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[*] test drive meme

Test Flight!

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.

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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.]

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.]

[Sam drops the spoon to the bowl and just looks at Runner Three, looking a little ill.]

Why would you say that?

[How is he supposed to eat it now that he's thinking about zoms?]

What? [Simon looks baffled at that reaction, giving Sam a confused look.] Well, it's not. It's just tea and cake. And oooh, ice cream. [He not-so-subtly steals a fingertip full.]

About biting?!

[He huffs and glares at Simon for a moment, pulling the plate closer to himself when Simon steals a dollop of ice-cream.]

Yeah. Ice-cream. Really nice ice-cream that now has- has germs on it. I don't know where you've been.

Only you would start worrying about your food biting back.

[Simon rolls his eyes and sucks on his finger, looking completely unrepentant at being on the receiving end of Sam's glare.]

Sure, you do. You were there, too. Hell, you've sent me most of the places I've been. Also I've taken like... six hot showers today, I think you're safe.

I just worry about biting in general.

[He glares for a moment longer than then takes a bite of his cake which still tastes good even after having Simon's grubby mitts on it.]

...true. And the showers... I think I just stood in ours for about an hour this morning.

Biting can actually be very enjoyable, in the right sort of situation. [Simon helpfully points this out, propping his chin on his arms as he grins.] And it was an hour thirteen, actually. I counted.

Yeah... [He drawls, giving Simon a sceptical look.]

Kind of not high on my list of things to experience, y'know? After the zombie apocalypse.

[He raises an eyebrow at that, giving Simon a suspicious look.]

Why are you timing my showers? Not like we're on a limit anymore.

Sammy, you don't know what you're missing. [He sighs mournfully and shakes his head.] We've got to do something about this.

[The suspicious look gets a shrug and his typical innocent expression.] I was bored? And it was raining. I wasn't going out running in the rain.

Violently painful infection followed by a traumatic death and reanimation?

[He just can't let go of that fear so easily. Not when he's seen too many people lost on his watch.]

You've been out on runs in the rain before. Lots of times.

Do you see hordes of undead lining up to make you dinner here?

[Simon can understand the fear, but its a moot point now, isn't it? No infection here, no plague waiting to decimate them in the next moment of inattention. They can live again. Why brood?]

That was back when I had to run in the rain.

Well... no. But I didn't see hordes of the undead lining up Before either and look how that turned out.

[It's a pervasive enough fear, and even though Simon is acting blase now, their house still has bars over the windows and an unhealthy amount of tinned food in the cupboards.

He doesn't really have a response for that and it makes him pause for a moment. No. He didn't have to run now, did he?]

I guess.

You still made it to Abel. All safe and sound and in one un-bitten piece. At least there's less people here we have to worry about.

[It's said with a casual shrug, because Luceti's nothing compared to some of the cities and even the large towns they had to escape from back home.

Not that Simon expects the plague to follow them here. What're the chances of that? Maybe next apocalypse will be flying monkeys. Or disco robots.]

Don't sound so enthusiastic, Sammy. [He rolls his eyes, looking amused.]

I was lucky. The Major took me in. Brought me to Abel.

It's about the same size as home, yeah. I hated being in New Canton.

[He still wonders where that line was, when he started considering Abel home rather than just a safe place to hole up for a while.]

It's just taking some getting used to. You go out running and don't need me on the other end of a radio.

Most of Abel hated being in New Canton. [His voice is wry at that, because he sort of understood it. Mostly. And Abel was as much his home these days as anywhere else had been. He'd enjoyed the change of pace in New Canton, though. All the new people. The energy of it. The people in charge made daily life a little too rigid and stifling for his tastes, though.

Heh. He never imagined Janine's way of running things would be an improvement.]

You could always come running with me, y'know.

It's just... god, one bite and it'd make the horde we got look like... like a summer picnic. With more horrible flesh eating death ants.

[Alright, so the metaphor had got away from him slightly. The point was, that many people in one place set him on edge. Weird, when he'd adored visiting London the few times he'd been.

He gives Simon a slightly sceptical look.]

I'm not much of a runner.

That's some vivid imagery there, Sam." [Simon chuckled, shaking his head. Although he knew exactly what the other man meant.] Although its still a moot point while we're here. And your ice cream is melting, Sammy.

[He ignores that skeptical look with a pointed one of his own, balancing his chair on two legs for a moment.] And how much have you tried? It's a valuable skill, you've got to admit. And there's no time like the present to hone it some more.

Yeah... might have got a little carried away there.

Oh.

[He glances down at the expanding puddle of ice-cream and reaches for the spoon again, taking a bite of cake and ice-cream. No sense wasting it.]

Y'know the really weird thing? If I wanted to, I could probably just ask for another scoop. I could probably just... just not eat it!

[And no-one would care, probably.]

Uh... I went out a couple of times around the base? With- With Five during training and...

[Yeah, let's not think too closely about his close brush with complete insanity.]

But that would be a sad tragedy for the poor ice cream. [Simon points this out with an amused look. Although he understood the train of thought. They'd scrimped so carefully with rations for so long that having such a surplus was... staggering, at times.]

That was around the base. And back when there were still zoms breathing down our necks. It's different here. You can do it for fun. When was the last time you just went and did something for fun, Sam?

Yeah. Yeah it would. I can't waste ice-cream.

[He couldn't make himself waste anything honestly. Even when there seemed to be plenty of it to go around. It was one of those 'normal' things that he'd forgotten about. The casual waste. It's why all of the tins in the cupboard are sorted by expiry date and why he'd carefully wrapped up the slices of apple he hadn't eaten.

It's sad that he actually has to think about when he last did something for fun. Even reading books was kind of... more to distract himself from thinking too much than real fun.]

We played D&D with Maxine that time. That was pretty fun.

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