Post-It: ETD 00:02am
May. 5th, 2014 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.
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.
[Spam]
Date: 2014-05-06 03:19 am (UTC)Crichton unfortunately gets the above view for his troubles, but the pants are, for now, rescued]
[Spam]
Date: 2014-05-06 04:07 am (UTC)[He makes a face at the price of his victory. He never wanted to get this close and personal. But, at least he has his pants back. And, just to keep this from happening again, he's pocketing the lockpick. He did warn the man.]
[Spam]
Date: 2014-05-06 12:05 pm (UTC)But my pants...
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-06 01:04 pm (UTC)Not that she's going to interfere, once she sees what's going down. Well, coming down and coming off. She just stands there with her drink in hand, enjoying the show.]
And this is why we don't steal trousers, Mason lovey. You got lucky, I could name at least three folk 'ere'd disembowel you for that.
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-06 01:09 pm (UTC)Disemboweling's no fun. Not fun to watch, not fun to have happen.
What am I supposed to do with no pants, then?
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-06 05:58 pm (UTC)[Crichton gets up and dusts off his knees. Just great, they have an audience.]
Hey Iris, hope you enjoyed the show. There better not be an encore. You got me Mason?
[He's not going to say he's sorry for this one. No sir. He folds the pants over one arm and turns on his heal, heading right back to his room.]
He's all yours.
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-07 07:46 pm (UTC)Come on, petal. Let's find your cabin, get your own clothes on you and then I'll sort you out with a dogtag so you can find it next time.
[She wrinkles her nose a little at close quarters.]
...Maybe by way of the showers?
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-07 07:48 pm (UTC)Those were very good pants. I liked them.
Do you think I have a pair like them in my room?
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-07 08:14 pm (UTC)[That man has an exquisite backside. She disappears briefly back into her own cabin and comes back with one of her own enormous cerise bathtowels; that will keep Mason warmer till she decants him into his room.]
If you don't, petal, your Auntie Iris will get you your own pair. With nametapes. 'Ere, wrap this round you. I'll show you the showers first and then we'll look for your own room.
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-07 08:17 pm (UTC)...They've got showers here? On the ship?
[He's already been here a week.]
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-07 08:29 pm (UTC)[The inmate showers, let Auntie Iris show you them.]
'Ere we are. Doesn't look like anyone else is using 'em right now - get in there and don't let me see you again till you're clean.
[She'll be waiting outside. Texting the Admiral to find out where he's supposed to be living.]
[Spamjack]
Date: 2014-05-08 11:57 am (UTC)What d'you mean, clean. I'm clean! I'm very clean. I've scrubbed my ears an' everything.
[But he zooms in anyway, disappearing into the showers]