He holds up a wooden, hollow idol, and digs a hole into the side with a pen knife. What he fails to realize is that the thing is packed with sweet-smelling animal fat, a naturally occurring explosive]
Now let's light this fuck up and smoke the peace pipe. Yeah? Yeah?
[He waits until all the little bears are nodding, before striking a match.
There may or may not be an explosion. Lots of smoke, fire, you know the drill.]
[Here is Mason, sitting with the native bears, having gathered four or five of them round in a circle]
Right, gather round, gather round, come on.
Now this is what we call a bong. Yes? Everyone come see? So we're going to do a little arts and crafts. You! The little brown hairy one. You bring the little statue thing, yes? Excellent.
[He holds up a wooden, hollow idol, and digs a hole into the side with a pen knife. What he fails to realize is that the thing is packed with sweet-smelling animal fat, a naturally occurring explosive]
Now let's light this fuck up and smoke the peace pipe. Yeah? Yeah?
[He waits until all the little bears are nodding, before striking a match.
There may or may not be an explosion. Lots of smoke, fire, you know the drill.]
Post-It: ETD 00:10am
Jul. 29th, 2014 09:44 pm[Spam, Day 4]
[Locked in the infirmary by Bucky, Mason spent most of the last two days of the Barge nonsense in various stages of detox, slowly being weaned off the drugs permeating in his system. He's not especially aware for most of it, alternatively giving out random mumbles or hysterical, clownish laughter. This gives eventual way to sobs once he comes crashing down into the deep pit of memory, and it certainly doesn't help to see one of his own victims in the same room not three beds away.
By the time the Barge has been restored to normal - and him along with it - Mason makes his escape in the middle of the night]
[Text]
I'm.
[Gut-wrenchingly sorry? In a shocked state of guilt? Absolutely miserable and in hiding?]
Awake.
Alive and awake.
I've decided I do not deserve a rabbit at this time.
[Spam]
[He doesn't return to his cabin. Mason finds his way to the gardens instead, and doesn't have the vaguest awareness that they're laid out differently now. He wanders inside the greenhouse, and finds a nice overhung bush to crawl under. It feels a bit like camping, really, if he closes his eyes.
He stays there a good chunk of the rest of the week]
[Locked in the infirmary by Bucky, Mason spent most of the last two days of the Barge nonsense in various stages of detox, slowly being weaned off the drugs permeating in his system. He's not especially aware for most of it, alternatively giving out random mumbles or hysterical, clownish laughter. This gives eventual way to sobs once he comes crashing down into the deep pit of memory, and it certainly doesn't help to see one of his own victims in the same room not three beds away.
By the time the Barge has been restored to normal - and him along with it - Mason makes his escape in the middle of the night]
[Text]
I'm.
[Gut-wrenchingly sorry? In a shocked state of guilt? Absolutely miserable and in hiding?]
Awake.
Alive and awake.
I've decided I do not deserve a rabbit at this time.
[Spam]
[He doesn't return to his cabin. Mason finds his way to the gardens instead, and doesn't have the vaguest awareness that they're laid out differently now. He wanders inside the greenhouse, and finds a nice overhung bush to crawl under. It feels a bit like camping, really, if he closes his eyes.
He stays there a good chunk of the rest of the week]
Post-It: ETD 00:09am
Jul. 16th, 2014 10:30 amI've no fuckin' idea who my warden is, so..Johnny, Gwen? Either of you. I think it's you. Which one's my warden again?
Dunno, but.
Can I have one of Zane's bunnies? It is not to cut off their little legs. It's for luck. Although I don't know if naming a bunny after someone who went and OD'd and drowned in their swimming pool is a good indication of luck.
It was Brian Jones. Original founding member of the Rolling Stones. Drowned at 27.
Little bunny rabbit Brian Jones.
Here, is anyone else having splitting headaches an' nightmares? I keep having nightmare about this.
I don't want to describe it.
Dunno, but.
Can I have one of Zane's bunnies? It is not to cut off their little legs. It's for luck. Although I don't know if naming a bunny after someone who went and OD'd and drowned in their swimming pool is a good indication of luck.
It was Brian Jones. Original founding member of the Rolling Stones. Drowned at 27.
Little bunny rabbit Brian Jones.
Here, is anyone else having splitting headaches an' nightmares? I keep having nightmare about this.
I don't want to describe it.
Post-It: ETD 00:08am
Jul. 8th, 2014 10:25 amAll right, all right. I admit it. I am the one who has been stealing things from people's cabins.
Gwen said I had to confess or she would make things very embarrassing so here's your bloody confession.
So for anyone missing, I dunno, shirts and things, you can come by my room to pick up any missing objects.
Or if you want to jus', you know. Leave them here with me. That would be fine too.
Gwen said I had to confess or she would make things very embarrassing so here's your bloody confession.
So for anyone missing, I dunno, shirts and things, you can come by my room to pick up any missing objects.
Or if you want to jus', you know. Leave them here with me. That would be fine too.
