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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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Klaus laughs a little at the assumption because that’s just…that’s just funny right now. “No. I’m just me. I used to see ghosts, but not anymore.” A beat. “Except that kid Vance. He’s a ghost and way too young to be, but whatever.” He’s gonna run over a little closer to her before levitating and holding his hands out to her. “Might as well grab on now, yeah?”
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Dolce takes his hands readily, actually surprised that he could see ghosts. Even more by: "How did you stop? Pico only seems to be about six, but she's actually 1200. It's rude to ask a lady's age, even of ghosts though." Irrelevant until she finds the little hellion poltergeist, but usually talking about her is a good way to lure Pico out of hiding.
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He lifts up, some, willing himself to go a little further up in the air. "My dad built a machine to reset the world. When my sister pushed the button to reset it...boom. No powers. Just human, possibly part alien people with no powers." They sigh a little. "So you see ghosts, too? Huh. There's a lot of dead people...No wait. People with death powers. Powers involving the dead." Yes. That's...very good.
"Oh the ship in general."
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"Eek." Deadpan. "Stop peeking up my dress. You won't find anything interesting."
If that didn't lure Pico out, nothing would!
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Klaus glances down. "This is...actually one of the weirdest days of my life, which is saying something because...I've had so many weird days."
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Dolce smiles softly to herself at Klaus' comment. "I'm not surprised. This is the weirdest day I've ever had too, and my best friend is a dragon. Never lost my ability to see ghosts though. Don't know what I'd do if I did. So you can just levitate now as a weird recompense or something?"
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"Your best friend is a fucking dragon?" That earns a sigh. "I want a dragon for a best friend. No fair." This is tying back into that one conversation they had with Klaus about what someone would choose to look like if they had that kind of magic. "Oh. I dunno. I just got it recently. But I've been working on it every day since then. It was a lot easier when I was high, which is weirdly not the same for any other power I've ever had."
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"Ventuswill of the Divine Wind. She says even she can't see ghosts, but she might be lying. Hard to say. Do you have a ghost best friend? Or did, I should say?"
Another quiet smile to herself. "Well, I suppose it would be easier from high places." GET IT? She's having too much fun with all these puns to be honest. "Have you tried from an airship yet?"
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"I couldn't tell you about that." At the question about a ghost best friend, though, they grow a touch more still, the expression on their face a little more sad. "My brother Ben." He looks off to the side. "But he sacrificed himself to save Viktor from...destroying the world and causing another apocalypse, so..." He's gone for good now. No more Ben. Ava's sort of taking over for Ben's duties of slap fights and getting into pointless arguments, though.
They pull themselves out of their thoughts long enough to smile, a very small laugh escaping. "Mmm. Something like that." From an airship? "No. There's no airships here...or back home. I mean, there's...uh...what are those things called again?" He gestures vaguely. "The balloons that they use for sports games?" He means blimps.
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Oh. She regrets asking. "I'm sorry," her face somber too. Pico was usually in charge of letting people know she didn't mean to be so cold and harsh, she just was that bad with people.
"I don't know," she admitted quietly. "Airships were after I was asleep for a few centuries, but where are we that even airships can't reach?" It didn't seem like it was beyond the gates, was it someplace even Venti couldn't reach? That was an unnerving though.
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It's fine. Like...you can lose your dead brother so many times. "It's fine. Just...you know..." Death.
"Like I don't actually know where we are. Exactly. I just know we're like copies of ourselves in another place? Like an alternate dimension? Maybe? Annnnd there's a lot of dying and coming back. Which also used to be my other super power. Only like...not again. But it's whatever. It usually takes a day for people to come back. Or like next day nonsense."
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For the first time in Dolce doesn't know, ever, centuries, her whole life, she has no idea what's going on or what's being spoken about. "Are you sure you're not a ghost?" The only way you can come back from the dead repeatedly is as a ghost. And it's more like... once. "Maybe they're not really dead then? Just sort of knocked out? And then a dragon rescues them and breathes them back to full health?" Because that would make far more sense.
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"A dragon? Buddy, if there was a dragon involved in this? Well, I would have a lot more interesting stories to tell, to be honest."
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A small snort. "Your stories seem plenty interesting already." You half-bug-alien-not-ghost.
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That's certainly not not a laugh. "I mean, that's true. But I really want like a dragon story or a unicorn one...or like one where I turn into a mermaid for no reason because it's funny."
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"Okay, you can borrow one of my stories. One day a divine dragon got jealous of your beautiful mermaid tail, and cursed you into this dreadful mortal form," did she just call his normal human self dreadful? Yes. "And only the kiss from a unicorn will cure you back to your natural mermaid state. Unfortunately, unicorns favor pure-hearted maidens, so you must find one such maiden and curry her favor in order to strike an accord with the unicorn. Or you could just beg the dragon for forgiveness and let them make you an ugly mermaid, but dragons are fickle, and she might change her mind and make you something even worse. Like a Mamadoodle." That's certainly a story.
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Klaus listens to the story with delight. This is his favorite story. It’s official. Better than the frog and the scorpion one!!! Even if she did insult his human form. They would clap at the end, but they’re still holding her up and levitating. Probably should get out of here somehow.
“Best. Story. Eveeerrrrr!!!!”
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"I didn't even try..." Don't like it! Or at least only like ones she actually tries for gosh! She wants to ask AGAIN if he's really not a ghost. Because ghosts were like that, always liking things without clear discernible reasons. But without Pico around to help her, she just falls quiet for a little bit extremely shyly. "I will give you a better story later..." Because really, that was awful.
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"Oh. Well, I liked it anyway." There's a shrug. Just gonna slowly start moving them both toward the door so they can make a...well, slower escape than they would if he could fly. But that's the nature of it. "Even better! This is the best gift. I love stories!"