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[heroicasshole]

[What's that you hear, fellow Elegante passenger? Why it's the sound of your neighborhood asshole hitting golf balls into the water. He found a whole suitcase of them and a driver on deck 12. He's hitting them out to sea one by one. He's not even bothering to listen to the splash or check the distance, because as soon as they're up in the air, they

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[fracturefall]

Barricade is meandering around, trying to find a sufficiently, you know, PEOPLE-less place where he can solar recharge.

Plonk. Plonk. Plonk.

THAT is a distracting noise. And annoying. Which meant there was, no doubt, a distracting and annoying squishy behind it.

He must investigate. Simply because he's bored. And cranky. But that goes without saying.

Well...that looks...fun. You know. Futility and all. This a sport or performance art?

[heroicasshole]

It's killin' time.

[He looks up to find the source of the voice. And holy shit, hello giant robot.]

The hell are you supposed to be?

[lilyground]

[LILY LOVES GOLF. Some do not know this. Rather, she doesn't like mini-golf, but actual golf. Alas, she can't play actual golf, so she just hits balls into the water. Lily is surprised (happy!) to see someone shares her love of the activity. Awesome!]

Hi! Hi?

[So Lily trots up with her super cute pink driver (from Deck 12, though why someone would want a set of pink golf clubs is beyond me) and smiles with all the sunshine of the sun. That's a lot of sunshine, man.]

Hi. Who're you?

[heroicasshole]

[Another plonk.

After that, Hancock decides to mix it up a little. He tosses the ball up in the air, watches it sail up, up, up, up then back down before he swings the driver and sends the ball careening toward the water.

He glances at Lily. Great. Children. Hancock can't handle children. Awkwardness get.]

Yeah. I'm Hancock.

[lilyground]

[That's okay! Lily can handle everyone. It should rub off on you!]

I'm Lily. Are you new?

[Lily sets up a ball. Naturally, they're yellow.]

Because I haven't seen you before.

[WHACK! Lily can't hit the barrier quite yet, but she's getting there!]

[heroicasshole]

[Hancock doesn't remember inviting this kid to hit golf balls with him. :|]

Yeah, I guess.

[He's been drunk and/or hungover 98% of the time he's been here. So he has no real sense of time.]

I'm usually in Sergei's or whatever it's called.

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[heroicasshole]

It's killin' time.

[A glance at Pamela. Huh.]

Thought freaks only come out at night.

[Laugh. Well HE thought it was funny.]

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[heroicasshole]

[Oh god that face.]

It was a joke...just...yeah.

[Sorry. He fails at being nice. So he'll just go back to whacking the balls into the water.]

[littlelegend]

[Goten is no physicist, but even seven-year-olds can tell something is weird when a ball stops flying through the air and just drops straight down. He's not really saying anything to Hancock, just staring at the golf balls and standing a few feet away from him.

...until he abruptly turns to face him and speaks that is.]

Wow! Are you doing that, mister?

[heroicasshole]

[Is he some kind of kid magnet?]

Hittin the balls, yeah.

[littlelegend]

[At least this one isn't cursing at you?]

What makes 'em stop in the air?

[heroicasshole]

[True.]

Dunno. Some kinda wall or something...

[Pause.]

What do you want?

[tachikhromatic]

[Fuck yes, pestering. It's a Tachikoma tradition. Musashi whirrs up behind Hancock and watches him hit a few, then asks what passes for a clever question.]

What are you doing?

[heroicasshole]

Being the fuckin' president. The hell does it look like?

[Musashi, Hancock is not impressed.]

[tachikhromatic]

[No one ever is]

Isn't this kind of difficulty going to make retrieving your balls difficult, Mister President?

[heroicasshole]

I ain't worried about that.