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

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.]

[dadlyinstinct]

[His eyes glance over to Booker when he overhears the complaint. Maybe helping someone else can give him an idea?]

Need some help?

[amonglions]

[Oh thank god someone to his rescue.]

Yeah, yeah you got no idea how much.

[He's saved!]

I'm trying to find something to say I'm sorry to my -- [not-daughter?] to someone. Any ideas?

[dadlyinstinct]

[Someone? Well, it isn't his business to pry into the life of a stranger. Though something tells Lee that the guy's in trouble with a woman. He remembers doing the same thing for his wife a number of times.

...Best not to dwell on that.]

Depends. How mad is she?

[smallsurvivor]

[It's okay if Lee didn't notice Clementine closeby. She's used to people losing track of her. It's enough that he's here, and he's well and that means that maybe someday her parents and everyone else can come here and be well again too!

But when he speaks, she assumes it's meant for her and steps closer.]

You're trying to pick out flowers. Because maybe we can start a garden outside your window. Right Lee?

[dadlyinstinct]

[His head turns over and he smiles a little at her. One of the nice surprises was seeing Clementine here, uninjured. Though he has to wonder what happened exactly after he passed out. He doesn't think he can live with himself if she got hurt. Though he didn't expect her to be hanging around, he may as well ask for her input.]

Right Clementine. You want to help me pick out some? There's plenty of them.

[smallsurvivor]

[She could tell him. She could tell him everything about what happened at home. She knows better than that though. Even though it's important to always be honest, leaving things out isn't the same as telling a fib.]

Okay! Maybe... The yellow ones? They look like sunshine.

[dadlyinstinct]

Like sunshine. Sounds nice.

[He carefully picks up a pot of yellow mums and shows it to her.]

We can fill the whole windowstill with these. Maybe find a nice plot of land somewhere and make an outdoor garden too.

[smallsurvivor]

That sounds nice, Lee!

[She'll even accept the pot from him because he's only got one arm that's still so creepy.]

Did you used to garden a lot when you were a teacher?

[dadlyinstinct]

[He lets her take it, thankful that she's understanding of his handicap. Even if she's probably unsettled by it all the same.]

No, I didn't. Never had the time for it. What about you? You had a pretty large backyard.

[smallsurvivor]

My Mom liked to plant things. I watched her from my treehouse.

I probably should've helped her.

[dadlyinstinct]

[Her mother. Right. He still remembers the two Walkers in Savannah. They looked exactly like the people in the picture...]

Do you know what flowers she planted? We can put them there too.

[They never did have time for mourning. Maybe this can be a way to help her.]

[smallsurvivor]

I dunno.

[They were purple and they looked like they had black and white faces in the middle. But it feels weird sharing that with anyone.]

[dadlyinstinct]

Well, if you remember, maybe we can find them. I'm sure there's a book on flowers in the library too.

[Though he doesn't think she wants to talk about it...]

For now we can just take these yellow ones. Two or three should be enough to fill the windowstill.

[smallsurvivor]

Okay.

[She grabs a second and reaches for a third, though the last one might be a bit much for her.]

Do you like it here, Lee?

[dadlyinstinct]

[He notices her struggling and opts to take the third one himself. He might have only one hand, but it shouldn't be too hard to hold it if he carries it straight.]

Yeah, it's nice. People seem friendly too.

[And no Walkers, but that goes without saying. Even if that same fact makes him feel out of place, he doesn't know if he can share that with Clementine. No need to make her worry. She's had enough of that he thinks.]

How about you? No one is giving you trouble, right?

[smallsurvivor]

Just when they leave.

[SOB VANELLOPE you were the best BFF a girl could ask for. :(]

But it's okay! I take care of Ben and Jack. And sometimes Buffy makes me milkshakes and talks to me about girl stuff.

[dadlyinstinct]

[Right. Leaving. He hopes that doesn't happen to either of them. But he smiles when she talks to him about her friends.]

That's good. I'm glad you've taken to this place well. I saw there was a school here. Have you been going there?

[unblessed]

[Capell was just heading back to the apartment building when he noticed a weird sound coming from the forest. As he gets closer, he realizes it's just something (someone?) hitting a tree, and it isn't much longer before he discovers Lee there himself. It doesn't look like he's trying to cut the tree down, but he's not sure why else someone would be hitting a tree like that. He watches for a moment before he speaks up.]

Um, is something wrong, sir?

[dadlyinstinct]

[He tries to stop his swing halfway as he hears the voice, the ax hitting the tree with a light thud, but looks visibly spooked by how it comes out of nowhere. His head turns, arm still holding the handle, and sees it's just some guy.]

Nothing's wrong. Why would there be?

[unblessed]

Oh, well, I mean... You're not trying to cut down that tree, are you?

[Not that he minds, of course! Even though it might... sound that way, oops.]

[dadlyinstinct]

No, I'm not. Just practicing my swing. [He grits his teeth and quickly jerks the ax out of the tree.] Never know when it might come in handy. I hear this place can get pretty dangerous.

[unblessed]

Ah! [Wow, okay, he feels embarrassed now. Why didn't he think of that? Capell nods at him, understanding now.] You're right, that's a good idea. It's always better to be prepared. You don't want to be caught off-guard here.

[dadlyinstinct]

Yeah. ...I'm new in, uh, town, and I heard that some crazy things happen around here. I figured I may as well start doing whatever I can to protect myself.

[And to protect Clementine. He may only have one arm, but he refuses to be useless.]