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

[maced_eggs]

Rube wouldn't like us touching that system. Far as we know, it's been in place for thousands of years. What would happen if we went about changing things?

...You think so?

[routemistress]

[She doesn't think so, no, but she thinks he could be with enough encouragement; so she continues to lie with conviction.]

I do. You just need to start thinking instead of trying to avoid it all the time, my darling.

[maced_eggs]

Thinking about it depresses me, though.

[routemistress]

That's 'cause you're trying to think about death and misery and failure. Try this: think of a life where you're doing a thing you love. Think of waking up every morning and you can't wait to get started. Not necessarily a paying job, you understand, just ...a thing you could be doing.

Imagine that feeling. Then try and work out what you want that life to look like.

[maced_eggs]

...I don't know if I love much anymore.


I think I love people. Certain people. An' music and the 60s.

Mostly it's things I can't imagine I'd deserve.

[routemistress]

Mason, you are a sweet man with a good 'eart. Forget about telling yourself you don't deserve shite, will you? Forget about messing things up.

Do this as an exercise in imagination: forget the details, just imagine 'ow it feels. To 'ave a life you love so much you wake up smiling every morning. Once you've got a picture of the feelings in your head, once you can call up that feeling, then you can work out what you need to get there.

[maced_eggs]

...Well, I mean.

Could it not be for me?

[routemistress]

What'd you mean not for you? It's your life, lovey.

[maced_eggs]

Mmnyeah. Yeah, it is my life.

But each time I try imagining what I want my life to be like, I come up empty. I haven't been alive in so bloody long that it's more like being on another planet. I can't imagine being alive again.

But when you asked me what made me happy...thassan easy one.

I want...I think I want...for Daisy an' George to be alive again.

I want George to go back to her family, be with her mum an' sister. An' I want Daisy to be a big, famous fuckin' movie star like she always wanted.

My life, my real life, it wasn't going nowhere. I was living at a friend's flat, taking drugs, didn't give a fuck about my future. I don't have high aspirations.

Those girls do. My lovely women.

[routemistress]

[Iris doesn't know whether to cry or to smile as though her face might break; by the time Mason finishes his little speech she's settled for a little of Column A and a trickle of Column B.]

You sweet, sweet lad. That's what warden deals are for, Mason.

[maced_eggs]

..Yeeah, but I'm not a warden. Haven't even graduated yet.

[routemistress]

Not yet. But you just showed yourself a good reason why you want to. Didn't you?

[maced_eggs]

I s'pose so. S'pose I did.

[routemistress]

I'll tell you summat else: you'll make a sodding good warden.

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a ragged little laugh]

You're having me on, Iris.

[routemistress]

No. I'm really not. You've already 'elped a lot of people as you are; you're kind, you've got a knack for pulling the best out of people. I've seen it. All you need's to learn 'ow to stop getting in your own way quite so much and you're set.

[maced_eggs]

I've got to be sober as a warden then, don't I?

[routemistress]

Sober enough, any road. I mean, I'm not the most sober person, as you know.

[maced_eggs]

'Course, yeah. But it wouldn't do to be lyin' on a floor flat-out drunk while me inmate runs around causing havoc.

[routemistress]

It's a lot easier to do sober when you've got a reason for it, love. Trust your Auntie Iris on this.

[maced_eggs]

Yes, but I had responsibilities an' reasons as a reaper, didn't do me job then.

'Course, it wasn't something I liked an' it was forty fuckin' years of it.

[routemistress]

Responsibilities that get shoved on you unwilling and involve watching folk get killed over and over without ever being able to 'elp don't count. Honestly, I want to punch a wall every time I 'ear about that business, Mason.

[maced_eggs]

No one ever said death was meant to be pleasant, Iris. 'Specially my division.

I should say you do get used to it after a while, except when you don't.