Test Drive for January 2014 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

[getspunched]

[He looks in the direction pointed.]

Alright.

[He starts that way, until he hears the next part. Wait, what?]

What do you mean?

[Furthermore, how does he know that?]

[totheright]

I mean that people back home don't notice you're gone, according to some guy here who seems to know more than we do. ((He gestures vaguely, then shrugs.)) So... if you're worrying about leaving people behind, you're not actually leaving anyone behind.

[getspunched]

How is that...even possible?

[Then, he thinks about it for a moment. How is the Dark Hour possible? How is half of the things he's seen, in his lifetime so far, possible? Well, there's no point exhausting his mind trying to figure it out--not without, first, learning more about this place, at least. It's still strange, though. Knowing that there's a chance nobody, back home, even realizes he's gone.

Maybe that means he's been split off into another time-line, he questions with just a bit of sarcasm. Because, really, it's starting to seem like a bad sci-fi movie, now.]

Well, whatever. [He abruptly adds, directly after his question.] There's no point stressing over it.

[With that, he's going to start walking.]

What guy, though?

[totheright]

Weird stuff happens. ((He shrugs again.)) You get used to it, around here. There's a guy named Scurvey Dog - apparently he's been there since the beginning and he gives out, like, the closest equivalent to advice that we get. He's not too bad, I guess. I've never talked to him much, but my friend does.