Test Flight!

[lucetimods]

the luceti test flight 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 flight 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

/SLIDES IN SO HARD THE FLOOR CATCHES FIRE ...also 1.

[tearmeanewone]

[Luceti, compared to Steampunk Murder World Columbia, was quiet. Elizabeth would give him that. But she didn't see that as a reason to get completely and ridiculously intoxicated. And yes, Luceti wasn't rife with people willing to hit a man when he couldn't see straight, but there were plenty of other ways Booker could get himself accidentally killed if he was drinking out of boredom.]

[She sits down opposite Booker, successfully locating him after an 'anonymous' tip, and stares at him with her arms crossed. She obviously doesn't have to say anything.]

[universal_bridge]

It is possible, yes.

[ And she'd welcome either her or Peter at this point.]

[ablankpage]

[A fringe, a tear. Could be the same thing, called something else across two worlds. It merits further interest, certainly.]

You're welcome to a feather or two, certainly. What do you intend to test?

/fetches the fire extinguisher.

[amonglions]

[He doesn't so much as look at her sitting next to him, Booker just sighs. This is why he can't have nice things.]

Please tell me you're here for a drink.

[He's hoping there won't be a lecture involved, or any of that...staring that she does when she's really mad. He's been under that knife enough times to know exactly who it reminds him of and it's getting real old, real fast.]

[amonglions]

[Booker sees it in the corner of his eye and at first - mistakes it for some kind of vigor. It takes him a moment to realize he isn't in Steampunk Murder WorldColumbia and that isn't exactly what he would call normal.

But then again they all have wings on their backs so really - what the hell is normal?]

--The hell is that?

[There really is no way to ask this question.]

[goddamnrain]

[Norman takes another drink. It's not a surprising question, but he still has to force himself not to roll his eyes. He's supposed to be trying friendly here.]

Lemon Drop.

/ohgood

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth rolls her eyes. Yes Booker. Clearly. She is, after all, the one who puts any drink on any table, or in any garbage can, into her mouth.]

[But then she has a thought.]

Maybe I could use one. This one seems convenient. [She reaches out to take Booker's bottle off the table and into her lap.]

II forever.

[amonglions]

[His wings are subjectively strange. They're a nice white color towards the top, healthy looking plumage and everything. It's the bottoms that look as if they're stained with something like blood - it's just the coloring but it looks as if they'd been spattered before they were attached to him.

Booker doesn't appreciate the humor at all.

He's got a bag of groceries under both arms and is startled into awareness a bit out of the quiet and contentment of being unnoticed. He looks around confused, thinking that he's speaking to someone else - surely. And slowly speaks up with:]

Uhhh...sure?

[unfringed]

Your chemical makeup. You see, each person has a unique energy signature, and in crossing between worlds, that signature changes - albeit in minute ways. The change in your structure at a genetic level can be quite informative, especially if it is causing any significant changes in our DNA.

[He motions as he talks, motioning out the words "minute" and "change" as if he can make people better understand him just by gestures.]

[unfringed]

Excellent! Then I will prepare for her arrival! [He needs the distractions after all, and he misses her, even if he won't admit it.

Time to scurry off, not toward home, but toward the shops.]

excellente

[unfringed]

You have a most curious spatter on your wings. Is that natural? Or did you drop your tomato juice this morning, too?

[amonglions]

[Hey he was desperate and that hot dog looked amazing. Just like the cake.

And the potatoes.]

H-hey! [Booker goes to grab it but halfway there realizes that's probably the least mature thing he could be doing in this situation. So he clenches his fists closed and drops them with a heavy, heavy sigh.]

Elizabeth.

[He's using The Voice.]

[universal_bridge]

We can prepare for her arrival tomorrow.

Let's go home and eat some lunch first.

[ablankpage]

A change of chemicals resulting in an alteration of genetic structure. A curious hypothesis.

[Robert considers it for a moment.]

This is a different sort of movement between worlds than I'm used to, admittedly. There have been -- aside from the acquisition of the wings -- no adverse physiological side-effects. A prior crossing I was involved in led to severe haemorrhaging and cognitive dissonance that attempted to fix itself by the creation of new, false, but cohesive memories.

[Then, as if realising something, he starts and offers his hand.]

Robert Lutece. Quantum physics.

[amonglions]

[Booker doesn't seem judgmental so much as confused. He's never come across anything quite so fancy before and has to wonder about what's in it. Because with a name like Lemon Drop...he hopes it has something to do with lemons. Please let it have something to do with lemons.]

So...lemons?

[Please, please, please.]

[tearmeanewone]

[They are clearly the most mature people ever.]

[Elizabeth's resolve does waver for a moment--because The Voice does that to her sometimes, for whatever reason--but she holds onto the bottle.]

I know you're bored Booker. But don't you think passing out isn't a good way to make time go faster?

[goddamnrain]

[...He can't help but stare a little at the question. Not what he expected. But.]

Yeah.

Lemons and vodka, pretty much.

[unfringed]

[Oh. Oh!!!! Someone who understands him! Someone else who has-- Wait, that is bad, isn't it? Learning how to cross worlds? It's very dangerous and-- But someone who understands!

Walter hurries forward and takes Robert's hand, shaking it vigorously.]

A fellow adventurer, I see! Walter Bishop, Fringe science.

It's dangerous to cross worlds, you know. Extremely dangerous. Enough to break down the entire structure of reality on one side or both. I can't recommend it.

[unfringed]

Oh, is it lunch already?

[He stops and considers what is at home.]

I was so preoccupied, it seems the time has gotten away from me. Agent Dunham, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find rye bread, would you?

[ablankpage]

It was... a calculated risk. One that ultimately proved successful.

[And one that would have been worth dying for, but he doesn't mention that. Not right now. Not to this man. That much is a little too personal.]

My life's work was -- and is, actually -- studying the barriers between worlds. My notes, unfortunately, have not yet been returned to me in their entirety, but I remember a great deal of data.

[He casts his eyes over the tools and considers the possibility.]

Perhaps we could share findings, now and then, as I intend to pursue my research here. A bit early to suggest a collaboration, so merely... discussion, I should say.

[amonglions]

Uh...yeah -- [He tries smothers a dry chuckle but it's still there.] -- that's been there for a while now.

[Tomato juice? What the--]

[unfringed]

[Oh no...that. That isn't good. To continue research into breaking barriers between the worlds, here of all places?

But...wouldn't it be good? If only Walter could remember how he did it, he could explain to this man the consequences - the terrible, unforeseen consequences - that came with such endeavours.]

It will tear the very fabric of your universes apart.

[He seems solemn for a moment, but only for a moment. He did it out of personal need - one selfish need that ruined two worlds, but this man? Maybe he has better reasons. Perhaps his reason is to seal the soft spots, to fix the worlds instead of destroy them. This isn't his alternate, the worlds must be different.

He claps his hands and rubs them together.]

But that doesn't seem to be bothering our captors, now does it? Indeed, I would very much like to hear your theories on this. It might be very educational to hear about how others have bridged the gap.

[unfringed]

How wonderful! Would you mind if I took a sample? It shouldn't feel like much more than a pinch - a tiny pinch even, so long as you don't move much. Or have much feeling in your wings.

[ablankpage]

We managed it, actually. The transfer of one [three, by the end of it] person from one reality to another. An extremely painful, dangerous process, but we did manage it. ["We." It isn't even something he thinks about, isn't something he hears. Because it's simple fact.] I'd be curious to know how the people here do it without those same effects.

[And, perhaps, he could find a way to bring Rosalind here. To not be alone. One half of a whole. It's very disconcerting after being a unit for twenty years.]

I would be happy to detail my work with the Lutece Field and the Lutece Tears. Probably called something vastly different in your world, I'm sure, but the basic principle being windows -- which can become doorways -- to other worlds.

[unfringed]

We called them soft spots. They weren't windows, though. [They were terrible cracks in their universes, bringing with it destruction, terror, horrors unforeseen. It was his fault. No one knew how to fix them.]

I discovered that crossing over without the proper equipment causes extreme tears in the person's genetic structure - the result of passing through one reality and into another. There are those, however, who have the ability to jump safely to and from the other world without incurring such sicknesses.

[But it came at such a cost. Such a terrible, unforgivable cost.]

How were you-- you and your partners-- able to do it?