Meth Rezza

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[The cockatrices are dead, and some of the villagers with them. Both groups found their demise at the hands of the Called, which puts Meth in a rather awkward position.

She's pleased that the threat to the villagers is gone, however at the same time, she finds it uncomfortable to be associated with those who are responsible for the deaths of those they were supposed to protect. No, it wasn't their fault, but it's hard to justify that to grieving families.

In an attempt to gain some space from the mourning villagers, Meth returns to the Temple, intending to stay a few days to gather her thoughts.

Meth is far more used to the problems of a mechanic. Things are broken. Things don't work properly. It's easy to understand her goals in these situations. The life of a soldier is far heavier thing. She's unused to holding the lives of others so directly in her hands.

It's because of these thoughts that Meth makes her way to the bathing house of the Temple. The waters are warm and relaxing and she's sure that for an hour she'll be able to distract herself.]

ATTENTION

I will be reusing Meth's journal at another game <3 Bryn and Riley's journals remain friended to everyone and the failboat communities for the dressing room. <333 Toot toot, everyone, please defriend if you do not want to see new game entries popping up in your friends list.

[Meth's communicator clicks on, set to video. Call it an accident if it will make you feel better. :>

Anyone paying attention will notice the video screen is pointing forward, showing as she reaches forward to open a door on deck twelve. Meth twists the handle and opens the door to reveal the entire thing is filled with classic toys like tinker toys, lincoln logs, legos, jacks, marbles, and small barrels of plastic monkeys. The toys spill from the top, noisily flooding the hallway and the floor around Meth's feet.]

Blighted...

[She hisses through her teeth as she tries to shove everything inside and shut the door again, without success.

Approach?]

This is Meth Rezza, Head of Renovations.

[Somebody sounds pissed.]

The temple on deck thirteen is off limits due to severe damage within until further notice

Yet again.

Anyone who trespasses on my construction site should expect to find themselves bricked up into the walls. Anyone who fucks up this temple one more time gets to answer to me personally. No exceptions, passengers.



[OOC: The temple is under construction again, due to Bass tearing the place up and so for the third time, it has been sectioned off. Tall chainlink fencing surrounds the building, too high to scale. Hanging on the inside of the chainlink fence is an opaque white tarp, blocking the site from view. The entire thing is surrounded by bright yellow "CAUTION -- DO NOT ENTER" construction tape.]

So...good news bad news time!

Good news is that after a week, my sister is out of the hospital and getting better! Bad news is that my neck/shoulder injury is still acting up which is full of suckage. This is still a busy time of year for me but provided life doesn't try to throw anything else horrific at me, I am coming off of hiatus!

Since we have a lot of people that've joined us recently...

My name is Mari :3 I am one of the failboat mods. I play brynkitten, a shapeshifter, metharchy, the ship's Head of Renovations, and quesiransiran, the ship's Cabin Boy. I will be sloooowly throwing myself back into the swing of things, so please but gentle, but I would love to be hit up for plotting and thiiiings.

You can toss me a line here or over AIM at SucrePluie. I CAN receive offline messages so it's a great place to get in touch with me.

[Edit: Realized JUST NOW this went in the wrong place. Go me. Fail mod is fail |D]

Deck seventeen is now open once more. The miniature golf course should be done by the end of the weekend.

For those of you who are new to the MS Elegante, my name is Meth Rezza and I am the ship's head of rennovations. Any major damage to the ship and the structures within should be brought to my attention immediately.

[That said and done, Meth is going to wander over to the buffet for food.]

Buffet is open again, and the library is next.

Miniature golf course and deck seventeen are still closed until further notice.

[That said and done, Meth was going to enjoy the rest of her day off and retreated to her treehouse.]

This...this stuff is pretty great. Thanks Kage.

[Meth was chilling in her tree house smoking out. It was her day off, and with her newly acquired pink-glass hookah, and a spare mattress on the floor of her tree house, life was pretty good.]


[OOC: Closed comment log <3]

[ OOC: The following open-comment log has been written in third person, as this is not a communicator-post. Please feel free to interrupt what she's doing, in comment-log style, or third, whichever you please. <3 ]

It had been weeks since Meth had completed rebuilding the temple on deck thirteen. She hadn't been back since, instead occupying herself with minor repairs around the ship. On any other day off, she might have kept to herself in the tree house on deck three, but today wasn't a typical day off for Meth.

Her steps were slow and even as she walked across the field of flowers, and in her hands, Meth carried two oversized tote bags, filled to capacity. On her off days, Meth was usually still in work clothes of some variety. She liked to carry small tools with her on the off chance she saw something small that needed fixing. Today, however, her usual garb had been replaced with something quite different. The voluminous pants she wore were made of a thick blue linen that cut short at her calves, and her sleeveless shirt swept across her chest to close in clasps down her side. Instead of heavy work boots, she wore simple flat sandals, leaving her bare feet to be tickled by the flowers as she made her way across the field.

At the entrance of the temple, Meth paused to set her bags down. She looked inside with her expression a mixture of solemnity and apprehension, and with a deep breath, stepped inside to begin.