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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-06-03 07:06 pm

no man's sea


Avast ye — sprawling til 18 June is part I of the Storm at Sea travel arc, which doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to reserve or apply over 10-17 June.

Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and don’t hesitate to leave an OOC note to opt out of random NPC piraaaaaaaargh interaction. Test drivers can post both log and network prompts. Have fun!




NO MAN’S SEA




DEEP WATERS | SON OF A BISCUIT EATER | MOLLYWICK | | THE CROSSING | NOTES




AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

Departing Ke-Waihu, the existing party joins paranoid pirate king, turned stalwart saint Samuel Vane — the feared Quicksilver Sam — aboard the Pariah.

Test drivers awaken anguishing at sea, floating on rafts, or on minuscule patches of deserted land. They are collected by two pirates and the recalcitrant sorceress Karsa — who supplies translation and communication devices. She explains the newcomers were summoned into the land of Akhuras by warring undead factions. Karsa’s master, the elusive Merchant, ferries newcomers east to beacons hoped to return them home. He has secured them passage on the pirate vessel Queen Zanyra of ’Wet Rope’ Caladan Kreil, an associate of Quicksilver Sam.

The Pariah and Zanyra meet at sea, a day’s travel away from Ke-Waihu:

■ Characters overhear that Quicksilver Sam seeks to reach the haunted Crossing Seas and ‘settle an old score.’ Long-term ally Caladan Kreil supports his cause.

■ The two vessels make daily supply and crew exchanges by rowboat. The Pariah’s passengers must give the passcode: flaunted like gold to board the Queen Zanyra. Staff of the Queen Zanyra must speak the words before the blind man to access the Pariah. Forget your passcode and fall at the mercy of whoever patrols the decks!

■ Tasks await all passengers: diligently clean and polish decks, climb tall masts to sew torn sails, banish a preposterous number of seagulls, fish, read post or… dubious novels to sailors, count loot, guard the decks, clean cannons or serve as boat lure for shark fishing. Medics and cooks can practise their natural trades, while musicians and entertainers should amuse the crew.

■ By all means, grab thematic garments from crew coffers. Also available: daggers, swords and rare pistols.

■ Characters may notice both ship crews are spirited, but grow weary when Quicksilver Sam fitfully orders his five on-call priests to carry out protection rites, or to ‘exorcise’ evil from random staff — through ineffective bitter potions, shrill chants and requests to sit in unusual luck-incurring poses, or to commit some mundane, repetitive task. Let’s bore the devil away.

■ Treat senior crew with respect: some pirates are equally drunk on rum and fleetingly authority and reward perceived slights with a 24h-stay in the brig. These fine accommodations fit two and annul powers while there. No dinner.


■ Sleep where you can: hammocks and rotting mattresses can be found in great common halls beneath decks. The sick and women (naturally, ill omens at sea) can share the four private cabins of each ship. Sumeragi Subaru has his own cabin aboard the Pariah.

■ Each night, expect drinking beneath the halls and a pirate’s greatest hobby: gambling. Conmen might lure you into an ‘innocent game’ that sinks you deep into debt, winning your valuables, favours, or kidney!

■ Ladies are afforded a wide, begrudging berth and some authority over the crew.

Accommodations: fresh potions are readily available to ward off sea sickness, and magically resilient oranges are on hand to counter scurvy. As woe would have it, the long-serving Mr. Ishmael has passed, and his earthly remains have been retained aboard the Pariah for Kaneki Ken. Viktor receives a leashed emotional support albatross — a large, loud but docile bird that flies above him counter-current to balance him, whenever the ship’s sway threatens his footing.


OBJECTIVES

■ Discover why good Quicksilver Sam is intent on his haunted travels. The captain declines audiences, but try to get information from the two crews.

■ Please share the information gained via network…!





THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER

Trouble starts to brew, within days at sea:

■ Be on the lookout while on watch duty: on a handful of occasions, new faces appear aboard. They fail to offer the passcode — and attempt to injure characters, throw them overboard, or to enter the captains’ lodgings. Sound the alarm or seize intruders!

■ After interrogating an infiltrator, Caladan Kreil sends word that the assailants hail from the Concord, a war vessel of the Dawns’ Reach Trade Company that is pursuing the pirate ships at distance under the command of Maximilian Hawk. A credit to his name, Wet Rope Caladan has the spy hanged.

■ Prepare to get drafted for double watch duty, as both Caladan Kreil and Quicksilver Sam bolster defences. Tensions escalate, with pirate crew questioning the loyalties of newer recruits.

■ A few days later, at dawns, the silent, swift and massive Concord approaches close enough to fire its cannons at both ships and send vicious militia to climb aboard. Defend your ship!

■ The Concord withdraws by midday, after lightly damaging its opponents. Help with repairs and enjoy some rum — you’ve survived your first sea scuffle!




MOLLYWICK

Just short of entering the Crossing, where the seas are dark and highly opaque, the Queen Zanyra and Pariah encounter a stretch of vibrant, lushly forested land.

■ Both vessels send crew over for a few hours, with captains urging quick incursions. Pair up to collect berries, scant mushrooms and sweet water. Curiously, no animals are found.

■ Veteran sailors say this is the Neverflight isle of myth, where sea kings have buried their treasures. Pirates share legendary coordinates of long lost loot, archived as riddles or poems. Grab a shovel and a-digging you go!

■ …ah, but don’t linger too long. What pranksters your sailor friends are. Within hours of the island’s appearance, the earth beneath your feet crumbles and quakes, and the land starts to sink. Evacuate or call for help to get out of here — as the great white whale Mollywick submerges in the waters with the Neverflight island it carries on its back. Hopefully, you don’t go under with them.

■ If you’ve threaded out a treasure dig, drop a line to receive some especially deplorable loot. You deserve it.




THE CROSSING

The Pariah and Queen Zanyrafrequently chained together to avoid separation — creep into the Crossing : a stretch of eerily silent waters, dark and volatile.

■ Slowly, a thick, nearly impregnable fog dawns during the day, covering the sun and leaving the skies a desolate slate. Dreadful storms spark at night.

■ Strange, talking carps jump on board, offering to tell you your future. Caution: they only make bad luck readings (request yours) that turn true. They appear wherever their target flees and are exceptionally annoying, until either the moon rises, or you apply the superstitious cure of throwing salt on them.

■ Nightmares haunt you — your own, or glimpsed memories of ships crashing, sinking, falling to storm. Note: only your character suffers these memories/nightmares, but everyone else can experience their exhausted grumpiness, come morning.

■ Be wary, when pairing to cross over to the other pirate ship: you may find another rowboat beside yours, its sailor begging for an oar or ladle. If you give him one, he shovels water into your boat with inhuman speed — desert your vessel and swim quickly to a pirate ship, before undead hands pull you into the sea.

■ While alone on deck, characters might hear sweet, coaxing voices that urge them to walk the plank into the water. Break your brethren from this spell, or watch them fall into the arms of man-eating mermaids.

■ Now and then, the ships are shaken by long, whips of something lashing from the depths.

■ Pirates become increasingly skittish and on edge. Priests perform countless protection rites and exorcisms on both ships.

■ At night, a handful of undead men climb aboard. They lack awareness and are in a clear state of discomposure, looking to catch the living and drown them. With toothless, rotting mouths, some rasp, This is kinder.

■ As you officially enter the Crossing, beams of light erupt in the horizon, showing the distant silhouettes of several ghost ships.




NOTES

TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

OLD-TIMER QUESTIONS

somebadnews: (137)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-09 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually they set them up to be idiot-proof. They lock down a specific time and place, sometimes even the duration they can stay there, so all you have to do is open them.

[ He continues browsing the shelves and finally settles on what he's looking for. When he returns, he has a rock and a piece of steel in hand. ]

It's possible to change that. I modified the date on that one, but in the real world they were tracked so... [ he stops himself there, backtracks ] ...it wasn't designed to be user friendly in that regard. They're typically reliable, but obviously I was too trusting when I took that one.

[ Taking the lamp, he gets to work on his fire project. Lucky for them, he's had a lifetime of experience without electricity to work with. ]
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-06-09 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
If I had tools I could do more with it.

( but she'd certainly take a look.

though having it programmed for a specific time? clearly something in his world, or some specific time had created these and they didn't play with time in this way.

but she'll open it, trying to examine what function she can of it without any tools )


I might need to spend more time with it. ( in his presence obviously )
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-09 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After some more fiddling and banging as he strikes the iron against the steel, the wick manages to catch a spark. A minute later and lo, they have a functional lantern. When he sees her opening it, he finally mentions: ]

Careful with it. That one isn't working, but there's still a chance it'll combust. And like I said, it's my only one.

[ The fact that he's trusting her to look at it is an uncharacteristic leap of faith. But after a year of not getting anywhere with it, he doesn't have a whole lot to lose. ]

...What kind of tools? [ He can get tools. ]
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-06-09 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( you know she wishes she'd had that warning before she'd open it but at least now she knows she needs to be careful.

and looks back down at it, examining before touches anything )


I doubt the diagnostic equipment I'm used to would be here. ( in a pirate ship which is very anachronistic given the barrier he'd saved her from ) A blade at the least... a spanner?

( she really means hyperspanner but oops )
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-09 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five narrows his eyes, but doesn't immediately move to dig around for them. She's really just going to dive in. ]

Do you know what you're doing?

[ He means to ask if she's familiar with the technology, but that's how it comes out. ]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-09 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
If you know how to navigate, I'm sure it'll come to good use. Please note, though, that this was obtained in the first city we were in, which was a lot further west. It was a port city, so there is a good chance this map is informed by more than just their own knowledge, but it might be colored by it still and others of other country might see things differently.

[Sorry, now that you've started talking nerdy to him, he might have totally forgotten you are in fact in prison, pacing slightly on his side of the bars while he talks.]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-09 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not. My stomach doesn't really agree with navigating, so I needed fresh air, and the deck is less crowded at night.

[Since he apparently doesn't deserve his own cabin. At least he can cuddle against Xunxian in the hammock, but it only helps marginally.]

Have you seen many threats? Or does perhaps our merry band of pirates have fun spooking you?
beitangmoran: (told you so)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-09 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Biology and eroticism are made for different occasions, good sir.

[And good, a teenager should read a romance novel or two. Moran's taste doesn't run that way at all, he is in fact more likely to read a biology book but who knows...

He holds out the slim volume he was flipping through.]


Why don't you try this one? Your audience might find it exotic.

[And the translations of Xunxian's porn novels are selling really well in every city they've been through so far.]
scrapgege: (019-01)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-09 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
What? No, I can eat it, I assure you!

[And then, to prove it, he just picks up the ladle and slurps in a good quantity, munching quickly to make sure no one will interrupt him before he finishes.

And indeed...]


See? I'm fine. There's no need to waste it, if no one else can eat it, then I will.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-09 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's not an island.

[Wait, let him explain.]

I mean, obviously, there is an island with soil and plants and everything, but there's something else underneath it, and it's not just ground. I'm not sure what it is, maybe a creature of some kind, but it's really big, and really powerful.

It doesn't feel like anything demonic, though, so I'm sure it's fine.
valeas: (☾ d u r a r e)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( It is not the first time that Emilia is warned of the follies of vengeance. She has tended her wrathful garden with painstaking care, has bid her time in spite of her greater impulses. There is no turning back, you see. She already made her vow in blood. )

Perhaps. But I cannot fault him if it is justice that he seeks.
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh, stars. Winnie is rather disarming, isn't she?

And not only has she constructed a logic puzzle for Emilia to solve, it involves flowers. Emilia wanted to be a green witch, once. She wanted to watch things grow. It feels like she'll never recover the lightness of that feeling, but her love of all things wild remains, if the tattoo on her arm is any indication.
)

Hm. Well, where did the flower that was allowed to turn human spend her nights?

( This is important for her to construct her evidence!!! )
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[personal profile] unas 2022-06-09 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Many alien systems can be built in configurations that are unknown, though often the concepts between them are shared.

( engineering had a way of being figure-out-able, common and right. and even if something wasn't the same it was easy to understand )

I'm looking for that.
valeas: (☾ n a t u r a)

emilia di carlo, old timer.

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
starters can be found below. please feel free to pm or ping me at [plurk.com profile] moonstones if you'd like something!
valeas: (☾ u c c e l l o)

mollywick, for allison.

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( It took no coaxing to get Emilia to return to land, if only for some hours. She wants to stretch her legs and give herself a respite from the cramped nature of their temporary abode. Beggars can't be choosers, true, but even beggars have their limits.

Besides, she was a plant mom before her life turned upside down quite literally. She knows how to forage, how to determine which berries they can pick and which they should steer clear of. It helps when you're in good company, as Allison Hargreeves has joined her for the task.

She takes in a deep breath, a small moment of contentedness to be surrounded by such luscious greenery. The witch in her, the one with a connection to the elements, feels renewed.
) One of the sailors said this is where sea kings would bury their treasures.
valeas: (☾ v a g a r e)

that son of a biscuit eater, for lan wangji.

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Emilia di Carlo was born on the night of an unforgivable storm. Something powerful stirred the seas and turned the moon blood-red. When sardines washed onto the shore the next day, the gulls would not touch them. Her grandmother would say it's because they are no fools.

Then again, Nonna Maria is a superstitious sort. Emilia can't help but wonder what omen she would glean from these strange waters. Just as quickly, she banishes the wondering. She has a duty to perform, and thoughts of her family pinch her chest still. It's not only mourning.
)

Here. ( She turns to her companion for the evening, lifting one of the lamps she holds in offer. In lieu of spelling candles, she has worked with the oil of these lamps instead, casting an extended spell that should double its duration and give them better sight.

Not since Taravast have Lan Wangji and Emilia been assigned to something together. Let us see what horrors they get up to tonight.
)
valeas: (☾ 2 7 4)

the crossing, open to all.

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Vittoria?

( It grasps hold of her like the sweetest and most vicious spell. Seizes upon her the very moment she finds herself alone on deck, seeking a moment of respite. The wind picks up as if in warning, and Emilia fails to listen. How could she, when her sister is the one beckoning her forward?

She should know better, really. Has trained brutally, in fact, for moments not unlike these. Moments of influence that will leave one vulnerable to their enemies, of which she has many. The Seven Circles is a realm of sin, and to lose control of yourself for a moment is to lose.

None of that seems to matter, at the moment. If she could only just get to her. If she could only just know. She takes these steps forward, swaying lightly as if in trance, not quite realising she is being led to the plank.
)
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[personal profile] unas 2022-06-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
If I'm ever allowed above deck it'll be of use.

( because una certainly could navigate and was a damn good pilot. not that she had anything to pilot right now )

How long ago were you in that city?
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II

[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not know, but if I had to take an educated guess, I would suggest they may be trying lure people to their deaths.

[ Spock thinks of the old lore of sirens and other such sea creatures. There is nothing logical about this situation and Spock struggles to find his footing within that. He's not exactly shaken by the undead, but he is tense and alert after having been nearly dragged over a rail himself earlier. ]
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks, is the automatic reply, even before he gets a proper look at the guy helping him. He's aching a little all over after a day like today, but Jim's never been afraid of hard work even if he may not be used to it quite this literally, so he keeps going.

When the sail between them flows out of the way with the wind, it's a miracle Jim doesn't let the offered needle drop too, just like the first. It's too out of the blue for him to hide the wide-eyed shock from his face, and before he's thinking better of it, he blurts out. ]


I know. [ He's too overwhelmed right now to care about coming across either as suspicious or a complete idiot (or both), his mind too busy repeating the phrase 'please remember me, please remember me' even though he already knows he won't. ] Captain James T. Kirk.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-09 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The internet might be an outdated descriptive where I'm from, but yes, I am familiar with what it is.

[ His tone is amused, but he gets it. They really can't assume people will just know what they're talking about here, can they? ]

Well, not on me right now, no, [ he chuckles mildly, shoving some more fruits into his bag. It's starting to get a little heavy, so he'll probably have to stop soon. ] And yes, there are. Plenty of them and all over the place. So are Humans, and to be fair, we're also aliens when not on Earth.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-09 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you didn't do it on purpose. It was an unfortunate consequence as you tried to prevent a disaster in your universe.

[ He would go into further detail, but seen as Spock has expressed that he doesn't think it's wise for him to learn more (and maybe it isn't), he falls quiet instead. ]

If you have, uh... unrelated questions about me or my universe, I can try to answer them.
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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-09 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
NO ONE has to ASK me to do that?

( But there's a flush that erupts on his cheeks, the start of well-earned, cautious self-awareness. Perhaps screaming his lungs out at a helpless stranger who has likely offended his hands far more on this day than he has Shi Qingxuan is... not the most generous use of his time.

In the end, he hasn't suffered. Hasn't been hurt. Hasn't bled. Is spared even the inklings of such a notion, because the gentleman has stepped forward and rescued his sail, his needle and, against all odds, his reputation.

Fine. So maybe Shi Qingxuan can pout, slips his gaze each way, clasp his hands at his back and declare, finally: )


They don't THINK I can DO anything, can you imagine???

( This is likely not the compliment he thinks it is. )
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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-09 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Ah, what a fine and accommodating cushion, and how generous His Highness has ever been with his person, his physicality, his sanctuary. Shi Qingxuan should feel the end of selfishness and the start of awareness, clinging to him without shame.

He feels wet in his hands, feels salt scraping skin. Granules. He intoxicates himself on his particles. )


You're the one who NEEDS to eat... me, I'm...

( All right. Always all right, constantly. Protected. He murmurs: )

You don't KNOW what I'm like. I'm STRONG.
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I intend do.

( And there's a wistfulness to it, the edge of silent, romantic intoxication. As if a boy was born with his dream in hand, and now he clutches his fist tight. As if this was known to him before all else. )

They say there is a land at the end of the world, where every flower sleeps in bloom, and every man only knows youth and happiness.

( He will reach that soil, become that man. ) We will sail there.

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