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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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[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]

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.]

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

Give me details, not your fears and apologies.

Yes, sir.

[There are about a hundred apologies wrapped in those two words.]

We can only go so far in any one direction. A kind of barrier, sir. There are maps on Britannia, sir, if you'd care to see them. Our... Captors, really, is the best word for them. Our captors, sir, can take use further out, but it seems... I'm afraid, sir, it seems like they do it by magic.

And when they do, they generally expect us to fight their battles for them. Often on land, sir, and without the cannons and manpower we need. Women and children and those who cannot even hold a firearm, let alone take a life.

"What something is and what something seems are quite often too very different things, but I suppose it will do."

[The words were slow, coming at a much more solid pace than his thoughts] I should hardly expect to find you, of all people, protesting service, Mr. Hornblower.

[his fingers tapped a pensive rhythm on the cover of his journal] Especially if they are so strapped for able bodied men that they would go to such desperate measures.

[it sounds like an accusation. It feels like an accusation. Lord knows, Pellew assumes his Captain will take it as such. But he's looking for information, and he knows this will get something]

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I am used to far more competent command.

[The compliment, as it is, stands for only a moment.]

When they choose their numbers for battle, they do not allow for volunteers, and they do not always take the most able.

There is no hierarchy, no chain of command. There are no laws or rules of war, and there is no kind of legal system in place. Any "justice" sought is carried out by vigilantes.

[His expression is nothing short of grim. Even the Renown pretended to have order.]

The battles generally play out as if the Admiralty sent ships of only ratings with nothing but seniority to guide them.

That is a serious charge. You're speaking of anarchy, sir.

[The last time he'd heard Horatio talk even remotely like this, it had been about the Renown, and that had been disastrous enough.

Yet, even in such dangerous circumstances, he knew that the captain was not one to exaggerate.]

[And? He'll go one further.]

Captain Sawyer kept more order than I see around here. Sir.

Hmph.

[his lips pressed together, solemn. He's quiet for a long moment, looking out over the sea, as poised as if he wasn't standing barefoot on the sand with a pair of wings pinned uncomfortably under his jacket]

The Britannia, you say?

Yes, sir.

She's not much, sir, not compared to Indefatigable. [Always home, always the first love of a seventeen-year-old boy.] But she's almost as lovely as Hotspur.

[He'll demure a bit, though the pride is still there. A man insisting that his wife-- whom he loved dearly-- was not as beautiful as the woman his father wanted him to marry... without actually insulting her.

Here is the man in love.]

I assume that's her, then? [turning to survey the ship anchored off shore allows him to mask a small smile.]

I see no colors, Captain.

Her colours are in the captain's cabin.

[It's hard to say, and he knows it will be a disappointment.

But...]

This village glorifies pirates, sir. I... would not trust them not to act against her and against the colours if I flew them.

So the village is fond of pirates, you fight for anarchists, and you hide your ties to King and Country. Am I hearing you correctly, Mister Hornblower?

The village finds pirates "noble rebels," the anarchists drag us into battle so it is fight or let others die, and I announce my status as a captain in His Majesty's Britannic Navy but do not put my ship in danger by calling her a Navy frigate with England's colours.

[They aren't excuses. They're explanations. He expects no pardon, but he will explain himself to his commanding officer.]

Do you argue with me, sir?

No, sir.

[A hard swallow.]

It is a sorry state of affairs for any captain to have gotten himself into.

[have a scoff.

Horatio Hornblower. Proud. Defensive. Brave. All too gullible.]

It certainly is.

And yet, it seems you've handled it as admirably as could be expected. [he cast a sideways glance at the captain] At least you haven't chosen to dress like a pirate.

[He gives the faintest of smiles but tries to hide it.]

No, sir. I wouldn't dream of it.

I'm glad to see all has not fallen to insanity.

[His chin raised slightly] Though I must admit, Captain, your hospitality leaves much to be desired...unless you've a purpose in having me stand here in less than my underthings for the whole day.