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.

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[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.