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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.

Comments

Sir Edward Pellew - Horatio Hornblower

[admiralpellew]

[Admiral Pellew was, to say the least, upset. Finding himself on the shore in an entirely inappropriate state of undress and graced with wings was NOT how he'd expected to begin his day.

There was something akin to panic when a shift from his side to his back brought about a stab of pain, revealing the all-too-sensitive wings settled there, but he was a military man above all else. So, despite his growing apprehension, he gets himself to his feet and surveys his surroundings. A beach. Three boats, moored at the docks, and a ship anchored out at sea...though it was not flying any colors that he could see.

He could think of no reason why he would be stranded here, or why there was no one else within hailing distance...either friend or foe...but unless he chose to doubt his senses, here he was, all the same]

[captainhornblower]

[From behind, Horatio Hornblower has come to realise, New Feathers look remarkably similar.

The blue and gold combination remind him briefly of Jack Aubrey, though the man's physique is nothing like the good captain's, and the hair is a marked difference. Still, though, the stance is military. That, he knows anywhere.

He calls while he's still far enough away to not startle the man. At least not more than the situation requires.]

Sir! Welcome to Luceti, sir. It's a bit of a shock, I know, but there's a village down the way. [We'll leave out the teleporting right now.] You can find something to wear there, sir.

[admiralpellew]

Hornblower?!

[he hasn't heard that voice in...well, it had been months, hadn't it? But there was no mistaking that tenor, or the controlled deference it always carried.

Pellew's voice is as stern and abrupt as ever, still the officer taking command of the situation as he shouts back to the captain]

I hardly need to be told when I've had a shock, sir. [Inwardly, his thoughts were whirling madly, but none of that showed in his carefully composed features.] Report, Captain.

[captainhornblower]

Admiral Pellew, sir!

[The change is instant. Hornblower, dressed in his uniform sans hat, salutes and finishes crossing the way to the other man. He takes off his coat almost instantly, offering it forward.

He salutes again, though.]

Luceti, sir. Population varies between two and three hundred on average, sir. Strange mix of technologies and... of time periods. Which I scarcely believed myself when I arrived.

There ought to be-- [ah! there! He picks up a small book in the sand.] This Journal, sir. It... it's like a kind of letter. Instantly seen, when you write in it, to the other inhabitants.

[...He knows, he knows. This is crazy.]

[admiralpellew]

[he accepts the coat without any verbal thanks, his forehead furrowing as watches the salute and listens to the explanation]

Captain, I would have hoped that you, sir, could be a voice of reason and refrain from fairy tales.

[slipping the coat on, he fastens it with steady fingers, still frowning] Luceti, you say? I do hope we have not found ourselves in Spain.

[actually, it sounded more Italian than Spanish, but that wouldn't be quite as foreboding. Confusing, still, but not as foreboding]

[captainhornblower]

I swear it, sir.

[And, without any further explanation, he opens the Journal and sets it down. Then, he fishes out his own along with a pen.

Carefully, he writes in his Journal: Captain Horatio Hornblower.

A few moments later? The writing appears in the other journal, along with a small picture of the writer.]

I'm afraid, sir, that Luceti is... It isn't Spanish, sir. Or French. Or even Italian, sir. It's... quite an unknown power.

[admiralpellew]

[the only sign of his surprise is the way his eyebrows raise as he picks the journal up, his frown deepening]

And yet, sir, I find you here in uniform with knowledge of both the citizens here and this...this...witchery.

[the book snaps shut as he fixes that firm gaze on his favorite Captain]

[captainhornblower]

The only way to effectively communicate, I'm afraid. There's no post of any kind, sir.

[But he does look sufficiently admonished, ducking his head.]

[admiralpellew]

Don't go stiff on me, man! [there's a snap to the words]

Give me details, not your fears and apologies.

[deathsdoctor]

[A man appears on one of the boats moored at the docks, ascending from the cabin of the pilot cutter. He appears concerned with matters on his craft, when suddenly he visibly pauses, and then stares down the shoreline, the Admiral coming to rest dead in his sights.

Huh. Another one. What has the cycle brought now?

Might as well greet him, then.

So a short time later, the dusky skinned man is on the approach, gray blue eyes frankly curious. Oddly dressed by the Admiral's standards no doubt - jeans, a hoodie, boots, and a furry spotted hat covering black hair that seemed to catch the light and gain a sheen of deep, dark midnight blue. Which might not be the first thing Pellew catches, oh no. There are the piercings - two small gold hoops per ear, the arm and hand tattoos, and the sword.

The large and heavy nodachi sword Law always carries with him. Because... you never knew what you were going to get.]

Hello, there!

[admiralpellew]

[Pellew was a thin man, and without his uniform or weapons it was, perhaps, difficult to portray the authority and stature he was used to. When he hears the strange voice, however, he straightens, holding himself as proudly as if he was aboard the deck of the Indy.

Sharp eyes took in the man's unfamiliar attire and weaponry. It was no uniform that he recognized, but then, he had no idea where he was. It would hardly be surprising for the local fashion to be something entirely strange. But he saw nothing that set him apart as a military man. No. More likely, this was a local militant...or, less happily...a bandit or gentleman of otherwise dangerous inclinations.

So Pellew doesn't salute. And he doesn't begin with demands based on his rank or title. Better to keep his hand to himself, until he was more certain where he'd ended up. But he shouts back, his tone neutral, if not exactly friendly...as if finding himself half-bare and suddenly winged was not something to send his mind whirling]

Good day, Sir!

[deathsdoctor]

[Pellew would be correct on many fronts. Law is a very dangerous person - pirate. When properly provoked. Certainly a militant here. ... as for military? No. But the pirate can certainly give the impression at times.

Law stops a respectful distance away, noting the prideful stance. Hmm. Man of authority then? Perhaps. Those could be difficult to deal with, but that bridge when it comes.

Smart man of authority though. Throwing rank and titles around here didn't get you far. Nor did demanding respect based on those. Because many had no context of why they should respect those things - no history to draw on. They were just words. If you truly wanted it from those in Luceti - you kept humble about those things and demonstrated you deserved it. Pellew so far was on the right road.]

I imagine you're wondering about why you're here, with wings, and in just a pair of pants. I assure you this isn't the afterlife. [A common misconception - for reasons of the wings, Law believed. He had no knowledge of Christianity. It did not exist in his world.] This place is called Luceti. You've been pulled from your world, given wings through the process, and branded on the back of your neck by the Malnosso. [He taps his in example.] This is where they keep all their experimental subjects - we're all trapped in here by a barrier.

It's a lot to take in, and I've not even scratched the surface of what's going on. So I suggest we speak on the way to the village, where we can get you clothes, and more importantly, a drink. You will be wanting one sorely after the full explanation.

[admiralpellew]

[he frowned at the torrent of words. The stranger was right about that, at least. It was a lot to take in, and he wasn't truly inclined to believe most of what had just rushed out. Really, this following his unusual arrival was enough to truly make him question the reality of the whole mess.

He can't process it all, but his mind filed away the details for future reference. Wings and pants, apparently common. Not dead. Luceti. Branded. Trapped. It would be sorted through later, if a moment of relative peace could be found. Meanwhile, his jaw juts slightly before he addresses the approaching man]

You imagine correctly, sir, but you'll forgive me if I'm not yet inclined to leave this place. Particularly not before I know the whereabouts of my men.

[deathsdoctor]

[That comment is pleasing. Very pleasing, and the respect Law thinks due the man rises one mark higher.]

Who are your men, sir?

[admiralpellew]

Again, forgive me, but I'm afraid it would not be prudent of me to share such matters with someone whose name I have yet to learn.

[deathsdoctor]

[Calm eyes of assessment. Okay. This is going to be made difficult, isn't it? He inclines his head in acquiescence.]

Trafalgar Law. I'm the captain of the Shinonome [He looks in the direction of his boat.] over there, and the head doctor at one of the clinics in the village.

[He neglects to mention he's also a pirate. A pirate captain in fact. One who's been separated from his nakama for over a year and a half.]

Yourself?

[Mild and patient. He's half expecting now that the man will not even give him a name, but well, that's how it goes sometimes.]

[simplestgift]

[Aaaand Archie is going to do a serious double-take when he catches the admiral in profile. It takes him a while to find his voice, and when he does, it comes out in an explosion.]

Good God, sir!

[admiralpellew]

[The admiral could remain calm in the face of many things. It was a necessary attribute, after all, in a time of war and one he was quite adept at.

So far, he was managing admirably well with the wings and clothes and the bewildering nonsensical explanations he was hearing.

He did, however, draw the line at ghosts.

His eyes widen as he turns to face the shout, only to spot a familiar face. A familiar face that he would never expect to see again, this side of death.]

Kennedy?!

[there's a muttered oath before he takes a single step back, instantly defensive] What trickery is this?

[simplestgift]

[That makes Archie clench and unclench his hands, taking in a breath he doesn't use for several seconds as he trips over the words, eyes blinking quickly.]

I should...should very much like to learn that myself, sir.

[admiralpellew]

[his eyes narrowed uncertainly. It sounded like Kennedy. Looked like Kennedy. But that surely meant nothing.

He suddenly couldn't help wondering if the wings truly did mean he'd reached an afterlife of some sort, though he couldn't imagine how that would have come about. There'd been no battle that he could remember that could result in such a thing.

There's a moment of silence where he considers his options, before giving the boy a curt nod]

Very well, Lieutenant. Suppose we skip the part where this is impossible and attempt to make some sense of the situation?

[simplestgift]

It...clearly isn't impossible, sir. I've been here a year and a half now, and quite alive.

[He knows, because he's died once since then. And come back. Again.]

[admiralpellew]

Indeed.

[that frown deepens as he clasps his hands behind his back, solemnly considering] A year and a half, you say?

[simplestgift]

...Yes, sir. [This is...sort of embarrassing, with Pellew half-naked and all. He sweeps his own jacket off his shoulders.] Here, sir.

[Not that it will close, but it's something.]

Hi Papa Pellew!

[selphie_t]

[Selphie's busy being Selphie as she's ensuring that the Captain's orders are being carried out when she spots the New Feather. Granted, she'll probably get chewed out for leaving the crew unsupervised but she can't just ignore a New Feather regardless of how foul his temper might be.

She's got a welcoming smile on her face as she approaches the apprehensive Admiral.]

Hello there!

[admiralpellew]

[a young girl was hardly the threat he would expect, finding himself in such circumstance. A threat would not garner the reaction that she does.

In the face of an enemy, he could forgo his concern over dress and propriety. Though they strove to maintain their honor at all times, war often required a forfeit of dignity, however brief.

This, however, was a matter of social slights, and he straightens abruptly, clearing his throat awkwardly as he crossed his arms over his chest.] Miss.

[Damn circumstance. What had he found himself in, now?]