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TEST DRIVE MEME #7
1. before she hung up, she said she was a skeleton
[there is no note in your cabin. no forces stall your legs if you decide to walk anywhere but the atrium. in fact, for the first time in hundreds of years, newly arrived passengers on the Serena Eterna are waking up with absolutely no guidance. nothing but your fellow passengers in the halls - or maybe in your bed.
perhaps you end up in the atrium eventually anyway. it is where guest services is, and where Gal Friday… actually hasn’t been in a few days. until today. and she is visibly frazzled, her hair uncoiffed, her suit rumpled, something a bit like a bruise blossoming down from her hairline and over her smooth features. more papers than ever cover her desk, and when she turns to face you, her voice is as cheerful as ever, but audibly strained.]
Welcome aboard the Serene Eterna! [a pause] You know how to work a life vest, right? Everyone knows that! You don’t need me to teach you that!
[a light bulb burns out behind her head.]
… I’ll get right on that!
[freedom includes the freedom to not know what the fuck is happening. maybe you should reflect on that.]
2. grandma went and can't stop screaming
[it’s something about the lighting fixtures, this month. has the Bellona always had a massive chandelier? maybe. who knows. don’t ask questions. either way, in the stillness of the night, or day, or late afternoon, there is a noise like a cord being cut, and the chandelier plunges into the audience below.
it hits nothing, of course. no one is ever in the theater. and that, perhaps, is what the trouble is.
so, the chandelier starts to… travel, one could say. it starts to hang in various rooms: the dining halls, the bars, the clubs… sometimes, if you’re out on the pool deck and suddenly realized you’re under a shadow, you can glance up and see it suspended 20 feet above your head, securely fastened to nothing in particular and yet remaining perfectly in place.
until it isn’t. until it falls, crystal shattering on whatever surface it lands on: floor, table, person… and, wherever the chandelier goes, a lilting childish voice follows it, singing without any obvious source.]
Ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket full of posies… ashes, ashes, we all…
3. jeff bezos murdered the infinite tommy bahama
[the lights of the Infinite Tommy Bahama go out three days into October.
barely an hour after its closure, the lights go on again, and a new banner is unfurled.
physically, it is the same store. you can even see the old signs hidden behind the new ones. however, long gone are the tropical prints and khaki dress shorts. now, one can purchase any number of officially licensed or legally distinct Halloween costumes, decorations, and various other haunted accoutrements, leading back as far as the eye can see, and then farther still. is that a Gal Friday mask? spooky! well, at least you’ll be good and ready for the Halloween party at the end of the month, which is absolutely just a normal party and in no way whatsoever anything even remotely resembling a trick. there are only treats at The Infinite Spirit Halloween!
note: bahamanuel is still here! somewhere! it kinda looks like dan bongino.]
bad dreams make me get up and walk!
( it's always like this when a person wakes up on this vessel, and they show worry for the person that's on their mind. pollux was the same too, before when she first arrived without her brother by her side. luckily for her, someone was able to reunite them, and so perhaps she can do the same for this individual.
his way of dress worries her as if he's been through too much, and she wonders if she should take him back to her room while trying to find the person he's looking for. at least he can take a bath, and she can offer him some clothes that might suit him better— the tommy bahama has changed for the season, so perhaps that would be more fitting.
pollux places a hand to her chest, settled over her heart. )
I'm afraid I haven't, but that doesn't mean I won't assist you in searching for them. Perhaps you two had woken up apart.
( or so she hopes. )
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But the offer of help doesn't go unnoticed. But what does she want for it? What should he be expecting?]
Very likely. I-
It is very important I find him.
[Sure he's dead, but Martin can't be, Martin shouldn't be, but he promised-]
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she pauses, hearing the concern in his voice which helps with her decision. )
Of course, what always is when it comes to those a person would worry themselves sick over.
( she's unsure if it's the same as her, but it's the way her words thread together that makes her believe that the key word of importance is heavy here. )
We can check every deck, from top to bottom... each and every room as well. You must keep hope that Martin is safe, even if we do not find him.
( some would call being here a type of underworld, but even her uncle would never reside over a place like this. )
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Deck? This is a ship?
Good lord. [Okay. Okay, not what he thought. Must be a Fairchild special, then. Because it can't be Lukas, it absolutely cannot be. That particular ship has no captain now.]
I'm afraid I don't have much choice but to hope for him. [He wants Martin here, he wants to keep his promise, but at the same time.. If he's not, then he went back to the world repaired. And Jon should be happy with that.]
All right. I'll follow you for now.
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( there's things about it that puts them in a situation that they can't fix, and part of her has to hope that martin hadn't been subjected to it, and is a little saddened that the gentleman here has. )
When I arrived, I checked the Stellar...
( the dining room first, and then she migrated to the library. )
When we pass by, you can grab a bite to eat. For now, the infirmary first.
( it's with that idea that she begins walking, stopping immediately if she doesn't hear his steps. )
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For now, he nods following after Pollux, taking in the surroundings carefully.]
You said this ship is special. What in particular makes it so?
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( she comments as she brings him along to their first room of business, the infirmary that's filled with everything that they need (sans martin). a bed, some first-aid kits, and so on that would probably do good for her companion. a bath, food and a nice patch-up. is it rude to tell someone they look like shit and should use these items while they're here? ...hm.
well, pollux would say it in the nicest way possible as always. )
We can start with the basics: so there's this captain.
( i couldn't resist. )
He's the sole owner of this vessel, but for every passenger that occupies it, he uses their pain and fear to fuel it. I've been told he wishes to become a God.
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The infirmary is about as one would expect. He really does look like shit, doesn't he? Yes, he should probably get cleaned up as best he can given the lack of alternative wardrobe.
Oh, but that - That comment has him stop dead in his tracks.]
...I see.
[He doesn't know if Pollux means Peter Lukas, but there's no way it could be. He'd never really sought that power when he was alive and. Well. He certainly isn't alive anymore. But Jon forces his tone to even, come out as calm as he can (it isn't much. He's always been a bit too emotional no matter how he views himself).]
How often is this ship stuck in fog banks?
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with a smile, she attempts to keep a positive attitude even if the other seems a hit off— she can hear it in his voice, obvious enough, but she's always been empathetic towards people, humans mostly. )
...I am sorry, I wouldn't know. It's only until the captain decides to let us off in another pocket dimension to visit another island, or sail us through clear days that we can see more than fog.
( she would need to be here longer to figure that out, but for now, she doesn't let that faze her. )
Really, we're trapped in the oddest circumstances, and so trying to make sense of this place will only frustrate you.
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Okay. Fine. Fine. He can ... handle this. He rolls up his sleeves and finds a sink to start washing his hands, forearms, face. Whatever skin is open to the elements to get all the viscera off. But think, Jon, who else is the Lonely? Who else would have a ship like this?]
I'm afraid I don't know any other way to be, really. Trying to make sense of things, I mean.
But do you mind explaining what you mean by that? The... Pocket dimensions and islands?
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( please understand she'd rather not put him in that position, and is rather pleased with him washing his hand instead. personal hygiene normally raises a person's spirit when they take care of it, and so she assists by walking over to grab a few cloths so he can dry his hands. )
From my understanding... and from what I've witnessed, he uses his abilities to take the passengers places to put them through games.
( she sounds unsure about the term "games", but that's probably how it's seen to the captain. )
Pocket dimensions, alternate realities, world's that exist outside of the norm... that's where he happens to trap us. No one comes here willingly.