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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.]
Katie "Pidge" Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender
By the time she's made her way to deck one, Pidge's mood has gone from agitated to visibly confused. They were meant to be going home. This is not even close to what she was anticipating. The worst part of it all is that she can't remember coming here.
Friday, with her lack of face, is not even the weirdest thing she's seen in the last year. Still, Pidge isn't in the mood to deal with whatever this is right now.
"Yea, hey. Thanks. That's wonderful- but can you tell me how to get the hell out of here? I have more important things to do than... whatever this is."
She's put the life vest on over her paladin armor, at least, so she's trying? Barely? For a moment, it seems like that's all she's going to say, and then- "Hey. You haven't seen a big guy around? Yellow headband? Super nice?" Would he even be here? Would any of them?
tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Pidge is nosy by nature, so it's only natural that she ends up inside of John's. For a long moment, she just stands there gaping at the empty space. There's no music- there's no piano. It seems kind of lame, if she's being honest.
The last thing she's expecting is to have to square off with a piano in a narrow hallway. Pidge narrows her eyes, glances around in an attempt to spot a camera, or the person responsible- but then the cover lifts, displaying rows of teeth, and she's turning immediately to run back in the opposite direction. "Nope! Not dealing with this today."
that American creation on which I feed
Of all the things Pidge has seen and done, she's never had to worry about piles of clothing, which is why she's been ignoring them in favor of digging through a rack of Hawaiian shirts. It's not really her style, but she'd like to find something that isn't Matt's old stuff.
She's in the process of deciding between one with pineapples and one with seahorses when something latches onto her leg. With a yelp, she kicks out in an attempt to free herself.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Who is she yelling at? Pidge has no idea. She hadn't noticed anyone else when she'd come in, and her search now is proving fruitless. It's safe to assume she hasn't quite put it together yet.
choose your own
[Wildcard it up! She's nosy and could potentially be snooping around wherever passengers are allowed to be. I'm also rolling with post season 7 for a canon point, which only means anything if you've watched this dumb show.]
Wildcard
Oh, look. Here one is now, wherever Pidge is. What do?