Post-It: ETD 00:04am

[maced_eggs]

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[Sometime shortly before lunch, an explosion of suds and soapy water escapes the laundry room, leaking out into the hallway. The immediate cause may or may not be Mason, who stands ankle-deep in the flood, missing his shirt and watching in horrified fixation as his own clothes not only wash themselves, but overload all the machines.]


This was not my fault.

...Honestly!!

But I should really like someone corporeal to come do my washing so that this does not happen again.

If anything, it's the Barge's fault for making its machines so bloody complicated. Who the fuck has ghosts doing their fuckin' laundry?

[He sits down in the suds, watching the self-washing laundry in perplexed hopelessness. Might as well take a bath while he's at it]

Comments

[maced_eggs]

It's not fun. It's fucking everywhere! I can't do anything about it, and it isn't my fault and please don't make me clean it up.

[rhapsody_in]

It looks fun to me.

So it was doing that when you got there?

[maced_eggs]

No. Not exactly.

It happened when I was wishing I didn't have to do laundry.

[rhapsody_in]

Oh. [Bleu has said before that irony is the only rule most gods follow, and as the joke dawns on her she laughs in delight. Maybe this Admiral has a good sense of humor after all.]

That's precious.

[maced_eggs]

It's also very wet over here. I'm a little frightened of what will happen if I wish myself dry.

[rhapsody_in]

If you're so worried about being wet, just leave and let someone else wish it away.

[maced_eggs]

That is an excellent idea. I think I will.

Why should I have to clean this up? I didn't want the mess to happen.

[rhapsody_in]

Exactly. You've already done your part. [That is, making the mess. The muse of personal responsibility, Bleu ain't.]

[maced_eggs]

I like the way you think.

[rhapsody_in]

I like the way you wish.

[maced_eggs]

Honestly, I didn't know I had this kind of power. Sort of makes up for them taking away my regular ones.

[rhapsody_in]

Your regular ones?

[maced_eggs]

All the soul-taking. They don't let me take souls here.

[rhapsody_in]

The people here have no perspective at all.

[maced_eggs]

They're trying to tell me it's wrong to steal things from dead people.

[rhapsody_in]

What? Why? They're dead.

[maced_eggs]

I know! It doesn't make any sense!

[rhapsody_in]

Isn't the point of being dead not to care what living people are doing?

[maced_eggs]

Exactly. You'd think they'd understand that. But they don't.

They yelled at me.

[rhapsody_in]

How terrible. I'm sure you'll never recover.

[maced_eggs]

Yeah, well.

How's about you, then?

[rhapsody_in]

What about me?

[maced_eggs]

Anythin' about you. Tell me anything.

[rhapsody_in]

Anything?

I like hats.

[maced_eggs]

Hats?

Really? Hats? What's so special about those?