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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ 18ᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴅs ([personal profile] pyracy) wrote in [community profile] brethrencourt2017-04-29 11:17 am

TEST DRIVE 001b



Try on those ridiculous clothes, sample the catering, and run through your lines. It's time for the Long 18th Test Drive.

ARRIVAL: Characters come to in a dark, tropical forest in a huddle. There are the sounds of strange birds, animals, and insects all around, some of them perhaps worryingly close. With a closer inspection, arrivals realize they're on an incline: Going up will prove fruitless, no matter who they are. The ground there starts to grow rocky the further they climb, and they may find themselves slipping back down to their arrival point, even if they're expert mountain climbers. The ground sloping downward will eventually level out leading toward light, music, and noise. But for the moment, they're simply a group of lost people (or monsters/bipedal animals/robots/etc) with no idea where they are or how they got here. Now's probably a good time to ask, "Who the hell are you? Where am I?" Time to use the buddy system.

TORTUGA: There's a town off the coast of Hispaniola that never sleeps, and that town is Tortuga. It's swapped hands more times than anyone can count, but for now, the French have it. And they do like the extra money the pirates that frequent it bring in; they like it so much that they imported over 1600 prostitutes from Europe to keep them happy. So you might as well relax while you're here, as much as you can with random gunshots and fist fights, anyway. Drop in for a drink at the Faithful Bride, check out the wares for sale (provided to you tax-free thanks to piracy) near the dock front. Visit the warehouse where those ill-gotten goods are stored and distributed. Maybe you're looking for work on a ship? The captains can usually be found - frazzled and busy - in the taverns and at the shipwrights and everywhere in between (just look for the hats), and if they're in a good mood, they might be willing. But the key point of Tortuga is this: Have fun. Some examples might include: A barfight! Wandering into a brothel (maybe by mistake)! Getting duped into joining a crew! There's no end of trouble to get into.

MIRROR POST: When they arrived, every person found, in a pocket or a bag or tucked away somewhere on their person, a little compact mirror. It's nothing fancy: Square, with hinges and a latch that keep it closed, the outer casing carved from seashell, the inner mirror a little spotted with age. But if it's played around with enough, it quickly becomes apparent it works as a communication device. Here you have access to all of the marked folks, no matter how far and wide they might spread. Need to have a heart to heart with a buddy in Singapore? Want to send out a general ad to everyone at large? Looking for answers to questions? This is the quickest way to get all of that.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE: The world is open, and it's full of pearls that are just waiting for you to take them. Maybe you want to have some quiet time to scrub clean in a bathhouse in Singapore. Perhaps you're visiting the fabled pirate city of Libertalia in Madagascar. Maybe you've found yourself lost in Mayan ruins or stranded on an island. Or you were shipwrecked in a hurricane. Or you've decided to relocate to Port Royal or one of the American colonies for a quieter sort of life. Either way, this is your story, might as well make it a good one.
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[personal profile] alwaysomething 2017-05-03 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Violet Baudelaire is many things, but stupid is not one of them.

...But she's also from a world with no magic and as such, it isn't the first place her mind skips to. Instead, it turns to:
]

You mean, narcolepsy? [ Because that's the only logical explanation Violet has for a why a man walking in their general direction suddenly falls to the ground asleep.

Even still, she's skeptical. Her life has had too much bad luck recently, that any sort of good luck is questionable.
]
hiddenandpatient: (001)

[personal profile] hiddenandpatient 2017-05-03 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth turns back to her pudding and nods, fidgeting with her fork. She's not entirely sure she can trust anyone here- but this woman has already proved her worth. She's been weaving her spell on everyone in the tavern that night- there was not a person in the room who hadn't been watching her at some point.

And she took care of the unwelcome men easily.]


I have recently arrived, yes... Though I haven't acclimated as well as you appear to have.
alwaysomething: (pic#11353873)

[personal profile] alwaysomething 2017-05-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Between the two of them, Kara is the only one who can fly.

But Violet doesn't know that. What Violet does know is that Kara is the first person she's seen since arriving in this forest, and she's relieved for many reasons. First and foremost being that Kara certainly isn't Count Olaf, or any of Count Olaf's known associates. Second of all, Kara looks like she actually wants to listen and to help.

Violet hasn't gotten a lot of that, lately.

And so she doesn't hesitate to answer.
] My siblings, Klaus and Sunny. Klaus isn't much younger than me, [ 12, to Violet's 14, ] but Sunny's just an infant! I was just with them, but now I'm here, and...

[ And she promised her parents she'd look after them and keep them safe. How can she do that when she doesn't know where she is? Or where they are? ]
richandreal: (that if you eat enough ass)

ii

[personal profile] richandreal 2017-05-03 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, Rafe falls under the category of Those Assholes. Not only has he been eating from a silverspoon worth more than anything in Diamond City, and he wouldn't recognize the fact it's useless in a wasteland if radroach slapped him across the face.

So, he happens to be the human "gentleman" that had to take a few steps back after getting a good look at Hancock. There's even a "Jesus fucking Christ" under his breath, to make it better. And if he really wanted to top it off, he was still looking at him funny until it registered the ghoul spoke.]


You wanna try me, buddy?
pottering: (006)

Violet you're a treasure

[personal profile] pottering 2017-05-03 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Er, no. Well, could be. Yeah. [It's a ready excuse, one she'd invented herself, and a smart man would leave it there.

Harry does not leave it there.]


I thought maybe, y'know, he'd been drinking and it just knocked him out. That happens sometimes. ...but we shouldn't stay, should we, if he wakes up again?

[The man hadn't been nearly drunk enough to pass out, or to miss what Harry had really done, and he'd rather not be around to prove it hadn't been a dream.]
mostlysunny: ([KD] Pensive)

[personal profile] mostlysunny 2017-05-04 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh jeez. [An infant? There should not be an infant lost in the woods, she cannot let that go without doing absolutely everything she can to fix it as soon as possible.]

Okay, don't worry. Don't worry, if they're here we'll find them, I promise. [Kara reaches out to squeeze Violet's shoulder—carefully—and tips her head to one side to listen. Lots of jungle sounds, a few distant frustrated conversations, but all adults. No one Violet's age, and definitely no infants.]

...but I don't think they are, I can't hear anything...I mean, um. Sunny would probably be crying, right? And Klaus would be calling for you too. I could hear you really clearly when you were calling. ...I don't know if that's better or not, though.

[Will it be better or worse if her siblings aren't here? On the one hand, they're probably not in trouble the way Violet and Kara are in trouble, but on the other hand, if they're not here, where are they?]
freedomrun: (This is the last.)

Mary Read | Asscreed: Black Flag

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-04 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[The pillar of green light flashes just off the horizon, signaling yet another returned from the dead. Just half a blink later, a young woman stands in the forest near you. Already dressed like she belongs here and only looking half like Hell, she cocks a hand on her hip and takes a gander at the scenery.

She seems equal parts confused and amused, like there's a dark joke she won't let you in on. You might get the impression she's always some level of amused.]


An' here I thought my work was done. [Her accent is vaguely English with strong, swinging Caribbean tones.] No rest for the wicked, eh?

[She'd just like to tell God or whatever being was daft enough to bring her back that she does not have any unfinished business, thank you very much, can she go back to sleep now?

No?

Well, alright. Finally done ignoring you, she notes your existence.]


Who're you, then? My spirit guide?

II. Drinks on You

[For anyone keeping one sober lid open, they might notice a woman of indeterminate age sashaying about town like she owns the city next door. Once, she did. It's like slipping into old shoes, taking the same downtrodden paths from home to home, base and back. Although Mary spent most of her time in Nassau and Great Inagua when she was alive, in the end, the reek of piss and rum complimented by rowdy music is the same at every pirate capital.

Only the most well-trained eagle eye would notice that, below her still waters, there's some disgust for the sloth of this place. Allow men to lurk in stagnant, murky waters long enough, gathering flies and algea, and they become stale pond scum themselves. Sloth. It makes men useless, and it reminds her of the fall of Nassau, once her pirate kingdom.

Her sequel has started here, however, and she must make it work. Confidence will get you to the ends of the earth and back, but it's nothing without information. She has no idea how long she's been dead, and Tortuga's unchanging nature doesn't lend itself well to any clues on the year. It's best to get reacquainted with the dregs of the human race.

And so, it's with a heavy boot and a devil-may-care attitude that she slides into the counter at one of the many taverns in town. There isn't a question about her, seemingly only there for the gin.

She orders a drink and holds it to her lips, listening to everything around her.]


III. Magic Sits Heavy in the Gut

[It takes a full month before Mary more than touches her mirror. She's not a superstitious type, but she's seen what the supernatural can do to someone, and the evils for which they can be used. Besides, who really cares about what a bunch of strangers are saying across the world if it's nothing useful?

But it's been a slow day of mucking about on some uncharted little sandbar, and so she drifts to the mirror. Behind her is the sea, the drop of sand, and the blinding Sun. She's since shed her frock coat, which is lying in the sand somewhere beside her, carelessly cast aside.]


Right. We're well past introductions, so let's dive righ' in. How safe d'ye think speakin' on these trinkets are?

[She leans forward, arm across her knee, as if she's about to divulge a great secret. A corner of her lips cutting upwards, whispering dangers, she lowers her voice.]

Who's listenin' in, I wonder?

((still in the process of making actual Mary icons, forgive, I have like...3))
freedomrun: (When we were young we used to say)

Tortuga omg she's adorable

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-04 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Mary looks like she belongs here, but she's always listening in, and she's standing close when the girl passes toward the tavern.

Arms crossed, she responds with a naturally low voice and plenty of amusement coloring it, her accent a lilting English with island notes.]


Lass, everyone saw that.

[Still, Mary is sympathetic. It's hard for a woman to get by in this world of men, no matter what . . . incredible feats they can accomplish.]

What you need is a lesson in subtlety.
lethermindwander: ([kay] talking)

Christine Daaé | Phantom (of the Opera) | CRAU | OTA!

[personal profile] lethermindwander 2017-05-04 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[The first thing Christine notices is that her wings are gone. It's not a particularly concerning revelation, as an angel residing in Hell, she had grown quite accustomed to disguising them.

But she also feels heavy in a way that is concerning. Her heart is beating solidly. The air is thick but actually necessary. She feels honestly exhausted. She can't possibly be alive though...? Can she?

She doesn't dwell on it for the moment. The fact that she is not alone is a more pressing concern. No longer the mousy creature she was in her youth, Christine has become something maybe a little dangerous. Her years exploring Hell have taught her how to defend herself. Which she will, if she deems those around her as a threat.

But she's still a good natured soul, underneath it all. She turns to the nearest person with a big smile.]


All this foliage is rather beautiful, isn't it? It's been a while since I've been around trees that don't try to bite.

II. Tortuga

[It's not that much different from literal Hell, Christine notes. Despite the fact that her clothes don't exactly match the time period, nor are they appropriate for a lady, her deep red frock coat allows her to blend in, sort of. She still feels like she sticks out but that's mostly because she feels like she should be wearing the thick layers of a dress like a proper lady again. Except, she really, really, really doesn't want to.

She glides through the town, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Mostly, she has slipped into the role of being an observant ghost. Much like a certain someone that is near and dear to her heart. Someone that she's definitely going to end up looking for, sooner or later.

There's just one small problem. Namely, the fact that Christine is small. Any easy target to prey upon. At least at first glance. Some dirty scoundrel has decided to pick on her but she's a bit too quick for them.

Still, that means she ends up tearing through town as fast as she can run, weaving through people and jumping over obstacles because come on, wild chases are always fun. She ends up climbing up onto a roof to avoid her pursuers but that ends up being a bad idea. Sure, Christine gets them off her trail but a shingle comes loose and she winds up falling right off that rooftop and it hurts. A lot.

She still isn't used to this whole actually being alive again thing.]

freedomrun: (When we were young we used to say)

Tortuga

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-04 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Mary hadn't been paying the child much attention as she walked the docks, but she can only see those gruff sailors giving the kid more trouble than she signed up for. Not only is she a kid, but she's a girl, to boot. No one is going to take her seriously, but that doesn't mean the worst of them would be above hurting her.

Walking with easy confidence, Mary slides in beside Violet, hopefully before she can cause a scene. She pays the gruff sailors no mind, because they're just of that little import.]


Ye got a job with tha' head o' yours, lass?
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[personal profile] atomicage 2017-05-04 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[#youcomeintohishouse #onthis #DUM-Esquinceañera

But, of course, just like he's expected, the implications here go right over this guy's head. True, true, not everyone is Tony, and believe it or not, Tony absolutely understands that. He does! But JeeeeEsus Christ, this kid.]


Me? [He mockingly points to himself.] Normally I'd say something along the lines of being smarter and richer than you, give some kind of...I don't know, pithy one-liner. But the truth is, I get the feeling it's wasted effort, and that? I am already too bored for, so let's keep it simple: Science. Math. I'm really good at those. Guess which one of us is more likely to break the time travel code.
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[personal profile] atomicage 2017-05-04 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
1610, that's just. That's great. [It is not great. He's not sure how much more his brain can actually handle at this point.]

See, you're right. They do. Not to you right now, maybe never, but they do. But right now the whys are taking a backseat to the whats. We're gonna use the scientific method because I'm not buying the magical time travel theory.
misfitter: (Default)

i really need to make him some icons

[personal profile] misfitter 2017-05-04 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Jesus Christ, some people, man. It never gets old. And by never gets old, what Hancock, of course, really means is that sometimes it gets really, really annoying. Here he is, minding his own business, and, seriously? This guy's going to really go there after that?]

I dunno. [He pushes off where he's been leaning, and, yeah, it's true, he's not very tall. Ghouldom doesn't lend to being very brawny, either. Doesn't mean he's not a whole lot like a pre-war snake when he wants to be, though.] You tell me. Out of the two of us, which one is being the asshole here. I'm just minding my own business, pal, but if you're feeling itchy, by all means, jump.

[Okay, admittedly that answer is usually Hancock. This is the exception and you better believe he's going to go for it.]
storygami: (I don't know how you were inverted)

[personal profile] storygami 2017-05-04 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Me either. Magic can do many things, but turning back the clock is not one of them.

[He says that so plainly, like it's just a fact of life and magic is completely normal, but with a weight that says he's tried anyway.]

So "what" matters?
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[personal profile] golden_glider 2017-05-04 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[If everyone thinks they've had an eye on you it's that much easier to take advantage when a back is turned. Not that she's been doing more than lightening a pocket here and there. The weight of money in this era makes it a little difficult to swipe an entire "wallet."

Lisa's pretty sure that's not meant to be a 100% a compliment, but it sure sounds like one to her. At least her instincts still seemed to be on point about this woman.

She shrugs, replies a little too honestly.]


Do what you know. Drunk men are the same everywhere.
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[personal profile] hiddenandpatient 2017-05-04 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't much experience with drunk men.

[Not that she can complain. Her mother always sought to keep them safe- she was always to be the next Queen of England. Even the men of court, when she was young, were never that drunk around her. Even the men of Henry's court weren't, nor Henry himself. She frowned a little into her mead, mentally taking her options into consideration. Though there was nothing outright making her believe she could trust this woman- it was far easier to trust a woman that had already helped you than it was to trust any man you did not know.

She needed someone to trust- if not just a little- here. She looks back up at the other woman, eyes wide as she watches her a moment longer before continuing:]


I'm afraid I haven't caught your name?
freedomrun: (This is the last.)

mirror

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-04 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Tha' depends.

[The woman who answers is lounging in a tree leaning over a cliff, mango in hand, the waterfall far below in clear view. Her English accent has a nearly sing-song, island lilt. She's been in the Caribbean a long time.

She sounds bored.]
D'ye think you're here for a reason? Or is this all a mad, nat'ral phenomenon?
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ii

[personal profile] pottering 2017-05-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[As it happens, a black wool robe blends in with the weird fashions of this weird place quite well, especially once he's got it good and dusty, but a black wool robe in the tropics is also awful in every sense of the word. It's hot and heavy and scratchy in a way he really never noticed before and Harry has finally given in and wadded it up under his arm. Between the school uniform underneath and the glasses, he's getting a few looks and mutters now.

He's used to being stared at though, that's what happens when you're Harry Potter, so he isn't as fussed about it as he probably ought to be. Doesn't mean he isn't a bit relieved when someone else appears wearing something that at least looks like it was made in his home century.]


Er, well. Time travel is real, actually, bit weird but I just learned about it myself. Dunno if that's what's happened though. It wasn't the same at all.

[He looks at the barrel in front of them, topped with a lantern burning some kind of fish-smelling oil that's got to be real.] I don't think we're lucky enough to be hallucinating.
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[personal profile] pottering 2017-05-04 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually it's the 'here for a reason' bit, with me. [Does he sound somewhat fed up? He is.

So far, he's got no answers at all worth mentioning, other than that he's in the Caribbean, there are pirates, and no one else is remotely interested in how he got here or how he might leave again. He'd disappeared right off the train, what's happened to his trunk? To Hedwig? He can only hope Ron and Hermione aren't letting the Dursleys go wandering off with them, or worse, leaving them on the platform.]


You've been here longer than me, yeah? Mad phenomenon or mad reasons?
mostlysunny: ([KD] You're right you're right)

Can't wait until she tries to speak pirate lingo :3

[personal profile] mostlysunny 2017-05-04 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everyone? Ugh, fine. Kara drops the act with a frustrated huff, shoving her hands into her dress pockets and hunching her shoulders the way she used to when she hadn't wanted to be seen.]

I didn't mean—I just wanted him to stop doing that. I didn't want him to fall in the...stuff. [In the horror of indescribable stuff that the 'road' is made from.

The woman who had answered her might not be an ally, exactly, but she's at least cared enough to say something. Kara leaves off her plan to go inside.]


Okay...okay. I can do this. I learned to blend in once before, I can do that again. I can totally do that again. Um, is there a place I can get something to wear that's a little more... [She looks down at her dress, buttercup yellow and hitting just above her knee, a perfect summer dress for working at Catco, not so much for...here.] A little more not this?
lethermindwander: ([kay] ballgown)

ii.

[personal profile] lethermindwander 2017-05-05 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[As far as Christine can tell, she's been somehow resurrected to the land of the living. She hasn't figured out the how or the why but if living in literal Hell for a while has taught her anything, it's to just roll with whatever chaos that comes forth.

Except she can't help but stare when she sees Hancock's face. She's not afraid, no. Unlike most people around here, she has definitely seen someone that lacks a proper nose before. It's a bit uncanny how similar this man's appearance is compared to her beloved Erik's...

Hancock may be talking to the man that just grimaced at him but Christine takes a step closer and acts as if he's talking to her.]


Are you offering? I'd hate to keep my loved ones downstairs waiting for me. [Her tone is a bit joking. She's not looking to start any sort of fight. She just can't resist talking to a man that looks like death walking around in broad daylight without a mask. It's fascinating.]
freedomrun: (So hold on tight and don't look back)

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not one t' look t' God for reason. That belongs to mankind. If I've a divine path, it just so happens I chose it m'self, so it 'ardly matters. I've m' own mad reasons.

[She tosses the mango up in the air, testing its weight, thinking.]

Though, I crawled my way out of Hell. Some small part is tempted t' put that to a greater plan. [Mary looks from from the fruit to Harry] Not that of God, however.

[Reason. Man. She thinks behind this all is a man with magic too strong to control, as it is with all major disasters.]
alwaysomething: (pic#11354143)

she does her best

[personal profile] alwaysomething 2017-05-05 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Violet has lived quite a series of unfortunate events, but none of those events revolved around alcohol. However, she has seen quite a few people passed out in this strange town, and quite a few of them have been heavily inebriated. There very well may be a correlation between the two.

Was that man drunk enough that he would just pass out apropos of nothing? She doesn't have any evidence to back it up, she can't say the opposite is any more true. More to the fact,
]

I suppose you're right. [ That man obviously wasn't coming after them for a good reason. Good luck might be questionable, but they ought to take this chance while they still can. And so, with one last look at the snoring man, Violet begins to make her way out of the alley. ]

Sorry, I'm new to this town, [ she says, when she draws even with him. ] Based on your clothes, I'm guessing you are too?
freedomrun: (Now we are the kids from yesterday)

the first avast out of her mouth and the whole block laughs

[personal profile] freedomrun 2017-05-05 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. [There's a laugh to her voice as she juts her chin off down the road.] C'mon. I'll show ye th' way.

[Mary starts off toward the closest tailor, talking as they go. She walks with complete confidence, not minding the filthy muck of the streets. The soles of her boots are already covered in it. That's just the way it is.]

So what's yer name, lass?
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[personal profile] alwaysomething 2017-05-05 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sunny doesn’t really cry. At least, not anymore. Though still an infant, Sunny does her very best to communicate with the world around her. She uses words -- but those words are mostly nonsense, and she and Klaus are really the only ones that can understand her.

Still, Kara may have a point. After her explanation, Violet grows silent, trying to listen for herself. She’s sure if Klaus found himself in the same situation, he’d be calling for her the very same was she had been. And though Sunny was just a baby, she’d probably be doing her best too. And she can’t hear anything, not really, nothing that she would expect from her siblings.

She doesn’t like the idea that she’s on her own -- that they may be on her own. But facts are facts.
]

You're right. I don't hear either of them. [ That doesn't stop her from looking around, one last time, just to make sure. ]

Where are they, though? If I was brought here, surely they would be too -- I was sitting right next to them. [ Not to mention, ] Where am we?

[ And, more importantly, where was Count Olaf? ]

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