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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: Jon smiled a strange, sad smile. "And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair." (sad smile)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
He nods slowly.

“Take it all, then. Keep the jewels tucked away, tied up in that shirt. The boots… we can see if anybody wants them. Keep the swords and the flasks wrapped in the velvet, other than what you keep.”

Then he glances back to her, and his look becomes more helpless, and he holds out his hand.

“We were interrupted…”
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-07-20 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
It could be worse.

( not having the devices that they were used to, especially scanners were certainly irritating but starfleet trained them to survive even when technology wasn't possible. so it could be worse )

It might be different off the boats.
techmaturgy: (pic#15348788)

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-07-21 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, exactly.

[She’s a mage—a real mage, the workings of which were the inspiration for Hextech in the first place. The Hexcore is just the logical progression of that. Mages aren’t bound to single functions. They adapt. That’s what he wants his device to do.]

Just a different way to harness that power, for those who aren’t naturally able to do so.
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-07-21 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes drop to the cuff thoughtfully. It is, of course, different. Seeing someone wear your work is always pleasing, but the design is all Anduin -- the piece had been specifically crafted to blend in and be practical rather than as a gift to put his mark on Anduin.

The circumstances were very different. Their relationship was very different at that point.

Still.

"It is always a pleasure to see my work appreciated," he admits. "Especially by you."
gladiokinesis: (Default)

if this is too old don't feel bad

[personal profile] gladiokinesis 2022-07-22 05:27 am (UTC)(link)

I mean, shit got complicated after that -- but that's dad for you, manipulating people even from the grave.

(they're all so much better without him. but things had been complicated in others way but the one thing diego has always seen clearly was who their father actually was. (that didn't stop him from longing for his approval though))

song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Younger and More Beautiful)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-25 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will learn frugality from me, Jon Snow." She grinned, kneeling for a moment to quickly secure the jewels in the shirt as he advised. When she stands, she sees his hand outstretched to her. Her heart swells as she gladly takes it, drawing closer.

Dany smiled sweetly, love clearly in the eyes. "We were."

She felt lovesick, like a swooning girl once again, living the stories that she had read in Meereen. Her handsome king and soldier, she his lady love. He would be the one to carry her off, as Rhaegar carried off his lady. With him, she could feel all of the adoration that was missing in her life before.
northerndragon: this is jon. he fights real good and we're proud of him. (right proper lad.)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
“Learn?” He makes a stab at pretending to take offense, at the same time that he’s pulling her closer. “I’m not a rich man, or a spendthrift. I only love you.”

And then he leans in to kiss her again, just as lovesick as she seems to be. Sometimes it pains him to look at her, with her big purple eyes and her bright short hair against the sky. When he is not kissing her, he misses kissing her. It has been long years since he wished that anyone would write a song about him — now he tends to wish that they wouldn’t. But it might be that she deserves a song.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Affectionate)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-25 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She gives her heart so fully to him in these kisses, overwhelmed by her feelings. They had said it was fate and it certainly felt like it in these moments. While it struck her as strange that her eyes were different in his world or that some things didn't line up in her mind, she was willing to overlook it. She simply wanted to be with him, to have his love and spend her life with him. A simple girl with a good man.

One kiss is chased by another. Hands bury in his hair, loving his curls and how thick and rich his locks were. Her head is spinning, dizzy at his emotions. "You love a girl who enjoys getting dirty by eating charred meat with her dragon or riding her silver so relentlessly that there's dust all over her?" She grinned, even against his lips. "I only love you, Jon Snow."
valeas: (☾ 2 7 0)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-07-26 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
( The slight furrow of her brow is all that signals her deepened contemplation. Such a thing was not possible in her world, and moreover, it would have never been encouraged. Magic was seen as devilry by most, and witches caught were witches punished. Her ancestors all burned for such hatred. )

How many are naturally able to do so?
valeas: (☾ 2 7 0)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-07-26 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
( Emilia has grown adept at concealing her emotions, a necessity if one is to survive the Seven Circles. But her concern is somewhat plain to see. Allison is her rotten soldier, her sweet cheese, her good-time girl. That the effects of her time at the volcano linger is worrisome to her. )

That was his gift?

( Five travels. Allison rumors. And Klaus hears ghosts? )
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-07-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
They're so few as to be legends.

[At least, in his part of the world. Viktor has never met real magic-users until now, and the arcane is still something of a mystery even to him.]

Our city was founded to escape the quarreling of mages. That was two hundred years ago.
valeas: (☾ 2 5 9)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-07-26 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
There were few where I am from, as well. Magic was considered a sin. ( And so witches never met, not even in secret. It was too dangerous. The council that once existed — with her grandmother at the helm — disbanded soon after Emilia and her twin were born.

She still finds it all a little funny, in a terrible sort of way. Men blame the devil for things they do not like. Call witches evil, when they are the ones who enjoy watching them burn. She considers this for a moment, before she meets his gaze once more.
) And now we both find ourselves here.

( In a world full of magic and decay, and a quarrel all its own. )
northerndragon: it's just that i'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you (pucker up)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
He chuckles and leans his forehead against hers.

“That’s the right sort of girl for me. Not sure I’m the right sort of man for a queen, but… well, might be that you’re not that sort of queen. We suit each other.”
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Cradles)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"The queen is a side of me, but I'm still a girl." She grinned caressing his cheek lovingly. "And I would rather have a stern Northern man at my side. I think you suit me quite well, queen or not."

If she was forced to bear the title, the duty expected of her, it would be easier with a man she loved supporting her.

"Kiss me again."
northerndragon: there is no game of life without you (jon occasionally smiles)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
“Oh.” He leans in, kisses her with a twist of his head and a half-smile. “Am I stern?”

He is dubious about this. There are times when he must be stern, but it isn’t his natural state, only what he has chosen when the other option is to play the boy. If he does that, he isn’t the only one who may suffer.

A string of kisses follow the question, and his mouth eventually makes its way to her neck.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Lips Close)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You frowned so much around me. I had to tease and poke you to get you to smile."

Which she's delighted that she succeeded. Now it seemed that he preferred to smile around her. His arms naturally wrapped around her. Pulled close to them, Dany briefly reflected at how much had changed between them. Now, they were linked, bound by fate. It was a surreal thought.

His kisses distract her, the kisses to her neck made her shiver and gasp. She held him tighter, gripping his tunic.
northerndragon: it’s cold up here for a southron girl (S8 - jonerys - a warming kiss)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
“I wasn’t frowning,” he says against her throat, just below her ear. “— Was I?”

As she trembles and clutches at his shirt, he kisses her harder, then rests his head against her shoulder and holds her tightly.

“I miss every part of you. I miss holding you all night.”
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Kiss (Caresses Cheek))

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Her breath is a bit more harsh with his mouth lingering against her throat. She was trembling against him, overwhelmed with long suppressed desires. His heat had always matched her own, making them burn all the more when they were together. It seemed only natural for it to engulf them, pushing them for more.

"I miss your kisses on me. I miss feeling all of you."

She grinned, giving his hair a little tug, encouraging him to continue kissing her there.
northerndragon: #1 NEPH (S8E1 jonerys nuzzle)

⚠️cw: sexual content for the remainder of this thread.⚠️

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
He continues kissing her there. Her skin is soft and smooth under his mouth, and he can feel her pulse when his lips touch the vein in her neck.

“Hard to not be with you every day.” A few more kisses, his body pressed and swaying against hers, and then, “How much longer do you think they’ll let us alone?”
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Listening)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
That was the question, wasn't it? She had been sent out to find treasure and they had never expressly said when she should be back. There certainly would be a grace period, if she had someone dunced the entire thing up and got lost. Why not let them think that she wasn't nearly as smart as others. Being lost meant more time alone to do as she pleased.

They were off the ship, they break a few rules without eyes on them.

"I think they'll assume I couldn't follow directions. We can be alone."
northerndragon: this is jon. he fights real good and we're proud of him. (right proper lad.)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
“They can blame themselves, then. Didn’t seem like those directions were meant to be followed.”

He pulls away from her long enough to kneel in the sand, then holds out a hand to help her sink to the ground with him. After a moment’s thought, he reaches for the velvet mantle, too: something to put between them and the grit.
Edited 2022-07-28 07:19 (UTC)
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Lips Close)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
She's never cared very much if there's sand or dirt or mud. Being under the sky was sacred to the Dothraki and she had practiced that quite happily. With a lover like Jon, someone she cared for so deeply, they could be in a thatched hut with dirt for a floor or in her palace in Mereen. It didn't matter.

Dany pressed close to him. It wasn't the same as the first time, when she had her Dothraki leathers. Now she had adopted the garb of the sailors, happily becoming one of them. It simply made it inconvenient for roaming hands and attentions.

She drew him into another kiss, stoking their desire and drawing out the frustration that had bothered them both for so long.
northerndragon: chicks dig hypothermia (that one shot of their hands)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
He is not so happily one of the sailors, but he is dressed with some concessions to their preferences. If he wore his leather armor on deck at all times, and he fell off the boat, he’d be well in danger of sinking to his death. Going into the water like that… it would call up memories he’d prefer to bury as well as he can.

He sits back on his heels, encouraging her to straddle his legs and sit in his lap as he kisses her.

The closer they come to each other, the more he aches for her.

[But I’m not really sure whether she’s in a skirt or pants!]
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Whispered Words)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-07-28 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
She wrapped her legs around him, the pants that she had been given were cumbersome and would have to go soon, but for now protecting her from errant sand. She tugged at the ties to his shirt, opening his chest for eager lips to sprinkle kisses from his collarbone to his neck.

Dany was wearing a similar shirt and could easily shrug it off. The thin material had been good in the hot weather and fair enough protection from the sun, but she had no desire for it now. It wasn't as convenient as her leathers, but this would have to do.

So long as he kept touching her and kissing her, she would make do with inconvenience.
northerndragon: (hypothermia)

cw super vague implied reference to risk of sexual assault

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-07-28 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
He has not been sure of how bare she might wish to be, or how private; the way she lets her shirt fall to the sand makes it a little more clear. Once in a while, on the ship, he catches a pirate looking at her in a way he doesn’t like… if one of those pirates were to come across them now and leer at her sweet bare breasts, he might run them through. They have enough swords sitting around them, don’t they?

But her breasts are bare and they are sweet, and so close to him, and he misses the feeling of her warm, soft skin against his. So he pulls back and pulls the shirt over his head, and then pulls her into his arms again.

“Breeches won’t be so easy, love.” He breathes the words against her cheek between kisses. It’s better for her not to wear skirts on the ship, but the reasons why are the same reasons her breeches are troublesome now.

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