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[Drunkenly climbs out of the boat]

Haha, oops.

*tilts her head to the side*

Huh. You were expecting Bora Bora, maybe? Sorry, my grass skirt's at the cleaner's.

I hit the wrong button. *laughs*

Why are you white?

Oh, my god! You can't just ask someone why they're white!

But you're not black. C'mon, we gotta go.

... go? I still have three poses to go before I'm done. And I don't even know you're name.

*beat*

And you're drunk, and on a boat, and in a gym. That combination spells all kinds of trouble.

Just had a few drinks! Come on before it's too late. Scotch?

Scotch-Irish, actually. Is it that obvious? Must be the hair.

Too late for ... ?

I'm ripping off a british show. Get in the boat! *ducks back n for more drinks and to figure out how to work the controls*

*side-eye*

Not like I have anything better going on today ...

*snags her bag and climbs aboard*

So, how did you teleport a boat into a gym, anyway? That's a trick ...

*presses the wrong button and crashes into a wall*

...Giant jellyfish. They're coming for everyone.

*hits the console*

WORK!

... presumably, as punishment for all those centuries of sushi?

You know, you could probably use some help.

World domination.

*she takes a few swigs from the bottle and staggers*

Yeah, help. Do the thing.

The ... the thing? I was thinking along the lines of intense therapy, and that's not really my schtick. Whoa ... *extracts the bottle from Janie's hand* You really shouldn't drink and ... teleport.

*mumbles something about therapy, and points to the console, before reaching for the bottle again*

*notices that the console is made up of old analog telephones, a jack-in-the-box, a toaster, a pedestal mixer, a reel-to-reel tape recorded and a kerosene lamp*

... rummage sale?

Mom built it. *mumbles about her being cheap*

I can't find the button. It's programmed.

Oh, you mean this?

*presses the button between the mixer and the lamp*

*Janie has left the building. Actually, she's passed out drunk for a few minutes while the boat skids into a nightclub*

*...What? She's drunk, so yeah. Random.*

So ... after all this, we're going clubbing?

*exasperated sigh*

Totally not dressed for it.

*the club might be playing a Nickleback/Creed mix right now, and EVERYONE is dancing to it*

*oh and Janie is still out*

You know ... not the way I thought my day would turn out.

*considers the merits of waking Janie vs. pressing the button again ... and presses the button again*

*she's still out, and they're stuck at the night club. Also, no one seems to notice the BOAT that skidded in out of nowhere and destroyed a few tables*

Okay, hon. Nice job materializing in my gym and whisking me away to

Holy shit, does that guy have scales?

to who-knows where, but you need to wake up.

*splashes Janie's face with whatever's in a conveniently-placed glass*

*It's water, but it wakes her up* What? Hi, I'm.

Who are you?