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

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

[neverfears]

[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?]

[otype]

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.

[neverfears]

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...!]

[otype]

...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? ]

[neverfears]

[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.]

[otype]

[ 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. ]

[neverfears]

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.

[otype]

[ 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? ]

[neverfears]

The second. It's been three years for me. [There's a brief pause. He could leave it at that, but instead, he adds:] You were pretty relieved back then, too.

[Chris knew it would probably be strange for her to hear, but there wasn't much point in trying to lie about it, either. If he were in her shoes, he'd probably want to know as much as she could tell him. There was no question about it.]

[otype]

[ she tries to imagine three years of solid faith in wesker's death. yes -- the relief comes just as easily, today. ]

But the intrepid Chris Redfield continues on. [ almost -- almost -- sad. it really would be too much to hope that toppling wesker would being professional peace for her brother. there are too alike in this capacity: never really ready to stop fighting their own battles in their own ways. ] Are you still with the B.S.A.A.?

[neverfears]

I think so, yeah. [He nods. It's kind of a weird answer to give and he knows it, but it was one of those things he was sure he'd end up talking to her about sooner or later anyway. Chris never liked making her worry, but Claire was one of those people he always knew he could confide in, whether he wanted to or not.

For this, though, he elaborates without having to be asked to. He speaks honestly:] To tell the truth, a few hours ago, I wasn't so sure. I thought that I was ready to turn in my gun and finally call it a day. After the last year, though... I don't think I can. A good soldier helped me through a rough time. If it weren't for him, I might not even be alive right now.

He wouldn't have wanted me to give up. Not yet.

[And it was because of that soldier that he could even speak about it. Chris wasn't over what happened in the past year by any means, but somehow, he felt more... confident. Optimistic. He wouldn't let any of those deaths be meaningless.]

[otype]

[ under normal circumstances, she'd likely smile at such a notion. comradely support. and it's hard to knock anything or anyone that helps chris through a crisis. but it's equally hard to smile after hearing about anyone's death -- even wesker's. because relief is different from happiness.

but her pleasure shows in her eyes. ] And what is this good soldier's name?

[neverfears]

Piers. [He narrows his eyes, as if thinking hard about something. For a brief moment, his mind is completely elsewhere, though it doesn't last long.

Chris frowns a little, though. The feeling doesn't go away—that feeling when you desperately want to be right about something but deep down, you know you're wrong.

Refusal. Denial.] His name's Piers Nivans. I don't think there's a better soldier in the B.S.A.A. right now.

[otype]

[ it doesn't evade her notice: his frown; his pause; his lurking dissatisfaction with something. there must be so much more to what she still doesn't know. however, a large part of placing so much trust in chris is also trusting him to tell her things on his own time. his secrets are his own to keep, and she knows he'd never withhold anything that she had to know. nothing that would somehow jeopardize her if she didn't know.

and so, she restrains herself to probing ever-so-gently about this soldier, spoken of so well. ] That's more than simple pocket change for praise. Does he know you think so highly of him?

[neverfears]

I hope so. Like I said, things were... rough. I'm not sure I played my part as well as I should have.

[As a leader. As a partner. Even despite what Piers had done for him, it still felt like he'd failed.

On one hand, there's something vaguely relieving about admitting it, even if it doesn't change anything. On the other hand... Well, it doesn't change anything. Maybe he'll take "later" over "sooner."]

But I'll tell you more about him sometime.

[Some other time. After he's had a little more time.]

[otype]

[ rough. his particular choosing of the word sticks with her, bringing a crease to her forehead. as infinitely sympathetic as she could be for so many individuals, no little sisters like to hear that their big brothers aren't wholly the indestructible men they'd built them up to be. claire almost argues that chris could in no way not have played his part perfectly, but she hangs back.

instead: ] I would like that. A lot. When we're both a little more settled and a lot less bewildered?

[neverfears]

Right. [A firm nod. Chris wasn't looking forward to getting settled here, but getting settled in general seemed like a good idea right now. It's been a long day, after all, and while it wasn't quite right to say that he was overwhelmed... well, it'd just been a lot to deal with. Even for him.

The day had to come to an end sooner or later, though. Luceti would surely bring its own problems, but at least for now...] I know it's not exactly a vacation, but I can't say I wouldn't mind a little break.