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TEST DRIVE MEME #6
1. took a time-traveling ride
[you wake up.
it doesn't matter where you were before. going to bed? dying? opening the door to face a great evil? same result. you wake up in a soft bed with starched sheets in a cool, darkened room, sunlight peeking out from behind thick curtains. maybe you're alone; maybe you aren't. maybe you immediately notice the folded paper on the bedside table near your head. if you don't, you better fix that real quick: you won't be able to even open the door before you read it.
the note itself is written in a neat hand on white card stock; there is a stylized logo of a ship with the words SERENA ETERNA printed underneath. the note reads as follows:
Dear Passenger(s),
As your cruise director, it is my great honor to welcome you aboard the Serena Eterna, your destination for fun and adventure! We know you could have chosen any cruise line for your vacation, and we're very grateful you chose ours! On behalf of the Captain, I would like to assure each and every passenger that will we do whatever it takes to fulfill all your needs and desires during your journey with us.
At your earliest possible convenience, please attend the mandatory lifeboat drill by the end of the day. I'm sure everyone is very eager to get started on all the fun and sun, but safety always comes first! You can find your life jacket in your cabin's closet; carry it to your assigned muster station on deck one, where I will take you through the drill. If you can't find me in the crowd, just look for the gal with the winning smile!
See You Real Soon!
Sincerely,
Gal Friday
you walk to deck one. you have no other choice: every time you try to step in a direction some unseen being considers "not towards deck one," you find your legs no longer move, staying stock still, frozen. whether compelled quickly by curiosity, or delayed by pure stubbornness, the result is the same, and you are left milling around with other similarly curious or stubborn people.
you see someone in uniform near the front of the crowd. she seems to be a gal, but is missing the winning smile, along with most of her other features. she seems to see you, though, rushing to your side and placing a lei around your neck with great formality. a voice, cheery but artificial, sees to come from nowhere and everywhere.]
Welcome aboard! I'm so happy you could join us!
[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.
after the drill is completed, you are seemingly free to go. or, well, your legs work, now. and maybe that's as good as it's gonna get.]
2. so many dragons lurking out in the fog
[the cabins closest to the laundry room door will notice first. the steady hums and thuds of the machines, muffled by walls, are growing louder and louder, until it almost sounds like someone is bashing them against the wall. soapy water leaks from under the closed door, drips from the sides.
until someone is dumb enough to open it.
it’s a flash flood of detergent, a wave of foam and hot water feet high spilling forth and bringing down and along anything caught in its path. you’d think it would be a quick burst, that once whatever had built up in the room was released, the torrent would subside. but, it doesn’t. and a river of half-washed socks overtakes the hallways.]
3. I need protection from the things in my head
[The Infinite Tommy Bahama, everyone’s favorite destination for laid-back island sophistication, is a bit of an odd duck on the Promenade. and not just because it’s seemingly shoved between two extant locales, or because it’s a clothing store among bars and restaurants. for some reason, the unseen spirits that attend the other bars and shops, doing the routine duties necessary to keep such places running, seem to avoid this one, and it shows. clothes that are taken off the racks are not put back on again, leaving increasingly large piles of floral print and polyester blends in every aisle.
and that is where he is born.
there’s just so many piles. and they all look pretty much the same, each as tacky as the one next to it. it would be hard to notice that one has moved while your back was turned to it. difficult to realize that a singular pile has started stalking you through the stacks and racks. until it’s too late to turn back, until you’ve lost sight of the entrance, and the piles of discarded slacks and blazers seem to conglomerate into one massive beast, which rises from the polished wood floors and throws its weight upon its hapless victim.
the bahamanal strikes.]
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Bash's face is very expressive, and the way he grimaces as he tries to figure out how to explain his everything is...fluent.
"I don't know what I am, now."
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"I'll drink to that. Shitty solidarity of not knowing who or what we are." Though he sounds almost cheerful, or well, as cheerful as his raspy voice can get. He raises his coffee in a mock salute.
"I'm Deputy Pratt."
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It's an even smaller community than Duplicity, he can already tell that.
"What does everyone here do all day?"
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"Oh there's a library, and a smoking bar, uh... there's some shops but they're pretty lame."
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"Lame or not, a place to get some new clothes might be nice. I only got the threads I arrived with."
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The goth needs to maintain his reputation, after all!
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"Maybe some polo shirts. Situation is kinda dire clothes wise if you don't wanna look like a golf course retiree."
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He's...not sure himself, how serious that offer is.
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"I've met the guy in charge and pretty sure that won't work on him. He's kinda a boring prick."
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He speaks from some experience.
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Definitely not with blow jobs. Not that Pratt tried.
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Bash huffs quietly, idly pulling a card from the top of his deck and looking at it.
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Bash tucks the card away in the middle of the deck.
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"Probably us. The Captain has a plan, a purpose for all of us - but because we don't know what it is we're just drifting along. In this limbo of waiting for things to happen." He frowns because that sounds far too much like home for his liking.
"Guess we have to make our own fun."
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"Right now? Jack and shit. Got a buddy who's going through some shit. Actually two of 'em. It's been a bad month for a lotta people. So just you know," He shrugs and looks down into his coffee, "damage control. Spend half my time in the arcade or eating and then dealing with stuff."
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"What kind of a bad month, and is there anything someone fresh off the boat can do to help?" Fresh on the boat, truly, but that's not the point.
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He wonders briefly if they'd ever be able to tell which one was Malcolm.
"A lot of people are still kinda recovering from this zombie attack that happened. I wasn't there for that, got stuck on this side of the portal, but apparently it was no bueno. And the zombies looked like people they knew. Just shit to mess with our heads, it's not really them."
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"Zombies, huh. I seen zombies before, some."
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"I think there were more the decaying movie kind or that's how people I've talked to described them."
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Of course, he knows the trick of raising corpses, too. So he's not sure how much he can judge his cousin Sirena for using them. The first time he visited her bar, he kissed one of her zombies to prove the point he wasn't scared of death or of her.
Which was gross.
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