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[ilikesoap]

[Taking on the good advice of Kage, Jack had found himself a quiet place at the bar and drank himself to the point of not really caring or thinking too much about the boat or the hunt for Tyler. Eventually, he'd pottered off to bed, glad to be getting some rest.

The sleep did not last long. Not half an hour after Jack's amazing face-plant into the

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[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage is on Deck 12, and Kage's found what looks like a trunk full of jewellery. He's got a pair of shutter shades on and he's idly pawing through the fortune's worth of gold, platinum, silver and precious jewels as he waits for the Stewardess to bring him a batch of paperwork he'd asked for earlier.

He pulls out a set of spectacles done in gold, the 'lenses' carved from pure sapphires.]

Huh. Crazy.

[Off go the shutter shades. On go the spectacles that would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars on Earth.

They're kinda neat.

Now where is that Stewardess? Kage squints and waits for her.]

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The doors open and Tyler half-leaps out. True, he has no idea where he's going to end up, but provided it's more interesting than his own floor, he doesn't seem to mind.

He catches sight of Kage and makes a beeline for the First Mate. Tyler grins as he approaches.]

Ding ding! Junk floor!

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage doesn't say anything as Tyler approaches, just sits there with the ridiculous sapphire glasses on that tint everything into shades of blue.

Junk floor. No shit. So this must be 'Tyler'.]

Your friend's lookin' for you, Tyler.

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[Tyler pauses, looking Kage up and down and trying to pick what the hell is familiar about the man. As far as he knows, Jack has only really talked to one person.

He snorts at the mention of his 'friend'.]

Hah! Yeaaah. It's takin' him longer than I thought.

[metharchy]

[Meth was bored and restless. She'd worked all day, and while normally that might have exhausted her enough to sleep, she found she still had some pent up energy left to spend.

With nothing better to do, she stopped in at Kuma-Ko for a cup of tea. She hadn't spent much time with the bears there, but they were pleasant enough and the service there was always consistent. Those facts alone should have drawn Meth to their restaurant more often.

Yawning, Meth grasped the cup of green tea in front of her and took a sip.]

[ilikesoap]

[His stopover on Deck 11 had put Tyler in possession of a nerf gun, capable to firing up to eight 'bullets' one after another at the pull of a trigger. To his dismay, no one seemed to be around to shoot at and random targets that failed to move or duck or scream when he shot at them just weren't as fun as a living thing.

Which is why he was thrilled when he caught sight of Meth, sitting quietly with her tea. With expert silence, Tyler crept forwards and squeezed the trigger, taking great care to aim for the back of her head.]

[metharchy]

[A direct hit. Meth spit out her tea with eyes wide in shock. She set the cup down and rubbed the back of her head where the "bullet" had hit.]

What the fuck--

[Meth couldn't see who it was that had shot her, or even where it had come from. Carefully she got to her feet and stooped down to pick up the projectile. Well, she'd been hoping for something to liven up her night.

Next time she'd have to be more specific.

Now at least she was waiting for the next bullet, ready to stop it before it hit and find out where and who it had come from.]

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler's shoulders shake with silent laughter. He's hiding again, moving low and quiet through the room and determined to get a better shot next time. Not that it was easy to beat a head shot, but he would try anyway.

Moving to hide behind a table to her right, Tyler fires again, aiming this time for a shot to the stomach region.]

[diverged_fate]

[Some hours ago, Keats had been pleasantly drunk out of his mind. He'd gone from 'can't walk straight' to 'headache like a fucking train collision.' Right now he was just outside of the Bazaar on deck eight. Inhaling a cup of coffee. Not drinking...inhaling. And screw burning his tongue.

He'd deal with pain pills or whatever when he got back to his rooms.

Despite all the bustle going on around him (this was normally his favorite deck on the boat) Keats was pretty much dead to the world.]

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[The lift doors opened and Tyler strolled out, hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face. His shirt was white and wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and he scuffed his feet on the floor as he walked.

Deck 8 seemed decently busy, more so than what he'd seen so far but it was a certain, apparently hung-over individual that caught his attention. He approached carefully, quietly, acting like any 'normal' person on board might have until he was right beside Keats.]

And what a LOVELY day it is.

[He damn near yelled in the poor guys ear.]

[diverged_fate]

[Keats didn't pay two seconds of attention to the rumpled guy. He was just another smudge of color and every fucking color hurt his eyes right now. He'd just finished the coffee and crumpled the styrofoam cup when Tyler approached.

...And made himself known. Loudly. Keats didn't flinch at the eardrum-shattering greeting, even though it was like a shotgun fired off in his ear. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes for a split-second. Then seemingly relaxed and waited for the pain to fade. His inner irritation didn't fade with it.

Alright. So this guy liked unique greetings huh? Looks like he'd be 'the guy' after all. Keats tossed the remains of the cup on the ground and stared straight at the guy. Unconsciously shifting his weight and smirking... and when he spoke, it didn't sound pissed.]

Yeah...I think it just got more beautiful.

[And then he swung a vicious punch at the man's face. Aiming for the nose.]

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[Tyler reeled back, the punch still hitting though not hard enough to do any real damage. Of course, it hurts and his gums might be bleeding once again on account of his movement guiding the incoming fist to his top lip rather than his nose, but to Tyler Durden, this is just part of the game.]

Fucking glorious, if I might say so myself.

[He's taking care to beam at the man with the hangover and is keeping his voice a fraction louder than necessary.]

[meinxxherz]

[Holy God, Sergei's is getting a slow day. Times like this, Herz takes a seat in the main room and reads. So, y'know, he'll be right there when they get a customer. Granted, he must look strange sitting all alone reading a paperback with sunglasses on, but he's getting used to having the shades on most of the time. The more it becomes automatic--a second nature--the better it'll be for him. He'd guess.

But anywhos, no one's here. Even with reading material, he's getting bored.

That's it, if no one shows up in the next...hour, he'll head to the gym or something. Or track down a friend to hang with. It'll be fine--he'll be back in time for dinner, anyways.]

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[Tyler's strolling in, whistling cheerfully and taking a good look around. The lack of people is a downfall, but one easily mended by the belated sight of a young man with a book.

He regards him for a second, silently taking in the scars on his face and wondering what the history is behind the marks. Still, Tyler takes a less-direct approach.]

What's with the glasses, pal?

[meinxxherz]

[The teen gives a jerk, obviously surprised. Looks like someone was getting sucked into their story a little too strongly. Tunnel vision at it's worst--obliviousness at it's best.]

Hey, uh--Welcome to--to Sergei's.

[...only wait, that was a question huh?]

I, uhm...light sensitive.

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[The kids got some crazy scars and light sensitive eyes? Tyler's brows raise. He's intrigued by Herz, already wondering what would happen if he were to swipe the glasses from his face.]

Speak up, boy or you won't get heard.

[He's approaching, far too smug for his own good.]

Not that there's anyone else around. Is it always this quiet? Must be a boring task.

[lilyground]

[Lily doesn't really like golf. She finds it tedious. Then again, she's only ever played mini-golf, where everything is flat and boring.

Despite this hatred, Lily has an amazing drive because of the whole Oh-My-God-You're-A-Little-Girl strength. Instead of playing on the mini golf course, Lily grabbed a bucket of golf balls and set to driving them into the ocean with the prettiest of pink golf clubs (clearly).

Lily wishes there were some way to find out how far she can drive. 8(]

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler's wandering again, having stepped out onto yet another random floor. It's boring, uninteresting, and just as he's about to resume his button mashing elevator adventure, he hears the familiar sound of a driver connecting with a golf ball.

Interest piqued, Tyler starts towards the sound and is surprised to find a child at the end of his search. Arms folded, he leaned against the nearest wall to watch.]

Nice back swing.

[lilyground]

[THAT IS A PERSON. Just as Lily's starting her swing, she hears Tyler, and she's so alarmed she drops her driver. Bad idea on her part, and she almost falls over. Thankfully, she manages to right herself. That would have been pretty embarrassing.

Lily turns to Tyler and smiles, picking up her driver as she does.]

Thanks!

[ilikesoap]

[The jumpiness of the kid is noted and he smiles a little at her antics. She's amusing. The boat is amusing. Curiosity gets the better of him and he stands back to let her take another shot.

His face is swollen around his left eye and his lip is split and bruised, but Tyler pays no attention to the injuries. Instead he crouches down, waiting.]

Go again. Show me how far you can hit it.

[Tyler likes kids.]