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

[barb_notbabs]

Knew I should have tried the rooftops... [She had wanted to be close enough to lend a hand, though. Maybe she should have prioritized being far enough away to dodge.

She let the cloak fall, letting her costume shine. She was hoping the woman would recognize the outfit. If not, then she was further from home then she thought.]

You seemed like you might know what was going on.

[thecorpsedancedatmidnight]

[The woman's expression softens slightly. She doesn't recognise the costume, or really like the over-dramatics, but if this young lady is as lost as Jessica herself then it can be forgiven. After all, Jessica has been lost in a lot of places before. A smile normally sorts things out for the better.]

Well, I can't say I'm entirely sure, but I think I have some idea. I'm Jessica Fletcher.

[Introductions help too. Jessica knows people tend to underestimate her, but she was an English teacher. She can handle herself, and help her friends when necessary too.]

A young man in the town Square told me this is... Isla Empieza. I assume that is somewhere in the Caribbean Ocean, but he wasn't able to tell me for certain. But I don't believe we're in the 20th Century. He didn't seem to understand when I asked him about airports.

Pollution | Neil Gaimen and Terry Prachett's Good Omens

[pollutants]

[The rhythmic up and down and side to side of ship-board life was not one that suited everyone. Right now it certainly did not the blonde haired youth enthusiastically losing his lunch over the rail.

He looks deathly pale, more than simple sea-sickness, but believe you me, Mr White looks like that all the time.

If fact, having spied the amount of cooking grease and oil just thrown over the side, sitting on top of the water like a chocking blanket, he feels a lot better. But not enough not to hurl again.]

[alovingheart]

That would be nice. I mean, I bet it would help... Or maybe they'll show up here! Though... I'm not sure that would help much. With the whole tendency to cause trouble thing. Pirates do tend to cause a lot of trouble. Even the ones that aren't setting islands on fire.

[tactilelearner]

I ran with 'em for awhile... [Really, thinking about it... Lance wouldn't be too bad. Wanda would be useful. Pietro... No. Blob? Maybe or maybe not.] Wouldn' be too disappointed t' see some of 'em. Might be able t' whip 'em into shape.

Red | Transistor

[secondsmarch]

A Day at Sea
[It was so new. So different. The sights, the smell... The people. Completely out of her element, but then again, that wasn't particularly new for her. The former singer remained in her quarters throughout the morning, keeping to herself and mulling over her thoughts.

Red had almost fallen back asleep until she heard someone knocking on her door. As she came to, she stood up and opened the door.

A brief hum at her visitor, wondering what it is that they wanted.]


Pirate Attack
[Red was not a fighter by nature. What combat prowess she had picked up had been mostly improvised and with an admittedly atypical weapon. As it was now, she was corned, with a gash on her leg. The blood was still flowing and she could no longer stand up. In her current state, she knew what was coming.

It was only a matter of time.

Though until that moment came, Red raised her cutlass at the one who was about to strike her down.

Defiant until the end.]

[ooc: Red is mute. All she can manage are hums, groans, and other such noises.]

Re: Red | Transistor

[sarashi]

[Similar to a scene in a film, out of nowhere calls a voice:]

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

[Swinging from one of the loose riggings on the ship is Ryuunosuke, who delivers a swift kick to the side of the assailant's head. Landing on the deck, she raises her fists in a stance.]

Thought you'd get away with attackin' someone defenseless, huh?

[Even if Red wasn't completely defenseless, she was downed. Pirates, what scum. Turning her head towards Red, she looks down at her leg.]

Need a little help?

[secondsmarch]

[The curtains wouldn't fall on her just yet. Red looked on, her rescuer making quite the entrance for herself. It was a familiar sensation, having someone else save her like that. Once this is was all over, she would find a way to thank her properly.

She tried to stand back up, though having just one good leg was turning that into quite the challenge. It didn't help that the pirates were still on their ship.

Red pointed, as more of them began to approach Ryuunosuke.]

prompt 1

[yatteyanyo]

You missed breakfast. -Oh, it was the ship mom.- I brought you some soup.

[sarashi]

[Shit, there's no end to these guys. Ryuunosuke quickly shed her button-up shirt, exposing the chest wrapping underneath and tosses it towards Red.]

Here. It ain't much, but I can't really getcha bandages right now. Take care of yerself while I handle these punks. [Plus, she could move her arms a little more freely now. Cracking her knuckles, she charges right into the opposing pirates, dodging swords and knocking them around.]

[secondsmarch]

[Oh, had she? Red hadn't even realized. Looking around, she reached for a notepad and wrote something on it before showing it to her.]

Thank you.

[Setting the pad aside, Red took the bowl.]

[yatteyanyo]

You're welcome... You know, if you're having trouble waking in the morning, I can arrange someone to get you. It's better you do not sleep too much, especially as we sail further into dangerous territory.

[secondsmarch]

[Red had been so busy since losing her voice that she hadn't given too much thought on what her day-to-day life would be like. It was... easier before. Not much time for talking. Not that many people that would've talked to her to begin with.

But here...]

Sorry.

[She writes some more, but scribbles it out.]

This is a lot to take

I've been through

I'm not used to this.

[secondsmarch]

[Red takes the discarded clothing, nodding and knowing what to do. She couldn't just sit there and not do anything. Tying it around her leg as tight she could, she gripped her weapon tight and got back on her fight.

It hurt, no doubt about that, but there would be time for nursing wounds later.

She's not nearly as speedy as her rescuer, but Red rejoins the battle. Fighting through both the pain, and the pirates.

Some time later, it looks they finally have their attackers on the run.]

[sarashi]

[As she tosses another pirate at the rest of the group and they pack it up, she exhales and falls back. She had a few scratches and bruises, and a gash on her arm, but she felt pretty good.

Catching her breath, she finally gets a chance to look back at Red. She was impressed that Red was able to keep fighting, but still.]

You okay?

[secondsmarch]

[She sighs, relieved that the danger is finally over. Red tries to steady her breathing, wanting to keep as much weight off her bad leg as she can manage. Red nods and hums.

She's been through much worse!

Though it doesn't keep the pain from flaring on up, grimacing as she's given that reminder.]

[sarashi]

[It was a shirt she really liked too! But, she couldn't let Red stay there and get killed. Ryuunosuke offers her hand, nodding her head towards the way to the ship's interior.]

C'mon. Let's getcha patched up.

[She's no doctor, but she knows how to bandage until they get to the island.]

[yatteyanyo]

We all have trouble adjusting at first... worry not. You are in excellent hands. It took me some time to adjust to them, but this crew is one I can trust my life to... as can you.

[secondsmarch]

[It's a refreshing feeling, at least. Being surrounded by people who, well, didn't particularly want to kill her. She's had enough of that, really.

This ship and this world, though. It's so different, yet full of life.

Well, aside from the fact that this one seems to be a ghost? A pleasant ghost, at least!]

I don't know how to repay you. For everything.

[alovingheart]

I'd hope so. And at least they'd have powers that would help keep them safe too, I'd think. I don't really have any fighting skills... I plan on trying to learn some, though! I mean, not magic or powers or anything like that, obviously, but... Maybe just using my hands and feet... I really think sword-fighting would be fun, though!

[secondsmarch]

[Red knew all about needing to 'adjust' clothing to suit one's needs. And she would make it up to her, really.

The two head back inside, and it's not too long before she's finally (and thankfully) off her feet. Her coat is dirty with blood, though she doesn't take it off just yet. She looks around and... oh, pencil and paper? Red will just help herself to that.]

I owe you one.

[sarashi]

[She reads the note and waves it off with a laugh. She's rummaging around for a first aid kit, needing to clean up their wounds. It's a little rough, but the crew itself doesn't have a doctor yet.]

Nah, don't worry about it. I was just doin' what needed t'be done. Ah! [Found it! She brings the kit over, pulling out some bandages and antiseptic.]

Here, lemme see yer leg.

[tactilelearner]

I picked up a bit of sword-fighting. [By grabbing a naval officer who refused to leave her crew alone, but... details. Some things don't need to be shared.] Maybe I can help you learn.

Miranda Tate / Talia Al Ghul - The Dark Knight Rises

[restorebalance]

A)

[The ship rolled and pitched violently, entirely at the mercy of the great waves and winds amidst the storm at sea. Talia Al Ghul was on one of the yardarms, determined to follow the captain's orders to furl the sails. She was on the last tie, gripping the wooden extension with full force with her thighs as her hands worked to knot the rope. She was barely used to the rigging at all, let alone in these conditions, but she'd done what was expected of her.

It was, after all, nothing compared to the climb of the pit.

The last knot secured, she scurried down the shroud, leaping onto the deck. At that moment, the ship rolled starboard, which meant her carefully chosen footing shifted as she landed, and she slid, down onto her knees from the pitch aft and slid into one of the starboard guns, which she used to haul herself up, soaking wet but grinning.

At least it wasn't a dull life.]

B)

[As the vendors hawked their wares, Miranda Tate glided through their stalls. She tested the spices, tried small samples of offered fruits, breads, and cheeses. Being on her own as long as she had and having as refined a palette as she claimed (she could eat gruel, when it was all she had to survive, but she did prefer good food) meant she'd learned to cook. Learning to cook meant she had a valuable, marketable skill.

Her other skills were best kept quiet.

So, she was doing the shopping for her crew. Enough to last her galley for two or three months. She had a list, though it was much more of a 'suggestion' than anything concrete. After all, this wasn't her world. Things weren't always going to line up easily, but that was why she tasted everything, hunting up possible substitutes and asking the name of anything she didn't know.]

C)

[Running water was a luxury, and privacy was even more of one. Luxuries were something she could do without.

So, the woman was on deck with a bucket of sea water, a clean rag, a bar of soap, and a jar of oil. Her hair was bound up with a thin piece of cordage, and she had stripped almost entirely. What little she had left on were garments of her own stitching: boxer-like shorts for underwear and a kind of strapless bra, fabric wrapped around her chest and stitched to hold its shape.

Crude works, but what she had come in had worn out months ago.

Without the barest hint of shame, she rinses the dirt away with the water, soap, and rag before applying the oil to her skin.]

[secondsmarch]

[Red nods and lifts up her leg.

Carefully, she does away with the shirt around her lower limb. It's soaked in blood and sure enough, the injury was bad enough to begin with. Nothing that won't at least heal own it's own, but it looked like even that would take a while.]