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

[maced_eggs]

Oh, yeah? Why's that? Don't know how to have a bit of fun?

[punched_hitler]

Pal, I think your definition of fun is pretty different than mine.

[maced_eggs]

It's Mason. Actually.

And I'm willing to bet on that one. You're probably, what, years ahead of me. Bloody timelines, making people from the future seem boring as fuck.

[punched_hitler]

Mason, then.

Actually, that kind of depends. I've only been in the future myself for about two years, if it makes you feel better. Most people think the past is a lot more boring.

[maced_eggs]

Are you kidding?

The past was fucking lovely. I would give anything to be back in the past. Nothing good ever came of living in the future.

[punched_hitler]

Unfortunately, there's the part where the future keeps right on coming, whether you're ready for it or not.

[maced_eggs]

I'll tell you what I wasn't ready for. The fuckin' keytar. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea, eh?

[punched_hitler]

I think I missed that one - but it sounds like I should be grateful.

[maced_eggs]

It's a guitar that's also a keyboard. That's not rock and roll. That's techno crap.

[punched_hitler]

That sounds... complicated.

[maced_eggs]

It's bloody stupid.

[punched_hitler]

Makes a guy miss good ol' reliable swing.

[maced_eggs]

Swing? Swing, like what my dad used to listen to?

Fuck swing.

[punched_hitler]

Clearly your dad had good taste.

[He's just bemused.]

[maced_eggs]

My dad was a product of his times. Whereas I like things a little more up to date.

[punched_hitler]

I guess some of us are just still catching up.

[maced_eggs]

How old are you, anyway?

[punched_hitler]

You know, I'll be 96 in July. Gosh, time does fly.

[maced_eggs]

Shit, how about that. I'm sixty-six.

So, how'd you die?

[punched_hitler]

Huh. [Okay, hearing that is strangely comforting. Ish. Even from you.

But while he's still processing that:] I didn't. You could just say I took a really long nap.

[maced_eggs]

You look bloody ripped for a coma patient, mate.

[punched_hitler]

Thanks?

[A helpless laugh.} It's complicated. It wasn't so much a coma as... being frozen solid.

[maced_eggs]

Oh.

Hate to tell you this, but people don't actually come back from being frozen solid. They try to go into their little cryogenic pods, but they don't realize I've taken their souls before they do. Most who get unfrozen end up dead.

[punched_hitler]

Ah. Well - the point wasn't actually to come back. I was pretty sure I'd bought the farm. It just turns out... I'm really hard to kill.

[Except:] What do you mean, taken their souls?

[maced_eggs]

That's a bloody impressive party trick. I used to be like that, too. Until the Barge, that is.

What do you mean, what do I mean? Issnot like it's a secret what I do, is it?