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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.

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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.

[You know what, Claire, he's not even mad—

But seriously, he totally expected her to pause like that. And while the difference is a bit jarring, Chris doesn't seem as surprised as she had just now. It's not that it isn't strange, but... well, there were already things he was sure he'd end up having to talk to her about, Luceti or not. So for him, this doesn't change much.]

I guess we really are out of step. A little more than I thought.

[Or, well. Maybe a lot more. That was a long time.]

...I suppose there are questions I probably shouldn't ask. But -- at least now I know you make it to 2013. That's, what? Almost a decade's worth of worrying off my shoulders.

[There was so much she didn't know about—the incident at Spencer's mansion, the Kijuju incident, the war in Edonia, and the troubles he had coping with all of it.

But even then, he can't help smiling, just a bit, at what she says.]

You doubted me? You should have a little more faith in your big brother. [The small smile drops, then.] But I guess that's one good thing about all of this.

I'd say we've got some catching up to do, but that's a lot of ground to cover.

[But more than that, he didn't know if she'd want to. Who wanted to hear about the future from someone else?]

I never doubt you -- [ she says with the sort of fervour that only a younger sibling could summon from the far corners of her spirit. she may despair of his recklessness, despite sharing in it. and she may feel knots of worry in her gut when she doesn't hear from him on a regular basis. but she also has the utmost faith in him, his experience, and his judgement.

and yet. and yet -- the day when she receives the phone call she's always feared, telling her that chris redfield has fallen in the line of duty, doubtless protecting someone else and doubtless for the best of causes...? she's not sure if knowing it was heroic will be comfort enough. ]

But I don't stop worrying, either. And we don't have to catch up all at once. [ besides, she could already glean a few key clues from his arrival. ] We can start slow.

I'm teasing. [But from her response, it's so clear that she really doesn't doubt him, and it's reassuring in more ways than one. It was nice to have that.

He shakes his head, though.] I don't even know where to start. A lot's happened. [Of course, when he thinks about it, maybe the most important thing that's happened is...] Wesker's dead. For good, this time.

[That kind of ups Chris's chances for survival by quite a bit, so that's definitely a good thing...!]

...Dead? Truly?

[ this one may take a moment to sink in -- as if she doesn't dare believe it's true. and as if she wastes a second or two wondering whether she should feel guilty over how much relief such news provides. is it ever right to feel victory in anyone's death?

yes. this time? a thousand times yes. wesker was not a creature deserving of her sympathy.

she slumps backwards -- as if the news has temporarily stolen away all her energy. ] You were there?

[ did you see it? did you do it? ]

[He nods. Oh, he was most definitely there.]

I'm the one that killed him.

[He speaks with such confidence—there's no doubt there, and certainly no regret, either. Not in the least. If it were anyone else, he might have. Anyone else, and he'd feel bad for how good it made him feel to have done it.

But not Wesker. If there's anyone who really, truly deserved to die? It was that guy.]

[ her sigh is soft. satisfied. her brother's soul isn't one she frets for and ending an abomination like albert wesker should never leave a smudge on his conscience. hell, claire's convinced she wouldn't have resented doing it herself -- but that conclusion came from a well-buried source of rage and pain over what wesker had done to her. seven years ago.

she may bring enthusiasm and a genuine smile to her every day existence, but even now there were still nightmares. wesker has haunted many of them. ]

Thank God. Chris -- you never fail to make the world a better place. [ in some ways, she envies him. terrasave is a good thing but the harvardville incident taught her not to trust in it too wholly. good things could still cause pain. ]

I wish it were that easy. Even though he's gone, I know there's always going to be more people like him.

[It was a fact. It's not like bioterrorism simply disappeared because Wesker was gone. Hell, even with him dead, it seemed like that whole thing still followed him around, and maybe it always would? But even then, maybe it was different. No one would ever be as bad as Wesker was. It might not be the most optimistic thing to say, but he still had faith.]

But it really feels like a weight off my shoulders. Knowing that he won't be able to hurt anyone again is a relief.

[ a relief she shares. and with this new intelligence settling in her brain, claire takes a great gulp of lukewarm coffee. she barely tastes it; her mind is so busy with other thoughts. she and chris had once sworn -- together -- to dismantle umbrella as best they could in their own particular ways. god -- what a victory was represented by wesker's defeat!

thoughtfully: ] Is this the first time you've told me? Or the second?

[ did you tell me in your past and my future? ]

don't stop me now

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and by nine i meant five. this is what i get for watching gordon ramsay while i tag. good job, aly.

ahaha oh wow, I didn't even notice. CLOSE ENOUGH.

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