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Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for

escordvi! Anyone can participate in the test drive, regardless of invite eligibility. Just keep in mind that only those who have received invitations from the mods can actually reserve on August 25th and apply on September 1st. Our Interest Check can be found here.

For your toplevel, please include the following: Character Name | Canon | Armada Choice. If undecided, put "Undecided" for the Armada.

For everyone's convenience, TDM threads can be carried over in game if you wish! If you are still unsure which armada to place your character, you can play it a bit loose and vague in the TDM and make retroactive changes if you carryover the threads. We'll have more armada focused prompts in the opening log in September. The log itself is set to cover the next two weeks, until the end of the month. Characters will appear at random intervals during this time rather than all at once, so players have some more flexibility on how much more adjusted they are for someone else.

IMPORTANT REMINDER FOR MAGIC USERS!! All magic abilities will be "sealed" until characters get their tattoo from the Inkwave parlor in Eltrut. That means no magic on the starter ships before docking.

We do require TDM threads for samples for our application!

If you have any question about the TDM, comment here. If you have questions about the game in general, please comment to the Game Info.

TOPLEVEL DIRECTORY (Updated August 28)

STARTER SHIPS: ORIENTATION

There are two ships that serve as starting ships for each armada: Stormbringer for the Corsairs, and Royal Fortune for the Paladins. There are various ways new arrivals—or riftfarers as they will be called, among other creative names—will appear on or by these ships.

🚪 Random room. It could be empty, filled with crates or supplies; down in the hull where the livestock are kept; have the luck to awaken in a bed...or the misfortune of that bed already occupied; somewhere in the kitchens; in the bathroom—any room! Now let's hope the doors can open or someone may have to try and ask for help. Or jump through the porthole if there is one and it's above water.
⛵ On deck. If not in the ship itself, another possible spot to wake up to is somewhere on the maindeck. If they're lucky, they're on the deck itself. More unfortunate souls may find themselves caught in the sails or netting, the crow's nest, or on the top of the masts. Someone should be able to help, right? Or catch.
🌊 In the water. The most unlucky sods will find themselves appearing in mid-air just past the ship and plummeting straight into the water. Good news, there's always someone on the look out for such a thing and calls for help to throw a lifesaver get the rowboat will be made. Are there sharks? Well... ...Are there?

However the new riftfarers arrive, they will be poorly clothed, practically rags or loose uniforms depending on the ship. Fortunately, veteran crewmates will guide them, escorting them to a room with a strange typewriter in it. After typing their name, the typewriter will magically continue and type by itself at a fast pace until it dings and rolls out the paper. This paper will have the following information:

• Name and Shellphone ID (journalname)
• Armada (Corsair or Paladin, will match the starter ship)
• Cabin Number for their personal cabin on the starter ship
• Apartment Address for their personal address at their base armada location
• A basic map of the starting locations in Eltrut, including written directions (continued in the Eltrut section)
• A basic map of where they can find a chest with their original clothes and belongings (this will be different for every person and will be anywhere either on the starter ship or on Eltrut—players can be creative here).

After that, the crewmate will do their best to explain the basics of how they got here, what's going on, and what they'll need to do to live in Escordvi while they are here, giving them a small leather pouch with money. They will be reaching Eltrut soon, so the crewmate will suggest they look around, meet the others who have arrived. Even from their distance, they will be able to see the giant sea turtle that serves as Eltrut's leviathan.

ELTRUT: FIRST GLIMPSE

After reaching the port of Eltrut, several birdfolk will appear and happily greet all the new arrivals from both starter ships. Here it doesn't matter which side they are affiliated with, as long as they keep those swords and weapons sheathed and not pointed at each other's throats. The birdfolk will even act as guides, showing them the main places they should visit and give them a visitor's map to help guide them.

🐚 Microshell. The first stop that is encouraged will be Microshell, the main store to acquire their own personal Shellphone. The paper they received on their starter ship will have their ID and the staff at the store will set them up, explaining how the device and the network works.
✒️ Inkwave, Tattoo Parlor. The next stop is Inkwave, a tattoo parlor run by a very burly but friendly octopus, Knistej. Here everyone receives their own unique magic tattoo, allowing anyone to cast specific single element spells and other magic. Note: tattoos are required before anyone will be able to use their original magical abilities.
📜 MANTA office. The final stop is the MANTA office, where all the request, mission, and task notices are posted. Each armada has their own branch office for armada specific notices as well. A great place to find jobs to earn some cash so they don't stay a hobo forever.

It's a lot to take in for sure, with the port city bustling with all walks of life. Not only do they have both armadas mingling with each other, there are different races and species from all over Escordvi gathered here. It's not just humans, which many riftfarers always seem to be surprised about. There are also plenty of veteran riftfarers who will gladly give some advice and even share stories of their world. Maybe some are familiar.

After finding their belongings, exploring the town, and meeting other people, being able to just sit back and enjoy a drink and warm meal will be in order. While there are plenty of places to choose from, the Minstrel and Cask will be the top recommended tavern for all newcomers to visit at least once. Great drinks, great food, and can learn a lot from the patrons or meet more people.

Of course, as expected of a highly popular tavern, it's not always peaceful. A man will ask travelers what they want to do with their life. Clearly drunk, he only accepts answers that hint at wanting to find riches. If told this he will give out a treasure map. But if told anything else, he'll put up a fight, hoping to deliver a black eye. Those who do receive the map will be sorely disappointed—it will lead them down a long, winding, circuitous path around town and end at a random outhouse, likely occupied and certainly stinking to high heavens. There's likely some kind of moral here, but at some point, others who have been duped will return to the tavern to sling their fists around.

Looks like another tavern brawl for the night.

QUESTS

For those who want to try their hand at some quests, there are a few that would do well for newcomers. Teaming up is of course encouraged, no matter what the affiliation. You can assume they acquired some kind of ship for the quests out at sea, either the starter ship or some other ship heading out there.

Spicy Squid Eating Challenge

Eltrut Port

There is a traveling food ship (think food truck but on the water) that has been going around challenging ships to their extraordinary Hornswaggle's Spicy Squid Eating Challenge. If participants can scarf down a prepared three-pound bowl of exceptionally spicy ghost pepper squid and rice, they will win their meal for free as well as a crate of dried spicy squid for their ship's stores. If participants fail, they will have to pay for the meal and the crate.

...Careful, are some of the squid tentacles still moving?

Coral Reef Snacks

Eltrut

Rumour has it that certain types of coral reefs contain unique properties that can make you more alluring to the one you desire, but no one is sure what the side effects are. Test this out by trying to crunch into chunks of coral reef pieces to see if there are any added effects on your body. Hopefully, they don't ruin your teeth in the meantime.

Oh, and you have to find the correct coral reef too! Red chunks seem to make you more affectionate towards others, while blue chunks seem to make you more volatile towards others. Eaters, beware!

Giant Sea Slugs

Starter Ships

Giant sea slugs tend to only attack ships if they feel threatened but are otherwise peaceful creatures. They're about the size of a large wild cat. They also secrete a slime that contains strong disinfectant properties. This thick slime is highly sought after for its ability to heal wounds cleanly, so kill them and collect as much slime as possible.

Killer Sharkgulls

Eltrut port and ships

Seagulls can be a pain to most ships. Yet, seagulls that have evolved to be violently carnivorous can be even worse. These new birds, effectively named sharkgulls, have been seen attacking ships and ports alike. They are big enough to eat small children in one gulp or will do their best to eat full-grown humans after they've ripped them to bite-sized shreds. Beware and kill them before they can kill you!

Siren's Serenade

Out at Sea

A merchant's ship has crashed upon an outcropping of rocks after being lured in by a group of rogue sirens. These captivating creatures possess the power to ensnare their prey with their enchanting voices, luring unsuspecting souls into the depths to meet the grim fate of drowning.

Search for the missing ship and help rescue the captive sailors before it's too late! You will be supplied with special earplugs to muffle out the siren's voices so be careful to keep your ears effectively plugged. You don't want to succumb to the siren's bloodlust yourself.

Any sailors or rescuers affected by the siren's song can be treated with a harpy's potion that can reverse the song's effect. Or tie up the afflicted for twenty-four hours to wait out the effects.

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They've certainly grabbed a number of us.

[ Without rhyme or reason, it seems. Just like the Mindflayers. And there's an artifcat because of course there is. The whole thing was steeped in so much irony, he'd laugh if he weren't up to his ankles in sand. It is itchy! He doesn't like it at all.

But his shovel hits the satisfying and familiar sound of a chest. There we go. ]

This might be something. Would you mind giving me a hand, or is your only contribution colorful commentary?

Likewise.

[ Formalities now taken care of, he watches Reaper take an orange and wonders if that's for eating or throwing but he doesn't bother to ask. He searches around a bit and finds some stray rope, which he does pocket. Some rope was better than no rope, and he knew his way around knots. ]

It appears we're cut from the same cloth.

[ stealth, sneaking around, knifing people in a sneak attack. All good tactics in his book. Far better than having to get wound up in some huge fight. ]

[Oh it was always nothing short of a spectacle. One that he was uniquely privileged to enjoy. Most male drow in Menzoberranzan could only dream of getting away with half the shit Jarlaxle did, and that was just by way out an outfit. Thus the pleasure of wearing it all was just all the sweeter, a glaring, multicolored beacon of chaotic freedom that only the truly stupid or insane would try to snuff out. And it was just so nice to bring all this up and not get a certain level of disinterest in return from his audience. Not that he felt any level of shame in annoying his typical companion with talks of fashion and its dire importance, just like he felt no shame in holding them both up every morning as he spent a full hour making sure he was pretty enough to leave the inn room.

But it was still so nice to find a kindred soul.]

Thank you, you've no idea how lovely it is to find someone who agrees with me. It truly was a sight to behold.

[His voice dipped slightly as he fussed with his drink.]

Now, who's to say you can't? I have no reason to believe they've been simply wiped out from existence after all, unless you've heard something different. I, for one, am an optimistic sort.

And as fine as it would be to see you in less, I would be just as pleased to see what you deem worthy enough to grace you. Something fine enough to fill a kings ransom, I could only imagine. I'm personally of a mind to right a few egregious wrongs here, you're simply not whole without your whole attire.

[Mid is not the only one who has been utterly fascinated by the device. Something so compact and powerful enough to send communication to others with just a few taps of his fingers!? Using a stolas was already novel, but this beats having to use ink and paper any day. And Cid personally wanted to take one apart so he could study the inside— But he had to find one first...

In any case, he's heading back over to the store, see if they have any they wouldn't mind letting him borrow. Unfortunately he's looking down at his screen, still exploring the various "apps" and whatnot, so he's not paying attention when he bumps into someone.]

Ach, sorry lass, wasn't paying attention to...

[But his voice will fade when he actually looks to see who he bumped into, his eyes widening at the face he sees before him.

A face who has clearly grown in five years.

For an adult, it's barely noticeable. But for a teenager, it's like night and day and he could barely stop her name from escaping him.]

...Mid?

So what do you propose? We team up with nothing but our good looks to follow the trail to our clothing? Talk our way out of it when we meet a goblin trying to make off with my shiny knives?

[ Though, if anyone could talk a goblin out of a fight, it was starting to seem like the two of them could do it. Besides, nothing is impossible on a nat20!

It occurs to him that he must be quite hungry. The compliments make him feel...well, a certain way. Hearing Jarlaxle use the word grace, as if his body were deserving of nothing else. As if his body were deserving.

Astarion looks down at the untouched glass of brady and plays with it for a moment, trying to center his thoughts. He's supposed to be getting information. But between the two of them it seems like they have little to give beyond idle flirting.

Of course, yes, that's all it is. Jarlaxle is probably just doing the same thing to him--flirting to get to information. The words are window dressing. They're meaningless.

He needs to focus. ]

They did give me a map earlier.

[ he pulls it out. No, this is not the outhouse map (thank god), it's a map from orientation. It marks a large general area on the beach. ]

Allegedly, if they are to be believed, my effects might be somewhere around here. But that's assuming it isn't actually just an ambush, or that someone else hasn't gotten there first. I'd be a poor fool to simply walk to my death after having survived the ship.

I. Disorientation

[ Cal wakes up with a gasp, lucky enough to have woken up on the deck, judging by how bright it is. No, scratch that. He's not on the deck. He's in the crow's nest, and the deck is way beneath him, and the wave of vertigo that hits him is so foreign he almost passes out before reaching back and holding tight to the mast.

Oh, this is bad. Very bad. Everything feels wrong and nothing makes sense and he looks about as green as the Kasshyyyk skyline. He closes his eyes and tries his best to breathe. Relax. Focus. There is only the Force.

There sure isn't! Cal can't feel a single tug or ebb or midichlorian in the air around him, and his own body feels wrong just breathing in air without the distant pull of that ever-present power. Is this what Bode feels all the time? Where is he? Where's BD-1? ]

Deep breaths. Focus... [ He'll have time to panic later. This is where he would close his eyes and release his emotions, his fears, to the Force. But there's no Force! With a desperate chuckle, he releases the mast and looms over the edge. ] It's just a... totally lethal drop to get down from here. It's fine.

[ Oh, it's so not fine. But at least this ship doesn't look Imperial... or space-faring, for that matter. ]

Hello? Anyone down there?

II. Did someone say treasure?

[ Yeah, okay. The fact that he needed another tattoo to get his Force-sensitivity back was really bizarre, but Cal isn't going to look the bantha in the mouth. Usually when you land on a strange unknown planet, you have to play by the rules. He's just glad he'd shown up with his lightsaber intact. Clothes are easy enough to replace, but he really doubts he'll find a replacement for his kyber crystal here if anything were to happen.

It's weird being on a planet he doesn't recognize, especially without BD, but surviving is something he's good at. He just has to make himself comfortable with the locals until someone to finds him. Friend or foe -- he's stranded in the meantime. Which is why he humors the drunk at the bar and ends up wandering outside in the dark, a treasure map in hand. He's a sucker for treasure, what can you do? ]

You sure this is the right way?

[ He turns back around, and wouldn't you know it, the loud drunk has gone on ahead without him. That's what he gets for trying to squint at a map using only moonlight. ]

Hey, wait up! Hey!

III. Rumor: Giant Sea Slugs

[ Cal had planned on helping out. Should be an easy job, they said! Harvesting slugs for medicine wasn't exactly glamorous, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done either.

That was before he actually saw the slugs, though. Now he's holding up his lightsaber, his blade buzzing low and glowing magenta, as he stares into one of these things' beady little eyes. They're almost... cute. ]

Skoova would kill me. I can't do this.

[ He sheathes his 'saber, clips it back onto his belt, and holds out an open hand. He waves at it, just a little, just enough to tug on the Force and try to connect with the creature. ]

Hey, buddy. I've got a jar right here. You think you can just give me some slime?

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[Asking someone if they're okay in a kidnapping situation is really important, okay?! It's also very automatic for Izuku to ask.

He nods and then gets up to his feet. Still a little sore from hitting his face on the floor. But he pats his clothing for a moment just to check for any other injuries.]

I think I'm okay too... At least there's that.

[He still hated everything about this; going in blind, on top of suddenly appearing here at all given he had been in the middle of something. The attempts at stretching out his senses hit a wall, as if he couldn't get past it. Actually somewhat unarmed for the first time in a very, very long time.

Irritating, and grating, but he could work with whatever he could find- and whoever he could find. Better to keep note, could be good to keep the names of those who could be worked with if they were all here for however long. Best to take advantage, wasn't it?

Eyeing barrels and crates they passed. A few hanging lamps so while dark it wasn't impossibly so for most people. Kept Astarion in the corners of his vision as he moved along-]

That right? Well, might make this easier if we do manage to hunt down someone that way. I find it better to work from the shadows, cause a little chaos when needed; take advantage while remaining unseen.

[Could smell spices in the air now. Stored or held in a cooking area?]

[ The same thought had occurred to Alucard, but he'd taken the task on knowing it probably wouldn't be something everyone could stomach. That also meant more of a profit. ]

It could be that enough of them will weigh down the ship. At best, that would slow our course. At worst? Are you familiar with the word capsize?

[ Alucard's tone is instructional. ]

What do you suppose we should do instead?

[ He asks, even as he flicks one of the creatures free of his short sword into one of the pails. This time, he does seem to be inviting a discussion. ]

[ Dorian is of half a mind to insist he'd only get in the way, but he can tell by the cut of Astarion's gib that the elf would do the same, in his position. And yet he's digging in the sand, so at the very least Dorian can lend a hand.

If only because the chest might contain his clothes, and he knows well enough that he'd have no claim to it if he keeps being an ass. ]

Not at all.

[ He snuffs the flame, plunging them into darkness, then makes his way over to the hole. It's really not so dark, there's always the moon. And darkness doesn't bother him, all his best spells are best left to dark places. ]

I don't believe I'll be much help in this, [ again, he's a mage, ] but I can leverage the chest with your shovel, if you'd like to pull on that end.

[ Of course he's asking for the easy job. He doesn't want to dig his hands into the sand! ]

Arrival:

[The swaying of the ship is almost relaxing. It would be. If Sorey was more used to it. But he isn't. Has never been on a ship before. So of course he wakes with a start, tangling himself in the netting before managing to free himself and tumbling down towards the deck of the ship.]

Whaaaaaaaa?! Ah! W-watch out?!

[Look. He. Doesn't want to like. Land on top of someone and hurt them? He just hopes this fall doesn't result in him causing a whole through the deck or something if he lands that hard, as he closes his eyes and tries to brace himself for the impact once he does land.]

Eltrut:

Phone:

So this is like writing a letter but really quick? Or something like that?

[At least. That is what Sorey vaguely understands from what he is told about these phones with the text function. He's not had anything like this back home to compare to otherwise. And even then, he was traveling a lot so letters weren't the best option either in terms of reliability to get them to him when he was on the move.

Sorey pokes at the phone, trying to get it set up and learn how to use it, how it works. He is totally old man typing and tapping at the phone with one finger. Clearly new to this sort of technology.]

Tavern:

a:

Wonder if they have those mabo buns? That might just be something from home...

[Still. He's hungry enough that he is sure he would figure something to eat at least, once he finds the tavern. Something to drink. He isn't really too picky, though he was the only one that really had to eat back home in Elysia, given he had lived among seraphim so there had been times he got too distracted and forgotten to eat or go to bed at a more reasonable time over the years.

It's certainly busy, different to the atmosphere he might be more used to back in Ladylake and the like. But that isn't necessarily a bad thing. He orders a meal and a drink before going to one of the tables, asking someone if anyone else was sitting there.]

Excuse me, was anyone else sitting here?

--

b:

H-hey! Stop it!

[And then. Well, once the fighting starts, of course he would step in, if only to try get between the two that are fighting and try tell them to stop it. Which. Might only annoy said brawlers further that someone is getting in the way. And may just result in them punching at Sorey instead?]

Tattoos:

So....getting one of these? That will help get our powers back?

[Sorey ponders this, debating between getting something along the lines of the Shepherd symbol or the water armatus symbol at his back at the shoulder. Where it could be easily covered if he chose.]

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[ Astarion considers this for a moment. It's still going to be difficult, but easier than continuing to dig until there's enough room for him to get in the hole and unlock it there. ]

Very well.

[ He hands the shovel to Dorian and some complaining and annoyance later they manage to retrieve the chest. He pulls out a couple of small kitchen knives he'd pocketed off the boat and lockpicks the chest. The click is as satisfying as ever, but not nearly as satisfying as seeing the the box is indeed full of his things. ]

Oh thank gods. I was afraid it was all being eaten by sharks.

Hey, now. Those guys probably couldn't help themselves. You heard what they said, didn't you? There's something about a song that makes these guys do whatever the sirens want.

[Sirens... Speak of sirens Zack digs his hand into his pocket to pull out those earplugs they were given to use.]

I'm not about to pass up some money-making either, I need it. But still.

New World, Who Dis

[Well, Pattern, they weren't in Shadesmar anymore. With waking up on a floor in what looked to be on a ship— and one that didn't look like the Wind's Pleasure that she had been on for so many months in what seemed like a lifetime ago, nor was it anywhere she had been before waking up. At least it was in a bed...?

It wasn't until she sat up that she noticed her clothes were not her normal clothes...

...and her left hand was uncovered. That was the worst thing to see, her safehand uncovered so unceremoniously, who else had seen?! Ugh.

But that fear does grow more when she finds that, despite being in a bed, it's shared with someone. Someone who is not her husband. And they're in rags, her with safehand exposed.

Worst. Day. Ever.

There's a startled sound she makes as Shallan shoves her left hand under the thin blanket.]

Who in the world are you?!

Eltrut/Tattoo Day

[On the approach to Eltrut itself, once she's clothed and has her effects back, she'll be watching the water and the scenery, but the giant turtle in distance has her doing a double take.]

Aren't those the Reshi isles?! What am I doing out here, of all places?!

[After getting herself much more settled and her actual clothes back, she's told she has to get some body... thing?? To be able to use her abilities, as she understands it. So once she's in Eltrut, she'll watch people going in, and coming out, finally grabbing someone.]

So... uh... do those hurt? What is it like?

[Because she's not sure what to expect! Please enlighten her (or troll her).]

Spicy Is Bad

[Spicy food. Men's food. Gross food. Distastefully spicy food. Somehow she got talked into eating food as a challenge, but spicy food was not something she enjoys, at all.]

So. [She's just gonna level with whoever is her partner for this... endeavor.] I detest spicy food. It's too much. So, if you can't finish this, I'll... find a way to pay for it and whatever stores are needed. Plus, I'm not fond of still-moving food, and that [as she points to a wriggling tentacle] is still moving. Or, I can make another deal, but I won't be eating that.

[Can you make a good enough deal for her to take?]

Wildcard

As peoplewatching is something Shallan enjoys, she'll be tucked away in places drawing the scenes she sees, or even just the people walking by. Her art is very lifelike, almost as if the people she's drawing were just transferred to the paper from actual life. Otherwise she'll be waiting around OR watching a tavern brawl. :) If you want to do something else, PM here or pp me at

infel!

Honestly, it seems suspect to me.

[ Astarion's still not sure why he's even in this line. He eyes the tentacles on the octopus warily, as if getting too close might mean he would get snatched up by them. ]

Having to let it mark our bodies just for what? A few cantrips? I'd rather just find a scroll.

[Well, it's been one thing after another, and she never thought she'd get isekai'd into another world. It's like all those light novels that are all the rage back at home selling like hotcakes from the publishing house, but she only laughs to herself thinking that maybe she'll finally see the appeal of it all now that she gets to experience it first hand.

But, now that she's gotten her Vision back, she knows she's got to get a tattoo...such a bothersome experience, but maybe she can at least get something she likes. So as she wanders in, she notices this shorter man...quite young, if she does say so herself, with a peculiar cat tattoo that he seems to be proud of.]

Oh? What a cute tattoo, it's even got a little hat on it. You seem confident in the design you've chosen.

In a place packed to bursting with drunk and lonely sailors? I'd be surprised if we didn't also get someone elses clothing for keepsakes, and a whole keg full of free drinks.

[He peered at the map, just idly leaning that way until his shoulder rested lightly against Astarion's, sipping his drink as he did so.]

I see we both received the same information then... Oh most assuredly, it would be far too easy to just hand out maps to any old fresh faced fool here and then wait for them by the beach. And in such a sizeable area to boot.

What is interesting however, is that these spots aren't uniform.

[A bit of rummaging turned up his own map, with a gesture towards a different part marked on the paper.]

If nothing else, its something to ponder, these aren't all just idle copies of each other. I wonder if amid our lot of drunken, lonely sailors, we might find ourselves a wholesome hero with a penchant for digging.

Or at the very least, a drunken fool who I could sell a bridge in the Mere of Dead Men to. Both I've found are equally useful!

[ Astarion could be eerily quiet when he wanted to be. Like the dead, really. Each step quiet and focused, crouched down to keep out of sight. But he stays close enough that Reaper won't fear that he's falling behind. This is work he's used to. But he'd feel better with a weapon in hand, too. ]

Maybe we'll get lucky.

[ Just find some knives, and then sail into port undetected. Wouldn't that be nice? ]

[That coaxs a bigger grin out of Zack and he lifts of his shoulder pad a bit more to flex and show off the tattoo.]

You want an honest explanation? I got this because someone told me I've got the spirit of a wolf before.

[That and he's pretty sure he's dead. That's why it looks like a ghosty wolf. But he won't get that morbid with the explanation.]

[ Dorian does his part -- he's not so spoiled as to get this far and fake it. But oh, thank the Maker, he's a rogue. At least Dorian knows what he's dealing with now. Rogues have several things in common, many of which begin and end with coin and agile fingers. ]

Seems your hard work has paid off.

[ He's not being sarcastic, even. Placating, more than anything. Were sharks so troubling? Well, if you can't zap them with magic, he supposes. ]

Mind if I have a look?

[ He's not trying to get himself stabbed by sneaking up on a guy with knives. Plus, he can accept that this Astarion did all the work. If his clothes really do happen to be in this chest, it'll be a gift from Andraste herself. ]

[Apparently that had been Julie's idea too because she doesn't brook a bit of argument. Instead she snatches up Kotori's hand with a cheerful:]

Sure! Let's go!

[Before she does though she reaches to try to pluck up Kotori's food.]

It'd be a shame to waste it. You looked like you were enjoying it so much!

Give me a moment.

[ He wants to make sure everything is there, first. Armor. Jewelry. Two knives, a bow. An array of arrows that would make any archer ripe with envy. And a pouch of coins, but those were all useless now.

Satisfied that he has his things, he moves out of the way and offers the remainder of the chest to Dorian.

In the meantime, he will simply start changing into his actual clothing he has zero shame. ]

[For a long few seconds Zack decides to just lay there uselessly and only tilts his head so he can look at the red-furred feline (dog? wolf? cat?) with a squint.]

... Yeah, I must be dead.

[Talking creatures that look like something Hojo would poke at ... sheesh.]

[ Mid has adapted with full enthusiasm, and she'll drag everyone with her into appreciating the magitech novelties. There's no escape. ]

🖐️ Clever, innit? 👀 Better than using parchment for certain, no blotching your ink at the last moment.

I mean we're in a bizarro world with people from all sorts of places, we should be getting used to this kind of thing. Right?

[He grins and gives her a thumbs up. And he comes over to take one of the buckets too.]

And if it helps us get this job done without killing stuff that doesn't need to be killed I'm all for it. What's your name?

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