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!

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[getspunched]

[Okay, well. Call him crazy, but that's not how he's ever made pancakes. Maybe he's doing it wrong...?

Bending over, he picks up the tub not far from his feet. Spinning it in his hands, he gives her just the slightest lifting of his eyebrow.]

...I see.

[He's not going to offer to help cook, since that's not exactly something he's comfortable doing. His cooking talent is supposed to be a secret, anyway. He holds the tub out towards her.]

You should be more careful.

[Translation: kitchen = sharp knives, hot things, etc. and you could get hurt.]

[booyaka_boom]

*Yup, he's definitely the one that's doing this wrong. Nothing to do with Selphie. Nope. She looks a little sheepish, though she's still laughing at her own predicament. Taking the tub from him, she carefully turns to put it on the table*

Well, that's the thing. I was being careful! It's just...someone decided to put the tub up too high!

*Still shaking off the flour, she points behind to the chair that she clearly fell from*

I mean, seriously. Flour is important, why keep it so high up, ya know?

[getspunched]

[Well, someone should clearly give him the memo on this, for future reference. Then....

...Whoops.

That...might have been him, Selphie. Glancing to the side, he quietly rubs at the back of his neck. Being new to the ship, he was curious to check everything out. During his exploration, he had gotten distracted. The flour...might have been placed a little higher than it originally was supposed to be?

OKAY, SO IT WAS HIM...What of it?!

He gave an annoyed-sounding huff, before saying the next part.]

Well, it's not like I knew someone [SOMEONE SHORT, RATHER.] was gonna jump to using it. [Glances to the side.] I was actually headin' back in here to put it in the right spot.

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie does a little twirl to see if that will shake off most of the flour, and it kind of does, but she still looks a little pale. She goes off to right the chair back up and push it under the table, but that's when he speaks up and she looks offended*

You! It was you! What if I'd died? What if I drowned in flour and it all got sucked into my lungs! What if I'd cracked my head open on the floor and I'd been like a big Selphie pancake mix? What then? Huh?

*She's been getting steadily closer, finger outstretched, until she's close enough that her finger touches the centre of his chest*

[getspunched]

[...That's one hell of an imagination she's got there.

The S.E.E.S member's brow quirks just a bit as the smaller teen is suddenly moving in. By the time the finger is touching the red coat, Shinjiro is staring quietly at the shorter person's face. A bit of an unamused expression resting on his own, he lets out a sigh.]

I don't recall forcing you to climb onto a chair.

[Looking to the side, he tucks his hands even deeper into his pockets.]

You could've just asked someone else to come and get it down for you.

[booyaka_boom]

Actually, by putting the flour so high up, you basically did. It's not like I was gonna fly up there to get it.

*Selphie just pulls a face at that unamused look, and she's going to just keep staring up at him until he finally glances away. When he does, she smiles to herself, and wipes the rest of the flour on his chest before taking her hand away*

Really? I bet if I'd gone to ask someone they woulda just told me to get a chair and do it myself.

[getspunched]

[He really does not see how that constitutes as him forcing her to get up in a chair. She's the one who wants to cook. She's the one who could have asked someone for help. Isn't that...one guy the chef, anyway?]

.......................

[He feels the hand wipe across his chest and his eye twitches ever-so-slightly. What.

The.

Fuck. Was that for? Looking back at her, there's a nice frown resting on his face. He's done well to take care of this coat. He actually really likes this coat. It isn't that he's materialistic, or anything. He just. Happens to be fond of one of the few possessions he actually has.]

Either way, you didn't even bother asking.

[He would have gotten it down for her, okay. Since. Well. It's kind of his fault it was up there, to begin with.]

[booyaka_boom]

*Actually, Selphie thought it was funny at the time, but as she stares at the hand print on his chest, she's thinking that maybe it wasn't the smartest move*

Oops - I'm sorry!

*So she goes to rub it away, but it just spreads it over. At least it's not much... She's still definitely wearing more flour than he is, but she's at least looking a little sheepish now*

So, next time, if I need anything, I can just come ask you instead, huh?