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sailmods ([personal profile] sailmods) wrote in [community profile] sail_ooc2022-11-11 03:44 am
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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] makesomedeals 2023-01-02 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something familiar in that vocal cadence, but Max doesn't recognize the person talking.

"Am I now.." He all but purrs because flattery will almost always work on him even if he is confused about why this person seems to know him. "Should I?"
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-02 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it's a person, but he's also very much actually a rabbit, with rabbit instincts, going stiff-still and quiet, heart flittering like hummingbird wings as he recognizes that he has been not just spotted, but...seen. Scenting the air, there's a muddle of scents, but he's certain as he's ever been that he's in the presence of a predator. Werewolf, perhaps. If it were night, vampire would be on his list of guesses.

He's torn between tearing off into a run and saying something, to let this hunter know he's a person, and in the end indecision leaves him still, still and silent. A stand-off.
teethoftherisk: (h shhh)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Siffleur stares at the rabbit. The rabbit stares back, clearly ready to take off. The silence hangs for a long moment.

Then, carefully, Siffleur moves away from the rabbit, heading out the door he came in through, not going too fast in case he startles it away. He reluctantly breaks the line of sight as he vanishes back into the ship.
teethoftherisk: (c tensed)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Then, seconds later, a cougar tears onto the pool deck headed straight for where the rabbit was when he last saw him.
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-02 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, fuck. The rabbit doesn't waste energy on words, simply dashing off, trying to find some corner small enough that neither the cougar nor its claws can reach him. Unfortunately, he doesn't know the layout of the deck very well yet, so he's running blindly in a direction without faith he'll be able to get away.

But on the other hand, even by rabbit standards, he is damned fast. It's a little like a Wile E. Coyote cartoon, with Bunny as the impossibly swift roadrunner.
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-02 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"My boss used to suggest running your hand along the shelf and seeing what it snags on. At least at the library or the quieter corners of his shop. You do that in the Deep Stacks and a book might decide to chew your fingers off." He is absolutely not joking, here, and he pairs the words with the gentlest little play-nibble.
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, see, I'm not a good witch, I'm a big ole scaredy cat. But the thing of it is, I'm fast as anything, can do polite, and most of all, I'm no kind of a threat. Mister Book, he scares folks. Me, I'm scared of folks. Harmless."

He chuckles, and then looks at her, a little confused by that last question. Scared further by its implications.

"It's 2019. Just turned, January."
teethoftherisk: (c tensed)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-03 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Siffleur's heart is pounding in his chest and his mind is empty of all thoughts except the chant of CATCH KILL CATCH KILL CATCH KILL that every predator knows well. But he has just enough room for one emotion through the chase.

Happiness. He's ecstatic. Killing big prey is fine, it's good, it's wonderful but this! This! Chasing small prey! Trying to corner it! This is what he's missed.

The rabbit has no idea where to go and so Siffleur tears after him. That white coat makes him so visible, so easy to see. Even though he's faster than any rabbit Siffleur's seen before - impossibly fast if they were still on earth - that doesn't phase him. He might have speed, but he doesn't know where he's going, and Siffleur does his best to try direct the bunny into a corner.
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-03 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
He's well aware he's being driven. Bunny is accustomed to the hunt, just as much as Siffleur is, and even if he's not finding the same fierce joy in the moment, this exhilaration is what he was made to be for. He exists within his fear, letting it and his instinct speed his harried steps as he continues to hare off.

The thing is, he's not just a rabbit, though, he's magic, and while he can't teleport to the nearest hat like a magician's rabbit, he can twist fate to his ends. There's a sound like rustling dry grass, or something being chased through a cornfield, and Siffleur is momentarily beset by some twist of ill fortune, as Bunny goes for the stairs that lead up to the sports deck, trying to get a moment's reprieve.
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[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-03 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Siffleur is like most cougars: swift, sure-footed, with his tail flicking back and forth behind him as a counterbalance. It's all instinctual and automatic. What's not automatic is losing his footing and smashing into one of the deck chairs, tumbling with them into the set beside.

He's out of them a moment or two later - but that's time lost on the chase, time that gives the bunny the chance to get to the stairs leading up. Siffleur scrambles out of the chairs, dumping one in the pool before he's back at it, zooming for the stairs. He's going to lose eye contact for another moment or two when the rabbit gets up the steps before him, but this isn't about to stop the chase.
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[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
The closer the cougar gets, the more he might hear, half-lost in pants as the rabbit attempts to dive between a box of sports equipment, a soft "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Whether or not this reminder that the rabbit's a full person helps, unknown.
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[personal profile] brightlostthing 2023-01-03 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmhmmm [ there's never been a hum more disbelieving ] if you're not worried then why on earth did you ask, my dear SecUnit?
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[personal profile] brightlostthing 2023-01-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
The petting is as gentle as can be, and Ginger settles himself down for the long haul.

"You got me, Spring as the first flowers blooming in March. The real question, darling, is whether I should be offended or not"
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[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-01-03 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[A pause, an awkward silence.]

I'm not your dear.

[Right, like that's going to help anything.]
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[personal profile] brightlostthing 2023-01-03 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe, maybe not. I'd like to think I'm memorable, darling, but I did look rather different before. About so tall," he reaches his hand as high as he can, severely over estimating Giles's height in the process, "dark hair, expression that's always just that liiitle bit too stern no matter what you do?"
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[personal profile] brightlostthing 2023-01-03 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Of course not, darling, but that hardly answers my question, does it?
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[personal profile] decrypter 2023-01-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
She laughs brightly, setting her hand down on the table proper.

"Oh no! That'd be a terrible fate for me - I wouldn't ever be able to read again!"

Which is a worse fate for her than most things can be.

"Yet I just might try that idea, the next time I need to pick a new book - for all my hours in here, nothing's been particularly toothy. Unless that's reserved for those who can see their selections."
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-01-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Ha! You're in my future, among other things. I'm shipping out from 2017, in a world where the Mask just -" Erin snaps her fingers, "blew out. Gone, kaput, every Lost revealed in an instant. Went better than you might expect. There's a lot of folks from different Earths and times hanging about the place, so uh. Get used to that one, it'll stop being surprising eventually."

No it won't.
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Hurikane

[personal profile] astrogator 2023-01-03 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll drink with you if you don't call me darling.

[Here's a rather grumpy-looking young woman in a bright blue military uniform. Fancy jacket, shiny silver buttons. She'd only been peering into the bar, but he's managed to tempt her enough to step inside, at least.]

What are you drinking, anyway?

[She's been on the ship long enough to have witnessed the chaos caused by the ghosts at Halloween. Not long enough to have known or cared who any of those ghosts were. He's just one more brand new face to her.]
teethoftherisk: (c tensed)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-04 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Siffleur is focused enough that the human voice from the rabbit registers only on a subconscious level where he feels brief disappointment. It's not that he thought this was a real rabbit, but it's still a disappointment to have it confirmed that there's a human-like mind in there. He misses real prey.

The rest of him does not care, too focused on the hunt to worry about that. He catches up on a flat surface, seeing where the rabbit is heading and leaping, hoping to beat him to his destination. The bunny's fast though, so this depends on it needing to slow down to fit between the box, and not changing directions at the last moment.
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Hurikane

[personal profile] gnighteverybody 2023-01-05 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
GINGER!!!

[ Guess which oversized rat rabbit thing is launching himself bodily at his bestest most glittery buddy? ]

You know, I was expecting you to be in Mikabo! Because you're pickled.
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Yakko Warner | Animaniacs | OTA

[personal profile] gnighteverybody 2023-01-05 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Note; Yakko was a previous passenger on the ship and was present for the ghost event, he will have his memories from that. ]

Who's on first!?


[ A calm ocean breeze. Fresh linens. A shower smaller than some coffins on the market. The height of luxury; provided it's the 2010s and your standards aren't very high. Our fine furry friend is still dozing, and in a minute he'll realize that he's able to sleep. Able to not-sleep. Able to be in that bleary spot in between sleeping and not sleeping that only coffee or a slap in the face can fix. ]

Hwahh?

[ There he is. Welcome back to the world, little buddy. ]

I'm me?! [ He startles, looking down at his adorably gloved hands, ] and I'm here?!

[ He looks around the room in a big, exaggerated motion, a wide grin already on his face. ]

I'M BACK!!

[ He grabs the life jacket and the letter and knocks the door down in his hurry to get to the muster. God help you if you stand in between him and giving a welcome back kiss to his best gal, Friday. ]

What's on second?!


[ It's good to be back! The ship is less coated in entrails than he remembers, and there doesn't seem to be the morning free-for-all that he'd gotten used to. Which is a good thing, probably! You can only make your disembowlment so funny before it just becomes tragic, and then it's funny to some people, but that's not really his audience. The edgy R 18+ reboot was a failure, he's playing to the PG 15 crowd again now. All of this is to say he can be found where he used to be found; hamming it up at Karaoke, ordering unstable stacks of desserts at Scoops, and at the library, reading comics. Better hope nobody recognizes him from Halloween! ]

That's what I wanna know!


[ The Tommy Bahama is new- not that Yakko has any plans of changing his signature look, the slacks are iconic and timeless- but a rat bunny dog thing can want a bit of variety occasionally, even if he'll have to shop in the children's section. Maybe he wants to look like the spoiled bratty child of a golf-playing hedge-fund executive who owns a yacht and hates his wife. You don't know him.

Unfortunately, nobody's told him about the Bahamanal yet, so as he's leafing through a rack of clothes tossing each item over his shoulder-
]

Tacky, tacky, hideous colour, terrible fabric, you can smell the child labour on this one-

[ -the beast approaches. Help a guy out? ]

Third base!


[ Wildcard ]
crushed_pearls: (Default)

Karaoke

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-01-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
That song. Erin knows that song, and that voice. It stops her in her tracks and makes her beeline to Chatterbox in big stomping strides. A little voice in her head reminds her of the Blackbeard incident, and in any event maybe it was Wakko or fucking Roger Rabbit, but -

Well THIS is definitely a Yakko.

Erin slams a fist on a table in the audience section. "Warner."
gnighteverybody: (Yeesh)

[personal profile] gnighteverybody 2023-01-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Just. Going to sloooowly slip on a pair of groucho glasses while maintaining eye contact with her blindfold. The instrumental to The Planets song plays on without him.

"You know, it's polite to wait until the stage door to ask for autographs."

And then he's just going to book it off the stage towards the door.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-01-05 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Test one: will Commitment To The Bit function on Yakko right now?

Erin loops one of her homemade ropes into a lasso and flings it after him, Cartoon Style Baby.

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