Test Drive for October 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?

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[cherri_cola]

[He needed off the ship and a ship of his own. If he knew there was a Solar Addict on board, he'd never have bothered. She's either new at it (her skin isn't blistering and red) or a old pro (her skin looks like soft leather)... so who knows.]

[Solar Addicts back home don't drink water. Ruins the high. But he walked over and sat a cup of water own beside her.]

You know, there have to be better ways to spend your time.

[yzma_baby]

When I want your opinion, I'll ask. [holds out an hand, pale and elegant as a dead twitchy spider a willowy reed.] Now I'm expecting a Pina Colada to magically appear, and don't skimp on the rum. Or the umbrella. I'll know if you do.

[cherri_cola]

[prickly old bag of skin and sticks... isn't she?]

[He snorted, crouching down to the side, elbows at knees and... NOT blocking her light right now.]

Sweetheart, if there were rum here I'd be soaked in it, and magic? Stories told to children on cold nights in the desert slums. Try some water. It's better for hydration. [he picked the cup up and put it in her spiderish hand]

Cheers.

[yzma_baby]

[peels back a cucumber slice and gives him a glare]

You don't get to be witheringly sarcastic! That's my job! As captain of this vessel I'd report you to the highest authority! And since that will be me once I get my shoes on, you'd better watch your well rounded backside.

[she sips the water]

And this is warm. How am I expected to enjoy a stimulating ocean cruise with warm water, I ask you.

[cherri_cola]

You can't enjoy a ocean cruise when the whole reason we're on the ocean is to escape an angry mob. One I would point out, you started.

[He can to be witheringly sarcastic is he wants. What happened to sailing alone? People suck.]

[Is she even human?]

[yzma_baby]

If they didn't want their sacred golden bracelet of whosit to be stolen they shouldn't have left it on display in a locked tomb flanked by stupid guards. They've no one to blame but themselves and now we have the money to build me a stateroom haHA!

Which I don't see you complaining too much about, by the way. You should feel fortunate I have to work with you and not have you summarily executed or turned into an exotic form of chicken. I do that, you know. You wouldn't like it.

[cherri_cola]

[He just silently stares at her as she says all of that. With a look that said 'really? This is your story?']

[He sighed again as she brought up her higher then mighty money and magic once more. She enjoys hearing herself talk, doesn't she?]

Sacred golden bracelet of whosit that was stolen was clearly sacred and not so very appreciated to be walked off with. I'm sure you just destroyed an entire race of religion by taking it.

And you wouldn't be the first to try to dust be, darlin'. [after all, people had wanted to execute him for most of his life] And if you're going to turn anything into a chicken, try the kettle in the galley. Then maybe we can cook something to eat.

[yzma_baby]

Yes well. [she waves her hand] Other races are only as good as the stuff they have to take. As for kettles, I don't even know what one is. Do I look like a saucy kitchen wench to you? Though I do advmit barely middle-adged Yzma's still got it. [slaps her hip]

Now why don't you be a good boy and cash in that bracelet for some loose change. My soft cushions and silk drapes await. Begone!

[cherri_cola]

Nothing about you is saucy, just so you know. [Flatly said, though he looked at her calmly]

Oh. Sure. Let me just walk down to the corner market and get those things for you. [Woman. We're in the middle of the ocean. Where did you even get that lawn chair?]

[yzma_baby]

You're right. I'm much more svelte. And I don't know. Be inventive. Isn't there some kind of ship to shore service? Do I have to think of everything?

[better not to ask about the lawn chair. It just is]

[cherri_cola]

[He snorted at that. As much as she was annoying, she was at least entertaining. He'd never met anyone like her before. It was frightening.]

Right. That was the exact word I was looking for. [only very much NOT. He moved to plop down on his rear, taking a seat. Clearly not going to get her crap]

What was I thinking? Of course. Ship to shore service. I'll have then order up one dozen throw pillows, a couple of lavish rugs, some gauze shades to frame your space, and maybe three boys brushed in gold to wave fans at you.

[yzma_baby]

Ah ah! I think we've moved well past boys at my stage in life. Get some big honking men and we'll be in business. I think I'm rather favoring this year's model.

[cherri_cola]

If you're meaning that guy with the green hair as this years model? I think you;re shit out of luck. You're not his type. I'm hoping you're not anyone's type, as hardhearted that is to say. How about we try for finding you a new ship to sail on once we hit land again?

[You'd throwing off his groove, woman.]