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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: 2014-05-06 12:04 pm (UTC)Jesus, how about waiting up for a guy, yeah? You can't just-..
[and now he's catching sight of what's all around him.
And now he's dropping to his knees in shock.
And now he's grabbing for Gary's leg for purchase, feeling like everything is reeling around him]
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Date: 2014-05-07 06:55 pm (UTC)[None of that, he's going to try to wiggle out of Mason's grip and inevitably end up overbalancing.]
Fucking-
[Thud.]
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Date: 2014-05-07 06:59 pm (UTC)....Space.
We're in fucking space.
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Date: 2014-05-08 03:54 am (UTC)[Gary grumbles, trying to lever himself back onto his feet.]
Told you we were in space, didn't I?
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Date: 2014-05-08 04:13 am (UTC)We're in space. Holy fuckin' shite, we're in fuckin' outer space. I can't be here. I cannot legitimately be on this planet any longer. Oh god. I'm going to throw up.
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Date: 2014-05-08 04:19 am (UTC)[Ok, patting him on the shoulder gingerly is go. Clearly Gary is not going to be able to get up until this is done with.]
Just breathe, it's not as bad as all that.
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Date: 2014-05-08 12:02 pm (UTC)Please send me back. Please send me back to my lovely little blue planet. I'm begging. I will do...fuckin' anythin'.
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Date: 2014-05-08 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 11:43 am (UTC)[with the hand not hugging Gary's leg, Mason paws at the air, attempting to locate a forcefield]
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Date: 2014-05-09 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 07:46 pm (UTC)Make it fuckin' stop! Put the ground back!
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Date: 2014-05-09 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-10 12:30 am (UTC)[but Mason reluctantly, slowly lets go of Gary's leg, sitting cross-legged on the deck gaping up at the stars]
Holy hell..
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Date: 2014-05-10 01:28 am (UTC)[Gary has elected to pretend he meant to be halfway lying down on the deck this whole time and stays there, smoking.]
So space does it for you but not being dead? S'weird.
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Date: 2014-05-10 01:32 am (UTC)This, though.
God, how does this not fuck with your head every time you step outside?!
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Date: 2014-05-10 01:38 am (UTC)Iunno. It is what it is, I guess. I just pretend it's always night out.
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Date: 2014-05-10 01:39 am (UTC)[He drops down to lie on his side beside Gary, happily using the other man for a pillow to now look up at the sky, entranced]
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