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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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the accent is recognizable. one doesn't travel all across europe without picking up certain aspects of language, and by all means while robin might not notice everything in front of his face? this one is in his wheelhouse. ]
Oh! I have. A fork, a spoon, a plate...
[ he counts these things on his fingers. ]
... a mop and a bucket. And your winnings.
[ the cleaning tools? the marks where he had to defend himself, the redness on his forearms and his ankles, are testaments to his earlier trials. ]
I think it's ghosts. [ a half-giggle. ] Boat's haunted!
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... So you know it's ghosts. [ Huh! ] Well, that saves time. [ She runs her fingertips over the chips in her hand, contemplative. ] I think I'd like to trade these in. Would you care to join me?
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[ like, out of all of the unlikeliest things, aren't ghosts the most suspect? then again robin's pretty unflappable; probably helps that his own circumstances have shaped what might normally frighten someone into something that wouldn't faze him.
and she seems pretty nice, all things considered. ]
Sure! Um, I wonder how much money you've won... maybe you can buy a smaller boat so you don't have to swim next time.
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That'd be nice. Maybe they'll give me a lifeboat with my name on it.
[ However, while Giselle's chips are plentiful (and there are many more around in conspicuous buckets), as she wanders through the casino with Robin in tow, the one thing she can't seem to find is an obvious way of cashing them in.
Her brow furrows. ]
I think I'm missing something.
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So they'd call it the S.S... um... your name!
[ and he laughs as well; half a giggle, half a snicker. a gentle sound that matches the color of his hair. ]
Missing something? Hm? Oh, I'm sure there are more chips on the floor that you might've left. Do you want me to grab those too?
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Not that, [ she says with a frown. ] I mean a place to cash them in. I've looked along every wall here, but I can't see where they might be hiding a cashier's counter.
What do you think? Am I ocean-addled?
[ Or do the chips, like their accommodations, come with a built-in dead end? ]
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[ where there should be some kind of teller or person responsible for making sure whatever they've won can be redeemed... but as robin's eyes slowly scan the room, he notices the same thing. for all the machines, and the lights and sounds that come with them? there doesn't seem to be any place to cash out. ]
Now that's a little strange...
[ to her question, he shakes his head quickly. ]
Nope! I don't think so. looks around some more. You know, I wonder... did you have to put money in the machine? Or use a card or something?