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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] maximumcake 2023-05-29 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Max is no less perplexed by any of this. Fairies? Made him... forget? He's so lost.

"Um. I guess? I'm sorry, I'm really confused right now. Are you sure it's me you're thinking of?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2023-05-29 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry if that's news to you." Those cabins are not large, either.

"I'm Max Maximum. Nice to meet you. I'm actually newer than a lot of people but it has been a few months now. A lot of really friendly people showed me the ropes on my first days here so I'm paying it forward."
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2023-05-29 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace's relief that he understood is almost instantly turned into unpracticed laughter when Voyager says 'bubble voice'; her laugh is trilling and short, like she's not sure how to laugh properly (which, well, she isn't). The Naiad favors the little golden thing with an equally short and shy smile, and leans over to offer her hand out to him to shake.

~My name is Grace, little golden thing. I know who to ask, I believe, and if I get an answer I will bring it to you.~
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2023-05-29 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Swing and a whiff. Grace snarls, but her gaze finds her prey quickly; what might it say about her, that her first instinct when Flan teleports isn't 'where did she go' but rather, 'she must still be nearby'? Grace throws the harpoon again - puddles are forming everywhere on this deck now - and surges towards the stairs at an incredible speed, heart pounding with the chase.

There must be some limit. Grace just has to wear this chatterer down.
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2023-05-29 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow this guy talks a lot. He reminds her, a bit, of the gentleman Jack, both from an ineffable air of what Jack would call 'high society' (Grace has no idea what high society is, only that Jack was of it, and that this man reminds her of Jack) and from the way he casually lays out a great deal of information as if she's meant to understand what it means. At least now she can ask what he means...

But courtesy demands she answer his first, at least. Grace wracks her brain for the things Jack has said to her and comes on what she's looking for; Arthur is treated to an awkward but earnest curtsy. ~My name is Grace, mister vampire, and it is the only name ever given me. But...what exactly... is a vampire? You remind me more of a gentleman I knew.~
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[personal profile] besixdouze 2023-05-29 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It's an odd sort of laugh to hear, but not a bad one. Not at all. Voyager beams back up at her, and readily takes her offered hand to return the handshake.

(His own hand is small but warm, very warm, just shy of too hot. While hers, meanwhile, is quite cool...oh...is that some webbing, between her fingers? Huh.)

"Okay! It's good, that you know someone. I look forward to finding out. Grace is a nice name...mine is Voyager. But, I guess I'm pretty golden too...hehe..."

Others have given him nicknames in the past, after all, and this one is quite nice. He doesnt mind it!

Otherwise...well. In the end he hasn't learned much here, really, where the strange parallel aura with Euclides might be concerned...but that's alright. Grace doesn't seem to know much about that either way, and even if he wanted to press more, Voyager's now quite distracted by other matters.

"Did you only get your bubble voice really recently? You're doing pretty good with it so far. Talking can be tricky, whether it's bubbles or not! It took me awhile, to get the hang of words at first."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-05-29 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She breathes out, slowly, silently. "That sounds ... a little familiar."

(The last part of it, the unspoken part, would sound even more familiar if she were aware of it.)
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2023-05-29 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wha -- hey!"

Chasing down the crab when it isn't actually coming at him isn't as easy as it looks; that thing can move. Edgar sidesteps a few people on the deck with a few mutters of excuse me, so sorry, and hurries after the crab and its new rider.
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[personal profile] neverleave 2023-05-29 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods at "the star people." The Gemini constellation, guides and patrons of all who navigate the dark sea.]

Yeah, I was their friend. [He will never utter the word "Master" and Pollux, at least, was a friend. She was wise and kind, and he appreciated her perspective even when it was frustrating.] They weren't defeated. No one can leave here willingly, but... people disappear sometimes. There's no rhyme or reason to it.

[He wonders if their souls are still around, or if they vanished to wherever the ghosts in the crew cabins went.]

Are you a god, like them?
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[personal profile] astrogator 2023-05-29 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Radiant lass? Now he sounds like one of the more flirtatious downstation types. Ari flashes him a bright smile, but doesn't otherwise encourage him. They aren't downstation, after all.]

I see you're familiar with our Doctor Watson! I don't usually hold with reading fiction, but I made an exception for some of his. They're entertaining enough, even if the cultural references are lost on me.

[Which leads neatly back to his question.] I'm a spacer. Lieutenant astrogator aboard the TS Prosperity. Before that, home was a Company-owned colony. Cardalek. [She has guessed, of course, that he'll be unfamiliar.] It's alright if you don't know it. None of the Earthers do. My ship sailed the stars. Interstellar trade, and protection of the trading routes and our insured colonies all the way down the lines to the frontier.

[She may be underestimating just how unusual it'll seem to him. She carries on, regardless.] The faceless woman is local, yes. She's called Friday. Our captor is local, too. The lunatic calling himself a captain. [With a dismissive shake of her head, she adds:] I know captains, and that man is not a qualified or certified captain by any measure, on any planet. How we got here? Interdimensional kidnapping. [That much must be obvious. She moves on briskly.] Now what'll we have first? Supply inventory, or drinks? I can send word to Doctor Watson that you want to meet with him, when the time comes.
Edited 2023-05-29 18:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] flashedglass 2023-05-29 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Clarissa frowns. "Columbia. I'm there on scholarship"

The strange person seems oddly cheerful for such a circumstance. Though, this place might not be a bad place to be. Cruises always looked like fun and she's been fairly carefree aside from the whole what happens after 21.

"I'm hoping it will be more holiday than not."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Well this isn't the best first impression Erin could have possibly made on a new passenger, but fuck it, she's doubling down. With Ody scurrying away (not like she can steer him), she starts singing

She's even doing the accent.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Erin steeples her fingers.

Takes a deep breath.

"...So anyone told you we just get assigned roommates sometimes?"
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Badass," Erin says with all signs of absolute enthusiasm. "You're in a bit of good company here as far as that goes. If you catch a tall guy with owl wings around he's got, well, owl hearing, which he can't turn off. He is in fact probably hearing me suggest that you meet him right now. He's Phil, really chill guy. The tailor you're lookin' for is Okie, about yea high, younger fella, deeply hilarious."
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ah. Great.”

He already resents his potential roommate. It’s not their fault, but introvert hours needs introvert space.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
“You understand what it’s like?” He manages the ghost of a smile for her.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it better or worse if I tell you the roommate choices seem to either have themes or jokes? My room contains both of the ship's blind women, which, like, honestly worked out great, but also the fuck, y'know?"
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
“Damage output, movement speed, accuracy, dodge. And on the other end, restraining movement, decreasing accuracy, distracting sound, and some nasty combo attacks. I’ve got binding thorns that explode when someone else hits the target with a physical attack.”

He’s not quite smug, but he is proud of his kit. Everyone else can be big Damn heroes. He’ll give them what they need to do that.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’m not sure that makes it much better, no.”

He sighs heavily. “I’ll deal with it, though. No choice, right?”
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2023-05-29 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace nods, and lets her hand drop back to the children's books. ~I have never been able to speak, but when I came here...that changed. I know the power of words, and longed for them, and now it is mine. When I master reading I will be truly mighty at last.~

The thought brings a satisfied look to her face; not a smile, but something more along the lines of a predator that has finally cornered its meal.

~You remind me of someone I know. Have you seen a young boy whose head is a sack full of mice? He can usually be found with an axe unless he's gotten into the flare guns again.~
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not no choice, but sharply restricted, yes." Erin sighs. "Just don't do what a few people have did now and end up camping out in the library or something, we can and will mock you forever. But it ain't all bad. Folks have been...very understanding. If you get roomed with an experienced passenger I can't imagine any issues."

Mostly because the potentially problematic ones have roommates already.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"...hey, I might not have picked the library. It seems like the sort of place people visit regularly. I'd have found someplace quieter."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-29 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"...We've got a nice cozy morgue?"
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-29 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll see how bad my roommate actually is before making that decision."