sailmods: (Default)
sailmods ([personal profile] sailmods) wrote in [community profile] sail_ooc2022-11-11 03:44 am
Entry tags:

TEST DRIVE MEME #8



1. but times have changed for sailors these days

[you wake up.

it doesn't matter where you were before. going to bed? dying? opening the door to face a great evil? same result. you wake up in a soft bed with starched sheets in a cool, darkened room, sunlight peeking out from behind thick curtains. maybe you're alone; maybe you aren't. maybe you immediately notice the folded paper on the bedside table near your head. if you don't, you better fix that real quick: you won't be able to even open the door before you read it.

the note itself is written in a neat hand on white card stock; there is a stylized logo of a ship with the words SERENA ETERNA printed underneath. the note reads as follows:

Dear Passenger(s),

As your cruise director, it is my great honor to welcome you aboard the Serena Eterna, your destination for fun and adventure! We know you could have chosen any cruise line for your vacation, and we're very grateful you chose ours! On behalf of the Captain, I would like to assure each and every passenger that will we do whatever it takes to fulfill all your needs and desires during your journey with us.

At your earliest possible convenience, please attend the mandatory lifeboat drill by the end of the day. I'm sure everyone is very eager to get started on all the fun and sun, but safety always comes first! You can find your life jacket in your cabin's closet; carry it to your assigned muster station on deck one, where I will take you through the drill. If you can't find me in the crowd, just look for the gal with the winning smile!

See You Real Soon!

Sincerely,
Gal Friday


you walk to deck one. you have no other choice: every time you try to step in a direction some unseen being considers "not towards deck one," you find your legs no longer move, staying stock still, frozen. whether compelled quickly by curiosity, or delayed by pure stubbornness, the result is the same, and you are left milling around with other similarly curious or stubborn people.

you see someone in uniform near the front of the crowd. she seems to be a gal, but is missing the winning smile, along with most of her other features. she seems to see you, though, rushing to your side and placing a lei around your neck with great formality. a voice, cheery but artificial, sees to come from nowhere and everywhere.]


Welcome aboard! I'm so happy you could join us!

[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.

after the drill is completed, you are seemingly free to go. or, well, your legs work, now. and maybe that's as good as it's gonna get.]


2. tried to amend my carnivorous habit

[the space inside John's where the piano normally sits is mysteriously vacant today. as a matter of fact, the entire piano bar is silent, without so much as a muzak-inspired interpretation of Uptown Girl to hum along to.

the piano itself seems to have disappeared... for the most part. unlucky, unsuspecting passengers who enter the cabin hallway, step out onto the lower decks, or find themselves in one of the other narrow corridors of the ship, may find themselves suddenly facing down a silent, unmoving grand piano. it takes up too much space to squeeze by comfortably...

and then, the cover lifts, exposing what looks to be... teeth?

yeah. yeah, those are its teeth. and it's coming right for you.]


3. that American creation on which I feed

[it had been a difficult October for bahamanuel, the bahamanal. its territory had changed utterly, becoming alien and strange. new predators were encroaching on its hunting grounds. its position in the natural order is under threat. and so, nature finds a way.

the old timers know to be wary of large piles of clothes, but even they won’t think to look twice at the tiny lumps of garish kids’ swimsuits and sundresses - until they feel something latch onto their leg, and then several more things, and anywhere from ten to twenty balled up clothes piles try to take down their prey.

the young must learn how to hunt, after all.]
maximumcake: (pic#14146370)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"All of us? But that's... no." His brow furrows with deep confusion. "No one should be able to-- Who's in charge here? Is it another vampire?"
midnightroads: (press x to doubt)

[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-12-07 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a moment where Bash considers ruffling Max's hair, but he refrains for the moment. Get something low-octane into the guy, then see where he's at on touch. Yep, that's the plan. The magic of barista-ing happens, and shortly, Bash returns to Max's side with drink and a plate of the promised cookies. Biscuits? How does one categorize madeleines?

"Here you go, sweetheart. What's your name?"
not_the_last: (Default)

[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-07 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She's standing close enough for him to hear the tiny indrawn breath, see the way her face pales slightly and the corners of her mouth tighten.

"Not in the literal sense, no. Is that what this Lord Osborne is?"
maximumcake: (pic#14146363)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A girl after his own heart with the sweets. Max loves his confections as much as life itself. But he likes them fresh.

"I... yeah. I guess I was. Am. I just... I do have standards. If this is supposed to be a luxury cruise, then they should have more here to prove it than crab legs and some soggy shrimps. I could do better in my own kitchen."
maximumcake: (pic#14146334)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. That's not the reaction he was hoping for. Shit. Shit

"You know what? I should probably just, you know, get going. I'll look for him uh... somewhere else. Thank you. I... oh, I don't think I got your name?"
maximumcake: (pic#14146324)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Max might expire on the spot if Bash ruffled his hair right now, but he would die happy. He's been living in such terror the last few days and this is the first time he's felt even a little safe to relax.

"These look really good, thank you," he says of both the drink and the food. After sampling a bite and sip of each, he makes a happy little "mmmm" sound, his leg jiggling in excitement. Finally, something good tasting around here.

"I'm so sorry, I should have asked you yours already. I've been so rude. My name is Max Maximum. It's nice to meet you."
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-07 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"In fairness," Erin muses, "I suspect quality coconut shrimp would be detracting from the experience some. 'mere."

She nods at a table; she came here to eat, she's gonna fucking eat. Erin carries her plates to it and sets them down before pulling out a chair for the new guy and then sitting in her own.

"I'm Erin -"

(And this is Jackass.)

...I'm too happy that you're not insulting me to even be mad.

"An' welcome aboard. Mister...?"
midnightroads: (toast)

[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-12-07 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Naw, not so rude as all that. I'm Bash St. Expedit. Bash to friends--and you are going to be a friend, right?"

As Max digs in, Bash makes himself a proper cup of coffee. Shhhh, he's not vibrating on the astral plane hard enough that the local ghosts might notice.
not_the_last: (Default)

[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-07 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The fear in his voice as he tries to excuse himself --

"Wait," she says on impulse, "please. I didn't mean to alarm you."
maximumcake: (pic#14146344)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't been able to find him." Max sinks a little lower, head threatening to settled on the bar. "Someone told me we all get taken from our homes and brought here and that he might not be here. But if he's not here then I don't know what to do."

Then, realizing how pathetic that must sound, he adds, "I'm his butler."
maximumcake: (pic#14146357)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He lets out an audible sigh of relief when she directs her attention away. The knot that was slowly winding itself up in his belly doesn't unwind, but it stills.

"Are there...uh... is anyone here a--" No. He really shouldn't ask. That woman he asked about vampires to on the deck didn't like it much. "Is anyone getting close?"
maximumcake: (pic#14146375)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A friend. Friend? The word flutters around in his chest like a caged bird, joy and anxiety each on a wing.

"I... yes. I'd like that... Bash." Another flutter, so strong he worries the drink of tea he just took might force itself back up.

"You can call me Max. If you want."
redlightgreenlight: (Over shoulder 2)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
he certainly changed the direction of his thoughts quickly. Usually she's fine not being able to read minds, but this well-dressed gentleman certainly had something in there that was bothering him.

"Not that I'm aware of, but I haven't met everyone yet. You could go speak to the Captain, though he's a real piece of work and the one who created this reality, so...take that as you will."
maximumcake: (pic#14146323)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. It was me," he hurries to say. "Forget I brought it up. Please. I didn't mean to upset you."
not_the_last: (Default)

[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-07 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Forgotten," she lies, smoothly. "It's all right. I'm Cassandra. I don't think I got your name?"
maximumcake: (pic#14146356)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Captain? I...no. I couldn't do that." Not without his master. What if he says the wrong thing?

"Have you spoken with him? You're not part of the crew, are you?" She said she was new here, but could that be on assignment?
maximumcake: (pic#14146323)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Detracting?" He doesn't know how she figures that, but he follows, and obediently sits in the chair she pulls out for him.

He's noticed her different appearance, of course. He's pretty sure she isn't a vampire, but she's more than human which instantly puts her over him on the pecking order. That's enough to get him to follow along.

"Max Maximum," he actually stands back up so he can bow to her, trying to show her due reverence. "Pleasure to meet you."
redlightgreenlight: (cocky)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm not part of the crew. But we had words, and then I dropped a dead body outside his door."

Valdis keeps the most pleasant smile on her face, so conversational, her tone light without an ounce of threat or amusement. But she knows he's going to react poorly.
theweakhavepurpose: (Study the blade)

Buffet

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-12-07 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The best place on the entire ship is the buffet which is why Deputy Pratt is currently loading up a bowl of what can only be described as 'culinary genius' in which he scoops various shit from the salad bar on top of a bowl of mashed potatoes in an unholy parody of potato skins.

Which yes, he will then eat with a spoon.

"Uh.. yeah? Why not? Hella food, hella free." At least the guy in the green deputy uniform is enjoying himself.
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-07 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow that. Sure was a reaction. Once again Erin wishes she had eyes to blink at people with because God damn.

Old memories of supplicants to Satrap Malloy try to surface, and Erin crushes them down ruthlessly.

"I really hope that was just being polite for where you're from, Mister Maximum."

(...Oh our god he's Max Squared.)

HE IS!

"I've no station to speak of and want none. You can expect lowborn manners outta me. Now -" Erin spears a coconut shrimp on her fork and holds it up. "Indulge me; what makes a good hot dog?"

Is she assuming? Some, but since he was bitching about luxury cruises let's call it an educated guess.
maximumcake: (pic#14146390)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"You... what?"

His dark eyes suddenly look a lot darker as his pupils expand rapidly. He's up out of the chair before he realizes he's moving. His hand is reaching around behind, searching for the slim knife he keeps hidden in its holster.

"Why would you do that?"

redlightgreenlight: (mysterious)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Valdis rolls her eyes when he stands up, noticing the shift in his eyes and the tension in his body. "Oh sit down. We are in a Library and I'm not interesting in getting blood on the books."
maximumcake: (pic#14146358)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." He foolishly takes her at her word. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. My name is Max Maximum." He gives her a little bow as he says it.
maximumcake: (playing innocent)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is...?" he sounds really confused right now about why she sounds so unhappy about it. Has he fucked up something already? This is why he needs his master here to direct him. He's terrible at meeting people on his own.

Wait. Was he wrong? Is she a vampire but... her eyes. Did someone make her mortal by taking her eyes? Is that why she's insisting she has no rank? But, no, why would she be eating shrimp? Vampires still need blood, even after they have their eyes taken, don't they? He always thought so...

"Sorry. I won't do it again if it bothers you."

Now she's asking about hot dogs. He... doesn't get it. Where is she going with this? Slowly, he sinks back into the chair, a look of outsized concentration on his face.

"Honestly? The first step is getting the all-beef or all-pork ones, if you can't make your own. Not the cheep-o ones filled with salt and fillers. Then, grilling or smoking is the best. If you can't do that, frying pan is next best. Anything but boiling them." And don't even mention a microwave near him. "You have to toast the buns too. You can do that on the grill. I like to keep it simple with the condiments, though. Maybe just some stone ground mustard and ketchup. Relish is too much sweet." Did she want a culinary dissertation? He hopes so.

"I'm not much for adding onions or anything like that on it. If the meat is good, you don't need the rest."
maximumcake: (Some reservations)

Re: Buffet

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Max looks like someone just spat on his nice clean shoes when he gets a look at Pratt's bowl of horrors. He's not seriously going to eat that? What even is that?

"Just because it's free doesn't mean it's good. Is anyone checking on this to see if it's meeting health codes?"


Page 15 of 41