[ DRAFT 19 ] 4th wall day

[metharchy]

Keep the damage to the boat to a minimum and no one will lose any body parts.

Comments

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

...

I have a man, hm?

[Enlighten her, half-dressed, attractive man with a voice like silk. Meth is intrigued.]

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he will~]

What's in your hand, hm?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

My hand...?

[She looks down at her hand, which had been holding a hammer.

But now...]

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love!

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[GASP! Two tickets to that thing she loves?

You are quickly rising on her list of people she doesn't want to dismember, and so quickly!

Meth gives him a pleased smirk.]

Well aren't you generous.

[oneperfecthit.livejournal.com]

I ain't gonna hurt yer boat none.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

You'd better not.

Who are you anyway?

[oneperfecthit.livejournal.com]

Ah, 'm Lucas. Kinda showed up here today with a bunch o' people looks like.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Lucas hm? Where did you pop in from?

[oneperfecthit.livejournal.com]

'round Marzo. Tiny little place in th' woods.

[bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com]

[Curious head twist. Looks at her upside down.]

Screek?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[What is that? Meth's never seen a bird quite like it...]

...hello there.

[bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com]

[Bloodwing's species is verrrry difficult to survive encountering up close, much less tame. This says a lot about Mordecai.

Abruptly, his head lowers, and after one or two convulsions he hacks up a string of intestine.]

[thesecondrule.livejournal.com]

So I can still mess shit up so long as it's 'minimal'?

Oh goooood...*flails*

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

If it's minimal enough that I don't have any extra work, yeah.

8D

[thesecondrule.livejournal.com]

Well alright then.

Though with all these people moving around and crowding the place, who knows what might happen.

[His tone is ever so sweet and... probably a little familiar.]

*sloooowly slides this into commentlog*

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth made a face to herself, continuing down a hallway on one of the passenger decks.]

. . .

What is your name?

I APPROVE OF THIS TRANSITION

[thesecondrule.livejournal.com]

[Slight pause to add a little extra tension to the air...]

Tyler Durden.

[Funny, that voice didn't come from the comm at all. Well, not entirely. Meth might noticea tall man in a red leather jacket grinning to himself and lighting up a cigarette just a little way down the hall.]

And you?

[Thus far, Mr Durden is completely unaware of her being so close.]

[fkinthecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm FBI agent Francis York Morgan, but please call me York. Its what everyone calls me.

May I ask what your job is on this boat?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[He has three names, and goes by his secondary family name? Interesting.]

York. My name is Meth Rezza. I am the ship's head of renovations.

[fkinthecoffee.livejournal.com]

Good, good. Its nice to meet you, Ms. Rezza, or would you prefer me to call you Meth? How long have you been working on this cruise ship?

[He starts to tap his chest with a finger.]

How interesting. This woman using a name of a drug or the Hebrew meaning of 'dead' or maybe something else entirely. We'll have to keep an eye on her Zach.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[He's talking to himself now? What? Seriously?]

Right.

Either works. Is there a point to these questions? I have a lot of work to get to.

[You are strange and she is getting impatient already.]

[fkinthecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Its normal for him, sadly.]

Yes, of course. Unless you have someone else to direct me to for my answers?

[iceicebebe.livejournal.com]

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