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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.]
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.
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."
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?
teethoftherisk: (h amused)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-01-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Life is worth little here. A prize equal to the fear, or inconvenience." Siffleur shrugs. "Prizes vary. I offer the ability to pet me in cougar form. A few others I've offered to leave a friend unbothered. To another, I purchase him drinks and smokes. I'm thinking of other prizes to offer - high scores maybe. You can think of it. Perhaps there's no prize worth it to you."