Post-It: ETD 00:06am

[maced_eggs]

[Public, Video, cw for references to drug use]

Someone here told me that if I donated bits of myself to science, I could get into the drug trials here. That you all have a lab of some kind an' if I volunteer, I get to be a part of your whole pharmaceutical racket, an' I know he was not just pulling my leg because there is no way everyone on this ship is coping without pills.

I would like some. I would like these pills.

So I should like to volunteer my body for scientific purposes, an' should there be more than one, I will accept bidding in the degree of amphetamines.


[Spam, all cabins]

[Mason is on a mission. One week ago, Bleu commissioned him to find clothing for her, and so he's off from the 1st floor all the way down to the 8th, using his lockpick and his ultra stealthy demeanor to break into the cabins of his fellow passengers on a search for adorable outfits. Whether the outfits belong to men or women seems to not bother Mason, who has the fashion sense of a stunned and colorblind wolverine. After picking into the cabin of each passenger, he retreats with an armful of clothing, leaves it in his room, and then is off and out again to try another door]

[ooc note: Open call to have cabins broken into: Mason's decently handy with most regular doors, but for deadbolts, bioscanners, anything technologically advanced, he can't get in.]

Comments

[video]

[routemistress]

Mason, someone's been pulling your pudding. There is a lab. The only use I've got for volunteers is to ride me 'orsebot. Which I could absolutely use you for, but there's no drugs involved.

[video]

[maced_eggs]

[His expression falls. It's disheartening news]

You're joking.

No pills at all?

[video]

[routemistress]

I did get the okay from Gwen to trade you vodka for regular showers and laundry. Does that 'elp?

[spam... sort of]

[lastincident]

[ Bruce leaves his room unlocked a lot of the time - when he doesn't, it's a very normal lock. It opens to the cabin he had in Bella Coola. Very rustic. And since he'll be in the infirmary nearly all day, Mason has plenty of time to sack the place. ]

[spam... sort of]

[maced_eggs]

[Kneeling down next to the door, Mason works at the lock, hearing a satisfying click as it opens. He pushes the door, gently letting it coast to the opposite end of its hinges.

Not bad. Not fancy, but not bad. He stands with a grin, and gets to raiding the closet]

[spam... sort of]

[lastincident]

[ There's also the Hulk's romper room. ]

[ But there are no clothes in there. Scraps of cloth, but no clothes. ]

[punched_hitler]

You might want to be careful what you wish for. What if said scientific experiment renders you immune to all drugs?

[Not that it will, around here, but sorry. He had to say it.]

[maced_eggs]

I did have massive resistance to them. Now I'm back an' I like being back. No immunity for me, please.

[punched_hitler]

Then you might want to stop volunteering your body for science. At least, without being a little picky.

[Notttt that he thinks anyone should be paying this guy in drugs. Clearly a Bad Idea, but he's assuming no one's actually going to follow through on that.]

video; private

[godsays]

So what'll you give me if I tell you the truth?

About the pills.

video; private

[maced_eggs]

What's the truth about the pills?

video; private

[godsays]

You know none of them want you to have any.

[...spam-itty][cw: drugs]

[hearrrtofgold]

[Normally Duke's cabin would be extremely difficult to get into. But Brownie began scratching at the door bright and early to go outside and Duke had groggily stumbled out of bed to walk her, absentmindedly forgetting to lock his door.

He's not going to be gone long, and his cabin has very little in terms of clothes that might fit Bleu, barring a few pieces of River's leftover laundry. There are a few other things that might interest Mason, though, including a few freshly-rolled joints in a small jar on the table.]

[...spam-itty][cw: drugs]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, after getting himself into the cabin, busies himself by rooting through Duke's dresser drawers, making dismayed noises as he goes. Nothing suitable for a young lady of taste and class. Fucking hell, but he keeps coming up empty.

He turns to go, a few of River's shirts in hand, before abruptly stopping short at the sight of the pot on the table.

With a quick glance to the door, Mason sits down in front of the jar, reaching inside to draw out a single joint.

A smart man would count his blessings, pocket the thing, and run off to smoke in his room.

Mason is not a smart man, and decides to light up while still in the room of his mark.]

[...spam-itty][cw: drugs]

[hearrrtofgold]

[Duke notices something's different as soon as he sees his door slightly ajar. He hugs the wall before moving closer to peer inside, anticipating either a random act of violence or the intruder's burst for the door.

He didn't anticipate a raggedy-looking young guy sitting at his table and smoking his weed. Pure confusion bulldozes through his alarm, and he opens the door with a bewildered expression on his face.]

What the hell are you doing in here?

spam because why not

[persecutioncomplex]

[Touko's working, and her lock isn't the strongest, but set into her door is a small remote camera. It looks like another piece of electronic trash in the broken Hope's Peak door sign marking the room as hers, so Mason may not notice its presence. If he's able to force entry, there are women's clothes strewn in a pile on the floor identifying what's available. Maybe there's something worth taking, though the clothes are meant for a very different body than Bleu's.]

Re: spam because why not

[maced_eggs]

[Now here is a room that Mason just doesn't understand. After the lockpicking doesn't work, he gives up.

Gives up trying to pick the lock, that is. With an almighty heave of his shoulder against the door, he manages to break the lock from its place in the door with a shattering of splinters, kicking the thing in entirely. He pauses on the floor, glancing around at all the clothing]

Jackpot!

[whether or not he understands women's clothing size is another matter entirely]

[this_corrosion]

Supply's dried up on that. Used to be the Death Toll was broken.

[maced_eggs]

What's the matter, Gary? Scared of a bit of death?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[The door to the fifth cabin on the fourth level might not seem inviting to anyone discerning, but to someone with limited time, resources, and give-a-damn, the plain warped wood of the door is comparably rickety to those around it, and the plain brass knob doesn't actually lock. It sticks a little so that might not be readily apparent, but it gives easily enough and opens in to reveal a cabin that may not hold much of value but will certainly be easy to toss. There's only eight drawers in it, after all, and no adjoining rooms.

There's also a man sitting at a picnic style, rough-hewn table in the center of the space, one of the rungs to the steel ladder behind in his hands where he's broken it off and is consider the ragged end of it. Or was, anyway, before the door opened.

Now he's looking levelly at Mason, unimpressed and uninviting.]

Something I can help you with?

[ Spam ]

[maced_eggs]

[Crouched by the door on his knees, it's hard to find a guiltier picture than Mason, lockpicks still in hand. He blinks at the sight of Dean, then at the door number, then at Dean again]

Fuck off, Benny. I may not remember my fuckin' cabin number but this is not your room. Piss off, I marked it first.

[spam]

[notsoneedy]

[Needy's room is on the third floor, room thirteen. There's a sign with her name on it (well "Anita", anyway) that's in kind of cheesy bubble letters on a purple butterfly.

It's a standard and not very well maintained bedroom door lock, so getting it open should be a snap.]

[spam]

[maced_eggs]

[This looks like a girl's room.

Mason needs girl clothing.

He's in before he has time to blink, pushing the door open gently with the palm of his hand and wandering in to have a look. Girls seem to be less frequent on the Barge than boys, so it's been hard luck trying to find anything to fit Bleu]

[ Spam ]

[warisart]

[Ben returns to his cabin, 3-6, after his lunch shift. He's left it how the mutant version of himself did, more or less, so it's a little more cluttered than it would normally be with extraneous material things, but not much of real value. There's a flatscreen television on the wall that Ben has considered taking apart to investigate but hasn't done so yet, some vintage posters, and a lot of artwork supplies, books, and games. A CD player and several discs to play in it, mostly classical and opera. Some sports equipment.

As far as clothes go, Ben has a dozen sets of identical grey t-shirts and black BDU pants, a few different jackets in a few different styles but all black, and then a few hand-knitted sweaters. Nothing that most people would be even remotely interested in.

He's stopped by his room to change clothes before going for a run because there's flour all down his front, but he pauses when he finds the door partially open, and someone else in the room. Stopping in the center, he cocks his head slightly to one side, curious but not particularly upset.]

Mason?

[ Spam ]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason turns, his hand on one of the t-shirts. He stares at Ben, before his shoulders deflate in defeat]

Oh, fucking hell.

[A slight second pause, before he bolts like a mad gazelle towards the door, fleeing but taking the time to knock over every piece of furniture in his way as he goes. Squirming past Ben at the door, Mason lunges for the freedom of the hallway]