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

[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.

[inheavenslight]

Why what? [A calm male voice said from behind the screaming teen.]

[kingofdogs]

Why, wh-- [Hark, the sound of a voice, the sound of a voice that could be grating sometimes but that was purely the sound of Luce which was more of a call. The call of the highly religious man who had made two weeks of his life a three ring circus of worship. The look on his face isn't exactly jumping for joy when he turns to look over his shoulder at the man, his brows furrowing.]

They're all fuckin' out. [A wild gesture to the empty shelves, the travesty of them--before he's shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking at the bottom of the unit.]

I come here for one little thing and the stupid place is out of 'em! Just one, little thing and it's not even somethin' that's bad for me!

[inheavenslight]

[The Judge raised a brow as he tried to remember why this man looked so familiar.]

Out of what?

[kingofdogs]

[Clearly Luce doesn't memorize grocery store isles more regularly and with that? He should, because knowing what you want, getting and getting out is crucial to survival if not everyday sanity. A frown, a pause then a head nod towards the lack of sustenance.] Only the most precious of snack foods I've ever tasted.

Caramel popcorn! Clearly a gift from whatever god's running this fucked up joint and they're out. It's a travesty, really and someone should be fired. Fired for not keepin' it in stock.

[inheavenslight]

No one works here. [Luce only cares about potatoes you know.] It is all self-ran somehow.

[kingofdogs]

Well they-- [A pause, then a noise of frustration and he's turning on his heels to take a step or two down the isle. It's only a few though before he's already turning around to regard Luce with a huff of breath.] Well someone should get sacked for not doin' their fuckin' job.

Probably the same guy who decided to experimental with the people here and stick wings on 'em.

[inheavenslight]

The Malnosso. The group who kidnapped us, did you not read the guide?>

[kingofdogs]

[There's a significant pause before Aðal manages to skew his face into an expression that likely questions Luce's intelligence.] Do you really think I would read that thing?

Like hell I'm goin' calm down to read some guide--? [Defensive because he's not the best at reading it didn't really take priority in his world, so sue him.] You see, I was little more focused on the fact I had wings sproutin' out of my back.

[inheavenslight]

Which is quite understandable. [Luce nods.] But in short, everything is odd self ran for the most part.

[kingofdogs]

That's because it's a fucked up ghost town, for all the people and things wanderin' around. [He seems to shake something off before turning back to the isle. Reaching up, he bites on the cuticle around his thumbnail.]

Someone's hidin' face and whoever it is need's t' make sure their shelves are stocked! It's poor business, yeah?

[inheavenslight]

Remember, they are making no money off of it due to no currency. So just because they do not have you popped corn doesn't mean you should throw a tantrum.

[kingofdogs]

Man-- [He tenses and turns around, walking quickly up to the other so he's in his personal space. Space is no big deal where he comes from, people are close all the time unless they are in mourning or have to deal with death some way but in the Dust Bowl this is normal. His eye contact is not though because for his culture it's not a sign of respect.

And he's looking Luce in the eye.] I'm not two, I fuckin' get it--there's no currency, I get that you get it. I just want my popped corn, yeah?

[inheavenslight]

[And Luce steps back. Hey brah, don't invade the personal space.]

You're acting it.

[kingofdogs]

[It's natural, give him some slack but he likely knows by now that Luce doesn't like. Keeping his ground though, he doesn't move closer.] I think I have the right t' be pissed off.

I didn't ask t' be here! I didn't asked t' be introduced to their cuisine and get addicted to that sweet shit. [A pause.] Repercussions.

[inheavenslight]

No one asked to be here. And we should be at least glad they provide us with food until we could maintain our own stock of it.

[kingofdogs]

You're an unmovable fuck, you know that? [Frustration--why wont he react? It's so easy for other people!]

It's a fucked up place and you're defending the people who did this to us! Oh, well--oh dear, yes they've given us food even though they brought us here against our will I think I'll bake them something. [E X H A L E.]

Seriously?

Second one?

[fearless_leader]

Hang on, I got you.

[There's a green three fingered hand reaching down from the roof, to try and grab Aðal's arm and pull him up to the roof. Leo's voice is calm, at least.]

absolutely awesome!

[kingofdogs]

What--? [Three fingers--that's not the norm of society now is it? Aðal's seen some pretty interesting alien species in his life but he's fairly certain they had more than three fingers. Still, due to the nature of his childhood the green colored, shelled man doesn't freak him out as much as it should, only giving a second to double take and move his grip to the others.]

Are you sure you got me? 'Cause sometime's people say they have you and they don't then--yeah okay, you got it. [He rambles as in the momentum, he follows the tug and clambers over the side of the building. He's quick to hop away from the ledge and look over to the masked individual.]

You're a fuckin' lifesaver, friend. I--I need to breathe. [Weeze, hack, cough--okay.]

\o/

[fearless_leader]

Nah, I won't let you fall.

[Leo doesn't travel by rooftop as much as he used to. But fortunately tonight was one of those nights, that he indulged in it. Fortunate for Aðal especially. Surprisingly he's more used to not being screamed at then he arrived. Somebody screaming would startle him more. His grip is firm and strong as he helps the man up and over the ledge of the roof. Letting go once he's sure the man has his feet. He turns and nods at the man's thanks.

His face turns to concern, though, at the man's coughing. Plus his saying he needs to breathe]

Are you alright? [Does he need to call someone?]

Re: \o/

[kingofdogs]

That's good, that's good. Good people, or aliens--whatever the fuck, don't let other people fall to their deaths. [The wayward teen is grateful that's for sure because there is no telling who exactly is travelling rooftops at night and while it's common practice homeward bound? Not so many people are likely fond of it in a place like this; a place with wings, nasty disgusting bird wings--alright, alright he's getting himself worked up again over birds as he coughs again, turning his head to the side and inhaling with a small wheeze.]

Shit--no, no I'm fine. [Forcing his posture from hunched to standing he lets out a slow, even breath.] Lungs, you know?

Can't live with them, can't live without them.

[fearless_leader]

That's not my style.

[Not unless you were his enemy anyway. And then it would depend on which enemy. The wings are an annoyance, but Leo's taken the time to find his balance with them. Though keeping them folded against his shell doesn't hurt either.]

Uh...right. [He is at least standing up straighter now.] So...was this your first time climbing up to the roofs?

[kingofdogs]

[On the other hand, Aðal's are all over the place and about as animated as he is. He has not really gotten a hold of them and right now they are about as ruffled as he is; even though he's getting calmer, taking another deep breath and looking more fully at the larger man? Creature--however he should consider him.] I used t' climb a lot.

Where I come from though? Everything's much smaller together, compact. [He makes the motions with his hands to visualize that.] I thought maybe the wings would make it easier--wow! Wrong though, totally wrong.

You're a big guy, those little wings help you much?

[fearless_leader]

Heh, sounds like me back home. My brothers and I ran, and climbed, rooftops all the time. Only...I'm used to much taller buildings. [Growing up in the big city and all. As for the wings uses.]

The wings aren't usable in flight. [That much might be obvious.] We're too big and heavy for them to carry. They'd have to be much bigger for us to fly. [His understanding of it anyway.]

The only use they have is keeping us alive. Since if they're removed we can die. Injuring them can make us sick.

SORRY FOR THE WAIT! was in travel transit.

[kingofdogs]

Yeah? [His interests are suddenly taken completely and he turns to the other, quietly contemplative if this other guy could have been one of the many alien races rolling about his own planet.] Taller, closer together--levels and levels of endless chances. You just don't get that here.

[At those last comments though, he wrinkles his brow and gives the other a look. It's not like he paid very close attention when arriving her; a little too angry to do that and to care much about it.] Removin' 'em kills yah?

Fuck, man. I'm glad I never gave int' that attempt--I fuckin' hate birds, these things freak me out.