[ DRAFT 20 ] F & P

[metharchy]

[A video stream begins, immediately showing the movement of of a slender arm pulling back and then shooting forward. There's a thudding noise from off screen, followed by a groan and the rustling of cloth. The comm that is broadcasting is smacked, giving any who watch a much better view.

The camera shows Meth Rezza, Captain Redd's Head of Renovations, wearing only an expression of fierce excitement and arousal. She is straddling the hips of an equally naked Tyler Durden and punching him in the face. Tyler appears, for all intents and purposes, to be grinning like a lunatic and enjoying the attention while he bleeds from his mouth and nose.]

Tyler: Damn girl, you're getting good at that.

Meth: [She grins and backhands him.] You mean I am good at it.

Tyler: [His head snaps to the side, leaving him staring straight at the camera.] ...hey is that recording?

Meth: [She looks over in the direction of the comm, and mutters something unintelligible under her breath. She does not look happy.] ...you hit my fucking comm.

Tyler: [He lifts a hand and waves at the camera.] We should be charging for this kinda material.

Meth: [Meth rolls her eyes and grasps Tyler's jaw tightly with her fingers, turning his head toward her as she reaches out to the communicator with the other hand.]

[The video feed cuts short.]

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[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

And...

I am Sanya.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth was surprised by the lack of judgment or approval, and immediate introduction. It wasn't unpleasant.]

My name is Meth Rezza. Head of Renovations. It's good to meet you.

[Good, despite the fact that this man had just seen her in the middle of her activities with Tyler.]

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he approves. He can approve of any beautiful woman. Be she human, or a Faery godmother.]

You are the crew for this ship?

[A new subject, while he replays those thirty seconds in his head.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[He approves, but does that mean he'd willingly take Tyler's place and enjoy it?]

I am.

[Meth is attempting to sound normal as if the last thirty seconds didn't get broadcast to half the ship.]

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

[... He doesn't approve that much.]

What is it you do? Besides enjoying yourself. I am... curious. I have not met the crew yet.

[Yeah, that's probably the best way to put it.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[That's not at all surprising.]

I'm the Head of Renovations. I handle structural upkeep and repair any damage to the ship, as well as renovating the lower decks to make them more...passenger-friendly.

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

Ahhh. It sounds like much work.

Something is wrong with the lower decks? Besides little girl?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

It is a great deal of work, which I do well. The decks themselves however are not yet in any condition to allow passengers access. My construction sites are dangerous and no place for amateurs.

[Meaning, if you see yellow tape, stay the fuck out.]

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

Ahh... did something happen? More incidents like this one?

[There's a grin, even if she can't see it.]

Then I will stay away. I'm no carpenter. But I know a good one.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth can hear the grin in his voice, but incidents are not something she considers worth smiling about.]

They fell into disrepair. It's best to stay away. Choosing not to can be hazardous to your health.

[The statement is true on at least a couple different levels, but that's all she'll say on the subject.]

Your carpenter friend would find themselves out of their element here.

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know where to look for them, even if I were feeling very suicidal.

[Which he probably won't. Ever. He's good at coping, and forging on ahead.]

Must be plumbing problems then. Those are very tricky, I'm told.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She's actually rather pleased he understands how very serious she is. It was another point in his favor that he knew when to not push and stick his nose in where it didn't belong.]

...plumbing problems. Right.

[If only.]

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

[He's curious. Very curious. But you don't push ladies. Especially naked ones punching their ah... friends.]

Good luck with your plumbings, then.

[... That could be taken so many ways.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She snorts on a laugh. It could and would be taken in all sorts of ways. That's just how Meth rolled.

She appreciated getting back to her previous activities.]

Hah. Thank you.

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

Pozhaluĭsta.

[And with that... sneeze of a word, he'll let her go back to business.]