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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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fuckthatdragon: (WAUGH!?)

!!_AT SEA_!!

[personal profile] fuckthatdragon 2024-06-02 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Marcille screamed in terror, which it turns out is not a great idea when you're underwater. When they they surfaced, she immediately broke down into a coughing fit before she could say or do anything.

Her mind was full of visions of the sea serpent crashing down on them and driving them back underwater, or of just eating them both in one bite, but she couldn't get enough of a breath in to do anything yet.

Maybe give her a moment.

Or don't. Time is short right now.]
achelord: (Work through the pain)

IV

[personal profile] achelord 2024-06-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ziel stood level with Stone, floating steadily on a ring of slowly rotating green runes, holding a massive two handed warhammer as he judged distances between himself and the serpent. He couldn't REALLY fly like Stone could. If he missed, he was going straight into the ocean and probably losing his hammer, which held sentimental value to him.

Once, he would have been able to take a nap while maintaining the oath sign holding him up, but now it was taking all his concentration to stand here, and even doing that much felt like barbed wire being dragged through his veins. So he was on a time limit.

"...If I miss this, you can fish me out, right?"
sapphirecontess: (002)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Then the meal is well deserved, no? To fight in your state is quite impressive.
2mao: (bow)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-02 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's amazing how fast a man will change the tune he sings when somebody gives you a point to the back. He sputters, then stammers out something sort of resembling an apology before he's tailing it out of the scene entirely.

Maomao watches with a complicated expression somewhere between gratitude, amusement, and suspicion. Said expression is carefully schooled before turning to her savior and offering a polite bow. ]


Thank you for your assistance. [ She pauses a moment, truly taking in the man's appearance. ] Although you'll find that most wait to dress in costume until they've paid for the appropriate services and found some privacy.
achelord: Now look at me (I used to BE someone)

[personal profile] achelord 2024-06-02 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hah. Once, I could have cleaned that whole prison out by myself.

Now...

[Ziel trailed off. Now, he could barely lift his own weapon without tearing himself apart from the inside. Rather than say that, he started eating the soup. He barely tasted it, but it was hot and hot food usually helped no matter what your situation was.]
creativiti: (momo149)

[personal profile] creativiti 2024-06-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I quite agree—" Momo begins, but her voice trails off as she looks at Musse. The way she's moving her eyebrows verges on the...unwholesome.

Coughing to clear her throat as a cover, she carries on regardless. "...apologies, that the library is a good place to start. I think it represents the best of the Crimson Corsairs and our mission. Yes, let's...start with the library." After only a slight hesitation, she starts to turn around to lead the way, but suddenly swings back.

"Oh, and you can just call me Momo." She adds. "We're all comrades in arms here, after all. Now then, this way, please."

"If you have anything in particular you're interested in reading, I'm sure I can help you find it. Anyone?" She asks as they walk, unwittingly into the path of the landmine that is Musse Egret.
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sapphirecontess: (046)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Are you injured?

[She seemed rather curious - a man who could face down an entire prison camp would be an enormous asset to the Crimson Corsairs]
2mao: (and that's when i said hey)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
An extra basket? I only have so many hands, you know.

[ She's relieved this lady won't say anything about the mushrooms - they're going to be so good for experimenting with later.

She quickly shuffles away from the scene of the crime before certain things are reconsidered. ]


You look like you're having some trouble, though.
sapphirecontess: (039)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Tell me more about this one!"

And right in her hands was a book with a fully colored illustration of two women in flowing white dresses that left VERY little to the imagination embracing each other passionately. Your move, Momo.
creativiti: (momo8)

[personal profile] creativiti 2024-06-02 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I, ah, thought visual confirmation would make it easier..." Though she can't really deny Marcille's accusation that she should have at least triple-checked her notes before they left. Overconfidence strikes again.

She closes her journal in mild frustration and crouches down next to Marcille. "Maroon? I don't remember...I don't remember seeing maroon in the texts I copied..." Of course, maroon is a shade of red.

"...Maybe we should just take a few of both and sort it out on the way back." She suggests, though she cringes at the thought that at least some of their haul will be useless, if not actively detrimental. Surely that's not going to make a good impression.

"Just to be safe though, we'd better be careful about handling them both." Reaching up, she unzips her coat; underneath, her top is short, leaving most of her abdomen exposed. She concentrates for a moment, focusing her mind on a particular item, and the materials she envisions them made of. As she concentrates, her stomach begins to glow brightly as the objects take shape, emerging from her body, and falling into her waiting hands; a pair of brown waterproofed leather work gloves, specially fitted for her hands.

"Here, let me see your hands, please?" Momo asks, turning to Marcile as she slips her own pair on. "I need to make sure I get the size right." At the very least, this will make sure neither of them suffer any undue hallucinations. The mission has gone swimmingly so far, after all...
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2mao: (and that's why you're a ho)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-02 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Half points," Maomao responds. "Rapid absorption by itself would certainly keep it from being effective at a certain point, but if it's the only reason, acting quickly is better than not doing anything."

She continues with the class. "Simply put, vomiting is a useful tool for an ingested poison. But there are some cases where it can make the poisoning worse." She paces a little bit, looking over in Angelika's direction. "Namely, if the poison is also caustic, then it damaged the throat going down, and it will do more damage coming back up. Secondly, if the poison aerosolizes, then trying to make it come up can make it enter the lungs instead, which is far more dangerous in most cases. And lastly, certain poisons will enter the body quicker during the act of vomiting, being absorbed into the stomach lining when being pressed in upon."

She really wanted to experience what that was like, to be honest. But she hadn't come across anything like that which wouldn't also kill her. Which was a shame. Maybe if she procured it in great quantity, she could slowly work up her resistance until she could try it for real?

Sorry, she's spacing out for a moment after all that.
nevercravetherose: (008)

[personal profile] nevercravetherose 2024-06-02 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't have to tell me twice-"

She's trying to act cool, keep herself composed. And she mostly succeeds up until she sees the stranger taking a sea-monster attack and not even flinching from it. Even as Shionne herself winces from the impact.

"Okay, if you want to throw that thing, now would be a great time!"

She tries to keep her voice equally measured, but it's a bit of a strain; it still squeaks as she finishes shouting. Mostly because Shionne also needs to focus on making her shots count, firing into the tentacle to try weakening it further.
2mao: (ahueh :u)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-02 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, who let this kid in here? Well, she supposed she wasn't really much younger when she start mixing up poisons, so she couldn't judge.

"Yes, ingested. I doubt vomiting would help if it was inhaled, contact poison, or introduced into the bloodstream directly."

She hoped this kid would pay attention. Learn something. Not that she wanted to make another poison expert, but he sounded unperturbed enough that he might have the mindset for it.
nevercravetherose: (003)

[personal profile] nevercravetherose 2024-06-02 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah...

.......Thanks."

Someone clearly wasn't expecting a sincere compliment, and isn't entirely sure what to make of it.

"Guess that would be a good color to try out.

And... Well. Would look pretty good on you too, with a neckerchief splash or the like."

There. Balance and conversation recovered.
2mao: (Glaring over sleeve)

[personal profile] 2mao 2024-06-02 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
If there's one thing Maomao has learned under Musse, it's that the two of them have very different definitions of lucky. Though Maomao will agree that her contract being bought out by Musse was lucky in comparison to the alternatives, even that still brought money to the ones who'd kidnapped her.

Still. Maomao recognizes that tone. It means that Maomao's luck was running out.

"Do I get to act as taste tester at a fancy event?" Maomao opens with a job she would feel lucky to have. She's gotten to taste so many poisons since taking up this job, after all.
creativiti: (momo128)

[personal profile] creativiti 2024-06-02 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course, this is—" Momo's eyes bug out. Unwholesome indeed, though she can't deny there is something...very striking about the women on the cover. "Uh, this is..." She struggles to maintain her composure, but her face is visibly reddening.

She's still staring at the cover.

"Y-Yes, we do have a variety of different genres in addition t-to our research and educational material." She manages finally, pulling her gaze away. "I-Including romance. We believe it's important people remember that many forms of romance and attraction exist outside the Empire's incredibly narrow view of what is socially acceptable. As I said, we don't ban or censor any of our material. Knowledge should be free to all, and that includes that life, and people, are more than the Empire says they are or should be." The more she talks, the more she recovers, though her face is still dusted pink by the time she's done talking. "Does that answer your question, Musse?"

Momo also hasn't moved to give the book back to her either.
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lightnovelexperiences: (:peeved)

[personal profile] lightnovelexperiences 2024-06-02 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
“Less a question more of a warning!” she says, and laughs.

Her pneumatic blast lands like a cannonball, crushing scales in just the right place for Ziel’s hammer to drive through. Their combined efforts are rewarded with a spray of ichor, a bestial screech of dismay - and a slackening of tension as the monster loses its grip.

Deedee flips into a dive kick, smashing her foot against the beast, trying to speed up its release of the boat. It’s not out yet, though, and ripples outward - attempting to crack against the two practitioners like a bullwhip.

(Deedee’s aura, should Ziel perceive it, does not “burn” as ”hot” as his did at its peak. But it burns bright and pure, and isn’t done growing.)
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nevercravetherose: (009)

[personal profile] nevercravetherose 2024-06-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I can work with that arrangement. And if we're not dealing with a fight... Then I can handle the wounded."

Case in point, she lets the rifle fall to her side and turns towards wherever the arrivals are being lined up.

"Always had a talent for healing spells, and I've got energy to spare right now."

She wouldn't admit it, but this entire ordeal is giving her just a little bit of an adrenaline spike. She could probably mend a squadron and still feel ready to run laps around the ship. Might as well put that to good use.

Case in point, she's already got a slight glow in her eyes and her hands, to ready a bit of mending magic. She glances over the outfit and notes the ether crystals present.

"...Looks like I'm not the only one with some arcane talents."
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achelord: (Default)

[personal profile] achelord 2024-06-02 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Sigh.]

Not in a way any healers I've met can fix.
achelord: (Did someone say Stormcallers?)

[personal profile] achelord 2024-06-02 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
With a gesture, Ziel forged a trio of oathsigns in the air, forming an impromptu barrier that stopped the sea serpent from getting further onto the ship.

They only lasted for a few seconds before shattering under the beast's massive weight, but it bought Ziel the time he needed to forge more rings of green glowing runes around the head of his hammer.

The first blow had been enough to stop it from crushing Deedee. The second blow, combined with her own attack, had wounded the beast. The third blow struck three times faster and harder and actually lifted the coil of serpent up into the air for a moment, leaving it easy pickings for Deedee's finisher.

Hopefully, she was preparing some kind of finisher, Ziel thought. He didn't think he could manage a fourth blow right now. After all that, he could barely stand anymore.
sapphirecontess: (030)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you enjoy fashion like this?" Musse asked curiously. "It's quite striking and bold, it makes a statement for sure."
sapphirecontess: (013)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe later," Musse said with a refined giggle. "We have some guests coming to visit. Very important officials. I need to make sure their meals make them feel very comfortable."

The last statement was delivered with very sharp eyes and an uncharacteristic edge. Musse was not playing today.
sapphirecontess: (023)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"So would you say this is of a similar genre?" Musse asked innocently, holding up another book with two shirtless men locked in a passionate embrace.
sapphirecontess: (029)

[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2024-06-02 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
A serious malady indeed. Well, I suppose if nothing else we can ensure proper care, that you might regain even a little of the strength you once had.
creativiti: (momo104)

[personal profile] creativiti 2024-06-02 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Momo keeps her hand on Fuyumura's back as she catches her breath. "It's not a problem. Are you hurt at all? Do you need the infirmary?" Hopefully it's not more than some bruising, but...that is a lot of books that fell on Fuyumura.

She kneels down and starts trying to organize the books into piles to be put back together. "Sounds like they weren't put away properly. Someone probably got distracted, wasn't paying enough attention." She figures. "I'll have to mention that to the staff. What book of fairy tales were you looking for?"

She doesn't have to ask why; Momo's known Fuyumura long enough to become aware of her obsession.