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Test Drive Meme #1


TEST DRIVE #1

The day begins as any other, you’re going about your day, living your life, when, without warning, you feel the world around you shift on its axis. You feel a great tear, welling from the depths of your soul as you are ripped from all you have known. If you’re lucky, you arrive in the wilderness of an unfamiliar world, where the language is foreign and the people are hostile. To make your escape, you must learn some language, flee, and occasionally fight, all to find your way off the floating isles you find yourself on and to the great ocean below, where rebel forces will welcome you.

If you’re unlucky, you materialize within a room full of armed guards and are quickly subdued with charged nets, stripped of your belongings, fitted with strange devices that suppress your powers and pressed into servitude. Your days are unimaginable pain and toil.

Fortunately, even in this world, there is still hope. For the denizens of this world have not given up. And it is for that dream of salvation that the Crimson Corsairs raise their flags and sail - for liberation. Perhaps you are one who has lived their entire life under the oppressive yoke of the Empire. Perhaps you have seen first hand your family and friends cut down by nobles hunting men for sport, or perhaps you have run afoul with the church and barely escaped with your life. No matter your origin, the Corsairs sail for you, for your freedom, for your life. And today, a taste of freedom will be won for all.


ARRIVAL/LIBERATION
This month, the Crimson Corsairs raided a Larendt labor camp in order to obtain much-needed parts and textiles as well as liberate another batch of servants for the cause. The raid was executed under the cover of night, with one team sweeping the dormitories and gathering as many servants as they could while the other team hit factories as they could, focusing on taking important items like ship parts and clothing, loading them into prepared trams and fleeing before the guard could mobilize. The operation, thankfully, went off without a hitch, and the Corsairs were able to usher a number of servants into their waiting ships.

As dawn breaks, the raiding fleet docks at Flotsam as the city-fleet begins the long journey away from the continent before a retaliation fleet can be mobilized. The former servants are finally let above deck. The sun is beating down hard on them, its brilliance marking their first step into freedom.

Corsairs on the fleet will have a lot to do - the new arrivals will need to be sorted, clothed, and fed. Many are emaciated from the conditions in the labor camp, and the former servants will be immediately ushered to a mess hall for their first meal as free folk. Corsairs will be needed to organize the movement, prepare and serve the food, and also just sit with them and talk to them, helping them adjust and filling them in on the situation.

Former servants will have found the entire process exhausting to say the least. They were awoken in the dead of night by heavily armed people quickly moving through, shattering their chains and ushering them into ships. The entire night was spent sailing, and while the hull is dark it is crowded and difficult to sleep in. Finally, upon arrival they are ushered into a meal hall and served a humble meal - but a meal that far exceeds anything that was ever served at the servant’s table. What is known is that they are now free.


MEANWHILE IN THE WATERLOGGED ROW…

With another successful mission under their belt and their duties more or less complete, the triumphant Corsairs observe a time-honored tradition: heading to the Waterlogged Row and getting absolutely shitfaced on awful grog.

The mood is jubilant and self-congratulatory, with drinking songs ringing out across Flotsam. In consideration to other residents, the Row is currently moored a good distance from the residential areas to keep the celebrations from disturbing what little peace there is in the chaotic town that is Flotsam. But for those who participated in the mission, tonight is about celebration. Singing, storytelling, socializing, this is the glue that holds the operations team together. And as the Crimson Corsairs do not officially recognize a drinking age, everyone is welcome! Even if they probably shouldn’t be!

New arrivals are, of course, not at all restricted so those who finish their meal and go exploring will quickly find the Row, as well as many Corsairs eager to buy them a pint to toast their newfound freedom.


MAKING THE GOOD STUFF

Elysium often serves as the crux of Corsair operations, and the next operation is no different. While the operations team is carousing and toasting their success, the planning team is hard at work preparing for the next mission.

The order of the day is gathering, which has brought the team to the forests outside of Elysium. In the coming month, Elysium will host a lavish party for the guards of a certain continent, and it is the duty of the gatherers to ensure that any drink served is “enhanced”, with such potency that they won’t be in any position to do their duty when the raiders strike.

Any herbology specialists will be absolutely vital for this operation. While the Corsairs have some documents and know, generally, what they’re looking for, there are a wide variety of things that grow within the forest, many of which can be quite dangerous.

Those new to gathering will really need to watch their step. Elysium is rich in hallucinogens, and a whiff of the wrong flower or mushroom could leave them contemplating their navel for the next hour. Tasting is out of the question, but what they don’t know can’t hurt them right? After all, the Elysium workers spend a lot of time eradicating poisoned growths to keep wandering nobles safe so anything they find can’t be THAT bad. Right?

And of course, for experienced foragers, they will find an entirely new duty thrust upon them - keeping the newbies in line. Really, how can they expect anything productive to be done when they send a bunch of green recruits into a forest full of hallucinogens?


EDUCATION AS THE BOMBS FALL

New Corsairs almost always find themselves in the Vault. Nestled in the earth and subject to the constant pounding of munitions overhead, the Vault is the repository of knowledge for the Crimson Corsairs and the place where new inductees are educated. Language instruction, education on the world and its people, writing, reading, arithmetic, just about any kind of learning can be done in the Vault’s halls.

Notable about the Vault’s education is how deeply tied it is to the Crimson Corsair’s broader philosophy - everyone’s unique talents and insight have value. As such, Corsairs are often called to the Vault to share their specialized expertise. While many Corsairs do choose to become full-time teachers, any Corsair can come and teach a class.

For the new Corsairs, now is a time to learn and train, acclimate themselves to their situation and figure out where they want to go from here. For established Corsairs, this is an opportunity to meet the new recruits and help train them so they can help with the cause. Those who might be students today will be comrades standing at your side tomorrow, so teach them well.


DANGER AT SEA

As the most mobile of the Corsair’s settlements and the only obvious Imperial target, Flotsam is well equipped to deal with any number of dangers. One such danger is the enormous sea monsters who dwell within the Eternal Ocean. While many are not too keen to tangle with such a large fleet, occasionally a monster will become angry or territorial enough to try to attack the fleet.

And it is for that reason that the Corsairs now find themselves battling a massive sea serpent that has stretched itself across the western edge of the fleet. New Corsairs aren’t expected to assist in this battle, but as the sinking of Flotsam would be VERY BAD for those who are currently trying to live on it, many will jump in anyway, especially as they should have been issued weapons. As to established Corsairs, well, you know the drill by now. Monster bad, try to sink ship, let’s convince it that there are easier marks than the pride of the Corsair fleet.

Some Corsairs will need to man the cannons to blow it away, but many will get up close and personal, jumping into melee range to drive it away from the ships and mitigate as much damage as they can. Others still will provide support from the back with magic or ranged weaponry, and still others will need to weave their way in between the battle to carry out wounded Corsairs for medical attention. Whatever your specialty, your city needs you. Best get to work.


WILDCARD

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OOC
Welcome to the first Test-Drive Meme for Viva La! All threads here may be considered canon once characters have entered the game. Threads here are eligible for use as a roleplay sample for applications, which will open on the 15th of June at midnight.

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takingchances: (008)

[personal profile] takingchances 2024-06-03 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[All thumbs, hm? Eva watches Übel curiously a moment and then cocks a half-grin at her.]

Well then, how about you wash everything after I peel it? Can't bleed if I don't give you a knife.

[You're not getting away that easy!]
Edited (the one time i think i've managed to write coherently without any typos...) 2024-06-03 21:13 (UTC)
cutabout: (✃ chop it up)

[personal profile] cutabout 2024-06-03 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, hey. I'm not a priority, remember? Don't start slipping just because I buttered you up.

[ Still, it was a sincere compliment. Übel figures that if Shionne isn't used to receiving kind words, it's because of the lousy life she had in Varschein. Well, plenty of folks among the Crimson Corsairs should have nice things to say, with her being pretty and hard-working. ]

I work with the Corsairs, and the mission just now was hardly aaaaany trouble at all. Let's find another sad sack to help. I can give directions and answer questions, yeah? We'll be a good team.
fuckthatdragon: (My perception of the dragon has changed)

I MAY CONTRADICT THIS IN A LATER THREAD WHO CARES

[personal profile] fuckthatdragon 2024-06-03 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't have put it better myself!"

She was getting pretty good at this teaching stuff! Never mind that half the class had glazed eyes or other variations of confused looks on their faces.
cutabout: (✃ a cut above)

[personal profile] cutabout 2024-06-03 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Call me a renaissance girl.

[ Übel sighs. She sure keeps walking into these traps—though that doesn't bother her much, apparently. There are things she can learn from Musse well beyond etiquette. ]

Making you sit there bored for two hours doesn't seem ladylike at all. Besides, I'm guessing that word choice really isn't the most important thing. Let's cut to the chase.
lightnovelexperiences: (:doubt)

Re: 3

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-03 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Understood.

I - I can fight well enough, but I think I have a better idea for how to help the Corsairs. Half of it is healing.
lightnovelexperiences: (:happy)

Re: Deedee Yeowoo || The Wonders of Mundus

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-03 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
We used to joke that pneuma was stored in the floof, which is why a nine tailed Vulpecian is serious business.

…I mean, I would love to freshen up but we’re a long way from a proper bath.
transrobotism: (Default)

[personal profile] transrobotism 2024-06-03 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
RPK's equipped with quite a few language libraries, and while the native language wasn't one, it did give her a leg up. The longer they talk, though...

She quietly slips into English without making a fuss; her own accent's definitely Slavic.

"So, a fellow outworlder! Hee, hee. Nice to meet you, Tandy. I'm Pandora. You must have come in somewhere unusual. I've heard it happens, sometimes."

She glances past Tandy's shoulder, and wordlessly starts putting together another meal package. She clearly wants to keep talking, though.

"I've actually been in this world for... Seven and a half months? Probably! Unfortunately, up until recently I was in the Empire's care... they're known for stealing new people into this world all the time to replenish their workforce due to, ah, a high rate of attrition."
Edited 2024-06-03 22:02 (UTC)
cutabout: (✃ chop it up)

[personal profile] cutabout 2024-06-03 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Übel could complain—like she just finished up a mission where they saved a bunch of people, right? Considering she'd hardly broken a sweat, that would be a bit disingenuous. ]

Alright, Doc. Deal.

[ She lobs the potato back at Eva, stretches her arms a little, then steps towards the sink. ]

Still... you should keep in mind that I don't let just anyone order me around.
transrobotism: (teehee)

[personal profile] transrobotism 2024-06-03 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
That's right. They found I was pretty successful at it, because it was easier for me to recover from any incidents with the equipment than others...

[ ...there are gloves on her hands. ]

I might not know how to fabricate all the parts, but I can certainly tell you how they all fit together. We worked with spindles, too, but that's a little less complicated...
sapphirecontess: (002)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-03 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
What you fail to understand is that being a proper lady means listening to the menfolk talk for hours on end. They are often like preening peacocks, so you must listen attentively and stroke their egos while taking every scrap of useful information they might divulge. The choice of word is important, because you must speak in a way that makes them at ease. A comfortable man is one who will reveal his deepest secrets for a chance at your winsome smile.
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[personal profile] fish4science 2024-06-03 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I know what you mean. I can fight to, but there are other things I'm good at. And if they need me to fight...I can do that to. Are you much good at healing? I'm mostly good at getting people back into a fight.
hopeytouchything: (Princeton Offence - 022)

[personal profile] hopeytouchything 2024-06-03 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She listens, quietly, not touching her food yet. Useful information. It's good to know she's not special here. If she were grabbed, because of who she is, that'd be a little too much for her.

Not that the alternative is any better.

Tandy tucks herself out of the way so others can get their food. She waits for the next person to move on past with their meal. "You're saying they kidnap people and work them to death."

It wasn't a question, she wasn't surprised by this information. She was just pissed. And in that anger a pure white light started to just shine out from the palm of her left hand, illuminating her package of food in the process. "Yeah, I landed in the woods. Found my way here, and started looking around."

Stealing things in the process, hiding, all of that. But who's to blame her for her discretion.
lightnovelexperiences: (:doubt)

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-03 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Half of my skill at tearing monsters apart was learning how we’re put together - how to put us back together.

In my case, by physically manipulating what y’all would call Ether flow in the body with my hands. It’s a lot more efficient than throwing healing energy at people.

Which is most of the healing magic I’ve seen.
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[personal profile] fish4science 2024-06-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that's called 'anatomy' and I have some texts-sorry, did you say 'throwing healing energy at people?'

[ Angel puffs up defensibly, green eyes gleaming as she prepares for a lecture. Oh no, you have provoked a magical academic]

Firstly while some truly primitive users may operate on the blunt level of casting Ether about and letting it do whatever is in it's nature, any reasonably developed magic-worker is actively directing their spells. Secondly, I had to learn anatomy and first aid techniques too you know, don't make me prove it. Thirdly, you don't manipulate it with your hands, you're manipulating it with the ether in your body and your hand gestures are 'just' ways to manipulate it without altering the flows and fourthly, we do have alternatives to purely magical healing, which is half of what we're gathering these plants for!
transrobotism: (sedate)

[personal profile] transrobotism 2024-06-03 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes flick to the light, but she doesn't comment openly on it.

"It's lucky you did. Especially... if you feel strongly about that."
cutabout: (✃ slice of life)

[personal profile] cutabout 2024-06-03 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd like to think there would be some benefit to coaxing information out of noble ladies, too. Ahh, but alright...

Why don't you grab a chair, too? Then you can playact as one of those peacocky types. Like one who's sitting nice and close to me.
newmemorywhodis: (Neutral 03)

[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2024-06-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Link watches closely, then nods his understanding. Pick flower, put it in the book. Got it.

The next part, though, he's less clear on. So they squish the flower between the pages, but...then what? Why do they need something heavy? Do they need to make sure the flower is extra flat?

At least he can help with the heavy part. There's a large rock just to the side - one big enough that most people would struggle to shift it. But Link picks it up, easy as anything, and brings it over to Id with a question on the eyes. Should he put the rock on the notepad?
newmemorywhodis: (Fight 06)

[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2024-06-03 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a pity, really, that they're meeting in the middle of an oceanic battle. Maybe if they'd been able to meet another time, they could have bonded over fishing. Link could have shared some of his own favourite methods. Like killing fish with bombs, or constructing an electrified zonai raft that would shock all of the fish for him.

But no, instead Link's just being unceremoniously tossed into him. Maybe they'll talk fish later.

For now, Link scrambles to his feet. Quickly scans the fisherman to make sure he's okay. And then places himself in-between the fisherman and the tail, sword at the ready. A defensive position, clearly meant to protect the person behind him.

It's okay that the fisherman can't fight. Link will protect him.
hopeytouchything: (Stained Glass - 022)

[personal profile] hopeytouchything 2024-06-04 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
It takes her a few breaths to calm down, the light fading out. "Maybe."

Her history with gangs and monsters told her she can handle things pretty well. Just- not on her own, if she had Ty this would be another matter. Sure, she's never toppled an empire, but she'd never saved a city until she did.

"The-" she pauses, reaching for the word she's heard since getting here, "corsairs? They're the resistance, those who see all that and decide to break shit? That's why everyone is here?"
sapphirecontess: (022)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-04 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Noble ladies are advanced lessons, you're not ready for that yet.

[Musse obligingly pulls up a chair quite close to Übel and gives her a faint smile. When next she speaks, she adopts a husky voice that sounds absolutely ridiculous]

O fair maiden! After months on the battle front, I have finally returned to you! How blessed I am to see your luminous beauty once more!
lightnovelexperiences: (:yikes)

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-04 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Not just anatomy, wizard anatomy -

[and then the full force of the rant crashes over her and Deedee actually, physically holds up her hands as if to block the oncoming storm.]

If I assume I’m talking to a layman again save me from Sylphan’s gekkering, holy shit!

Okay, clearly I need a refresher on the basics, though I’m pretty sure the thing I do is more than the sum of healing magic and massage!
twinked_witch: (Hrm.)

[personal profile] twinked_witch 2024-06-04 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Pneuma being a key to magic on your world?

I've already noticed that magic takes a lot of different forms on different worlds.
lightnovelexperiences: (:snark)

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-04 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Not your first ride on our boy Truck-kun, huh?
twinked_witch: (Oh hey friendlytimes!)

[personal profile] twinked_witch 2024-06-04 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
... Um.

I don't. Think so?

Clarify 'truck' and 'kun'.

[Megaera's demonic powers actually give her a sense of the language, but her concept base is a bit different.]
hopeytouchything: (First Light - 006)

Fashion Row (seconds before disaster)

[personal profile] hopeytouchything 2024-06-04 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Tandy is still trying to work out which way is up in this world. The players, the games, the resources. And while her stolen borrowed jacket is good for covering her foreign clothes. It would be nice to fit in just a bit better.

Plus there is only so much one can learn from booze-soaked revelry.

Tandy still doesn't really trust anyone here, a handful of her reads have given her a positive sense. That these are the good guys, who want good things. But in equal measure this world seems cruel and with it cruelty found its way into some hopes.

"Gold," Tandy keeps the words short, still trying to blend in and not sound like a complete. It's a gamble if the word for the color gold has always been 'gold,' but it's also a safe suggestion for a woman who seems intent to stand out. Based on that dress anyway.

Tandy is also trying to casually set up bumping into the woman to put her hand on her skin, catch a vision of the woman's deepest hopes. Which is very safe and there is no way physical contact can go wrong.

((OOC: Feel free to catch her or let her eat crow here, as you want.))