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maced_eggs[Spam for the Dining Room, Morning]
[Last night, Mason, Grim Reaper, age 27 and dead for the last forty years, shucked off his muddy, blood-stained clothes and fell asleep on a couch in his Union Jack underwear.
This morning, Mason, still dead, wakes up on the Barge.
Mason's never been much of what anyone might call "consciously aware", or "observant." For example; he fails to observe he is not in his home when he wakes up. He fails to observe that all of his clothes have gone missing.
What he does observe is that he is bloody starving, and needs a very, very large breakfast to erase the nightmare of the day before. So after failing to observe that he is completely pantsless, Mason shuffles out of his room and off to find food.
Which is why, still half asleep and very nearly naked, is a man barging through the breakfast bar gathering up as many miniature cereal boxes in his arms as he possibly can. He doesn't merely stop when they're all gone: systematically, he goes around to every table he nears and plucks them from unsuspecting eaters when he guesses they're not looking.
Arms loaded with cereal, the mysterious, nearly naked man attempts to make a retreat.
He doesn't yet have the capacity to guess where he is at the moment, aside from the completely unhelpful "Not at home." But at least there will always be Fruit Loops.]
[Last night, Mason, Grim Reaper, age 27 and dead for the last forty years, shucked off his muddy, blood-stained clothes and fell asleep on a couch in his Union Jack underwear.
This morning, Mason, still dead, wakes up on the Barge.
Mason's never been much of what anyone might call "consciously aware", or "observant." For example; he fails to observe he is not in his home when he wakes up. He fails to observe that all of his clothes have gone missing.
What he does observe is that he is bloody starving, and needs a very, very large breakfast to erase the nightmare of the day before. So after failing to observe that he is completely pantsless, Mason shuffles out of his room and off to find food.
Which is why, still half asleep and very nearly naked, is a man barging through the breakfast bar gathering up as many miniature cereal boxes in his arms as he possibly can. He doesn't merely stop when they're all gone: systematically, he goes around to every table he nears and plucks them from unsuspecting eaters when he guesses they're not looking.
Arms loaded with cereal, the mysterious, nearly naked man attempts to make a retreat.
He doesn't yet have the capacity to guess where he is at the moment, aside from the completely unhelpful "Not at home." But at least there will always be Fruit Loops.]
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Date: 2014-06-03 01:45 pm (UTC)Again.
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Date: 2014-06-04 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-04 11:48 am (UTC)A home is only a home if you can find it again once it goes lost.
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Date: 2014-06-05 01:57 am (UTC)Technically speaking you can. It just might take a while.
But if you really have no luck finding your cabin and no one else will put you up, you're welcome to my couch. I'm sure Winston won't mind sharing.
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-05 02:03 am (UTC)No. Winston is a dog.
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:04 am (UTC)I mean, is he sleeping with you?
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:06 am (UTC)I'm watching him for a friend. [It's just temporary. She keeps telling herself that over and over again.] He has his own bed, but he likes the couch.
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:08 am (UTC)All right. I will share with Winston, then. He and I will be the best of friends.
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:19 am (UTC)[Alana starts gathering her dishes up.]
I have to get to my office, but my cabin is on level 5 - that's the floor with the library - room 10.
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Date: 2014-06-05 02:20 am (UTC)