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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.]
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[ Wasn't she frowning just seconds ago? Where's this pep coming from so suddenly? ]
If this were me, I'd keep taking the steps forward as I'd need to. Remember that you need to do what's best for you, though. If you end up doing something that might, in the end, hurt you, maybe you should consider other options? And, you know, if there's really a lot of emotional build-up and such, maaaybe talking to a doctor might do you some good, too. Mine's been pretty nice to me when I had some stuff going on, too!!
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(UGH. that's something she hoped to never hear again and yet here she is. jinx is rolling her eyes so far behind her head that there might be a chance it'll get stuck back there.)
More like "City of Snob-gress". (nailed it. ha! fucking GOT 'EM) — And I got news for ya, Lullaby, there's not a lotta doctors around here. And I'm pretty sure I'm a lost case.
(there's a slight shift as she makes herself just a little more comfortable -- arms more folded and practically using the seraphine's shoulder as a pillow.)
You got any songs about healin' the mind?
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Okay, that one snuck up on Seraphine. She can't help but laugh, but what's wrong with that? If she can't laugh at the things she loves, then there's really no point! Besides, Jinx is right, they can get a little snobbish up in Piltover. ]
Well, then we'll just have to keep hoping and maybe find something creative for you to put your energy into! That's usually pretty therapeutic for me, anyway! [ It's one of the many reasons she loves singing so much.
Speaking of, at the mention of singing, she hops up from her seat to go out into the walkway of the theater. She could probably hop up on the actual stage for a song, but it seems she just has one of her own that she carries around with her. Currently, it's hanging from her back like a bag, but she quickly sets it down so that it starts to hover just a couple inches from the ground, and she steps onto it with a clearing of her throat. She vocalizes a few starting notes, attempting to think of a song on the spot...
And then starts to sing. ]
Self-hatred, I'm fighting,
Feels like a prison cell,
But this story I'm writing,
Helps me remind myself,
The rock bottom only got me higher,
Won't be a victim, I'm a survivor,
I refuse to believe the liar in my head,
The proof is stitched in my scars.
I'm strong enough, I'm strong enough.
I found myself through the dark,
Not giving up, not giving up.
I've come to understand,
That tragedy's a second chance,
My dying breath is where I was born,
Now I'm stronger than my storm,
Stronger, stronger
Stronger than my storm.
[ Besides the fact that it's a bit of a genre clash for such a sparkly pop idol to be singing a rock song, Jinx will notice that she almost feels... invigorated? Energetic, somehow, and if she has any minor scrapes or cuts or bruises on her, those will seem to heal over gradually over the duration of her singing. She might not be able to heal the mind, but she can at least make Jinx feel a little better... just in the moment. ]
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it'll hurt sure but it's like what venti said. friendship is a two-way street, so maybe she can continue to be more polite little by little. unfortunately and recently, she relapsed but she is stronger than whirlwinds. she can pull herself back up and pick up where she left off. jinx can start with apologizes (even if some she feels they owe her one too for their words) and if they don't forgive her, that's... fine. but doing it in the first place is a big deal. especially from her of all people. after that? she'll just... go from there?
but anyway, the song is lovely and when she opens her eyes to watch her, jinx smirks at seraphine enjoying herself. it's a pleasant to see after seeing so much gloom lately.)
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She picks herself up and gives an optimistic smile. ]
I hope that helps! I can't seem to make that mischievous voice happy, but I'll feel a little better knowing I could do so for someone else.
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(she had to say it. that comment was just boiling in her bones. but now with that out of the way, jinx relaxes back into her seat with her head tilting back and forth -- attempt to pull out any sores.)
So what's the plan for you now that you're here?
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[ Seraphine even plays with her bangs a bit, brushing her hair back and posturing herself up on the stage. It continues to float and pulse with an energy that... isn't quite hextech, even if there does seem to be bits and pieces here that use it. ]
I'm gonna be honest, I've never really been good at making plans. Not outside of engineering, anyway. I'm more of a... go with the flow sort of gal! Though, um, I would like to meet everyone? Maybe if I can get some sort of bearing on meeting the people here and learning about what's happening, I can help out somehow.
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(the magic word of the day, it seems. this sparks up her own energy as she hops up from the seat and heads on her way to her.)
Y'know, I am, too! But you probably already know that. All the weapons I carry are weapons I made solely on my own. I'd show 'em to you if they were here. Got 'em stored away for now for safe keeping.
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I have a tech guitar in my room as well. It's gotta couple bugs that I'm working out, but it's functional. I'm hoping that maybe I can add some more settings and stuff to it, if I can. Though I'm noooot so sure I'll be able to do that here.
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You think so?? Do you believe in fate, then?
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(and without her permission whatsoever, jinx sits her tooshy right on this floating stage of hers.)
So, you got a roomie at your place or livin' solo?
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[ The stage doesn't budge much, but seems to glow around the area that Jinx touches. Seraphine taps her chin in thought. ]
Um, I was alone when I woke up? I'm not so sure, though...
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