[ Rule 03 ] [DECOY!]

[ilikesoap]

[Mr Durden is awake just in time for the chaos to start.

He's making himself useful by grabbing his smokes and lighter and heading for Deck 17. Idly, the man is smoking and casually setting fire to the tapestry, after which his attention will turn to the silks and the pillows.

The comm cracks on.]Barbecue on Deck 17!! Crew! You might wanna get

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[kaikou_tide]

Having fun?

[ilikesoap]

Sure am. It's all catching so easily.

[metharchy]

[By the time Meth had made it back to the passenger decks, she'd stepped out into chaos. It hadn't taken long for her to find several passengers doing their damnedest to get whatever they could grab hold of and tear it to the ground. She had bigger fish to fry, and let the passengers throw their tantrums. The Captain had given her orders and she was going to s--

"Whoaa! Looks like it's too late to save the tapestry! This linen shit burns so well!"

Meth remembered that voice, and when she spoke on the comms her voice was terse.]

...Tyler, you had better not be doing what I think you're doing.

[ilikesoap]

[The response Meth earns is a burst of laughter. He knows her voice just as easily as she does his.]

That would depend entirely on what you think I'm doing.

[metharchy]

[She's on her way to deck seventeen by the way. So fast. Tearing things apart is one thing. Fires are another entirely.]

You weren't exactly subtle, Tyler. If you wanted more of what you got last time you only had to ask. Pissing me off in the process wasn't a smart move on your part.

[ilikesoap]

[He snorts with laughter.]

I just said there was fire. I never said I was responsible.

[As he says this, he's lighting the corner of a particularly lovely piece of silk. Assuming the fire is put out before it gets too out of control, one might notice that he's burning a smiley face.]

Whoosh! You better run faster, Meth.