metharchy | [ DRAFT 23 ] 4th Wall Day

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[ DRAFT 23 ] 4th Wall Day

[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?]

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[ACK. She'll come and try to help!]

[Meth is currently trying to shove the toys all in with a combination of her feet and telekinesis.

It's a slow process to account for every tiny piece that slips past her reach.

A second pair of hands are not unwelcome.]

[As one lincoln log rolls across the floor it is accosted by a flurry of white. Managing to grab it, he falls over onto his side and gnaws on it, hind feet pumping the thin air as he 'kills' it!]

[Meth stops mid-effort to stare at the white fur that pops into her peripheral vision.

A cat.

She grins and crouches down to watch its vicious assault of its new prisoner.]

That's it, no mercy.

[The woman crouches and he drops the log, managing to send it clattering across the floor with a hand paw. He's on his feet in a flash and leaps after it. There is a series of skitters and clacks as it ricochets around the boats' hall before zipping past her foot.

He's on it again in a flash, flopping atop it in a flurry of feet and tail. His tail lashes and he looks around for it, not realizing he's already lying on it .. or perhaps he does realize this.

His pupils are huge as he darts his gaze around, coming to rest once more on Meth.]

Mrow?

[Meth watches the cat carefully, watching how it seems at once graceful and clumsy as it toys with the piece of wood and chases after it.

When he comes to rest on top of it, Meth smirks and turns to face him once again.]

Well, did you get it?

[Reaching behind her, Meth grabs another Lincoln Log and tosses it in front of the cat. Will it abandon one to capture the other?]

[He wriggles, watching as you pick up another log, his head moving as he locks onto it. His jaw clicks as he makes tiny sounds.]

Mrrt mrt rrt mert

[You toss it in front of him and he smacks a paw over it, which just sends it scuttling. He rises and bumps the log beneath him, sending it in the other direction. There is a clamber for a moment as he tries to be in two places at once, sending either log further apart. He tears after the second log and it's several smacks and thwacks before it's in the area of the first. He launches atop the second, sliding into the first.

Another clamber of legs traps both pieces beneath him and he flops over, looking up at you in success.]

Mrew!

[Meth would never admit to anyone that she likes cats, or finds it fascinating when they go into this sort of playful hunting mode. Still, she finds herself completely diverted by the small animal in front of her, eyes locked on its movements and the logs.

When the cat has, after what appears to be a mighty battle, captured both logs, Meth grins widely.]

You definitely showed them who was in charge. Maybe we should get you some kind of real reward, hm?

[Meth gets up to her feet and makes a noise with her tongue behind her teeth, trying to call the cat to follow her.]

[One lovely thing about cats: they never expect an explanation from you. Yes, they know on some level that a person likes them or not; it's a born cat ability. However, one would never deliberately out the knowledge.

He watches her, listening to her rather intently and feels himself puff up with pride. He rolls over and claims a log as she clucks at him and he pads along behind, tail held high as he holds his 'spoils of war' proudly in his mouth.

He's not certain where they're off to, but it could be quite promising! And .. there might be food and scritching!]

[Meth's gait is leisurely as she leads the cat away from the mess of toys behind them and toward the buffet. She's pretty sure that there was salmon and ponk on the menu today, and rewarding the cat, for simply amusing her if nothing else, seems like as good a plan as any.

When they arrive, Meth grabs a plate and makes quick work of going through the buffet and grabbing bits of meat here and there. There's a decent selection, and it seems relatively fresh. Of course, she doubts the cat would mind that much if it was a couple hours cold.

Meth takes it over to a table and sits, cutting it up into smaller pieces for her temporary companion.]

[He follows along quite curiously, so far as cats are. He pauses here and there to sniff things during his walk: a wall, a few other passengers, but ends up tailing right behind Meth again before she gets too far.

The smells of the buffet catch his attention and he 'mrows' around a mouthful of lincoln log. He watches her quite intently as she begins to load up a plate and finally drops the lincoln log as she takes a seat at a nearby table. He begins weaving around her legs, mrowling.]

Mrow .. mrrr mrew meow rowwwow!

[Meth looked down to the cat then, feeling too lazy to actually reach down to pick it up, or beckon to it, she used her power to lift it up onto the table on the other side of the plate of food.

Then she reached out to push the plate toward that cat, who she hoped wasn't going to freak out about being picked up by invisible forces.]

[He doesn't seem entirely phased by being lifted by some invisible force, but then his attention is pretty riveted on the meat she is cutting up just now. He seems to care less when he is suddenly nose to plate with all kinds of tasty meat products!]

Mrow! meowwow mrrr mrrt rt mrow!

[He paces the table eagerly and then Meth pushes the plate to him and he looks from it to her and back again. If a cat could look disbelieving, this one would! He remains for a moment before practically floating forward and taking his choice of the numnums!

If the boy wasn't purring before, halfway into his first bite he is doing so!]

Prrrrrrrrr*munchcrunch*rrrrrrrrrr

you are one foxxy Lday.

...

Excuse me?

I just SAID that youre the bees KNOBS.

You might make more sense if you stop sniffing glue for a while, or eating antifreeze.

you have got 2 be so HIGH to eben SUGEST something LIKE that!!!!!!

I wish. If I was high, you might start making sense.

[...that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all, all things considered.]

Little sister! Where've you been?

[Here, just let him help you with that, won't you, Meth?]

We should go.

[Meth backs away from Tanvir. She wouldn't care about someone helping her except for the fact that he called her little sister. Meth stares him down.]

I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not your sister.

[Tanvir, did you hit your head?]

[No, he did not hit his head. But now he's wondering if you have!]

You're not--

Oh. Oh, okay. Hey, don't worry, okay? We'll get it taken care of.

[He sounds very sure about this. Almost dismissive!]

But we've gotta head out of here first, y'know? So, c'mon.

[Incredulous stare, go.]

I have no idea what you're talking about but you should probably head up to the clinic, passenger. I'm not the one who needs taking care of.

[Meth is very sure about this.]

And I'm definitely not going anywhere. This is my job. My home.

[She crosses her arms over her chest, not backing up but clearly going no where near him.]

[He'll see your incredulous stare and raise you a are-you-kidding-me Look.]

Sister, if you're this bad, we need to move quick. Your job isn't here and you know it. There are people depending on you to do your real job, and this isn't it.

[He's not going to move closer--yet--but he's clearly worried.]

[Oh, she's stubbornly ignoring that look. Meth sends him a "Don't even think about going up against me" glare.]

If you think I'm going anywhere, you take it up with Captain Redd. I am Head of Renovations here, and he's the only one I'm taking orders from.

[Well, and Kage and Meifeng of course, but digressing doesn't exactly give people a confident appearance.]

You must have me confused with someone else.

[Uh-huh.]

Is your name Meth, or is it not?

[Flat stare.]

It is. My brother however is Nezer Rezza. You are definitely not him.

You've been reading too much. I keep telling you those books are no good. But no, nobody ever listens to me!

[The way he says that is remarkably affectionate. Almost teasing!]

Look. We'll get you back. Bryn'll set you to rights, and everything'll be fine.

[This is beyond ridiculous. Expression clearly closed, Meth ignores his comments about books, his familiarity, and his mention of the passenger Bryn.]

I'm not going anywhere. Leave me alone, now.

[To punctuate her point, Meth uses her power to push Tanvir back half a step.]

Go. Away.

[Look Meth! There's someone standing right behind you.

He chuckles. Do you turn to that strangely familiar laugh or ignore it?]

[Meth pauses, then slowly turns her head just enough to catch sight of Tyler out of the corner of her eye.

Yes, it's actually Tyler this time. Not some passenger who's been aged up with facial hair.]

Something funny?

[He leans against the wall and takes a drag of his cigarette. Is he looking at her face? No. Not really. Tyler lets his eyes wander. It's been a while since he's seen her, after all.]

This whole boat is hi-fucking-larious!

[It's totally been a while. Meth turns toward him a little bit more and lets her eyes do a bit of their own wandering. It's good to see him again, in the flesh. She'll never admit it, of course, or give any indication of it so easily.

Her response is a lazy drawl as she shifts her weight from one foot to another, abandoning trying to clean up the closet for the moment.]

Is that right? What's so hi-fucking-larious about it?

[Tyler snorts.]

You still don't see it? Sad.

[He likes that he's got her attention enough for her to stop cleaning.]

Thought you would of lightened up by now.

Come on, Tyler, you know I don't lighten up easily.

[She gives him a tight, fierce smile. There's a moment's pause before she speaks again.]

Happy to be back?

It's not gonna last. You know that.

[He takes a drag and just... watches her.]

[Meth goes still a moment and looks away awkwardly. Her voice is almost subdued when she speaks.]

I know it won't.

[With a deep breath, Meth tilts her head to the side. This is too uncomfortable to bear silently.]

Was there something you wanted?

[It goes without saying that she's fishing for answers to questions she's not going to ask.]

[Does he have to set a deck on fire to get your attention, Meth?]

Nope.

[Tyler grins.]

[He has her attention. As far as she's concerned, her entire world has narrowed down to him, and her, and the hallway they're standing in.

Meth starts closing the distance between them.]

Liar.

[Meth stops in front of Tyler, just a foot away, and then because she doesn't know any other way to be around him, pulls back and swings a fist at his face. There's no extra power behind it unless you count the added muscle she has from working a punching bag on her time off during the last couple months.]

[shambles by, dragging his long, bloddy sword]

[It was the scraping sound that caught her attention and made her stop midway to see what it was.

A sword. How in the hell had someone managed to get one of those on board? Meth reacted immediately, using her telekinesis to yank the sword out of the man's grip and far away. Redd would skin her and nail it bloody to a wall if she let some passenger keep a weapon like that.]

No weapons on board.

[NO WEAPONS!? HOW COULD- oh... oh it was much easier to walk this way. Why was he dragging that cursed thing anyway? James was one screwed up jackass. Regardless, now he could shamble off and kill people much faster! Thank you odd woman!]

[April dares.]

Well, hi! Have you seen Warren?

[She spares April one glance.]

No.

[Pout.]

Shucks. Do you s'pose he's around here? I've got to find him. It's very important.

[Sigh.]

We don't have a Warren on board. You'll just have to hope that he shows up next week maybe.

[SADNESS.]

Next week?

...well, that's not possible. He's got to be here somewhere. He would never leave me. He loves me!

[She smiles warmly.] Do you love someone?

Lyrics, fill in the gap -- Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP

[There's a platypus. It's not doing much.]

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*dies* Spoils of war!

He's quite the little killer .. when he feels like it!

I'm in love with all the iconsss~

Why go 1/2 way? He deserved the full 15!

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dies Spoils of war!