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

[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.

[this_corrosion]

Nah, nobody put their hands on me. Or lips. Kinda wish they had, now.

[maced_eggs]

Then you came here with your soul. Handy, that. I don't know where we would have been able to find another one.

[this_corrosion]

I think I am my soul, something like that anyway?

Thought this was hell at first.

[maced_eggs]

Nahh. Whatever it is, s'not hell. Not close.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, figured that out on my own, thanks. Doubt there's free beer in hell.

[maced_eggs]

There's free beer everywhere, Gary. All you've got to learn is how to outrun the people who own the beer.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, I don't like prison all that much if it's the same to you.

[maced_eggs]

You're in prison already. How worse can it possibly get?

[this_corrosion]

I mean at home! It's free here, I've said that.

[maced_eggs]

Can't you beg it off your friends, then? There's lots of ways to get free beer in the world.

[this_corrosion]

[For some reason this makes Gary giggle.]

Yeah, I'll get on it.

[maced_eggs]

Good.

An' save me some.

[this_corrosion]

Nah, get your own.

[maced_eggs]

You're a cruel, heartless bastard, Gar-Bear.

[this_corrosion]

It's like on planes. Got to get your own oxygen on first before helping anyone else.

[maced_eggs]

I hate planes. Always make me nervous flying in them.

[this_corrosion]

Thought you were the grim reaper or something.