TEST DRIVE MEME

[mourningstarmods]

LOOK AT MY UGLY, GRAPHICS-FREE MEME.

While Reserves are Open, there's no one in the game yet, so feel free to test out your muses in the setting here! Should you choose to app, you may pick threads you've done here to count toward activity (if all characters involved are in the game).

Some prompts:

1. Fetching or Vetting. Your character is either introducing an Inmate to the ship or is going to pick them up. Or they have recently returned from this endeavor.

2. Yeah, that rumble earlier? Not a big deal. Just a flood. (You pick how it affects your character.) Let somebody know if you start feeling a little funny.

Comments

Sheldon Mopes | Death to Smoochy | OTA

[smoochy]

Now if I could just make a suggestion for the mess hall. I think we ought'a start leading by example here! If we don't wanna see so much violence and aggression around here, then we should start serving food that reflects a sort of... higher ideal! I'm talking organic fruits and vegetables-- maybe starting a garden on the deck. Soy and tofu instead of meats. Vegan options! Nothing has to die for us to eat here. Come on, who's with me?

[Uh oh, he's getting fired up.]

I also think we'd cut down on violence shipwide if we started offering some verbena tea. Not just for the inmates. There are some wardens here-- I'm not namin' any names-- who could do with some calming herbal remedies. Really bring down the anger levels all around.

Chase Collins | The Covenant | OTA

[bastardofipswich]

So... Since this is a pirate ship and all, do we get to keelhaul people?

Please forgive the icons

[gimmethemap]

Organic?

[gimmethemap]

That's...more a British Navy affair. Also kind of pointless when you're sailing in a place where barnacles don't latch on.

[smoochy]

That's right! All natural, no pesticides or chemicals.

[bastardofipswich]

Fine, do we get to raid other ships?

[gimmethemap]

The fruits and vegetables we bring in come straight out of the ground, as far as I know.

[gimmethemap]

If they shoot first.

[fuckton]

You have got to be fucking kidding me. Why the hell is a hug the fucking earth, earthy crunchy hippie here? As if this place wasn't bad enough.

[smoochy]

Then, hey, we're already off to a great start! But what about my meat alternatives proposal?

[smoochy]

Now, you sound like you could definitely use a little bit of verbena tea. I've got some in my cabin if you want to try it.

[bastardofipswich]

That's lame. We should shoot first.

[gimmethemap]

While you're free to choose what you do and do not eat while you're here, Mister Mopes, I don't think it really follows to restrict everyone else.

[gimmethemap]

You already know that's not what you're here for.

[bastardofipswich]

Whatever. What's the point of being on a pirate ship if we can't shoot at other ships and raid them?

[smoochy]

That's fair, so long as the alternatives are made available. I think if people gave 'em a shot, they'd really come to like 'em.

Morgan Adams | Cutthroat Island | OTA

[gimmethemap]

Prompt 1:

Morgan didn't waste time heading down to the brig once she was made aware a new arrival would be waiting. They didn't always remember what happened immediately before arriving, and either way, it wasn't unusual for them to panic if they were alone for too long.

Contrary to a number of ships she'd been on in her past, the brig was clean and well-outfitted -- neither as fancy and futuristic as Level Zero had been on the Barge, nor did one stand ankle-deep in bilge. The cells were clean, with a cot for sitting and sleeping, the addition of a water pump over a drain for drinking and washing, and of course a place to relieve oneself.

To ensure she didn't interrupt them while any of those latter features were being put to use, she listened before stepping into full view.


Prompt 2:

The Captain's quarters were situated a little differently from those of her last two ships, but she didn't mind that much, but handsome enough for visitors. On being made aware that a new Warden had arrived, she extended an invitation for drinks and briefing in her cabin. The quartermaster carried out her wishes and let her know to expect them in short time.

Wine was not her usual preference, but it was nothing to sneeze at, and somber enough for these occasions. A battle or two sat on the table, along with a tray of bread and cheese. A little fancy for her old self, but several years on the Barge and meeting people who took all sorts had taught her to outfit these meetings with something that might be universally pleasing.

King Charles tittered from his perch near the door, a sign the Capuchin could hear visitors approaching well before she could. Morgan finished the notes she was making on the charts the Helmsman had brought down earlier that day and rose, straightening her waistcoat and waiting for a telltale knock.

[gimmethemap]

Something tells me you've been reading one too many stories.

[bastardofipswich]

Well, the library is the only interesting thing on this boat.

[gimmethemap]

Best you take that up with the galley, then, and they'll see about looking for alternatives the next time we stop in for a supply run. In the meantime, do you think you'll be able to manage?

[gimmethemap]

She's got a few tricks up her sleeves.

In the meantime, focus on your work. Learn from the Masters and Mates, and we'll look into situating you somewhere that's a bit more challenging.

[bastardofipswich]

Or I could get my magic back.

[gimmethemap]

You'll have to take that up with your Warden when you're permanently assigned.

What kind of magic do you do?

Prompt 1

[bastardofipswich]

The last thing he remembered was fire. It surrounded him, engulfed him, and suddenly there was nothing. It didn't hurt as much as he'd expected it to. It didn't really feel like anything. There was this nothingness, this darkness, and then he woke up. It took Chase a few moments to gather his bearings, to come to grips with the fact that he was still alive. He would've celebrated, if not for the fact that there was something very wrong. The Power normally flowing through his veins, it was gone. He couldn't feel it, he couldn't summon up the smallest bit of magic. And, as he looked around to figure out where the hell he was, he came to realize that he was in a freaking prison cell.

No magic, and all locked up. This had to be Caleb's doing. Somehow, the other witch had done this to him. With a growl of rage, he picked up the cot and threw it at the bars, as if the little tantrum could somehow free him.

[bastardofipswich]

I could do anything.