Test Drive for March 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

[francaisprincesse]

"Sure, keep telling yourselves that. As if any of the other nations believe you", she said with a wry smile. "I'm sure you haven't had a decent meal or drink. Since I haven't seen you the past few months, I'd take it you just arrived, oui?"

[english_dignity]

"As if I needed any more evidence that you're madder than a hatter, I don't now," he muttered with a scowl. Arthur glanced up and eyed her sideways. "A few minutes before your 'greeting.' And what will I owe you for this hospitality?"

[francaisprincesse]

"Keep telling yourself that mon cheri~!", her words were still sweet, but she didn't really appreciate his lack of confidence in her words. "Think of it as a treat from a fellow nation. My last one however until I can get more loot out at sea. I'd advise you keep your money to yourself for now because you'll need it to purchase your own ship"

[english_dignity]

Well what was he supposed to think? Arthur knew damn well that Francis had no sister, particularly not one who was another France. There were only two countries that he knew of with paired personifications, and Germany barely counted.

"Then I'll accept the meal," he said, seeing the logic of that at least.

[francaisprincesse]

"Good. I thought I'd have to duel against you just so you'd agree to a meal", she said as she pulled open the door to the island's pub and found her way into an old booth with nothing more but a curtain keeping it private. She glanced at one of the barmaids and issued her request. Some slices of meat, potatoes and a few rounds of ale.

[english_dignity]

"What, no wine?" Arthur asked with a little smirk as he slid into his seat, resting an arm on the table. He'd certainly been to enough pubs just like this one in his time. The curtains tended to be less of a guard against onlookers as a warning that eavesdroppers might get shot because you couldn't tell when the people inside were armed and short tempered.

[francaisprincesse]

"Oh trust me, this is not by choice. What remains of the few bottle of wines I've acquired from the inn keeper cost an arm and a leg... literally", she sighed as she took her sit. She took a well-mannered swig of the ale and glanced at Arthur once more. "This place is worse than the dark ages if you ask me"

[english_dignity]

"I don't know, it has a certain charm to it," he said, picking up his own drink and taking a less than well mannered swallow. There certainly was something about this place that reminded him of how fun his pirating days had been. "Kidnapping aside."

[francaisprincesse]

"Don't even start with me. You remember how terrible those times were. But then again, there were worse times, back when you were a small boy, non?", she uttered challengingly. "Kidnapping?"

[english_dignity]

Arthur replaced the reply about his side of the age of piracy with a glare at the reminder of his childhood. "Yes, that was an awful time. I was force fed French cooking so much that it still infects my language. And I meant kidnapping to here. I certainly didn't volunteer to come."

[francaisprincesse]

"Mon dieu! You should be thankful we give you proper food", she hissed as she remembers the awful food that Alice used to feed her. She called it food! The only thing good about her cooking was her pies and sandwiches.

"You are in the same boat as everyone else mon cheri~!", she sighed. "Everyone here has been kidnapped by Davy Jones~!"

[english_dignity]

"I already had proper food. Proper English food," he hissed right back. Even if he didn't quite believe she was who she said yet, it was hard not to just fall into the same habits of conversation as he did with Francis. "At least we don't eat snails or put raw egg on things. Oh yes, Alfred told me about your French pizzas."

[francaisprincesse]

"Clearly, you are mistaken mon cher!", she said with a slight tick of annoyance in her left eye's lower lid. He was certainly full of pride. Thankfully he's not as terrible as Alice when it came to dispensing her quiet insults. "I'm surprised Alfred even took a bite of your food!"

"I honestly see nothing wrong with that. Our dishes are exquisite", she started. Suddenly she shot an icy glare towards England. "Too bad I can't say the same about yours!"

[english_dignity]

"My food is delicious!" Arthur snapped, slamming down his ale onto the table, thankfully low enough not to slosh out. "And he loves my food. Always eats every bite when I give it to him!" True, he ate those bites with a complaint for each, but at least he ate them!

[francaisprincesse]

"Not in the real world it is not", she retorted quite immediately. There was no way in hell she'd admit Arthur was a good cook. Specially not when he saw the food Francis had to force down his throat to make the other man happy.

"It is sad, non? He has to lose his taste buds in order to say you're food is palatable!", she hissed slamming her gloved hands on the table and standing up to meet the other's feisty glare. "I'm glad he's not dead yet!"

[english_dignity]

"It's my excellent cooking that made him grow so big, you stupid frog!" he shot back, getting to his feet to match her. Like hell was he going to let her stand over him. Ever.

[francaisprincesse]

"Oh I do not doubt that", she said sarcastically. "Have you seen his belly? He'd eat anything that was edible. No refinement for good food at all!", she remarked with a sheepish smile. This one was hot headed unlike Alice who was always so calm even when she was murdering a person with her words already.

[english_dignity]

"I meant when he was little," Arthur said with a snort. Of course Alfred's food was crap now, though he kind of liked his burgers. "Made him big and strong."

[francaisprincesse]

"Don't forget fat", she remarked. "But enough about Alfred. You enjoy the conversation too much when it is about him", she said as she took her seat once more. Her features calm. "Do you still remember how to use a ship?"

[english_dignity]

"Ah yes, of course we can't have that," he said dryly, returning to his seat and taking another swallow of his drink. "I've never forgotten how to sail. Never will."

[francaisprincesse]

"Good. Because you'll need your skills.", her voice trailed off as she spun the potatoes in her plate using her fork. "Specially when the Navy tries to kill you.."

[english_dignity]

A bit of that old almost feral smile from his youth snuck onto Arthur's lips as he processed that. "I led the Spanish armada on a merry chase once. Should be no different."

[francaisprincesse]

"Ah oui. Antonio played quite well back then", she said grimly. "The navy is more organized however. Admirals and Captains. They will stop at nothing to ensure that Piracy will cease to exist"

[english_dignity]

"Challenge should keep things interesting at least," Arthur said with a chuckle. Looking at her, he tilted his head. "Assuming I believe you for now, a truce? Since we have a common enemy." And they'd done that before. Giving half the chance, he'd take up arms against Francis. But when the enemy was on the outside and a threat to them both? At least he could predict what the other nation would do.

[francaisprincesse]

"I'd rather sail quietly if you asked me", she said. Obviously the sleepless nights, the lack of proper luxuries and body care products are starting to show on Francine's features. How she detested it.

"I won't baby sit you or watch over you", she said coldly. "I have my hands full and two ships are hard to manage as it is. My crew depends on me. So like I said earlier, treats like this.. rather, help like this, will be rare. But truce, certainly."