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TEST DRIVE MEME #3
1. you're the only one you owe (GUEST STARRING:
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selenokinesis and creepyoldguy)[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 Passengers(s),
You'll be unable to leave your cabin until you read this note. Congratulations on making it past the first step. Keep reading if you wish, as I have information to share with you, as a fellow passenger stuck aboard this ship. Or don't continue reading, and burn the note. I'm not particularly invested either way, especially if you choose to throw away valuable warnings.
Watch out for the Captain.
Be cautious what you sign up for.
If you die, you'll come back to life eventually, though I would recommend you try not to die.
Your life is the Captain's plaything.
Do not think for one moment that someone isn't watching you.
With that aside, I am now contractually obligated to tell you the following: You will find a life jacket within your cabin's closet, and you are required to bring it with you to your assigned muster station on deck one. A companion and I will take you through the drill. If you cannot find us, look for a tall male with white hair and blue eyes and a friendly-looking man with unkept brown hair and a winning smile.
Respectfully,
Moon Master Ebalon
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 two people standing at the front of the crowd: an exhausted-looking man with white hair who seems rather displeased that he's been roped into this, and a man with a wide grin, bright green tips on his hair, and amber eyes. the latter is waving cheerfully, having an armful of leis. he quite happily puts them around people’s necks and while they’re distracted, attempts to dip them into a kiss.
as he’s basically a walking corpse, and smells like one to boot, it’s not exactly hitting the jackpot. but, he does at least listen to the word “NO”.
the tired-seeming man ignores this and announces over the drone of chattering passengers like yourself,]
Welcome to the Serena Eterna. Do try to enjoy your stay here; it is rather permanent in nature, huhu.
[and from next to his companion, the… er, overly-affectionate man who sounds as though he smokes ten packs a day rasps,]
You’re all doomed!
[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.
after the duo complete the drill, you'll find that your legs suddenly obey your command, for what that's worth.
welcome aboard, passenger. we hope you enjoy your stay.]
2. one by one they'll do you in
[it starts, as most things do, with a table lamp. floating down a hallway, or the length of the promenade. ambling at a distinct clip: one-two-three-KICK, one-two-three-KICK.
and that's... not immediately concerning. after all, things float around here all the time; usually plates and drinks, but maybe the shades want to mix it up a bit. the lamp is alone for about a half hour before it is joined by others. a pillow. some knickknack from the ship store. Friday's clipboard. an empty vodka bottle. all have lined up, one in front of the other, and lead a procession snaking around the ship, growing with each passing hour. anyone familiar with the concept would begin to recognize it as a massive conga line.
there is a small chance you will want to join of your own free will. most likely, you will not want that. this does not matter: something compels you, like pins and needles in your feet, to join the dance. and once you have joined in... your body fights your mind on the subject, even as it grows more and more tired.
you pass by a familiar face. they could help pull you out. or you could pull them in.]
3. the price of vice foretold
[the scent of citrus and coconut rum hangs heavy in the air. there is a new storefront on the promenade, tucked between Sand Dollars and John's in a place where you are very certain there was not enough space to tuck a store before.
the clothes for sale are... a lot. like, a lot a lot. but, there are quite a lot of choices, though they do seem to repeat a little, once you've gone in far enough. in fact, even if you actively attempt to find it, you can't seem to find the back of the store. you can see a wall, sure, but it never seems to get any closer, even as you walk towards it.
be forewarned: the infinite tommy bahama does not have food or water.]
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...Never mind what he'd felt Luffy do while fighting Kaido. He hadn't been close enough to confirm anything. And that doesn't matter now, it doesn't apply to this. He has to compartmentalize that for later. ]
Well. This place is full of fun surprises, isn't it? [ The sarcasm is evident.
Anyway. He needs to focus on the matter at hand. (Literally.) He's struggling, but he's done this before, so maybe that can help him. He's putting everything he can into just moving his hand, and finally, his fingers twitch, and he's able to pull his hand ever-so-slightly away from the standing lamp's "hip". ]
Let me at least get us out of this one. [ Law turns his hand, palm down, and lifts his wrist. There's a small swirl of air, then suddenly, a round sphere-shaped film generates around Law's hand, then grows and grows until it's large enough to surround not only Law and Stede, but a small seating area that they're passing by, as well. ]
Room.
[ Nothing feels different in Law's room, but now he's able to move things around - including himself. Speaking of which... ]
Chambres.
[ With a motion of his hand, Law swaps places with a small chair from the seating area. It seems to seamlessly take his place in the conga line, immediately moving in time with the rest of the line.
...It occurs to him that he could just walk away, but he's beginning to accept that getting any headway here is going to mean making connections with others, if even just for information, and this guy's been fine so far, so... ]
Want me to pull you out, or are you thinking you'll dance a little longer?
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Room? What Ro- AH
[a yelp as he's suddenly holding a chair]
How the hell did you do that? You did do that, didn't you?
[and then]
Oh, god, if you could? I'm going to be limping for days.
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I ate the Ope Ope Fruit. [ Where he's from, this is the most natural thing in the world to say, and is much more explanatory than it is here. Oops. Law doesn't realize that just yet. ] I can manipulate anything inside the room.
[ Then, he starts to walk away. He's intent on finding somewhere to sit, now that he's removed this area's two chairs. Maybe there's somewhere he can get a drink nearby.
He does look over his shoulder to see if Stede's coming, but offering an actual invitation is a little beyond him. ]