[ DRAFT 18 ] Deck 17

[metharchy]

Deck seventeen is now open once more. The miniature golf course should be done by the end of the weekend.

For those of you who are new to the MS Elegante, my name is Meth Rezza and I am the ship's head of rennovations. Any major damage to the ship and the structures within should be brought to my attention immediately.

[That said and done, Meth

Comments

[ilikesoap]

You sure took your time.

[metharchy]

I'm sorry, did you just say, "Oh Meth, please beat me to a bloody pulp, oh please, please, please," or did I misunderstand?

[ilikesoap]

[Here, have a Tyler laugh.]

Eh, I'll let you get a few hits in but no way am I letting this pretty face of mine get all pulpy.

[Meanwhile, he's already bruised and battered.]

[metharchy]

Well aren't you generous. One pulp-free beating available.

[Hey, if he's lucky it'll come in the form of punching him in the face during sex like last time.]

[ilikesoap]

I'll take you up on that. Though first I'm off to explore deck.. what was it? Oh yes, 17.

[Tyler would not object to that.]

[metharchy]

Well if you want it, come find me at the buffet. Don't even think of setting that deck on fire again or you won't like the consequences.

[After all, by this point Meth had just LEFT deck seventeen and needed food in her stomach, not to see Tyler examine her work if he was actually there.]

[ilikesoap]

Fire? No way. Round two will be much more exciting.

[You can probably hear that he's moving, though as for where he's going is a mystery.]

[metharchy]

[Now really, really isn't a good time to be baiting her, Tyler. She's liable to find a wire cage somewhere on deck and keep him chained inside there for a few days up in her tree house.]

There had better not be a round two, Tyler.

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler snickers.]

Not today. I can't promise it won't happen another time though.

[He'll be nice and head for the buffet. A man's got to eat, after all.]

[metharchy]

Alright. I can't promise that I won't tie you to the rack if you make more work for me.

[Meth was filling up a plate in the buffet. Three out of four projects were done, and now with Deck 17 finished, she was starting to feel a bit tired. It hadn't taken as much use of her gifts as the buffet and the library, but doing these three portions of the ship back to back to back was taking its toll.

She might talk to AMU about what could be done about this. After all, she wasn't going to hit the tschat, and actually resting when she could be working instead was something that didn't occur to her.]

[ilikesoap]

[He responds with a light laugh but says no more. A minute or two later Tyler bursts through the door of the buffet, pausing to ash his cigarette as he scans the room for someone of interest to annoy.

Oh what luck that he spies one Meth Rezza over by the buffet. With a shrug he heads her way, nabbing a plate as he goes and loading it up along the way. He's probably not going to eat half of what's on his plate, but he's not paying for it, so why not?]