Post-It: ETD 00:20am

[maced_eggs]

...The fuck's happening? I wake up an' the entire bloody network's screaming their heads off.

Give it a rest. Some people're trying to sleep, y'know.

S'rude.

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[maced_eggs]

You don't know what you're missing. It's lovely, the movies.

...Yeeah. Yeah, I mean. I know.

She's something, Daisy is.

[changeitroundsome]

I'll make a note of that, should I get home in one piece.

I'd suggest y'all take her to dinner, but it might be tricky over the communicators.

[maced_eggs]

With what money? I'm not taking her out on a dine an' dash. It's not classy to make a girl run off after she's just eaten a large meal.

[changeitroundsome]

Maybe somethin' in the kitchens, instead? Few candles. Just get creative.

[maced_eggs]

She wouldn't like that, Daisy. She's gone out with movie stars. She's too classy for kitchens.

[changeitroundsome]

Sounds like you got your work cut out for you, mon ami.

[maced_eggs]

How do you woo a girl like her, Doc?

[changeitroundsome]

[Oh sweet hell why are you asking him, Mason? He pauses, trying to think up a good answer that isn't 'throw her in a sack'. He's just going to compare her to Charlotte as she's the only woman he has some level of reference to all of this. At least he knows what women like Charlotte want.]

Girls like that, real flapper types, they may look like they love the glitz and the glamour, but that's their day-to-day. What they want is a prince. Some good, decent soul to whisk them off their feet to some fairytale.

...Might want to scrub up a bit, too.

[maced_eggs]

Why's it always come back to the bathing?

I could be a prince. Or, prince-like. I've already got the perfect tone of speech. An' I'm good with a whisk.

Might have to work on the decency bit. S'pose that means no more urinating on the sides of buildings.

[changeitroundsome]

Women have standards, from what I gather.

I'd avoid that urinating, yeah. And-

...

No wait. What's a whisk got to do with anything?

[maced_eggs]

You told me I should whisk her off her feet.

[changeitroundsome]

Oh. Now I read you.

[maced_eggs]

Think I need to be a fair bit richer than I am before she'll give me the time of day.

[changeitroundsome]

I don't know, if ya'll charmed a few people, maybe offered to do the dishes in a fancy restaurant beforehand, for a meal and a table, you could pull it off.

[maced_eggs]

I dunno if you've met me, but I'm decidedly lacking in charm these days.

Plus I'm not alive any longer.

[changeitroundsome]

I was under the impression she wasn't alive any more, either.

And ya'll can work on the charm thing. Probably.

[maced_eggs]

Yeah. But she'll only date alive men. She doesn't like being reminded of what we are.

[changeitroundsome]

...Oh.

Then you're shit out of luck, friend.

[maced_eggs]

I know.

I can't help it, though. I really...really do like her.

[changeitroundsome]

I'd give y'all a hand, but giving the dead life again is beyond even me, no matter what other folk seem to think about voodoo.

[maced_eggs]

I know.

S'why I've got to talk to the Admiral about staying on.

[changeitroundsome]

Staying on...here?

[maced_eggs]

S'wrong with that? It's nicer here than it is in my world.

[changeitroundsome]

We're still prisoners, though. It's a gilded cage, but it's still a cage.

[maced_eggs]

M'in a bit of a cage at home. At least here there's a hot shower an' free food an' you don't have to pay rent.