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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?]
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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It's a slow process to account for every tiny piece that slips past her reach.
A second pair of hands are not unwelcome.]
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A cat.
She grins and crouches down to watch its vicious assault of its new prisoner.]
That's it, no mercy.
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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?
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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?]
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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!
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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.]
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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!]
*dies* Spoils of war!
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's quite the little killer .. when he feels like it!
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!
I'm in love with all the iconsss~
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.]
Why go 1/2 way? He deserved the full 15!
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
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Excuse me?
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[...that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all, all things considered.]
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[Here, just let him help you with that, won't you, Meth?]
We should go.
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I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not your sister.
[Tanvir, did you hit your head?]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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Is your name Meth, or is it not?
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It is. My brother however is Nezer Rezza. You are definitely not him.
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[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.
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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.
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He chuckles. Do you turn to that strangely familiar laugh or ignore it?]
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Yes, it's actually Tyler this time. Not some passenger who's been aged up with facial hair.]
Something funny?
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This whole boat is hi-fucking-larious!
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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?
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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.
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[She gives him a tight, fierce smile. There's a moment's pause before she speaks again.]
Happy to be back?
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[He takes a drag and just... watches her.]
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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.]
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Nope.
[Tyler grins.]
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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.]
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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.
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Well, hi! Have you seen Warren?
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No.
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Shucks. Do you s'pose he's around here? I've got to find him. It's very important.
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We don't have a Warren on board. You'll just have to hope that he shows up next week maybe.
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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?
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