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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

John Silver | Treasure Planet

[chartthestars]

[Being forcefully moored on some backwater planet is something Silver is (for better or for worse) quite used to. He expects it to happen, is prepared for it just like he would be of most other ill circumstances. He's been here for two weeks and Luceti has yet to really surprise him—well, the wings are certainly a surprise, but after you wake up one day with half of your own flesh and blood limbs gone, such unseemly modifications tend to lose their initial shock value.

It's not being able to get off a planet that bothers him, rattles his gears more than he'd care to share; however, unlike much of the rabble he's consorted with over the years, Silver knows how to bide away the hours until the very sky is sick of him. This planet is like any other, after all: full of fools, seekers of glory, people who either know too much or know too little. Time is all he needs to get off this rock. Time and information.

And for the moment, at least—or so he figures as he nurses a glass of rum at the bar, more than willing to strike up a lively, friendly exchange with whomever passes him by or decides to take up a stool—it seems that he has plenty of time.]

[hidingworks]

I. said. work!

[Sorry, Silver. Small little gadget flying right by your stool and into the base of the bar. It bounces off, drops down...

and is retrieved a few minutes later by a glowering redhead. She grins as soon as she looks at the creature seated there, suddenly bashful.]

Er... Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to almost hit you.

[She reaches down and picks up the thing. Pretty basic technology... for his world and for hers. Wrist communication system with a built in video screen.]

This stupid thing is being mean and not working. Starting to think it's the atmosphere of this planet or the energy of the barrier putting off static. [...It doesn't seem to occur to her that possibly no one cares.]

[chartthestars]

[If Silver is irritated by either interruption, he doesn't show it. He's had worse things thrown at his skull in his five decades of life, and he'd much prefer it be some harmless gadget or other that's more blunt than it is sharp.]

Think nothin' of it, lass. [He chuckles, both eyes wandering over to her basic communicator.] Ain't no harm that's been done. Such pieces of gadgetry are tricky beasts t'tame n' bring t'foot even when they're behavin' proper and ain't being put t'use on a planet like this that makes their wires sensitive.

[He turns round on his stool, adjusting the position of his peg leg to a comfortable angle, letting his cybernetic hand rest on the bar.]

I don't suppose it's ever worked here? Or has it always been an impudent troublemaker?

[hidingworks]

Been here a week, hasn't worked once. Finally to the point of "hit it until it works," and that's usually the captain doing it!

[Cheerful little creature, really. And not very off-put by his appearance or the modifications. Then again... the eye? The eye just reminds her of her captain.]

I'm usually really good at this stuff.

So it's just... Kinda wanna chuck it into an oven and melt it all down!

[Threatening it? Totally works.]

[chartthestars]

[He arches a single, curious eyebrow. Captain, eh?]

Worlds play by different rules, lass, and we poor travelers 'ave no choice but to abide. Devices like yours are hardly an exception, so don't be blamin' yourself for matters that ain't in your hands. If y'could get in contact w' the outside as simple as that, why, I bet that'd throw more than a wee wrench into the plans of the kind gents who saw fit t'bring us here. So don't be giving into your urges just yet. Your device might just work one of these nights when barriers n' things no longer hold our concern, 'specially with your particular brand of encouragement.

[Another soft chuckle emerges out of his throat.]

Wouldn't even melt into a pretty thing. Be all wires n' a bit of glass.

[hidingworks]

[And that little look? Prompts an outstretched hand and a wide smile.]

Len Drale, Technology Officer of the Confidante.

[So much energy. So cheerful.]

I mean. This place is kinda cool. It's really awesome because it's so much like Earth! I mean, we have all these old books and this idea of what things were like, but to really see something that kind of looks like it's pretty close to Earth!

[Again, Len: no one cares.

And now for a totally random topic jump--]

Who did the work? On you, I mean. That's awesome. It's-- wow. It's amazing work.

[scarfed]

[There's the sound of the wood floor being knocked on by a stool as a young man decides to occupy the seat beside Silver.]

Just let me have a pop. [Someone seems to be a bit of a brooding mood]