[ 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

I'm bugging you waifu

[polewhisperer]

Ooh. Do you fix all the broken stuff yourself, or do you have people to help you?

omg no wai

[metharchy]

Mostly myself. It depends on what's broken. The mechanic is fairly helpful.

[...what does it matter to her?]

ya wai

[polewhisperer]

[Because she's curious.]

I just noticed a lot of stuff was blocked off when I got here. You and the mechanic must be pretty tough to be getting everything fixed so fast.

oh mai~

[metharchy]

[Meth is surprised by Pacey's comments and rubs her face a moment. She's tired, and slow to answer.]

You could say that.

["Tough" wasn't the word that came to mind when Meth thought about B. Oh well.]

[royalguarantee]

I have a question!

[Naveen is hoping he's talking to the right person, he hasn't really met any crew yet.]

Are you the person who might be able to get a door for me that I can open? Or do I need to continue my search?

[metharchy]

Yes I'm the one to talk to. Is your door stuck or otherwise not functioning?

[There's a rustle of paper as Meth breaks out her pad of paper and pulls out a pen to take note of which door the passenger is speaking of.]

[royalguarantee]

No, no, the door is fine! I am just... too small. If I jump, I can reach the handle, but I cannot open it. It is too heavy.

[metharchy]

Oh.

[Deities, why hadn't anyone told her there was a height issue with one of the passengers?]

I'll need your name, deck number, and room number.

[ttlynotawizard]

Oh that's wonderful news! Any improvements or can I expect the same as it was?

[metharchy]

Same as it was, Remy. Same goes for the miniature golf-course, once that's done.

[Remy is one of the few people on board who would warrant the next question.]

How have you been doing?

[ttlynotawizard]

I had a rough night a week or so ago and went into hiding a little bit, but I'm doing fine now.

Yourself?

[metharchy]

Surprisingly well, despite the slow pace of my work. There were complications a couple times that were unexpected.

[She does not sound pleased about that. The library had been a bitch to get back in order.]

[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.]

[pimp_hat]

So joo be crew eh? Den maybe joo can tell me just how I got here, and what happened to some of my more impuhtant tools. Dey be seemin' to gone missin'.

[metharchy]

[Meth knew that voice.]

Yes, I'm crew Kevas. You're here because the Captain picked you up. What tools are you missing?

[pimp_hat]

[Oh he's just missing about everything he needs to kill people.]

T'ank joo ladymon but I be hopin' dat joo might be able to go more into da specifics. I be seemin' to have a lapse memuhry.

And as fuh tools, I be missin' some knives and such. Use dem fuh skinnin' and da like.

[metharchy]

I don't have any specifics to give you, and your knives are in the care of Captain Redd until we arrive at the Golden Shore. Sorry.

[Except that of course, she's not sorry. They get along well enough without having weapons that they're used to and comfortable with.]