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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.]
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He sits. Hand still reaching around to the small of his back, so that he nearly sits on it.

"Who are you?" He wanted that to sound brave, but it comes out as a thready whisper.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-07 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"...My god did you just hit me with the New Yorker 'pizza doesn't need toppings' but for hot dogs?" Erin laughs warmly, clearly delighted even if she's confused. "I'm with you on the relish even if I'm normally a fanatic for anything sweet, it just doesn't hit right. That Chicago relish is...well, I don't buy hot dogs in Chicago."

Is she breezing past the manners thing? Yes, don't ask, we're doing food nerdery now because Erin's sensing a passionate expert and she sure does love those.

"But! You've hit on my point here; the essential aspects of the hot dog can only be classed up so much. Nothing you've described moves it all that far from its roots as street food, as something from the people rather than from artistes." Erin waves the coconut shrimp on her fork again. "Personally I stick this and like, orange chicken in that category. Every time I've seen someone try to class it up they take away the appeal, usually starting with the sugar. The sugar's there on purpose! Why does everyone remove it!"
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just another passenger." She replies, gaze returning to the book once again. "My names is Valdis. What is yours?"

The poor guy really is one of the most submissive people she's met on this ship. Some people would likely eat him alive. Siffleur definitely would.
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-07 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pleased to meet you," she says, and bends her head in something between a nod and a very abbreviated curtsey. "I truly am sorry; I know how upsetting one's first appearance here can be. I haven't been here so very long myself."
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, if you want to get into it on pizzas, that's a completely different ball game." She's pegged him correctly (ha) he is the biggest damn food nerd. Which is kind of sad if you really think about it because his master, a vampire, can't eat or even taste food.

"We don't... go to Chicago much." Because that territory is owned by another vampire who his master has an unstable relationship with and Max gets nervous just thinking about her. His hand slips to the back of his neck, rubbing nervously at an old scar that rests there.

"Well, yeah. A hot dog is street food. So is a corn dog. But I can absolutely class-up some coconut shrimp. It's not about taking away the sweetness, it's about finding the right balance of sweet. You can do that with more than sugar. You can use better breading that has sweetness in it too. That way you can actually taste the shrimp under it."
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2 - gym

[personal profile] astrogator 2022-12-07 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having worked second shift for the best part of a year, it had taken a while for Ari's schedule to adjust to something less nocturnal - but adjust it had, and now she's up most days for early morning exercise - her usual endurance training with Nobunaga, and then a trip to the gym or the pool, depending on the day.

The past couple of days, she's noticed a new face, someone who leaves not long after she arrives, and maybe she should be warier of strangers, but she can't help her curiosity. She stands in front of him, a young woman in a sleeveless top and loose trousers, flushed from her own earlier exertions.]


Peace and prosperity. You're new here. [It's not a question.]
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Was the other body a passenger too?" His tone is timid, deferential, but it still matters enough to him to ask.

"I'm Max Maximum," he bows his head to her, since he's not willing to disobey her order to sit.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Technically, but he also ate someone earlier, so he was fair game."

It's not the whole story, but it's enough to maybe make him sweat a little more.

"Well, there are all sorts of monsters here, Max. Find yourself some friends, you will need them."
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does this really happen all the time?" He looks around, still in a state of shock and disbelief about the entire thing.

"Are we all stuck here forever?"
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-07 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"But is there not value in the experience you find pulling up a plate from it made on the cheap by folks who've been running the buffet since they moved to America?" Erin asks; she props her cheek up on her fist, eating slowly and paying fascinated attention. "Or rather, even in cooking, must all art be high art?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"He... " Max swallows hard. "Was he a vampire?" That's the kind of eating people Max is familiar with.

"What about you? I'm sorry if this is rude, but you seem like more than human."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, he's a werecougar. Likes to eat people and play games."

She looks back up at him. "I am more than human, but I am not a vampire or were-animal."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-07 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes a deep breath, lets most of it out again.

"That's what many here are saying. I don't accept it."
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Re: 2 - gym

[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He pauses after he last rep and greets her with a somewhat bemused:] Hi. [That personal greeting of hers is new to him. Sooner or later he'll have to get used to everything here being new,]

I am, yeah. I'm Max Maximum. Nice to meet you miss...?
Edited 2022-12-07 22:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Werecougar?? Fear spikes, but under that is clear relief that she killed it already. Maybe he misjudged her. A were-anything is bad news.

"Oh. Okay, well, good. I... thanks? For protecting us. You seem like you know the score around here. Are there any vampires? I need to... I need to know."

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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah, sure. But the mom and pop place, if it's good, is making like their own kind of art form. That's different. The location might not be high-class but the food at those places still is. But the ones with any respect for themselves still shouldn't be putting it out under heat lamps for hours at a time. The good shit goes from the wok and the fryer to the plate! No in-betweens."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"No vampires I know of, and don't worry," she sensed his simultaneous fear and relief at the knowledge that she'd killed Siffleur, "No one stays dead for long, so he was back the next day, ready to keep playing his games."

She sets down her book, "Why so interested in vampires?"
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-07 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ahhhh." Erin nods, comprehending, but makes no move to stop eating her buffet food whatsoever. "I grasp your objection now, and you make a good point. Still, when you're a big eater here aboard there's something to be said for not having to open your human mouth and order a sixth plate." She gestures at Max with a fork full of lettuce. "Do you cook yourself, or are you more in the food critic end of this business?"
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Re: 2 - gym

[personal profile] astrogator 2022-12-07 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ari's gotten used to being greeted with what she still mentally registers as 'high', but it does take time.]

Lieutenant. Arilanna Tayrey. [She fills in the gap quickly. Max Maximum? She doesn't think much of his parents' naming skills.]

I expect you've already heard all the 'welcome to the nightmare prison ship, enjoy your stay' material. I really wanted to say that's some decent weight you're moving there.

[Really, she just wanted an excuse to introduce herself.]
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Max takes a few steps and then leans heavily against the wall. He's pressing hard to keep himself standing.

"H-ow often do new people show up here?"
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[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-12-07 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm kinda the only cop who was still on the force back home and I'm sure as fuck not going to check their inspection reports. There's not even kitchens." He points with his spoon to the lack of even a door that this food might come out from, trays of congealed goodness manifesting through the walls instead.

"I haven't died from it yet, and considering how much I eat I'd be the first one to get poisoned." A statement at odds with how emaciated he is, but he happily digs into his bowl of potatoes au toppings, leaning against the half-wall separating the tables from the serving area rather than sitting down.

"Course I can probably eat uh... anything. So maybe I'm not a good litmus test. Also it doesn't go bad, so stock up!" Said with a grin like that's great news and not horrifying in every way.
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, she says. But the moment she says people come back from death, he is ALL WORRY. You mean the werecougar is still out there?? She's got to just be fucking with him, right?

"Why? I work for one. And I really need to get back to him."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2022-12-07 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She is indeed messing with him, but she's also not lying.

"Ah. that explains a lot. Does he sparkle?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? Like in Twilight?" He snickers. "No. And he really, really hates those books." There's a hint of smugness now, because Max may or may not have taken to reading passages of those books out loud to Erik when he was feeling especially bratty.

"He can go out in the sun too without bursting into flames. That's a stupid myth."
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2022-12-07 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I take it what...uh...whatever you are requires you to eat more?" That's him tiptoeing around the obvious question he wants to ask.

"I cook for myself. I was going to culinary school before I had to quit." Long story. Very long and sad story. "I do it as a hobby now."

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