Post-It: ETD 00:18am [Video]
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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.
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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Date: 2015-01-25 04:59 am (UTC)Now, don't get all freaky on me-- they was wild ones. And they looked a lot different from this. So what I'm saying is, if you're worried about people getting mixed up and hunting yours here, you probably don't need to. Wild ones and pet ones don't look a thing alike.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:02 am (UTC)M'not worried about them mixing the two sorts up, love. Johnny gets hurt, it'll be because of something I've done, not because someone wanted a quick bite of rabbit stew.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:09 am (UTC)[She passes Johnny back, a little reluctantly.]
I mean it, I ain't gonna hurt your rabbit.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:11 am (UTC)[He takes the bunny up in his arms, holding him gently and petting his ears down]
But he's already been threatened twice, an' I get a bit jumpy. I don't know if the Admiral brings back pets.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:27 am (UTC)Fucking hell..
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:30 am (UTC)[She asks it warily, wondering if this has something to do with all the inmates being dead.]
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:33 am (UTC)See, if you die here, you come back. An' yeah, usually you're in pain for about a week, bit sore, really, can't move, but you can't die again - you're already dead. So instead if someone here kills you, you jus' end up being resurrected, which is an amazing convenience, really.
But I'm not sure if the same is true for pets, so Johnny Boy stays close to me.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:37 am (UTC)No.
If I die I'm going to heaven. I'm not dead; God wouldn't let me go anywhere else if I was.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:40 am (UTC)Technically speaking, this isn't a sort of final destination. S'more of a waypoint, really. I figure, if you graduate, you get to go on being alive. An' if you don't...I mean, I've seen the bright lights a hundred thousand fucking times over, but I've never been allowed to go with them, so I can't say for sure what's waiting.
S'not heaven here, love. But it's not so bad, being dead here. Better'n Seattle.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:44 am (UTC)[She sounds almost desperate.]
I know how it works, and if-- if there was a place like this, I would know about it already.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:47 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:50 am (UTC)[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!
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:52 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-01-25 05:57 am (UTC)I gotta go.
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Date: 2015-01-26 12:06 am (UTC)[He looks a little concerned, though, and stands up]
M'sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry.
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Date: 2015-01-26 12:12 am (UTC)Sorry, Mason. She'll be more receptive when the flood happens.]