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

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[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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Spam!

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[Mason idly strokes one of Johnny's cheeks with a finger, telling him seriously]

You can't, can you? You'd fall in.

Right. What do you want for 'em? Anything but the whiskey.

Spam!

[sneakykidwiththehair]

[Aw. That's really cute. Dash isn't sure how to process the emotion that is a visceral reaction to cuteness, so he's forced to fight through it and continue to be greedy.]

Do you have any other pills?

Spam!

[maced_eggs]

Might have a bit of vicodin left. An' some sleeping pills. Check the dresser behind you.

Spam!

[sneakykidwiththehair]

[Vicodin sounds good. Dash turns and pulls open the dresser, first peering in, then sticking his hand in to search around for anything he wants. This is weird. It's a bit like being allowed to steal from someone.

Eventually, he comes up with another bottle of pills, and holds it up to study the label.]

I guess this is it. How much of this do you have to take for it to work?

[Or how much do you have to sneak into someone's food without them noticing for it to knock them out?]

Spam!

[maced_eggs]

I've no fuckin' idea.

Really, I don't. Reapers have a built-up high tolerance for it. We don't react like normal, living humans any longer.

My suggestion's to start with one an' go from there.

Spam!

[sneakykidwiththehair]

Right.

[And the Vicodin gets pocketed, along with the sleeping pills from earlier. He'll figure something out.]

Well. Nice doing business with you.

Spam!

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[Mason stretches his hand out for the woodchips]

Johnny says thanks, mate.

Spam!

[sneakykidwiththehair]

[Dash would be tempted not to pay at all, but really, what's he going to do with a bag of tiny pieces of wood. He hands them over.]

Yeah, sure. Tell him he's welcome.

[And with that important business done, he's going to begin drifting back off into the corridors, and back to the important job of scrounging. ]