[ 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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[mybffjames.livejournal.com]

[shambles by, dragging his long, bloddy sword]

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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[mybffjames.livejournal.com]

[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!]