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[*] test drive meme

there is no place quite like this place if we get it on the go

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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[It is very unladylike to stare. But. Well.

Now, Faith is outright staring.

After all, for all her walking, she hadn't thought, even with the temperature what it is, to see a man stripped to the waist. The scars are chilling, but she's been told of lashings before and heard of more. Listening at the top of a stairwell to her father's stories or reading her former sweetheart's letters or intercepting notes from her brother and secreting them away for a short while to learn a little about the world outside her father's house.

It leaves an immediate bad impression, but she quickly reminds herself that even good men face lashings for many reasons.

It's far, far too bold. But there is no one to do it for her. No brother or father or cousin she can employ to the task, so she must take it upon herself. How much easier it would be if this place had some currency she could offer!]

Sir!

[A few steps closer.]

Pardon my boldness, sir. But. The wood you're cutting. Might I be able to plead the use of a small log or two? I've a hearth but nothing to burn in it and no way to acquire anything other than to ask you.

[ christ, but he's been here too long. it used to be that an hour couldn't tick by without one of the lads shouting a sir in his direction. now he could count them on his fingers. but this one comes from a startlingly female voice.

sharpe rocks back on his heels. away from his work. and he mops at his sweat-slick brow. he's brutally conscious of his miserably underdressed state but...but he was also just cavalier enough to be in no hurry to don his shirt once again.

the man turns. he sees the lady. his eyes widen -- ever so slightly. ]

Miss -- [ he begins, heavy yorkshire notes making themselves quickly apparent ] It'd be my pleasure to share and share alike. Take three. [ bloody hell. ] Take four! But -- [ bugger it all ] eh, no. If I overload you, you'll never make it home.

There's only one thing for it. I'll deliver it myself.

[ there's a thin thread of humour running through the offer. of course, he'd never have expected such a creature to carry even one log on her lonesome. ]

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

[She, of course, never once expected to have to carry wood back herself. She is a young lady of breeding. The class of the man does not even figure into it.

He is male. Therefore, he should be doing her at least this favour. That is how her world works and how it has always worked and how it will always work.]

I wish I could offer you some compensation, but this place seems intent on its abandoning of anything of that sort.

[She expects favours, yes, but not endless indulgences for nothing. If she had money, she'd happily pay for the wood.]

[ taking the risk: ] Your company on the journy would be compensation enough. Miss...?

Miss Long.

[She smiles, warm and easy. Without her male relatives to look after her, she must do it herself as best she can.]

And you, sir, are...?

Major Richard Sharpe. And your servant, Miss Long.

[ now he finally stoops to lift his shirt from the grass. ]

[Why, no. That wasn't a soft little snort or scoff at those words.

Nothing personal, Sharpe.

Her smile is a little strained, but she does try to keep it there.]

You are very kind, Major.

[ he isn't so blind as to not see that strain. hear that scoff. he hides his smirk behind the linen as he pulls his shirt back over his torso.

then, once composed: ] Do unto others, ma'am. Ain't that the golden rule?

[A less-than-polished servant to king and country, eager to help a young woman without looking for much by the way of repayment.

She knows the sort.

Sweet, charming, and, now, not to be trusted.]

Indeed, Major. I hope I shall be able to answer your generosity properly.

[She smiles warmly.]

Some mending, perhaps?

...Oh, Miss Long. [ when pressed, he seems happy to accept this token. ] Some mending would be grand.

[ sharpe kicks open a canvas tote and begins stuffing it with an adequate supply of logs. ] Seems I can't have a single one of me own articles turn up without a bullet hole or two still in 'em.

[That makes her grin.]

Wonderful. I shall be happy to mend anything you should like, then.

[Sewing, she can do. Quite well, actually.]

I'll drop the uniform jacket by your address later, perhaps? For now, let's get you and your fuel home.

[ he hefts the bag up onto his shoulder. ]

Of course, Major. Thank you so very much.

[She offers another gentle smile and turns to lead the way to the rooms she keeps here.]

No need, no need.

[ he follows at a respectful distance -- within earshot but not presuming to keep pace. ] It's my pleasure, I assure you.

It is so nice to meet a proper gentleman here, Major. [She looks back, smiling a little more.] I confess I am... quite unused to the... I should almost call it indifference... that I have found myself commonly treated with here.

[It's not that she thinks she deserves special treatment, but she is used to being treated as a different sort of creature than men. Doors opened, packages carried... and she's found little of it.]

[ he suspects he knows exactly what she means. it's the same indifferenc that had spooked him upon his arrival. no one seemed to care that he wasn't a...

well

might as well: ] I'm afraid to disappoint, miss. For I ain't a proper gentleman, but I suppose I'll do in a pinch.

[For just a moment, her expression changes as she looks at him. It's not unkind, though. Instead, there's a warming, a caution, and then it settles into the picture of gentility.]

If I may, Major-- you are far more of a gentleman than I have yet to encounter here, regardless of situation they claim to have had before here.

[ for now, he'll spare her the details: a cat lane whore for a mother and rash of murders driving him to join the army. disadvantage piled upon disadvantage.

only now does it occur to him that she'd likely seen the scars. bugger. sharpe feels a little less comfortable in his own skin. while unashamed, he doesn't want to alienate this new aquantence. ]

It's kind of you to say so, Miss Long. And although I have no grand family tree nor a fashionable name, I have my dignity. [ my honour. ] And as I understand it, there are many proper gentlemen who don't even have that.

So mayhaps I'm alright.

A great many. [For just a moment, not directed at him, her voice cools and edges on bitter.]

I would sooner be escorted by a man without a high-born name and without a penny to his name who has dignity than a man with the wealth of twenty nations who has none.

[ he needs a moment to catch his breath. sharpe's surprised. delighted! but surprised. for it's rare to find such a creature who thought such a way, he believes. but he could be a cynical bastard about his own prospects.

even now -- back home -- he had a year's salary in french gold banked. and more besides from the baggage trains at vitoria. but only two people in all the world know of it, other than himself. he'd like to keep it that way.

in a risky act of potential self-sabotage, he decides at once that he must be honest with this treasure of a young woman. honest, no matter what the price. ] Would you be escorted by a man who once served in the ranks with every other common soldier, ma'am? For I would hate to decieve, even by...

[ christ. what's the word? he can't let his memory fail him now. he can't appear so thick as to not know a simple term... ]

Ommission.

[Faith allows herself time for proper consideration of this. The thought barely bothers her at all, but to answer too quickly might seem insincere.]

You have shown me more kindness here than anyone so far, Major. To quit your company because of something that, especially here, is little more than a trifle would be most ungracious of me.

[And she has to think about Aaron and Edward. The latter still holds plenty of scorn in her mind, but the former. That is something to make her draw up.]

You have served your country, done your duty by your king. There are a great many born "gentlemen" who would not deign to do such a thing and would leave the task to others. And others still who might do so but have no sincerity in their actions.

I am, perhaps, foolish. But I have no complaints about your company, Major.

Foolish? [ he laughs. he smiles. smitten, in his own distant way. ] Nah, miss. Positively enlightened, I'd say. And I find myself fortunate in having met you.

Oh, quite foolish, I assure you.

[It's said with warm tones, though, and a soft smile. A keen eye and ear might hear the undercurrent, however, of a lesson sharply learned.]

Enough, sir, about my trifles. I should be delighted to hear about your cr-- Forgive me. [This is what comes from being too long around navy men.] Your regiment, Major.

The South Essex -- [ he brims over with pride. he'd never cared for them, at first. had damned the officers and pitied the men. they were flogged soldiers, when he found them. him and his six riflemen were folded into the regiment after the 95th had left them behind during the first retreat from spain. ]

The first battalion has no commanding officer at the moment, Miss Long. Or none in any official capacity. [ this is the modest way to explain that a simple major had beeen looking after the battalion himself. ] But I was on the business of rectifying that fact and of drumming up some replacements from the second when I found myself here, you see.

They're good lads. Brilliant, really, when given the chances they deserve.

I've heard of the Riflemen before. [Mostly deprecations, but she knows now to take the source of the information into mind, and as her opinion on him has soured all the wat through and rotted, she's inclined to look very kindly on those men.] But never had the honour of meeting one of them.

It must have been a great trial, having no commanding officers. It would take quite the man to maintain order. [She does her best to sound as if she has no idea she is complimenting him, but her soft chuckle might give her away.]

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