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High Seas Mods ([personal profile] highseasmods) wrote in [community profile] reallybadeggs2013-08-23 05:22 pm
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Test Drive for September 2013 Apps




Welcome to our first Test Drive for [community profile] high_seas! Here is where players can test out their characters' voices, 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!
lonelygod: (Trust me)

Very nice description for the Doctor's mental state.

[personal profile] lonelygod 2013-08-30 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ooookay then...that definitely garners a look. It wasn't particularly difficult to tell when someone was poking 'round where they shouldn't, and inside the mind of this traveler is certainly one of those places. The faint scritch-scratching of another mind in his, and the general body language were a definite sign he'd felt and seen before. He puts one sneaker up on the rail of his boat, leans forward a bit and smiles casually. There's no malice in it, if anything it's an understanding, easygoing expression, but the Time Lord's face is definitely amused.]

No, no I'm quite alright. But you...you look a little green around the gills, as they say. Are you finished nosing around, because I can tell you from loads of personal experience that my head isn't always the nicest place to go exploring.
Edited 2013-08-30 16:39 (UTC)
scryinghope: (but you know your desire)

cheers!

[personal profile] scryinghope 2013-08-30 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Where Descry was from, mind-reading the way he did it was considered a myth. Where Descry was from, sorcerers were too arrogant, too secular, to ever accept the possibility of someone who had access to their every thought. Where Descry was from, his life depended on no one knowing what he could do. Or at least it had, until he'd been killed for that very reason.

[Which is why the Doctor's words make all the blood drain out of Descry's face. Because the Doctor knows somehow, he knows, and his thoughts spin too fast and in too many directions for Descry to dare trying to read him at all. Even still, when the redhead answers his voice is steady.]

Believe me, if I had the choice I wouldn't be 'nosing' around at all. Unfortunately, I don't.

[A beat, almost as if Descry is finished, and then he asks almost plaintively:]

I don't suppose you could try to not think so fast?
lonelygod: (Congenial)

[personal profile] lonelygod 2013-08-30 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, well that changes things dramatically then. An unwilling telepath...that was definitely something he could take some sort of pity on. With a little hop, the Doctor pops over the rail of his own boat and lands on the catamaran. Clearly he can't just sit there and let the red-haired man suffer on his account. Wasn't his fault and all that, now was it?]

No, but I can shut you out of my head if you'll give me your hand.

[He extends his own, confidence and kindness all but oozing from his expression.]

Trust me, I'm the Doctor.
scryinghope: (i will call you by name)

[personal profile] scryinghope 2013-08-30 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Descry automatically takes a step back when the Doctor vaults onto the Deuce, as if that extra physical distance will help. Usually it does, a little. Not so much this time. Like static, Descry decides. More like standing next to a highly staticky radio.

[And all of a sudden he's not sure whether the Doctor can read his mind back or not. Just in case, he slips into a very specific thought pattern, one belonging to his unit commander. His mannerisms shift, just slightly--just in the way he holds himself, gone from quiet watchfulness to a solid but unobtrusive presence. And he lifts an eyebrow, not taking the Doctor's hand. He can't read the Doctor's mind. He doesn't know if the Doctor is trustworthy. And he doesn't know if he wants someone tampering with his magic. The situation is unsettling, to understate things.

[His voice at least comes out mildly humorous, if dry.]

You sound like my ship-mate. He tends to find himself qualified for just about everything too. Unless it's getting a haircut, in which case he is extremely under-qualified.
lonelygod: (Well I am brilliant)

[personal profile] lonelygod 2013-09-05 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Welll...I am pretty much qualified for just about anything you could throw at me. As I'm sure you're guessed, I'm not exactly normal. I'm a Time Lord, from the planet Gallifrey and I've seen more in my lifespan than you lot could really even dream of. I can help you shut out the static, because I know exactly what's going on there, but you'll have to let me.

[He's perfectly content to let Descry just sit there though, that's his call and no skin off his teeth.]

But either way, what should I call you, since you know my name now. Fair's fair and all.
scryinghope: (you heard my voice)

[personal profile] scryinghope 2013-09-05 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not lying. There's not even a glimmer of an intent to lie, because he doesn't really need to inside that ... mess. That's part of the problem. Descry can't tell if this man is powerful enough to actively hide his lie, or if he doesn't because he just doesn't have to.]

I can dream of a lot.

[Descry might not be a Time Lord--while he can't read for certain what that is, he can most certainly guess just from the nature of the Doctor's mind--but he's lived thousands of lifetimes from the memories of others. He's got thousands of people inside his head. His words aren't a casual boast. And even then, he knows the Doctor isn't even remotely exaggerating. Because again, he doesn't have to.

[For one painfully clear moment, Descry wonders if this was how the others, those who know what he can do, see him. Know-it-all. Knowing so much there is no point in obfuscation. Knowing so much that all he can do is sit back and allow others their choices no matter how stupid he knows they are, because he can't make them for them. He wonders when he stopped being humble.]

Descry. My name is Descry Hopeless. What would you do? To ... shut out the static?

[Would it only assuage the presence of the Doctor's mind, or everyone else's? There are some things Descry isn't willing to give up, even though he never chose to have them in the first place.]