Post-It: ETD 00:18am [Video]
Jan. 12th, 2015 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[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.
[spam]
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?
[spam]
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!
[spam]
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.
[spam]
Date: 2015-01-25 05:57 am (UTC)I gotta go.
[spam]
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.
[spam]
Date: 2015-01-26 12:12 am (UTC)Sorry, Mason. She'll be more receptive when the flood happens.]