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!

Comments

[scryinghope]

[That just gets Sefton a smile, one that actually registers around Descry's mouth instead of just in his eyes. It is there too, of course, with the twinkle of amusement.]

Skulduggery's the sailor. I'm a bee-keeper. It's soothing.

[It provides a nice physical background hum which takes the edge off the mental background hum. When he was still at the monastery, he'd always been most content in the garden, tending the bees. He leads the way out onto the deck, toward the captain's cabin.]

And honey is a good thing to have on a ship. It never spoils, it can be used in cooking, it has medicinal properties ... and, of course, it tastes wonderful.

[polarization]

[ Sefton resists a sigh and follows up behind at his own distance. ]

How much honey could you possibly make on a ship like this?

[scryinghope]

I don't know. That's one of the reasons I'm giving it a try.

[Also the reason why he used the biggest and most protected cabin--not that Skulduggery was happy about it. It's not like Skulduggery needs to sleep or rest anyway.]

But it's working, to some extent. There was some on your chocolate.

[polarization]

[ Beat. ] Yeah, noticed that.

Just thought it'd make good cocoa?

[scryinghope]

Though it would give a nice aftertaste. Though that wasn't actually cocoa beans.

[He glances over his shoulder, and yes, his eyes are still twinkling.]

That was the bark of a chocolate-tree. By which I mean a tree made of chocolate.

[polarization]

—what? You're joking.

[ There's no way Descry got away with enough chocolate-tree to make cocoa and no one else noticed or said a word. No way. ]

[scryinghope]

[Of course there's a way. The whole mind-reading thing helps with smuggling contraband.]

I do joke, on occasion. But right now the truth is far more amusing.

[polarization]

[ That's so rude, man. So rude. ]

How? Where? [ Beat. ] How much?

[scryinghope]

At one of those various and sundry islands, somewhere out there.

[He waves vaguely out at the ocean.]

And enough to make drinks from it. Here we are.

[The captain's cabin doesn't exactly lock, but the door does at least close properly. Descry opens it and steps aside, a decent distance, to let Sefton in first. Inside? Well, he didn't use the word 'garden' lightly. The air is a bit stuffy with fragrance, but when Descry moves in he goes to open some of the portholes.

[And yes, there is a soft hum of bees. The hive is in the corner. It's a small one, in a worn old log, but it's there.]

[polarization]

[ Sefton waits for Descry to move toward the windows before he lets himself in, hand resting on the open door momentarily before he moves further and leans it partially closed behind him. ]

S' that safe?

[scryinghope]

They're not interested in going anywhere there's a lot of salt and no flowers.

[In the case of being stung, well, every bee-keeper expects stings. Descry can't exactly read their minds, because they don't have minds, but he knows how to read aggression. And how to avoid it.]

I know the split isn't in this corner. The bees avoid that one, though.

[He nods toward the opposite, on the deck side.]

[polarization]

[ Sefton keeps a bit of an eye on the bees as he moves over toward it, tilting his ear toward the wall to both listen for any wind through a crack or feel the brush of air against his skin and clothes. ]

Can't guarantee nobody'll bring more flowers onto the ship, y'know.

[scryinghope]

[It's such an irrelevant, trivial and deliberately belligerent comment that it makes Descry smile.]

True. And some of them will probably escape the cabin to follow up on that, but they'll also soon realise it's not worth their time and the risk.

[To within a given definition of 'realise'. Descry pushes open the last porthole and turns around, more toward Sefton but without actually moving toward the teen. Instead he starts checking the flowers. He chose these for their resistance to the salt water--they grew on shorelines--but the shoreline still had a good chance of a breeze coming from inland. No such luck out here.]

I suspect the seam might be at fault, up near the ceiling and in where the wall meets the bulkhead. It's just that the beams are set too narrowly for me to tell.

[polarization]

[ His attention briefly flickers toward Descry anyway, an instinctual action to keep the man placed within his peripheral. Once he's satisfied that Descry isn't moving any closer, which doesn't take very long, Sefton turns back toward his search. He looks upward at that information, now glancing around for something he might be able to climb up on. ]

Really should just stop somewhere populated 'n have professionals look at this...