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[whateverthemess]

[The flood of information, curious people, answerless questions, added volumes to the headache she already had thudding under her temples. She slipped out of her room, eased along the hall until she found a door out on deck, and staggered over to lean against the rail

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[painhumbles]

[With the stealth of a ninja, SUPER SPY (Name Unknown), currently disguised as post-it note billionaire Bill Kohler headed to the deck, trying to suss out the mystery of this cruise liner. He couldn't remember his training or... Much of anything, really, but he was apparently fabulous at improv, as evidenced by the fact that no one seemed to expect a thing. As far as anyone knew, he was the one normal person on this boat.

OH MY GOD. PRETTY LADY. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION. He took a moment to smooth his fake mustache and sidled over to Murphy.]

Guess there are worse things to remember.

[whateverthemess]

[She looks up at him, and her eyebrows go up immediately.] If it isn't Mr. Bill. Invented the wheel since the last time we talked?

[painhumbles]

[He leans on the railing, looking as... Provocative and appealing as a man who believes himself to be an international spy and has a pornstache can look.] Please. Mr. Bill is my father. Just call me Bill. And no, I haven't, but great idea. Heck, no one remembers who actually invented it anyway right now.

[whateverthemess]

Pretty sure no one ever knew who invented it. [She props her chin in her hand and looks out over the water.] You never did answer my question.