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chismosos2021-01-18 09:11 pm
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test drive meme #2
TDM #2
NIGHTS
It’s late. Very late in Caona, and the driver refuses to let anyone inside his car. Carros públicos are the typical way to get around the city short of owning your own car. They take on several passengers, picking them up and dropping them off along a prescribed route. But after sundown it becomes a problem finding any willing to take on passengers. Needling, cajoling, even bribing fails. The driver, leaning against the car door, remains unmoved. The only way he is letting anyone in, in fact, is if they show him their navel.
Why? Because the dead lack navels, of course. No driver is going to let the dead in their car. Risk getting stiffed on the fare? In this economy?
What’s that? You can’t show your navel for reasons? Well, that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?
STARS
At first glance, there is nothing particularly beautiful about the bay, especially when enduring an assault by truly vicious mosquitoes. (Repellent is liberally applied, but the bloodthirsty creatures find a way.) It looks like any other on the island. Surrounded by mangroves, shallow close to the shore, then abruptly deepening as it stretches out to sea.
During a new moon, the waters in Turí are uniformly black…until they aren’t. Disturb the surface—with a boat, an oar, a stone, hands and feet—and the water acquires a ghostlike shimmer. The waves washing ashore leave behind constellations of stars that live and die in the blink of an eye. To dive in is what swimming in the night sky must be like: eyes open, it looks like floating in an arm of the Milky Way.
Stay a while and the color changes. There is no pattern to it, only the knowledge that different people paint the waters a different color. Legend says that lovers who swim together in the waters will know if they’re meant to be…
HUNT
In Santa Cecilia, the ranchers are organizing. Last night, six more animals were found dead—two cows, three sheep and a goat—all drained of their blood. The culprit’s name is known to all: el chupacabra. A beast of the hills. It had been many years since the last rash of attacks, and it had been hoped that the creature might finally be dead. No such luck.
Word spreads. The people gather in the ranch where three of the animals were slaughtered. Plans are made to flush the creature out of its hiding place and put an end to it before it can continue killing their livestock…or worse. No one saw the chupacabra. But what else could possibly have done this?
Whatever you choose to do, do it quick. The sun’s setting and these hills aren’t the safest place to be…
NAVIGATION • IC COMM • OOC COMM • MEME COMMWhy? Because the dead lack navels, of course. No driver is going to let the dead in their car. Risk getting stiffed on the fare? In this economy?
What’s that? You can’t show your navel for reasons? Well, that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?
STARS
During a new moon, the waters in Turí are uniformly black…until they aren’t. Disturb the surface—with a boat, an oar, a stone, hands and feet—and the water acquires a ghostlike shimmer. The waves washing ashore leave behind constellations of stars that live and die in the blink of an eye. To dive in is what swimming in the night sky must be like: eyes open, it looks like floating in an arm of the Milky Way.
Stay a while and the color changes. There is no pattern to it, only the knowledge that different people paint the waters a different color. Legend says that lovers who swim together in the waters will know if they’re meant to be…
HUNT
Word spreads. The people gather in the ranch where three of the animals were slaughtered. Plans are made to flush the creature out of its hiding place and put an end to it before it can continue killing their livestock…or worse. No one saw the chupacabra. But what else could possibly have done this?
Whatever you choose to do, do it quick. The sun’s setting and these hills aren’t the safest place to be…
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pulling her feet in toward her, kai wraps her arms around her legs. her drum sits on the grass beside her. ]
A shaman, I guess. [ she pairs her answer with a little shrug. ] My grandfather is one. He's been teaching me.
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[ He comes to a stop in a clear patch, looking round fully at her handiwork. ]
This is amazing. Can you make anything grow?
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[ she nods to the purple swaying palm leaves. its song joins the others in sweetly sad harmony. ]
But things are weird here, too, so…maybe. What do you think?
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[ He mirrors her, plopping down in the dirt, legs pulled up. ]
I bet you can. You can probably do all sorts of other things, too, if you're a shaman.
[ Which he imagines is much like a witch, and witches can do far more than just make plants grow. ]
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instead, kai smiles. ]
Whatever I find out, I'll tell you first. I'm Kai.
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It's good, because he thinks maybe he'll be able to learn something from her... and make sure she doesn't hurt herself, too. He's seen the incredible things an accomplished practitioner can do, but he's also seen the gory remnants of a human soul, when seiðr's power was allowed to consume one unchecked.
Growing gardens, at least, seems safe. ]
I'm Atreus. So— what kind of land are you from?
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[ she smiles, thinking of toby and how he must be faring. her mother is a menace in the kitchen on a good day. kai usually handled the cooking for that reason. she briefly entertains herself with the thought of toby sitting on the countertop, his chubby little baby arms pouring the coffee.
kai looks down at her hands. she rubs a clod of dark earth from her knuckles. ]
But I was spending the summer in Mutazione. That's where my grandfather lives. It's an island just off the coast. Most people avoid it because it's…weird.
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[ Kai radiates fondness, and Atreus tilts his head thoughtfully, for a moment letting himself imagine what it must be like to have a very small sibling at home.
—Except Father's there, and, no, actually, he can't picture it at all.
His brow knits when she continues, ]
...Even weirder than here? [ How. ] What's wrong with it?
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[ her voice acquires a harsher note, not offended, but insistent. she knows why people avoid the island, but she also knows how beautiful it is. there's nothing wrong with mutazione, and there's nothing wrong with its people. ]
It used to be part of the mainland. Something happened.
[ her mind's eye is full of old visions. there was a brilliant line of fire falling from the sky. everything flashed brighter, brighter than any day. it exploded against the ground. the city, the sea, its people…swallowed by light. ]
It became an island. Ever since then, the plants and animals and people on it changed. Mutated. [ she motions to her little garden. ] These plants are from Mutazione.
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[ He plucks a leaf from the ground, holding it up to the sunlight for a better look. ] They're still plants.
Why stay away? Are people scared of changing too?
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I think people are scared of what they don't understand.
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If they don't understand something, then they should try to learn.
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People are often stupid. That's why we have to tell them when they're being wrong. So they can learn.
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So many problems would be solved if people just knew the truth, I think.