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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

song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Come On)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-19 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[She's so amused by the butchering of Drogon's name that she doesn't bother to correct him. She's happy to let it stay.]

He will. [Given the recent difficulties, including the occasional storm, Drogon had screeched and circled enough to alert Dany to what was coming.] Should we prepare for further attacks?

[It's an adventure at the very least.]

I must thank you for tolerating my presence. I always wished to be a sailor. I am most at home at sea.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Flirting)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-19 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't want you to risk yourself. Strange berries and mushrooms from this world might have adverse side effects. I won't allow it as queen.

[She grins, teasing him as always.]

It wasn't too difficult. They gave coordinates and Ser Barristan was diligent in helping me discern maps. I doubt that I would get very far without him.

See how far I am?
soloritur: (23)

little spirals

[personal profile] soloritur 2022-06-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lorna may be able to hide her sleeping problems from most people, but Marcos is too close to her not to notice the signs. His own dreams take him down troubled paths, but there's a difference between them and how Lorna's powers tend to set off when she's having a particularly violent nightmare. When they get bad, he tries to stay awake just to keep watch over her.

Nobody needs to tell him it's got something to do with the ship, but after the village, he'd really like someone to confirm that they aren't dealing with another curse. Much longer and he might start demanding answers.

He'd been anticipating another rough night while he waited for her to come to bed, and when she doesn't, his anxiety spikes and he goes searching. Methodically at first, but when she doesn't turn up at their usual spots, panic sets in and he uses his hand as a flashlight to look for any signs of awkwardly bent metal. Before he gives up and pulls out his communicator, he spots her falling from the rail to the deck and comes running. ]


Lorna. [ He practically throws himself down when he crouches in front of her, searching eyes looking for an injury. ] Did something happen again? Are you okay?
soulsrob: (That even lovers drown)

[personal profile] soulsrob 2022-06-19 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Winnie is quiet for a moment, digesting that statement about her being dead. She puts the fact that she could speak on the network to Anurr sometime out of her thoughts for now, tucked away for later. She often forgets the network even exists; it's just not something she's ever been used to, but it's a good bit of information to have. And if Anurr thinks it was on purpose, she has no reason to not let him keep believing that.

Instead she looks at Five, frowning a little.
]

...Were you worried? That I was dead? Did it make you sad? [From someone else it might've been mocking, but she asks it genuinely]
northerndragon: (break the silence)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-19 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[That makes him pull her closer, a sudden tug, and kiss her soundly.]

You are my queen,

[He says, dizzyingly fond. It’s pleasant to be among the dunes with her, even here. It brings memories back of their days on Dragonstone… how her eyes looked sometimes violet, sometimes greenish, but usually a shining blue.

They are very bright violet now. He has not seen them look anything but violet since the beacon spit him out. If he thinks on it… haven’t they always been? He remembers how unusual he thought it was when he met her. Then, how the light caught them on the day when they rode out to see the forces outside of Taravast, and in the lighthouse.

He now looks lost in thought as he stares down at her.]
inferus: (🗡️ 1 2 6)

[personal profile] inferus 2022-06-19 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
( Wrath continues to draw her away from the plank and the sides of the boat, heading downward where she is not in danger of flinging herself off once more. The sea has too many dangers, and it clearly calls to her- He will not sleep again, will not lie in the cot and wait.

No, he is here with her, holding her tightly to his chest without letting go. He won't let go. He has missed this closeness. Their last trip stole it from them (not for nearly as long as before), but now they can be wrapped up in one another again.

He moves down and then stops when they have a quiet spot beneath the deck with the lights lit nearby. He sinks into a seat, lifting his hand up against the side of her face and then into her hair. Wrath nods in confirmation as an ache spreads out through his ribcage both painfully and powerfully. )


It was not.

( His voice is soft but carries )

A trick of the sea.
intermingled: ([skittys]skittys-64)

[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
I am unharmed, though I would imagine that if we found that experience disconcerting that the superstitious crew may be upset for some time to come.

[ The crew who won't allow women on deck due to bad luck do not seem like the sort of people to shrug off an attempted murder by sea creatures. ]
cairhien: (Default)

[personal profile] cairhien 2022-06-19 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
You can't help someone at sea. Not in the water.

( and whilst being on these boats was difficult enough they could do little until they'd hit land. which they'd only do by staying on the boat )
beitangmoran: (Default)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-19 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
There's enough of us who are for that not to be a problem.

[Really, they do have people who are very good at the fighting. No need to worry.]
scrapgege: (sexy)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-19 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like I have much of choice. And these people are my companions, we've been through a lot together. And if someone needs a god, well, I'm right here.

[Really now, this man seems to actually... enjoy being indignant about things, so far be it from Xie Lian to take that from it, but still...

Let him pensively munch on another ladleful of stew?]
reaction: commissioned. dnt. (temp. 010.)

[personal profile] reaction 2022-06-19 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's trying to focus and determine where the location of the ship's at so they'll be able to head in the right direction, but all he can hear is the sound of the earth moving. )

What the hell is going on? Earthquake? ( running and stumbling as the ground continues to shake beneath them, he'll let jim lead the way for now. it's ridiculous how he's still trying to play the part of the human at a time like this, but he's not going to zip off and speed away until it's absolutely necessary. besides, who knows? maybe by some miracle they'll make it back to the ship. )
valeas: (☾ s c o n c e r t a t o)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-19 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( Did he, Lan Wangji.

Did he.

Initial knee jerk reaction of !! aside, Emilia makes a dash toward the man so that she may capture his other arm, sliding it over her shoulders. She sheathes her dagger and ... ruffles the man's head, so that more of his disheveled hair can fall down his face. It partially conceals half of his features, at least.
)

Quick. We must move. And whatever you do, act natural.

( 🎶 Don't be suspicious 🎶

... It occurs to her rather immediately who she speaks to.
)
valeas: (☾ 3 1 1)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-19 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( Her surroundings grow sharper in focus as he steps closer into her space: Grace Three dozing off on a corner, only one uneaten berry on a floorboard near her muzzle. A small basket of half-eaten orange bread, with the peels spread out on the table she works at.

Emilia looks up at Five upon his entering, and answers:
) Candles.

( If asked by those unaware of her origins, it is easy enough to explain away, granting her a degree of defense. No one can actually tell the candles are imbued with magic once she has spelled them. But Five does well know by now, and so she moves to clarify. )

They are spelled with charms for different needs. Guidance, clairvoyance, restoration.
valeas: (☾ s c a c c h i)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-19 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( Emilia is quick to stamp down the flare of irritation that threatens to rise. She regards him, claws as sheathed as her dagger, her level expression betraying nothing beyond the fact she is not unbowed by her circumstances, nor any man.

Let this pirate cub keep his posturing, so that she may keep her reasons.
)

Indeed. You've been most illuminating this evening. I do thank you for it.
valeas: (☾ c a n d e l a)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-19 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Lucidity returns to her in full by the time he's moved them below deck.

The brushing of his fingers along her face turns her toward him in quiet wonder, skim thrumming at this lightest contact. She'd wanted him so much upon leaving Taravast. Had been ready to give herself body and soul, and to receive his in turn. Then the village of Ke-Waihu stole more of her still.

Even at the height of their animosity, her attraction to him always burned bright. And it felt wrong, alien, to be so repulsed by his presence. By his touch. To carry new wounds for it, and find no grace in the absence. Now — now she is uncertain where they stand, after this village and after her betrayal.

She only knows she feels like herself again, like this fire is hers again.
)

What, no lecture for allowing my emotions to rule me once more?
downswing: (十)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-06-19 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( ...perhaps this did not evolve precisely as planned. One arm fettered over his shoulder, the second yoking Emilia, the man appears — deep in his cups, and it strikes Lan Wangji as an element of last-moment thespian brilliance to gently droop his lids down, until he appears to gaze blearily at the floor.

When he hums his approval towards Emilia — Naturally. — the wind howls its laughter, and rain chases long punitive lines of lashing on his nape.

It's a slow drag after, encumbered by stumbles: nails like teeth on hard floor, the catch of the man's wet boots a squelching, wheezing altercation. At midday on deck, they would be an imposition. Come night time, with slow rain on their backs, they are a note of discordance most sailors appear content to tolerate, until they conspire towards drawing attention.

It's inevitable, when they snag the eye of a man on watch. When he trots forward, and nods at their... drunken companion with speculative caution. "Wass with'im?"

Helplessness does not suit Lan Wangji. Lies, less. His eyes cast down, and he allows Emilia precedence in their farce. )
sansdoute: (briggs)

and another one bites the dust!!!

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-19 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( ...look here, look at young fool, how he parades the absolute obscenity of his wanting virtues. How he chooses to associate with evil.

It cannot stand, how this lad seems intent to mishear Mr. Briggs and go about his wretched business with serenity. Better he learn a finer trade and purpose now, than keep loitering in his folly. )


Quite right. They do want a god. Downstairs. In the brig. ( But perhaps he is unclear: ) Off you go. It'll sort you. Cool your thoughts a little. Recover your senses.

( This is all, after all, for the boy's own good. )
sansdoute: (eames)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-19 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Think we scared'er, we did. ( Mighty beast she is, the Concord, but they've pushed her back. No need to fear her attacks further, not on this fine and blessed night. ) She's a great ol' whore, but the Pariah's slimmer, meaner. New and strong. And this'ere, our Zanyra, she's known to us. A good girl. She won't be walkin' downed out of a scuffle.

( Not, of course, that Mr. Eames isn't thrilled to not have to explore that proposition. The Queen Zanyra is magnificent, and the Pariah shows promise, but a vessel of the Dawn's Reach Trade Company... )

Don't be worried, lass. Can't have ye where the waves'll see you, else Old Man Sea downs the ship to take a bride. ( God be only one, but there's ever superstition. ) Ain't much yer fault, you was born how you was born.
sansdoute: (caladan kreil)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-19 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( Of course. Of course she is short of temper, poorly calculating. Negligent, in the way of people accustomed to land, who take for granted that the floor won't shift beneath their feet. That the world stays for them. )

And I would thank you not to drown or walk my plank. ( Still polite, still far too civil. How well they are both doing. ) I would not want to give an account for you. People talk. Unfairly.
gladiokinesis: (easystreet-UA2x5-237)

[personal profile] gladiokinesis 2022-06-19 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)

(diego, like most people, hasn't been sleeping well. after another nightmare (this time of when he disconnected grace) he goes looking for the missing wolf from his pack, knowing he'll probably find grace 3 with emilia. he finds what she's doing and he doesn't know shit about candle making but he is very good with knives, if anything needs to be chopped. grace three is joined by the other wolves who swarm around her to also do a snooze.)

Do you need any help?

inkfire: (018)

[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
And they threw you in here for that?

[ Sound suspicious but he's not going to question it. They seem like a superstitious lot, so maybe asking for the captain was a bad idea. ] I made a few jokes and you'd think I insult someone's mother.
inkfire: (044)

[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-19 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't want that power. [ Even if it might have helped him avoid some tragedies. But mostly, he wouldn't want to see what happens to him in this lifetime. ]

Even the carp that aren't giving out random curses are stupidly annoying. I wonder if they're any good to eat.
inkfire: (Default)

[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mo Ran tilts his head to look at Xie Lian again; he's pretty and Mo Ran does like pretty people. ] The sorceress who picked me up explained some of what's going on but I'm not sure I understood all of it. We have to get the beacons? Have you been successful so far?
somebadnews: (201)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-19 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know how to answer that. It'd seem more innocent if he didn't understand what she's after, and how far she'd go to experience an emotion. When he looks back at her, he still can't decide. ]

I noticed. [ He'd looked for her and all he'd found were the broken mirror shards. It was a bad time, and she saw the state he was in. Afterwards... ] It didn't feel right, leaving it like we did.
somebadnews: (258)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-19 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When she doesn't try to chase him off, he comes closer, head tilted as he examines her progress. There's no point it remarking how late it is to be making magic candles, but he wonders if it's because she's been suffering from similar nightmares. He's familiar with the technique of keeping busy to stave off sleep.

It's only when he's hovering over her shoulder that he notices the wolf hanging out in the corner, and he's thrown enough to ask. ]


Is that one of Diego's?

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