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

[crimsonblade]

[The wings were strange to get used to, but Nel was trying to adjust as quickly as possible. It still made her angry and sad that her return to Aquaria wasn't something she could just make happen. That it would be random and that was if she was lucky.

She was wandering the village, stripped muffler hiding her face, when she saw the sign for a bar. Surely a drink couldn't hurt, right? It wasn't as if she was on duty, and Clair wasn't there to nag her to stop.

So, with a bit of a smile, Nel wandered into Seventh Heaven to give it a try.]

[aerialassault]

[The brief glimpse of that familiar muffler and bob of brilliant red hair was the only clue that Cliff needed. After spending weeks with her on the road, travelling from the frigid mountains of Aeriglyph to the green plains of Aquaria, he liked to think that he had become familiar enough with the woman to identify her when she was being discreet.

At least, in Luceti, neither of them were too conspicuous.

Cliff pulled up a chair next to her at the bar without greeting or invitation and grinned.]

Yo. We were wondering when you'd show up.

[tryit]

I.

[Being trapped on an alien planet isn't exactly an excuse to take a vacation. If anything, it's the total opposite. Which is why, most mornings, Kate can be found at the battle dome. Sometimes, she's working on her archery skills. Other times, it's fencing against a programmed opponent. Or, at least, it starts out as fencing. But even after losing the épée, she doesn't give up the fight. All those kickboxing lessons really do come in handy. And not just when she's playing superhero.]


II.

[While there's not much to do in this one-horse town, at least Friday nights at Cloud Nine seem interesting enough. It's not the same thrill as going out clubbing in the City, but the music has a decent enough beat. And dancing is a great way to pass the time.

Anyone care to join her?]

[calmbeforethe]

[Storm's a regular visitor of the Dome. She's here nearly every day, with students and without. She's noticed, however, that for all that she and Logan try to establish a routine, there are times that they just can't predict how full the Dome will be. A lot of Luceti's residents are fighters in their own right and want to use the chambers for training of their own.

She spent most of her waiting time at the Observation Deck, watching the girl currently occupying the chamber she was next in line for with a measure of curiosity. That was a lot of styles to go through. And when Kate finally emerges, Ororo's waiting by the door, impressed.]

I saw you from upstairs. You're very good.

[unfringed]

I.
[A distressed looking older man with greyed hair and wearing a beige sweater (with wings to match) is standing in front of the candy section at the grocery store. Something is missing and it is aggravating him to no end.]

But where are they?! Any proper store should always stock them! This is unacceptable! I must speak to the management!

II.
[The same old man is later much happier and is standing at the fountain with a cardboard box in front of him. He has a wide array of medical tools on said box and beside them is a big sign that reads:]

WANTED: TEST SUBJECTS WITH THE COURAGE TO BE PIONEERS

[He calls out to people every so often - especially those with strangely coloured wings.]

Excuse me! Yes! Yes, you with the funny wings. Hello, my name is Walter Bishop and I'm a fellow prisoner here with you. May I ask you a question?

2

[universal_bridge]

[ She'd turned her back for five minutes and Walter had somehow managed to disappear. Olivia felt a headache coming on along with a sincere wish for Peter or Astrid to show up.

Finding him was easier than she'd expected, although she stopped and stared for several moments before she moved to take the sign down.]

Walter, we've talked about this. You can't experiment on the other residents.

[notyourutopian]

A:

Eleanor was sitting by the fountain in the center of town, in a white blouse and black skirt, her legs folded beneath her and her fancy magic notebook resting on the ground beside her. On the other side is a mostly-flat steampunk-esque diving suit, made mostly of heavy fabric and leather, with a metal framework including an oxygen tank and neck brace sitting on top of it. Eleanor has the helmet part in her lap, flipped over, and her attempt appears to be focused inside it, where she is tinkering with the internal radio with a screwdriver she found.

she glances over at her notebook, keeping tabs of what is going on, but otherwise was content to work on whatever she was working on. 'Content' apparently meant cursing at the little device from time to time, her wings fluttering behind her in irritation.

B:

It was around dusk when she could be found in the edge of town, in a clearing she hoped was out of the way. Dressed much the same as earlier, her things are folded neatly nearby as her attention focuses mostly on a dead tree that someone was probably bound to cut down eventually. She had been here for a few days, and she couldn't quite seem to get a handle on precisely how her arrival had altered her powers.

So she was experimenting with them. She held up her hand and it burst into life, flames crackling around her fingers, filling the air with the faint smell of smoldering flesh before she launched the fireball at the dead tree. It was smaller and weaker than she was used to, and actually vanished before it even reached the bark, making her frown.

A few steps forward and she tried again, this time the fireball hit the tree, and the flames caught. She seemed satisfied, and the heat around her fingers vanished, replaced by a faint shimmer in the air. She threw her hand out again, and a wave of telekinesis smacked into the tree, knocking the air away long enough to blow the fire out.

Okay. At least that one was sort of working...

[ooc: Prose or action spam are both fine!]

A!

[mirrorblade]

[Claude, ever-friendly, isn't the least bit put-off by Eleanor's frustration when he notices her by the fountain. He was only passing by, but hey, no reason not to see what's up, right? He approaches, a smile on his face.]

Hey there. What's wrong?

[amonglions]

I. Good Spirits!
[He's not in a mood tonight, nor is he having a bad time. He's just bored and it's pretty obvious in the way he's treating his whiskey. Normally he'll drink beer because that's all he can afford to drink but hey -- it's free here. He'll drink whatever he wants.

He just wishes there was something to do right now.]


II. Open Mic Night!
[If you asked him how he'd gotten wrangled into this Booker wouldn't be able to give you a straight answer. All he can really say with certainty is that it was not his idea to come up on this stage and be blinded by lights while plucking out tunes on a guitar someone put in his hands.

This is most likely Elizabeth's fault.

He doesn't quite know what to do with himself after it's over so he just....wanders off the stage trying to find a drink.]

I

[goddamnrain]

[Meanwhile, the guy sitting next to him? Is enjoying the peace and quiet. Nothing to do? He is so okay with that. And drinking? Good way to enjoy the downtime.

The drink that comes to him is served in a martini glass and is a pale yellow in color. He takes the glass up and sips it. Not too bad, if he says so himself. At least they can make drinks here. Never know about the quality when they're offered for free, after all.]

[exhumanity]

[ God, it's green here. Funny how the apocalypse kind of makes you forget the world was colorful once. It's half the reason he sticks to the forest for the most part. The other half has something to do with the fact that he's a zombie, and as such, probably isn't going to be making friends out of the locals anytime soon. Even if everyone came back from the dead here, coming back from the dead to only be dead again seemed like a real shitty deal.

That doesn't stop him from shambling through the village proper entirely, however. R finds his way into the following places:

a: The item shop, where he looks through assorted vinyl records. He's a purist.
b: The rec center. Any idea how long it's been since he played pinball? He doesn't actually remember. He's not even sure he likes pinball. Plus, his reflexes are kind too slow to have much success. Still. Better than nothing.
c: Milling aimlessly around the playgro - no, wait, that's creepy, dude. Mill around the northern part of town and the forest instead. ]

a

[unfringed]

[Vinyl records? Oh, yes, that is the only way to listen to music, that's for certain.

Walter is also looking at the records, trying to find a very specific one, when he bumps into the strangely cold young man also perusing the area.]

Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't--

[He notices his colouring and stops, looking into the man's face.]

My dear boy, you're very pale. Are you alright?

[goddamnrain]

a)

[The paths through the village make an excellent morning course, Agent Norman Jayden has found out.

At six o'clock every morning, he can be found jogging. He starts at the fountain, takes the path between the two bars up and goes around the paths, over several bridges, until passing the stores and clinic to return to the fountain. His pace is always moderate, nothing hard but not a stroll either.

Enough to work up a sweat but not enough to exhaust him. He's easy to stop on his way, not being a focused, dedicated jogger. It's just something to take up his mornings.]


b)

[It's been a very, very slow day. And what does Agent Jayden do during slow days?

The glasses go on and ARI goes live.

He sees the blue brick wall very clearly, and the black glove on his hand catches a blue ball that he throws at the wall, watches bounce, then catches. 20,032. 20,033.

...To anyone else, he looks like a guy in sunglasses and one black glove miming bouncing and catching something.]


c)

[Most evenings? Jayden can be found at either Seventh Heaven or Good Spirits. He tries to vary where he goes so he doesn't become quite a regular.

Tonight, he has an old favorite of his -- something called Arcturian Sunrise. It's a bright blue drink he walked the bartender through making: Curacao, blackberry liqueur, grenadine, and sparkling white wine.

Personally? He's very happy with how it turned out.]

B!

[fantheflame]

[Sasuke has been watching from a nearby rooftop, his attention caught by someone doing something while doing nothing at all. In any normal circumstance, he'd couch it as insanity.]

[But his Sharingan see that the man's movements are methodical and perfect - exact. The way he throws and catches... it's in line with the physics of motion. If he had a real ball in his hand (Sharingan can guess at almost the exact size and weight), and if the wall were - he follows the motion of arm and hand in a toss, then a catch again - there, this man would be moving the exact same way. It's as though he does hold something physical.]

[He's been watching for a little more than a thousand throws when he finally descends from the roof with a light leap, approaching from the stranger's right side.]

You haven't missed one yet.

[abstruse]

((Clive sits beside what looks to be a chessboard. His had rests on the gameboard, and for now, no pieces are in sight. Likely hiding under the hat? Never mind, should you decide to acknowledge him at all, you'll be met with a smile.))

How would you fancy a game on this lovely day?


((note: i've other games in mind than chess, no worries if you dont want to deal with that!!))

[fictionalniece]

[Okay, you've got her attention, blue boy.]

A game? What kind of game?

[luckynumberthree]

A)
[Despite what others think, waking up in Luceti is one of the most amazing and relieving experiences of Simon's life. Then again, not everyone comes from after the apocalypse - or one of the apocalypses, from what he's gathered so far. Who knew that could come in plural?

But either way, he's making up for lost time, diving headfirst into all the things he'd once taken for granted, and then missed so much. Food he'd spent months craving. Ice cream. Beer. Luceti might not have all the comforts of his once-home, but it had enough that he was going to search out every one of them with an enthusiasm that possibly borders on a little manic.]


B)
[Just because he's no longer in the middle of a zombie apocalypse doesn't mean he's going to slack off on his survival skills now. Especially when he's witnessed firsthand how quickly things can all go to hell. Going out for early morning runs is pretty much a staple in Simon's life even here, and he's been working on his endurance in his time here, since he has the time and safety to expand on it. So he's a pretty common sight in the early morning hours around Luceti - in the village, in the fields outside town, in the forests. Constantly switching up the terrain to keep his skills fresh and to get intimately acquainted with his new surroundings. Just in case.

That's not to say he's not still extremely disappointed that his new appendages seem mostly for show. If zombies were a problem, it'd be so much easier to just wing out of biting range. Unless of course the zombies could fly too and then.... yeah, no one wanted flying zombies. Safer to stick with running.]

[bowgunner]

[ someone else is also jogging -- or...she had been, apparently, but now she's dropped down onto the soft late-spring grass and is pushing herself through a series of necessary (if dull) post-run stretches.

and for narrative's sake, let's say her semi-depleted water bottle topples forward and rolls out into simon's path while she's busy twisting in some capacity or another. ]

Sasuke Uchiha | Naruto | Reserved

[fantheflame]

(ooc: okay, now that I have a better grasp on where Sasuke's voice sits at his current canonpoint... i.e. sorry not sorry he's still a jerk)
(reserve & ooc contact info here)
(oh also if you care to notice, for his wings, his patagium and coverts are Uchiha fan red, while his primary and secondary feathers are white.)

A:
[The Battle Dome is an interesting thing to get used to. Fascinating, really - and just barely useful. These holograms - at their barest bones they're illusions, and that should mean this place is useless to Sasuke and his Sharingan. But with whatever technology is going on here... not to mention the power restrictions this world places on him... Well. Sasuke can tell this isn't real with a perfect clarity and finality. But he can see the things this place generates as if they are real, and that's taking some getting used to.]

[At the least, he's found his Kusanagi by now, so he's practicing the style he knows with the limitations he's been set: half chakra, destabilizing wings. He hasn't quite gotten the slits in his jacket right for full fighting mobility yet, so he's training shirtless: faceless enemy shinobi in the forests of the Land of Fire. The door to the training room isn't locked.]

[And anyone who happens by to observe from above? May notice that Sasuke strikes and cuts to wound, to incapacitate - but not to kill.]

B:
[Of all the buildings in this little village, one of the most familiar-looking is the Tsukino Shrine. And so - with little regard for who else might be nearby, the shrine caretakers, or scandalized observers - Sasuke is here, quiet, and seated on the roof, eyes closed and arms and legs folded in what seems like quiet meditation. He's surrounded by crows; they seem very unbothered by him, and he by them, even as one hops up onto his knee and picks curiously at some loose thread on his clothing.]

etc.
(I'm exhausted and having trouble coming up with scenarios; throw me something!)

speaking of sorry not sorry...

[thepinkest]

[That sure is a guy sitting on the roof of the shrine with a crow trying to eat his pants.

And this sure is Ty Lee hanging upside-down from a tree branch, her knees hooked neatly over it, ready to protect the integrity of his clothing!]

Hey! Heeeey! That bird's eating your clothes, guy!

[voiceinthedark]

A)
[Sam is definitely enjoying the luxuries that Luceti has to offer. Y'know, things like hot showers, clean clothes that definitely haven't come from an unlucky corpse, unlimited food.

Tea that actually tastes of tea instead of brown water because they've used the teabags so much. Which is why he can be found in the tea room now, having ordered a pot (a whole bloody pot!) of tea and a kind of massive slice of cake with ice cream, which is probably more calories than he gets in a day's rations back home and it's all for him. Even after being in Luceti for a while, he still stares at the food like he's worried it's all going to vanish if he isn't careful, but that's what you get when you're used to living in the world after the zombie apocalypse.]

B)
[Despite being told that there are absolutely, definitely no zombies around here, crowded places, like the club or the bar, still leave him on edge. Walking back after dark even moreso. Everyone knows that zoms are more active at night, it's why they never do night runs unless there is absolutely no other choice.

He sort of watches people at the club more than participating anyway, sitting close to the door so that he can leave if anyone starts screaming about getting bitten. When he walks home, he's wrapped up tight in his coat, moving quickly, watching around himself, checking over his shoulder just in case something should happen to shamble out of the trees.]

[luckynumberthree]

It's not going to bite you, y'know.

[Simon's not surprised to find him in the teashop. Even if he's more excited about the rediscovery of alcohol, he has to admit he's missed having actual real tea. And everything else that comes with it.

In typical irreverent style, he grabs the chair across the table from Sam, spins it around backwards, and then straddles it, his arms propped on the back as he grins at the other man.]

[thepinkest]

a.

[Ty Lee has discovered a camera. Look out, Luceti.

Our sudden intrepid junior photographer is now stalking the village armed with her new best buddy Polaroid, completely fascinated with this entire concept. Just point and click, and you've got an instant image of whatever you pointed at! This is big news in her world, guys!

Even better, she can stick the pictures in the journals and broadcast them for everyone to see and admire her skills. But no one has really introduced her to the idea that you should get people's permission first -- so if she thinks you look interesting, or if you're doing something she thinks is cool, congrats! You're on Candid Camera, Luceti edition -- with a blurry Polaroid of you broadcast across the journals for the world to see!]

b.

[Talking animals. Oh man, talking animals! They're definitely not anything Ty Lee's accustomed to from her own world -- they all look so... so plain! Incomplete, even!

But nontheless, they're animals, and in pursuit of feeling like she's at home, Ty Lee wants a circus. You can't have a circus without performing animals, and so she's on her quest to bring them in.

Unfortunately, these animals aren't too bright.

So that's why she's kneeling in front of a very confused fox, trying to convince it that walking on its hind legs is something it should really be interested in trying.]

No, see, look! If you do that, then everyone will be really impressed with you! You'll look awesome! And then maybe you can learn to do it balancing on top of a ball, and that'll be even cooler! You'll be the best fox... uh, fox in the whole forest!

Hmm. And maybe we could put a little hat on you...

a.

[seismicity]

[That sure is a weird, unfamiliar sound she's hearing in Ty Lee's heartbeat's direction. Toph points in that general area, staring off another way.]

Hey sugarpuff! You better not be up to any funny business!

[cutmystrings]

01) [Nataku has been here before, though he doesn't remember very much of it. He spends some time getting re-acquainted with the area and trying to find lost friends, which leads to him wandering the village by day, and camping out in the forest under the stars at night.

He doesn't go out of his way to talk to anyone, but he warms to other children almost instantly, and will happily share candy or go along with any kind of game. He's far more reserved with adults, but he may watch them curiously from afar. If they're not particularly careful and happen to nod off somewhere in the village, he may draw on their faces while they sleep, or leave flowers in their hair.]

02) [Voice]

Hey.

I heard the battle dome is a good place to practice fighting. I need to talk to someone who can show me how it works.

[promisebroken]

[Nataku isn't the only one hanging around the forest. Since arriving a couple of days ago Goku had kept mostly to the forest, enjoying having some many trees to climb and fresh water to drink from the stream. He would travel to the village whenever his stomach told him it was time to eat. (Probably far more often than he'd expect.)

He's in the process of heading for the village when he spots a familiar figure through the trees just up ahead. No...it couldn't be...

Could it?]

Nataku! Heeeey! Wait up!

[ablankpage]

[It's the middle of the day -- a fairly quiet, slow day. Robert Lutece has been at the piano for about fifteen minutes, playing a few simple songs. Snippets of Beethoven, a little Mozart, and then he starts playing a particular song. One of Albert Fink's melodies in his world, but a keen ear of modern music might recognize the tune...]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor is sitting in a corner near the piano, away from the windows...all that nothingness above her head gets to her sometimes. She had been planning on reading, so there's an old book she had found in her lap, but instead she's been sitting here just listening to him play for longer than she had realized.]

That's awfully catchy.

[She speaks up in the lull between moments, offering him a faint, perhaps slightly nervous smile. She had been told to make friends, so...]

[oceanviews]

A

[A non-stick pan? Goodness, we're getting fancy now. This would likely cost an arm and a leg back home, but when money isn't a worry anymore Kiki decides to pick up a new frying pan and a few other cooking utensils when she goes shopping today. She's also poking around in the grocery, trying to find some pancake mix. Sure she could have anything she likes for breakfast and lunch now, but you just can't beat pancakes. Fattening as they might be there's certainly something comforting about them.

After her shopping spree she's carrying quite the haul, so seeing where she's walking has become a bit of a challenge. Apologies in advance if she knocks into you!]

B

[The sight of different outfits in the clothes shop has Kiki rushing in to look around. Though what she intends to do about her training is still up in the air she can surely take a little time just to try a few clothes on, right? Still wearing the same dark overalls she always has on, Kiki holds various blouses and skirts up against herself as she admires herself in one of the mirrors.

She only intended to spend a few minutes checking out the different clothes, but time soon starts to get away from Kiki without her noticing. The plans she made earlier in the day to help out a few friends might end up being abandoned unless someone gives her a friendly reminder of what time it is.]

C

[Catch Kiki flying around on her deck brush! She can be spotted flying all over the village as she takes in the view, so if you call out to her loud enough she might swoop down to say hello. If you don't want to bother her in the air, Kiki does eventually decide to land and take a break in the plaza by the fountain. She's sharing a quick snack with her cat, Jiji, who has been flying around with her today, so why not come and say hello to the two of them?]

c!

[prims]

[ A cat, you say? Primrose can't help but be drawn to cats - or, admittedly, any animal at all - and so she'll approach the young witch at the fountain. Or, more specifically, her cat. She's not sure exactly why a young girl might be toting around a broom, but this is Luceti; after being in the place for over a month, Prim has gotten used to some of the oddities. "Used" to them here meaning she'd learned to sort of ignore them or at least not to stare too much.

She's a bit too polite to straight-out pet the cat without permission, or to ignore the witch for the cat, so Kiki gets a shy smile from the girl barely a year her senior. ]

Hello. Is that your cat...? He looks so sweet!

[promisebroken]

1.

[Goku has been in Luceti for a few days and has taken to spending all of his time in the forest on the outskirts of the village. One can often spot him climbing trees and jumping from one branch to the other with spectacular agility and balance one wouldn't expect of someone his age. After a long afternoon one might also come across him asleep up in one of those trees, one arm or leg dangling down off a branch.]

2.

[Goku has somehow obtained some paper and crayons and is laying across the bench near the fountain. If anyone walking by happens to look over his shoulder they will see one of two things; five stick figures of varying height and hair color all standing next to each other and smiling, or a very recognizable and detailed coloring of a meat bun.]

[faithfulflame]

[Well, Rei's out visiting the forest for a picnic today and lo and behold what does she find but Goku scampering through trees. The boy had been one of the first people she'd met in Luceti and...as odd as it was having a strange younger version of the legendary Monkey King around, she had to admit he was pretty nice and not at all like the stories.

Waving, she calls up.]

Hello Goku-san.

[seismicity]

a.

[ So Luceti's got the world's greatest earthbender back. No big. It's just been pretty weird since people she's never met keep coming up to her and treating her like they know her. But the weirder thing is being in a house with the best friends she's ever had but not really recognizing them. They were old! And different! Also, that house is full of drama.

So Toph can usually be found outside. She'd rather be dealing with random people than with the rest of the people "from her world" for now. Shelter's not hard to find, anyway - rock tents are easy to make. Which is why she's setting one up just on the outskirts of town, near the barracks. Because that place sounds like her kinda scene.

Catch her camping out, or challenging you to a duel! ]

b.

[ So, shelter was easy! But food was trickier. Sure it's all free, but it's hard to tell what's what in a grocery with wooden floors ok. Toph wanders into the store, staring aimlessly around and trying to follow her other senses to the produce section. Somehow she keeps finding her way to shelves with bags that made weird crinkly sounds instead.

She tosses yet another bag of chips over her shoulder and continues down the aisle. ]

What's a girl gotta do for an apple around here...

[savedtheworld]

[And Aang's head pops out from a nearby aisle - he didn't know Toph was going shopping, too. Here he was, with his arms full of ingredients for some veggie soup.]

An apple? Leave it to me, Toph!

[linefacingforever]

[He really loved the beach.]

[Yu had gotten to go to the beach last summer while in Inaba, and had been looking forward to summer vacation again just to be able to go again with his companions. Nothing really beat being able to enjoy the sand in between your toes, the cool feel of the water under the hot sun; and of course, there was the bonus of his friends as well. He was pretty sure he would never forget a certain incident involving Kanji and seaweed...]

[The wind blew off the water, and he closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the sound of others attending the party drifted over to where he was. He wasn't being aloof on purpose; he just needed a moment for himself, a moment to enjoy the sand, the water, and the good memories that went with it. That was why he was just a ways from where the volleyball net was set up, sitting in the sand in his bright fuchsia swim trunks. A faint smile came to his face as the wind rustled through his hair.]

[Though that wasn't the only thing that was rustling.]

[He could feel his feathers fluffing irritably, and he glanced back. There must have been some sand kicked up in the wind, because he swore he could feel the grit between the grey feathers. Another sigh escaped from Yu, though this one less wistful; he should have known that the wings would have been a sand magnet.]

[worldchaindestruction]

[Keele himself was staring into the horizon, his dark blue wings held tightly against his back to avoid the same problem that his neighbor was having. The sun was hot, almost too hot for him, but he could stand barefoot in the water for just a little while. His white robes were folded neatly in the sand, leaving him in his light pants and pale green tunic-- the loss of layers only helped him stay more comfortable.

Unfortunately, he couldn't help but think over all of the scientific details that he saw.]

It's impressive. Even after we account for the divergences in reality that follow the temporal distortion that brought us to this world, some things have remained the same. The sky is still blue, and the water is still cold.

Chris McShell | Zombies, Run!

[mysophobic]

A)

[ Chris isn't really sure how this is even possible. He remembered getting bit. He remembered dying too. He remembered his last words in that final gasp of breath to his daughter, whom he still had no idea if she was alive if she would ever get that letter left for her, and his words still rung in his ears. It was disconcerting and disorienting to awaken like he had.

He's never been a loud or boisterous man but Abel wasn't such a quiet place either, and the silence here was unnerving to be honest. Abel Township always had some noise going on to alert you to the living occupants inside its walls. Nothing like the dead silence that surrounded you when you went past those secure walls. It was...alarming and disturbing in someways at how quiet it was here. Maybe this was all a dream, but scientifically speaking one's dreams are not as detailed as this. Bits and pieces maybe, but never able to count the blades of grass on the ground or how many plants were flowering. Maybe he was still lying on that bed in the comms room dying. He'll shudder inwardly as he flexes the wings on his back. Scientifically speaking this wasn't really possible either, then again none of it was, but he was having a hard enough time grasping the fact that he was alive at all. He wasn't into to those miracles or occult type of deals, the world back home had taken that right out of him. Zombie movies and those other horrible shows that had happy endings were just...fake. None of it was real, so why should this be? Back at home his survival was based on just plain, simple, science and math and this? This wasn't that at all. He looks a little bit lost as he roams the town, always on edge and guard as he makes his way through the plaza.

He's a bit jumpy but being bit by a zom and reliving that as your last moment on earth would make anyone jumpy. ]

B)

[ One thing that he did miss back home was the hot showers and the good food. Luceti is treating him well, well enough as one could expect in a bubble. But he can't complain. Perhaps you can catch him practicing his methods and complying data on a certain way for killing zombies in the battledome. Just because there weren't any zoms here didn't mean there never would be. Hell back home there weren't any and look at it now! Afterwards he'll make his way towards the library to pick up some books or other things to read. The lack of material back home has left something to be desired in him, and reading was something he could clear his mind with. ]

B!

[prims]

[ On his way to the library? Prim's already there, in the middle of swapping out stacks. She goes by the library at least once a week, dropping off her last stack of books for a new one, although it's not as clean a process as it sounds. She has to choose all the new books, after all, and it can be a fairly long process when there are options. She's willing to read almost anything at least once, although there are certain genres or topics she'll gravitate to more readily.

Perhaps she's reaching for a book that catches Chris' eye? If so: ]

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get in the way. [ She hadn't noticed anyone there. Whoops. ]

rarity | my little pony

[somepony]

audio/video.

Hello everypony! It is I, Rarity! [ Everyone should be used to multi-colored ponies by now. This one is addressing Luceti from what soon shall be her workshop. ] I am speaking to you today to offer you my services. Completely free of charge, of course. [ As if she has any choice. ] I'm certain you all are familiar with that... shall we say, drab outfit that all newfeathers arrive in. It's a terrible waste to leave it as is!

I'll gladly modify it to suit the tastes of anypony who would like me to!

[ The journal pulls back to reveal a lovely outfit. ] While I've never done any work for you... ah, what is it you call yourselves? [ Hoo-mans? Hummus? ] Well, I've never done an outfit for any of you but I shall relish the challenge!

[swordprincess]

[Karla doesn't have a new feather outfit, but she does wear something equally white. Regardless, she's curious, as she's met some other girls keen in the fashion world as well.]

So, you do... [What was it called again...?] ...fashion, as well?

[tickle_me]

[Bored. Bored bored. Bored bored bored. Bored bored McBoredy bored bored bored.

GODDAMMIT SHE IS SO FUCKING BORED.

So here's Revy just outside of town with a giant stacked pyramid of empty aluminum cans, picking them off one by one from the top with her guns. Whenever she finishes with that, she might be seen flinging the cans in the air and seeing how many bullet holes she can put into it before it falls to the ground. And then whenever she gets bored with that, Revy might be seen shooting up tree trunks, perhaps trying to carve designs into it. Why? Because what the fuck else is there to do in this boring-ass place.

Someone should probably tell her how to work the Battle Dome, really. Or tell her to stop making a racket. But the former will be less likely to piss her off.]

[amonglions]

[Like Revy, Booker suffers from chronic boredom unless there's something to shootdo. Luceti is not condusive to this in the slightest and as a result he's taken to walking without aim to pass the fucking time.

He'd go to the bar but he was kicked out for spending too much time there. Damn people...

He was plotting how he could get some beer (seriously, that was all he wanted) without someone going back to Elizabeth and tattling on him when he saw Revy going at the aluminum cans.

Those guns he was not familiar with. Anything after the 1900's was lost on him. He'd only lived up to 1912 - but those looked amazing.]

What model are those?

[He asks when she's reloading a magazine - not wanting to startle her when there's a live round in the chamber.]

[keepingmyfaith]

[A - Emi versus stairs!
It's not that Emi is a klutz, not really! She just has a curse when it comes to stairs, it's probably that she chooses to wear heels so much. But you have just happened to run into her tripping on some stairs and falling down a flight or two onto her tush. Or into someone's arms. She's fine though, trust her!

B - Emi versus clothing store!
She walked on in privately to do some private shopping. She is in there for a while, looking to get some tops, some skirts, some shoes (alarmed at how everything is free tbh), but after a certain point of looking for a certain item she walks out of the store with only half of what she meant to get with the iconed expression here.

C - Pick your poison!
Is she walking around? Is she looking bored?! Is she walking into the bar? Is she picking up some shady looking energy drinks at the convenience store?! All of these and more options might be yours!]

oh my gosh, emiliaaaaaa. also, A!

[disastergirl]

[To be honest, at first she had let out a snort at seeing Emi fall down all those stairs. Wearing heels wasn't difficult, she did it all the time! (Although that said more about her than anything else.) Unfortunately, as that thought was passing through her mind, her own shoes got snagged on something or another and sent her tumbling down. Ground, meet face.

...Well, at least she didn't fall down as many stairs as this stranger next to her. That had to count for something, right?]

Owwwww.

[blossomer]

[Sophie's still getting used to having wings- it's certainly prompted a lot of questions from her, with many more to come- and she's been working on improving her reading skills as well, so she can find her way around easily.

Today, though, she's tending to a small garden she set up. It's not very big yet, but in time, Sophie hopes that there'll be lots of colorful flowers.]

[savedtheworld]

[This teen monk's just passing by when he stops and sees Sophie tending to the flowers. It's small, but he can't help but admire the garden.]

Ooh, those are pretty flowers!

Grommash Hellscream | Warcraft

[freedfromtaint]

[Since arriving, Grom had spent his days in the forest, trying to stay as far away from the village as possible. It didn't take a genius to realize the place was full of humans. And after letting the blood lust take hold of him before, he wasn't planning on letting it happen again. Never again.

However, the forest that surrounded the village obviously wasn't unlimited. Especially with the invisible force keeping the people, and himself, trapped in this glorified cage. And so, even despite his efforts to lay low and think of a plan, occasionally he would come in contact with someone. It could have been a coincidence, or maybe it was the sound of a warthog he had just slain giving it's last squeals of pain before toppling over.

Apparently he must have been too focused on getting the kill since he let his senses dull enough for someone to get relatively close. He was still somewhat covered by the shadows of the trees, but they had come far too close for his comfort. He looks in their direction quickly, giving a low growl, his eyes a faint glow of red.]

[merciless_savior]

[Really, Alba should be watching where he's going. He probably is, in some backwards incompatable-with-normal-life sort of way. His determined pursuit of a scarlet and blue songbird through the area, binoculars in one hand, notebook in another, speaks much of his own sort of hunting! And a complete obliviousness to the death screams of a pig not so far away.

Not far away at all in fact, given his prey has chosen to perch itself directly above Grom's kill.

The professor fails to notice at all. And he, of average size and build for a human and thus dwarfed by even female orcs half the time, is nothing if not completely unintimidating. And oblivious it seems. Grom isn't even noticed until he moves and growls. The reaction of the very obviously startled man isn't particularly intimidating either. He gives a tiny strangled shriek of alarm and dives for cover behind a different tree, clutching his notebook and binoculars to his chest.]

Oh goddess, don't let it eat me. Please don't let it eat me, I have so much to study for...!

Lee Everett | Walking Dead

[dadlyinstinct]

[It's been a few days since Lee came to Luceti. The idea still doesn't sit right with him and he finds himself having a harder time adjusting to...well, living like a normal person again. So many months avoiding Walkers and just trying to get by and now he's in a place where he has a shelter, food, water, medicine - he's definitely grateful for the medicine - and it's so bizarre. Not that he prefers to be out there again, God no, but getting used to normalcy is not so simple as he thought it would be.

During the day he can be found near the flower store, quietly mulling over the different flowers. He thinks a hobby might help him adjust and gardening might be nice. Making something beautiful and watching it all bloom. Though he looks noticeably...uncomfortable as he stares at the selection of flowers left out in the open. Feels like years since he's seen something so lively. Every often he reaches to pick up a pot, steadily making sure he doesn't drop it on accident, to take a closer look, before setting it back up.]

What am I even doing... [He mutters aloud to himself, feeling so out of place in this new world.]

[As night draws close however he feels a need to practice his skills. It's almost compulsory. Even if he hasn't encountered any Walkers yet, and has been told they don't exist here, old habits die hard. Besides, there could be other dangers ahead that he might need to prepare for. Problem is, it's hard to figure out what weapon he can readily use now that he's down to one arm and there aren't any guns in the town from what he's seen. He settled on a short ax, light enough to be held one handed. But without any targets, all he can do is practice his swing on a poor tree.]

this had to happen.

[amonglions]

[Booker DeWitt had a special talent for making people angry, either accidentally or on purpose.

This time it had been an accident. Elizabeth had hit a nerve and they'd started fighting...one thing led to another and he was here at the flower shop trying to find something that would tell Elizabeth he was sorry without actually having to say it.

He was good at starting fights, not ending them.

Only problem was he didn't know what the hell to get. He just kept roaming around the shop, staring at the little potted things looking like he wasn't sure if they'd bite or not.

He was contemplating roses but...that just seemed like it'd be spitting in her face even more.]

'Shouldn't be too hard', my ass..

[This would be the last time he took advice from a Lutece. Sarcastic bastard.]