maced_eggs: (my body is ready)
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[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.]

Date: 2014-05-08 09:02 pm (UTC)
this_corrosion: (self-fulfilled prophecy)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
What, I don't fucking run this place, I'm stuck here like you are!

Date: 2014-05-09 06:32 pm (UTC)
this_corrosion: (don't need a relationship)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
What're you doing now - stop that. I don't know, we just are. Why do you have to look a gift horse in the space bubble?

Date: 2014-05-09 08:22 pm (UTC)
this_corrosion: (don't need a relationship)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
You're kind of embarrassing yourself at this point, you know. And me.

Date: 2014-05-10 01:28 am (UTC)
this_corrosion: (don't need money don't need fame)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
Fuck you.

[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.

Date: 2014-05-10 01:38 am (UTC)
this_corrosion: (because i feel like i'm the worst)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
[An expansive shrug.]

Iunno. It is what it is, I guess. I just pretend it's always night out.

Date: 2014-05-10 01:47 am (UTC)
this_corrosion: (i'm only after success)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
Yeah, when you're done pissing yourself over it.

Date: 2014-05-10 01:51 am (UTC)
this_corrosion: (don't need money don't need fame)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
What about all your cereal, then?

Date: 2014-05-10 01:55 am (UTC)
this_corrosion: (i'm only after success)
From: [personal profile] this_corrosion
I want to eat breakfast, so get off.

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