Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

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Welcome to our first Test Drive for 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!

Comments

[scryinghope]

[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]

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]

[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.]