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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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"Because the ship isn't repairing itself anymore, for some reason." Jack says. "And apparently that was all that there was between other passengers and just - blowing shit up for no reason. My room exploded last week. People keep writing in blood on the walls."
Jack shrugs, and lowers his hand.
"It's not usually like this, I think." he says, less like an apology and more like... He's not sure. Just a fact? He doesn't know. He's tired and he wants to step into what's left of his shower. He shrugs.
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The questions she actually has are things she can't really ask outright. Things like: what's she expected to prove here? And: which robot is she actually talking to right now?
Instead of any of those, she asks levelly: "Okay. How can I help?"
Because that's likely what the jury are looking for. As if she hasn't demonstrated enough, over and a-fucking-over again, that she'll help. Because apparently Alex can put his whole sister in her head, and expect her to be fine with it, and fine with him, and still not give her an inch of fucking trust.
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For now, Jack regards her for a moment and says: "You move about a foot to your right." motioning to an empty spot between Morgan and the wall.
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"Oh, I see," she says, some annoyance starting to show under the monotone. "Is this not a convenient time for you?"
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But it's a long month and he's tired so he says, "Not really, no. Are you going to move out of my way or not?"
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But there is, and Morgan doesn't know exactly what criteria they're judging on this go-around (and that uncertainty doesn't sit well with her at all). So rather than going off on this man, she settles for giving him a stare that suggests he is greviously wasting her time. She also plants her feet all the more firmly in front of him, with no care whatsoever to the fact that he is head and shoulders taller than her and built like a dorito.
(If they wanted her to be all the way nice, then fuck them, they should have nonconsensually implanted her with someone more patient.)
"This is getting boring. Who am I actually talking to? Elazar?"
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"Who the hell is Elazar?" he says, then he remembers he's talking to a new person and closes his eyes. Right, okay. Informative.
"This isn't your world, so there's a good chance there's no one else here from wherever you are." Jack explains. There, duty done.
And, fuck it, fine, if she's not going to move and if she's going to take an attitude about it, then Jack's going to just try to squeeze past here there.