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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.

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There's no proof, Molly.

There's no way to prove to anyone-- even all of you-- that he is Moriarty. And not just some strange who looks like him. [Every trace that had been on his suit? Laundered away. The dust and dirt and all other traces spoke of Luceti now, not London.

Now, ah, to find that mobile. If it's even here. If it will ever be here. If he could lay his hands on that, he could prove it. Or his journal. Names were etched into the inside covers of those. But both of those things were likely to be carefully guarded. And Moriarty had litle to do here that could distract him from protecting his secrets.

And without proof... He'd seen what would happen. He'd barely survived it in London.] Just keep your distance from him.

Still...

[Still. Molly wants it to count, the words of all those people, the ones she thinks of as friends. But it doesn't, for Sherlock. She knows it, so the protest dies before she even gets it out, and Molly's left to look around, doe-eyed and searching for some way to make it right.

Nothing around them helps. Toby, well. Toby's done with his milk, and set about cleaning himself, right there on the table.] Oh, Toby. That's--not where people eat! [And she smiles awkwardly, takes Toby down and sets him on her lap. There's a mewl of protest, but a weak one, since Molly sets about petting him again.

Then the right words come. Or at least, she hopes they're the right ones.]

You'll think of something. You always do. [Because he'd asked her before, what she would do if everything turned out to be a lie, and then it had, to almost everyone in the world. Almost.

That last bit he says, though. Oh, that gets Molly to nod, and quickly.] Oh, don't worry about that. I--I don't want to see Jim again. Ever.

If he comes.

[When he comes.

Because Moriarty will come.

He will have figured out one of the key elements of how Sherlock Holmes faked his death, and he will come after Molly Hooper.]

If he comes and you have any warning--

Just write my name in the journal. Or turn it on. Just do something.

I will see it.

[And he owes her.

He can at least try to repay his debt by trying to protect her from Moriarty.]

[The way Sherlock warns her, reassures her that if something happens he'll see, implies he'll do something--that scares Molly as much as anything else she's seen in Luceti, from the wings to the magic to all of it.

Sherlock's worried. Honestly, genuinely worried, and Molly has to fight away the urge to shiver.]

All right. [Even if she's afraid, what else can she say?] I promise Sherlock.

You'll do the same, right? [She asks because that's the sort of person she is, but she shakes her head a moment later.] No, probably not. But if you did, I'd see it too. And I'd tell someone. John or Lestrade. You know that.

[If he's lucky, Moriarty will come after him. Directly. But John and Lestrade are here. Now, Molly is, too. He's accidentally proven to Moriarty already that he is most vulnerable to indirect attacks. At least Mrs Hudson isn't here.

He isn't prone to lying when a case isn't involved. Most of the time, he's not even prone to tactful honesty.

But this...]

Of course.

[He won't.

If Moriarty comes for him, it will be one or the other. even if death is transient here. A week free from Moriarty... Time to plan for his return, at least.]

[Right. Molly knows she was correct then, the second time, when she said Sherlock probably wouldn't say a word if Jim came after him. It's like him--like anyone who tried not to look sad when people could see.

But she nods anyway. Molly knows there's nothing she can say to make him promise the way she did. So she just offers what she can.]

Good. Because we'll help you.

[It doesn't feel like much, but it's what Molly's got. That and her smile. So she smiles, and tries to come up with something else to talk about.]

Have you got a lab set up yet? [Something safe, just off the top of her head.] I mean, not that it's any of my business. But it's the sort of thing you would do. Get some sort of lab going.

I had the third bedroom in the flat as a lab for awhile. [Few too many arguments with the medical sort here that he... doubted he could get a medical lab like Bart's at his disposal.] But that proved confining.

[And John complained. Not complained, but Sherlock knew that look. The "Oh God, what are you brewing now?" and "You're going to burn down the flat, aren't you?" and other such looks.]

So Temperance-- Doctor Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian and consultant to the FBI, partnered with Special Agent Seeley Booth-- and I took down the wall between the two spare bedrooms in her flat, and we're sharing the laboratory space.

[He actually sounds vaguely happy, too. Because-- yay, science.]

[That...that was a bit more than Molly was expecting. A 'yes' or 'no,' maybe, or complaints about how everything was slow or out-dated, or just plain not good enough for him. She really didn't think he'd start dropping names.

Or talk about sharing lab space.]

Oh. Well. That...that's good.

[She's fidgeting again.] So you'll probably have plenty to do, soon enough. Tests to run, or you know. Something like that.

[...Yes, well, when one spends the better part of a week trying to demolish a wall that insists on coming back...

He feels he has cause to brag about the lab. And, well. With his luck, she'll run into either Temperance or Booth before long, and, really, he'd rather have the "oh, you know him?" conversation covered. Inevitable, still, but.

He's too fond of that laboratory not to talk about it.]

Most "tests" of any kind-- anything that suggests that everything may not be exactly what it looks like and exactly what someone else with no hard data claims it is-- are rather frowned upon in this community.

[Guess how much that stops him. If you answered "not at all," you'd be right.]

Of course, with no human remains staying post mortem, many of my experiments are impossible.

[He misses his morgue and its fresh samples. Even if his obtaining of them was a little darker on the grey scale of "ethics" and "morality."]

[Oh, but Molly knows the right thing to say then, and it shows on her face as it brightens with a smile.]

That doesn't stop you though, does it? [Of course, she wouldn't be nearly so cheery about it if she knew exactly which notion he was trying to disprove.] If there's anything to be proven wrong, you'll be the one to do it.

[Despite what he says next, about things being impossible. It's Sherlock.] Well, you never know! There's a war on, isn't there? [According to the book.] Wars always mean...well, you know.

[But she probably shouldn't be pointing that out so optimistically, should she? Right. Properly solemn then, because war is a terrible thing, a sad thing, and should be treated as such. It's just that working in a morgue, a person can get very used to the fact that people die.]

The Third Party hasn't crossed the barrier for some time, and I haven't been able to bring a body back.

[Guess how happy he is about that. Correct answer? Not at all.

He misses access to a morgue. He misses the familiar halls of St Bart's. He misses London.

Sentiment. God, he hates it.]

They know-- John, Lestrade, Donovan. If you run into them. They don't know about your direct assistance, but they know what I did. You can tell them your part, if you want to.

[You don't have to lie for me here.

He knew he'd put her in a bad spot. Signing her name on official documents. Illegal, yes, but Mycroft would protect her from chrrges if it ever came out. Lying on a piece of paper to help him was, as Sherlock saw it, no great hardship. It was telling that lie over and over to Lestrade and Mrs Hudson and John. Especially John.

even he had almost broken a few times and gone up to John while watching him on the street.

And-- here and in London-- only he, Moriarty, and Mycroft knew why.]

It was necessary to tell them.