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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.
Nanami Kento (OU) | Jujutsu Kaisen
[ It's hard work to try to undo the damage caused by the Empire, and as much experience as Nanami has had fighting threats and coordinating with allies to protect people in his own world, this is always a new experience. Even after spending time with the Corsairs himself, resistance efforts are a completely different struggle than anything he's faced before. He wasn't fighting an entire army to liberate captives and overthrow a system in Tokyo!
But he's finding ways to make things better, bit by bit. When the newly freed captives are brought to the mess hall, Nanami makes sure to make up plates to take to some of the more reserved and wary former servants, setting the food down in front of them when he sees someone hasn't retrieved a meal yet. As for explanations, he's not really that talkative, but he does eventually sit with the others to provide some company and guidance, and he can be found above deck in general, taking in the breeze and organizing some of the clean outfits to give to the others. ]
If you're going to ask if it gets easier: no, it doesn't.
ø THE VAULT ø
[ He's not necessarily there to teach. Nanami just likes the quiet and values the opportunity to learn himself. But when instructing others plays such an important part in keeping them all alive and ensuring the success of the next mission, he's willing to make an exception. He's more comfortable with weapons training, particularly melee combat, but subjects like reading the weather and the bit of language he's been picking up on are also possible lessons Nanami doesn't mind taking on practice partners for. It's easier to learn together than alone.
During breaks, he reads whatever is available. Anything he can get that he can piece together is acceptable, and some of it is actually relaxing.... he likes reading that much, yes. ]
Any talent is helpful? That's being too generous.
ø SEA SERPENT SLIDE ø
[ Of course the creature would choose this moment to try to sink the fleet. Even though he knows that sea serpents aren't sentient enough to actively plan their attacks, it does feel like this one in particular chose to get territorial right when Nanami was looking forward to a break.
As the chaos picks up, he sighs and gestures to the nearest other Corsair. ]
Can you fire a cannon?
[ ooc: Wildcard/random interactions also welcome. If you want to plot anything, you can PM or find me at
Liberation
[ this woman's clearly one of the recently liberated servants.
she steps closer to some of the folded clothes, giving them an evaluating look... whatever it is she's looking for, she doesn't seem to find it. ]
Pardon me. But do you have anything here that could cover my neck?
[ there's bandages wrapped around it right now, he may note ]
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If only he could be gentler about his conversations. He stands still, letting her assess him for whatever it is she's trying to find, and when she seems to reach her conclusion, he gestures to an open spot nearby at a table. ]
As long as you don't mind basic first aid. I'm not a doctor.
[ But he can at least do a little bit. It's not artful, but it is functional. ]
How are you feeling?
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Ah, but this... it's... not an open wound. Just an unsightly scar! I used to have a piece of equipment I would always wear on my neck that hid it, but it was taken away some time ago.
SEASERPENTz
[Donnie perches at the edge of a nearby structure, the whole thing listing just slightly for the weight of the sea serpent. The turtlekin lad is a familiar sight at the Vault for those who've seen him, so hopefully his words don't come off as a baseless boast. He definitely knows his way around weaponry.
He looks off in the direction of the nuisance, mouth pulling into a thoughtful frown as he makes an assessment of the situation, scanning the adjoining areas for the nearest mounted artillery.]
The problem's going to be getting to it.
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We'll have to go over.
[ What he's suggesting by "over" is actually getting to the edge of another deck entirely by vaulting over the coil of the serpent's body that has managed to loop up between them. The reach might not be too far, but it's also within range of the creature's head. ]
Do you think you can run with me?
[ That's... a direct path anyway? ]
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He gives the man nod, dropping down to get ready.]
I'll follow your lead.
The Valt
[The guy sitting at the next table over piped up. He had an obscure tome on curses and spirits open in front of him, and looked to be half asleep where he sat.]
They want to feel useful so they don't feel despair, but I don't think cake decoration is going to reveal the Empire's hidden flaw.
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[ He had been browsing the various books and listening quietly during a variety of lectures and practice sessions, picking up bits here and there of what people wanted to pass on. It was always a strange mix, but some days were stranger than others. ]
What have you been learning?
[ Hey, maybe cake decorating would be important somehow. They would have to figure out how, but the more he knows about the other members of the resistance, the better. ]
no subject
[He shrugged, then turned back to his own books.]
Nothing encouraging. I heard they had a lot of books here you can't find in the Empire, but my hopes weren't high to begin with.
sea serpent slide
I haven't actually done it before, but I know how to. I've seen it enough times.
[ What could possibly go wrong? ]
no subject
Have you been in combat before?
[ Don't make him put you in the safety corner! ]
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[ So, you know. Just ducking behind stuff, watching and attempting to learn from it, instead of getting the hell out of dodge. Not so much with the actual fighting part, though. ]
Vault
She's half flopped over the table right across from him, idly kicking her heels, with the book barely propped up at the end of outstretched arms. It might as well be upside down. Übel lets it drop, then peers up at him. ]
Oh, really? I think you never know what might come in handy. You don't have to be so stuffy.
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Unfortunately, "alone" is relative when Übel is kicking her feet and looking completely bored nearby. He frowns over the top of his book, giving her a mildly stern look. ]
You think lessons on fashion and identifying wine sources are going to be useful for overthrowing an empire?
[ He doesn't hide his doubt. ]
It's not like those are practical skills.
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She straightens her posture a bit, then holds up a finger. ]
Think outside the box, Nanamean. You know, earlier today I was learning how to act like a proper noble lady. Say if I have to infiltrate a fancy party or something? I'd stick out if I wore something that wasn't in fashion.
As for the wine...
[ She trails off, glancing up for a second or two. ]
Having nicer drinks would raise morale! Right? That watered-down rum is pretty nasty.
The Vault
And he was curious, perhaps, or nostalgic. He's only been in this...world? ...place...? not afterlife, apparently....? ...or...? who even knows....? in the short time, so far, after all, and had no idea that anybody worth anything was here, too. Hmmm. So he goes there. Just to greet a fellow- right?]
Writers are usually generous, Nanami, at least from what I've seen in any written texts.
[oh, right, greetings. Greetings. Manners, right? Especially since it's been a while. It's been awhile, now, hasn't it? Hmm] Hello. Neat glasses. They suit you.
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But fate apparently has a bad sense of humor. Nanami can't completely mask his surprise when he notices Geto approach him, although he does manage to keep most of the shock out of his expression as he takes in the Curse User's appearance over his book. He might even be able to pass off the pause before he's able to gather an answer together as his usual tired apathy. Maybe the other man won't notice. ]
Geto-san. Aren't you being too generous? Not every skill is a useful one. Especially for an important mission.
[ Geto would definitely know about that. Probably more than Nanami himself. The comment on his eyewear does get a slight frown. ]
It's what was available.
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I'm not criticising your glasses. I only tried one glasses on, ages ago, as a prank, once on twice, couldn't see literally anything in them, so I'm really no expert.