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trainingwings2013-06-16 11:03 pm
lucetimods) wrote in trainingwings2013-06-16 11:03 pm
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Test Flight!
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.
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Yes. [He answers her without a lick of hesitation - he's always going to be scared of her. Of the things she can do and the things she did. He won't tell her what happened at the end...not really. Not ever. Maybe in bits and pieces but he'll always leave the core of it out. He doesn't want to see her face crumble into resignation again...before she --
He regards his glass and it's contents. A mouthful of whiskey sloshing around the ring...and he throws it back.
But he doesn't go to the bottle to refill it - not yet. Not while he's talking to her at least.]
That's not gonna change... but I care 'bout you. More than that.
[He looks at her and smiles sadly. He's always going to regret the mistakes he's made concerning Elizabeth -- but here he could make things better. For both of them but especially her.]
'sides, I didn't leave the house because of that. I just...needed a change of scenery.
[He was bored.]
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[But here, she can't even hold a tear open long enough to get anything larger than a barrel through. There won't be a tornado behind her, ever. Not here. She's nearly normal. And she can pretend she's normal around most people in Luceti. But the one person she trusts with her life and with her every secret is the only person who's afraid of her. Maybe that's how it will always be, though. The truth was too much for most people.]
[She tries to smile back, tries to look pleased and happy. But his confirmation does hurt her again, probably because she'd hoped her disconnect from the tears would make her... less lethal?]
There's plenty of nicer scenery. [Elizabeth gives the bar a disparaging look. In her opinion, it wasn't nearly as interesting as some other places in Luceti. Other places smelled nicer too.]
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Booker's just glad it isn't enough to change how he acts around her - he doesn't know much about her life in the tower but he does know that she must have been treated like she could blow any second on the rare occasion she did get some human interaction.
Her smile is strained and that's...better than he was hoping for.
What she says though, that...strangles a laugh out of him. It's enough to get him to ignore the bottle she'd set back in front of him.]
Oh? What'd you have in mind?
[He could trust Elizabeth to give him something to do. It was the gaps he had trouble filling.]
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But if you really have to shoot something, and the Battle Dome isn't good enough, we could always go on missions together...
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It's all going pretty normal until she mentions the missions and his face closes off.]
No.
[He thinks that's the end of the missions discussion. Hah.]
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Why not? You're bored. Missions will make you not bored. [Duh.]
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Yeah, I got that. I mean: no, you ain't coming with me on 'em.
[She had to go through Columbia and beyond with him before Luceti. At least here things are at a more normal pace. He doesn't want to have her luck run out on some stupid mission either. It's too risky.]
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You can't shoot and look for supplies at the same time. And I'm guessing you don't have a fancy magnetic shield anymore. [She frowns, because while Booker may be trying to spare her more conflict and fighting, Elizabeth isn't ready to leave that behind while Booker keeps delving into it. They're a team, aren't they?]
It doesn't make sense to go by yourself. Would you go back into Columbia without me?
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[He snorts at his own (really bad) joke before eyeing the still half-full bottle. This conversation needs liquor badly but he's wondering if Elizabeth will try to take it away again.]
But I wouldn't ever drag you back into a mess like that if I knew you didn't have to be there. You don't have to watch my back, I managed for thirty-seven years I can keep managing now.
[He's so much more of a grumpy old man than he has any right to be.]
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[Either way, Booker's insistence that he can take care of himself no matter what meets Elizabeth with a healthy dose of skepticism.]
So when Songbird threw you into that tower and I stopped him from killing you, that was you managing? And I guess you just open locks with bullets usually, huh. [She crosses her arms, looking well and truly ticked now.]
Well, I guess I'll just go by myself then, if you don't want me interrupting your managing.
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[It's the closest thing to a whine you'd ever hear out of Booker DeWitt. He doesn't want you to use the times when he actually needed help against him Elizabeth! Those don't count.]
I'm not in the habit of dragging young women into a fray -- least of all you. You're helpful, yes, but I'd rather have a hard time of it than wonder if you're going to come out of it in one piece.
Columbia is not something I am keen to repeat.
[The worry, the outright panic at seeing her being used by Comstock's scientists, the horrible boiling anger at Comstock - at himself - for doing all of it to her.]
'sides, last time I checked there ain't a Songbird here.
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[Elizabeth understands the explanation, even accepts and admires it. But...]
This may not be Columbia, and there may not be a Songbird, but that doesn't mean this is paradise and I should be happy to stay here and do nothing. If there's a way to escape, it isn't going to be easy and we'll have to fight for it. Nobody's shooting at me now, but that doesn't mean there isn't a quiet war going on. And we're in the middle of it again. I can't ignore that, I'm not happy and I can't pretend to be.
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[Please say no.]
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I almost had the fight stamped out of me once, though. And that was... I'd never imagined something so empty and bleak.
[She wraps her arms subconsciously around herself, unable to shake the memory of those months she spent without Booker. They said he would never come back, Elizabeth had begged to go back to her tower even though once she'd told Booker to kill her if it came to that. It was the most miserable existence Elizabeth had ever known.]
Comstock said to me that he was going to 'cure' me of my hope. Because I never stopped saying you would come, and I guess that was inconvenient for him. Maybe this isn't nearly as bad as it was before, but I never what to doubt that I'm going to be free again. I never want to come that close to giving up again...
i just tl;dr'd all over the place - and i'm sorry?
Comstock was dead, they would never go back to Columbia (at least if he had anything to say about it.), that nightmare was over. As much as he wanted to compartmentalize that like he'd done with Wounded Knee, with his time as a Pinkerton, with
ElizabethAnnaElizabeth's- his wife....he couldn't. Maybe because he had seen what a lifetime of waiting and losing hope and time did to Elizabeth, more likely because she was somehow still eager to try and live.
Booker does his utmost to avoid reacting to what she's told him, to retain the conversation because it is important. He clenches his jaw, breaths slowly, does well enough to avoid seeing red at the simple memory of it.]
Why do you want to come with me on these 'missions'? I know you, Elizabeth. I know you're smart; smarter than me. You could do a lot of things here, better things than going and risking your neck for the people who brought us here.
[Booker is unused to having someone to care for. It's a sad statement on his life but it's true. Certainly he's looked out for people before: comrades, clients, friends - if he had them. But he never wanted to protect them. Not like this.
He told himself that there was no point in feeling guilty for the things he'd done. Remorse, yes. Because he'd be an even bigger monster if he didn't. But guilt didn't do anything for anyone.
And yet he felt - knew - that it was his biggest motivator in Elizabeth's case. Guilt: for everything.]
I <3 your tl;dr. ;A;
It's not about them. [That much is easy to say.] I'm more afraid of what happens if you go off and I wait for you... and you never come back.
[She knows she should feel some sort of embarrassment at the admission, maybe. But if Elizabeth is being honest, Booker is the most important person in Elizabeth's life. It was terrible that they were both prisoners, but Elizabeth is at least glad Booker is with her now. Where she can see him, and be sure he isn't dead courtesy of Songbird.]
these two ruin my life
She had to go and say that - she had to go and...
he really wanted that drink now. But instead, he sighs and squeezes her hand. On the back, the brand is bisected by a thin slash of lighter flesh - from a knife between the delicate bones inside his hand. A grim smile twists before he speaks.]
I'm not gonna leave you, Elizabeth.
[He won't say it; but it hurts to hear that from her when he's heard it before. From her namesake.]
Has it ever occurred to you that I might be scared of you coming with me and never coming back?
[It's small and quiet; private for her and as vulnerable as he can manage when he's feeling like he should be putting walls back up. He can't even look her in the eye when he says it.]
I'll never be the same. ;~;
[But it hadn't occurred to her. Not at all. Not because she didn't think Booker cared two whits about her, Elizabeth knows he cares. Maybe she just never thought she could ever die. Maybe she'd always felt safe under Booker's watch. Her eyes widen, and she gets a horrified look on her face.]
No... I'd never thought...
[She looks down at their hands, squeezes back.] I won't go.
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It doesn't change that it's nice to hear.]
I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you do something you didn't want to --
[Apologizing for hearing what he wants is weird and uncomfortable so he just...stops.]
Do you wanna get out of here?
[Suddenly it's a little too dark in here.]
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[She gets up, still holding Booker's hand, and takes the bottle off the table.] Let's go home.