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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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What is that?
[honestly asked, innocently meant. she can tell something was set near her, the source of the smell, but grabbing for it would be the height of rudeness, particularly if it was the stranger's. instead, she offers a polite smile, hoping there will be an explanation while her fingertips rest over the word corridor. oh, would the hero make it in time to save Irene...]
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It's sweet and buttery, and there's a subtle hint of nuttiness! These have a mixture of white chocolate, so the taste is divine as it melts in your mouth. Would you like to try?
( she's already undoing the paper towel wrapped around them, one side and then another until the warm sweetness filters in the air. it tickles underneath their noses, revealing the fact that they're freshly made. )
A small snack while reading makes the experience even more enjoyable, hehe.
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[invited now, she's full of delight, eager to try the treat. but even so, she recalls her manners, and only takes one. small, ladylike bites can't disguise the taste, though, and across her face her surprise and happiness bloom. it's crunchy in the best way, mild and not bitter in the slightest. in short, it is a perfect treat, and it takes all her willpower to not devour it quickly.]
It's marvelous.
[in the way fresh baked things always are.]
Thank you, miss, I can't say it enough.
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( an ez bake oven only allows so much, but the praise makes her smile gently. her hands press against the surface of the table once her arms cross. it fills her with absolute joy to watch the young girl eat to her heart's content, even if they're just through ladylike bites. such patience rather than ferociously devouring them down is key, and awards her with pollux's willingness to stay as it shows no disrespect and highlights her manners. )
As they are now, I do hope the rest of them will suffice for just a little while. The shortages on this vessel are a bit... unfortunate, but a helpful wind passes through every so often.
( which happens to be the cookies. )
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[she chuckles, and realizes she's forgotten something important.]
I'm Helena. It's very nice to meet you.