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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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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.

[Simon gives Sam such a look of long-suffering exasperation at that.]

That was still back at Abel, Sammy. Are you telling me you've done nothing fun since you got here?

[He actually has to think about that. That's, well, really depressing actually.]

Uh... not being surrounded by the undead every day is pretty fun.

Jesus, you're a tragedy.

[Simon slumps back in the chair and rakes his fingers through his hair before pointing determinedly at Sam.]

Finish your ice cream. We have things to do.

Says the man who owns lycra shirts and can sing the entirety of ABBA's discography.

[He snorted softly and took another bite of his cake and ice-cream.]

Like what?

Oi now! [Simon lets his chair clatter back to all four legs as he gives Sam a scolding look.] Don't go trying to disparage ABBA just because you have no taste in music. Or because you're jealous of my abs. There's nothing wrong with lycra shirts.

And once you finish, you'll find out. I'll have to call Jack and Eugene in on this. They've been here longer. They'll know where the local hotspots are. [He pauses, squinting a moment.] It's got to have some of those, right? All these people, nothing to do every night? Well, except for the usual, but that usually comes later.

Hey! I have excellent taste in music. I'm not stuck in the 70s like some people. And no-one looks good in lycra shirts. It's like a rule of the universe.

[He huffs, giving Simon an amused look.]

I think there's a bar? But come on. It's about the size of Abel. it's not exactly going to have a huge selection and... I really don't want to hear what you get up to at night.

I am never stuck anywhere. Unless I intend to be. And you know what they say about rules.

[Simon just smirks at him for that.]

If you were getting up to something yourself, that wouldn't be an issue, you know.

Don't break them or you'll get thrown out of the gates and die a horrible death.

[He replies quickly, barely even thinking about it. They didn't have the time and resources to keep people who were going to cause trouble.

He rolls his eyes at that, giving Simon a somewhat sour look.]

Why do you care anyway? It's not a big deal.

Pretty sure that was only Janine's rule, actually. Not that she enforced it on the lighter offenses, otherwise half of us would have been booted our first week.

[His expression turns to one of mock indignation.]

What do you mean why do I care? It is a big deal. We're not in immediate danger of getting our brains eaten, so it's time for me to return all the favors I owe.

Yeah, she did start to go easy once she realised she couldn't actually stop people swapping rations, telling dirty jokes and crawling into bed together.

I don't see what that's got to do with dragging me out at night? I don't get it.

Nope. In fact, I think we did it more when she was still trying. [Simon's grin is totally unrepentant.]

[And Sam gets an eyeroll for that]

Which is exactly why I'm dragging you out.

I'm surprised she hasn't decked you, all those times you've flirted with her.

Not all of us think with areas other than the brain, y'know.

Why would she do that? She was flirting back. Well. In as much as Janine ever flirts.

What a pity that is, too.

Yeah, I think you might just have been you mistaking murderous intentions for flirting.

[The idea of Janine flirting is kind of... yeah.]

The point is, if you want to go out and pick up women, that's fine. I'm just not that interested.

[Or good at it.]

You have so much to learn, Sammy. [A long-suffering sigh.]

Should we help you pick up a boy instead then? [This at least has him perking up a little.] We can do that. I'm sure Jack and Eugene know of a few of those as well.

Wh- No! [God, he must be bright red right now!] How did you even get to that? I do not understand how your mind works.

Not many do. [Simon's still smirking as he steals one of the last bites of cake left crumbled on the plate before pushing himself to his feet.] Come on, Sammy. Let's go find you some excitement.

Probably a good thing.

[He glares at Simon for a moment as he swipes some of the last bit of cake.]

No. No excitement. I think I am quite happy never having any excitement again. Seriously. Staying in the house all night not worrying about whether the fences will hold sounds pretty perfect.

[That gets him another eyeroll.]

I'm not talking about that sort of excitement, you dummy. Come on. Or I swear I will toss you over my shoulder and carry you to wherever the Radio Boys are. Don't think I won't.

[Sam gave him a long suffering look but then nodded.]

Fine. Just... fine. Whatever.

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