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[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

[bowgunner]

"Shit!"

Claire generally had a wide and deep capacity for humouring, herding, and helping children. But she made no apologies for her sudden strong language as her first reaction wasn't to swear and swerve away but instead to swear and snatch hold of the boy's shoulder, as if she could somehow guide him further from the gun he was already holding. It was too little too late, but at least the bullet buried itself in wood and not in flesh.

She released him as quickly as she'd grabbed him, crouching quickly to snatch the gun off the floor. Her fingers work quickly and deftly to free the gun of its clip and slide the safety back into place. Whoever she was, she quite confidently knew her way around a handgun.

"I take that back. Now we're both very lucky."

[ironsided]

Bjorn had heard far worse from the tongues of his parents and their friends. But he was still more concerned by the gun and even a bit wary to see it in her hands. She was manipulating it, taking it apart, and doing something with it. He pulled himself even further away and regarded her warily, one hand reaching behind him for the nearest weapon.

"Stop it! It's cursed!"

[bowgunner]

"Not cursed. Just poorly loaded, thank God. Or you and I might be in far worse shape." She dropped the clip onto the counter and held the emptied gun out for display -- high above his reach. "Have you never seen one of these before?"

Most children in her time had at least seen a gun on television and she was still growing accustomed to the part where not everyone here was from a similar world or era.

[ironsided]

He settled for not doing anything about it, but he kept his distance and a sour look about him as he watched the weapon. He didn't much care for this instructional tone she was taking.

"No. What is it?"

[bowgunner]

"A Browning HP, if memory serves. Holds thirteen shots. Nine millimetre parabellum rounds."

She knew it so intimately because she'd once spent hours with a gun nearly identical to this one after having scavenged it from a police car's glove compartment. "It's a handgun. And it packs a punch."