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sailmods ([personal profile] sailmods) wrote in [community profile] sail_ooc2023-05-23 12:55 am
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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] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Do I count as a steady presence, so new back?" But he already is melting a little, because Okie.
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, none of it's really secret. Most of the ship knows already: I'm divine. Give me a chance, and I'll prove it to you." One hand lifts so fingertips can brush against Ash's cheek, gently. His skin is cool to the touch. Not corpse-cold, but cooler than it really ought to be.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Come off it fucker, you know you do." Erin smacks the counter in Sudden Realization. "Hey - Ava and Peter got married, Mrs. and Mr. Starr now."

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-10-15 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Sweetheart," He says gently as he takes Bash's hand in his. "Explain divine. As it pertains to you."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a demigod. My father is of the lwa, and I am too. Except he's important and I'm an errand boy. But comparatively on this ship? I'm one of the ones Erin considers a heavy. I don't wave my dick about it most of the time, it doesn't get in the way of me being who I am. But if you want to know, now you know."

And then he smiles at Ash. "What the fuck's your story, now that you've got mine?"
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, good on them. I like them both. Though Ava might be weird about me being back here and pissing on my territory again. Metaphorically, that is. Strictly metaphorically."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Try not to piss on Ava, yeah."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I won't piss her off, either. She's good people. And Peter once bitched out my ma for me."

It is weird for that to be a fond memory?
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Good on him." Erin luxuriates in her coffee for a Hot Minute. "...Hey. You ever need to talk while you're here, you hit me up, yeah?"
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I just need to get laid. I'll be alright."

From anyone else, that might be mildly fucked up. With Bash's personal history?
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Bash you're getting the Eyebrows.
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
And he gives a flat look back, and a stony midnight silence.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll throw stones from inside my glass house, Bash, I'll take us both down. How sure are you about that statement?"
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Sand Dollars

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2023-10-15 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
There's a longish, bony, deeply wrinkled nose poking into the coffeeshop, with a face behind it in the usual manner. The wrinkling, it is apparent, is not due to age or skin damage but due to an expression of extreme dubiousness combined with a strong reaction to a strong smell.

"Something break in here?"
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Erin, if you were even slightly less adamantly a lesbian, I'd have already made a pass at you."

Does that answer the question asked?
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Naw. Not yet, at least. I'm overworking the machines a little, might be. You wanna cup?" There's a certain laziness to Bash's mode of speech, words treated with as little regard as the espresso machine.

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-10-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, no...not that story. I mean...it's fascinating. But I want your story. You. Why do you feel so fucking sad?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nothing special. Just a fucking puppy."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You're feeling me? Shit, I'm sorry." It's harder to keep up the playful act when you know it's not working. He lets out a sigh, his hand squeezing gently against Ash's. "It's not a big deal or nothing, really. No one can do nothing to fix it, so I'm gonna just ignore it."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-10-15 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs. "Alright. I ain't your mom. Just...take care of yourself, y'know?"

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-10-15 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be sorry. Please." He squeezes back, goes further and laces their fingers together. "It's a big deal. It's your life. I know we just met but...is there anything I can do?"
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Bash is quiet for a moment. "How about you? You taking care?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2023-10-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"What would you consider the qualifying factors?"
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2023-10-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, a distraction, maybe?"

It's a light, teasing pass rather than seriously pushing in on anything.

[personal profile] professionalriot 2023-10-15 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
He flexes his fingers against Bash's again, a soft boyish smirk on his lips. "What color should I paint your toes?"
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2023-10-15 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
So travel from the demiplane is possible. She raises an eyebrow, but when she doesn't know his thoughts on escape - when he so confidently says it doesn't work like that, she wonders.

"I'm sorry that it doesn't. Of course, if you hadn't come back, we wouldn't have met, but at the same time, with it not being your choice..."