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

[tsunderseaboat]

That's so ridiculous! You'd think with these journals at least, if there was something like that out there, someone would have said something, right?

[She is vastly overestimating the number of users they have...]

I'm grateful to be out from under that hag's thumb but it does me even less good to be stuck here!

[Sigh. HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO REUNITE WITH GUNZOU HERE]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Murasa chuckles a bit.]

The ocean's a pretty big place. It takes awhile to find things, even preposterously large ones. Like, say, a flying ship that doubles as a temple.

[tsunderseaboat]

That sounds ridiculous. How do you even keep something that big aloft?

[Then again, she's talking to a ghost. A ghost who can apparently imbibe liquids]

Have you seen something like that?

[sunk_your_battleship]

It's a special ship.

[tl;dr: Touhou]

I'm the captain of it. Before it, you know, disappeared. Along with everyone on it. Except me, who gets to be somewhere a few hundred years in the past where the stars make no sense and the charts are worse.

[Drink.]

Ha ha, must have been some party.

[THIS IS KIND OF DISTRESSING and she's trying to cover it up with brass cheek and booze. Some of that bitterness leaks into her voice anyway]

[tsunderseaboat]

That doesn't explain anything... and are you trying to act like you accidentally partied your way here?!

[This person is kind of infuriating!]

I feel sorry for your ship, having a captain like you.

[Murasa is clearly no Chihaya Gunzou]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[And just like that, all the humor is gone.]

No. It was a joke.

[That seems to have struck a nerve.]

[tsunderseaboat]

With how you were drinking down that alcohol, it was hard to tell.

[Okay she kind of feels bad about upsetting her but PRIDE WILL NOT LET HER BACK DOWN]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Murasa immediately cracks up laughing, but it's a joyless laugh.]

Hahaha, this is nothing.

[And she winds up to give her a seemingly good-natured swat on the shoulder. Her touch is freezing cold, not necessarily temperature-wise.]

[tsunderseaboat]

[Which makes Takao tense up - if it's not temperature wise, then what is it? Her sensors detect something weird but]

...so do you captain a ship here?

[sunk_your_battleship]

No, not here. Not yet, anyway. Do you?

[This person looked rather odd, at least in comparison to almost everything else here, but Murasa had seen far odder things captaining a ship. Herself, for instance!]

[tsunderseaboat]

I am a ship.

[Because wow, as far as she can tell, it really doesn't matter who the fuck knows she's from the Fleet of Fog here]

gtfo insomnia

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Murasa just looks at her again, some amusement starting to come back to her voice now.]

And this is from someone who doesn't believe in ghosts.

[tsunderseaboat]

Ghosts are supernatural. I'm a Mental Model created from nanomaterials.

[Totally way more believable.]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Staaaaare.]

I don't know, the spirit of a ship wandering around and talking sounds fairly supernatural to me.

[tsunderseaboat]

I'm not a spirit or another, I'm an avatar created by my Union Core using programming for my actions and nanomaterials for my body. There's nothing supernatural about it.

[sunk_your_battleship]

Avatar. Not supernatural. Right.

[This is a bit of a hard sell, since the one Murasa knows of represents a god and all.]

I assume nanomaterials are "very small otherwise non-sentient things", yes?

[SHE DOESN'T KNOW THIS STRANGE TECHNOLOGY but she can guess!]

[tsunderseaboat]

[Sorry loser she's thinking of computer avatars]

More or less. They're nanomachines that don't have any internal operating programs, so they only function while under the control of a union core.

[sunk_your_battleship]

[They're going to talk past each other forever at this rate.]

Sounds like a magician and their spells to me, just with the names changed.

[Or an old ghost and a bunch of undead underlings.]

[tsunderseaboat]

Yes, except it's not magic, okay? It's just highly advanced technology.

[STOP CALLING HER GHOST SHIP]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[SHE CAN'T HELP IT SHE'S A SHIP GHOST]

Still sounds like magic to me, but if you say so.

[tsunderseaboat]

You just come from an era too early then.

[If only she'd read more Arthur C. Clarke she could quote him about "sufficiently advanced technology"]

Magic isn't even a real thing. [...] Where I come from.

[sunk_your_battleship]

I remember electricity and sonar and gods of little things. Not really nanomachines.

It's not like one ceases to exist in the presence of the other, you know.

[tsunderseaboat]

Well, I guess if you were a human, a lot of humans didn't know about nanomachines until the last half century or so anyway...

Most of what people think of as magic was just tricks though. Or things that were later explained by science.

[sunk_your_battleship]

Science and I don't really get along too well.

[A moment of thought, and one of Murasa's hands turns greenish and transparent, shot through with grainy static. The air around it becomes much colder, and the odd aura she emits intensifies, becoming strange and unpleasant and feeling uncomfortably like death. Even the other patrons start to lean away, though few take notice of it otherwise.]

A lot of terms under the 'supernatural' umbrella are better at explaining things like me.

[With a flicker, her hand re-solidifies again much more quickly than it went all film grainy, and that aura returns to an acceptable level of weird. She seems to be looking at her hand with idle amusement.]

That was harder than it should've been. Booze must be kicking in.