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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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fray: (mull)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Id observes as the weapon's tested out. It doesn't seem to be prohibitively heavy, which is essential for mobility and having some control over momentum.

He's pretty cognizant of that last one, considering his own preference for overlarge swords. ]


Should last you more than one swing.

[ The construction had felt solid, not that the mop's any competition for something meant for combat. ]

Have you been in battle much before?

[ The boy'd been brave enough to attack, and had he been holding a real weapon, chances are he'd have done some damage. It's still worth asking, as age isn't really a determining factor. Id knows firsthand how that is. ]
fray: (mull)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Don't know how long it'll take, but that gate of theirs can't be left alone.

[ Grudges are fair. What's more, they're fuel.

In Id's case, he doesn't want anyone from home to go through what he has...assuming he's the first. ]


That counts, right?
poormeowmeow: (011)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, sure. I just want to make 'em bleed.

[ She is not driven by quite as much high-minded virtue. She just wants revenge. ]

They can't slap me in chains and get away with it.
fray: (Default)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sparing him from a full tankard isn't so bad, but Id keeps that thought to himself. Ideally, they'll all make it home. He wouldn't say his first choice is remaining here, when he'd only just begun to make up for all he'd done back home.

If it comes down to it though, he'll see the threat of the gate eliminated even if it does strand him here. It's one form of atonement, and hadn't Rolan done essentially the same to save him and Gran? They'd gotten him out, before all this.

Id can't say what the future holds, only that he has a goal. ]


We're all stuck for now.

[ It's not a pretty fact, but it's true all the same. ]

But I'll remember.
fray: (down)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ If someone called it that to his face, he'd be surprised. He just wants to be a protector and always has.

It's only recently that he'd truly begun to do just that. ]


And they shouldn't, with all they've done.

[ Consequences will find them, and maybe they're consequences. ]
fuckthatdragon: (Despair)

1/2

[personal profile] fuckthatdragon 2024-06-10 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
A KNOW-IT-ALL PRISSY CRYBABY???

She wants to object but...there's a root of truth in it, which makes it sting all the more.
fuckthatdragon: (^_^)

2/2

[personal profile] fuckthatdragon 2024-06-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm...I'm glad you think I'm dependable. Or that she's dependable, at least. Maybe we can be friends too. Izutsumi, was it?"
poormeowmeow: (013)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
I figure if I wanna get home, these corsairs are my best bet.

[ Sigh. ]

So I guess I'll be stickin' around anyway.
poormeowmeow: (013)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Izutsumi is quiet for a moment. It's hard to say what she wants to think. This is Marcille - almost the same Marcille as far as she's concerned - and yet...

She doesn't like it. Not one bit. She frowns and glances at the floor.

"...yeah. I think I want that. You're still Marcille."
freearcadia: (now what is that)

[personal profile] freearcadia 2024-06-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
He just makes a quiet sound at her explanation, though that sound quickly turned into an amused snort at the dress code crack. "Least nobody is bickering whose underthings those belong to," at least not yet.

"Phantom Harlock," he counters her introduction with his own. "In ways this is rather like my own ship, but," He pauses, weighing his words carefully before deciding not to elaborate, shifting the subject. "This may seem to be an odd question for you, but what year is it where you came from?"
fray: (mull)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's practical. They've got resources, numbers...

[ They're not trying to enslave them, either.

All that's better than what they can expect otherwise. ]
poormeowmeow: (006)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
If they'll keep feedin' me I'll stick around, I guess.

[ She does need food. ]

No better options.
fray: (mull)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Never heard of any, myself.

[ Anywhere else, enslavement's likely what they're bound for. ]

So it's no contest.
poormeowmeow: (011)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
This whole thing is dumb. I'm not even supposed to be here.

[ GRUMBLE. ]
diamondblades: (013)

[personal profile] diamondblades 2024-06-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You have my condolences. I can only imagine how terrible it was for you." Her words are simple but kind. "I hope that in freedom, you can find the peace the Empire surely denied you."
fray: (down)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
No one like us is.

[ As activity seems to be winding down in the dining hall, or at least quieting, he decides at last to claim a roll. ]
sapphirecontess: (013)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Musse laughs a bit]

I've been known to give the stars a nudge when they need it either way.
sapphirecontess: (012)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-10 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
As if I'd squirm under the hands of a cute girl~

[Her tone is flippant, but there is a bit of an edge, as if her words are actually saying "just who the hell do you think I am?"]
poormeowmeow: (011)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Well, they wanted us to be here... mostly so they could use us.

[ Mutter. She stuffs another bit of food in her mouth. ]
fray: (say)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Id chews thoughtfully. The food isn't quite cold yet, and even as be notes that, a woman sweeps by and settles another basket on the table.

Supplies don't seem to be a problem after all. ]


Think we're getting used one way or the other, but we have more choices here.
poormeowmeow: (004)

[personal profile] poormeowmeow 2024-06-10 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
...guess so.

[ She never thought about it that way. ]

No one is beating me here, though.
fray: (glad)

[personal profile] fray 2024-06-10 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Good to hear it.

[ There's a twitch of his lips, and something like the suggestion of a smile.

He's...not confident with that sort of thing. ]
2mao: (Troubled thoughts)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-10 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Maomao isn't used to frank compliments on her appearance. Still, she judges these things on an odd criteria - sure, this man - Sirius? - might be objectively not bad looking, but what mattered more were the tone of the words, how practiced or rehearsed they might be, or how genuine. They seemed off the cuff, so to speak, so she chose not to take offense at them, even if the timing was awkward.

Rather, she ignored it and moved onto the rest of the conversation. It was clear he was trying to move on from the comment as well, and she had no desire to linger on it.

"Maomao. I'm the local apothecary, which is why I was visiting. I'm lucky my noble patron allows me to continue working as such in between my duties for her." It was a bit of a stab to see how he felt about nobles, given his apparent situation. She even gives a dramatic sigh, as if to say: Man, those nobles, huh?

She continues on. "I don't know if I'd make a very good friend, but it's the least I can offer to the man who stood up for me."
newmemorywhodis: (Irritated 05)

[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2024-06-10 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
An irritated huff. He's going to have to do everything himself, isn't it?

So with an intense glare at the aggressor - one that clearly says 'Don't move' - he moves to offer a hand to the fallen Corsair. Which, of course, is the exact moment the aggressor decides to try and swing a wild, drunken punch at Link.

So now Link is ducking underneath the swing, rolling deftly to one side as he faces off his attacker.
newmemorywhodis: (Happy 15)

[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2024-06-10 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Link hums softly. He hadn't thought of cooking as a way to repay people; but he can see how it could work like that. People often gave Link food after he helped people.

But there was, in his mind, a much more important reason to learn.

"It's fun," he adds.