hearrrtofgold: (i could use another drink)
[Filtered from Rocket, pre-emptively]
For those of you who are curious, this is what a sleeping raccoon looks like. [Basically. Except Rocket is in his jumpsuit and draped around a rack of weights in the gym. There's an audible sigh as Duke's hand appears in frame, trying to untangle him.] Don't worry, I'll get him home safe. With any luck, he'll be awake in a week or two. I hope.

Mason? Whatever you're thinking, don't.
hearrrtofgold: (i could use another drink)
(Backdated to Jan. 30th)

[Public video]
[He's still in the Pub, looking rather more refreshed after an uninterrupted power nap. He's emptying out coffee filters, shaking his head.]

I'm here to make drinks and serve coffee. And right now, I'm all outta coffee.

Not joking. We emptied out the Pub's coffee supply. On the off chance that someone has a surplus, we could really use some.

[Private to Rocket]
[Duke and Rocket were only paired a few hours ago and already he's got a headache. He can roll with most of the Barge's punches and get past the "talking animal" thing without making Disney jokes, but this is going to be one tough assignment.

Rocket's already proven that with Mason.

At least he and Rocket have mostly gotten along so far, despite his anger over the new pairing. He thinks he can work with this.
]

You've got a choice. We can talk with or without oatmeal cookies, because I just made some.
hearrrtofgold: (run that by me again)
[CW: marijuana use]

[Warden filter, backdated to yesterday]
[Scene: Duke's cabin, the main stateroom. Focus on Mason, sitting at Duke's coffee table and studiously smoking a stolen joint. Duke narrates, his voice weary and irritated.]

Does this belong to any of you? He answers to the name Mason. And before you ask, I didn't invite him in or give him that.

I'm this close to carrying him out of my cabin, but I don't know who to deliver him to.
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