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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] chipsahoy 2023-06-15 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am utterly failing my students and my sensitivity courses. Right. It/its. Um, not to be rubbing shark scales backward or anything but, as a...liberated manufactured individual, why would you choose to use pronouns that objectify and depersonify instead of say, gender neutrals like they/them? Also, the Asimov Laws of Robotics were incredibly short-sighted anyways, and frankly - personal opinion - if you're going to create intelligent and emotional people, machines or not, it's abysmally arrogant to the point of monstrous to hold them to higher morality restrictions than their creators. Just smacks of the hypocrisy of Gods in most religions. No, thank you," he huffs, dusting himself off more for effect than anything.

"Side note: I say this without any sarcasm whatsoever; Security is an adorable name. Well done."
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-15 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Grief? Oh, no no no, you misundertand. I'm far less troubled by this scenario than the myriad others I could have found myself in. To be perfectly honest, I'm not that surprised by the situation at all. In fact, I had planned for something similar, but wouldn't you know it, I don't have any of my supplies for just this sort of instance? I was in the middle of something entirely unrelated and made a dreadful miscalculation. I'm on the verge of tears because I'm here and none of my things are. Including my favorite pillow," he grouses, looking at the soda, then Wayne, sighing deeply.

"I could eat, yes," he admits, looking around a moment before leaning in and whispering loudly.

"They don't make you eat strange dishes that squirm around or talk to you or any such nonsense, do they? I've watched far too many science-fiction comedies for it to be a joke at this point."
Edited 2023-06-15 20:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-06-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
So the Roomba has an American accent. Specifically a New England one, coastal Yankee, and she's deeply amused. "An experiment? Damn, here I was hoping your tummy had the rumblies that only ship parts could satisfy. To what fuckin' end are you making a mess?"
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-15 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"It speaks," the scoffs, drawing back slightly before propping fists on sharp hips and staring down at the salt, dismissing any and all oddity in favor of conversation.

"Well, someone mentioned this place being haunted, and more than once I've felt something but I can neither see nor fully sense what it may be. I'm hypothesizing that's because I've learned to identify supernatural and paranormal things in my own reality, but because I'm in another one, it's like being on the wrong side of a two-way mirror. So I'm using various methods that accomplish what I want from my world to see what does or doesn't work in this one. Trial and error, the simplest form of experimentation the universe has to offer," he muses aloud, glancing then over to the peculiar entity he finds himself conversing with.

"If you don't mind my asking, what exactly are you? You sound distinctly American, and while I haven't seen all of the people in the states, I do believe I can confidently say none of them look quite like..." he trails off, motioning towards his companion.

"Then again I have heard a lot of strange things about Florida."
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[personal profile] pinballer 2023-06-15 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit. Eddie?

[ He knows that this might not be the same Eddie he knew. Judging by his reaction to the orientation, it probably wasn't. Everyone who'd already been here before and remembered it knew that it was futile to try and dodge the stupid orientation, and even more futile to try and get sent back home. ]

Yeah, it fucking sucks. Welcome to the shitshow.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-06-15 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wrong kind of haunted. One moment..."

The roomba vanishes behind a haze of crackling gunpowder, which rises; the scents of sex, charcoal, and lavender mix with the smoke. When it clears (sort of; sparks appear in the air infrequently, popping and replacing themselves) there's a tall woman in a green blindfold, currently dressed in one of her several military lolita outfits.

Her pointed ears twitch while she offers a hand to shake.

"Erin Peters, do call me Erin. Welcome aboard."
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well-reasoned," he compliments, patting her arm where it's still hooked in his. "But not completely correct. I was attacked and stabbed by that menace, but not killed. It was the woman who took that upon herself. Five times, in fact." And with the three day delay in reviving, that means he's been attempting to complete this circuit for a good half a month.

"I'm not interested in revenge. I would rather not meet either of them again. Though, on a ship this small I don't doubt that our paths may yet cross. When they do, I likely have more to fear for my own safety. He was was going on about the stress of wedding planning. How long, I wonder, until he seeks to relieve his stress on me again? It was all utterly unprovoked."
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-15 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's really a shame that I cannot taste food. The smell is divine." That is said with genuine regret. He's always hated that he cannot properly enjoy Max's work. It's a cruel twist of fate that his pet would be someone so devoted to making and perfecting food when Erik possesses no taste buds. It also means Wayne has no reason to feel guilty for keeping the treat.

"Who doesn't love a kind-hearted baker, eh?" Well, it sounds like Max has been busy, as usual. This is what always happens if he doesn't keep that man on a short leash. No wonder Erik has been met with such an aggressive """welcoming party."""

"I take it there must be a kitchen here that is free for public use? Unless he's managed to sweet talk his way back into the staff areas."
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-15 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to be very turned around and confused for a very long time by the sorts of things I see here, aren't I?" He sighs softly, extending his own hand and giving a firm, polite shake. Though he had leaned back and flinched from the transformation, he didn't seem too startled or shocked. Just cautious, if anything.

"Call me Chip," he murmurs, waving about his face in an effort to dispel the scents more than the sparks, clearing his throat softly.

"Wrong sort of haunting, though? How do you mean? There are dozens of different kinds of haunting and I'm just trying to figure out the nature of this one. Are you saying salt is the wrong medium to use at this moment? Or that it isn't in any way supernatural?"
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-15 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He stops in the middle of the corridor and looks her up and down with an expression of tired boredom. (It's a bluff, he's already sizing up how likely she is to take a swing at him with those impressive claws.)

"Do you intend to attack me as well?"
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[personal profile] bubblegumheart 2023-06-15 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"You should be able to move now."

It's been a little while, but she remembers enough of how her first day had gone to know that much, at least. She's not particularly happy about the fact that he's here again, though she'd be lying if she tried to claim she's not happy to see him. The fact that he doesn't seem to remember anything could be good, or it could be bad.
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2023-06-15 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Daisy nods her head to the side, shoulder rising to nearly meet it. "Probably not. I'm on a murder break. Bad for my health. But, fair warning? I'd probably win if I did. So, you know. Keep that in mind."

She's not actually entirely sure how true that is, it's not like she ever tried to fight Erik before, but she likes her odds and she's got the air of predatory confidence down-pat regardless. Practice from years of being the heaviest hitter in the room who's killed dozens of monsters in her time.

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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-06-15 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You haven't met the skeleton yet, have you?" Erin flashes an easy smile and tries to remember her mortal occult principles. How to describe - got it. "Informative question for ya: how haunted would you say a homonculus is?"
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2023-06-15 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
César transfers his cup to his other hand and shakes it. "César Salazar. I might be having a bit of a tease at your expense. One of my husbands is British. We do have a dessert buffet that doesn't have button, an ice cream shop, and a few stores that have candy."
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-15 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Husbands? Plural?" he asks, turning his head slightly and cocking a brow before shrugging it off with a long-suffering sigh.

"Well, I'd be interested in anywhere I can get some sweets, right now. Pastries wouldn't be bad. I'm not a huge fan of ice cream but that's mostly because I don't like food with an expiration date less than ten minutes into the future," he remarks, turning in search of somewhere to properly discard his cup, rendered useless in its emptiness.
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-06-16 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Lady Cassandra de Rolo," she introduces herself, with an inclination of the head and shoulders and a brush of one hand along a fold of her skirt, a stylized sketch of a curtsy. "A pleasure to meet you, Dr. Hallewell. Chip. Do please call me Cassandra; most here do."

A beat. "Depends on the definition? I take it that demons and hells aren't well documented, where you come from?"
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[personal profile] bedrockfriend 2023-06-16 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Bolshevik, or Barnum?" he goads, poking his elbow into Arthur's back. "Lions in the wardrobe and my dapper English gentleman all dressed up like a damn clown while you're scrounging for free peanuts."

Though he can't help but notice, now more than ever when they're this close together, that Arthur still hasn't made eye contact with him. Seems determined to avoid it, in fact. And so his free arm comes up, trying not to shift Arthur as he does so, to tentatively wave it in front of where Arthur's eyes are turned currently, seeing if that gets a reaction at all. "You sure you didn't land on your head when you hit the deck here?"
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-16 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, they are! Just only by a select few. There are a lot of religions, of course, and they usually don't know the first thing about what's going on, but they certainly preach a lot and think they know. And then there are the ones that do know and don't preach, and don't share that information at all for a lot of very good reasons, and some not so good. Furthermore, one man's demon is another man's God. Ergo, your definition may be vastly different from another's," he explains with a crooked grin and a small bob of his head.

"I'm really being facetious more than anything. This is far too posh to be any sort of real 'eternal torment' Hell, so it has to be something more complicated than all that, I imagine. I'm just fussing for lack of else to do."
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[personal profile] bedrockfriend 2023-06-16 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm lookin', Spaceman," and now he's keeping the nickname just to tick Crichton off because it's funny. "And all I'm getting right now is that Hell's a lot classier than I would've figured for a guy who sure as shit wasn't going to the other place. I heard stories about the boats my folks came in on and they weren't anywhere near as nice as this."

He puts his drink down so he can reach into his jacket, and pull out his communicator from the inside pocket. "Though if you're the expert on all that H.G Wells bullshit, mind explaining to a poor detective what exactly I'm looking at, here?"
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-06-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," dryly, "despite the ships name, it isn't eternal. Or at least, the experiences of individuals here aren't eternal. I'm afraid torment is indeed a feature, though."

The dryness gives way to a kind of somber regard. "Not unceasing, as you can see, but recurring. We're waiting for the next."
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[personal profile] theotherright 2023-06-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
No reaction, not even a flicker.

"Well if I had known you were going to visit, I would have asked the lion to help me find a suit," mutters Arthur, while he wonders which of the epidemic of ship deaths and resurrections broke his sense of normality enough that he's able to keep his voice light despite the freakout that's trying to escape.

Shining a light on it is a bad idea. Something convulses in his throat and chest, and he has to breathe oddly to recover, tense again. He wants Parker to see him composed, somewhat on top of things, not... not a mess.

He shakes his head decisively at that last comment. "It's all real, Parker. Impossible, absurd, and unfair, but it's true. Though believe me, when first I awoke here I favoured other explanations."
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[personal profile] chipsahoy 2023-06-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes! So, it's just real life then? A series of highs and lows with the only predictable part being how unpredictable it is. Could certainly be worse. I was rather concerned, at first. In my line of research and work, the sorts of places one can find oneself in are tremendously horrifying and typically tear the mind to ribbons long before they can escape. Then again," he turns slowly, looking around with a thoughtful expression.

"Could still prove that way."
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[personal profile] bedrockfriend 2023-06-16 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
While Arthur sure can keep his thoughts to himself like his life depends on it, there's not a lot in the way of body language that he can hide from Parker. And he's caught every single shake and tremor so far - and knowing that Arthur can't see him, a frown is finally crossing his features.

"You mind showing me where you did wake up, so we can have a bit of privacy for this one?" There's a grin in his voice, faux awkwardness to let Arthur save face. "'cos frankly, Les, I don't know how much more I can take of this place 'fore I start having my fair share of hysterics over it all."
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[personal profile] serialskiller 2023-06-16 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Security doesn't take a deep breath in the physical sense, but there's a bit of a visible pause as it answers. It's still not making eye contact, seeming to look past Chip's shoulder.

"Gender feels like a semantic game for me. He, she, they, thon, ter--all of those are labels that have a meaning, even the 'neutral' ones. Asking me about gender is as meaningless as it would be to ask you whether you're a ComfortUnit, a SecUnit or a CombatUnit. Sure, you could pick one of those arbitrarily, but they don't actually relate to you in a way that's meaningful. Right? Besides, it took me just about that whole year to muster enough personhood to pick a name, rather than using my designation or an alias. The pronouns don't matter, except for how they do."
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2023-06-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh man, goals. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Ylva is, as ever, a creature of the moment, of whim rather than reason.

"You'll know I can kill you," she calls back, shortly, "and that you don't make the rules. That's enough for me."