reallybadeggs | Test Drive for November 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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[They had no idea, did they? After all, he doesn't know her at all yet, and he doesn't look old at all. For his part, he hadn't been showing off his powers while in this new world. Not just yet. Save it for a ace in the hole later.]

[When she found him floating in the waters, nearly dead, he was grateful. When the small ship went down and they had to paddle to land, he was able to feel the magnetic pull of an island in order to point them in the right direction.]

[Now it was two weeks. The rabbit meat she used for the stew he brought back earlier, having shot a quarter through it's neck like a bullet, but spearing it to bring it back. Keeping up appearances, for now.]

[he looked over the bowl and picked it up, reaching in to take a small taste, giving a nod.]

Considering what you have to work with? It's good.

It'd be better if I had spices I'm familiar with. But at least it's got a bit of flavor to it.

[With a real kitchen, she could've whipped up a proper Southern home-cooking meal. As it was, she could only do approximations. The soup, at least, didn't just taste like rabbit meat in hot water.

She'd actually gotten a decent broth for it and some vegetables she'd roasted over the fire before putting into the mix.

If she knew who she was sharing a meal with? She'd probably have thrown one of the hot embers straight in his face. But, luckily for both of them, there hadn't been any talk of anything like that. He was keeping a low profile, and she wasn't in any hurry to out herself as a mutant. Especially since, as far as she knew, she didn't have to worry about being one anymore.

The cure worked, after all.

...For now.]

Thanks, by the way. For all your help.

[She'd helped pull him out of the sea, he'd done more than his share of hunting. Which was why she was willing to cook.

Hunting hadn't ever been her kind of thing.]

[It was a lot better then some of the stuff he had to deal with as a child, so he wasn't complaining. It was a compliment, not a slight, when he said she did well with what she had.]

[and seeing that he was still eating from the bowl slowly, it was another compliment that he hadn't sat it to the side and gone back to looking over the journal to see if any of the other crews were near.]

Think nothing of it. I'd be living off boiled rabbit otherwise.

[It was good that they were both keeping their origins a secret, wasn't it? He wouldn't care much for a hot coal to the face.]

Better than nothing.

[Between rabbit and fish, they'd at least had some variety. And a Southern girl knew how to fix fish. None of it had gotten fried. She'd love to have breading to put on it.

She ate from her bowl, too, settled against the log they'd dragged over to act as one seating spot near the fire.]

I've done nothing before as well. This tastes better then nothing.

[it was... a tease. Albeit a tiny one. There might be a small smirk on his lips as well. Just a bit. Honestly, being out here wasn't so bad. He had lived through much worse.]

[He knew how to build a shelter out of what he could find, at least well enough that she had a dry place to rest if needed, or out of the sun. He knew how to forge for food (and his powers made that all the easier). He knew how to live on very little of anything at all.]

[The fact that he didn't have to worry about anyone knowing him? That helped as well. He'd rather not be known as the man who killed a president or attempted to kill a second one. Really... people blew all that out of proportion... yeah.]

[he was settled in by the log, on the ground and back to it, near the fire and content to eat a well made survival stew.]

It could be worse. There could be no rabbit.

And poisonous fish.

[Marie offered her own slight smile. It was just a little one, a hint of the tease he'd given returned.

She'd gone a day or two without meals before, but she'd always been able to talk someone into buying her a bag of chips or sharing a donut or something when she'd been on the road. It hadn't ever felt like really "surviving." Not like this.

Without him? This would've been a lot worse.

After another couple bites, she looked at the journal and sighed. They'd spoken to a crew a few days ago, sent out a kind of SOS.]

Think our rescue party got lost.

I've never been good with identifying fish as it is. Rabbit, however, is easier. Big ears and a tail? Edible.

[with out her he would have been eaten by a whale by now. He calls it even. besides, he's gruff and has an agenda, but he's not heartless to children, and she's young. He's completely ignoring the 'Charles' voice in the back of his mind as well.]

[He glanced at the journal they had managed to salvage and he let out a huff of air at it.]

The Navy has been active in the waters lately. Perhaps there has been a delay.

[It doesn't help that they have no idea what island this is, but there were no living humans on it, or he'd have felt them through the magnetic vibrations of the earth]

[Marie takes another few bites of her stew, considering his point. The Navy.

She gives a kind of shudder, even though it's not cold out. She can still remember the men with guns who stormed the mansion. That fear.]

As long as the Navy doesn't find us.

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JUST A NOTE: Not apping, but I couldn't help tagging, ILU <3

Probably not apping this girl either but wanted to get her out, so all cool!