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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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This chick knew her stuff.
"Could be," she said, letting her hand fall to one side. Not everyone was a handshaker. She respected that. "Although, between you and me, I'm not really much of a hunter." Although Joseph used to jokingly call her 'little huntress.' Mostly just to annoy her. Before she realized that she loved him.
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Kore had completely missed the meaning of the gesture of the handshake, as she didn't know what it was. "And I prefer city over meadow," she admitted with a small laugh.
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Then, of course, there was the dreaded Midwest, which Diana absolutely loathed.
This girl, though, definitely wasn't a Midwesterner.
"So where ya from, Kore?" she asked, absently twisting the ring on her left hand, like she always did when she wasn't sure what else to do with her hands. "I'm getting a European vibe off of ya."
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As she lead, Diana would get a view of her back - largely bare save for the artful twisting and draping of her dress, notable for its lack of joining seams, clearly made from one piece of fabric and embroidery. "Rome. I was born in Gaul, but I have no memory of it, taken into Italia when I was very young. Rome being the first place I remember."
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That was the first warning klaxon to go off in Diana's head. Although, she supposed, she should have been wary before. Arty and Selene never trusted strangers. Diana always did. It was a problem.
But Gaul. That was too old-timey to ignore.
Was Kore a Cainite? It was obviously the first thought to cross Diana's mind. She didn't look like a Cainite, though. And Diana was pretty sure she was breathing, that her heart was beating. But who else talked about Gaul?
"Rome," she said, biting down on her lower lip as she follows Kore. "Never been there. I hear it's beautiful. Always wanted to visit the Trevi and St. Peter's Basilica."
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"Some of it is. But there are areas of alleyways so narrow you must pass single file with little cracks and holes for robbers or worse to hide. Fires happen in the poor areas often, even in the nice areas and some," like her Dominus, "take advantage."
Kore turned to look at Diana. "I'm not familiar with either, apologies."
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Option one: The chick was lying about being from Rome.
Option two: Well...she was sure there had to be some kind of option two.
"How about the Colosseum?" she asked, uneasily.
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And Diana might have gone with that, if the chick was a Cainite. Except she wasn't. She was a living, breathing person. A living, breathing person who was clearly acting out some Roman epic fantasy. In all fairness, Diana had been through the golden age of Hollywood and had been super into movies like Ben-Hurr and Quo Vadis. Mostly for the pageantry and the costumes and the romance.
She got it.
But seriously...what was she supposed to do with this? Was it a joke? Was it serious? Something in between?
"Yeah," she said, aiming for diplomatic. "Well, I'm not a fan of killing innocent animals..."