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[ DRAFT 19 ] 4th wall day
Keep the damage to the boat to a minimum and no one will lose any body parts.
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You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like
...
I have a man, hm?
[Enlighten her, half-dressed, attractive man with a voice like silk. Meth is intrigued.]
I have a man, hm?
[Enlighten her, half-dressed, attractive man with a voice like silk. Meth is intrigued.]
[Maybe he will~]
What's in your hand, hm?
What's in your hand, hm?
My hand...?
[She looks down at her hand, which had been holding a hammer.
But now...]
[She looks down at her hand, which had been holding a hammer.
But now...]
It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love!
[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.
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.
I do try.
[Since it's two tickets to the thing she loves... what would you say?]
[Since it's two tickets to the thing she loves... what would you say?]
[Why yes, there are two tickets to that thing she loves.]
I assume this second ticket is for the man my man could smell like?
I assume this second ticket is for the man my man could smell like?
Only if your man doesn't smell like the man your man could smell like.
...
And do you smell like the man my man could smell like?
And do you smell like the man my man could smell like?
I ain't gonna hurt yer boat none.
I don't know. Care to smell for yourself?
Why yes, I think I would.
[She steps closer, oh so entertained by this conversation. After leaning in, Meth breaths in deeply, taking in the scent of Old Spice.
He smells...
...like a man.
And rockets.
A billion bucks.]
Not bad.
[She steps closer, oh so entertained by this conversation. After leaning in, Meth breaths in deeply, taking in the scent of Old Spice.
He smells...
...like a man.
And rockets.
A billion bucks.]
Not bad.
You'd better not.
Who are you anyway?
Who are you anyway?
Ah, 'm Lucas. Kinda showed up here today with a bunch o' people looks like.
Lucas hm? Where did you pop in from?
'round Marzo. Tiny little place in th' woods.
Never heard of it. What's the name of your world?
[Better to start there, considering all things. Cities were a dime a million.]
[Better to start there, considering all things. Cities were a dime a million.]
[He just stands and lets her smell him. He is the man, after all.]
Like it?
Like it?
Marzo's in th' valley...? Sorry, I know I knew th' name once. I mean, not much matters t' me outside Marzo so...
[Now he feels like an idiot]
[Now he feels like an idiot]
Does it matter if I do or not?
[She does of course. But Meth doesn't play into any man's hands easily.
Never.]
[She does of course. But Meth doesn't play into any man's hands easily.
Never.]
It's fine, don't worry about it. Not important, just curious.
Got any friends or family here?
Got any friends or family here?
Yeah! Rems...er...ya'd probably know 'im by Remy...he's here! Heck, he'd know th' answer t' that.
[Curious head twist. Looks at her upside down.]
Screek?
Screek?
So I can still mess shit up so long as it's 'minimal'?
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