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

[selfhelp]

[Billy had just come in for a shake; it's hot today, and he figured it would make a nice treat. He hadn't expected to see the Black Widow sitting at the bar counter.

Ohhhhh god.

He approaches the counter and makes his order, but while he waits he keeps casting glances in her direction, trying (and failing) not to stare in awe.]

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha smiled at the bartender when her glass was refilled without her even having to ask. The concept that there was no working currency here was still a little mind-boggling. Not that she normally had to worry about buying her own drinks, but that wasn't the point.

She shifted in her seat a moment, her thoughts drifting off on a tangent before she felt the familiar sensation of being watched. She let her gaze drift, finding the source with little trouble. He was young, and watching her with the obvious signs of recognition, even though she was pretty sure she didn't recognize him in return.

Then again, she'd been getting that a lot since the attack on New York. Which made her wonder how useful she was going to be in going under cover in the near future.

...Considering if she got home again, of course.

It didn't stop her from giving the boy an assessing look and then a faint smile, tilting her head to the side as she eyed him in return.]

Can I help you?

[selfhelp]

[She smiled at him. Asked him a question. It all seems very nice and polite.

He still feels like he's going to get himself killed here.]

O-oh... no, I just...

[...Idiot, she's a spy. She's like the spy. Is he seriously going to try to lie to her?]

...I think I recognize you, that's all. Sorry for staring.

[widows_kiss]

[Her smile deepens a little at his stammered answer, amused by it, but she has some sympathy on him as she inclines her head in acknowledgement.]

You don't need to apologize for that, it's not a crime. Have we met? I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I'm usually pretty good at remembering faces.

[selfhelp]

[He's just going to quietly hope to god that he's got it right, here. The enthusiasm he feels about meeting her is winning against his nerves, bit by bit.]

You're with the Avengers, right? I've saw you on TV.

[Which is still technically true, they were just kind of old documentaries.]

[widows_kiss]

[His enthusiasm makes it easier for her smile to warm, even if inwardly she's grimacing at the fact that she's recognizable, because that is the worst possible thing for a person in her line of work, but she'll deal with it and it will die down. It's not as if her face hasn't been plastered places before, if for vastly different reasons. Hell, her last official trip to Moscow alone had taken over a year to die down. But that was beside the point.

At his question, she just nodded in agreement, figuring that was the easiest story to go with.] Yes, I am. It's still a little unnerving how fast word has spread. Are you from New York? Before here, I mean.

[selfhelp]

[Wow, she's... nice. This is not what he expected at all. It's a huge relief, and he finally manages to relax- he still has no idea what world she's from, or when, for that matter, but she's smiling, and that's good enough for him.]

Yeah, I grew up in Manhattan. Kind of a ground zero for alien invasion...