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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

northerndragon: (welp.)

A real smooth dude is here!

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-16 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Have you ever slept in one? They’re bloody uncomfortable. Better to be in a real —

[A real bed on a ship. He catches himself, but not without a flustered moment.

It was not so long ago.]


— Well, he’s no dog.

[He holds her hands, with their new callouses, and gives her a questioning look.]

The hammock is terrible because you’re not in it.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] I Have An Idea)

Swish!

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-16 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
You sleep where you can and you learn to grow used to it. I imagine that I could sleep in the saddle, if need be.

[She's certainly been tired enough on horseback, willing to sleep anywhere.

She enjoyed the flustered look on his face, not aware of the specific instance he is thinking of, but guessing it had to do with the act.

His added flirtation earned a look of amusement, but clearly pleased.]


Perhaps being denied such things will make our passions all the stronger?
valeas: (☾ 3 1 6)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-16 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( Emilia does not return his smile, remaining somewhat aloof in turn, but inwardly, she does think of how good it would feel to cast silentium on him and every man on this ship. If only for a night. ) And against those who need.

( The captain asked not for coins or goods in exchange for passage. Merely (sainted) protection.

This one reminds her of Envy, a bit. She evaluates him, the grease of his smile and the craft in his words. Little in stature she may be, but her words are measured, hiding the sharpness of knives as she nods in dignity and turns to look back into the night.
) To the tides turning, then.
valeas: (☾ a t t e n t a)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-16 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( emilia plucks one of the orange blossoms woven into her hair and drops it into the cauldron next. damon salvatore is onto something about the smells, and not just from her herbal mixture. on the table next to some (non-witchy) books is a basket half-full of fresh orange bread.

some of the pirates, it seems, refused to listen to wen qing about scurvy. she wasn't about to let the oranges go to waste, and she can use the peels besides.

she looks up as he makes his presence known, her head tipping in sharp evaluation. even before he acknowledges it, she discerns this is a new face. he must have been met with tension for it, what with the concord deciding to send its infiltrators forth. emilia herself keeps it in mind.
)

Welcome to the madness. ( she pushes up the sleeves of the white shirt she was given, alongside some trousers that hold up with a belt. ) You've joined us at a time of... transition. Should it make you feel better, you were spared a village full of curses and an angry volcano.
mypreciousworld: iconsbyafangirl @ tumblr (7)

me, while in training

[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-16 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his family's magic. that's the explanation? his mind flickers to what his family has, what "magic" might be shared, and he thinks about his music. his voice. his twin, their combined passions. their desires, their destinies. forever entwined. they make magic, they bring magic. and for a second, tenn's heart sinks... heavy, where it might never find the ocean's floor. ]

It's... [ how can he describe it? ] ... kind of mesmerizing.

[ like even though it's completely brand new to him, tenn doesn't think it'd ever get old watching subaru use his magic.

still: ]


Sure. [ he doesn't want to get in the way. he also doesn't want to get hurt. he's already done enough hurting today, too. ] It's this way, right?

[ gesturing toward the stairs. thank god it's not just a ladder ]
northerndragon: it's just that i'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you (pucker up)

pick up the shovel, Jon. there’s no smooching in the brig!

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-16 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[His expression doubles in sincerity...]

I don’t know how that’s possible.

[… and then regret.]

I suppose we should be digging.

[But instead of setting to it, he leans in to kiss her.]
sansdoute: (caladan kreil)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-16 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's a game to this, the push and the pull, and the boy who watches him, hawkish. For a moment, Caladan Kreil appears tempted to stall his answer, to keep the young man to his guesses —

Then, at long last: )


Haven't you heard, little friend? What a ticket you've won. What a privilege. You are seeing Quicksilver Sam through his last voyage. He has vowed, after this, to retire.

( And now Caladan takes a moment, far too calculated, to wave the filled bowl and sweetly pour it out back in the pot, watching the thickened soup trickle down. )

And when he does, he has gifted me this ship.

( And what a beauty she is, Quicksilver Sam's Pariah. All men agree. )
sansdoute: (caladan kreil)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-16 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( They have no cups to share, no gentry words, no sweetness. But it will perhaps fail to shock her, when he produces a tight flash of hard drink from his inner lapel, and holds it out without putting it to his lips.

Here. For her toast. )


Do you begrudge me?

( She is polite in the way of snakes, of his people. She is polite, and he knows not how to taste it. )
inferus: (🗡️ 2 1 8)

[personal profile] inferus 2022-06-16 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( If she were to burn, Wrath is ice - ancient and cold. She is the only one with the power to melt him, but his grip does not loosen even as she pounds at his fists with all her pent up rage and- ...and grief.

It reaches him. Her pain wraps around the heart he didn't even know he had until... her. He wishes he could tell her the truth to all her questions about the curse, about her sister. This grief she carries, it's- He would it all away to take it from her, but that is not the deal he made.

He stiffens, but does not budge at all through the fury like a mountain against the cataclysm within her. When she slumps, he catches her. He gathers her in his arms as something lodges in his throat as it did when they made their way through the Sin Corridor and she was ice cold and he worried, as it did when she was poisoned and he thought she might die. His heart aches, something ancient that has been broken for centuries.

Her fingers light up with untapped power against his chest: another thing stolen from her, and he wants to rage with it all, but he doesn't. He feels something- something akin to grief himself for all they've lost. The curse stays his tongue. He could answer her questions, could imagine who she sees, but he is not allowed to.

He lifts her nearer to him, away from the floor and the plank that nearly stole her from him. His heart beating faster, harder. His fingers dig into the fabric of her own clothing as he keeps her close. )


She isn't here. ( His voice is quiet, but it carries at the crest of her ear, close. He holds her close so she might feel his heartbeat and his breath at her neck. ) But I am. You are.

Come back to me. ( It isn't a command. No one commands Emilia - not even the General of War, the Angel of Death, The Devil himself. No. This is a request- a loving request. )
valeas: (☾ s f i d a)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-16 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( Unnecessary, Lan Wangji declares.

Emilia assesses him for the sliver of a breath, and can't discern if the reassurance is for her or for himself. He wears dignity well, and moves with the sort of sleekness one would attribute to a predator. But she does not forget that moment where his mask slipped.

Does he think her so wicked? She can be. Decided, what feels like long ago, to allow nothing to stand in the way of her goals. To remove every object if she must, at whatever cost. But she also sees no point in needless murder, certainly not when the stench of death still lingers on their skin.

She tilts her head to the side. Studies this man's stillness. Unsheathes her own blade, a dagger with wildflowers on its hilt, and two crescent moons that begin to glow as if longing to be fed. A choice, then. The flint of her blade carries in her tone.
)

You have not run. I would hope that means you are aware your luck is better spent with us than elsewhere. We have means to spare you, so long as you can assure us cooperation.
valeas: (☾ s a p e r e)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-16 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I begrudge niceties.

( The underworld is filled with demons and their princes who wear fancy suits and hide their agendas well. She has learned to craft a mask of her own, but it leaves her no less frustrated, this dance. The answers that are really no answers, the painted smiles. )

We can exchange pleasantries all night, signore. But how will that serve us?
reaction: commissioned. dnt. (temp. 009.)

[personal profile] reaction 2022-06-17 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
( it doesn't really matter to him that he'd ended up here considering he had been ready to simply blip out of existence after that whole 'take off the ring, burn in the sun' move he did back home. so he's not entirely sure if it actually makes him feel better that he'd missed out on 'dante's peak' apparently, but whatever. at this point, he's mostly upset that nothing about him seems to have changed. he's still a vampire. worse still, he's a vampire with a conscience. somehow, despite how thirsty he is for blood, he hasn't fed on anyone. what is up with that? it's clear that he's as far away from elena gilbert as he can get. he doesn't have to be that guy that she wants him to be. so what exactly is his malfunction right now? )

How'd you survive that? ( it seems like a fair enough question. it wouldn't make him come off as being completely nosy, which in truth, it's exactly what he is. but come on. the brewing, the cauldron, how confident and brave she seems, it all points to her being... special. if he's wrong, he'll eat another seagull. that was disgusting. )
rumorate: (Default)

[personal profile] rumorate 2022-06-17 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Probably a little of both. The truth tends to be somewhere in the middle for stuff like this.

[And then, because she loves a good story, even if she has her doubts it's true ...]

You want to try and find some of it?
rumorate: (Default)

[personal profile] rumorate 2022-06-17 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi."

She hears that rage, and she's trying to ignore it, hoping something bigger isn't going to come rising out of the ocean. She can tell he seemed confused before that, and she slides off him, turning her attention to the edge of the ship.

"Sorry for the rude awakening but I thought you were going to walk overboard."
japonica: (pic#15627453)

[personal profile] japonica 2022-06-17 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
( That works just fine, doesn't it? Self defense is much easier to spring than a full on attack in a strange land (or sea), so having this fool of a man running at them is the perfect excuse. He can now participate fully without worry of repercussions for the people under him.

Again, Ayato moves swiftly. His blade and his body are like one, and his movements reflect water even when he's not using it. Fluid but surprisingly powerful. Blades clash, and it's clear that he's showing off a little...

But why shouldn't he? He's having some fun.

He doesn't answer Tenn's question due to the interruption, but he does glance backwards. )


Things are likely to escalate from here. Get back, and warn whoever you can. I'll catch up with you and make sure no harm befalls you.
winscenario: (twenty nine.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-17 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know, it gives you a different... energy.

[ He looks like he's not sure that's the word he's looking for, but he moves on with a shrug. ]

It's not bad. I'm just more used to the neat look you keep all the time. Both suit you in different ways.

[ What he means is that both look good on him, but even the faintest of beards definitely gives off the impression Spock isn't quite himself. ]
winscenario: (seventy eight.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-17 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ The dislike is clear in Mr. Eames's voice and posture, or at least the distrust. Jim has no doubt that in time, he'll see it in the rest of the crew. ]

I've traveled a long way. [ Quite so literally, and so much further than Eames can even begin to imagine. ] I've seen a lot of things that I used to think were impossible, and I've learned that there are a lot of things that are real even when we can't see them.

[ He turns to Eames, bowing his head slightly. ] I'm not saying you're right or wrong either way. Maybe you are right, and those ghosts don't exist. I'm just saying that sometimes it's best to keep an open mind. Under our circumstances, it could even save lives.

[ Not that Jim's inclined to believe in ghosts, but there could certainly be something out there that Quicksilver Sam has seen and interpreted as a ghost. ]
winscenario: (hundred seventy nine.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-17 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whether or not Jim has nightmares, they certainly won't have anything to do with this dumb argument, or this random guy shouting at him over nothing. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, nodding casually (and disrespectfully, for the record) towards him. ]

Tell me something. Do you get extra credits for being a total asshole?

[ He's being PETTY and also totally winning this argument. ]
winscenario: (hundred twenty.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-17 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't worry. You're looking great for your age, [ He grins wide, and absolutely unaware of how literal that is. ] And I love that time period. Late 20th and early 21st centuries are absolutely my favorites in terms of cultural output. Great stuff out there.

[ Much of which has survived to the 23rd century, in no small part thanks to nerds like him.

Either way, friendly talk is set aside when he mentions hearing something. He tenses immediately, even though he can hear nothing at all, looking over at Damon and indeed finding it strange that they can hear absolutely nothing at all for a moment there. ]


Maybe we should—

[ He doesn't have the time to finish the sentence. The ground behind to shake and crumble for real, and Jim feels the small but immediate force of the inertia of something moving forward, something that they happen to be standing on. Yep, time to go. ]

Run! To the ship!
winscenario: (fifty two.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-17 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a soft sound, but then honestly admits. ]

I'll take either over an ice planet any day.

[ But then he was lucky enough that he was quickly found. Never thought he'd be so happy to see a bunch of pirates, honestly. ]

Only the introductory stuff. Something about undead factions being at war? It's still a little unclear to me why or how we were all brought here.
beitangmoran: (sweet2)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-17 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome. It can be a little overwhelming when first arriving here, and as I have learned, some people get more of a shock than others.

The technological advances here are pretty on par with what I'm used to, but I've been told some people are used to other conveniences.

[And he's seen their clothes, too, and they definitely don't look like anything he's seen before except... on Feifei when she first arrived in his world.]
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-17 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I need to be afraid of things that don't breathe?

[Give him a second....]

What's an infidel?

bravelyrunsaway: (smile; hahahaaaa fu)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-17 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( He has to let his brows rise along with Mr. Briggs nattering on about not getting innuendo because he is, of course, on a pirate ship. Which, as a mercenary, is a step down in his life circumstances, but he's also as abducted now as he was before he ended up in this situation, so what can he argue about there?

Nothing was asked for, so he'll deal with what he can, trapped between ships and with ravenous sea creatures slavering for them all.
)

I'm saying, love, if you want someone to help you work out a few stresses, I'm happy to help. So that you know what I mean.
bravelyrunsaway: (disheveled; as it says)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
On my knees, at your feet, why not?
bravelyrunsaway: (ask; what comes next)

hahaha sure, though it won't bother him -- feel free to do the same!

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-17 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( Licyn clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, giving a slow shake of his head as he sighs out, as if to say, how unfortunate. )

Times call for stretching the imagination, love, seeing what might have been possible... were things other than they are.

( He shifts his gaze to study Wrathion, breathing in naturally, but deeper than he might have normally. Something interesting in how he smelled, not familiar, not human. Fine by Licyn, all things considered: he didn't smell like a magical construct. It's the small things that matter. )

What would appeal, hm?

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