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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

1. now it's fun to wake up in a strange chateau
[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! We're so glad to have you!
[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.]
2. messing with my mind was fun at the time
[freshly lei'd, your legs are forced to lead out onto the deck and towards your muster station. the same woman is there, carrying a clipboard. this time, she introduces herself as Gal Friday, the cruise director, before immediately going into the muster drill spiel. it is very boring, and you are not allowed to move, except when you are required to show you know how to put your life vest on. you could try to not do this, but Friday will move to stand in front of you very closely and just. look in your direction until such a time that you decide to do it. and I'm sure your fellow passengers want you to just get on with it, too.
but, once it ends? she reiterates her desire to welcome you aboard. and, then, you're free.
well, free to move about the ship at your own leisure, of course. which is a kind of free, and probably the best one you can hope for. you could try to escape, maybe, if you have the means to; Friday certainly won't be one to stop you. that's what the barrier is for, after all.
but, wouldn't you much rather have fun?
the buffet is full. the pool is open. the casino jingles and chimes.
welcome aboard.]
3. lots of mystery in the history of the devils I knew
[you were never alone.
a few days have passed since you first arrived on the Serena Eterna. perhaps you've made yourself a little routine, and settled in a bit. or maybe you haven't done that at all. either way, you're here, and it looks like somebody is pretty pissed off about it.
it starts small. sometimes nearby plates skid off tables, or a pool chair upends while you're walking next to it. and sometimes that chair is aimed right at your head. objects are moving with quickly increasing frequency, and a wide variety of styles: some are dropped, or pushed, and others and others are tossed, but a few of the items are thrown, with great force and odd accuracy. if Friday is around during the lighter moments, she simply titters and cleans up whatever mess is made. if a pot of soup sails off the buffet line and nearly drenches you in boiling minestrone, she simply walks away.
and then there's the voices. hundreds, maybe thousands, calling out. not all are intelligible English, but you seem to understand them anyway. some sound scared, or angry. some are screams, others whispers. some sound entirely strange, while others are achingly familiar. and they're all saying the same exact thing:
Get Out.]
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Yeah, I wouldn't trust anything from them. At least you don't look like you're about to pass out or anything...
[Not that Rita has, like, any medical expertise. She's had enough experimental mishaps to have seen a few burns in her life, but not ones this bad (that weren't immediately dispelled by her friend's magic, anyway).]
Well, I'm no doctor or healer, but why don't you try some real medicine?
[Even if Rita isn't exactly the most charitable person, she can't ignore the injury, so she pulls a small red gummy candy from her pocket.
It's fuzzy with lint.]
...You do recognize these, right?
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but still, she has absolutely no idea what that candy from rita's pocket is supposed to be, but at least the skepticism she favors it with is significantly less hostile than the one she'd favored friday's topical ointment with. still, there's a shrug. )
A melted gummy bear?
( honesty hour, if it's got morphine in it, she might accept. and if it's somehow magic... tbd. )
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[Because to Rita, they're delicious. Lint-covered and all.]
So you've really never seen a medicinal gel either?
[Is that more or less weird than not knowing about magic? Rita honestly can't decide.]
You don't know blastia or magic... How do you power machinery? Are you just relying on physical labour?
[Rita knows there are other sources of power besides aer, but compared to aer and blastia, she's never been as interested in them.]
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to that first question, there's a brief shake of the head. then curiosity can't be restrained, and she's muttering — ) Why would you... ( give that to me, but clarke trails off, successfully distracted by that second question. )
We don't use physical labor past what's required to gather supplies. Everything runs on electricity, gasoline, or thermonuclear power. With that last one being the most powerful.
( hence the absolute devastation rained down on the entire planet — and clarke griffin's face — with the reactors all melted down. literal scorched earth. )
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Anyway, the discussion also has Rita's attention more than insisting the gel's fine, what are you waiting for. Electricity she recognizes, but not the latter two--and there's that nuclear again, which reminds her that Clarke seems to be using the term to mean something specific.]
"Nuclear"... You mentioned that before...or something related, I presume.
[Her eyes flicker to the burns again.]
If it's not magic, what is it?
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deep breath clarke, get it together. explain nuclear fusion. )
It's science. Just on an atomic level.
( a pause. she isn't an authority on the subject, and doesn't want to talk down to rita like she's a child. but it feels like a bit more of an explanation is necessary. the idea of formulas seems a good place to start. )
Atoms. They're the basic particles of a chemical element. They make up everything, like — I guess, if you're making a magic potion, you use a set number of ingredients in a set quantity, which makes a whole part in the end. It's the same for that potion as it is for oxygen, water, carbon dioxide... Even a tree, or a rock, they're all made up of atoms.
Nuclear fusion is what happens to the atoms in stars. And when two atoms collide in space, they create a burst of energy. That energy can be harnessed, and used to power things like space ships or power grids. The heat let off by these chemical reactions can power turbines, which then produce electricity. It is the most efficient form of power.
But if something goes wrong when these atoms collide, and they produce too much energy and get too hot, then the containment space where these reactions are happening melts down and radiation particles escape into the atmosphere. And in large quantities, it's like a wave of fire consuming the land and killing everything in its path.
( hence the ugly burns, thank you for coming to her horrible tedtalk. )
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So that's what you meant before...
[About the radiation burns. It sounds like a poor replacement for blastia in Rita's (biased) opinion, but she's never heard of atom fusion like this.]
You're not talking about a normal chemical reaction...and inside the stars...
But--how do you know all this? How do you know what happens inside a star?
--Wait, did you say something about spaceships? Who the hell are you?
[All of these come out in rapid succession as Rita's brain processes it all--she doesn't know whether to believe it, not until she can study and understand it for herself, but it's all both fascinating and shocking at the same time.]
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Clarke Griffin.
( but the rest is just... like rita might probably feel being asked to explain magic, clarke struggles to neatly summarize realities she'd taken as scientifically proven fact her entire life. she's never been an amazing teacher, and even less so when actively distracted and still set on trying to gauge her surroundings and figure out how to escape.
It's all been... These are old discoveries by my standard. I was born on a spaceship. I — what year are you from?
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Far more important is Clarke claiming they're old discoveries--just how old, Rita wonders--and somewhere between disbelieving and stunned, she's probably making a pretty weird expression when Clarke even says she was born on a spaceship.]
What...what do you mean, what year? Don't tell me you're trying to say you're from the future or the past or something! This isn't a fairy tale!
[Before she even knows it, Rita's letting her frayed nerves get the better of her. This all has to be some...delusion, right?]
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It was 2149 where I'm from. I met someone else who's from the year 3006. ( get the facts out of the way, so she can level the other girl with what she's gleaned of the bigger picture here. ) We've all just been kidnapped, supposedly dragged through space and time, and dumped on a boat in the middle of absolutely nowhere, with a tour guide who doesn't have a face but still manages to see. Where people apparently can't even die, let alone control where they're walking. Food is coming out of the walls, and the musical instruments are playing themselves.
And the fact maybe we're all from different times — with different cultures, different medicines, different crisis's, and different technology — is what you're getting stuck on?
( best start believing in fairy tales, ms. mordio. )
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(Because she doesn't want to be reminded of that other ghost ship, and the illusory village from the past that the other tried to say may not have been such an illusion after all, because that doesn't happen, and neither do ghosts)]
Because there's no way we're from different times! That's impossible!
And who the hell says we can't die?! Did you actually try it?
[She says it almost like it's a challenge, like this is the part that clearly means it's all nonsense.]
[Rita's denial is very, very strong. And her fear, but she can be in denial about that too.]
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did you actually try it? )
Not yet.
( clarke, please. but that is a fair question, she also still has doubts about literally everything she's learned so far while on board. )
Gal Friday told me the only impossible things here are going home and dying. ( yanno, our faceless host. or she had at least said that properly dying was difficult to achieve, but specifics aren't that important in this getting to know you phase. ) Timeline differences wasn't included on that list.
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Oh, and because the faceless freak said so, you just believe her? Are you stupid?!
[Rita might be slightly better at interacting with people now, but, well. She still has a ways to go.]
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so here she is, taking a step right into rita's personal space and dropping her voice to a fierce whisper. it's half conspiratorial, half a play at intimidation because jesus christ, child, we're deep in enemy territory, shut up. )
Of course I don't. But figuring out what's a lie and what's the truth gives me somewhere to start.
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It does get her to...if not exactly shut up, at least stop shouting, as she finally turns the volume down to normal conversation levels. She still scowls, though, because she's stubborn like that.]
So--how do you expect to figure that out? You realize there's only one way to actually test whether or not someone can die, right?
[And for all her scientific curiosity, that's the kind of experiment Rita's not interested in, and she doesn't want to see anyone else doing it, either. They have enough to worry about without any mass murders going on.]
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I'm not going to kill anyone, if that was your concern.
( offended, and dismissive. but it'd be a lie to say she hadn't considered it for a half-second. the handgun in the waistband of her shorts beneath the hazmat suit is a very notable heavy weight sometimes. )
But if dying is so commonplace here that it doesn't even matter, or last, it's only a matter of time before someone here can tell me if she was right or wrong.
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Hey, I wasn't concerned.
[okay she was but]
No matter what she says, that's impossible. Dead people don't come back to life. And I don't know about you, but I don't plan on dying here, either.
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Dead people don't come back to life where I'm from either. I don't know about you, but this place is nothing like my home. It might do you more good to stretch your definition of impossible until we're proven otherwise.
( that last part of rita's complaint is legit though. not dying is a great idea — again, in case friday was wrong or willfully lying. so yeah, sure, stay alive. )
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and the power of friendship, there are plenty of seemingly-impossible things one can do.Coming back from the dead just isn't one of them. (And she is going to be in for a major freakout when proven otherwise, eventually, but anyway-)]
Hey, it doesn't matter where you're from--when you're dead, you're dead. You don't come back; that's it! Not even magic can bring someone back.
[She says it with a scowl and a final, dismissive wave. Clarke isn't going to change her mind on this right now.]
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she's also hella stubborn, and like recognizes like.
a brief moment spent narrowing her gaze, assessing rita's resilient attitude and dismissive wave. then clarke's finally backing up a step. on the tip of her tongue is the easy, barbed retort: your magic, maybe. just like the supposed lack of mind control the other girl was capable of, despite what they'd all experienced while walking onto the deck. but that's not helpful here. )
I guess we'll have to wait and find out.
( terrible idea. sets a horrible bitter taste spreading across her tongue just having said it. waiting sounds like the opposite of what they ought to be doing with lives in danger, immortal by association with the serena eterna or not. )
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Maybe, after a few more days--for the situation to really sink in, to realize that they are kind of in this together, that there are weird forces at work that she can't explain--Rita will start to come around. Maybe. (Or she could just dig in even more stubbornly, particularly about the ghosts.)
For now, she shoots Clarke a dubious look, because so far it doesn't really sound like Clarke actually plans to wait around to find out--and neither does Rita, but that doesn't automatically mean they can trust each other right away--but she still automatically retorts-]
Wait all you want. I'm finding a way back before that happens.
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but if the other girl ends up coming around — and maybe if clarke manages to settle the heck down — she wouldn't hold this entire experience against the other. it's a big ask to keep your head and think reasonably when faced with an abrupt upheaval of time, space, and reality. anyone outright logical and calm in this situation might just be a little broken; a lost cause, when that stubborn anger was what she'd come to rely on to save her life more often than not.
don't give up, don't bend your ideals, don't compromise your end goals. but also don't heckin' look at her like that anymore, rita. clarke is now taking this impasse as an opportunity to shut the entire conversation down and continue on her miserable way. but, politely. with a nice goodbye, in the form of the flattest, most unenthusiastic: )
Good luck.
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[It's a response as equally sincere and enthusiastic as Clarke's, and then Rita goes back to exploring.
As much as she despises so many of the topics that came up, much of what the older girl said will remain in the back of her mind for days to come, though.]