Post-It: ETD 00:02am

[maced_eggs]

[Sitting in someone else's cabin wearing someone else's stolen leather pants is Mason, playing with a stolen mess hall fork. Either he can't remember where he lives or he just straight up has difficulty caring]

So wait.



I'm a pris'ner.


But I don't have to work.

And I get free food and my own bed.

And no one's fuckin' yelling at me to pay rent. An' I'm basically on a cruise line with a spa and a pool and pretty girls.


Honestly, I'm struggling to find a downside. Isreally hard.

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[routemistress]

I know, right, lovey? I love it 'ere meself. Best job I've ever 'ad. And folk look at me like I'm batty when I say that. People are peculiar, that's what.

[maced_eggs]

Issa job for you, maybe. Not so much for me. I'd be perfectly content flitting around from galaxy to galaxy doing nothing but enjoying the fruits of the land, or whatever the fuck grows here.

That is a very lovely hat you're wearing.

[routemistress]

Oh, you are sweet! Thank you.

Nah, I'd get bored without trouble and danger and dangerous bastards to wrestle on a daily basis, me. But those are laid on 'ere as well. It's brilliant.

[maced_eggs]

Least we can't die again, eh? Seeing as how we're already dead.

Which leads me to my next point. Why the fuck did it take me this long to figure out that all I needed to do was kill someone an' that would take me here? Not that I've been here long enough to properly judge but this is a far, far better place than where I fucking left, excluding one or two things on the side.

Honestly, it's like receiving a get-out-of-your-shit-afterlife-free card.

[routemistress]

Speak for yourself, lovey, I'm very much alive. Though getting killed doesn't stick 'ere - when everything's working right, any road.

Would you 'ave done it on purpose? If you'd known?

[with_my_teacup]

Nice fork.

[Usually the kitchen staff are extremely good at making sure silverware doesn't wander off and become weapons and/or improvised electronic gadgets, but times have been chaotic and things have been in flux. Riddick knows how he got it, he's just not happy about it.]

Not actually a residency perk, though.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, oblivious, keeps flicking the fork back and forth, bending the little prongs and making it go all wonky]

Whassnot a perk?

Here, why are you wearing your goggles inside? Going for a swim later on?

[with_my_teacup]

Sensitive eyes. It's a pre-existing condition.

Fork. Not perk. I understand they sound similar.

Maybe bring it back. [Or he'll come for it in the night, and whatever others Mason's stashed.]

[maced_eggs]

You're like a mole person. Do you live underground, where you come from? Are all your kind mole people?

...No, thank you. I found it, no one was using it. Is'mine now.

[codename_duchess]

Oh my God.

Are you wearing my Catra pants?

[maced_eggs]

Your what?

No, I mean. I don't think so. I just sort of found them.

They're nice though. Yeah. I do like the feel of leather, s'very appealing.

[codename_duchess]

Those pants you're wearing. Those are mine. Take them off, you'll get them all baggy.

[maced_eggs]

Are you sure they're yours, mate? Could be anyone's trousers.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, wait till you get a warden.

Floods are fun, at least.

[maced_eggs]

I don't particularly like the water, thanks Gary.

[this_corrosion]

It's not water. It's fucking space.

[maced_eggs]

I know we're in fucking space!


What are you talking about flooding for?

[Spam]

[neverfeltbetter]

[The owner of that cabin, and those pants, looks none-to-happy when he strolls through his door and finds that little weasel sitting at his desk.]

Mason? What the hell are you...? Are those my pants?!

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason glances up, then looks around the room innocently like anyone else would have been caught doing the same thing]

Can't be sure. I've got someone else claiming they're his pants. How many leather trousers can there possibly be on one ship?

[Spam]

[neverfeltbetter]

[What the hell is this innocent act?]

Mason, not that you wearing pants this time isn't an improvement but...those are my pants, and I'm not letting you keep them.

You can get clothes for free here, there's no reason to steal mine. They don't even fit you right.

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

I did get these clothes for free. Don't they work the same as food? Where you go in and you pick what you like an' no one charges you?

...But you're right, they are a bit too roomy. Got suspenders?

[tothecore]

The prisoner part didn't do it for you?

[What. Just...what.]

[maced_eggs]

Truth be told, I'm kind of used to bein' told to stay in one place by higher-ups I never see. Least here I can tell people what I am an' I don't have to do the job, right?

Plus, space, mate! Fuckin' space!

[tothecore]

[Oh so he's a criminal. Whatever, half his squad was criminals. ...generally VIOLENT criminals, with the exception of Portman who's...Portman, but still.]

Piece of advice: it gets old hat after a while.

[maced_eggs]

Nah. No, no way. It's fuckin' space! Never gets old.