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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

The gods know every man's fate, but you have to work for it. They won't just hand it to you, especially if you're supposed to be great.

[He smiles, looking at her.]

That's the trick, you see. You don't know what they've got written for you-- at least, most people don't. So you have to try for what you want, and they'll reward you with what you've shown them you've earned.

[Elizabeth's expression turns a little complicated, as though she's trying to work this out and reconcile it with the things she's seen. ...and the things she's opened up and stepped through.]

[She looks back down at the wound and starts wrapping it.] Sounds like there's two plans then--one for if you work for it, and the other happens if you don't. Guess you always have to have a backup plan.

The gods have their ways, if they want something to happen. And they have their favorites they take care of. [He's still smiling, quite happy with this conversation. Any discomfort she might be feeling, he isn't acknowledging.]

Greatness doesn't fall into anyone's hands, but if someone's meant to be great? The gods will make sure he manages it. Now, he's stubborn? They can take a lot away, drive him to the moment where he will be great.

And their favorites they torment, probably. [Elizabeth focuses intently on the wrapping, trying to direct her mind elsewhere. But all she can think of is that moment when Comstock had known he had been brought to that moment of potential greatness. And then everything was stripped away piece by piece. But what kind of god would allow the destruction that Comstock caused, just to watch him fall?]

[Thinking about why is making her slightly dizzy. She finishes wrapping the bandage and fishes around in her bag some more.] What's your name?

Some of the gods are not so kind, it is true. [It's said with blissful ease. Men suffer, of course. Haraldson, for one. But that was the price of greatness, so far as he saw. It could not come easily; the gods would have no use of great men if they were fashioned out of dried mud.

They had to endure the flames to be truly great, hammered like a sword made by the best of blacksmith's. And some -- most -- would eventually destroy themselves. Usually when they became too confident that the gods would always be on their side.

She asks his name, and he lets the subject drop.] Floki. And you are?

Floki? [Elizabeth grins--it's the strangest name she's ever heard, to be certain. But with all these different worlds coming together, she should get used to people with odd names.]

I'm Elizabeth. [A handkerchief and another bottle of rubbing alcohol come out of the bag, so she can clean herself up after handling Floki's bandaging.] Where and when are you from?

I'm from Norway. [He smiles.] In the first year of Jarl Ragnar, after Jarl Haraldson. [Well, it's as specific as he can get, really.]

And you... Elizabeth? [To him, it's a strange name. Stranger than he usually hears. It sounds Christian. But he'll try not to hold that against her.

Too much.]

[Well, it sounds Christian because it is. Ostentatiously so. But what else could be expected from someone like the Mighty Prophet Himself?]

I'm from, ah, it's hard to describe I guess... But I've heard of Norway! [She tilts her head, looking very intently at Floki's face and then his axe.] Oh!! [She exclaims it as though she's just put two concepts together that hadn't been matching up quite right, fist smacking her palm. Have a pointing finger too, Floki.]

Are you a viking? Or just a... Norwegian man with an axe? [Who was completely fine violently hacking off people's limbs and sitting next to them, and then complaining about the lack of things to steal... It's kind of a shot in the dark, but Elizabeth hasn't come across any other representations of Scandinavian people in her library. And she sure doesn't know who Jarl Haraldson is--though she sort of wishes she did now. Might give her a clue.]

Ah, I am. [He grins again, tilting his head to observe her carefully.

She's not from their land or possibly their time. Those sorts of strange things happen here, he's found. But she knows of the vikings, knows where they're from. The gods have let them leave a legacy, then.

That's good to know.]

Wow... [Elizabeth takes him in again. When she had first arrived in Luceti, there were so many things that she'd only read about that she finally saw up-close. Though she hadn't thought that she could meet people she had read about. Why not, though? She could do stranger things.]

...sorry, I just. I'm a little strange. [She remembers she's holding a handkerchief with rubbing alcohol and keeps awkwardly cleaning her hands.] I've spent almost all my life in the same few rooms. Reading, mostly. So the past few weeks have been like seeing the sky for the first time after being told stories about it for years.

That, I can't imagine. Missing the open air, the sky, the sea. [Floki grins as he stands, putting his axe by his side.]

Come, we will move on, and you will tell me the things you have read. [It's friendly enough... and there's no fighting or anything to claim as his here now, so that meant it's time to move on. Time to find new enemies. And perhaps new loot.]

You know, after I escaped, I didn't know how I lived without being outside. I guess I still don't know. [She sticks the handkerchief she's been cleaning up with into her bag and closes it, standing up with Floki.]

I'll talk about what I've read--I could talk for ages. But only if you tell me about the ocean. [She grins up at him. The ocean, that is something she hasn't seen. A fake one floating in the sky, sure. But Elizabeth imagines the real thing is vastly more impressive.]

Have you ever been to France? Or-- [She frowns and thinks. What would Floki know it as?] Or, um... Gaul? [That's probably way too far back, but she really can't get a date on when Floki is from.]

We have been to England, but I have not heard of Gaul or France, I am afraid.

[Then, he laughs, and a peevish smile comes across his face.] Ah, no. No. Tell me of what you've read. I won't say a word about the ocean.

[He waits for a few moments. Just enough to let her (he assumes) get worried or angry or upset.

He likes to rile people.

Then, another laugh, and he announces, his voice low and hushed, eyes intense, like he's revealing a great secret:] When we return to the village, I will take you there. I've a boat. One that goes in rivers just as good as the sea. Nothing you hear will compare to seeing it, I think.

[Did he really just... hold on now... what, really? Elizabeth frowns and arches her eyebrow in extreme annoyance--she was about to rattle away about Paris, the least Floki could do was talk just a little bit about the ocean, and--]

[Oh.]

[Well. Mission accomplished. Though she thinks Floki's laughing at her put-out expression until he speaks again. Then she's excited--extremely excited.]

You have a boat? There's an ocean in the village? [Two things she didn't know could happen in Luceti: boats, and an ocean. So amazing, she almost steps on a body (just almost, she slides around it quick enough).]

Yes! Let's go! When we get back, I'd love to go! [She hops a little bit. That's as good as talking about the ocean, she's satisfied enough to keep up her end of the agreement.]

Right-- France! France is near Britain, across a narrow body of water called the English Channel. Some people have tried to swim across it, from England to France. Or the other way around could be done too, I guess. Someone did it in twenty one hours.

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