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]

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Re: [Spam]

[a_favor_now]

[The kick knocks the bear's jaw closed. It's not a great pain, but it's annoying. It growls again, but it sounds significantly less animal and more person this time.]

You little -

[And then there's a big bear paw to knock Mason right across the skull. Not to kill, but certainly to make him see stars.]

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[One of the things Mason hasn't quite grown used to is how much pain hurts now. When he's a living human like this, pain doesn't heal. He's thumped across his head and is knocked down on his side, stunned. He lays still, his ears ringing]


....aaauuuwww...


That fuckin' hurt!

[Spam]

[a_favor_now]

That would be the point.

[Dark Heart doesn't appreciate pain much either. He wants to rub his chin. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as Mason's head probably does, but that is not the point.]

Care for a little more?

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[No, he does not, thank you very much. Mason, still with one hand on his head, makes a bolt to the side, crawling away from the towering bear. This may be one of the worst escape attempts ever tried on the Barge]

Re: [Spam]

[a_favor_now]

Aww you're no fun.

[According to the time, actually, yes this will be very fun.

Dark Heart lumbers ahead of Mason and bats him sideways, playfully. In the way that a large red polar bear is playful when it bats at things.]

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[Batted easily into the broken remains of his bed, Mason yells out, more out of anger and fear than actual pain. He's a bit bruised, but everything feels ten times worse than it actually is to someone who's gone so long with auto healing]

F-fuck you, bear! You're not meant to be even talking, you great lumbering pile of utter shit!

[Spam]

[a_favor_now]

Now is that anyway to thank me? I'm only here because you asked.

[Again he comes stalking toward Mason. He always did enjoy a game of cat and mouse. Or rather bear and mouse, in this case.]

[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[Nope nope nope! Mason finally finds his footing, scrambling to his feet and running for the door]

I'm asking you to leave, you bastard!

[Spam]

[a_favor_now]

Leave? But I just got here.

[It's always fun to watch people run. Makes him feel good about himself. And since he's feeling good, he'll let Mason run his little heart out. He got the point across.

Probably. For the moment. Whatever.]

What a terrible host.