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

[slugly]

[they are quite precious and vicious, it's true. It's actually a pretty good pet name, not that she'll admit it

The hair again. She tugs at it as it's mentioned, looking self-conscious. It's hard to do ninja things when you're as noticeable as Naruto with his orange jumpsuit. It had never stopped her before but she figures now might be a good time to practice her transformation jutsus when she wants to try and be a LITTLE more stealthy.

Her shoulders square, not really caring about the boiling rum. It isn't TOO strange when people shoot giant fireballs out of their mouths sometimes where she's from.]

I wouldn't-- [nevermind]

I was hoping there's someone here who knows more about this place than I do so I could get some answers. I'd ask directly, but I get the feeling I'm already not very well-received.

[frostheartedrose]

[Bridget shrugged slightly and crossed her legs without flashing the room. There wasn't any reason to keep up the fanservice now that she had what she wanted. At least from this place. Next on her list was buying some weapons and getting something to eat that might have been made less than a week ago. At the moment she only had a dagger lifted from a pair of would-be-rapists.]

It hardly matters what you intend, the men here have alcohol in the system and a reason to be suspicious. They think I'm either a bored show-wife looking for a real man or a woman with a price on my bed. But they don't know anything you'd find useful.

[slugly]

[It's a little disheartening but at least now she could scratch this place off her list of places to get information and find somewhere cleaner and smells better.

But she can't let this go to waste.]

Do you?

[frostheartedrose]

Do I what? Have a bed that needs filled?

[Bridget's slit-pupiled eyes turned a bit playful. Oh dear... This kitten was so tempting to tease. She let the moment hang for a little bit and then actually smiled.]

Hardly. It's been a while since I've carried my swords and bow on a regular basis so I arrived without much in the way of useful tools. Now that I have some coin, I thought I'd fix that oversight and go find the people who really know what's going on.

[slugly]

[BLUSHING and then an embarrassed clearing of her throat

She reminds her a bit of Ino -- flirty and a take charge sort of personality.]

Could I join you? Two heads are better than one, right?

I'm Sakura.

[frostheartedrose]

[Take charge, check. Flirty? Well, more trolling than really flirty when it came to a place like this. But whatever, Bridget just used what she had as a weapon whenever she needed to. Most men just happened to lower their guard around a show of curves and skin.]

I don't mind, the name's Bridget. Just let me collect my journal...

[The glass of rum was left unsipped as she stood, all imposing five feet of her, and went over to the bartender. A small coin from her winnings and he handed her a book alarmingly similar to Sakura's.]

[slugly]

[That was definitely Ino thinking there too, not that Sakura can read thoughts. Another thing her best friend could do and she secretly envied. It would be nice to know what certain people thought.

Sakura smiles. And she probably would have followed her anyway, just from a distance. This just made things easier.]

Nice to meet you, Bridget.

[When they stand side by side, Sakura is only a couple inches taller at 5'3". While she doesn't look dangerous and more cute than deadly, Sakura could probably knock out every sloppy pirate in this pub with one hand tied behind her back.

But her eyes seemed to have locked on the identical book and she tugs hers out of her back pouch looking down at it.]

I have the same journal.

[What does THAT mean?]

[frostheartedrose]

[Congrats, Sakura. You're now in the company of a 1200 year old Ino with curves and telepathy! Except that Bridget had a soft spot for 'children' and a contempt for drunks who haven't showered since they last sailed through a thunderstorm.

At the comment, she turned glanced towards Sakura's book. It meant they were SOULMATES!!!!!sparkles! But not really.]

Hm, I suspected as much. None of the people who were born or live here have one. Have you looked through it all yet?

[slugly]

[Only difference is the age REALLY. Sakura would have contempt for that too. Gross.]

Um, no, not really. It was just nearby me and I decided to bring it along.

... Should I?

[frostheartedrose]

[Aw, but she's still young! No turning into a piece of jerky randomly, promise. One eyebrow will lift a bit though. Sakura hadn't bothered yet?]

Only if you want to figure out who might know what's going on. I'm not exactly sure what connects them, but as far as I can tell all of these journals are connected to each other no matter how far apart they are. What someone else writes in their journal, everyone else with a journal can read it.

[Bridget starts walking again, taking the time to attempt to poke Sakura's cheek as she passes but not expecting to succeed. Ah well, at least they may as well head out to somewhere Bridget can buy sharp, pointy objects as they talk.]

Which reminds me, is there something about you that might make you worth kidnapping?

[slugly]

[If she did turn into piece of jerky, she swears not to eat her.

She's actually looking down at the journal with a furrowed brow so she DOES succeed since she's not paying attention. And the action didn't have killing intent so she doesn't dodge it. There's a couple blinks at the poke and then she rubs her cheek.]

The pink hair isn't enough?

[She quips and follows Bridget, finally opening the journal to a random page.

It's... writing in itself.

What. Just going to stare in awe at it.]

[frostheartedrose]

[Poor Sakura... But Bridget is too busy getting outside into the semi-fresh air to follow up on anything. And since the sun went down a while ago there's no hesitation or staying in the shaded areas either.]

Well, it would be for myself. If someone was born with that color where I came from there would be a massive convention of doctors and scientists. Not to mention anyone willing to do some black market dealing. Even someone able to do some genetic manipulation needs some sort of base gene for pink hair. Pink, blue, green, purple... those aren't uncommon with kids, but it's all dyed.

[Bridget really hoped there would be someplace open at this time of evening. Not that she was in a rush, setting up a slow enough pace that Sakura could flip through the journal as they went.]

[slugly]

[Sakura just sort of falls along dazedly, out of her peripheral, because she's trying to make sense of this journal and how words are appearing in it without her writing in it herself.

Or someone performing a jutsu. Offhand she replies;]

Yes, it's natural. [And then back to what she's REALLY worried about.]

Is the journal... supposed to write itself?

[frostheartedrose]

[Bridget glanced back with a small, wry smile.]

I admit I'm a little jealous. Though I suppose it's difficult to wear purple...

[But that train of thought could be put on hold for now.]

Anyways. I've never seen a paper journal do anything like that, but the concept of sharing communications over a network of some kind isn't new to me. The book isn't writing itself, it's showing what other people are writing in their own journals.

[slugly]

[That was more of Ino's color anyway. Sakura can't picture herself in her best friend's signature garb. She was much happier with her red to--

Or green flak jacket and black shirt now.]

Amazing...

[She sounds as in awe as she looks, eyes glancing back down at the, at first glance, unremarkable little book.]

Yes, communicating over a broadcast isn't new to me either. But we use headsets and walkie talkies or jutsu. This is a very high level of technology. [Or... something else.] And very useful. Can anybody read anything you write?

[She pulls a pen from her pouch that she had snatched at the bar and writes a 'Hello?' in it.]

[frostheartedrose]

[Thank goodness, someone with at least some level of what she considered 'modern' communication. It didn't beat out telepathy quite yet but maybe in another few hundred years...]

Not really. It's just like a walkie but with writing as well as sound. I'm a little disappointed there isn't video yet but that took a good thirty or so years even in a place that didn't rely on rum to make water safe to drink.

[Bridget spotted a potential store and slowed to a stop so she could take a look through the little window.]

[slugly]

[Naw, they got telepathy but it's exclusive to a particular clan. And the one Bridget reminds her of is from the clan.

She's staring down at the journal waiting for a response but when nothing comes immediately, her focus is back on Bridget.]

You can record sound with this?

[This would need a lot of studying later, if she's going to use it.]

I can't believe something that's normally simple and common is able to act as a communicator, with writing and sound. What is it powered by?

[where batteries]