TEST DRIVE 001b

[pyracy]

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.

Comments

[lethermindwander]

I was dead. As content as one could be residing in literal Hell. Sulfur and brimstone, the whole nine yards. [Murder-plants are just the tip of the iceberg, really.]

Pretty sure I've just been resurrected somehow because this place feels an awful lot like actually being alive again. Which sounds insane when I say it out loud. No way to really prove it, though. Could just be some particularly potent Hell wine.

[Christine laughs because...she should really avoid strange beverages more than she does. She easily moves on from her own story and focuses on what he's saying, though.]

See, now I know where Boston is. Can't say I've ever been to America, though. Lived my life on the other side of the ocean. [Nope, no clue about the bombs. When she had been alive the first time, scientists were just discovering radioactivity. In death, most of the knowledge she's picked up is related to music or...completely useless trivia.

She raises an eyebrow and gives him a look that includes a slightly exaggerated eye roll.]

I'm not that dense, I know what a blacksmith's looks like. But yes, I feel you. But. [A thought is occurring to her and sorry, new corpse-faced friend. She might just drag you along for it.]

If this is really the living world, that means there's living world food. As in, it'll actually be edible, not be completely rotten through with some sort of magical Hell mold that'll make you grow horns or it won't still be writhing on the plate. It's never fun when you have to eat your food before it eats you, you know? [This woman is far too excited about something so simple.] Alcohol that doesn't vaguely taste like it's already been thrown up? I take that back, this place could be a wonderland. [A small pause.]

Care to join me on a food adventure, fellow traveler?

[What hasn't occurred to her quite yet is that she's going to need money to pay for that food. Or she'll have to steal it.]