Test Drive for October 2013 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!

Comments

[maven]

[ This time she does stop playing, and takes her journal in her lap, lifting it to show him to look in his. She writes in smooth, but legible cursive: ]

Sona Buvelle.
A pleasure to meet you.

[thatched]

[Can't speak? Or won't? Either way it was none of his business and a lady's prerogative]

The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sona. And since this street is pretty dusty, would you care to go somewhere vastly more comfortable and have a drink with an old sailor?

[maven]

[ The amused smile she gives him takes place of pointing out that she's floating above any dust.

But a drink might be nice. Especially without the rocking sway of a moving ship beneath her - and with some new company. She nods agreeably. ]

[thatched]

Well then, your escort awaits. [and he offers his arm as any gentleman would]

[maven]

[ She shifts her harp so that it rests in the air underneath her free hand, and accepts his arm with her other. Her touch is careful, with only her fingertips lightly brushing him, taking no real support but still staying close. ]

[thatched]

Light as a feather, you are. [and, it seems, floating. But well, you see new things every day. He considers asking her her plans but if she has to write everything down, that will mean taking that soft small hand from his arm, and well, that can wait.

He whistles a phoenix love song as he leads her to one of the less seedier bars in town and pulls out a chair so that she may sit.]

[maven]

[ Sona appreciates any and all music, even just whistling.

She's a bit out of place in this setting; her dress is elegant and looks expensive. She doesn't seem bothered in the slightest. She keeps her hand on his arm until her feet touch the ground, then accepts the seat with a polite nod.

She sets her harp to the side, where it floats as if patiently waiting. ]

[thatched]

Interesting instrument you've got there. [he sits himself down on the almost too small (for him) chair and smiles at her] So tell me about yourself, Miss Sona. What's a pretty musician like yourself doing in a rathole like this?

[maven]

[ She sets her journal to the side so it won't be in the way but is still in reach. ]

It's an etwahl. One of a kind, as far as I know.

[ She pauses, gives him a smile, and points to him briefly before returning to the journal. ]

You brought me here.