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AREYTO MODS ([personal profile] historiadores) wrote in [community profile] 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…

NAVIGATIONIC COMMOOC COMMMEME COMM
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[personal profile] mogr 2021-01-31 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ He's sadly coming to realize this. ] Then, you're gonna let the people on the mainland know, right? What the island is actually like?

So many problems would be solved if people just knew the truth, I think.