Post-It: ETD 00:03am [Video]

[maced_eggs]

I don't understand the death toll.

No, I do, I mean. I know how it works. You die, Admiral brings you back, you're up and bouncing again in a week's time.

But I mean.

Who's taking your soul out before you go? Are people's souls staying in their bodies through their deaths? That's why it hurts so much to come back?

That's the most horrible thing I've ever heard in my life.

Someone give me back my powers and my fuckin' Post-its. Or a drink. Or all three. I want to take souls again, I've changed my mind. This place is awful.


[Spam for Dark Heart]

[By some small miracle, Mason's managed to find his room again, nestled safely on the fourth floor between Gary and Dean. He remembers it only when he's able to find one of the two on the ship and them follow them back to their rooms.

Here, he's fast asleep after a long and trying week, his muscles twinging and aching. He's under his smelly, stained comforter in a terrible Murphy bed with springs popped up all through the mattress, clothes spread everywhere. Home sweet home]

Comments

[maced_eggs]

Regrow everything. It hurts like fucking hell but, yeah. An' it's fast, none of this milling around for a week's time.

[this_corrosion]

....

...You ever have to regrow your balls?

[maced_eggs]

That is a very personal question.

[But he'll answer it anyway]

Less times than you may think, still more times'n I wanted to do it.

[this_corrosion]

What, I didn't ask to fucking see them.

You know there's a guy here who was the devil? What d'you suppose he does with souls, anyway?

[maced_eggs]

I dunno, Gary. I just send them on their way, I don't ask who gets them on the other end.

[this_corrosion]

What, you? [Gary giggles.] Why you?

[maced_eggs]

Issnot just me, Gar-ree.

It's lots of reapers.

Maybe around a hundred fifty thousand, spread all over the world. Little more, little less. Some divisions bigger than others. Th' fuckin' cardiac arrest group runs isself ragged, while the plague fuckers haven't done anything in eons.

[this_corrosion]

You're like grim reapers? D'you have a scythe?

[maced_eggs]

No I don't have a fuckin' scythe. Hard to be incognito when you're running around with a bloody farm instrument.

[this_corrosion]

I wouldn't be incognito. I'd go on a fucking motorbike in the black robes and everything.

[maced_eggs]

At which point they would catch you and say "Oi, here's the bloke taking souls out of people. Let's get him."

You fuck up death, and it has a way of coming after you.

[And Mason seems to sober at his own last words: he did, after all, fuck with death. And subsequently ended up on the Barge]

[this_corrosion]

It already was, so who gives a shit now?

[maced_eggs]

Right, Gary. You try it. An' then the fuckin' Gravelings will get you and see how you like it.

[this_corrosion]

Ooo, Gravelings. I'm fucking spooked now, going to sleep with the lights on.

[maced_eggs]

It's not a joke. It's fucking reality.

You died, yes? A Graveling did it. An' a reaper took your soul. Probably did it when you weren't even paying attention.

[this_corrosion]

A Graveling didn't fucking do it. I know who did it.

[maced_eggs]

You might know who did it, but a Graveling caused you to be in the right place at the right time for it to happen.

[this_corrosion]

Think I would have noticed that!

[maced_eggs]

You wouldn't. They're invisible to everyone except reapers.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, well, no one came to get my soul either. It just ended up here.

[maced_eggs]

You don't remember anyone putting their hands on you before you went?

[this_corrosion]

You want me to show you on the doll?

[maced_eggs]

Only if they were an especially grabby sort of reaper. Daisy's been known to kiss her reaps.

[this_corrosion]

[Trying to decide if he's alright with that.]

Is she fit?

[maced_eggs]

She's bloody gorgeous. Blonde an' thin.

Died in the thirties, I believe. Part of that whole Golden Age of Hollywood crowd.