Test Drive for August 2014 Apps

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Welcome to your monthly Test Drive for high_seas! Here is where new players can test out their characters' voices, old players can try out new muses, and everyone can help each other get some threads for their applications! Feel free to use one of the prompts below, or come up with something on your own! Comment around, have fun, and remember that any CR formed here does not carry over to the game!

See you during the application round!

♦ So you're new to this world and have just woken up in the Town Square. How do you react? What do you do?

♦ You're lost at sea. Maybe you got separated from your crew. Or perhaps you're on an abandoned island. You need help!

♦ "Pirates off the starboard bow!" It's an enemy ship! Attack!!

♦ You and your crew are hanging out on your ship. Just another day at sea!

♦ "LAND, HO!" Hey look, a new island! How about you go explore it? Tell us what you find!

♦ Arrr, here be buried treasure, but not all that glitters is gold! Will ye be telling your mateys what ye found, or keeping it for yourselves?

Comments

Rogue : X-Men Evolution

[tactilelearner]

A)

[It's been, well, a long week. There's been an attack from the Navy, a lot of sailing, some getting lost, a few hostile locals... To be quite honest, Rogue is beat.

Which is why, during her off hours, she's in the crew's mess area, just sitting at a table.

She has something out, just a small playing card. The Queen of Hearts. She laughs a little, tired.]

Lucky lady, huh? Hasn' been too lucky lately.


B)

[Before the fight, Rogue was dodging everything. All her gymnastic and martial arts training had paid off, keeping her out of the hands or shots or blades of anyone who might have wanted to hurt her.

But then, well, a master swordsman had cornered her. No one else had been right there to help, so she'd used her last resort. Taken off her glove and grabbed hold of him until he passed out.

Now, as the dust settled, she lowered her sword. Her form and speed were that of someone who'd practiced for years, and she looked around. That others might not know what she could do hadn't really occurred to her. All she really grasped at the moment was that they were victorious. Battered and bruised, yes, but alive.]

Y'all okay?

["Okay" was probably too kind a word, but... She couldn't bring herself to ask if everyone was alive.]


C)

Okay... This? Is pretty amazin'.

[For as much as she hated this place sometimes with its battles and its dangerous weather and its sailing, there were little moments that at least tried to make up for it.

Like the view from one waterfall of another, both cascading down into a whirling pool that expanded into an otherwise placid lake. It was, quite frankly, breathtaking.

Well worth the hike up.]

C

[alovingheart]

[Anna promptly sits her rear end down on the grass after that hike, though, sort of exhausted. But she's hardly complaining, not with a view like this.]

It is really beautiful. [She leans back on her hands, obviously relaxed.] I've always loved waterfalls. Did you know there's an island here with one that goes both up and down?

...This is too perfect a combination. Seriously.

[tactilelearner]

Up an' down?

[She says it... not disbelievingly but in awe. And then a familiar quote drifts into her mind.]

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

[Shakespeare. Mr. McCoy. Professor Xavier. Scott. Jean. Kurt. Evan.

She misses home in moments like this. But she shakes her head a little and tries to smile.]

Sounds incredible.

hee c:

[alovingheart]

It's at Port Chance. We'll have to sail there some time so you can see it. Everyone should get a chance to see it.

[She turns to look at Rogue curiously then, not familiar with the verse she'd quoted. She'd always enjoyed stories, but had also always had a hard time finishing them. She'd get bored, wanting to go out and actually do something instead of just sitting there reading about doing things.]

Yeah. It is. Uhm. So, what was that, anyway? What you just said?

[tactilelearner]

It's from a really old play where I'm from. The main character is really logical, likes things with reason and order. But strange things start happenin', and he can't really explain 'em.

[It's strange to explain Shakespeare. Where she's from, everyone knows it a little. At least knows some of the famous lines, like that one.]

That's what his best friend tells 'im.

I've got a teacher who likes t' quote Shakespeare, an' I like the plays pretty well m'self, too.

[alovingheart]

[She nods, listening to it all intently as she really enjoys hearing about other people's worlds, where they're from and what it's like.]

Well, there are a lot of strange things that happen here that can't really be explained, at least not easily, so that fits! I was told though that the waterfall that goes both up and down does so because of the force of the current, but... I don't really know if that's true or not. [She shrugs lightly.]

[tactilelearner]

Been thinkin' it a lot since I got here.

[She's smiling a little. Because, well. She's used to the unexplained. To never quite knowing what's going to happen next.]

Things got pretty strange at home, too, so this isn' too bad. Just... wish there was electricity. Really miss that.

C

[caster_blaster]

Tell me about it. Never get to see views like this, back home. Sentinel III is basically a slum colony, and that's putting it nicely. Most of the planet is pretty uninhabited, since the biosphere is pretty bad.

[Gene plops down in front of a tree, folding his hands behind his head and leaning his back against the trunk.]

Been a long time since I got to rest under the shade of a natural tree.

[tactilelearner]

[Sentinel.

No. No, not that Sentinel. She realizes it as he keeps talking, and she breathes a small sigh of relief. Not that it wouldn't have been nice to meet someone else from her world here, but.]

Sounds like somethin' outta a book where I'm from.

[caster_blaster]

Out of a book? What do you mean? You guys don't have space travel, yet?

[tactilelearner]

We've got some, but nothin' like that. An' nothin' like a "biosphere" or anythin'.

[Which is probably different than what she knows as a biosphere, but... Meaning's easy enough to grasp. Especially thanks to Kurt and Scott liking sci-fi.]

[caster_blaster]

Well, it's not a utopia or anything. We can make the atmosphere of some words just livable enough to form colonies, but they're not particularly nice places. Especially in frontier space, where things get pretty lawless.

[Come to think of it...]

...Actually, it's not all that different from this. We've got pirates, overzealous law enforcement, and guys like my crew. People in the grey.

[tactilelearner]

["In the grey."

Usually a term for "selfishness" or "we do whatever we want, screw everyone else." But Rogue knew better than to actually say anything like that. Now wasn't the time for sassing someone.

Especially with that fall if he gave her a shove.]

We don' have pirates, not that call themselves that, at least, but... Think every place has somethin' like those groups.

A

[knightlydiary]

On the contrary, my dear, for Her Highness has imparted on me the lucky chance to share this table with so lovely a young lady as yourself.

[Admittedly, no one actually invited Ringabel over, but he's invited himself and brought a mug of strong black coffee with him. It's been a long week for all of them and he's running on nothing but caffeine and nonsense, so basically just more caffeinated than usual.]

[tactilelearner]

[Now, the accent's all wrong, but she knows that kind of charm. And it makes her smile. So maybe she's a little homesick. That's not her fault. Besides, compliments.

Compliments rarely go wrong.]

Well, now. [Her drawl might have been a bit more prominent, a little more "Southern belle" than "Southern tomboy." It's an easy transition. So is putting her forearms against the table, rather than over her chest, and leaning forward instead of straight up.

An invitation to go along with his presumption.] That's a real nice thing t' say.

[knightlydiary]

Not at all! It's merely the truth. Nothing soothes tired eyes quite as well as the sight of such a beautiful flower amidst all this tumult and turmoil.

[It's so rare that someone actually indulges him, so he's positively beaming and sparkling with joy and trying his best to hide it behind his mug as he sips at the coffee. He may even try to scoot his chair a little closer. Yes, that seems like something he might be able to get away with.]

So don't bemoan your luck just yet. It would be cruel for it only to be mine that takes a turn for the better.

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue smiles a little more. She likes being paid attention to, likes being flirted with. And flirting back.

It makes her feel normal. Like there's not something actually wrong with her.

So what if she can't do more than just flirt? It's a break from the mess everything's been lately.]

Friend of mine said she'd bring me luck.

[...Not that Gambit was really a friend. But it was complicated. That made it sound easy.]

Maybe he wasn' so wrong after all.

I'm Rogue.

[knightlydiary]

[Ringabel sets his coffee aside and stands long enough to offer an elegant bow.]

Ringabel, at your service. Your knight in shining armor, your shield, your song, your healing spell. Whatever you may need, that's the only name you'll need to call.

[This is literally the farthest he's gotten without a "shut up, Ringabel" in months, perhaps even more than a year. It's wonderful and he couldn't ask for a more lovely conversation partner. Well, save for the one who'd be telling him to shut up, but her perfect, angelic face has yet to be seen in this world.]

[tactilelearner]

Shinin' armor, huh? Can' say I've met too many o' those.

[So what if most of the guys she liked either tried to kill her or she thought tried to kill her.

This one? Hasn't. So she can enjoy this for all it's worth.]

It's certainly a pleasure.

A ... because I HAD to reply <3

[donthithimintheballs]

[It's been a long ass week, that was for sure. He kind of liked it of course, but it was still long. He's off shift on the crew, but he can't sleep. He doesn't sleep often as it is.]

[Coming up to the mess hall of the ship he saw the girl sitting there, card in her hand. She looked tired. She... looked like his Rogue and not. They'd gone through the first meeting before, but it was strange to see her there. Hear her. It was odd, but he kind of liked having her around.]

[Not that he would admit that easy.]

[He came in, moving over to a cabinet to pull out a bottle of beer.] How's it not been lucky, kid? Seems like a lively week, and everyone's still alive.

[tactilelearner]

[She... almost smiled.

It was really weird. Because he was definitely Logan, but he wasn't. The similarities and differences were things that she never said, but she noticed them all.

Good news about it not being the Logan who knew knew her... He wasn't going to give her that look for having the card.

That? That was a perk right now.]

It'd be nice t' go more'n two days without someone tryin' to kill us.

[donthithimintheballs]

[He came over, taking a straddling seat on a bench across from her, leaning on the table and eye glancing over the card. He has no idea the significance of the card. Last he saw his rogue she'd had her powers stripped from her. This Rogue? She was... handy in a fight. Tough. Looked like she'd been hurt more then his own as well. Sadly.]

[It bothered him a bit, mostly because he had a soft spot for the kid. No one should have to suffer through things (other then him, really)]

Give it a few days. We'll run into a dry streak, sail around for a few weeks an' you'll be bored outta your gourd.

[tactilelearner]

Sounds like fun.

[All sarcasm with a Southern grin.]

Can' say I much care for sailin'. Always thought it'd be fun, y'know? But this? Ain't. A' all.

Much rather have a good bike an' a dirt road.

[donthithimintheballs]

[Her southern grin and sarcasm makes him smirk. He always liked her Snark]

Can't say I was exactly fond of it either. I'm with you, a good bike on a dirt road an' open air? That's tha life. But this? It grows on ya.

[The people you sail with? They end up becoming family. Hell, he has a tattoo of a Spade on his shoulder to prove that.]

[tactilelearner]

Gimme N’Awlins--

[She has to stop herself, and she mouths the word over again. Because that was not Mississippi. That was Cajun, through and through. Damn that swamp rat.]

--at Mardi Gras over this any day.

Still. Could be worse, I guess. Got decent comp'ny.