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Test Drive for October 2014 Apps

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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[A:]
He’d acquired himself a small ship, large enough to live on, small enough to sail with one man. It would be easier with two but manageable with one. He’s pretty sure he’ll regret this life choice later, but he’s also of the belief that he’s IN his afterlife, so what difference does it make?

Sitting cross legged on the dock he stared at the little sail boat like he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this adventure. He had just enough coin in the end to stock the boat with some food and water, but other then that, he was going to be out there adrift for a while, he knew it. At least he had an understanding of maps, and if he focused right, he could see the ultra waves of the currents before him in the water.

Cherri Cola sat there, looking like a man trying to make peace with his decision. Leaning back on his hands with his journal in his lap, he considered finding a way to stay here on the island, but the locals had already started to turn cold. It would be best to get on this boat and sail off. “Alright, Little Dead Pegasus, baby. If we wait a little longer we can take off into the sunset. You always wanted to do that.” Yes, he talks to himself sometimes.

[B:]
[It’s a fire fight, and not one he started. he had his pistol out, but he wasn’t using it. At least not to aim at people. If he did fire an energy blast, it was at other things, trying to scare the small group of locals away. Maybe they hadn’t seen a ray gun before! Cola had his mask on, a pink color, and his green vest no had a hole in it from a spear earlier.]

[All he wanted was some fruit.]

[Apparently it was sacred.]

[He dashed through the jungle, taking a moment to crack shot a tree branch, dropping it in the middle of the path as he ran. He refused to hurt any of them. It wasn’t their fault, and there was no reason to even wound them. Though he had to hurry or he’d have a few more holes in him himself.]

[He’d gotten ahead of them, but he could hear them still coming. Jumping over a large fallen tree his feet hit sand of a beach and he took off running. Running on sand was hard, but once you hit the wet sand, it became easier. Thus he ran, down the side of the water and towards where he had tied down his sail boat. Only there was another ship not far from his. Shit, shit, shit, please don’t be real pirates. The last thing he needed to a firefight on the seas as well.]

Edited 2014-09-24 06:23 (UTC)

[ A ]

[ There's a preteen girl wandering around Isla Empieza with the dazed expression of a newbie. She doesn't seem weirded out by being on an island in pirate-era civilization, but rather just... this isn't the island in pirate-era civilization that she knows. She's never been off her home island, after all, so this is very, very weird.

Somebody come and give her some directions? Maybe tell her what's going on? Don't mind the katana, she's just a swordsman. Don't mind don't mind. ]

[ B ]

[ For the pretending-she's-been-here-a-bit option, Kuina is now aboard a ship, and said ship is sailing.

Kuina, however, has a one-track mind, and can usually be found at a nice, out-of-the-way post aboard the ship, whacking at it with a shinai. It's training, okay? She's a halfway-decent swordsman, but everybody else is a super-awesome-decent swordsman, and she doesn't like being behind other people in terms of sword skill.

Eventually, though, that training gets stale. She needs to mix it up, and practice in a real-ish fight. That means sparring. And she so she approaches one of her crewmates. ] Hey. Want to spar? [ She phrases it like a question, but she's not really giving a choice. Sorry, that's how she rolls. ]

[ C ]

[ Make up your own option! ]

[he's been watching her for a while, now, half gauging, half remembering. It really isn't fair, the gap of time between them and what it's wrought.

Is it even fair for him to give advice? Not that she needs any. Her form is as perfect and precise as it ever was.

He moves out from behind a wall, letting the clack of the three swords at his hip warn her that he's there.]

Don't forget to take a rest every once in a while.

[LIKE HE EVER DOES]

[is wondering by and spots the girl with the kind of familiar katana but doesn't think much about it yet. He noms the meat he has with him and raises a hand in greeting]

Yo.

[So he's new here too. And a bit unsure. This is a god damn island with water and so not the Zones. Very much not the Zones. Its... well, baffling!]

[Walking around the little town he was trying to take in information. News. Something. It was what he did best. Still, there wasn't much that he KNEW around here, if anything at all.]

[Seeing a kid with swords on her hip? Okay, a little strange, but not too strange when you're from the Zones. Clearly though she must be local, right? Local to his Afterlife? Man, he's not even sure.]

Hey, kid. You know your way around here? [he realized she looked almost as lost as he did. So.... maybe not]

[A: She is on a lawn chair on the deck, cucumber slices over her eyes and a mirror to her face as she tries to tan. If you can't beat a forced cruise on an unknown sea, at least you can enjoy yourself.

B: A hoarde of ill gotten gold.

"All this treasure WILL BE MINE! AHAHAHAHA" Obligatory lightning flash. Don't ask where it comes from. Sometimes the universe doesn't make sense.

C: What I wouldn't give for industrial strength misquito repellent. [steps in mud] Where's the muscle when you need it. Kronk!]

[well...that's new]

Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be looking for applying to a position of skilled but stupid bodyguard would you?

[she doubts it somehow but eh, she wasn't empress for nothin']

[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.

[Gleam, gleam! A doe-eyed young girl blinks up at ~~the wrinkled mummy???~~ Yzma, cooing:]

Hello, ma'am! Would you like to buy a box of Calico Cookies? So good and cheap, it's almost a steal!

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.

[ehyuh. What is that thing? Take it away. She's had enough of doe-eyed, thank you. Do you know how many babies Empresses are expected to kiss? Her lips are still chapped from the salt of their tears as they struggled to get away from her. Worthless brats]

Do I look like I'm made of money? Just what's so good about these cookies anyway?

[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.

[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.

[She could say the same thing. She normally didn't make it a habit to swindle old ladies; it made her sad! But then again, someone this old-looking can't be poor. They'd have died off ages ago!]

Glad you asked! They're full of enough sunshine and sugar that it'll keep you alive for years and years to come! Look at how alive I am right now!

[And she flutters her eyes open and shut, to accentuate her claim!]

A little too alive if you ask me.

[she puts her hands on what constitutes her hips]

As you can see I've not only retained my stunning beauty but also a figure to die for. What can those cookies offer me that I haven't got already?

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?]

Edited 2014-09-24 06:31 (UTC)

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.

["Yeah, same to you," she thinks. Ugh, witch.]

Weeeell, you see, I don't know if you know much about sailing, but snacks can be hard to come by! You could be at your final gasp of breath-- as tough as that is to imagine-- and you before you go, you'd be thinking: "If only I had cookies for sustenance".

See? It really does give you life! [/LOGIC]

Edited 2014-09-24 06:38 (UTC)

I think I'd rather go without. But I like your hardline selling. I have to admit it has a certain appeal. Have you ever considered the life of a theme song guy? [because if she can sell those disgusting cookies she can certainly sell Yzma]

[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.

I do like singing, but this is just something I do on the side. A girl's gotta make money somehow! And what better way to do that than to market herself and her goods? [this is taking forever, but luckily! she's already formulating plan b...]

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!

Well I'm not interested in either. Unless your cookies come with a side effect of revenge! Or unbridled power, which I seriously doubt. I really have no interest.

[Hello, that's a new angle.]

Revenge? Oh no no, unfortunately, the cookies are 100% revenge free. On the ooother hand, depending on who you're plotting against, I specialize in vengeance!

[Or at least, she does now.]

[it's certainly a new angle. This little frilly girl thing does have the potential to be quite useful--as well as potentially a minor thorn in Yzma's side in terms of competition...if her money is where her mouth is]

Do you? What do you do? Bat chipmunk brown eyes at them until they collapse in mortification?

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