[ 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 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?

[ilikesoap.livejournal.com]

[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!

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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?

[ilikesoap.livejournal.com]

[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.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

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?

[ilikesoap.livejournal.com]

It's not gonna last. You know that.

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

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[ilikesoap.livejournal.com]

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

Nope.

[Tyler grins.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[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.]