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TEST DRIVE MEME #10



a. that's where we both belong


[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.]


b. and there's plenty of that down by the sea

[it’s strange to think about, isn’t it? how all those new passengers, the ones grumbling or shouting their way through the forced muster drill, have absolutely no idea what happened just last month. no idea about the labyrinth. no concept of why anyone around them would be a bit more hesitant around shadows.

they’ll learn.

sometimes a shadow is darker than it’s supposed to be. very rarely does anything come of that; just a vague sense that someone is watching you, and little more. sometimes, though, the shadows move. sometimes they grab at your ankles as you walk. sometimes they give you a shove as you go down the stairs. sometimes they pull your hair, or pinch your arm.

sometimes you feel something sharp cut into your lower leg.

that’s not a shadow, though. that’s a fiddler crab. you see the crab, sometimes. the cut isn’t from its claws, which don’t look very intimating; it’s not a very large crab. the cut is from the large kitchen knife crudely taped onto its back. it’s probably fine. it's not chasing you. there isn't evil in its heart. probably.]


c. think I'll go back to the Keys


[one day, in the atrium, two pedestals suddenly appear. on each is a large button: one green, and one blue. pressing the blue button gives you a little treat, popping out of thin air next to you. pressing the green button sends a small electric shock through your body. weird, but, hey, pretty avoidable, right?

except, it seems to be spreading. to every other button on board.

in the elevator. on the soda machine. the arcade. your phone. the bell on Friday’s desk.]
businessorlibation: (pic#15460888)

I was tired last night, bite me. :P

[personal profile] businessorlibation 2023-08-04 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Such a shame we don't have pigeons on this ship, to treat the statue as statues deserve. Instead, we make our fun on Quincy Monmouth in other ways. Climbing or bedecking him with frippery. But if you please, the whiskey bar and humidor is just down the way, here."

He doesn't disagree with Lord Sheogorath's point, though. Johnny doesn't want statues for himself; his work of art is carving out himself, little by little.
serialskiller: (snarky)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-08-04 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for your permission." There's a certain humor to those words, but not the kind of humor that brings people together. The other kind, humor that's sharp and a tad acerbic. But it does move to take a seat.

"I'm a SecUnit, a security cyborg-construct. I was built to be leased out by an insurance company to protect assets. So between jobs, I'd spend a lot of time in cargo bays and transit cases. I wasn't meant to be able to download serials, but I also wasn't meant to have a personality or anything."
hate_gettin_older: (talking)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2023-08-04 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least she's got the right instincts about who to steal from.

"Bound to," he says, "only we want to be smart about it, right? Look first, lift after. Find out if there's guards or anything like that, and what they do if they spot you."
hate_gettin_older: (looking aside)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2023-08-04 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes a rude noise. "And I might argue that my bum's made of protein blocks."

But that gaze of hers makes him subside, and look almost apologetic. "None of it's your fault." A hesitation. "Thanks, though."

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-08-04 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit, didn't mean for it to sound like that." Ash wanted him to sit so they could talk. He felt weird talking to his back.

But it wasn't something he would dwell on. A cyborg. Who was sentient to some degree. The technology nerd was fascinated and it was written all over his face. Ash looked at him with wide, excited eyes. "That is fucking cool. Not the part where you were kept in cases...but what you are. What do you mean by cyborg construct? Not completely cybernetic?"
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2023-08-04 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"London, 2018. World with eldritch fear gods." She's done the 'which universe' song and dance many a time, in her two cruises. She knows her script. "I'm the closest thing we have to werewolves. No transformations. Not before here."

Here, she got a package from sundries that let her turn into two sizes of wolf, but that's not a natural thing for her.

"Avatar of the Hunt, if we're technical about it."

serialskiller: (frustrated)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-08-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean that I was created with 30% cloned human parts, 70% machinery, and installed with a governor module upon manufacture that would prevent me from disobeying orders, talking back, or otherwise failing to be a perfectly compliant machine. So fucking cool."

Read: a sentient slave, built to obey.

Even though Security is sitting, it's still not making eye contact properly. Sure, it faces Ash, vaguely, but it watches his hands, glances at the screen, does anything but look at his eyes.

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-08-05 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well, shit. That was a very different set of circumstances. Which immediately made Ashley feel bad for being excited. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. Foot meet mouth, again.

"I'm...sorry." He said sincerely. Ashley didn't think he was frequently wrong but when he was, he was quick to admit it. "Not even a little bit cool."

There were a lot of other questions he wanted to ask but thought it was probably best to shut up. He had probably been drinking too much. Not a good excuse and he didn't want to offer that as one, it was weak. Instead he stood up.

"Look, I put my foot in my mouth on a good day and...today has not been a good day. So, best thing for me to do is go sleep it off. I'm sure I'll see you around."

Ashley gave a wave of his hand and headed for his room.
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[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-08-05 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Security frowns after Ash. "Everyone puts their foot in their mouth. I think people just don't want to consider what other people are capable of, in terms of being fucking assholes. You haven't been especially bad."

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-08-05 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"You can transform now?" Ashley had never heard of such a thing. Not that he doubted it, just new. Interesting.

"Avatar. As in you represent the nature of the hunt? Carry the spirit? That's...we all are kind of bound to a spirit but I've...nevermind. This is all new for me and I'm hating feeling like an idiot who knows nothing." Huge adjustment for him. He feels out of sorts and kind of lost here. On day one.

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-08-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
He stops walking and huffs out a breath that makes is cheeks puff out. Turning back he watches it for a minute. "I'm aware of how big of assholes people can be. Just kinda hoped by the time we got to creating something as fantastic as cybernetic life that is sentient...people would be better. As much as we advance technology? People just keep getting worse."

What the fuck was he doing protecting humanity if they weren't going to make any progress? Why was that the hill he was going to be forced to die on? It made Ash feel not just sad but angry. There were moments where he wasn't exactly thrilled about the sacred duty he had been given. Right now was one of those moments. Create life just to enslave it?

He had no idea what else to say so he just blurted out, "I like your fucking sweater."
serialskiller: (negotiating)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-08-05 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, it makes me feel fucking adorable. Also looks great on Helena when she borrows it from me. It's like a fucking tent on her."

...this is how communication works, isn't it?

"My governor module is disabled now, and anyone who even gets the idea to wipe my memory banks or try to control me is going to have to get past a pretty crew of people who for some fucking reason have decided to care about this dangerous piece of heavy machinery."

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-08-05 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," He gestures in a flustered way and snorts out a breath. "You look kind of adorable." Yeah. He should absolutely be sent to his room now. Ash rakes a hand over his head making a mess of his hair.

Ash smiles in a knowing way, sad at the same time. That's familiar. Finding the right people. Family. And now he's here without them. "You found your people. Nothing feels quite like that."

blindwatchersees: (pic#16611373)

Fangs for that

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2023-08-05 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes, of course." He gives the statue a melodramatic, mocking bow as they're about past it.

"Now, do tell me. Beyond the lounge, where would you recommend I spend my precious time, Mr. Summer?"
businessorlibation: (pic#15977916)

You're welcome. I'm a ventrue friend.

[personal profile] businessorlibation 2023-08-05 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I hardly know you well enough to give that question a complete answer, Lord Sheogorath. What spaces put one at ease differ broadly. I do recommend spending time out and about, among the passengers, rather than isolating oneself wholly."

...not that the agoraphobe really has much right to talk about isolating, huh?
blindwatchersees: (Default)

Oh I Tore-adore where this thread of puns is going

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2023-08-05 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, and I absolutely intend to!" he laughs heartily; it's a musical sound, perhaps more literally than laughs generally are, but only in a way the subconscious might notice.

"Of course I don't expect you to read my mind, Mr. Summer. You simply seem the sort that has a general idea of where a man of culture might find some comfort around here."

Give the mask a little nudge, and see how it dances!
ablativeholopleather: art also by mun! (:]wayne)

and wrap?

[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-08-05 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Wayne answers the offered hand with a firm shake. He's getting really good at this handshake business!

"Sure thing, it's been cool talking with you. You get bored later, come find me. I'm pretty easy to spot."
businessorlibation: (pic#16147943)

You do enjoy a bit of good brujaha...

[personal profile] businessorlibation 2023-08-05 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, comfort is freely offered at the cocktail bar, Stan the Man, particularly when I'm serving drinks there. Mikabo is refined dining, the plates coming to you. Though you may have to tolerate a quadrupedal dinner companion from time to time, there. Siffleur's a fan of the salmon sashimi. The library tends to be a retreat for the intellectual types and those hiding from the rest of the ship." Useful information, he hopes.

As they reach Tauva Bobby B's, Johnny slips behind the bar, in search of Irish whiskey.
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Demona | Gargoyles [Please be sure to specify day or night]

[personal profile] angelofthenight 2023-08-05 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Daylight Muster Drill
So, is Friday trying out a new technique with visual aids or...what? Among the other people here for their first muster drill, there is a stone statue of a loincloth-wearing woman with batlike wings, a long tail, talons, a wild mane of hair, and...one of the leis around her neck. She is completely immobile. No amount of poking, prodding, or talking will rouse her. For all anyone can tell, this is a completely inanimate, if very imposing, stone figure.


Sunset Muster Station
That statue hasn't moved all day. Everyone else left the muster drill hours ago, but here she still stands with the lei around her neck. As the sun sets beyond that fake horizon, however, something begins to happen. Cracks form in the stone, and from beneath, red light shines through the fissures around her eyes. Then, all at once, she lets out a screach and stretches out her limbs, the stone falling away in heavy flakes, revealing a flesh and blood creature below with blue skin and flaming red hair.


Dealers Choice of Location - After midnight
Where is she? How did she get on a ship at sea? Who's done this?! She wants answers, but she has to be careful. She can't be seen like this. Can't allow the humans to see her. So, here she is late in the night, skulking through corridors, sometimes climbing on the ceiling, talons crunching into the metal, to avoid being caught out in the center of the halls. Approach at your own risk. She isn't in a very charitable mood and those claws look awfully sharp.
blindwatchersees: (pic#16611377)

It beats being overly Lasomb-er

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2023-08-05 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Plates come to you, do they? Do they have little legs?" Lord Sheogorath seems almost giddy at the idea, before his face falls.

"I don't believe my sweet little Pliny made it on board with me. A pity. He's a loyal little teapot, you know. Very handy to have around... partially on account of the fact that his base is a hand, and he skitters around on his fingers." There's a sort of rambling carelessness to how he speaks for a moment, but like a whiff of perfume on the air, it's gone just as quickly, replaced by an air of refinement once more.

"Yes, I do believe I'll be making some use of the library. Ships do tend to be noisy places, don't they?"
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[personal profile] spiritcarer 2023-08-05 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Such birdlike grace! She didn't hear him, but the way he alights kicks up a wind she has to brace against - namely, to protect her hat.

For a fleeting moment, she imagines Gustav before her, but that was impossible. Gustav was gone, had been for some time. Never could it be said that others couldn't have wings, though. So, she tips her hat to him in a welcome gesture.
]

Hot dogs, you say? Honestly, that would be one of the stranger things I've fished up. [But not the worst.] It must have been a pretty big mess.
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[personal profile] spiritcarer 2023-08-05 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She's got something!

Bored is far from it. Stella enjoys the calm, contemplative moments between the rest of her work, where she could cast a line out and rake in something for her next meal. Sometimes it brought in some good hauls. What's an old shoe, here and there when you could get a good-sized halibut?

So, too happy to follow this bite, Stella starts to reel it in. She's careful to avoid too much strain on the line, lest Ava feel like putting up a fight.
]
Edited 2023-08-05 11:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2023-08-05 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she says, sounding completely unconcerned. She vaults off the railing and stretches her arms overhead, cracking her knuckles. "This ain't my first joust."

She's totally gonna smash the first jewelry store window she sees.
Edited (couldn't resist the new icon) 2023-08-06 00:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goodweather 2023-08-05 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The wurst, you mean. ]

Yes, there’s… a lot of them down there. Like, “someone left a spilling box of infinite hot dogs in the ocean for a month and a half until someone else got pissed” a lot. Thankfully, food doesn’t go bad here—not that I’ll be having any.

[ Ew. ]

So you’re new, right? I’m Phil Connors. I’m a weatherman on most days. [ He holds out a taloned hand to shake, if she can spare one for a moment from her maritime quest for fish and/or sausages. ]
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2023-08-05 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)

"Sometimes the packages that turn up in sundries give out new abilities. I got that."

And she hadn't been much a fan of it, at first; she's adjusted by now, even if she doesn't use often.

"Hunt's one of those fear gods, for us. Nothing so neutral as a spirit. Being one of its Avatars is. Not. A fun gig." She shakes her head a bit, and lets it drop back over the arm of the chair. "For what it's worth? Everyone starts of feeling like an idiot who knows nothing, here. Doesn't last forever."