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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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Her eyes flick up to Sanji again.]
You must have hit your head really hard. Look at me, I have horns.
[She points a finger towards one of the white protrusions sticking out from her pink hair. Back where she was from, her horns alone were enough to make people see her as unattractive. Surely now that she confirmed they weren't hair accessories he'd do the same.
Right?]
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Is that what those are? Horns? [He beams at those horns with such energetic earnest that it has to be genuine, fingers grasping longingly at air as he holds himself back from feeling up the real deal.] They're so cute I thought they were ears! I was looking forward to seeing them perk up while you praised me!
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If you touch them, I'll cut your fingers off.
[And she's certainly done her fair share of maiming and dismemberment. Just ask Nana. But Lucy has a burning question of her own that she can't hold back anymore.]
Aren't you disgusted by them? My horns?
[She tries searching his eyes and body language for any signs of deceit, but can't find anything.]
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[It's more of a whine than a genuine protest. Sanji wants so badly to just grab them!! But he wants to make her happy even more, so he can't do anything but hold back. Now he'll never know the pleasure of poking at a cute girl's horns.
He's not about to hold back his praise though. Lucy is currently speaking to the man who made a two-faced murderess fall to her knees in tears because he told her that her creepy third eye was beautiful. He's anything but disgusted. He's honestly turned on, excited just from looking at them.]
How could I be?! They're positively orgasmic! A mesmerizing bonus to your already stunning beauty! I'd stare at them all day if I could!
[The fact that he's not being deceitful in the slightest is what's freaky at this point. He is way too into this, throwing his arms out every which way in his attempt to emphasize just how hot he is for her.]
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[That's a first when it comes to someone describing her horns, and it's so shocking to hear that her eyes widen for a moment. While she's not about to break down into tears, the way he's coming off so strongly is starting to truly creep Lucy out now.]
You'd better take a cold shower then. I like someone else.
[Even though she can't be with Kouta anymore, she's far from moving on from the loss when the memories of her death are still very fresh in her mind. Also, the only reason she's mentioning that she likes someone else is in hope that it'll drive Sanji away.]