Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

[highseasmods]

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!

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[skeletonenigma]

[Any evening is a boring evening for someone who doesn't need to sleep, eat, or drink. He could meditate, but as the only crew member who doesn't get tired, Skulduggery unfortunately makes the perfect lookout.

Or he would, if there was anything to look out for.

Eventually, he goes below decks to search for a chess set he saw down here at some point, and notices that someone isn't actually in a bunk.]

Can't sleep?

[polarization]

Not right now.

[ As someone whose body demands eleven hours or so of sleep a day to be in tip-top shape, Sefton's schedule is surprisingly all over the place. He usually supplements with naps, but considering he's on an odd ship with odd people (case in point, he is talking to a skeleton and resolutely trying to not look at him too hard right now), it's gotten even worse than usual. ]

Just waiting for everyone else to hit the hay first.

[skeletonenigma]

You'll be waiting for a while. I don't sleep.

[His head tilts to the side. Sailing leaves a surprising amount of time to get to know your shipmates, but for some reason Skulduggery cannot even begin to fathom, most people have been trying to avoid him.

That's not strictly true. He can fathom. Which is why the fact that he's only seen this boy once or twice before doesn't surprise him.]

You're usually in the crow's nest, aren't you?

[polarization]

Mhmm. You're usually not.

[ What? They're stating the obvious now, right? ]

Didn't mean I was waiting for you, anyway.

[skeletonenigma]

I never said you were. The fact that you're so quick to say so, of course, belies your argument. It suggests you're as bored as I am, and willing to do anything to stave off that boredom, even if it means talking to someone as impressively intimidating as myself.

[He's wandering over to one of the chests now. It may or may not be his, but he's fairly sure it contains what he's looking for, either way.]

How are you at chess?

[polarization]

Uh... 've played it?

[ Sefton blinks while Skulduggery's back is turned. Wait, is the skeleton inviting him to play chess to stave off boredom on the pirate ship on the other planet where people from hundreds of different universes have been dragged in? What? ]

Not that good, though.

[skeletonenigma]

[Why, yes. Yes he is.

He gets bored very easily.]

Excellent. You can learn. I'm assuming you know all the basic rules.

[polarization]

Well, yeah, but... Couldn't you read your journal or something?

[ i'm 15 and what is positive social interaction ]

[skeletonenigma]

I could, but I already have. Cover to cover. You'd be amazed how much time you gain when you don't need to sleep.

[Ah-ha! A chess set. Skulduggery lifts it out of the chest and carries it over, seemingly unaware of Sefton's antisocial tendencies or how much the boy really isn't enamoured by chess.]

disclaimer: mun does not know chess.

[polarization]

[ It's not that he doesn't like chess, so much as he is super-wary of any and all interaction with people. Even when said people are magical skeletons. He looks at the board more than Skulduggery. ]

'Bout half a day's worth, I'd guess.

Perfect! Neither do I. :3

[skeletonenigma]

Exactly. Eight hours. You can do a lot in eight hours. I've seen the world nearly end in eight hours.

[He sets out the chess board, starting with black. He'll move over to white if Sefton doesn't help out, though. Sorry, Sefton, you're going to play chess even if Skulduggery has to make all of your moves for you - and he will, too.]

We stopped that from happening, though.

Sweet!

[polarization]

[ Sefton's going to wait for Skulduggery to look done with the black before he makes a move on the white. Do not want to accidentally bump his bony hand there, thank you. ]

... how d'you even—?

[skeletonenigma]

[A chuckle.] It depends. Once or twice by using what are affectionately known as God-killer weapons, and once by sacrificing myself for the greater good.

[Well, sort of. He was dragged into that last part. Same principle, though.]

You must have stories about where you come from.

[polarization]

Not like that.

[ Who has stories about apparently killing gods twice over and then apparently sacrificing themselves to do more of the same? ]

S' that why you're... bony?

[skeletonenigma]

[And those are the least of the stories he has, believe you him.]

I'm bony because I'm a skeleton.

[polarization]

No kidding.

[ He gives Skul a look like that was not the question, you dolt. Teenagers are expressive like that. ]

[skeletonenigma]

Hard to believe, I know.

[You can't tell, but he's shooting you this peaceful smile. If you want more out of him, you're going to have to ask.]

[polarization]

[ There's a pause where Sefton just focuses on setting up the pieces. Once, he has to stop and compare to Skulduggery's side of the board before he continues. ]

're you a skeleton 'cause you... sacrificed yourself?

[skeletonenigma]

No. I fell into an elaborately planned trap and I was murdered. If anything, my death spurred on a war that might have been ended right there and then if I hadn't gone and gotten myself killed.

[His voice is even, cheerful almost.]

White, or black?

[polarization]

What? Then... wait. How—?

[ There's a pause where he tries to hide him just taking a breath. ]

Black's fine.

[skeletonenigma]

-did I come back? Haven't the foggiest.

[It's a default answer, one given out of pure habit. He knows now. That doesn't mean he has to be happy with the knowledge.]

Are you sure? White moves first.

[polarization]

Seriously?

[ Sefton shrugs at the question. ]

Not gonna win anyway. Go 'head.

[skeletonenigma]

Seriously.

[There's a moment where he just sits and looks at Sefton, like he can't understand why someone wouldn't try - or why the threat of losing wouldn't spur them into trying.]

That's no excuse not to learn. [He makes a move with white.] Tell me about yourself.

[polarization]

Must stink.

[ Sefton waits, tries to pay attention to the move like it will tell him anything. First move is always important, right? In the end, he makes his own move with black and keeps his focus on the board. He never said he won't learn from the experience... just that his current skill is completely lacking. ]

Not much to tell.

[skeletonenigma]

[He laughs.] I've had a while to get over it.

[There's barely a pause before his next move, his empty eye sockets never even tilting towards the board.] Really? What about your aversion to being touched?