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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.]
gnighteverybody: (Sad puppyboy)

[personal profile] gnighteverybody 2023-01-06 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
SHE'S GONNA HAVE TO MERCY KILL THE CARTOON!!!

Yakko's whimpering when she approaches, big sad cartoon tears bubbling from his black eyes.

"Oh- oh pain," he sniffs, "somehow I even missed you in the Nothing," more sniffling, and a small puddle forms underneath him, "could you do the honours?" he asks, withdrawing a comically sized mallet from nowhere.
nepetaleijon: (sharp parts)

[personal profile] nepetaleijon 2023-01-06 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Nepeta's eyes glint with eager delight ... and maybe also with a hint of challenge.

"This whole," she suggests, "hisstrict? Or one might say, purrecinct?"
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-01-06 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Erin's breath catches in her throat. She lets out a shaky breath, considers using Bifrost instead, but, no. Yakko's will in this matter is quite clear. She sheaths her blade and takes up the mallet.

"See you tomorrow, little buddy. Less bear traps if you'd be so kind."

Mallet comes up.

|Stone?|

Stone Sayeth: Mm?

|Second verse, same as the first.|

Mallet comes down. Erin casts it aside and turns away to cry.
gnighteverybody: (OH THE HUMANITY)

[personal profile] gnighteverybody 2023-01-06 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
It had to be the mallet. Using her sword wouldn't be funny, it'd just be sad.

But it's fine. This isn't too different to his usual schtick, it just takes longer. He'll be back to cracking jokes and yakking it up tomorrow. Second verse, same as the first, right?

Right.

Time for another reboot.
cacophonish: OPOSSUM (opossum time)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2023-01-06 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
"You look fucking metal now." With the blood of his fruit enemies on his fur and all. The opossum takes another cherry and starts munching. Two little creatures chewing on fruit... It probably sounds like an ASMR video in here right about now.
teethoftherisk: (c aggression)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Bunny is unfortunately correct - Siffleur doesn't care about the pleading. But he does manage a quick - "I know." - before he brings his jaws down on the Bunny's back end and bites down hard.
conjuredrabbit: (nap)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Bunny squeals, Bunny thrashes. Bunny dies like surely hundreds of rabbits have before him. He is delicious, the perfect prize for a successful hunt, just as he was made to be.

The next morning comes, and he considers hiding in his cabin for a while, but this is a member of the Autumn Court, and facing his fears is something he’s been trained for. He’ll just remain bipedal for a while.
conjuredrabbit: (rabbit)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
“Like Bunnicula, most metal of rabbits, yeah?”

Everyone understands that reference, right? (The first book was published in 1979, so there is a chance!)
conjuredrabbit: (rabbit)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
“Almost.” He repeats that word quietly, just shy of a question.
conjuredrabbit: (headack)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
“Uh. Ship layout, best place to run, anyone to steer clear of?” Information, that’s what he needs. Can’t plan anything without information.
teethoftherisk: (h smirk)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Siffleur is in a great mood - a glowing mood even. Instead of moving around with his usual blank expression, he's got a smile on his face. It's been so long since he had anything to eat that wasn't processed by the ship, or human, and he's feeling truly re-energized.

He's also wandering the ship in case he spots the rabbit again. Not that he thinks he'll get a second chase in a row, but there's a part of him that hopes anyway, the same part that returns to a burrow in case there's another rabbit in there.

As he walks, he catches a whiff of something rabbity smelling. His head swings around looking for the rabbit - but also glancing at the faces of any strangers to see if they recognize him. Maybe it was just a speaking rabbit, but he's learned to expect shapeshifters in this place.
conjuredrabbit: (action)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Young man. Curly hair. Nose wriggling slightly even in his human form. And yes, yes he recognizes Siffleur. How could he not? He braces rather than hearing off immediately.

“You.”
teethoftherisk: (h smirk)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me." Siffleur agrees with an easy smile. There is the temptation to go into another chase... but he just plants himself against the wall, leaning on it. "Good chase. Never seen a bunny move so fast before."
conjuredrabbit: (well hey)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“Good catch. You know the ship better and were able to corner me.” He takes a slow, deep breath, feeling his hummingbird heart beat far too fast. “Satisfied?”
emotionlesswreck: (Their foolishness rooted in desire)

[personal profile] emotionlesswreck 2023-01-06 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not your biggest fan...

[Even if he did watch most of the episodes growing up. None of that's really important, though, with Omori more focused on slicing through the layers of fabric that make up the creatures. At Yakko's plea, he tries aiming for the buttons positioned where eyes would probably be... and is surprised to hear the monster roar in pain, immediately making a hasty retreat. Whatever slapstick rules Yakko runs on apply to clothing monsters too, it seems.

Not important. Omori grabs his fuzzy friend's hand to tug him out of the aisles.]


We'd better get out of here. That thing has babies too, so we aren't safe until we leave.
teethoftherisk: (h thoughtful)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He considers this for a moment, then nods. "For now, yes. I want to hunt you again badly, but I will wait."

Siffleur also, considers offering a hand to shake before deciding against it. Something about this young man reminds him more of himself than the other humans on board. Handshakes are for humans. This one reminds him of an animal. "I am Siffleur. I can usually be found in the clothing store. I tend to hunt there."
conjuredrabbit: (casual)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll avoid it unless I'm feeling particularly suicidal." Though. The layout of a clothing store may offer him certain advantages. But he's not interested in another wakeup after death. He's familiar with how it goes, used to it on some level.

Doesn't mean he's seeking.
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-01-06 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
A brief explanation of the ship's layout follows, here very much to include what areas are high traffic and when, and which are low.

"...Siffleur, the werecougar, he's a hunter at heart. I very much doubt he'll restrain himself. Most everyone else ought to be fine..."

(There's another.)

Ah. Yeah

"...Daisy. Yea high, blonde, Welsh, talons. Different sort of situation. She'll taste your fear but don't. Run. If you run she might chase you and that wouldn't be good for either of you, not even a little. Stand your ground and talk fast."
teethoftherisk: (h thoughtful)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckled softly. Fair.

"Will you want to be hunted again?" He asks. The question is meant sincerely. Prey is not obligated to enjoy the hunt, but as he's slowly finding on the ship, there is an advantage to prey that desires it as much as he does.
conjuredrabbit: (headack)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It is a cruel question to ask, to offer at the least the illusion of an out. As if by saying no, Bunny could stop being prey. Will he want to live with that fear, knowing he'll wake up the next morning, alive again, still hale and hearty?

Bunny ducks his head slightly. "Perhaps."

Some people just watch horror movies or ride roller coasters. Now Bunny has another method for connecting very, very directly with fear in its most intense form.

"Not always, though. Not even often."
teethoftherisk: (h smirk)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps is far more than any hunter could ask for. Siffleur gives him a nod.

"Do you know how to use the phones? You can send messages on them, permission - when you rarely feel like it. And I will make you the same offer I make the humans when I hunt them." He gestures towards the direction the store is in. "One hour for a hunt. I catch you, my prize is that I kill and eat you. You evade me, the hunt is over, and you can name a prize."
decrypter: (lately.)

[personal profile] decrypter 2023-01-06 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Almost, because you never quite know who will wander in here. There are a few boisterous sorts aboard, after all."

Those who'd make a mess of things. But she'll save anything else for later.
conjuredrabbit: (suuuure)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-06 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"A prize, equal in worth to my life?" He sounds uncertain. Oh, that's not doubting that he can win, he knows he can do that, on his best day. But. What even would he ask for?
conjuredrabbit: (suuuure)

[personal profile] conjuredrabbit 2023-01-07 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a Hunterheart I used to know back home. We had the most toxic of relationships." And yet, and yet he sounds just the tiniest bit like he misses her.
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2023-01-07 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
If Bunny consents, well. She can't do much about it, surely. It bothers her, but... they all are who they are.

"It won't stop him," Ylva says. "He'll eat you whatever shape you have. He's... well. He's a cougar."

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