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Test Drive for January 2014 Apps

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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[Hope you weren't using that table, Sakura. Because a brick of a guy just sailed through the air and crashed right through it. Besides a small grunt of discomfort, the man didn't seem too affected by his flight. He simply stares up.]

...I guess that guy's ego was a little more sensitive than I thought.

[Cody sits up, cracking his neck a few times before finishing the bottle of beer in his hand. It's only then he realizes someone was there. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his manacles clinking loudly.]

Ah. Sorry about that. Didn't have much control over where I got tossed.

[Yes, it was quite a nice place to set her glass of water on when she's not drinking it, thanks. She just sort of jumps and stares down at him, blinking wide eyes a couple times and not sure what to make of the sudden body.

She has to fight the urge to press a hand to her face for that one-liner even if it's not directed at her. She just sort of watches him finish his beer and roll pieces of table off his shoulders like it was nothing.]

No, it's-- Are you alright?

[It's all she can think to ask because what else do you ask someone that caved in your table?]

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[A trickle of blood runs down the side of his head, causing him to rub a finger through it and look at it in the light.]

Ah, no big deal. Head wounds just bleed a lot, but they clot up quick. Not the first time I went through a table. Apparently this guy didn't like the intimations I made about his mother.

[He watches the large, incensed man leave. The two lock eyes for a moment.]

I was hopin' he was tougher, though. Guy his size should hit a lot harder.

[Not surprised he got hit then if he was taking shots at his mother. She sort of frowns a little until he mentions the fact that a big guy meant harder hits.]

Size isn't everything.

[She has a secret sort of smile as she says it and then offers her hand to help him up. Then she notices the blood on his fingers and that smirk drops back into concern while she hauls him onto his feet.

The crowd seems to have gone back to their own devices, like broken tables aren't all that uncommon.]

If you hit your head, there's a chance you could be concussed.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[There's a small, unworried shrug of his shoulders.]

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? I'm sure that's how brains work.

[Medic mode go]

That doesn't mean there should be a second or third time.

[People that try and play off injuries are the worst. She's visibly irritated now and reminded of stubborn patients.]

Maybe it won't kill you but it there could be permanent damage. You should see a doctor.

I've been to plenty of prison medics.

[He tenses the chain between his wrist manacles with a small smirk.]

Trust me, that kinda' bedside manner will make anyone think twice about seeing doctors. Why do you care, anyway?

[Sakura doesn't smile or smirk back. Her expression is a bit hard.]

Because I'm a medic and I don't have patience for people who think they can tough out injuries or wave it off.

Do you have any idea how many times I've been lacerated, beat-down, nearly blown up, and broken?

[Not a flicker of change in expression.]

None of that has anything to do with head injuries.

[sigh]

Will you at least let me check to make sure there's no lasting damage? I promise my bedside manner is much better than any prison doctor.

[His gaze narrows as he looks her over for a moment, trying to figure out if it's safe.]

...Are you an actual Doctor? You can't be more than a teenager. Not to mention I don't know many physicians who dye their hair wild pink.

[Eventually he decides to go along with it. Not like he has much to lose, right?]

Alright, do as you please. Don't know if a place like this is much good for an examination, though. Dives like this ain't exactly sterile.

[Her cheeks flush angrily.]

Hair color has nothing to do with--

[Nothing to do with anything, really.]

Come on.

[Out the door she goes, reigning in her horrible temper so she doesn't make the head injury worse.]

[Cody wobbles a little as he steps out the door, but tries to play it off. Light concussions don't mix well with alcohol.]

Hey, slow down.

[DOESN'T.

Okay, maybe she does a little and looks over her shoulder to make sure he doesn't fall over or faint.

At least they're out of the bar and now nearby some crates, which she gestures to. And Sakura's temper has simmered down now so her tone isn't as clipped when she says;]

Please sit down.

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