maced_eggs | Post-It: ETD 00:01am

[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.]

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[The expression Mason is giving to Alana now is one who has realized that they are way, way in over their head. That everything they know has been turned upside down and they don't know how to fix it and are helpless to even try.

It's a pretty pathetic expression coming from anyone.]

Am I a bad person?

Does the Admiral think I'm a bad person? He...took me from my home, from my bed in the middle of the night...and put me on this boat. This fucking boat.

And I'm stuck here forever.

You only do that to the bad people. The ones you don't like.

Is this...you know..?

Edited Date: 2014-05-04 02:32 am (UTC)

praesidium

No. It's not Hell. But some people might say it is.

You're not a bad person.

[Alana can't make the blanket statement that inmates aren't bad people. She can think of at least one bad person that's an inmate. But his concern about being a bad person or not tells her right away that Mason is not a bad person.]

You've probably made some mistakes or done things you shouldn't have.

And there's nothing that says you'll be here forever either.

..So...so, what's this, then? What's it all about, graduating, getting out? I show up, I do a few good deeds, you send me home?

Did Rube tell you to do this?

I don't know who Rube is.

[Alana gives a small shake of her head.]

You can think of this place almost like a limbo. Once you graduate, you're free to go wherever you like.

...Free to go? Free to stop fuckin' around reaping souls?

You're serious right now? I get a get-out-of-job free card?

Possibly. I don't know anything about reaping. I just know that the Admiral will drop you off wherever you want to be to do whatever you want.

...Rube is not going to like that very much.

[But Mason is grinning, imagining the possibilities]

Could I.

Could I be alive again?

[Alana nods with a small smile.]

It's definitely a possibility.

This isn't bullshitting, right? This is really real? I could stop being a grim fucking reaper?

[Alana laughs a little.]

I promise. There's a chance.

[Suddenly, Mason leans up over the table, gives Alana a quick peck on her cheek, and sits back down, grinning ear to ear]

[Alana leans back a little when he's suddenly over the table and looks, unsurprisingly, surprised by the kiss. The grin's also pretty surprising if she's honest.]

You seem to be handling this well...

[She pulls her breakfast back in front of herself to finish it up.]

Alana Banana, you try going four fuckin' decades of you-don't-wanna-know an' then get told you get a cruise an' at the end of it you get to stop it all.

You have made me.....quite happy.