don't stop me now

[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

[blokeraider]

Ah, she was new. Maybe that explained things a little. He felt halfway guilty for giving her a hard time now. But not enough to actually do anything about it.

"So you're still new. How long?"

[otype]

"A few weeks." She held up a hand. "Before you say it, yes -- I did all the reading. And no, I won't saw my own feathers off."

Because as warm as the welcoming committee had been, their broken record advice had gotten very old very fast. Although Claire had made no bold attempts to establish her own cool head in a crisis credentials, she was still surprised how often self-proclaimed veterans were still trying to counsel her through this ordeal.

[blokeraider]

"One month for me. Which I figure makes me the expert here. First off, don't tar your wings. That's just bad and will ruin their natural sheen. Secondly, don't feed them after midnight. And of course the most important rule is don't touch other people's wings without permission."

He figured his advice would, at least, be original.

[otype]

This garnered some laughter.

"See, no one mentioned that last part in the brochure. Are they holding out on me?"

[blokeraider]

"We try to keep that a secret until at least the third week. So don't tell anyone I told you ahead of time."

[otype]

"Sounds like collegiate-level hazing, if you ask me."

[blokeraider]

"I never claimed to be mature. I just act the part sometimes."

[otype]

"...And this afternoon certainly hasn't been any of those times, I take it?"

This wasn't so bad. Simple conversation that had so very little to do with grand corporate schemes or bare survival. It was a relief.

[blokeraider]

He chuckled. "Go easy on me. It's not every day I get caught reading fantasy novels."

[otype]

"If you were trying to hide it, Nathan, then you were doing a pretty poor job at keeping stealthy. Try removing the dust jacket, next time."

[blokeraider]

He looked down at the book. "Rookie mistake. Maybe there's something to that so-called power cap after all."

[otype]

Her head tilted. Another smile. Was he for serious...?

"Wait. Are you trying to sell me on the notion that you are usually so clever that their on-board security feature is what's dumbed you down to this point? That's creative. I plan to use that one in future."

[blokeraider]

"It's a tragedy, isn't it? If I was at full power, trust me, you'd be very impressed."

[otype]

"Maybe. Maybe not. For all you know, eggheadedness could be a real turn-off for me." She waggled a finger in his direction. "Throw in a lab-coat and you might just disqualify yourself from the running."

The running for what? Well, presumably the one for men attempting to impress her. Which, frankly, had never been all that many. Either she was too busy or they were interested in other women or they died: story of her life. These days, at least. Before Raccoon City? Well. Life had been different. Life had been a string of barely-serious liaisons.

[blokeraider]

"I'm running for something now?"

He looked innocent. Perhaps forcefully so. But playful as he was being, he wasn't specifically looking to impress her in that way.

[otype]

"...For mental superiority, perhaps." A thoughtful pause. "If this cap truly is in place, I'm not sure I'm impressive enough to activate it myself. Oh, the joys of being average."

Not that she felt average. Not that she was average, by a number of standards. But in a town were so many seemed eager to establish themselves as this or that badass, Claire was happy to kick up few fusses.

[blokeraider]

He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.

"Personally, I'm excited about this average thing. My life would've been a lot simpler back home with Iron Man around."

Saving the world was hard. And it hurt. And there was absolutely no money in it.

[otype]

He was so relaxed! And certainly, by most measures, she was hardly tense. But rather than sprawl about in her relaxation, she draped forward. Elbows on the table. Chin on her knuckles.

"I suspect many would say the same. But I'm still a little wary of saviours in suits, you know?"

It wasn't that she resented their power or their ability to help. By all accounts, the above-average crowd in Luceti seemed to do a lot of good for their fellow man. But Claire was acutely aware of how much she didn't want to depend entirely on strange heroes.

[blokeraider]

When it came down to it, Nathan wasn't interested in saving the world for the sake of being a hero. He just had the unfortunate luck of being often in situations where no one else could. Being the only man for the job was an unenviable position and he felt absolutely no remorse to have that position removed.

"You prefer them in tights?"

[otype]

"Body armour, actually. Preferably the kind that comes standard issue with a very classy side-arm."

[blokeraider]

"You just described the opposite of what I tend to imagine saviors to look like."

That described the kind of guys he had to kill. A lot.

[otype]

"Blame my brother. Every girl thinks her big brother is her own personal superhero, I think. And mine just happens to frequently wear the olive drab, if you catch my drift."

Although she implied military, she didn't outright say it. The BSAA wasn't simply a military outfit, and her faith in Chris was rooted in something long before the BSAA's creation. But the explanation wasn't important enough to be put to words. The implication was enough.

[blokeraider]

"And just my luck, I never thought to have a little sister." He gave a low, disappointed whistle.

[otype]

"That is truly too bad. We make excellent for excellent fan clubs."

[blokeraider]

"And now I'm here. My dreams of fame and fanclubs are over."