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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[Spamjack]

[maced_eggs]

[With no shame or complaint regarding the particular color of the bath towel, Mason happily takes it and ties it twice around his waist in a flattering skirt, hands on his hips]

...They've got showers here? On the ship?

[He's already been here a week.]

[Spamjack]

[routemistress]

We 'ave. And a spa and a swimming pool. And a bunch of people with genetically enhanced super smellers, so I want you to 'ave a good wash before one of 'em bundles you in by force. It's 'appened before.

[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]

[maced_eggs]

[If there was ever hope of convincing Mason to graduate and go home, the inclusion of free spa and swimming pool make it virtually impossible. He grins, leaning in to observe the showers, before turning back to Iris]

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]