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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] ablativeholopleather 2023-05-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Wayne is becoming slightly more animated as he talks, his food by the wayside for now. He's so pleased to be talking to someone that understands his position on an experiential level.

"Between our proper healer being able to tank whatever was thrown at them, having one of the Dread Knights on our side for full frontal assault and one of my best friends working the AoE angle, we were actually really balanced overall. We're lucky that cool down isn't necessarily an issue, but running out of Will can decide a battle instantly. You can't Snap a Cave Cineast to death just like that, not with the sweeping ability it has. If I've been able to stack statuses on it then maybe but we'd take heavy damage in the process. But I work in bleeding damage overall and as long as you keep up that pressure sometimes attrition actually pays off."
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[personal profile] personachords 2023-05-24 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh..." Okay yeah that got yet another confused look. Congrats you're on a roll today Shiroe.

"Sure? I guess?" Shinsou just sort of...stands there? One hand tucked in his pocket while the other was resting under the scarf around his neck more out of a nervous habit than actually thinking Shiroe was going to attack him.
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2023-05-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
This is ... not normal for Edgar, even after time spent in both Literal Fucking Fairyland and the Bar at the End of the Universe.

"Uh," he says nonetheless, because there's no call to be rude to someone who's helping him, "thanks, man. That your crab?"
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Your Will sound similar to my Mana, in terms of effect. I wonder if my Mana Siphon ability would help with Will recovery for you, in a fight. Also, damn, if there's one thing my party lacks at this point, it's AOE coverage. I have friends who can tag along if that's what's stopping me in a specific scenario, but it's not on hand in the guild, and that sucks. I'd kill for a Sorceror or Summoner to rain terror down. Erm, not that party comp matters here, given I don't have any of the rest of mine around."

Though both Nyanto and Naotsugu would be all in on this discussion if they could be here, too. Hell, anyone from the Debauchery Tea Party would delight in this sort of collab.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Haste! True Guide!" Shiroe's staff glows with blue light that flashes over to Shinsou like lightning, and Shinsou will notice two things: one, his motion is, well, hasted, allowing for greater speed and reflexes. Two: there's a sort of green glowing aiming reticule in the center of his vision, which would make attacking people easier, regardless of means or method.

Of course, both only last for about 15 seconds.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no it's not. But it has a knife. Let's get away from it before, uh. Before the binding breaks. It'll only last about twenty seconds."

Shiroe lightly grabs Edgar's sleeve and tugs him away from the crab with a knife.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of hesitation.

"You saw my light orb, well enough to compare it to a Pocky mascot. Why would a bottle you can read be a problem?"

He's really trying to work through the matter without being too nosy. Yet.
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[personal profile] conclusively 2023-05-24 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
In his mind alone, he snaps with irritation, that he is not some child who needs schooling on how reality works and its definition. He's agitated, he knows, though all visible physical signs are concealed behind a stiff upper lip he's worked on for the past sixteen years. Today is just stressful. It can be handled. The subtlest of breaths.

And, he thinks, his brother would have already driven off this man with jabbing questions like so many prodding sticks. The drive to do better than that is a powerful one.

"No. But I do not dismiss that such happened where you live. Rather I assume that given the general confusion and the exceptional variety of residents on this ship, this corresponds to the reality of a scant few - that Miss Gal Friday, for one."
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[personal profile] dupli_arms 2023-05-24 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
A nervous little thrill runs up Shouji's spine when he hears his name shouted in a familiar voice. When he'd wondered if any of the others had ended up here alongside him, he hadn't expected to see Shinsou Hitoshi coming at him fast and rather desperate. All ears and eyes have whipped around to observe him, the man himself straightening up out of startled tension.

"Shinsou?" His hands come up, though he doesn't come anywhere close to touching, large palms hovering a foot out on either side. "What's wrong, are you alright?" Nevermind their setting, his first concern is for the anxiety seeming to radiate off the smaller boy in waves.
Edited 2023-05-24 02:53 (UTC)
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The Naiad | Identity V

[personal profile] moonlesstides 2023-05-24 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Remove your mask, stranger

A new place, but the trappings are so oddly familiar. Every physical need catered to, and even many emotional ones. Once Grace escapes from the muster drill, she quickly sets about exploring the ship. She has, essentially, one speed when she's levitating - which is slightly faster than most humans sprint - so it might seem like she's in a hurry, but she's not. She pokes her head in here, and then there, staring in silent and wide-eyed wonder at the luxuries of this new place. A true sea, endless food, the strange room with the flashing lights...

The bowling alley gets a lot of her attention. One might find her here for about an hour of that first day, carefully picking up the balls using the hook of her harpoon and throwing them - with surprising force and skill - down the lanes. She's not good at bowling yet, but if she's not stopped, she will be.

You might catch her, later at night, throwing her harpoon down the hallways. Don't worry if it's headed right at you; block it, parry it, turn to steel, it's all fine, because it passes directly through you as if it were made of light and not steel, leaving strange trails of oddly thick, chilly puddles that cling in round shapes like blood cells. More concerning is the immediate panic on Grace's face when she sees you're standing in them. You're getting colder, you're having trouble breathing, your chest is tightening and your heart is slowing -

And Grace is furiously gesturing for you to GET OUT OF THE PUDDLE!

We Have All Laid Aside Disguise But You

Welcome to several hours of Grace's day if no one stops her. The first button that gives the treat intrigues her, but when the second one shocks the absolute shit out of her Grace draws herself up in huffy anger, making a sound that's somewhere between a growl and throwing a fit.

And then she hits it again.

And again.

And again -

Aaaaaaand again -

I Wear No Mask

For someone who is only literate in the most technical of senses, Grace sure starts spending a lot of time in the library. Find her here in an odd little scene; children's books piled up high on a table, surrounded by those odd puddles all around the table, which faintly glow with a blue light not unlike, say, a light from far beneath a deep lake. Every twenty seconds or so, reading through picture books with one pointed nail under the words, she'll set the book down and get up to re-create the circle of water; before your eyes, the original vanishes, just before she finishes the new one.

Attempts to approach will be met by Grace's harpoon, not as a threat but tapping out a rather specific signal: tappity-tap-tappity-TAP!. If you keep approaching the puddle her strange eyes go wide, and she tries to wave you off. Stop! Stop getting closer!

No Mask? No Mask!?

Wildcard.
guildmastermind: (not sure if)

[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"My best guess for Gal Friday would be that she's some form of constructed being who does not need to eat or drink, given the lack of a mouth."

Look, he's not going to try to explain the concept of an NPC right now, but that's definitely in the back of his mind.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
She taps her blindfold. "I can see things with a fate, and so far usually also magical things. An object so attached to someone as to be part of them? Visible. But usually if it's not a person and I can see it, that shit is curst as hell. Think...Excalibur is usually my go-to..."

Erin suspects this guy is not American and she's drawing so many blanks.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Excalibur, I'm familiar with. Video game references are also going to land. Soul Edge, Buster Sword, the Ebony Blade, things like that. But yeah, I get what you mean. Cursed wine isn't on the menu today."

For what it's worth, Shiroe's staff, coat, and the oddly blocky bag worn at his hip are all absolutely magical, though the enchantments on the first two are fairly minor. Protection, magic enhancement.

Shiroe takes a moment to look through the wines, and there's a couple soft sounds of dismay as he reads the labels. "...these can't be right. This wine says it was bottled 437 BC."
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[personal profile] bubblegumheart 2023-05-24 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, right. Sorry!" The Chrissy that woke up on this ship back in October would never have just approached someone to ask a favor without first introducing herself. As it is, she feels slightly mortified. But it's too late to take it back now, so the only thing to do is power through.

"It's nice to meet you, Shinsou. I'm Chrissy Cunningham." A beat, and then- "Welcome to the cruise from hell. You'll either love it here, or you'll hate it."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good, that saves so much explaining.

"Caveat emptor, my man. If you wanna try it I'm not nursing you back to health."
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[personal profile] conclusively 2023-05-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"An advanced form of automata. It would make sense, with her general attitude and refusal to truly elucidate facts."

A being that seemed to live, but did not. He's seen them in exhibitions, touring the country or the world alike.
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
More shuffling around, looking at bottles.

"I haven't found one less than a thousand years old yet. What's going on?"
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"They're just...like that," Erin says with a shrug. "If you want an explanation for their advanced age you're best off asking Ms. Friday. I haven't asked, chiefly because I suspect I can only regret knowing. Which is gonna be a bit of a running theme in my life just to warn you in advance."
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"See, I'm the opposite. I'd rather ask and live on, cursed with the burden of forbidden knowledge."

He finally settles on a bottle of Spanish red wine from the 1100s, after looking around to his satisfaction. "Especially if me knowing means I can protect others who would be happier ignorant."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I've got enough forbidden knowledge as it is. I served my nickel, I get to pick what I don't wanna know." Beat. "That said, look up Lieutenant Tayrey and Peter Smith, they're both of your persuasion and there's far worse people to bounce ideas off of. Bobby B's is this-a-way but you're either gonna want to make peace with whiskey glasses or grab wineglasses. I'm cool with either."
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Clarissa Morningstar | OC

[personal profile] flashedglass 2023-05-24 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
A

Clarissa is here only because that was her only option. The whole compulsion thing. Yeah. But she listens, playing with the lei, observing everyone else who has been dragged into this initiation. The woman leading the muster is...very odd, but it's not polite to stare so she's just...looking anywhere but at the woman's face.

"You ever been on a cruise before?" She asks the person next to her.

B

Clarissa screeches when something grabs her shoulder, jumping away like she's stepped into a spider web and looking around wildly. She's no so foolish as to think this place is normal, but moving shadows were not on her bingo list. She holds her hands to her chest, still eyeing the shadows around her. There is literally no one but herself here.

Something sharp pokes her leg and she looks down to see a kitchen knife on a crab. The crab's shadow seems wrong. Then the shadows moves, but it doesn't match the crab, who has poked her again. NOPE.

She's not a coward, but she's certainly not sticking around. The crab scuttles after her and she screeches again, sprinting away from the tiny creature. Hopefully she won't run into anyone while she's looking over her shoulder.

C

She eagerly pokes the button to the elevator, ready to explore the ship a little more.

"Ouch. Hey."

That was rude. She pokes it again and again it shocks her. She pouts a moment, then the door opens and she slips inside, pressing the button for the next floor up.

"OW. Jesus! FINE." Clarissa steps back out of the elevator, letting it leave without her.

"Gods, what is wrong with this place?"
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"That's my best guess, something of that ilk. But I'm not certain how accurate it might be. How aware she might be, even if she is a created being. It's probably best to treat her like she might be a person, for now."
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Lieutenant Tayrey, Peter Smith. Noted. If you see either of them before me, mention I'd like to meet them?"

Shiroe doesn't bother to grab wineglasses--he's hardly a snob. Look, before becoming a guildmaster, before being sucked into an MMORPG, he was a graduate student. He's very good at 'take what you get' and living on cheap ramen.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-05-24 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Truly this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, possibly involving dipping crab legs in syrup together. Erin nods to show she heard and understands and leads the way out to Bobby B's, where she flops into a comfy chair and digs out a cigar and one of her knives to cut it. It smells, faintly and oddly, of savory herbs; when she lights the thing up you'd swear she was cooking something with garlic.

Shiroe's gonna have to get the glasses, Erin's not gonna knock something over and get yelled at for breaking 'em when the ship is repairing itself so slowly these days.

"So," she says at last, after a few puffs and plenty of time for this guy to get comfy. "You said the last time you were on an Earth. Not to be overly blunt but how many layers of being kidnapped into another dimension are you on, my dude?"
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[personal profile] guildmastermind 2023-05-24 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What a way of phrasing that." He settles into his chair, and lowers his staff into the boxy little bag he wears at his hip, despite the obvious impossibility of that action, given the sizes of the objects involved. Someone has a bag of holding, or the equivalent.

"This is my second layer, if I'm understanding the question correctly."