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Test Drive for June 2014 Apps

Welcome to your monthly Test Drive for

high_seas! Here is where new players can test out their characters' voices, old players can 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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Yes, vegetables with roasted lamb are usually roasted with the lamb.

[Did this guy know nothing of food? Now he was making suggestions. Not even the house elves did that when a meal was already ordered.]

I don't fancy picking my lamb off of a stick only for it to be overcooked. No, the way I mentioned is just fine. Surely you can't be the only cook here. Ask one of the others.

[Must she tell him step by step how to find out how to cook the meal she ordered? It would have been much easier if he just knew how to make it already. This was why new elves were given training before they were relied upon. If only she had one of them here now.]

We don't really have a cook. We mostly cook for ourselves.

Then who among you is the best?

Well, we don't actually cook for each other, so I don't really know?

[She was not cooking for herself, if that's what he was implying.]

Then you can ask everyone until you get an answer. Tell me I didn't arrive on a ship where no one can cook properly.

I'm not going to ask everyone. If you want someone else to cook for you, you should ask them yourself.

[He'd been willing to do some cooking, but he knew his limits. If she didn't like that, she could ask someone else on her own.]

[She glared at him. He was not backing down, was he? She was about to get up and find someone more suitable for the task, since this one obviously failed at it, but her stomach gave a sharp pain. Okay, so she hadn't really eaten for a few days. The lack of house-elves and the fact that she didn't know the first thing about cooking sort of prevented her from it. Not to mention that she still didn't quite trust these people she had to live on the ship with.

She sighed. It wasn't often she had to give in to the inferior, but... she didn't really have a choice right then. Not if she wanted to finally eat something before the pain got worse. Why couldn't there be house-elves here?]

Very well, do it your way. Though to improve your skill, you really should ask someone.

[Also, she wasn't going anywhere. She had to make sure he wasn't going to burn her food.]

[Wan frowned, but went to the food storage (the fridge), pulled out the meat (couldn't find koalalamb or lamb of any kind, settled for chicken), pulled out the veggies, then went to find skewers. Knives were close enough by that he could cut the pieces within her line of sight. Each one was about an inch cubed, then slid down the long wooden dowels.

Once that was all finished and Wan had washed his hands, he placed the skewers over the open grill top that sat above the stove. He didn't turn the stove on, of course, because he could create his own fire and regulating that temperature was a lot easier than working with the stove.

She wanted her food roasted? Well, it was definitely getting licked by the flames now.]

[For better or worse, the last remaining crewmate also happens to be the least pleasant one to deal with. Ragna the Bloodedge is not known for his proper conduct toward ladies─ or anyone, for that matter─ so approaching him while he's injured on top of his usual grouchy attitude requires some courage.

Upon entering the room, Luna will find the Grim Reaper sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. His clothes are torn and covered in blood, but that doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Hearing the door creak, he turns to greet the visitor with a scowl on his face.]

... What the hell do you want?

[An odd shadowy man, huddled into the shade of his frilly parasol, steps forward eagerly.]

Who are we heckling? How can I help?

Option A
[You're getting this over the log, in voice, because it's Leon and he's not exactly going to be writing it if he doesn't have to, likely forcing the journal to listen to him, so there!]

Alright, this is a little annoying. I'm used to being dragged all over the place randomly, without permission, but the last thing I want to do is become a seafaring man. It's never a good idea to be trapped in such a small space with no alternatives.

Option B

Leon has decided he's just going to hide out somewhere for a time, which in a ship means little, so anyone looking for him can find him up near the bow of the ship pretending everything behind it doesn't exist, and fiddling with his gun; cleaning it, to be more precise.

He's apparently been there long enough that he's taken to humming humming an old tune. Or, at least old for those who come from anywhere near his time.

A great splash and sudden thump on the deck signals the return of a crewmate who has been gone since before Leon joined up. Dougen shakes off the seawater and stretches out on the deck, holding the lead of a large net in his teeth.

"I've found quite a few delicious looking fish," he laughs, dropping the net down as the contents flop all over each other, "Anyone care to pick out the good ones? I'm not sure what the judgment criteria are."

Sometimes Liz would come up front to lean over and watch the water rush by while they were sailing. It was possible for her to stay there and stare for hours. As boring as it sounded, it kept her grounded.

She saw the new guy though, humming a good old tune and cleaning his gun. Hmm. Coming up near by she leaned on a railing, peeking over at the water and not at him. "Good song." An attempt at a conversation starter, maybe?

There is an alternative, just not one anyone would really take. I wouldn't call this place small, unless you mean specifically an island or a ship.

[Ikki's somewhat amused, though, by the use of the word annoying. This is far more than "a little annoying" in his books, but to each their own.]

It's probably a very good thing the gun was taken apart, or else it would be pointed at Dougen for that sudden arrival. Sudden, and wet, actually.

Thankfully, Leon had been told of the talking tiger, but that didn't mean he was quite as amused at being doused with sea water when it was a perfectly nice day outside, and when it meant he'd have to dry all the parts to his gun.

Biting back as much of his anger as he could, Leon couldn't help the snark. "Found fish or are trying to make people into them?"

Dougen was quite a bit smaller than in his own world, but still towered by several feet over Leon. He padded over and leaned in.

"Ah, my apologies. I suppose I should have given a warning."

Leon had only glanced up briefly as Liz was moving towards the front, before glancing back to his gun, not anti-social, but just letting the woman do as she pleased and not interrupting what might potentially be an errand she was on.

Even when Liz came near and leaned on the railing, he said nothing, seeming content to keep humming and let her speak or not speak. When she did, he smirked just a tad bit, though. "Was either that or Dead or Alive, and somehow that song seemed a bit too dreary."

Because, obviously, the one he was singing was all flowers and sunshine.

[If you only knew why this was only a minor annoyance, Ikki; if you only knew]

I meant the idea of a ship. And what alternative?

And Leon instinctively leaned back a bit. Being told of a giant tiger, and seeing one face to face, were two totally separate things. Still, said tiger didn't seem like a bad... person... at least he didn't seem to want to eat him, and he was a crew mate, right?

"It's alright." Leon wasn't sure what other response to give, though apparently his brain did. "I just didn't want a salt-water bath today.

"You're Doo-gan, right? Or, something of the sort. A couple of others have mentioned you."

"Also a good song." She agreed, but yeah, a bit dreary. She watched the water below while talking however. "I find myself humming 'Don't fear the reaper' or 'Carry on my wayward son' often. I suppose I should look for more sea worthy songs however."

She grew up on the same music it seems. "You must be from Earth." Rare, around here it seemed.

You could dedicate yourself to the noble cause of dying again and again until Davy Jones decides that keeping you here is too annoying and sends you back, assuming that can happen. As I said, it's not an alternative anyone would take, but it doesn't mean it isn't there.

Finding an island and hide on it would also be an option but you would be still stuck there until the gem is gathered and works or, again, Davy Jones decides to send you back.

He laughed at her suggestion of songs. Obviously, they liked the same dark music, and so he offered up one to suit her needs. "How about Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Metallica? Perfectly happy and definitely sea worthy.

"And yeah, come from Raccoon City." He finally shifted to look up at her a bit. "You?"

[An audible sigh]

Yeah, no. I've survived too many zombie outbreaks to go getting myself killed over and over again for a possibility, and that's including if I could even come back, and there's no way in hell I'm sitting off somewhere waiting on others to find some item that may not even exist to get me sit him. And that one depending on, if said item exists, the person isn't a jackass who'd rather watch the world go boom.

"I'm more of a fan of Iron Maiden's version, myself." If she was much of a smiler, she'd smile more at that, but as it was, she glanced over at him with a barely there smirk.

"Last place I was? New Jersey. Can't say I know Raccoon City though."

Guess no one has told you, Davy Jones wants us to get the job done at all costs, death isn't something that's going to keep us away from it. So you would return, maybe after a chance of meeting our "benefactor".

As for the gem... The shards exist, that's also true, some people already have one or two. Though that doesn't mean the gem itself may not exist after all.

[Maybe the shards can't be placed together for form a gem. Maybe some shards were destroyed and have been completely lost.]

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