maced_eggs | Post-It: ETD 00:14am [Video]

Post-It: ETD 00:14am [Video]

[Down on level 4, Mason seems to have been in the process of cleaning up his horrible, horrible room. You can see the floor now! Where he sits, crosslegged, an infant brown bunny in his lap. He's feeding it lettuce, fond and preening.

On the door is tacked the sign Yard Sale.]

So I figure there are two things I need to do.

I am thinking that if I give away all of my things that Gwenny says I can't have any longer, I can earn my bloody stickers, get my powers back, an' give a home for Johnny Ramone.

So let's see what we've got...

[Mason pans his camera to the collection of booze, bongs, prescription pills, and general illicit or controlled substances he's managed to collect over his months on the Barge]

Seeing as how there is lit'rally no money on this boat, I will accept payment in the form of either rabbit things or stickers.

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Don't pet rabbits usually live in hutches? As for playin', I don't rightly know. Can't say I've talked to many rabbits on the matter.

[He's not even being sarcastic. He can totally speak to animals. Voodoo makes Disney Princesses of them all.]

And cold turkey is the way to go? Sounds risky.

You speak rabbit?

[Mason is just enough of a gullible idiot to believe anything he's told on the subject]

Starting it's easy. I've started a thousand times before.

It's going through all the terrible things without drinking that's the problem.

I can understand all animals. One of those perks of bein' a voodoo practitioner.

Seems a lot of unnecessary torture, for very little gain, to me.

You're fucking with me. No. No fuckin' way can you speak rabbit!

[Mason looks positively thrilled. He cups his hands around his baby bunny, holding him up to the camera]

Here, what's he saying?

I'm not a party trick you know.

'Sides, what's in it for me? Translating your pet?

Look, you're the only one I know on this whole fuckin' ship who speaks rabbit, and I have a rabbit and I want to know how to make him happy.

I could...I dunno. Teach you about being a reaper?

[He seems to consider this. Power over life and death would be a handy skillset to have. Even if he just learned the rules of how it all works.]

Hmm. You cut a hard bargain, Mason, but it's a deal.

[He leans forward, regarding the rabbit.]

For a start, he wants a patch of grass. To run around on, eat, do his rabbit...thing.

Patch of grass?

[Mason turns the bunny around in his hands to look at him, before giving him a peck on the nose]

Then a patch of grass you shall have, my little friend.

He wants himself a lady friend, too, but that's just rabbit talk and I wouldn't go for it, if I were you. Last thing we want is to be overrun.

Well, he's in trouble then, because the only other rabbits on this ship are his brothers and sisters.

Though I wouldn't mind a bunny farm, come to think of it...

You ever have pets?

I don't rightly think rabbits care about such things.

No. I barely earn enough to get by myself, let alone havin' another mouth to feed, too.

[And that would mean having to be capable of loving another living thing. No thanks.]

Yeah. Yeah, same. I did always want a dog, growing up, but more often'n not I'm homeless, so no pets. None I could keep, anyway.

Ain't much point to a pet when you got to focus on keepin' yourself alive, first.

Oh, I wouldn't die. I would just get very, very hungry.

Reapers can't die. But we still have to eat.

Huh, how about that. So you can go without food indefinitely, if y'all don't mind the hunger?

If we don't mind wasting away to practically nothing, yeah. Never tried it very long. I like eating.

Can't say that sounds like a pleasant experience. Can't say I blame you.

Comes in handy when you get too close to what's killing your assignment. Other'n that it's a pain in the arse.

Ah well, the things we live for, for eternal life...death.

No one gave me a choice in it. Fuck eternal undeath.

Well, that just ain't fair at all. You should at least have a choice, concernin' matters like that.

Afraid not. It's winning the worst lottery of all.

An eternity of servitude, can't say I envy you.

Not an eternity.

But near about.

Close enough, when it comes down to brass tracks, huh?