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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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No! [Oh God no.]

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...

[Booker doesn't really know why he's still so angry about that. About Elizabeth being taken, tortured, experimented on without restrictions...

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.]

[Elizabeth looks down at the table for a moment, formulating what she wants to say. Why does she want to go out and risk her neck for the Malnosso?]

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.]

[Shit.

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.]

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[Booker rarely holds her hand. And when he does, Elizabeth immediately pays attention. Emotional moments from such a guarded man have to be valued. And Booker's hand feels warm and comforting in hers. It always had, since the first time she'd wrapped his hand.]

[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.

Edited 2013-06-20 05:24 (UTC)

[The relief in Booker is actually palpable and his whole body shifts low in his seat with it. It's good to hear her say she won't. But he can't believe it as easily as he finds it soothing. Elizabeth is just as stubborn as he is and he wouldn't put it past her to change her mind about this at some point.

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.]

Yes, let's go. [Elizabeth isn't sorry she told Booker she wouldn't go on missions. Even if she's worried about Booker, even if she's sure she can protect herself, she'd never guessed that Booker was worried about her. Even in Luceti of all quiet places. She needs time to process this.]

[She gets up, still holding Booker's hand, and takes the bottle off the table.] Let's go home.

Test Flight!

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i just tl;dr'd all over the place - and i'm sorry?

I <3 your tl;dr. ;A;

these two ruin my life

I'll never be the same. ;~;

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