![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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.]
no subject
Okay. If you give me a list, I can try to help. No promises. I'm not great at -- religious things. [The nicest way he can say that!] You can also talk to some of the others here. They're better with it. Actual gods too, that kind of thing.
no subject
[ Mostly because every shinki reacts to his true nature and turns into a weapon of some kind. ]
no subject
no subject
[ He shakes his head a little bit, as he considers that. ] It's alright, for the moment. [ He's disarmed people with a stick, he's been in worse situations. ]
no subject
[Just. Fuck it. He's not prepared to deal with this emotionally and mentally right now.]
[A double face palm.]
[HE NEEDS HIS SOUL.]
[DAMN IT. Is it REALLY not Demon-chewed?! Is it just that the demon that was inside him, the Demon King of 6th Heaven, is not here with him? Is that who's running Japan now?!]
[But then why was it so inseparable in his head? Which things were him or demon? Shouldn't there be more clearly distinguishing features?]
[Deep breath.]
What does the human soul get out of it? Wait. Lost though? So they can't be in a body?
[Mind racing, too many thoughts at once!!!] If you find the ghosts, if they have enough shreds of themselves left... can you free them from their state of nothingness? Or is it more like you could return someone who's been possessed, their original soul back to their proper body?
[This is all probably way above the pageboy god's paygrade, but Nobunaga is SURE AS HELL GOING TO ASK!!!]
no subject
That's right. It's the soul of someone who's died, usually in an unexpected way.[ A tragic, unexpected way. ]
Souls like that are vulnerable. They died before their time, or unexpectedly which means the dark one wasn't there to escort them to the afterlife. They remain there to be preyed upon by the ayakashi. A spirit like that can be taken in by a god. If they aren't they may be devoured by the ayakashi,or they may let go of what binds them to the living world and move on. Some are reincarnated and others just cease to be. What they get out of the deal is a purpose and protection.
[ Yato considers his thoughts again, just for a brief moment. ] They sacrifice their lives in return and are tasked with serving the god who took them in. There's nuance, it's not as permanant as it sounds.
[ Possession? By what? ] If you mean the ayakashi, ending their posession is part of my job, yes. The human would be unharmed from severing that tie.
no subject
Do I need to sign over my soul for this or would it not even work?