[ DRAFT 23 ] 4th Wall Day

[metharchy]

[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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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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?]

[weordmyndum.livejournal.com]

[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.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[weordmyndum.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.

[weordmyndum.livejournal.com]

[Uh-huh.]

Is your name Meth, or is it not?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Flat stare.]

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

[weordmyndum.livejournal.com]

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.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.