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

We're going to have a million threads again. Whoops.

[justguidelines]

[This place is a pirate's worst nightmare. It truly is, between the do-gooder crusaders who think it's their personal mission to take on pirates where they find them, to the nosy ones wanting to know more than is their business, to...Well. The entire situation, really, if he's being honest.

He's supposed to be in the Locker, finding Jack, not traipsing about some unknown place looking for jewel shards to get back to that.

But it's back to the original port for him and crew, whether they like it or not, as there are things needed and things wanted and so far no other island they've landed on has had it, and the Backwater Brig is...Something of a novelty, in that respect.

But on his way through the crowds of the town, Jack sitting in his customary spot on his shoulder, he pushes past a few of the locals not moving nearly fast enough for his own tastes, he hears it.

And stops, one of the locals slamming into him from behind, though he actually pays them no mind even as they curse and rail at him, shaking their fist in his direction as they move around and away.

The crowd thins a bit, and he sees him, finally, turning in circles. Well. That was a bit easier than he's expected, isn't it.]

She's not here, Jack.

No regrets c:

[bottlearum]

[ Jack knows that voice.

After all, there's only one person Jack Sparrow knows that draws out the A in his name to such extreme and derisive levels. Hector Barbossa. And when Jack slowly spins around on the heel of his boot to face the owner of that voice, he can't help the flash of diastase that spreads across his face.

He hadn't considered the option that Hector would be in the Locker. It made sense, to be certain, it was simply an option he hadn't considered when he was staring down the enormous teeth of the Kraken and saw the ugly face of death reflecting back.

But he was here now, and Hector was here as well. But the distaste doesn't fully fade from his face. Not because he's unhappy that Hector is here to share in his misery for all of eternity. No, it's because of the words that came out of Hector's mouth. ]

Not here?

[ For all intents and purposes, the Pearl should be here. He went down with his ship. He'd made a deal. If he was here, his ship should be here too.

Jack narrows his eyes at Hector, as thought it's his fault the Pearl isn't here. And truly, Jack wouldn't be surprised. It wasn't like it was the first time Hector had stolen his ship. ]

What do you mean my ship's not here?

[justguidelines]

[Don't think Hector himself hasn't considered if he's in the Locker or not. Seeing Jack here is just another head-scratcher in a series of them, but no. He's come to the conclusion this isn't, Davy Jones being present or not. It's not their Davy Jones, by some odd coincidence. Far too bony without any tentacle in sight.

But he knows exactly where Jack's line of thinking is going, and his own brow creases in a deep frown, before he rolls his eyes. And he points, in the direction of the docks, where nary a black sail is to be found.]

Do it look like I have my ship, then? If so, where, because I nary see sail nor rudder of her. The Pearl's not here, Jack, wherever here happens to be. For that matter, you shouldn't be here, either, considering you be dead.

[Completely ignoring the fact, of course, that the last time they'd spoken, Hector had ended up dead himself.

He got better.]

[bottlearum]

[ This place being the Locker is the only thing that makes logical sense to Jack. After all, he'd been gone down fighting, sword in hand, against Davy Jones' pet beastie, and then he'd woken up here. Where else could this place be but the Locker?

Although, this place wasn't nearly as... tortuous or hellish as he was expecting the Locker to be. He's almost afraid to point it out, lest his words make things worse.

When Hector points in the direction of the docks, Jack moves closer, peering over Hector's shoulder to take in the sight of the docks and the ships that were in port. Hector's right, of course, that the Pearl isn't in port.

The matter of where his ship is isn't over, but Hector's subject change is important enough for Jack to follow it, eyebrows raised. ]

Aye. So be you. This be the Locker, ain't it?

[justguidelines]

[And that's when Hector just...Starts to laugh. It's a deep, dark thing, from way down in his chest, because of course Jack would jump to that conclusion first. Of course he would. And Hector can't say he didn't himself, when he first arrived, but he's learned a thing or two since then, and he's very much come to the conclusion that either he's in Hell - because God only knows this place is stupid enough to be so - or he's very much alive and has had a bad turn of luck.

And he's leaning toward the latter.

But he just laughs, and shakes his head, as though Jack is a stupid, slow-witted small child. Because he can be.]

No. [He pauses, leaning closer to Jack, his eyes narrowed in a somewhat sadistic amusement.] You remember Tia Dalma, aye, Jack?

[bottlearum]

[ Hector's laughs have never been particularly good things. That's because Hector doesn't laugh at things, like normal human beings. No, Hector laughs at people, especially when he knows he knows something that the other person does not.

And Jack is absolutely aware the person Hector is laughing at now, is him. And he doesn't appreciate it one bit.

However, that doesn't stop Jack from laughing back. It's obviously a fake laugh, and Jack doesn't even bother trying to hide that fact. It's a laughter that ends abruptly, when Hector leans in close. ]

Aye. [ With Hector leaning over, the two of them are eye-to-eye, but that doesn't stop Jack from standing up straight, trying to stand taller than Hector and look down at him. ] I know of her.

[justguidelines]

[Jack, trying to look down on him. He knows - knows - the fact that he's taller bothers Jack to no end. It's apparent, every time they speak face to face like this, with Jack always stretching and going to tippy-toes. So he chuckles again, before straightening to his full height, looking down his own nose at Jack, smug amusement plastered all over his face.]

From what I hear tell, Jack, you more than know of her. [But that's none of his never mind and he's fine without all the details there.] You and I, Jack, have a meetin' to attend. The Court's been called, we must honor the summons. All nine of us.

[And he pauses there a moment, to let it sink in.] You died without naming a successor, Jack. And so did I.