Post-It: ETD 00:19am

[maced_eggs]

So.

Am I still dreaming other people's dreams, or is there a fucking talking raccoon on the ship?


Holy fuck, there is a talking raccoon on the fuckin' ship.

Raccoons, they're. Ehh. I'm sorry, they're just fucking creepy, aren't they? Little fat badgers with masks on with their little bitty claws, digging in people's garbage.

It's not bloody sanitary. M'not eating at the same table as something with rabies. You're having a laugh, Admiral. Keep the animals with the animals.

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[routemistress]

Oy. I thought better of you than this, Mason. You going to start on all the other nonhumans, next?

[maced_eggs]

It's a raccoon, Iris. I've seen raccoons, they're sad little lumps on the side of the road after being hit by trucks. They're not inmates.

[routemistress]

Most of my people think of humans that way and all. Lesser species.

[maced_eggs]

It's a raccoon.

[donttouchthefur]

I've been here at least a flarking MONTH, jerkwad. Don't need to whine like it's new. Come on, you even shower? With your arms all hanging around at your sides like you need 'em to balance. But I'M the weird gross one. Right.

You wanna go? I'll tear your damn eyes out.

[maced_eggs]

Oh fuck me it's talking. The raccoon is talking.


An' no, I don't shower, thanks.

Oh holy fuck you're both adorable an' terrifying. Are you wearing clothes? Like people?

[donttouchthefur]

And I wash myself at least once a day, humie. Far as I'm concerned you're the biohazard.

Yeah. I do. Any more questions or are you just gonna keep insulting me?

[maced_eggs]

Yeah. Who the fuck didn't call the exterminator?

[quadruplerehab]

Actually, just checked. Loads of tables. Counted at least six with no raccoons, then lost interest.

[maced_eggs]

Yes, but how do I know he's not going around marking his territory?

[quadruplerehab]

How do we know you're not?

[maced_eggs]

I've stopped my pissing in public places. It's one of the things on me chart.

[donttouchthefur]

Talking like that, I just might start.

I'm throwing all the threads at you I'm so sorry

[tucky]

[OH GOOD SOMEONE ELSE THINKS THIS IS WEIRD. She's still down in the dumps, but she can't not answer this.]

There's a talking cat, too.

The cat's nicer. The raccoon's a fucking pain in the ass.

s'cool

[maced_eggs]

See, cats are fine. Talking cats are magical an' practically common.

Raccoons creep me out. I once got incredibly, incredibly drunk an' a raccoon attacked me an' took me wallet.

[tucky]

I think those are the wild ones, though. This one ain't wild.

Just an asshole.

[demolitions]

Leave him alone, Mason.

[Which sounds odd coming from Boyd, considering he wanted to kill the little bugger himself a few days ago, but then those dreams happened, so yeah.]

[maced_eggs]

That may be a bit hard to do now, Boyd.

[demolitions]

Well why don't you just give it a try? Close your mouth, see if that works.

[to_dust]

Don't be dreadful.

[maced_eggs]

M'not being dreadful. There's a bloody raccoon running about.

[to_dust]

You know, the Oroog look quite a bit like Earth moles [...hundreds of times larger, moles the size of draft horses, but C'rizz has never seen the earth kind to compare-] and Charlotte was able to be perfectly civil with one of them. You're being dreadful.

[hearrrtofgold]

Mason, shut up before you hurt yourself.

[Duke will just be consulting his item now. Before Mason gets ripped to shreds.]

[maced_eggs]

...yeah, all right, then.

[Slow on the uptake, Mason seems to realize he may have said too much]

Bloody little rodent..making me question my sobriety.

[hearrrtofgold]

Raccoons aren't rodents.