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]

Iris, I know that as soon as I'm alive again, I will step in front of a truck or inhale too much of a gas leak or be involved in some sort of ridiculously contrived homicide. Do you know how often it is people die? No thank you.

[routemistress]

Well, this is a good place to learn to look both ways and not leave the gas on, petal.

[maced_eggs]

I'm not all that good at being careful. I think I actually may be quite clumsy, come to think of it.

[routemistress]

[Such poker. Very face. Wow.]

I'd never 'ave guessed.

[maced_eggs]

[Completely oblivious, Mason nods alongside]

An' I'd miss, y'know. Daisy and Georgie. Dunno if they'd miss me. Or. Are missing me.



...Oh, I miss them, though.

[routemistress]

Why wouldn't they miss you, you're a sweetheart. We'll go visit when we get you loose from 'ere, eh?

[maced_eggs]

I do tend to mess up a lot of things. Daisy did not want to see me much. I even miss Roxy and Rube. And der fuckin' waffle haus.

[But he knows he's probably not missed himself. Maybe Georgie misses him. The rest would move on; lingering over missed companions is not something reapers get in the habit of.]