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[herotypical]

the luceti test drive meme

Reserves have just opened and apps are right around the corner. But are you still on the fence about any of your would-be characters? Well -- here is your chance to take them out for a spin!

▣ TAG IN or reply to others with characters you would like to test drive for Luceti.
▣ ONLY add top-level comments for characters who are not yet in the game. You're free to reply to others with Luceti characters (because that's half the fun) but remember that the whole point of this meme is for potential characters.
▣ PLEASE do not post duplicates of characters already in Luceti.
▣ GO AHEAD and give us a brief description of your character in the top-level comment, along with one or two possible ways to run into your test-driven character around town.
▣ YOU MAY use these threads for your first person samples on your app -- just make sure that you link threads of a goodly length (i.e., threads with at least ten comments from your character).

Need a little help getting started? Remember, you needn't post here as though your character is still brand-spankin' new. It'll probably be more fun for all involved if this isn't a simple dress rehearsal for showing up. Here are a few scenario ideas:

o1. The grocery store is out of food. What do you do?
o2. Wing injury! Call for help or stagger your way to one of our fine clinics.
o3. It's a busy evening at Good Spirits, one of Luceti's local bars. Do you dare try the drink specials?
o4. Have a talent for playing music? Try Cloud Nine's open mic night!
o5. Beach party? Snow party? Leaf-raking party? Gardening party? YOU DECIDE.

Okay. So my examples are pretty non-exciting. But they're really just suggestions. I'm POSITIVE you kids can come up with more creative things.

Above all? HAVE FUN.

Comments

[savedtheworld]

[To prevent extra headaches?]

That's an even greater idea! We can have balls of air all over the place! It'll be called... Super Air Catch!

[He steps back and quickly prepares his own air scooter.]

[breezing]

[ Little did they know that the two were plotting future headaches - wherever Tenzin is, this game is definitely going to come back to haunt him. In surround sound, even. ]

That's the best name ever, it's going to be the best game because of course it will be!!

[ Ikki takes a moment to stop gushing and spins her own air scooter, balancing on top of it with practiced ease. Making other balls of air while balancing should be new, though. ]

[savedtheworld]

[Indeed it shall. Aang giggles and does some scooting back and forth. Then he prepares a ball of air in his hands.]

Ready, Ikki? Here comes the first one!

[Aang launches it towards her softly.]

[breezing]

Ready!! [ Ikki balances with her legs only, using her hands to catch the ball, grinning widely. Keeping it from going out means she has to add just a little air before sending it back, and if they don't catch the balls in time, they'll dissipate - Super Air Catch: clearly a game of strategy. ]

[ aaand she lobs it back, somewhat less softly. ] Catch!

[savedtheworld]

Good one!

[This gives him a good sense of her skill. He flashes a grin of pride, then he prepares and launches a second air ball while the first one is coming. This one's a bit faster. He catches the first one and feeds it air just seconds after launching the second one, then he tosses it as well.]

[markofthewise]

[Well that's some crazy insight into the older sister's life. Thanks.]

I do have a space sword. And I was on the moon, remember? The moon is cold, not hot.

[breezing]

[ oh ho ho secret airbending training. Aang is good at this whole parenting thing, isn't he?

One, two - [ Ikki catches the second one, feeds it, and tosses it - and then, with a grin, makes her own third air ball, and throws that soon after. She wobbles a bit on her scooter when catching the first ball, but pulls it together to throw back. ] Three!

[breezing]

[ Ikki is pleased to be of service, of course~ ...wait, were Jinora's romantic fantasies supposed to be secret? OH WELL. ]

Does it shoot space beams? Can it cut through stars? Wait why's the moon cold? It it 'cause of waterbending? Did you have to wear three coats?

[markofthewise]

Uh, no. My sword just cuts through regular stuff. And the moon is cold because it doesn't have an atmosphere to retain warmth.

[YUP. More boring scientific answers. Isn't he the best.]

[breezing]

[ D: D: D: D: D: D: the seven-year-old airbender looks totally disappointed right now, Sokka. Good job. ]

But it's a space sword.

[notquiteheartless]

[Molly. Never joke. Please. When you joke, you make him want to explain to you the many, many reasons why you should not joke.

To his credit, he doesn't go into that explanation. He's learning? Sort of.

The cat... he dismisses entirely. Well, beyond that milk. He doesn't acknowledge her thanks, perhaps because it would mean acknowledging what he did for the cat. He really doesn't mind the creature, not at all. But he's not a "pet" person. A flatmate is aggravation enough, thank you.]

Why would you want to get used to this place? It's so. hideously. dull.

No one does anything.

Not until the puppet-masters pull a few little strings and everyone or nearly everyone shares in a kind of mass hysteria.

I'm beginning to think they inflict that on the population just to force them to do something remotely like being interesting.

They certainly don't think. Idiotic and complacent.

People pulled from all sorts of worlds, different "realities"... and yet the masses are the same, boring, monolithic herd as they are in London.

[And he sighs in typical Sherlock fashion.] I hate them all.

[thenoonewhosees]

[He is learning! Molly would be very proud if she knew all the things Sherlock wasn't saying. Then again, he usually says any number of awful things, so maybe she does have an idea. A good enough one to smile, anyway. It's much better to smile, she thinks, even if the silence makes her feel a little unsure.

Same thing with Toby. Then again, Sherlock isn't exactly good when it comes to saying 'you're welcome,' or 'thank you.' Or anything nice, really.

But he did something nice, for Toby, and Molly. That's good enough.

At least until he launches into one of his rants. Then Molly is left to look awkwardly between Sherlock and Toby, who is content to ignore them both in favor of the milk. She reaches out, scratches the cat's neck, and earns a purr. She likes it when he purrs.]

Well, it's just that we're going to be here for awhile, aren't we? [She purses her lips, then gives a shrug as if it were no big deal. She's not going to get angry over it, not the way Sherlock is.] Everyone--I mean, the book says no one knows how to get home.

I just figure it's better to get used to it, instead of being mad or upset all the time. [She sucks in a breath, then works up another smile.] It's one of those things where you just have to make the best of it. You know. Try to be happy?

You...you can't honestly hate people just for that. [God, Molly hopes not. What a awful way to feel. The smile dims as she looks up, actually willing herself to meet Sherlock's eyes.] Can you?

[fallenambitions]

I don't. I just don't want to deal with the mess.

[notquiteheartless]

[Selective hearing? Sherlock Holmes? Never.

"Never" being "every day of his life."]

Oh, yes. The book.

We can't question the book. Everything written down becomes immediately infallible and must be treated as Gospel, regardless of how well the theories put forth in it have been scientifically tested.

Sheep. Mindless sheep.

It's not, in any way, remarkable that he can just... [a gesture with his hand] lead them to slaughter, and they bound after him, baa-ing happily.

[And then, as if he's just rejoined the conversation--]

Of course I can. [Quite calm on that point, actually.] They don't think. They don't question.

[thenoonewhosees]

[Molly will never understand how Sherlock can see so much and so little at the same time. He keeps saying 'them,' which is fine, it's Sherlock and that's what he does. But Molly is saying 'we,' because she's part of them too.

One of the ones he's saying he hates. It hurts.]

Well, it's just that--how can you test it? The things here, what people do, the wings, all of it. There's not really anything scientific about any of it. It's all stuff from fairy tales and kid's stories.

[Oh, but he says something funny just then. Molly frowns, leaning closer as replays the words in her head, and yes, it's odd. It doesn't at all match what she's read in the book--not that Sherlock seems to think the book means anything, but Molly does. She has to, because what else has she got?]

He? Who's he?

[notquiteheartless]

[He's about to say something. He's about to talk about wanting to try surgery to remove the wings. The repeated blind insistence that it would be fatal, despite no one having evidence that a medical procedure would do such a thing. He is about to talk about logic and reason and testing things. Checking results. Changing variables, trying again, checking results. His experiments with Temperance on the wall, for instance.

But he doesn't get it out. Not before she has something else to say.

"fairy tales and kid's stories"

Fairy tales.

"I love newspapers-- fairy tales. And pretty grim ones too."
"Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain."
Hansel and Gretel.
King Arthur.

"I owe you a fall."

And the irritation becomes a quiet rage.

...Then Molly asks a question.]

"Who's he?"? [There's something low and biting in his voice. Something vicious.] You're not that stupid, Molly. You know.

Moriarty.

If you didn't know he was here, then I've given you far too much credit.

Here, and telling his lovely little stories, spinning the lies that sound like the truths they want to hear, and they lap it up out of his hand. Blind.

They don't even think to question him.

[thenoonewhosees]

[It could be better that Sherlock doesn't get out all the things he wants to say. Molly definitely wouldn't like any of what he's thinking, what he wants to test by cutting off wings. She might even make a scene, shout a bit.

So maybe it's better. Or maybe not.

Molly shrinks back at the mention of Jim, who is still Jim in her head, probably always will be, but she's not saying that out loud. It isn't the first time that Sherlock's said something that makes her want to vanish, poof, right out of the chair to somewhere else, where he isn't looking at her like she's stupid even if he says she's not.]

I knew. [Her voice is tiny. Mouselike, and she swallows before she tries it again.] I. I knew he was here. I just wanted...well. To be sure.

[She fidgets then, starts to reach out for Toby, but second guesses herself and pulls her hands back.]

He's very good at it. Lying, I mean. He doesn't seem like someone people shouldn't trust.

[Or date. But they'd only gone out three times, even if Molly had invited him over for a Glee night once. Still, Sherlock's being harsh, she thinks.]

Besides, even you didn't know the first time. You said he was gay, but you didn't know everything. At least, you didn't say it if you did know. And why wouldn't you say it? You'd already gotten me mad, and it's not like that stops you.

[And that gives her a thought. They aren't questioning, but...]

Have you said anything, here? About him.

[notquiteheartless]

["I gave you my number. Thought you might call."

He will always regret that he didn't. He could have stopped the game, kept twelve people from being killed, kept John from being grabbed to play a part in all of the chaos. If he'd just called that number. Responded to the interest shown in him.

But Moriarty had known he wouldn't.]

I don't have any proof. [For a moment... he sounds defeated.

Tired.

Not all that different from when he had shown up in the morgue to ask for a favour. Something beyond the scope of any of his less-than-ethical experiments or his less-than-legal casework. When he realised he only had one way to beat Moriarty.] And he is a very good liar.

John would back me up, of course. Lestrade, too. Donovan. You.

But there are... dopplegangers here. People who look so, so very similar to someone but aren't them.

Even if anyone believed me about what James Moriarty is... I have no way to prove that James Milverton is the same man. And not simply someone who looks like the man I know.

[ps3pirate]

The mess?! [That sounds ominous, especially when it's coming from Alexei.]

Is that a threat?

1/2

[ps3pirate]

[Still a little dazed, Patty slowly starts pushing herself up from the ground. Her back feels a little funny, too.]

Beats me... Could be that the old man's playing a prank, but trapping an innocent young lady is as brutal as-

2/2

[ps3pirate]

[She stops talking the moment her eyes move up towards Yuri. ... Yuri isn't wearing a shirt. Yuri isn't wearing a shirt.]

!!!

[ps3pirate]

The Guide? [She folds her hands behind her back, nodding sagely.] Aye, I've already read that, ya know. It was really helpful, but there's nothing like exploring a new place yourself! To understand the majesty of the ocean's wild blue yonder, one needs to see it to believe it.

[Okay okay, enough with the sayings.] ... But you've just returned? Returned from where? Were you out on a journey?

[savedtheworld]

[Without knowing, it, even!

He catches the second ball with his right hand, but instead of tossing it back, feeds it and makes it bigger. The third air ball catches him by surprise, but he's still able to catch it with a mischievous grin in his left hand. He keeps it the same size.]

You're a natural! But how about even more of a challenge?

[As the first ball comes back, Aang tosses both of the ones from his hands but with different angles. He tosses the third one pretty quickly so that it will go to his left but then curve to the right so it will be back by Ikki. And the second ball is thrown at a slightly slower speed up into the air, so that it will drop down towards Ikki. Then he just catches the first airball and, with some brief feeding, tosses it straight back.]

[spiritblocked]

May...be? I've never tried it.

[Though that does actually interest her. Oh no, Ikki. What have you done? In before Korra tries fireworks and blows off the roof of a house.]

[markofthewise]

It can cut through metal! And it's black!

[He pulls it out because the dude always carries it around.]

See?