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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

scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-27 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Listen, no hard feelings, man, he's had time to process.]

Apparently so, although I have also seen people who come from approximately the same time from the same world.
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[personal profile] unas 2022-06-27 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Starships.

( the temporal prime directive didn't exist yet, though considering they were all anachronistically thrown into a different time-- it was too late for delicacy )
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-06-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not familiar.

[Well, he can make a few guesses, but it certainly sounds impossible.]
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-27 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim makes a thoughtful sound, listening to Kaneki and absorbing what information he can from his explanation. It helps just as much as it worries him, but it doesn't look like he can do much about it for the time being. ]

So you'd say we'd be better off trusting this Merchant? If we had to choose, that is.

[ It may come down to that, after all, and it doesn't look like they'll be able to find a way back on their own. ]

Funny you should mention powers, though. Not all of us have special abilities. I don't, for instance. I'm not even much of a fighter.
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-27 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He gives his head a small vague shake.

“Nothing. Only — sometimes your eyes lean more to blue. They’re very pretty. Very purple today.” A pause, and he adds, “You’re very pretty.”
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[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-27 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked at him with deep confusion. She had never heard her eyes looked blue before.

"Perhaps they may shift indigo when I feel lust," a bit like now. "They have always been violet. I'm Targaryen and I bear the traits of my house, silver hair and purple eyes."
Edited 2022-06-27 22:46 (UTC)
northerndragon: this is jon. he fights real good and we're proud of him. (right proper lad.)

GOOD THING THERE’S ONLY ONE TARGARYEN IN THIS CONVERSATION

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-27 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles, though it does not quite dismiss his own slightly uneasy feeling.

“Aye, you are a Targaryen.” His smile returns, replacing the quizzical look. He tries to sound gallant. “Your eyes don’t look blue now. Might break my heart.”

A jest, to lighten the mood. In truth, he’s not so concerned about any sort of lack of lust.
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[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only because I'm eager to dig up treasure like a proper pirate." She smiled, giving him a peck on the lips. Slipping out of his arms, she returned to her shovel, happily taking on the hard work. "I imagine seeing you work up a sweat will turn them more blue." If they turned blue.

It was a confusing thing for him to say. She would likely contemplate that tonight, but it was likely that he was confused, seeing more than her eyes?
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-27 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He returns her little peck on the lips, but after she picks up her shovel, he does the same with his own.

“It’s got to be around here somewhere.” He frowns, then commences digging.

He’s a strong man for his size, but sand is heavy. The first hole he digs feels like it’s going nowhere, so he broadens it. It seems like something may be jutting into it from the side — just the edge of something.
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[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-27 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It was close enough to her hole to make her think that it was a large chest. Setting aside the shovel, she knelt and brushed at the sand, unconcerned for how it would get everywhere. It was closer to home than her than anything else. After a few strokes, there was a clear glimpse of wood beneath the sand.

"Here it is," she was a bit breathless, excited for whatever might be inside.

"Help me lift it out." She could shovel, but lifting something heavy? That wasn't likely.
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[personal profile] gladiokinesis 2022-06-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)

I'm not bad. Used to help out my mom when she was cooking sometimes.

(the other stuff he can't do so well, but chopping? well that's in his skill sets as being a knifemaster. having something to cut right now will keep his mind from lingering on shit he'd rather forget.)

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[personal profile] lostfate 2022-06-28 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
So it's irrational. [ Which isn't surprising, all things considered. Anything with ghosts often is irrational. ] Do people leave this place?
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-29 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
( It would be easier to simply allow the capture of this ox.

To withhold mercy he would no doubt withhold from them if roles were reversed. A growing frustration with flickering beacons and postponed ambitions facilitates this temptation: not her world. Not her fight. Not her enemy. What could they really do to her, if she willed otherwise?

In a heartbeat she could bend this world's magic to her own and learn all its truths, the price her soul and the free will of mortals she was taught to respect. She would not have to compromise, would not have to swallow the bile, or spin any tales. Tolerate anything. She could simply make them.

She could raze it all down, and show them why she was once the most feared.

And she would be no better than the monster that came for her twin and fellow witches, gorging on their stars. Lan Wangji is tired of the kill. Emilia could dirty her hands in his stead. It would be far from the first time, now. Yet.

Yet she keeps that darkness away once more, keeps it from her expression entirely, Lan Wangji's request fulfilled. The evidence comes in the shouting that follows not soon after:

"Fire on deck. Fire on deck!"
)

Leave him to me. ( This man, this ox, this complication. She will fulfill their unspoken agreement, no blood shed tonight. )
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-29 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
( emilia's nod is swift, decisive. she yanks hard on her ever-present fury once more, allowing it to center her where grief has made her falter. her own hand settles on moiraine's forearm, an attempt to meet her in the middle, another lashing from within the ocean depths snaring her full focus. )

What was that? ( not a mermaid. )
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-29 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Only if the candle is spelled specifically for meditation.

( It would require different ingredients, different intentions, and different colors — though the making of it remains more or less the same. Emilia points to the two candles that she has already completed. The beeswax she's brought with all the way from Taravast should ensure longevity. )

These are candles spelled for clarity and focus. Alertness.

( She picks one of them up. )

The final component is somatic: I just need to light it.
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-29 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ The lady who had picked him up from the raft had said something similar, with a little more detail, that Mo Ran had promptly put aside in favor of trying to figure out what to do while worrying about his shizun.

But he does remember a few of the details, reinforced by what Xie Lian's saying. ]


Okay. [ Not much he can do about it, other than survive, and he's determined to do that. ] So the undead and weird things are common. Guess I've lived with worse. [ And he can even deal with being in the brig for an entire day. ]
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AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-29 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
( By the time Emilia di Carlo was eight, she already knew her way around a kitchen. She practically grew up in one, truth be told. The trattoria in question has never felt further away, but she's hardly forgotten the lessons. It's why she has settled into a space close to Kaneki, busying herself with the task.

Not close enough to overhear his conversation with Caladan Kreil, but close enough to notice.

Hers is a sharp and inquisitive gaze, wonderings curtailed by Kaneki's request, long after the captain has left.
)

Of course. ( She leans in to sample some of the taste. ) It's good. Just an extra pinch of salt should do the trick.
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-29 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
( There is no hiding her magic from the group now. She was taught to do so all her life: Emilia lived in hiding and Emilia lived in fear. Decided, eventually, to be become something fearsome instead. She measures her risks and she keeps to her reasons, even as some things remain a mystery.

Including to Emilia herself.
)

They are spelled for clarity and focus. It helps to get through sleepless nights.

( She knows she is not the only one eluding slumber. )
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-29 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
It was less practical and more hunger talking. [ That was really the only reason he'd considered it. He doesn't like to go hungry. ]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-29 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
... Isn't that the same thing?

[You were hungry and you found a solution to your problem. How is that not practical?]
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-29 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure exactly when it started. I think the oldest one we've met so far is 200 years old, so not really that ancient. The last ones we met were much more recent. Some people around remember them when they were still alive. Or at least not what they are now.

... I don't think any of the pirates are like that, but there are... things. In the sea.

[Definitely undead things.]
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[personal profile] cairhien 2022-06-29 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
An illusion perhaps?

( moiraine doesn't know what she saw, if she saw anything other than emilia, but emilia clearly did see something )
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-29 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
They do. A few people have left. Some have left and come back, too. It's difficult to tell what kind of energy could pull us here, as well. It's not a transportation array, that's for sure.

[He can't make one right now, but he would still recognize one.]

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