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

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

Comments

[widows_kiss]

[The ice in her glass clinks as she slides onto one of the stools at the bar. Green eyes are alert and watchful as Natasha scans the interior of Good Spirits, taking in the unfamiliar faces as she does so. She hasn't been here in Luceti long, so the fact that most of the faces are still unfamiliar isn't a surprise.

Despite the careful observation she's giving the room, her posture is relaxed and comfortable as she leans back, legs crossed primly in front of her as she takes a sip of her drink. She doesn't try for being invisible - that's not going to accomplish anything, after all - so instead she settles for looking friendly and curious.

She'll wait and see who comes to her, instead.]

[nitrogenius]

[Tattoi hadn't been in Luceti for terribly long - a few months, perhaps - but long enough to look forward to the winter weather. Anything was preferable to the stifling summer heat; even autumn's mild temperatures were an issue for him. Now, though, it was snowing and freezing - just right, he thought.

After an hour or so of roaming through the village and its surroundings, enjoying the chill and the quiet, one might be able to find him at Good Spirits. He's enjoying a nice cup of cold cocoa, as well as a large stack of cookies that he seemingly brought in himself. At either point, he's chatty, relaxed, and as friendly as he's ever been. He may even offer you a cookie.]

((ooc: he's half-artificial, very ragged and scarred, and leaking cold nitrogen mist from vents on his back, just under his gray wings. also, if you remember him and have concerns, please read the post in this journal.))

[kingofdogs]

[+OOC: OC | Aðal Nikolaj Zaman; see an unfinished application for apperance details including wings. Further information is located in the world writeup which is still IN PROGRESS.]

CHOICE Ⓐ

[There are ways to react to distress and there are ways not to react to distress but the general, honest opinion of it all is that people react differently so what does it matter? What matters is the situation and the situation involves and food? Food is wonderful, particularly since he came to live in this strange place where people had freak, bird wings and food could be a comfort object. Food like caramel, fucking popcorn. A delicious orgy of flavor in your mouth and damn, it could be better than sex, but that all depends on the partner and once again that's opinion.

What's tragic and where the distress of the situation comes from is that the beautiful place on isle three, right next to the bagged up sweets is where it used to sit so nicely stacked and ready for consumption. The key phrase there was used to because it was gone, all of it gone. It was all he wanted at that very moment and being such a child of id, he wanted it and he wanted it now. He could have alcohol, he could light up but for once in a long time he didn't want to end up piss drunk in a gutter. Was seventeen too old to have a temper tantrum? Certainly not.

So currently, lamenting the loss of his beloved indulgence, Aðal--looking a little disheveled--held to the end of the empty shelf and slammed his forehead dramatically against the empty block.] Why?

Why, why, why, why!

CHOICE Ⓑ

Fuck--

[When worlds change normally people have half a mind to realize that but for Aðal sometimes these things don't always hit him immediately because back home? Things like this were fun and fun is a very important aspect of day to day life. When you suddenly have nasty feathers sprouting from your back you crave that familiar taste of home, despite the smog ridden air. Back home he could scale buildings so quickly and hell, it was part of his job but here things are a little different. Maybe it's the fact that he has wings that make him a little dense when considering the jump from one building to another because he's certainly not lighter and they're certainly not helping him any here.

So far he managed to get his elbows and forearms up onto the edge of the rooftop but the issue here is that he can't seem to pull himself up any further because he's tired, and that took a lot of energy--too much, he needs a break or to stop smoking but kids gotta pick his battles. So, huffing and puffing and looking generally like a fool, a fool with asthma to be certain, Aðal's trying to save what's left of his dignity as his feet scramble along the side of the building before calling to whoever.]

Somebody? [A little louder could likely help more--but his pride is a sake here.] Help--just, help.

[derpflash]

[So because +1 sensei dragged him into Good Spirits (even if he repeatedly told him that it's a definite no) Minato can be seen looking around. Of course, he has been in local bars before in Konoha but once he became a husband and a father, he resolved that he won't frequent them anymore.

But since he's already here, he'd like to, at least, look presentable. Only he's failing at greeting.]

[heartisabattleground]

Beach
[So Sora's taking a nap down on the beach. The sunlight is shining down on him and as he snoozes away. It seems like the perfect day to take a nap doesn't it?

Too bad he was supposed to be helping with that big project here. He is, lying there. It's probably a good time to wake him up.]


Anywhere
[Today, Sora feels like exploring the place. This world was pretty big after all, bigger than most that he went to. So an adventure was what was needed here! He's already packed up what he needs and is getting ready to leave the village. But he's not going alone. He's asked a friend to come along.]

You ready?

[geezerkong]

[One sight has become unusually regular in the village: a frail and bearded ape in a rocking chair, rapping his cane around as he complains about the glory days of video games.

He doesn't stay in one place for too long... because eventually people begin avoiding him. So he often hobbles around town to plant his rocking chair somewhere else, with a fresh audience. To hear his rants, which sounds like this:]

Honestly, I thought the Donkey Kongas were bad, but this is the real bottom of the barrel. This has to be the most awful video game I've ever been stuck in. This resolution is hurting my eyes, and everything is so realistic that it's just boring. I've never had to use a bathroom in game before in my life, but now I'm going like clockwork. And another thing! Why does the item shop have all those items. Back in my day, there's only three items you needed: an umbrella, a hat and a purse! Those gave you all the bonus points you needed to get by, and you'd consider yourself lucky if you found a hammer! ...Bah, and you all need haircuts, you infuriating kids!

[spohkh]

[fidgets on bar stool looking completely lost and confused, back straight in his science blues, fingers lightly tracing lines down the glass of water]

It would seem that being in this place, though making no logical sense, is an unfortunate reality. The complete and sudden absence of all my science equipment makes this situation rather more difficult than I had originally thought. This establishment appears to be similar to that of a Terran 'bar', perhaps if I try to 'blend in', interacting with the locals will perhaps give me an answer to my current... predicament.

[carefully sips water from glass, eyes occasionally studying the movement around the bar]

[tempts]

[ There is a suave looking gentleman in your bar Luceti. He is not new to this place though and boy does he wish he could get drunk! Instead he'll just...be sitting at the counter in Seventh Heaven and downing a glass of wine. ] Bloody hell. As if the first time wasn't bad enough...

[ Grouchy snake demon is grouchy. ]

[notevenfate]

(A: Hurting/Medical Assistance Needed.)

[Her lip was busted, an open gash had been hastily wrapped around her upper arm. There'd probably be another scar there before long. A low and bitter but short laugh passed between Fang's lips shaking her frame, causing her to feel the necklaces bounce against her tanned skin. Well, wasn't this just fitting. Get out of one mess and into another. Honestly, it hurt to breath, her ribs were probably cracked but thankfully, for the most part, she'd managed to keep these damn wings out of it. Perhaps she'd gotten lucky on for that much at least. Regardless of Lady Luck being on her side or not, Fang was hurting and quite frankly was in almost desperate need of help even if she was determined to stagger her way back to a safe place. With lance strapped to her back, careful of these fal'Cie be dammed wings, bloodied and torn sari she carried on. A dribble of blood trailed down over her chin from the split lip and each step forward felt like a hundred mile march, one her body protested and strained against, muscles longing to give up and collapse beneath her. It didn't matter though, it wouldn't matter, she wouldn't allow it to.

She couldn't do that to her family after all.]


(B: Open Mic Night/Push Her Up There.)

The 'ell is this? [Eyes narrowed, examining the scene laid out before her. There was a stage set up with all sorts of Gizmos and people prancing about it. Sure, they'd had celebrations back in Oerba, but none tended to seem as elaborate or... Well, from her assessment, regular looking as this mess did. With a glance being given over the situation again, it was a split second before a microphone was nearly shoved into one of her hands and someone was attempting to urge Fang on stage. A low grumble emerged from her throat and Fang locked her stance steady. No one was budging her until she damn well knew what the hell all of this was about.]

[erosennin]

[Bar]

[So where else did you expect to find him, really? Good Spirits it is, and Jiraiya is certainly living up to the name! If you're a pretty lady, he's most certainly offering you a drink -- well, hell, if you're any kind of lady at all, anywhere between the ages of 'legal' and 'crone' he'll probably offer you a drink and flirt with you anyway, cause he's not the kind to be picky. If you're a dude... well, he'll try to pick up conversation about said ladies. Either way, he's feeling social!]

Hey, heyyy there! Come join me for a spot? You know, this place can be pretty fun! I've had drinks here I never imagined could exist!


[Anywhere]

[So that's a guy sitting out in a nice quiet spot with a pen and paper handy! Time for the author to get his authoring on, and Jiraiya's chuckling to himself as he scribbles away in his atrocious handwriting. Luceti needs better literature! And anyone who's curious is welcome to come peek over his shoulder and read a bit.

... If you do, be warned. Jiraiya's books are sold with an 18+ warning on the cover for a reason.]

[bestevolving]

[A ; Shopping Trip]

[What does a girl do when she's stuck in Luceti for who knows how long; go shopping of course. It's something to pass time, especially since everything is free. Blue is mostly interested in any shoes that Luceti has to offer. After a bit of looking, whether she dragged you to come with her or you're simply there, she shows up a pair of blue slippers to you.]

This look pretty cute, don't they?

[A ; Beach]

[It's the beach, the perfect spot to lay around and relax. With nothing better too do, Blue is laying there tanning while watching her pokemon enjoy themselves. This is certainly the life.]

[thunderfists]

[Sup Luceti. Someone is roaming around the village and the outskirts, taking in the sights. Particularly, looking for places to train and things to train with. He's dressed for the environment, totally. After all, if he could wear it abroad, he can wear it in Luceti, right?

He can also be found scoping out the grocery store and restaurant scene... Like he's looking for something in particular.]

[theogre]

[There's a woman standing outside of the furniture store holding a thermos. She looks troubled about something, for certain; it's hard to tell if she's about to go in or if she's been in and out already the way she stands, guarded, back turned to the entrance.

Of course, she doesn't look like a woman, either. She's wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, the first clothes she found that fit her well enough to wear out. She'll have to get more later. With her muscles and the scars, not to mention her deep voice and gender neutral clothing, she's more an image of masculinity.

Does anyone dare approach the Super High School Level Wrestler, Sakura Oogami?]

[tapdancinskelly]

Scenario 1:
[Brooke is at the Kareoke bar singing Dem Dry Bones.]

The toe bone connected to the heel bone,
The heel bone connected to the foot bone,
The foot bone connected to the leg bone...

[As he sings, he points out the various bones on his body. It might be considered educational... if not slightly disturbing.]

Thank you! I'll be here all night! Yohohoho!

[With that, he sits back down at his table... approach him?]

Scenario 2:
[While Brooke plays a solemn refrain on his violin, remembering those lost, and those he's left behind. Feel free to ask what he's thinking about, as he plays this little tune.]

Scenario 3:
[Brooke is practicing his fencing skills by the Rec Center. Would you like to watch his impressive maneuvers? Or perhaps challenge him yourself?]

[curiositykills]

[Day]
[Since coming to Luceti, Jason's been spending a lot of time in the library. It's not homework or anything—you could call it personal research, out of curiosity.]

Feels like I'm studying for an exam. This would be so much easier with a computer...

[He's working pretty hard, but unsurprisingly, he's not having much luck. The books keep piling up, but he'll have to quit sooner or later. Better luck tomorrow, maybe.]

[Evening]
[Homework— I mean, research, is pretty boring, and Jason is itching for something fun to do, so it's not very surprising when he eventually slips on his Robin costume and wanders about Luceti. It doesn't take long for him to confirm that it's not much more exciting than homework, though.]

It's so quiet, I'm just waitin' for something to jump out at me.

[Go ahead, Luceti—make his day!]

[infinitegrin]

➲ First Stop: Casual! Emmet's so enthusiastic, it's only a matter of time before he gets up in your business. He's surprisingly gossipy...

➲ Second Stop: "ERRMAHGERD" - you catch Emmet either geeking out hard over a book about trains, or snuggling affectionately with a giant fuzzy spider.

➲ Third Stop: (Double) Battle! This is for Pokémon trainers; if they only have one, he'll be fair with a single battle, but otherwise he fully expects a double battle!

[iditarod]

[Have a wolfdog, Luceti. You might encounter him:

A. At the grocery store! That sure is a dog(or maybe a it's a wolf?) grabbing some meat with his mouth. But don't worry! He's being really careful not to get his saliva on anything he's not taking. How considerate of him!

B. Going for a walk in the woods. It's certainly not an unusual place to see animals or anything.]

[hegemonic]

[Mitsuru is so normally busy that the lack of productive things to do is maddening. So the most logical thing to do is to at least try to gather as much information on this place as possible, take it back and then possibly try and figure out how and why all this was happening.

The Empress meanders through Luceti, journal in hand and hair tucked back in a braid, writing down notes and taking quick photos of anything she might find helpful.]