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[The comm clicks on to a slow exaggerated exhale.]

What in the fuck.

[It's not really a question. In the background the click of a lighter is heard. Tyler's just stepped out of his room and is looking at the cluttered hallway of Deck 12.]

Looks like the luggage compartment exploded. Heh.

[Hello vague amusement. How are you today?]

Someone want to tell me where this boat is headed?

[Click. He'll just go stomp his way through the luggage while he waits for a reply.]

Your Name: Xhan
Age: 22
Username:

xhannay
Email: xhan23@hotmail.com
IM: AIM @ xhan23

Character Name: The Narrator (Jack) / Tyler Durden

( sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken )

[The comm clicks on with a thump and a clatter, the video feed showing a lovely image of the roof. In the background, one might here the sound of footsteps, followed by the THUNK sound of someone hitting something with a large blunt object. Whatever it is that's being hit is orange in color and flies by the comm, splattering the lens with juice and rind.]

Ahahaha... nice.

[There's another pause, another THUNK and this time, a lovely splatter. Pudding flies through the air.]

A little messy... Jello time.

[Another pause, another shuffle. THUNK. The video feed cuts out with a splatter of green jello.]

(ooc: Tyler is on top deck with an assortment of sporting equipment and a large box filled with random food stuff that he's swiped from the buffet. Feel free to go say hi, join in or be splattered. He's aiming at the elevator doors, so who knows what will greet you when you arrive.)

[The video feed kicks in with the image of Jack's face (or is it Tyler?). He grins at the comm, clearly up to something and with a few steps back spreads his arms in triumph. He is soaked from head to toe and the rain is pouring down.]

Ladies and Gentlemen, Robots and Vamps~ I give you... The Slide of Doom!

[That said, he shifts out of the way and gives his fellow passengers a very clear image of a large blue tarp and at least twelve bottles of dish washing detergent. At the end of the mysterious runway, is the pool.

Without further word he tears off his shirt and, with a running leap dives head first onto the tarp. Momentum combined with the water and soap results in JackTyler sliiiiiding along and landing with a splash in the pool at the end.

As the feed cuts out, one might hear a triumphant cheer.]

(ooc: slip and slide kiddies! grab your rubber duckies and get on up to deck 3 for what may result in a few broken bones but hopefully some degree of fun! YAAAAAAAAAAY 8D

MORE OOC: I'll be working for the next 4 days and between that and time zone fail, will be slow with tags. So ah, feel free to start your own threads or continue with what's there and tag amongst yourselves! I'll pop in when I can, but this way you'll be getting somewhere without half a days wait for a single tag. <3)

[The comm clicks on and Tyler's voice is heard. He sounds a little bored, as evident by the lazy drawl.]

So you're gonna feed the girl to the dog. Nice work. Go passengers go. What's happening with Mr Pooch after he eats her? Lock him up in carnival as well?

[There's a russle in the background, followed by a loud crunch. Someone's got himself some chips and he's going to eat them loudly in your ear.]

Kage. Meth. Where the hell are you kids hiding? And Herz, I wanna talk to you once the mess is over, yeah?

[CRUNCH CRUNCH. The comm clicks off.]

[Jack's been hanging out in Crustacean Cove, keeping to himself and quietly enjoying the break. It's good to be able to walk around without having to worry about dying or being threatened or attacked by a fellow passenger. Holidays have never been his thing, but this? This is a nice change. He's a little leery about getting back on the boat, but staying on an island with strange locals and lobsters everywhere isn't where he wants to be either.

But hey, today he's going to treat himself to a day of relaxation. And ice cream.

Ice cream in hand, Jack walks on over to take a seat where he can look out at the beach and watch the people as they move around. Not three licks into his ice cream and Jack is... noticing something different. This isn't quite what he expected... How strange...

He manages to pause in his luscious devouring of the ice cream long enough to click his comm on and speak.]

Hey, anyone tried the ice cream? It's... really good. I feel great. You all should try it.

[That said, he returns to the magical item of food. He just can't get enough of that ice cream. It's really the BEST. ICE CREAM. EVER. Hell it's... kind of exciting.]

(ooc; warning kids. this one's prob gonna go downhill fast. o7;;;;)

Well would you look at all these new recruits! The Captain's been busy.

[The comm comes to life with a gentle click. Tyler's voice is strangely calm.]

Question of the day...

If you could fight anyone on this boat, excluding of course our amazing Captain, who would you fight?

It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense. Say the first name that comes to mind.

[He's curious to see who responds and who doesn't.]

And, since I'm feeling generous, if you don't want to say it out loud, I'm at the buffet. It'll be our little secret.

[ooc: SORRY GUYS. Work/life/cyclone/4th Wall Day/fail time zone kind of ate me. I'm happy to keep threading if you are! <3]

[The comm clicks on. Jack sounds tired when he speaks.]

I had the weirdest dream last night. No matter what I do I can't stop thinking about it.

[Pause to yawn. The poor guys sounds like he's been up all night. Which come to think of it, he kind of has.]

I've heard a lot of mumbo jumbo stuff over the years about dreams having meanings... but Unicorns. What am I supposed to make of that?

[ Jack had awoken to candy hearts and a monkey plushie, as well as a box of truffles. The truffles have been set aside in favor of devouring the hearts and playing with the monkey. He's listened to the commotion on the comms for a bit and has decided to go for a walk.

But he couldn't possibly leave that cute little monkey behind, could he? Jack stuffs the monkey half into the pocket of his pants and heads out the door. The monkey's head and arms are sticking out for the boat to see.]

(ooc: Brain defenses will be going down at some point in the day. Give him a truffle and you'll be witness to a rampant in-brain conversation with two different fonts for the two different speakers. So yes, Jack for the moment but perhaps Tyler will come out to play later. :D)

[Tyler is still a little bitter about the whole Kage-death thing. For a day or so, he's allowed Jack to sleep like a normal person and quietly wander the ship amidst the chaos. Neither of them have had anything to say, not yet anyway. The babble on the comms is heard but mostly ignored. It's all the same anyway. Any questions voiced by Jack are hushed by his other self before they even reach his lips.

Right now however, Tyler is awake and plotting his next move.

And what better way to think than by smacking golf balls off the deck into the ocean. The cigarette between his lips is burning down to nothing and there's a six-pack of beer on the ground beside him. The man is focused and completely lost in his thoughts.]

[The comm cracks on and Tyler's voice is heard. And doesn't he sound amused.]

Rubber ship~ Rubber ship!~ Ruuuubber shiiip~

[In the background one might hear tapping. Tyler is touching every inanimate thing in his reach and turning it to rubber.]

Rubber ship! This punishment is kinda fun you kno--

[Pause.]

Jack? The hell are you doing man?

[He's also hallucinating seeing his actual self. Prepare for personality flipping! 8D]

[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 your tails down here before--

[The crackle of flames is heard in the background, accompanied by the laughter of an extremely amused Tyler.]

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

[He's enjoying this far too much.]

[The comm clicks on and Jack's slightly annoyed and rather confused voice is heard. He sounds like he hasn't slept in days.]

What the hell happened last night? I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

I know I didn't have these bruises when I went to sleep. Was there an accident or something?

[There is a groan as he moves. Jack has discovered yet another dark bruise.]

Does anyone know anything? Answers would be appreciated.

[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 pillow, Tyler had awoken and, curious of his new surroundings as well as the body's inability to walk straight, set out to explore. His own floor was deemed boring and the elevator caught his attention.

Stepping inside, Tyler punched a random floor number and let the lift take him where it would.]