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[*] test drive meme

it's time once again for a...test drive meme!

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. Oh. And don't forget to RESERVE your characters.

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[ Malik has done the whole bartending thing before, so why not? And hey, pink wings look wicked slick with a suit, just sayin'. Who doesn't want a drink mixed by Ephinea's manliest Captain? Or maybe you just want to spill your worries to someone? He's good for that too. Just be careful-- it's hard to tell if he's joking or trolling you. Either way, it's a bartender's job to make sure you enjoy the rest of your night. ~~Except not like that ladies, come now. He's handsome, but try and contain yourselves.~~ ]

[Open mic night would be a lot more fun if he had his fiddle. But watching others perform isn't such a bad way to spend the night.

Geordie sips at his beer every now and then, tapping a foot in time to the music. Completely approachable.]

[Maiza enters the bar and removes his hat, looking around for a quiet corner -- as quiet as it can get on a busy evening like this one -- to sit in. He keeps his overcoat on as he crosses the room, finding himself a place at the counter and ordering. Maybe it's the familiarity of the atmosphere. The bar was one of the most calming places here.

When his order arrives he turns in his seat to look around. The alcohol isn't sweet; he misses the taste of honey that came with everything at Alveare. Feeling a little homesick but not one to show it, he sips the drink quietly and looks around.]

[He's sitting at the corner of whatever party this is -- a birthday party, maybe? -- with a balloon in his hands, spinning it. Occasionally it leaves his grip and floats an inch, but he catches it, humming along to whatever music is playing.

His wings are... pretty. They're white, and clean. And he's smiling cheerfully as he looks up sometimes and observes the party. But his eyes are covered by long brown bangs, completely hidden, and he knows that sometimes it makes it hard for people to remember his face. But that's okay. He likes to be quiet and unimpressionable like that.

Sometimes he talks though. To every few people who pass by, he calls out politely:]

How do you do?

Excuse me--?

[At least there were maps and a steward who knew where he was going when she went to Manhattan. Poor Eve is lost in the woods again today, clutching her skirt and looking around nervously at the trees that all look the same when you're lost. Of course spinning around doesn't help her figure out where she is at all, and she calls out to the first person she sees walking by.]

Excuse me-- could you help me find the way to the grocery store?

[ Today in the square you might find a dark-skinned youth, poised gracefully at the top of fountain (??? how is he balancing there???), singing. He's very, very invested in this song and is singing from the bottom of his heart. He hopes that somehow, his voice will carry to the one who wrote it. He doesn't have much time...

Those that pass may notice that there is a very certain charming, drawing, and even magical quality to the song; those that are sensitive to magic may indeed notice that is the case.

And anyone that sticks around long enough is in for a surprise-- ]

[Luceti is a decidedly curious place, and just like with any mystery in front of him, what does Tintin do? Well, he sets out to solve it. Which of course means investigating each and every character he comes upon around town. Who is this person? How long have they been there? What do they know about the Malnosso? Are they dangerous? These are the things he's got to know.

When that doesn't get him too far, he'll set out to the library. Because there's no greater source of knowledge than the library! His study here doesn't do him much good, however--though that isn't to say he's not swept up into reading for awhile. Just look at all these odd books!

And later on in the evening, he'll be reading his journal while sitting on a bench in the plaza. Another decent method of gathering information...hm. But it's still very elusive, this mystery.

If you don't notice the redhead teen who looks like he's got some very serious business to attend to, then you might notice his dog, who always seems to be coming up with clever ideas of his own. Snowy goes wherever Tintin does--even if it's different dimensions.]

[Luceti is quite the beautiful place. Perhaps not so much as Koriko, but it has its charms that make it more comfy-cozy than the hustling and bustling back home. In a way it's a little like starting her witches training all over again, though writing home to her parents is going to be more than a little difficult.

During the day it's possible to spot Kiki flying around on her deck brush, soaring over shops and even going as high up as the furthest floor of the community buildings. She can be called down if you catch her attention or open a window as she passed by to say hello.

In the evening Kiki can be found without her broom, entering the item shop. She's looking for cleaning supplies. Scrubbing brushes, buckets, mops, soap, you name it. Her new apartment looked filthy so a little sprucing up is definitely in order. It might be possible to spot a black cat following her around the shop and back home. Even if she could no longer talk to Jiji he was still a dear friend, no matter where they might be.]

[Luceti is all about those wild and crazy parties. Tsubomi, however, is far from the partying type. But it's good to try something new! She wants to talk with someone or even a small group of people to try and become more sociable!! However, sometimes... Old habits die hard. She is sticking really close to the wall and wondering how to even strike up a good conversation.]

I-I-Is anyone here interested in flowers...? [Miiiight need to turn up the volume there.]

Du-hu-uuuude... ! This beach is awesome! [Man oh man, watch out, accident prone guy on the beach. Be wary, he might get caught in something.]

Man, a beach party is definitely what we need! It's gonna be fall soon, we've gotta get all that swimming out while we can, right?

[And you know. Get out in swimsuits.]

Hell, I'll even chip in if you wanna get a new swimsuit! I have good taste in those kinda things, y'know? I work at a Junes back home, a department store, so I'm up to date with all the latest styles. And if you've already gotten one all picked out, c'mon down! It'll be a lot of fun, I promise!

I haven't been swimming like this in a while, actually. Definitely not with wings or anything, so that should be... [Wait...] Hey uh, can wings get wet?

[Ororo remembers visiting Cloud Nine. It was a quaint place, lovely atmosphere and had good taste in music. She'd promised some people she would play the piano for them, before, but she never quite got around to it. What better time to get to that (finally, months and months later) than on open mic night?

Afterwards, she'll sit herself somewhere non-obtrusive to do some quiet people-watching, a mild fruity drink in hand.]

[In the forest just a little way behind house 48 there's a boy about the age of 14 with gravity-defying hair. He's staring out into the woods at the remnants of an old tree house that's very familiar to him. He frowns in thought, half-tempted to go visit the foundation before turning on his heel and walking toward the main part of the village.

He's got one destination in mind. The Brigade Room's got to still be here, right? And he was deputy vice chief once upon a time. He had every right to just barge on in.

However...the village...got bigger.]

Whoa...when did all of this happen?

Dude! What do you mean you don't make a meatless pizza?! [A little green dude is just going to storm out of the pizza parlor then, clearly kind of traumatized.] Aw man. Where's a guy supposed to go to get food around here? [~~In which we pretend I didn't use this same tag LAST test drive meme~~]

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[ Amongst what everyday chaos Luceti brings, there is a girl no taller than the average person's waistline.

For the past ten minutes, she's been gawking at the colored array of wings everyone seems to have-- and she's been telling Sakutarou, the stuffed animal that seems to be joined to her hip, all about them. Everything is absolutely amazing! It's managed to strike her curiosity in all the right ways, and everything would be just perfect if--

Suddenly, she leaps out to grab a wrist. Anyone's wrist. And once she has their attention, she'll give them a firm look and ask: ]

Uu, excuse me, excuse me! Do you believe in magic?

[ Say yes. You have to say "yes", or you can prepare yourself for divine punishment brought upon by an eight year old girl.

It's scarier than it sounds, really. ]

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[ This place is so small. Though his max velocity is reduced, Speed can get from one end to the other in, like, five minutes. It's almost maddening. Like a hamster running around in it's cage, wondering when it's going to get a freebie and into that ball so it can take a proper run.

Seriously. Everything's so nice and quaint it could easily be slapped into a Disney musical and no one would notice the difference. He's in his civvies and slouching down the street, kicking a rock every few steps. If he's got to go for a walk to have something to do then there's something seriously wrong. ]

What am I supposed to do for fun around here? [ but if nothing else, the change of scenery is enough to get his mind off of everything back home. ] Gerbils have more room to move than we do.

[It is a quiet day. With everything he's needed to finish completed, Mewtwo seeks nothing more than to sit and enjoy some tea in the quiet cafe he has come to enjoy. With his cloak wrapped about himself, he ventures inside, immediately taking a seat near the window as always. Soon enough, a delicate tea cup of Darjeeling sits before him, the aroma and steam delicious to his senses.

With barely a thought, the cup begins to glow as it lifts from the table to his mouth and he sips quietly, eyes closed to take in the flavour, then the cup lowers back to the table. The first time he'd done it a few people had been shocked... but that had also been in addition to his appearance. Now, people were used to him. It was pleasant enough, he supposed, though he preferred to be left to himself.]

[Squeak! The residents of Luceti would see a rat running through the streets this day. And right behind him, a lion cub giving chase. Simba chases the rodent every which way, not paying any mind or heed to people's feet or what have you. No he's completely focused on the rat, his natural carnivore instincts having taken over. Around in circles, over and under objects, with growls and the thrill of the chase. That is until it suddenly ends with the rat ducking into a hole. Simba skids to a stop, sits on his rump, and pouts.]

Aw man, I almost had him this time.

[A smirk then spreads across Simba's maw as an idea strikes him. He crouches near the hole, tail waving in the air.]

C'mon out little rat, I just wanna play!

[Yeah that toothy grin is really convincing.]

[You know, for a place that's so big and lively with people here, there isn't a whole lot to do--heck, there isn't even any ferris wheels or roller coasters to run around and fall off of. So Crow will have to settle for walking, sometimes even running, along the edges of the roofs from different houses and buildings instead, keeping an eye out for anything interesting going on below. Who knows, maybe there are people worth bothering or spying on...

...Huh? What's that? Running around on roofs is dangerous? Maybe for you, but you shouldn't expect him to actually listen if you try to tell him to get down from there.]

[Anyone browsing in the item shop today might see a teenage girl spinning between the aisles before coming to rest at her destination...well, they would see her. That mop of orange curls is pretty hard to miss.

In fact, that mop is sort of the reason she's in here. Modern society (well, compared to back home) is new and different and fascinating, but how on earth is a girl supposed to differentiate between "shampoo" and "conditioner" and "gel" and "hairspray" and all this other nonsense?

So Merida's studying bottle after bottle in the hair care aisle, looking more than a little puzzled. Finally she sets one back on the shelf with a frustrated groan.]

Ach, I don't understand! They all look the same! [Really, she's half a mind to give up and go for a walk in the forest, but maybe someone is eavesdropping and can help her out...]

[GUESS WHO'S BACK.

Varric can't exactly say he's happy to be back, but then again, there's plenty of interesting folks in Luceti.

Right now, though, having returned pretty recently, he feels more like getting drunk than digging up dirt on the residents. So, he walks into Good Spirits and...sort of crawls up one of the bar stools.]

Surprise me, barkeep.

A

[Bolin seems to have settled into Luceti well enough. Free food and housing is something a former street kid can always get behind. Especially the free food. At the moment he's heading back to the house with a bag of ~~groceries~~ delicious unhealthy snackfood. And he's already gotten into a bag of cookies and is talking with the fire ferret riding on his shoulder.]

Okay fine, Pabu. You can have one of these ginger cookies but don't complain to me if you ruin your dinner.

B

[Or if you're feeling a little more competitive rather than chatty, how about... an arm wrestling contest. Bolin is at a table waiting for anyone to challenge him.]

[ despite having returned home and forgetting about luceti, mccoy still knew his way around the village. nothing seemed to have changed all that much in his absence and a few days after being dropped back into the enclosure, the good doctor soon returned to one of his frequent haunts – good spirits. he needed a stiff drink to help ease his bad mood. it was a damn inconvenience coming back here. ]

[Okay this? Is paradise.

It's hard to think of it as anything less most of the time. It's all clear skies and white sand, and Bucky's sprawled out on a beach towel drying off after a swim. He's not the only one either, and he's pretty glad he came out for the beach party. The view's definitely great all around.

He knows he probably shouldn't be this relaxed, but as far as being trapped and experimented on goes, he's been worse for the wear. HYDRA wasn't big on the beach parties or building their bases in what amounts to a free resort town which - considering that their leader is a nazi with a skull for a face - would not have been all that crazy in the grand scheme of things.

But right now, he's not thinking about any of that. He's people watching, mostly, and keeping an eye on the water just in case there's any trouble.]

[[ I'm off to bed rn, will tag some in the morning/after work tomorrow! ]]

["Open mic night?" Hell, all anyone needed to do was mention the phrase in passing, and Iwasawa was practically there yesterday, acoustic guitar in hand.

She only went up to do one song, but ended up staying onstage for two full sets before taking a break for some coffee, and to take in the other performances.]

[Well, the place takes less getting used to the secound time 'round, it seems. He's already found a nice spot to live, set up one room as being for his specimens, and the other as a surgery.

It still needs supplies, of course, and he intends to see to that soon.

...And the lack of Captain Aubrey is noticed all too keenly. Stephen Maturin is trying very hard not to let that effect him too deeply. At least not that can be visible.

He's spent most of the day bird-watching and now... Well. Now there's time to get a drink. So, he heads toward Good Spirits, easily approached either on his way or once there.]

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