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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!
scryinghope: (you heard my voice)

[personal profile] scryinghope 2013-08-25 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[There is a bomb sitting in the tavern. There's a bomb sitting in the tavern, wearing an admiral's cap and with a bristly white moustache. Descry is sitting in a corner and staring with mixed reactions of fascination and unease. Most of the unease comes from the other people in the tavern, the ones who belong to the island and are staring--or emphatically not staring--and stammering answers before escaping the, er, patron's conversation.

[Descry, however, is friends with a living skeleton. Then again, he's never seeing a living bomb before. He wouldn't have minded getting inside this one's head, except that ... well, he's a bomb. He obviously doesn't have a physical biological brain, because Descry certainly can't read his mind.

[Eventually Descry gets up and moves over with his tankard of cider, and sits down opposite the, er, bomb. He's not even really trying to hide the fact that he's staring. Or fascinated. At least he doesn't lead off with the many, many questions about physiology he would have liked to ask in lieu of being able to read the answers directly from the admiral's head.]

How long were you in the Navy?