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Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

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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_{[ Being a pirate is very hard work. Someone has to drink all of that rum, and Captain Jack Sparrow has always been the type of man to sacrifice his liver for the good of his men.

So there he is, lying upon a makeshift raft, drinking bottles and bottles of rum.

Really, he's practically gone through a crate already, and that coupled with the sea blazing straight onto him - well, madness is never too far away with Captain Jack, and there's nothing like drunken heatstroke to bring him back into that familiar haze of insanity.

Still, he really seems to be enjoying himself, judging by the fact that he's been singing really bad eggs over and over for the last six hours. And who doesn't love a singalong?

With his fingertips dipped into the sea beside him, he watches as the clouds above him form into strange animals, plants and other engaging images. He's not sure how long he's been doing that for, he just knows that his other self happens to be doing the exact same thing - and that's always a good bonding moment. ]}

Did you see that one?

_{[ He turns his head towards himself and stares meaningfully, ignoring the way the world seems to swim as soon as he moves so much as an inch. ]}

Yes, it was quite a spectacular banana tree. Who knew that they could wear corsets so well?

_{[ Nodding along with his hallucination, Jack completely ignores when his view of the clouds above is skewed by some sort of great, hulking thing made of wood sails into it.

And if it's sailing, it's probably a ship. Or at least a boat. That'd probably be helpful if it wasn't a figment of his own imagination. ]}

[Well, at least one ship passing by isn't a figment of Jack's imagination, and lucky for him, Kurt's crew had a reputation of picking up stranded or shipwrecked people.

The nutty captain, then, is causing quite a stir as a few yell out to him to try to figure out exactly what's going on. After a short time, there's a rowboat trying to come up to the raft, with the currently-furred captain on board and holding his hands up disarmingly.]

Are you... er, all there?

_{[ Jack finds this whole ship business to be quite rude. On the one hand, there's a possibility of being rescued - on the other, there's a chance that this is nothing more than a mirage. and judging by the fact that there happens to be some sort of beastie using perfect English in his general direction, he's going to assume that this is about as real as his moral code is.

Pushing himself up with very great effort, he smiles at the... well, the ... captain and vaguely gestures towards his other self. ... Which is mostly known as being nothing more than air, if anyone else happens to be looking where he is. ]}

Of course I'm all there. I'm the perfect image of being entirely there. You won't find a finer person to be anywhere else, and being right there and here happens to be a speciality I've only just managed to perfect.

_{[ Yes. His other self is beaming too - or at least he was at the introduction. He's making quite the face as he stares at the captain before him, though he's quite keen on that rowboat. ]}

[The whole reason Kurt tends to approach things in worgen form lately is because the last few "shipwrecked" tried to mug him and take his ship. As funny as it is to see the terror on their face when he changes, he's gotten a bit tired of it.

As it is, he raises an eyebrow at Jack, making a thoughtful noise. Some of the crew on the rowboat are snickering.]

I see. Well, then, being such a fine person, I'd say you deserve a free meal. Why don't you come with us?

_{[ The thing is, if Jack's approached by anything that isn't human, he tends to be somewhat on edge. It most likely stems from that one time he was eaten by the kracken. No hard feelings, mate, he's just not into it.

Which is very obvious, given the way he scoops up the last remaining bottles of his rum supply and hugs them tightly towards his chest. ]}

But why's it free?

Because you're out here, delirious, and almost out of alcohol. It would be a shame for a pirate to not have rum to drink, wouldn't it?

[He'll let the wolf form fizzle away back into his human one. Is this a bit better?]

Besides, you clearly could use a better... lift than this.

_{[ Well, he did make a good point about the alcohol beginning to run out. And it would probably be best if he did get some sort of mea- ... did he just... melt into a human being? Jack may have had his fair share of unknown substances, and hell, he may have seen some downright insane things in his time, but he's never seen a wolf turn into a man.

Slowly, he looks down at his bottle of rum and wrinkles his nose. ]}

Let's say I do go with you, eh? What then? You feed me, give me more rum. What do I need to do in return for your kind services?

A-aww, thank you~

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[It's a good day. The winds are in their favor and the sky is clear; a lovely day to make some time, honestly.

And he's in a good mood, despite the Triton's Mistress not being the Pearl. She's a fine ship, for what she is, even if there are still kinks to work out and quirks to learn, but overall, he could have done worse picking her out.

And so he leans on the railing of the quarterdeck to pull out his spyglass, to take a peek at what might be around.

What he sees through the glass, however, causes an abrupt mood swing completely. No. Surely not. Not here.

There is no logical way he's followed him here. Though finding him on a raft, and not with a ship of his own, is completely unsurprising. Of course Jack can't do a single thing right. Of course not.]

Haul to, haul to, ye cack-handed deck apes, avast. [And once their moving to actually roll the sails and slow the Mistress down does he actually call out, to the tiny, tiny little figure on the raft.]

Ahoy, Jack! Fine day for a sail, mate. [And even yelling at the top of his lungs, is his amusement evident.]

_{[ It's a day. It might have been bad at some point, and it was probably good at some other point, but now it's simply a day. There's only so much a man of jack's current mental state can compartmentalise, and goodness and badness doesn't happen to be one of those things - he can, however, differentiate from rum and no rum (which is really all he needed). He's fairly certain he can see the heat rolling off of his skin, and he knows that the other him can see him burning (because he can see it too). The headache that comes with being shipwrecked and out of water is to be expected, but Jack really thinks that the rum should have dulled it down some.

Somewhere in the distance, he can hear a voice. a familiar voice. a voice he doesn't want to hear, and he hopes that it's some sort of auditory process in which his mind carefully separates annoyances from every other occurrence currently happening, but he also knows that his luck tends to leave him somewhat screwed. Flicking his compass open in order to stare blankly down at it informs him that he has no idea what he wants which is about as useful as a compass that doesn't point north promises to be.

Really, if he didn't have to hear that voice for the rest of his life, it would still be too soon. So to compensate for the fact that Hector Barbossa is shouting down towards him, Jack decides to drown him out with another chorus of 'yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me' along with himself. It's quite a rousing performance, or it might have been, if he hadn't slurred on every single word. ]}

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[And thus comes the eye roll to end all eye rolls, along with an exasperated sigh. Jack? Is an idiot, and this proves that he's an idiot, and really, if he had something he could lob at his head, he would.

But there's nothing near to hand besides his spyglass, and he actually needs that.

So he sucks in a breath, and shouts over Jack's horrendous singing, knowing very well he's the louder of the two: He's spent more years yelling over the wind and the surprising noise on a ship's deck, and his lungs are built for it.]

I know you hear me, Jack Sparrow. Quit acting like an absolute child. [And pay attention when he's insulting you.] I see you found yourself a fine vessel. Good job, there, Jack.

_{[ You may roll your eyes, Barbossa, but Jack is having a very merry singalong without you, and you're not invited. In fact, you shall never be invited, because Jack is very important and he has no time to be dealing with treacherous pirates that have tried to kill him a few times over.

Which, generally speaking, is pretty much every single pirate that ever existed.

So he usually has to get over such notions - but that doesn't stop him from being unimpressed with his current circumstances. Swaying slightly, he seems utterly shocked and oh so very surprised to see Barbossa just a few feet way. Or it looks like it's a few feet - his eyes might be playing tricks on him, though. ]}

Ah, Hector! So pleased you could join me.

_{[ You're probably not even there, mate. Which is why he doesn't seem to upset just yet.

Or maybe he is there. It's not as though it would matter either way. ]}

I'm glad you've noticed, mate, it took me an entire night to pull this lot together.

_{[ Because your insults can be turned into compliment if one ignores the sarcasm! ]}

[Dear God, he's gone round the bend again, hasn't he?

He has, Hector's sure of it.

Lovely.

Well, the good news is that he's not on the Mistress. Which means Hector has no obligation to look after his sorry hide. And that is a wonderful thing.]

Jack, couldn't you find yourself a proper ship, mate. Why. [He gestures over the long deck of the sloop he's now the somewhat-proud owner of.] Even I managed this. Come on, Jack, it's no fun to blow ye out of the water in a raft.

[it's actually kind of a falling apart wreck. Luffy had been exploring but there had been no food so he climbs back down and into his barrel. He spots Jack lying on the raft and unties his barrel before paddling over to where he is]

There isn't any meat or anything cool on that. [since meat is the biggest concern] But I found a cool shell. [He pulls it out to show it spiraly shape] I wonder how it got on there.

_{[ ... Is that a man in a barrel.

Jack's imagination is the best. There is no better imagination. ]}

Well, everyone knows that shells are the most important part on any and all boats, shipwrecked or not.

_{[ Who even is this guy. ]}

No way. Food and nakama are. [yep] And sails. [yep yep.] And a roof.

youp.

[he ties his barrel to Jack's raft and hops out to sit beside him] This is pretty cool! [pats it] Did you make it yourself?

_{[ What is he even saying?? ]}

... Aye! Everyone needs a good nakama or two.

_{[ He has no idea what he's saying, now. This voyage has turned out to be quite the surprise. When his newfound friend sits himself down upon his raft, Jack pulls his legs aside and sits himself up (and his other self follows his actions, leaning in conspiratorially to whisper something that sounds suspiciously like 'hide the rum' - which Jack then idly picks up, trying to look as nonchalant as possible). ]}

That I did! Took hours, it did.

Oh yeah? [Pat pat snap. 'hide the broken piece' Luffy idly puts it behind him looking not guilty at all]

It's in pretty great shape. [innocent whistling]

_{[ Jack's far too delirious to piece a snap and Luffy together. Or maybe he isn't. Either way, he's apparently ignored it. ]}

It'll do.

_{[ until a better option comes along, anyway. ]}

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[Sora has long been bored. He had managed to buy a relatively decent ship. No, it is definitely nothing like Captain Jack Sparrows precious Pearl... but it does what it is supposed to (or so Sora thinks,... but what the heck is he supposed to know about ships?). The only thing Sora can thing of that is wrong, is that he does not actually have a crew.

He may have just found a cure for his boredom, though. He brings the ship to a stop next to the slightly familiar figure. He runs to the side of the ship that gives him a full view of the person. And it is, indeed, who he thought it was!]

Jack!

[He calls out to the person with a grin. How is he to know that this is not the same Captain Jack Sparrow?]

[ Your imagination has probably conjured up an absurd woman wearing a witch's outfit that is blindingly pink as well. On a broomstick, Right over your little raft. That boat is the one she's a member of, and, well, if he was sitting out at sea he'd either make good company for a show, good food for one of their pickiest eaters on board, or just a helping hand. ]

Hah! You're completely smashed! ♥ That's adorable.

[ Says the floating witch-magician with sparkles in her brown hair and a giant pink cape. ]

Need a lift, booze-boy?

[A raft? A raft?

Arthur's sunburned fingers reach to the edge of it. Sunbaked and slurring incoherently in response to a nearby voice (that would be Jack) he's perched precariously on a barrel.

A raft is like some kind of godsent luxury thing compared to a barrel-- except when there's someone else on it.]

What's this about corsets...?

[He actually doesn't know how long he's been adrift. The unfortunate part of being immortal is that dying is more like taking a very unpleasant nap, and if one happens to remain in the same spot one died, then one will wake to the same nightmare last his eyes saw before his heart gave way.

Any change of scenery, however drunken or mad, is actually quite welcome, and he latches onto the edge of Jack's raft from his bobbing barrel with the tenacity of a dying man's last strength.]

[Well. They had managed with the rope, anyway. Miguel was well and truly certain they had enough rope to sail. Perhaps. Or maybe they should have bought just a little more. One never knew when a little rope would come in handy. Tying things up. Belts. Several...other functions which he couldn't think of at the moment, but existed anyway, he was sure.

He leaned against the rail of the small boat with a small hint of what had the potential to become a frown. He had to admit it, Tulio just may have had a point on this one. They really should have picked up someone who actually knew how to sail before shoving off to adventure and glories unknown. If only because this whole drifting along the waves business was seriously getting in the way of the actual adventures. Exploring required land to explore. They hadn't spotted an island in the whole...how ever long they'd been out to sea. Miguel had celebrated their maiden voyage on the first night out by dipping into the wine and was fairly sure- based on Tulio's yelling that followed- he'd missed a few days in between now and then as a result.

Ah well.

It was during this rare moment of introspection Miguel noticed the raft below. And that hint of a frown was blown away by a huge, dazzling grin. He knew all that rope would have yet another use.]

Tossing it to survivors! Oh, I knew we'd need it.

[It's about the time Descry starts getting snatches of thoughts from across a swell of ocean that he realises someone else is out there.

[By the time the shadow of his sailing boat casts over the man in his raft, Descry is almost wishing he'd left well enough alone and his temples are throbbing like a drum-beat. As much as the Dead Men like to joke that they're all insane, Descry prefers to avoid people who are actually insane. They give him a headache. People who are insane and drunk are even worse.

[Even still, his expression is fairly impassive as he leans on the edge, save for the lines around his eyes which indicate that his head is ringing. He looks up at the sky and the clouds which this man, this Captain Jack Sparrow, is seeing and yet aren't quite there.]

I'd have been more worried about the hippo, personally. She looked like she was about to suffocate.

[ Ah, how amusing.

He drops down on the raft, a rope in a hand so the ship won't leave without him. He told them he would check out whoever this was, after all. Not that he'd go down for a bit of entertainment. ]

Would you be waiting for the tree to start to dance as well?

[ Tenka looks pretty amused by the sight down on the raft. ]

Hey, need any help with that?

[ And by 'that', he means the rum, of course. ]

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captain jack sparrow | pirates of the caribbean

/dies of glee

dfgdfgo HELLO

JACKKKKK. <3 ohgod he is like my favorite character of -anything-

siodfk I just hope I'm doing him justice

I have no complaints so far. /stalking all the Jack replies

weeps you're adorable thank you

A-aww, thank you~

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O. It's you. /nottalking

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/NOTTALKING MOST

/NOTTALKING x INFINITY and beyond

w/e w/e

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I laughed so hard

XD I'm glad

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I adore you already. Just fyi.

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