Description: After Momo and Tiffany's fight in the halls of the Suiryuu, the Pacific cheerleader returned to her room with the Taiyo tennis player in tow! How will Momo escape this one? The same way she escapes all consequences, by looking cute until people feel sorry for her!
This must be one of those 'Don't ask, don't tell,' kind of situations, because otherwise there'd be a lot of questions to ask about why a cheerleader has an unconscious young girl in a pink tennis-uniform tied to a chair in her room. There's probably been stranger room-mate situations to deal with since this whole tournament started.
At any rate, Tiffany sits at a desk, getting ready for bed (wearing, of all things, blue and red pin-striped pyjamas, inspecting her face in the mirror, frowning and fussing over what she'll have to do to hide the net-lines separating her features into neatly gridded sectors.
It doesn't take very long for Momo to come to. After all, she's gor the tenacity of a little kid! But there's not much she can do when she discovers herself tied to a chair. Wimpy little girl muscles flex as she tries to test how tightly she's bound-- not constricting blood flow, but enough that her chances of escape are slim. And there's a stinging sensation in her head from that nasty impact against the ceiling, owwie...
"Hey," the tennis player says after a few more moments of testing her bindings. "Lemme go! This is mean, you shouldn't tie people up like this."
Tiffany's back stiffens slightly, and she sets down piece of make-up paraphenelia she was mimimg drawing across her face in some half-formed plan to try and hide a bit of the red racket marks, "Oh my," she asks, placing a hand against her cheek to express shock, andf gingerly pulling it away, (darn, it still stings,) "Oh, really? Am I being mean?" She eyes you in the mirror, and sets a hand on her hip, scowling, "Meaner than trying to bean someone to death with iron-lined tennisballs, do you think? Meaner than calling someone a big boobed dummy for trying to defend herself? Meaner than trying to remove her head from her shoulders with a stainless steel tennis racket?"
"They're not lined with iron," Momo says obstinantly. "I'm just really good at hitting them." She doesn't respond to the other comments, though, what with them being true and all. "Momo was just doing what she had to do," is her response, showing no respect for point of view in her choice of pronouns. "I didn't get into the tournament, so I had to find someone who was and beat them up! Then I could be a fighter, too."
It's almost cute the way her mind works, thinking that if she's better than one of the registered fighters then she'd get in regardless of the rules. Of course, it's really not so cute when one considers the racquet marks on Tiffany's face, but whatever! Long term thinking is not Momo's area of expertise.
Tiffany turns slowly, and puts both of her hands on her hips this time, leaning forward and pretty much forcing Momo to consider the racquet marks tatoo'd across her visage. It's almost like a very exotic tatoo, "Well, Miss Momo. Let me ask ya a couple questions, kay? What were ya plannin' on doin' ta me if you'd won? Toss me in th' drink? 'Cause I'd be in th' way?" She crosses her legs, and leans back, "And what if I was someone a whole lot meaner than I am now, and they won? What do ya think would happen to you?"
"Well," Momo says, glancing upwards thoughtfully-- Tiffany's attempt at intimidation appears to have failed, the tennis player is too wrapped up in her own world to be bothered by such things. "I couldn't throw you in the ocean. After all, then you wouldn't be here! I guess I would've taken you up to the deck and yelled, 'Look who I beat, now you've got to let me join!'" She nods once, confirming the idea in her own mind. Yes, that would've been exactly what she'd do.
As for if she'd attacked someone meaner... the tennis player attempts to shrug, but her bound arms make things difficult. "You're not meaner than you are, though, so it doesn't matter," she says simply. "Unless you're secretly evil. You're not evil, are you? Ooh, I'll tell on you if you are!" She gives Tiffany her own intimidating glare; even if she didn't lose all effect from being bound up as she is, it's really not that impressive in the first place.
Tiffany hmmphs. It's more a sulky kind of thing than a maniacal, or even just nasty, but she still picks up a tennis ball, tossing it in the air thoughtfully, and looking at Momo's face as if trying to gauge how well a cheerleader can throw it too, "I dunno, Momo. We're, like, on a ninja boat. At least one of th' register'd guests is a crazy knife murderer, and the ninjas haven't tossed him overboard." she grins toothily, showing bright and gleaming dentation, "I could rilly be a bad bad person, and if I was ninja-careful enough about what I did with yer corpse, I bet no-one'd ever care." She reels back her arm and makes as if to pitch the ball full force at the tennis-girl's face... but it's a fake out! The ball stays in her tight fist.
Can a girl with a Valley accent fake being a bad, bad person?
Momo's eyes widen as Tiffany talks about the other guests. "N-no way! A crazy knife murderer? For serious?" Perhaps she should have done a little more research as to who, exactly, was on the boat, instead of just keeping track as she saw them. And then the revelation that Tiffany could very well be a bad person. "Hey! You shouldn't joke about stuff like that!" she says... or begins to, anyway."
Suddenly, BALL IN HER FACE! The words are cut off as Tiffany's fist lashes forward, and the tennis player yelps in surprise, turning her face away as if it'll somehoe hurt less to have that big-breasted boxer hit her cheek than her nose. It's a good thing Tiffany's only kidding, though, or Momo would be a in a lot of trouble! "D-don't be so mean," she stutters as the fake-out is revealed.
Tiffany tosses the ball up in the air again and then, tosses it aside, onto her bed, lightly. She smiles a bit, "I'm just trying to help you, Momo. The world's a dangerous place. Yer a fighter, so yer better off than most people, but there are other fighters out there, and sometimes you can't tell which ones are the bad ones until it's too late. Fer shure." She adds softly, looking off to the side, as if thinking of something else, somewhere else, "And if you aren't careful, you can get yerself in over yer head, even if ya do know who's bad.
She nods as well, "Yeah, I saw him pull a knife on a girl in the hold. Bet if she wasn't with th' other ninja here, he'd've gutted her good.
A girl with the other ninja here, huh? Could that be Sakura? Might be. Momo will need to look into what Kurow's favorite mindslave has been up to recently, wearing the Suiryuu's colors and all.
"I'm not really a fighter," Momo says, looking down. She doesn't turn on the tears, but her voice does take on a melancholy tone. "I'm just really good at tennis." Aww, poor little girl. Clearly deserving of pity and being untied! "I'll be more careful, I promise," she finally adds.
Tiffany somehow manages to make a snorting sound and make it sound rather girlish. Quite a feat, "I doubt the ninja want you to teach to be netters. If you were invited, I betcha it's 'cause they at least think you could be called a fighter." she frowns a bit, "I'm startin' ta think there's somethin' weird goin' on about it, though. It doesn't sound so ninja-ey to hold a big fighting tournament without some sneaky ninja reason."
This probably falls under a serious... 'Well, Duh!' moment here.
And then, Momo puts on the 'Little Lost Girl' look, and Tiffany wilts a little bit. Now she's going to have to decide whether she's the nice, trusting adult, the mean, cruel girl, or the stupid, foolishly trusting ditz, "Are you gonna try and brain me again if I do?"
omething weird, huh? Maybe it has something to do with the odd feeling momo Mets just from being on board, or the strange echings out on the hull. This entire tournament reeks of mystery and intrigue, and anything could happen.
"Well," te tenns player says thoughtfully. "If you're still up now, I don't think you're gonna fall down no matter how much you get hit." Unmentioned is how she can always try and KO someone else on the ship for their spot.
Tiffany scowls again, "Of Course I'm still up!" she exclaims, pointing at her face with extreme emphasis, "I've gotta figure out how to deal with this for tomorrow morning! I can't just walk around the decks like a human tic-tac-toe!" In her horror at the idea of being seen like this, she completely fails to note that you're surprised you didn't pulverize her lights out.
She gets herself back under control again, though now she's back in sulky mode. She gets up, sticking her lower lip out in an angry, cutely almost pugnacious pout, "Okay..." she moves to undo your bindings, "Just... promise me you won't do anything, like, that I'll regret. If I find out yer a racketball murderer, I'll be seriously pissed, like nobodies' business.
"Momo promises!" the tennis player says anthusiastically as the bindings are removed. "Momo wouldn't kill a fly! Unless it was some sort of ninja fly that could get her into the tournament for killing, anyway." She considers the possibilityes of ninja insects for a moment before dismissing the thought as being too silly.
"Thanks! I won't forget this!" the girl says cheerfully as the ropes finally fall away. If it wasn't for the happy tone in which she says it, the words would almost sound like a threat. But they couldn't possibly be, right? Oh well, no time to consider that, as the girl is already hopping around Tiffany's room. The tennis ball on the bed is picked up and attached to Momo's harness, her racquet is retrieved... practically a blink later, she's already at the door!
Tiffany hesitates, about to go back to her mirror and make-up kit theoretical work. Instead, she heaves a deep sigh and flops onto her bunk... or into her hammock, with a bouncy, flouncy, almost theatrical manner. She waves her hand across the air above her, arm outstretched as idf describing a banner across the sky, "I can see it now, 'Tiffany Lords, infamous releaser of the Tennis-Girl-Slayer. Or Shojo Racket, mebbe." but she's mostly being sarcastic, having resigned herself to trusting you not to go too nuts or anything. She goes slack in her bed, as if finally deciding that it's... just... too much trouble to keep teasing her face for the night, "Just... ya know... be careful, kay? Rilly be careful, don't fake it."
"Can do!" Momo says from the door, turning to give Tiffany a big ol'' thumbs up. "And you be careful, too! If there really are crazies on board, you should be extra careful wandering around so late!" And with that, she's out the dor and away.
One she's out of earshot, the girl begins to skip, talking to herself all the while. "Dumb ol' American. 'Momo promises not to do anything', yeah right. She's so easy to fool, and I didn't even need to turn on the waterworks!" The tennis player has Plans, oh yes she does... but for now, a little more research is in order. Perhaps spying on the other entrants, or tracking down that knife murderer and seeing just how murdery he really is... there's lots of things weird about this tournament, which is why Momo is here in the first place, and she's got a lot of catching up to do if she wants to figure it all out.
Log created on 22:32:43 09/16/2007 by Momo, and last modified on 05:45:31 09/18/2007.