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[*] test drive meme

don't stop me now

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

That would be because I don't need it. [ being looked out for. certainly, a few in-a-pinch rescues never hurt anyone, but she could take care of herself in a number of crises. ]

Besides, everything I've learned since landing here sheds more than a little doubt on any zero-hour heroics. Mine or yours. But it's still...[ she offers his shoulder a nudge from her knuckles. ] If this place really is the long-haul that guide said it was? I'm not going to be ungrateful for a familiar face. [ sigh. ] No matter how selfish it sounds.

There's nothing selfish about it. [He shakes his head, reassuring her, because he pretty much felt the same. If anyone had to be stuck here, he'd much rather it not be her, but that didn't mean he wasn't glad to see her at all, either.

...of course, even if she didn't need it, looking out for her is exactly what he'd do as long as they were here. It's just a big brother thing. His grip loosens, then.] This place is different, that's for sure. But different or not, I know you'll be fine. We'll both be fine.

[ she steps back, but doesn't relinquish a light hold on his elbow. ]

No one keeps a Redfield down. [ with some distance, now, she can study his face. and wonder at how he's been before he was here and fine. but she doesn't dare ask. not outright. not yet. perhaps not at all. even before her years with terra save, she'd learned that you can't simply press individuals like chris for their latest troubles and traumas. ] S-sorry. Here we are, standing in everyone's road. Come sit with me?

[ as if she had to ask. ]

[Chris nods.]

Already planning on it. I'm sure they'll appreciate it if we get out of their way.

[Definitely no need to ask. He'll wait for her to take the lead and follow her back to her table. In the meantime, though...]

Did you just get here, too?

Mmhm. This morning, actually. [ she admits this with a sheepish tone. she doesn't feel guilt over the delay. nor even much self-doubt. just a lingering (almost child-like) disappointment over the realization that this reunion could have happened sooner. ] I should have said something immediately, but...

[ she touches the sheathed knife on her shoulder. presumably, she has something else holstered under her jacket by now as well. weapons procurement had come first.

claire points a cheeky finger-gun at the chair across the table, inviting him to sit. ]

[And take the seat he does. Between the things he was doing before he showed up in Luceti and now, he hasn't had much of a chance to relax, so this is definitely a welcome break.]

Don't worry about it. You did the right thing. [Claire certainly knew how to take care of herself, alright. Her ability to adapt was why he was so sure she'd be okay here.] Playing meet and greet with the rest of the village wasn't exactly my first idea, either.

...I don't mind it. They are an overly friendly bunch, though. Aren't they?

[ despite what she's survived, claire rarely finds herself unwilling to reach out and make friendly with the locals -- so long as those locals were alive and not attempting to eat her flesh. but this place is eerily too welcoming even by her standards. ]

Yeah. Very eager to help, too. I can't say I mind it, either, but all things considered, it feels really out of place.

[Especially after hearing about what this place was. It really isn't the kind of attitude he was expecting everyone to have. At all.]

And combined with some of the mutations I've heard about...

[ she trails off with the slightest of shrugs. it isn't the kindest way one could refer to the fact that many of the town's inhabitants seem to possess strange powers, but it's the only way she knows to articulate what she could barely believe. ] At first, I thought they were because of these experiments done by the group they call the Malnosso. But now I'm not so sure.

[ claire lifts a hand to signal another member of the staff. presumably so her brother could order himself something. ]

[Harsh though it may be, he can't really blame her for thinking of it that way, either. Considering the only person they knew of who was anything like that back home was Wesker... How else were they supposed to think about it besides something completely abnormal?]

If it's not them, that might be one less thing for us to worry about. That doesn't make it any less strange, though. Still, those people are victims just as much as we are.

Of course. [ a minute nod. chris is right: an us vs. them mentality rarely helps, no matter how much one felt on the outskirts of an already tight-knit community of...survivors, really. and she could certainly empathize with survivors. ] I just wish there was something we could do. Right now, you know? But I talked with some of the veterans, earlier today. It seems like anything I can think of has already been tried.

Yeah, me, too. [Sitting around and waiting was hardly his favorite thing to do. If he wanted to get something done, he just went for it—that was much more his style. (Nevermind that part where it was usually dangerous. You really had to wonder sometimes how he was even still alive.) Needless to say, this whole situation made him feel really... small. Useless.

There's a pause as Chris turns his attention to the waitress when she comes by again after finishing up elsewhere. As polite as ever, he only asks for water. He could probably use something a little heavier, definitely, but now's not the time for that.

After that, he turns back to Claire and continues.] If no one else could do it, I kind of doubt that we're going to be the first ones. I guess we're just going to have to do what we can. When we can.

[ she lifts her once-abandoned mug and takes a sip, although the coffee's lost most of its heat by now. ]

They're fighting a war...[ she says the words but doesn't ask the question. will you be joining it? ]

They could probably use all the help they can get. It's not like we're going anywhere anytime soon.

[Not that it's out of boredom that he'd be doing it. It's not really his cause but if it meant keeping others safe...

There was definitely no question about what he'd do.]

I don't know if I could.

[ her eyes drop to her mug and she traces its rim with her thumb's edge. ] Monsters are one thing. But...

[ chris is the one with the legitimate military background. the s.t.a.r.s. training. the firm moral compass. claire would gladly dispatch the infected and the mutated with whatever skill and strength she possessed, but fighting a war is such a separate ordeal. although these cultists hardly sounded friendly, she wonders if they were still just a little too human for her to fight.

besides, she'd joined terrasave partially so she could stop fighting and start helping. ]

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[It's not hard to figure out where she might be going with that. Even from what little he did know (without actual experience), it would be something very different for her.]

I'm sure there are other ways. You know fighting isn't the only way you can help.

[It's just what he's best at. It's what he's always done.]

[ indeed. there is always more to survival than putting a bullet in something -- or someone's -- brain. and she could do more than violence. but it was damn comforting to know that recourse was open to her if she needs it. ]

Then I'll help. Heaven knows, it would be better than sitting back and doing nothing.

[Chris nods, completely understanding. It was going to be strange being stuck here like this.]

Yeah. It sounds like we're going to have a lot of time on our hands. I know I'll feel better if I'm making myself useful.

With that settled, there's something I have to ask you...

[ she trails off, tilting her head. waiting for him to invite her to continue. ]

[He doesn't answer right away, instead thanking the waitress first when she comes to drop off the glass of water. After that, though—]

What's that?

[ claire also glances up at the waitress and -- despite not having asked for anything herself -- murmurs an additional few words of gratitude. but once they were (relatively) alone again, she crosses her arms on the table-top. ]

You, Chris. You look...different. It's hard to put my finger on it. [ but she's an intuitive little thing, and she certainly did read the guide. ] You and I? We're out of step, aren't we? The way that book said we might be.

[ sister's intuition. ]

[He can't really be surprised that she would notice. Didn't she always? They probably knew each other better than anyone, after all, and Claire was a smart one.

But even then, he's not really sure what to say about it, and it shows in how he hesitates.]

I don't know. You might be right. [It was strange to think about. Even once he knew she was here, it was something Chris hadn't given much thought to.] We haven't seen each other in a long time.

[Not that there was anything particularly strange about that.]

Hmm. On the count of three, we each say our year. Together. And hope to hell they match.

[ because if they don't? oh, she doesn't know how she'll handle such a discrepancy. ]

Alright. [He nods. Weird or not, the sooner they got this over with, the better. They needed to know where things stood.] On three.

[He'll actually leave the counting up to her, but on three, he gives his answer, as promised:]

2013.

Two-thousand and...[ she paused. oh, for the split-est of seconds! cheating just enough to hear his number and respond with a taut gasp before -- at long last and as an afterthought -- blurting out one last syllable: ] Nine.

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