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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.]
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[personal profile] dupli_arms 2023-05-24 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He's lowered his hands and seems to be watching Shinsou carefully, as if wary of him, taking in the details of his costume. When had that been designed? He knows he's never seen it before. A secret project maybe?

"It- I don't know what's going on. I can't find any of our classmates and people are saying we're stuck here, or we're not actually real, or..." He looks near stricken, having been carefully keeping his actual feelings on it all very tightly to himself. "Have you seen anyone else? Monoma, or- or Bakugou or any of them?"
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-05-24 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He senses her movement only a fraction before the blade sinks painfully into his back, cleanly severing right through his spine causing him crumple forward. The only sound that escapes him, at first, is a wheezing grunt of pain. That blow would be a killing one to most. Not to him, but it still fucking hurts.

"That's...Lord Osborne... to you..." he groans, supporting himself on hands and knees, refusing to let himself go prone. "What a lovely welcome Miss...?"
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[personal profile] dupli_arms 2023-05-24 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A blink. "Outfit?" He looks down at himself, at his street clothes that probably stand out more than they really should, between the tanktop that clings and leaves enough room for his arms and the heavy duty cargoes that he favored mostly for the amount of pockets on them. His hand comes up to the chin of his mask. He hadn't seen his hero costume when he'd checked the wardrobe after he'd woken up here. "Should I be wearing something else?"
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[personal profile] allhonourablemen 2023-05-24 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not a specific world thing, it's a..." he corrects, gesturing with the chopsticks, "I've been kinda guessing that we're not anywhere that anyone who gives a flying fuck about us could find us, which means we're out fucking whoopwhoop. Bumblefuck nowhere. Wouldn't be surprised if we're actually on the rim itself. And bumblefuck nowhere means meat replacements. You don't get pork out this far, hyperlight with animals aboard is a fuckin' nightmare."

If Brutus has any qualms about the company, he sure isn't saying anything.

"Still- if this 's real pork, I think I'm sticking to Perk. Weirdly... chewy. Kinda flavourless," and he dips back into the bowl for what he has to assume is 'real vegetables' too. Not rehydrated or ground into meal. He doesn't spit it out, so evidently he seems to like it better.
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-05-24 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good plan. I've already been stomped too many times to want to go into something new without a strategy." He pulls a mild face at the question, though. "All over the map, as far as I can tell. When I got here, we were attending something like a carnival. Not really dangerous, but something was following people all through it and picking on us. We had to stay overnight in some cases. Reality broke into fractures not too long ago so that put a damper on whatever else might have been going on. I've heard some other wild stuff though. It seems like it's all geared toward putting us on edge to be honest."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can call me Erin, leech." She twists the blade before pulling it free, and takes a generous step back. "We have an acquaintance in common, you see. Can you guess? I'll give you a hint, it's not Eshe."
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-05-24 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." The words are short and tart at first, but he reminds himself that in a situation like this, it doesn't hurt to curry a little favor. This one seems young, and yet she carries herself like an adult. Dresses like one, too. Eager to help? She is already proving to be a source of information, whether accurate or not is to be determined.

"Yes, I have unfortunately noticed. So, am I to surmise that this happens to every new person who is brought here against their will?"
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[personal profile] besixdouze 2023-05-24 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
['Peace and prosperity', what a nice phrase. Almost familiar phrase. Before he can decide why it seems familiar, though, the Lieutenant is going on to describe...the rest, of what she does.

And it's like a switch being flipped on, really, as the solemn thoughtfulness of Voyager's demeanor almost immediately evaporates in place of widening eyes. He sits upright. Astrogator, a navigator of--]


Your "ship"--you travel the stars too?!

[Travel the stars. The question of family is, alas, utterly submerged by this revelation. (Though perhaps that's for the better, considering how the answer would be...strange...) Sitting upright becomes standing upright--and then, naturally as anything, Voyager hops off the top of the awning as one might the last stair of a staircase to the floor below. It's a floaty sort of movement entirely at odds with what his apparent weight ought to be, as he quite literally drifts down to Ari's level instead of falling, landing so lightly on his feet that the heels of his boots only elicit the most gentle tap upon the deck

Never mind that, though! He lands in front of her, still at a polite conversational distance, but a visible excitement already starting to brim over as he turns to properly face her.]


Miss Lieutenant Tayrey, do you come from another planet?
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[personal profile] allhonourablemen 2023-05-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"April or Flan. Got it."

You'd never refer to someone in the Baronies without their formal title to a stranger, so he's just going to make the very reasonable assumption that these... bugs don't know what they're talking about.

Finally he sets himself down from where he's scrambled up, leaning over the table, a hand holding his hair back, watching the bugs examine whatever the fuck was in his mouth.

"Yeah, that's it. I'd forgot that's what we were yakking about."

Wait now that he thinks about it- he scoops his bowl up, holding the chopsticks under his thumb, so that the little buggers can't get at the rest of his food.
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-05-24 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Depends on who you talk to," Wayne replies around a bite popped into his mouth as he continued to load his plate. "Some people participate in basically a bloodless bloodsport to provide for the rest of them. I'm not edible to anyone here so I don't really have to worry about it. My partner's obligated but he absolutely refuses to, just sticks with what we get elsewhere unless he's forced. Some people think it's an absolute abomination. It's all personal opinion."
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lmaooo god not the bitch boy

[personal profile] inhairently 2023-05-24 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( steve rolls his eyes quite dramatically because not even a few months rattling around in the nothing is enough to knock the theatrics out of him. he turns his head slowly to look at darcy with a sigh. )

Good, ( he says, and considers leaving it at that. maybe even lighting up one of his tommy bahama molotovs and chucking it at something for good measure.

but he doesn't. for some reason, he decides to elaborate.
) I'm trying to, y'know, send a message. ( he makes a sweeping gesture with one hand to the row of molotovs. ) It kind of wouldn't mean as much if whatever I do disappears overnight.
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[personal profile] busball 2023-05-24 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why wouldn't I?" There's definitely reasons for that, but that's neither here nor there and they're being the gremlin they've always been.

They know it's coming and they let it happen. For the joke. But there's definitely something keeping him from closing his hand all the way around their throat. Cause they are not dying here. "You didn't even ask me for my safewords and you're coming at me like a beast in heat. Honestly. I know I'm attractive, but you can't just choke someone like that without permission. My fiance would not approve of your forwardness." They laugh softly, eyes just focusing on him. "I'm not telling you shit. You don't deserve him. And you can't kill me in case you've noticed." Just gonna carefully push that hand away.

"You have terrible breath, by the way. You should work on that."
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https://youtu.be/LKWhhl0iSj8 (only steve instead of cat)

[personal profile] inhairently 2023-05-24 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
( what's a guy to do when faced with a swarm of talking ants except politely hold the door for them? so that's what steve does. silent, staring. face contorting into an expression of confusion that almost doesn't seem humanly possible.

the elevator doors slide shut. steve continues to stare at the ants, not-so-subtly pressing himself maybe a liiiitttle closer to the wall, distancing himself as much as he can.
)

Uh.

( is what he finally says, brow furrowing deeper still. )

It's broken. Sorry.

( why did he hold the door for a broken elevator? he was startled. cut him some slack. )
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He can never escape it!!!

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-05-24 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, so good to have him and his theatrics back. Darcy rests her finger on the lip of one of the bottle, like she hasn't decided whether or not she's going to tip it over yet. ]

Is the message that you ran out of hairspray to do this with instead.

[ Y'know, because his hair's stupid and poofy. ]
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[personal profile] makeapromise 2023-05-24 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Blink.

"... Are you sure?" he asks, then mentally smacks himself because of course she's sure, she lives here. But it's his polite go-to in place of you've got to be fucking with me. "Sorry, I mean it's just that that sounds... really, really unusual to me? All this stuff has to come from somewhere, right? I get that this is probably some weird--weird, uh, side dimension thing, but there's gotta be something."
Edited 2023-05-24 23:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] myagic 2023-05-24 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but not anymore, so--quit hogging the scoop! Hurry up!

[She wants some of that banoffee and he's taking too long. She holds her hand out for the scoop with a huff. She'll answer his question once she gets herself some ice cream.]
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-05-24 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, we've met." Her smile is entirely genuine; it just isn't what anyone might call friendly. "Though I could hardly expect you to remember. Lady Cassandra de Rolo, Guardian of Woven Stone, leader of the Chamber of Whitestone. And you ..."

She draws out the word, eyeing him in turn.

"Are not, I feel I must tell you, among friends."
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iii

[personal profile] myagic 2023-05-24 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rita rounds the corner of the stairwell, returning from Sundries, only for something to run into--not exactly her, but more the box she's holding in front of her (which now sure sports a hole in it from the knife; good thing that hole isn't in her!).]

Ah, hey--hey, watch where they hell you're--huh...?

[Naturally, she immediately starts yelling when she feels someone run into her, but stops mid-sentence because--stabbed? She takes a step back, finding...huh, a new...glowing kid...? And then she spots the knife-strapped crab, and suddenly that takes precedence.]

Hey, what the hell were doing, tearing around a corner like that with a knife? I could've been gutted, you know!
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i. the deck

[personal profile] light_mischief 2023-05-25 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Look, there's no way that Skulduggery is going to see a nine-foot-tall, two-dimensional creature walking around without immediately wanting to know more. It's extra convenient that his interest is coming right toward him!

Okay, okay, it's a little jarring to be, like, 3 feet shorter than someone else. but he's nothing if not adaptive!

"Salutations!" His greeting is light and upbeat, offering a polite wave as he tilts his head to look up (and up, and up). He wonders if he looks as weird to her as she does to him... "I can answer any questions Friday's presentation didn't answer." Which is all of them, really...
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ii. food

[personal profile] broshaw 2023-05-25 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Sharky's still in the process of re-learning what food scarcity is, so while he's trying to limit his plate, he can't help but keep grabbing "just one more thing." in this case, it's those very same crab legs being commented on!

helpful as he ever is, he waves one leg invitingly at the new face ogling the spread.]


Hell yes they're crab legs! Help yourself, dude! Uhhh, just save some for the rest of us, right?
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-05-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
He turns to face her, lowering the apron but not appearing to be at all guilty about sniffing it. "If his name is Max Maximum, then yes. Have you seen him?"
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[personal profile] makeapromise 2023-05-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I will!" Alex chirps. "I just--I haven't had real food in a while, so this is, um, really exciting to me."

He piles three of them onto his plate, which was mostly vegetables and fruit until now, because the most reliable source of that they had before coming here was picking all of the lettuce and tomatoes out of some really mediocre sandwiches.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask you something? Do you know if they ever serve Chinese here?"
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-05-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Erik knows his own when he smells it. It's not exactly that causing his nose to wrinkle, however. No, that can be attributed to the state of them both. One was clearly turned as a teen (always a difficult situation) the other dares to walk around so openly in animal form? What kind of cat is that anyway? Don't tell him this is the caliber of vampire he has to deal with here on the ship...

"Who keeps a crab for a pet? And why is your friend letting it run around with a knife taped to its back? Seems to me they aren't a very good pet owner."
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[For Bash]

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-05-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
He's following his nose in search of Max, which is leading him to quite a few places as it turns out. His pet has been active around here, hasn't he? The scent is getting stronger, now, the closer he gets to the coffee shop. That would stand to reason. Max has always had an affinity for cafes. Part of him was really hoping he might find Max serving behind the counter. He finds a different dark-haired gentleman instead.

"Good afternoon," Erik says in a politely neutral tone. "I wonder if you could help me find someone. I believe he's a regular here."
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[personal profile] conclusively 2023-05-25 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. I've no wish to go causing great offense when I've newly awoken in this place."

He'll just think his judgmental thoughts and save them for fireside chats, like a proper man should.