Post-It: ETD 00:06am
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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.]
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.]
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Date: 2014-06-18 10:55 pm (UTC)The fuck was that for?!
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Date: 2014-06-18 10:57 pm (UTC)I warned you.
You need a second helping, or can you find the door?
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Date: 2014-06-18 10:59 pm (UTC)[Mason gathers up the two shirts he'd managed to steal, and starts to slink off with them towards the door]
Rot in hell!
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:00 pm (UTC)Ah ah. Those stay.
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:02 pm (UTC)Finders keepers, my friend. Ow. What the fuck is with all the violence here?
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:07 pm (UTC)[Dean kicks him again, not angry, not yet, at least not in the way most people would need to be to start hitting this hard. Then he reaches down to scoop him up by the shirt front, hauling him upright.]
Keep waving that in my face and I'm going to take it as a sign you're volunteering it to be broken. Capiche?
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:09 pm (UTC)All right, Benny, all right. Calm yourself down an' stop bloody kicking me. I'm off. Don't kick me any longer.
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:12 pm (UTC)[Dean holds him right where he is for several more seconds, half to impress the point and half to give him a chance to get his feet back under him. Then he lets go, shoving him towards the door.]
Go'n.
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:14 pm (UTC)[He pauses, rubbing his ribs with a wince. Then, he turns and quickly bolts to the door. He pauses in the hallway to flip Dean off again, before running off. No one is friendly here]
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Date: 2014-06-18 11:17 pm (UTC)So Dean picks up the shirts, puts them back, closes the door, and then returns to what he was doing without his heartrate rising much.]