Post-It: ETD 00:15am

[maced_eggs]

Right.

[Mason, decked out in his laser tag gear, checks his gun before lowering the visor on a helmet he picked up...somewhere.]

Hate to tell you, kids, but as a reaper, I have been present at every gun accident in the greater Seattle area in the last decade, and I am a fucking sniper with this-

[He's cut off, by the blasts of about half a dozen different lasers. Knocked on his ass, he gives a bit of a whine and crawls backwards into his room to reset himself]

Bloody hell..

Comments

[americasdirtiest]

Great job, dude. Good work.

[interns]

[ Gwen might be mouth-trumpeting taps for him, holding up an invisible trumpet and everything, all very serious. it sounds kind of like this:

bbrr brr brrrrrrrrr
brr brr brrr
brrr-brr-brr
brrr-brr-brr
brrr-brr-brrrrRRRR!!!
brrr brr BRRRR
BRRR. brrrr. brrrrrrr.
bbrr brr brrrrrrrrr. ]

[maced_eggs]

Gwenny, I get the distinct impression you're making fun of me.

[maced_eggs]

Oh, fuck off, yes? I did my best. That should be all that matters.

[americasdirtiest]

Hey, you did say you spent a lot of time around shootings.

[maced_eggs]

I do. Did.

But I've never actually shot a gun before, you know. It's quite different from how I imagined.

[americasdirtiest]

So where exactly did the sniper bullshit come from, then?

[maced_eggs]

Thought I could learn by observing, that's all. Bloody hell, what's with the inquisition, Mic?

[americasdirtiest]

I asked you one fucking question, moron. Look, forget it. Go practice at the damn range, stop embarrassing the team.

[maced_eggs]

Don't call me a moron. You wouldn't like to be called that, so why would you do it to other people? Fuck me..

cw: misogyny

[americasdirtiest]

Jesus Christ, seriously? When did you get to be such a damn girl?

[maced_eggs]

I'm not ashamed to be called a girl. Some of my closest mates are girls.

[imfollowinghim]

[Sorry Mason, Bucky is chuckling at your expense a little bit.]

You okay, pal?

[maced_eggs]

I'm in my bloody room, Buck! You can't shoot a man when he's in his room!

[imfollowinghim]

I'm not gonna touch you while you're in your room, don't worry.

[He is vaguely considering waiting outside the door to your room, but that just seems mean.]

[maced_eggs]

Bloody American...

I do worry, Buck. You're an amazing shot and I wasn't born in your war, all right? I was a bloody hippie and I was proud of it!

[americasdirtiest]

My sister's a girl. You still need to man the fuck up.

[interns]

"Making fun" is a very strong pair of words. There was nothing but respectful mourning coming from this end, I swear.

[maced_eggs]

How is it that I'm doubting that, coming from you? You with your innocent-looking face an' calm demeanor?

[maced_eggs]

I find that an offensive term, Mic. P'haps it's you who needs to do the manning up around here.

[interns]

I have no idea, sounds like crazy talk to me.

Are you heading back out to fight the good fight, or is that it? That can't be it.

[imfollowinghim]

They had hippies in England, too?

[americasdirtiest]

You wanna say that again to my face, Mason?

[maced_eggs]

I am saying it to your face. I'm looking at your bloody face right now, doesn't matter if it's through a screen or what.

[maced_eggs]

'Course they did.

Also I moved around a lot.

[maced_eggs]

Why can't that be it? It feels like it. I've never been much of a fighter.

[americasdirtiest]

To my face in person, asswipe.

[maced_eggs]

Not if you're going to call me names.

[interns]

Maybe just don't- run out there talking about how much you're going to shoot everyone. Try playing more defensively.

[ ... ]

I can't figure out if I should be encouraging this or not.

[maced_eggs]

Defensively. Right. I've got this. Can't be hard, can it?