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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

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.]

[ quite the man. and sharpe had fought extra hard for the respect of his men, for they'd once seen him as nothing but a gilded version of themselves. and in some lights, that was true enough. ]

The South Essex carries muskets -- [ he explains. ] I was of the 95th, but the company I was with got cut off during a retreat to Corunna, miss. The rest of the rifles sailed home and we were snuck into the South Essex. [ rather than send them home, the duke had wanted to hoard as many rifles as he could. ]

But we still wear our green jackets, amongst the red. For it is a grand honour to be picked for the rifles -- [ an elite unit, they were. hand chosen from regular regiments. the scantest hope for social elevation a common soldier might normally wish for, aside from cases like sharpe's. ] and we clung to our colour and our motto even as we were shoved about.

First on the field, and the last off of it. That's us.

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

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