Post-It: ETD 00:18am [Video]

[maced_eggs]

[So since he's not permitted in the pub anymore, Mason has decided that the pool is a close second preference. Wearing a swimsuit with the Union Jack on it, he lies half in and half out of an inner tube, his rabbit perched precariously on his chest. Do rabbits like water? Can they swim? Who knows?

He drums his fingers on the inner tube, petting a sniffy rabbit with his free hand]

...Right.


Evening, Barge. Or, morning, or whatever the fuck time it is.

Let's you and me have a little betting game. I bet...you can't knock me out of this tube. You bet you can.

If I win, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.

And if you lose, you've got to go get me a beer from the pub.

First challengers being accepted now.

Comments

[spam]

[tucky]

I'm not dead.

[She sounds almost desperate.]

I know how it works, and if-- if there was a place like this, I would know about it already.

[spam]

[maced_eggs]

Tiff. Tiffy.

I'm a fuckin' grim reaper. I didn't know this place existed 'til I fucked up an' they sent me here.

If I'm aroun' working with death every single day of my...undeath, and I didn't know, what makes you think you know everything there is to know about what happens when you die?

[spam]

[tucky]

Because--

[She presses the heel of her hand to her eyes, hard, and abruptly stands.]

Because He made me a promise-- that if I believe in Him, all my sins are forgiven and I get to go to Heaven. There ain't nothing about a pitstop anywhere else, and I don't believe it, okay? I don't!

[spam]

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a wince, covering Johnny's ears with his hands]

All right. Fuck, settle down, yes? I don't get to talk to any gods. Or, God. Whichever. They don't tell me those things.

[spam]

[tucky]

[She shakes her head again, wiping at her eyes. Every time she's told that she's dead, she manages to disregard it-- but every time, it gets that much harder.]

I gotta go.

[spam]

[maced_eggs]

...Right, all right, then.

[He looks a little concerned, though, and stands up]

M'sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry.

[spam]

[tucky]

[She just shakes her head in response and hurries off, grabbing her clothes on the way out and trying her best not to slip too much on the wet floor.

Sorry, Mason. She'll be more receptive when the flood happens.]