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

[captainhornblower]

[Hornblower allowed himself the faintest of smiles. It was a relief, if he were entirely honest with himself, to have a man at his side he knew and could trust. To be able to turn a watch over so he could attempt to sleep without worrying about his choice.]

I would be honoured if you would remain. [That same small smile crept onto his face, and he took out the book he'd been using as his muster list, opening it and offering his quill.] I'm still in need of a first mate. She's... not a seventy-four, I'll grant you, but if you would do me the honour...

[bushed]

Yes, of course. My pleasure, sir.

[The title was easy, natural. Despite being Hornblower's senior, it had been obvious to Bush ever since the Renown that the man was destined for command, and he could not think of a man he'd rather serve under than this one.

He stepped over, his hat still tucked under his arm, and leaned down to sign himself onto the muster list. He wrote his name in slightly blocky but neat letters, and then paused before he wrote his rank. After a breath, he wrote 'First Mate'. This was hardy the Royal Navy, after all.]

Though I never thought I would be taking up Piracy. [Just the gentle trace of amusement, an assumption of a shared joke.]

[captainhornblower]

[Not unless as mutineers after Renown.

But that, of course, could not be said. For he had maintained from that first night that the captain had fallen. Through all the questioning, through all the turmoil, that statement had been a constant. The captain had been overexcited, looking for mutineers, and he had overbalanced.

He makes himself smile a little.]

A sad state of affairs, but we are far from home. [And, well. Hornblower knew himself well enough. Any piracy they might engage in would be of the slightest nature. More akin to privateers.] And. [There was a true smile for just a moment. The flicker of dark eyes that had been too long on short.] It is a ship.

[bushed]

[There were some things that Bush both wanted to know and didn't want to know, and the truth behind Captain Sawyer's fall was one of them.

It had long been put behind them, in any case.]

Aye, [With a slight grin and a nod to the deck above them,] That she is, sir.

The question is, sir, do you have a crew fit to sail her?

[captainhornblower]

I... have a crew. [Not a crew fit to sail, but crew.]

Landsmen. Probably the largest and greenest collection I've ever seen. At least half like haven't done a day's labour in their lives.

[Horatio gave a small, thin smile. Tired but... slightly hopeful.]

With a good first mate, though, and a competent captain, I think they can be trained.

[They always learn. Through hard work and relentless drilling.]