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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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]

[It has been long enough for Zevran in the village for him to have gotten a feel for the populace. Aside from that one terribly pale and shirtless fellow, he hadn't seen anyone else with the pointed ears common to elves. It wasn't that much of a surprise, many worlds did not have elves, or so he was told. As such it is something of a surprise to settle in at his usual stool at the bar to find a very tall, very odd looking...elf?

Most he knew were not so tall. Nor were they so fine boned. The ears have it, and that is proof enough for him.]

You seem a bit lost, my friend.

[Spock can sense that he is being scrutinized. He is mildly surprised however to see who is studying him. The humanoid appears to come from Vulcan descent... though that does not seem to be the case. The structure is all wrong. Curious.]

Your familiarity is unwarranted, however you assessment is correct. Not long ago I found myself suddenly outside of this establishment without any of my equipment and no explanation. Perhaps you can tell me where we are? I have yet to interact with any of the locals. Though, I am curious, may I inquire as to your species of origin?

...

[Definitely not an elf. Unless he's a very foreign, very odd Tranquil. Zevran orders himself a glass of brandy and while waiting, turns to better face the not-elf.]

You are in Luceti, a strange little village with, quite literally, a little of everything in terms of it's inhabitants. Specifically we are in Good Spirits, you are interacting with a local right now, and I'm an elf. I take it that you are not one yourself despite your misleading ears for I have never met one quite so...flat.

[Looks to be not sure whether to take 'flat' or 'elf' as the greater insult. However, he takes it in stride and instead focuses on the new information]

Fascinating, and yet also disturbing as I do not know how I came to be here. Kadi'ith....

[stares at the elf, most pointedly at his ears...]

I must admit I am intrigued by your species claim... I have been accused of being part of such a race. Though mainly dealing with Terrans on a regular basis, the accusation was illogical due to the fantastical nature of such a species. Are you aware of the Vulcan race?

At least you did not appear in a stranger's bed. That led to a very...interesting first day, here. [Zev chuckles to himself, so much trouble, and so little time to cause it. Ah, that had been a fun morning.]

Honestly I do not see how one could accuse you of being an elf, you are too tall, your bone structure too fine, your mannerisms too stiff, and you lack the quaint charm of my race. Then again, so do most city elves.

[He lifts a shoulder and sips his brandy contemplating the last question. Vulcan. In all his time listening and studying, he'd heard nothing of the race. Pity.]

If that is what you are, then I am very much aware of one now. And would not mind being made further aware.

[an eyebrow raises in response to the first comment]

Fascinating, then I will consider myself fortunate that I managed to appear outside of this establishment.
I am amenable to giving you a history of my Vulcan ancestry, however, perhaps now is not the ideal time. Perhaps instead you could tell me who you are and whether or not Luceti is a transitional place? What is the amount of time one is expected to spend here? What is the purpose?

[continues to fidget with his glass of water]

[Fantastic. An intellectual sort. Zevran will simply have to try a little harder if he wished to see more of this 'Vulcan'.

Challenge Accepted.]

I am Zevran Arainai, and much like yourself I am but a random acquisition of this village. It does that, you see, in cycles. There is a very informative guide in a book that should have appeared close to wherever it was you woke upon your arrival here with your name on the front. All of your questions and quite a few more will be answered there.

I am Spock. Your acquaintance has been beneficial.
[looks down and appears as sheepish as a Vulcan can...] I may not have been completely forthcoming regarding my appearance here. If you will excuse me, if what you say is true about the book, I will return in approximately 2.30 minutes.

[Spock rises from the bar stool with cat-like grace and exits the establishment. He returns, book in hand, approximately 2.30 minutes later and takes his place once again at the bar stool. He gives his attention to Zevran...]

It would seem that the nature of my appearance made it highly unlikely to find anything that would have been addressed to my person. This resource should prove very helpful, I express my gratitude.

[looks at the book and starts flipping through it, reading at an amazing speed.... it should only take him a few extra minutes to finish the whole thing... not like he is trying to avoid Zevran or anything....]

[Spock closes the book and gently places it on the bar counter. Though his facial expression does not give anything away, there is a tell-tale hint of green slowly growing on the tips of his ears. Spock is not in the habit of leaving out information, but when it comes to situations that are undignified in nature, then he may be convinced otherwise.
Keeping his head down...]

Though highly illogical, I now comprehend the situation. I confess however that it is probable I may have concerned some of the local inhabitants in the process of retrieving this book.

[Given that Spock is both a Vulcan and a member of Starfleet, Grune is probably one of the less unusual beings he's encountered over the course of his career--even taking into account the naturally aqua hair.

Her personality, now...well, he's about to find out exactly how unusual she is firsthand, because she's currently approaching him with a warm, welcoming smile.]

Hello. Isn't it a nice day?

[Spock gives his attention to the approaching stranger, taking in the odd apparel and hair colour.]

Greetings, I am Spock. I acknowledge that the nature of the conditions outside are considered agreeable by most beings, however "nice" is a matter of personal opinion. If you are looking for my own opinion I have none beyond the fact that the temperature is lower than optimal. [Spock is, after all, only in a pair of white pants... Vulcans like to be warm.]

[His response...is a blank look. With her memories sealed, Grune is a very simple woman, and that was not a very simple answer.

After a pause, she says:] Oh, are you a little cold?

[Spock can sense that not everything was understood. However, he wonders why he is also apprehensive to answer the question...]

In answer to your question, yes, I am experiencing temperatures which are not favourable to my anatomy.
What is your name?

[Spock tries to suppress an oncoming shiver, but is unsuccessful.]

[This, now, she does get--very well, in fact.]

I'm Grune! It's very nice to meet you. What's your name?

[My, he really does look cold. They should find him something warm to wear very soon.]

[Spock has barely known Grune for two minutes, and yet he finds the expression on her face makes him apprehensive and curious as to what actions she might take...]

I am Spock. Do you know where I might find suitable garments?

Oh, yes. There are lots and lots at the clothes shop. Why don't we get some together?

[She gives him an encouraging smile.]

I am amenable to that suggestion as long as it is not an inconvenience to you.

[Spock gets up from his stool and stands at attention next to Grune. He waits patiently with his hands clasped behind his back, stiff and imposing (normal Vulcan look). Compared with Grune's 5'9", Spock's 6'2" gives him a towering look.]

[...That was a yes, wasn't it? She's just going to assume so.]

Oh, no, I don't mind at all!

[Grune usually wears heeled boots, but even if she didn't, poor Spock wouldn't be too towering to her--not when she has several friends approaching seven feet tall.

And here is where Spock's apprehension is justified, because Grune? Is holding out her hand for him to take. Yes.]

[Spock waits for a moment before he realizes that Grune is actually holding out her hand. It would seem that he is expected respond to this gesture. He should not be surprised, because he can safely assume that she does not know anything about his Vulcan physiology.]

I... appreciate the gesture, however I hope you do not take offense if I do not follow through with such an action. I am a touch telepath, therefore my hands are... sensitive. I will merely follow you to our destination.

[This is about as placating as a Vulcan can get...]

[Grune gives him a bit of a curious look, but she lets her hand drop back to her side. She doesn't sound offended or even slightly put out when she says:] All right. It's over this way.

[She leads him to the door--slowly.]

[Curious... Spock was, how they say, 'waiting for the other ball to drop'. Grune's reaction was not exactly what he was expecting... indeed, he did not know what to expect. Slightly shivering, Spock follows closely behind Grune.]

[Once they're outside, Grune asks:] Have you found a home yet?

It would seem that I am at present without residence. However, I deem that it will not take long to rectify my current 'homeless' situation.

[Spock looks at Grune and asks...] Do you have a permanent residence in this place?

[A/N: I can't wait for Grune to dress Spock... XD]

Yes, that's right. I live in House 34! [From the automatic way she give the information, it's quite clear somebody (AKA Fenimore) had to pound this into her head.]

[OOC: This should definitely be good. :Db]

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