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

2

[urallmaggots]

[Albel supposed it was to be expected, giving his fighting style usually left him hunched over in some manner at any given time. Injuries were to be expected, it was how you learned, a fact he was intimately familiar with. That being said, having one of the infernal wings he had been cursed with damaged was in competition with becoming the most painful thing he had experienced in his life.]

[The injury hadn't been much, with only the edge of a wing getting clipped, but it was enough that he had to rely on pure adrenaline to slaughter the creature that attacked him, and left him stumbling for a tree to lean against. The pain left him disoriented, and the wing hung low, like it was just hanging off a hinge.]

[Still he was too stubborn and prideful to yell for help. Instead, he stumbled along the forest path, reaching out to use the trees to help keep balance; if he could at least get to somewhere he could be treated, then he wouldn't have to worry about the nagging he would no doubt get by the time he had stumbled into the clinac.]

Re: 2

[etherealblast]

[Far from Albel's unfortunate luck, Fayt had been having a good day. He had found a few new earth texts in the library, albeit decently old ones, and had been taking a roundabout walk through the village on his way back to the apartment, enjoying the warm summer day.

But that good mood bottoms out when his eyes catch on the sight of Albel stumbling around just beyond the treeline, the unmistakable red stain of blood obvious even in the shade of the forest.]

Albel?

[He jogs over, before quickly picking up the pace as he gets closer, his expression grim as he takes in the damage. Fayt had been been lucky to keep his pair mostly safe so far, but he remembered the warnings they'd been given upon arrival and had kept them in mind.

Albel didn't have to worry about nagging at the clinic, because he was about to get some right now as Fayt closes in on him.]

What happened?!

Eiko Carol - Final Fantasy IX (1st scenario)

[tiearibbon]

[The grocery store is out of food.

The grocery store is out of food...

The grocery store is out of food...

The grocery store

out of food]

What do you mean there's no food?!

[Eiko says--or rather screams--to absolutely no one in particular, instead venting her frustration by stomping and chucking her basket aside. Said basket may or may not be chucked with enough force to hit someone. This is what happens when you tell a six-year-old girl with an unfortunate habit of hoarding food when left to her own devices that there is, in fact, no dinner tonight.

Of all the bad timing, it had to happen on her first day here too! After another unfortunate ordeal which involved her somehow getting stuck on top of the schoolhouse, she was practically starving--no, dying--by now, and the sound of her empty stomach could probably be heard from a good distance away. She had no problems getting groceries here before on her last visit to Luceti, so why was today any different?]

[winds_voice]

[Someone didn't sound happy... and naturally Eley had to find out just what was going on. The first thing the Spirit noticed was a basket flying straight towards him, but thankfully he managed to deflect it with a gust of wind before it ended up smacking him in the face. Looking around, it isn't long before he notices a small figure at the source of the object's path. Someone who seemed familiar.

He'll just... be standing over here, hoping that she might notice him if he pipes up.]

Excuse me?

Cassie Lang║Young Avengers

[ex_justlikedad293]

[Cassie didn't have such a hard time adjusting to this new place as she thought she would. It was easier because she had her friends...her family here. The people she cared for most were here and they helped her, a lot, and she really needed it. After watching her father die, again, she needed friends again.

Now though, she wasn't with them. She finally felt comfortable doing her own thing. It wasn't a bad thing that she was alone messing with the controls in the Battle Dome. She just happened to wake up early and decided to try it out. She sadly wasn't doing a very good job with it though, so if anyone happened to walk in on her, they could catch the teenager yelling at the controls, trying to figure out exactly what she did wrong.]

[selfhelp]

[Billy spends a fair bit of time training in the dome (though probably not as much as he should, but hey, it's a quiet place), so he stumbles upon Cassie's frustrations at some point. He'd be a lousy friend and teammate if he left it at that, so he'll just sidle on over to check on her.]

Having trouble with it?

Aladdin | Disney's Aladdin

[onejump]

[video]

[Well, Aladdin thought he could handle pretty much anything you could throw at him. He'd adjusted- sort of- to being away from Agrabah and his friends. He could handle the weird Shifts. He could take all the strange and magical people he'd encountered since living here- he was, after all, friends with a genie.

But there was, it turns out, one challenge that Aladdin wasn't quite prepared for, after a life in the desert.]

"How does anybody live like this?"

[It's not often Aladdin updates his wardrobe, but now he speaks from deep within the voluminous confines of a big, plush, fluffy jacket, the hood pulled tight against his face.]

"It's been getting colder for weeks. When does it go back to normal around here?"

[And the sad part is, it's only October.]

[congenieality]

[Your hood is now blue. And has a face. That is talking to Al.]

If you want things to get warmer, hun, you could start with your attitude.

[And just like that, the hood's back to normal. Only now there are several Genies surrounding Aladdin and taking his measurements.]

More importantly, let's working on your fashion. That big old hoodie's a no-no. Isn't that right?

[Another Genie transforms to resemble Tyra Banks.] I'm afraid that as it is, you're not ready to be Luceti's next top model. [That genie then poofs away.]

See, kid? Now, Al, my man! Let's have a tour of our extensive winter catalogue!

MORRIGAN AENSLAND | DARKSTALKERS | OPTION 5... or, rather, a variation of it

[darknessillusion]

[It had taken ages of organizing and who knows how much practicing, but Morrigan had finally twisted enough armsmanaged to get something set up for the whole village to enjoy... Or, at the very least, for the adults to enjoy, seeing as most of the kids should beare asleep by now.]

[So, on a lazy Saturday night, people that are coming into Cloud Nine may notice that there's a large stage set-up along one of the walls (thanks to hundreds of missions), complete with lights and... what look like instrument-holding droids.]

[The soft notes of a piano start up, and Morrigan's voice starts singing.]

Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars...

[Then the lights kick on, and Morrigan poses pretty in some sleek looking clothes, and --]

[Well, this isn't quite the version of the song people may have been expecting.]

[So feel free to enjoy her impromptu performance, Luceti -- maybe catch her after the show, if you'd like. She'll be sticking around for a while.]

[sewdamncute]

[He'd heard the music and came inside the bar. Wasn't the first time Kanji had been to a place like...

What.

The.

Fuck.

Please, don't mind the tall blond in the doorway with the nosebleed. Nothing to see here.]

Rikku ~ Final FantasyX-2

[respect_points47]

[Early this morning there is a very bummed rikku sitting right outside the doorway of the item shop, head in hands, looking like she just lost a puppy.

Later in the day, guess who found out the animals can talk? She's gathered up quite a bunch of small animals, and is having the best time listening to the conversations.

Now that brings it up to a bit later after she got cut out of the conversation, but she found another animal. One that she's making a big scene running away from, and yelling 'SNAAAAAAAAAKE' It's probably gone, but this girl isn't staying near it without her weapons.]

Accelerator | Toaru Majutsu no Index

[vectorchange]

[...What? The store was out of coffee?? Not only his preferred brand but...every fucking brand it had? The boy stood there for a moment, obviously trying his best not to believe what he was seeing.]

You've gotta be shitting me...

[This place was definitely not Academy City but...who the hell ever heard of a store running out of every single bit of its coffee?]

Have a Kanji!

[sewdamncute]

[He'd just wanted some stuff to bring back for Senpai to make for dinner, but that looked like it wasn't happening any time soon.

All the shelves were...empty.]

Man, what the hell is this?

Kanji Tatsumi | Persona 4 | Reserved

[sewdamncute]

[He hated the local clothes shops. They were pretty...mundane, to be honest. So, in the vein of Senpai's encouragement back home to sell his dolls at his family's shop, Kanji had decided to open his own shop and see where it went from there. Surely there had to be a way to make something to keep those...wings safe, right?

Sitting down on the floor of the abandoned shop he figured would be best for this, he pulled the journal out of his jacket, flipped it open and started up the video.]

So, uh, yeah...I got a question? Anyone here tried to make something to protect their wings? And I don't mean just hidin' 'em under their coats and shirts. I mean, like, something that would really keep 'em safe?

[linefacingforever]

[He figured it wouldn't take Kanji long to get some inspiration while here, but Yu thought it would be toward dolls, not toward their own wings. Hunh...]

I'm not sure if anyone has, other than what you mentioned.

[He left his wings out anyway, just... tucked in against his back real close.]

...though it might be cold later on. Maybe protection from that would be more feasible at the moment.

[dishonourabledischarge]

I.

[Back here again, was it? Well, Moran wasn't too upset about that. Place hadn't changed much from the look of it all, neither had the booze. Or the fact that it was free.

So, where's a Victorian former soldier to be found on a Tuesday night? In Good Spirits, nursing a third glass of whisky on the rocks. Not drinking fast enough to get drunk and picking at the bits of food he ordered. Has to get used to it sometime, even if he his own preferred recipes. He can make those for himself at home.]


II.

[They're in a jungle. Moran couldn't be happier. Slipping through the thick foliage, his rifle on his back. He sees movement ahead of him. One pair of big wings, the other doesn't seem to have any. Probably means they've got the little chicken wings of a Lucetian.

So, he raises his gun, aims, and fires with all the skill of a big game hunter and a top marksman of the British army. When the cultist falls, he approaches the body. Have to make sure he's dead, first off -- and that the one he wanted to help out isn't too banged up.]

Yukiko Amagi | Persona 4 | BEACH THIS UP

[gigglesnortpriestess]

[Yukiko enjoyed the beach like most teenagers and the one in the closure wasn't different. The only problem she had was what she had to wear; if she didn't like it the first time there would be no way she would enjoy it the second time around. But the problem was that the stores only had a certain style (just her luck huh) and Yukiko was stuck with it.

Anyone in the area might notice her wearing a cute little white bikini while keeping herself hidden behind some kind of cover.]

[linefacingforever]

[Of course Yu would notice this. Yosuke may have been a pervert, and he still found it slightly disturbing that he somehow knew Chie and Yukiko's sizes, but he had to congratulate his friend for his good taste. The fact that the stores here also had the same bikini made Yu suddenly very grateful to be here.]

Yukiko?

[Yep. His tone is toooootally innocent here.]

Trunks Brief | Dragon Ball GT | Totally a mix of 1 and 5.

[capsulepresident]

[The grocery store being out of food was the last thing Trunks expected to happen. So that party he was planning to have with his family and friends is now completely ruined. He didn't want to freak out, but he knows his dad especially won't be happy hearing the grocery store doesn't have any food. He's not about to go home, so he sits on a bench pondering what he should do instead. Go home and wait to hear his father's rage or try to find a way gather some food for the party? Your character is free to approach him and wonder what's up too.]

k we're doing this

[misterbrief]

[Heeeeeey he doesn't have to go home to see his dad. Isn't that great? His hands find the back of the bench and he leans over to peer at his son.]

You've been taking an awfully long time, Trunks. Did you ever plan on returning or were you going to leave us with nothing, letting us wonder if we'd have the supplies for this blasted party you've all been planning or what? It's bad enough I got sent out to look for you, so you'd better have a good explanation ready.

[flowermemory]

[Never fear hungry lucetians, Senri is here and he's going to make everyone a really delicious soup.

Even if he did forget where the pots and pans were and spent half of the day trying to find them (in his defense, there were a lot of distractions along the way) his hands remembered the years of culinary experience that his mind did not. He doesn't remember how and why certain things smell and taste good together, just that they do. Since the grocery store is out of food, it's made from only the freshest and most delicious wild ingredients.

Like snakes.]

[goldenglasses]

[Just follow your nose! It's what Vash does on one of his walks through the forest. It seemed like sound advice when your nose picked up something as good smelling as it was now. He rounds the corner and- oh! There's a face he hasn't seen in awhile.]

Well! Hey there shorty! Didn't know you were back!

[happysmiles]

[Sasha's always been a hard worker, even now in Luceti. She might be a kid, but she's also a genius that's built satellites among other things- and she's just 12!

Which is why she couldn't help but start up a Luceti branch of Nya Nya Ya, her grandmother's shop that originated in Metafalss, carried over to Sol Cluster, and now... is being started up here as well.]

Excuse me! After giving it much thought, I've decided- I'd like to open up a cluster branch of Nya Nya Ya, right here in Luceti! I'm not sure if there's an actual form of currency here, and I wouldn't want to take anyone's money, but... I can also build or repair things! Er... depending on what it is, anyway... I don't, um... know that much about other people's worlds.

Still, if you'd like for me to try, I'll certainly do my very best. Um... and you don't need to do anything in return, either! It's the least I can do here, anyway, since I don't really have any special skills.

[Come to Sasha for all your... weird invention needs? She also sells Gergo!]

I hope to be of service in the near future!

[implanta]

[GERGO, YOU SAY? Expect Cloche to be there, first in line (if there is a line?!) to not only see Sasha's shop, but for Gergo. And probably to make items with her. Not that she's... all that great BUT SHE'LL HELP.]

Sasha! Do you need any help here, ah... taking some of the inventory of Gergo items off of your hands?

Percy Jackson | Percy Jackson and the Olympians + Heroes of Olympus

[unrestrained]

I. What do you mean there is no food? What do you mean? For any of the inhabitants of Luceti, you may not be so surprised to see people looking pathetically lost a week or so into their arrival.

...What you may not be used to is a certain son of Poseidon looking like a pathetic baby seal staring up at the sign.

IV So, parties weren't actually things Percy was used to. Sure, he'd been to a few of the Olympians and they definitely knew how to party-- but there was a difference between normally twenty foot gods and mostly teenagers.

Especially when there's a beach involved.

It's too bad that a certain son of Hades wasn't around because he's most definitely trying his hand at surfing and it look like he's having a blast-- hey, it's skateboarding but in the water, what did you expect from him? He seems right at home until a wave knocks him off the board.

A few minutes later he can be seen laughing his way onto shore. No harm done.]

[VIDEO JOURNAL ENTRY Being a few days that Percy's arrived on Luceti, he has a very important question to ask when his face appears on the video.]

So, uh, I have the guide-- but why wings? Especially wings that don't make a fashion statement. Shouldn't they be like blue or black to go with anything? Or is white out of season? [A beat.] And what's the point if they can't fly? That's kind of lame.

--Huh. I wonder if I'd get blasted out of the sky here if they did work. But they don't and that's dumb--- but I mean, really.

Wings? Couldn't we have like fins or something?

video;

[ex_knowledge575]

[ Annabeth twitches her own gold-trimmed wings, letting out a laugh. ]

Since when did you care about fashion?

[ Privately she agrees with him - sure, these things were pretty, but they were heavy and they just hung there. What was the point? ]

[fureacchan]

[Adjusting to having wings is hard when you're as clumsy as Furea is. She's got enough problems with trying to emulate the original Atsuko Maeda, whose name she inherited, and then there's the issue with her childhood friend, Noa, but wings??

They might not be that big, but they're enough to throw off Furea's already poor balance, and in the middle of practicing the dance routine for UZA, manages to not so gracefully stumble, fall, and tumble downhill, possibly into anyone who might be below.

Um... look out below?? Clumsy idol incoming??]

SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE I hope you don't mind!

[shinesbrightest]

[Shinji doesn't notice the tumbling idol until it's too late. He panics, not sure if he should get out of her way or try to stop her or...!!

He doesn't even have the chance to make a decision, though, because before he knows it, the tumbling idol has crashed into him and knocked him over, too. All he does is barely let out a yelp.

He's going to be so sore later.]

Tokito Minoru | Wild Adapter

[wildlyadapted]

A. [Tokito is sitting at a table at the back of Seventh Heaven. It's been a few weeks since his arrival in Luceti, but he still usually tries to keep to himself when there are large crowds around. Without Kubota around he'd had to learn to manage talking to people by himself, a skill that he's made progress on throughout the past year, but that's still a bit shaky at times. He gets frustrated easily. Especially when people start going on about things he doesn't understand. If Kubo-chan was here he'd explain...But he's not so there's no point in thinking about it.

Tokito has actually spent a lot of time since his arrival pushing away thoughts of Kubota. What an idiot. If anyone should have been abducted by a strange organization it should have been him.

When Tokito isn't sitting at his table, sulking over his soda, he'll wait until the bar area clears out some before approaching and taking a seat on one of the stools. He orders another soda and does some people watching out of the corner of his eyes.]

B. [Tokito doesn't have much experience with snow, aside from the fact that it falls in Yokohama every winter. But to him it was a type of weather like any other. Not something to look forward to, or to enjoy playing in. Sure he'd seen a few Christmas specials, he knew what snowmen and snow angels were. But they had never been a part of his life.

Maybe it's because he doesn't remember anything about his childhood. He doesn't have memories of his parents bundling him up before he went out to play. He doesn't remember rolling around in the snow or having snowball fights. But that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about it.

So when he spots a group of kids engaged in epic snowball warfare, he can't help but stop and watch. A part of him longs to join in just to know what it feels like. Eventually one of the kids notices him and gestures him over. They show him how to roll the best snowball and show him some of the better places to hide. Then the match is on and for the first time in a long time he's actually having fun.

Until he gets carried away and throws one of his snowballs with his right hand, sending it flying past his opponent and towards whatever unfortunate victim who is about to be beamed in the face. Oops.]

B

[skaterbrain]

[Beat was minding his own business, trying not to freeze because who the hell ever thought snow was a great idea? It clogged up his skateboard wheels and made it so he had to walk everywhere. Walk. It was so freaking slow. Huffing as he went, Beat trudged along until suddenly and without any warning, something hard, cold and wet smashed him straight in the face, taking him off his feet and thumping him hard onto the ground.]

GA---!!!

[SOMEONE JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM.

AGAIN.]

Ellie - The Last of Us

[scootch]

[Okay, so, Luceti's been explained to her. Whatever, they're all lucky she hasn't gutted someone yet. It's ridiculously surreal to be in a town that isn't either overrun with monsters or run-of-the-mill assholes, and truth be told, Ellie doesn't know what to do with herself. There are stores. Actual, honest-to-god stores. And restaurants. And a fucking library.

She's visiting all of these places with caution and an air of wonder, first filling her ratty old backpack with non-perishables and fresh fruit (fresh fruit! Oh my god!), then splitting her time at the library between checking out the comics and teen novels and reading an enormous medical textbook about stab wounds. She also swings by the clinic, sneaking in as carefully as she can to steal some antibiotics. Just in case. She's not the most careful of thieves, and she'll fight like hell if she's caught, but she is a 14 year old girl... can't be too hard to take down. (Thank god she hasn't found her knife yet. That'll be the next stop.)

Eventually she finds the rec center, and that's her last stop. There's a working TV. She'll spend the rest of the day in a pile of comics, junk food, and new clothes, trying to figure out how modern video games work.]

[abidinglaw]

[There are a significant number of cutpurses and petty sneakthieves residing in Port Royal - not to mention the quantity of low-ranking men of his majesty's royal navy - who are themselves convinced that James Norrington has something of an internal alarm. A sixth sense which usually lied dormant. Usually, that is, until such times as an act of delinquency or tomfoolery is committed in close proximity to him. Needless to say that the sight of young girl who evidently believes herself unobserved, crouching and sneaking and keeping a keen eye on her surroundings, well. It draws his attention even through the foliage, and at quite some distance. For a man as tall as he is, James Norrington also has the enviable capacity to be remarkably sly, and for a man of his outward personality, at times shockingly adaptable. On this occasion, however, he has nothing at all to hide. Quietly, and making sure to put as many visual obstacles between himself and that particular entrance to the clinic as he could, Norrington strides toward the creeping child with do-gooding on his mind.]

X-23 | X-Men Evolution | OTA | wildcard

[everythingiamisbecauseofu]

((OOC: Wildcard/create your scenario option here, folks. Also action and voice options all are present and accounted for.))

[Action]

I. At the Battledome
[It's been a little over two weeks since X has landed here and she has spent most of her time training in the Battle Dome, because she did not have any where else to work off her many social and anger issues (in a manner that is safe for everyone living in Luceti, unless of course you get in her way), but this was the first training she was doing of her own choice for the very first time in her life rather than all the training she was ordered to do. She was wearing her usual HYDRA -given outfit (because she owns no other clothes except her New Feather dress and how sad is that?) and some of her hair was down around hr shoulders, loose from the makeshift hair tie she'd clumsily made from some of the fabric of her left shirtsleeve, while the rest was up in a very messy ponytail held in place by a recently -and clumsily-made 'hair tie' that is actually a piece of black fabric cut from her shirt sleeve. X-23 is standing at the control board trying to choose a simulation for today. But there are so many options she doesn't know how she can chose just one. It's a good thing that Logan is not watching her (as far as she knows, that is), he probably wouldn't approve of the pace she usually sets for herself or how much time she has spent here since her arrival. She would most probably have been in for a lecture from him if he knew how much time she's spent here in the short period she's been in Luceti.]
How does one choose a program? There are so many.


II. at the grocery store.
[This is strange. Impossible. A store that sells food completely out of food? Something very strange is going on here.]

What is this? I thought a store of this type was always supposed to be stocked with food. But there's nothing here. Nothing anywhere in the store. What happened?

[voice]
[voice journal entry, made more-or-less by accident and so is more a monologue of personal musings than an actual conversation starter. ]
So, this place is definitely not like home. It's better than any HYDRA base, at least so far. I have to prove to Logan I can handle this myself without his help if he happens to be here. I'm not a kid. 'Kid' implies weakness, helplessness and immaturity. None of those words fit me. Who am I? I'm X-23. I've no other name.

voice

[snikting]

Not exactly the classiest intro to Luceti, kid. [Yup. He used 'kid' anyway, because that's how he bubs.]

Android 18 | DBZ

[tsundroid]

[Wing injuries aren't fun. Wing injuries aren't fun when you inflict them on yourself through rampant stubborn stupidity. She's getting a little fed up with these things being in her way constantly and she's only been here a handful of days if that.

She winces again. She hadn't even done much to the damn thing but the pain was jarring, making her head ache wit the bright flares of pain when her wing shifted or was brushed against. If she ignored it long enough that would work, right?]

Re: Android 18 | DBZ

[swordprincess]

[Karla's just taking her usual walk when she spots the other girl. She hasn't seen her before, and the girl looks like she's in pain. So Karla decides on a quick checkup.]

Hello...are you in pain?

Mai | A:TLA | 3. IDK, go nuts, whatever.

[maipokerface]

[There's a party going on around here, yes there is. Good Spirits is living up to it's name right now. There's a group of people breaking into song in one corner, a band striking up in the other.

And then, there's Mai. Just sitting at the bar, her cheek propped up on one hand and her other arm folded across the bar counter top. The few times the bartender passes, he gives Mai a slight sidelong glance and Mai? She just gives him the same flat look back every time.

A few minutes of this and she gives a long sigh. Why was she here again? Oh that's right, because the other option was sitting at home staring at another wall again. The next time the bartender passes, she asks blandly:]

What kind of drinks do you have.

[Not that she's much of a drinker but hey, maybe they have regular drinks too.]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang had been one of the people going on in song. He usually wasn't out at this hour - especially at a place like Good Spirits - but perhaps he's there for a birthday of one of the friends he's made in this world. Once he's done with the song, he sees Mai, being a wallflower as always. Making friends with Ty Lee had been easy enough, so he's eager to get to know Mai better as well.

So Aang - a bit older and notably taller than he was during the war - makes some nimble strides across the room and sidles into a nearby barstool.]

Hey, Mai. Whatcha doing?

Aether Brandier | Original | 4, kind of.

[halfremembered]

[ One of the first tenets of knighthood one learns upon accepting the mantle: the lack of action is a good thing. It ought to be savored and enjoyed because nobody knows when things might go to hell again and one's every day will be spent with their hand on the blade. Aether knows it well. He has come, over the seventy seven years of his life, to appreciate that the best parts of his life are the ones when he isn't needed. And now that he is stuck here, leagues away from his beloved Feywild, he contents himself knowing that he won't be needed there until he is done with this place.

Not that there is much to do in Luceti. Troubles come in bursts and his blade is comfortable in its sheath most of the time. His hobbies often take priority over his actual skills, which isn't so bad once he considers it. He did want to have more time to improve himself in subtle ways.

He seats himself on the edge of the fountain at noon, much like any representative of humankind's most admirable calling - the bard - would do. The instrument in his hands is large and ornate; it vaguely resembles a lute, but there is magic dancing through the veins between wood and metal, bringing the thing to life and binding it to his spirit as much as his hands are bound to the strings. He strums it for a while, testing the sounds until he finally comes across one with a little spirit, but finally begins to play.

It is a slow and relaxing tune for now, its melody firmly steeped in the memory of a summer daydream that comes when one looks up at the sky in the middle of a forest trail and finds a thousand and two shimmering leaves smiling down on them. It might eventually change into something else with his mood, or it might become whatever the listener requests.

After all, the lack of an open purse in front of him notwithstanding, he does this for the same reason any other bard would - the audience. ]

[generalflirt]

[You know, he's not sure why he's surprised that Aether can play an instrument that well, but he is, honestly. And it's perhaps because of that initial surprise Masaomi himself sits on a bench at the edge of the plaza which faces toward the fountain to listen to it, resting his chin on one of his palms. He realizes, of course, that he's admiring Aether, bu...t. Whatevs]

Aria Otonashi | Original | 3.

[into_ashes]

[ Ahhh, she really isn't cut out for this city life thing. A dragon's place is in an ancient shrine, hidden somewhere in the forests, lakes and mountains, not here, stuck amidst the mind-numbing routine of a normal life. It would be one thing if their captors made things interesting by putting them into a wild and unexplored land, left to fend for themselves and build new lives. But no, here she is - comfortable and provided for without barely lifting a finger.

But then Aria realizes that she's being unfair. This place probably was the kind she hoped it would be in its early days, she simply missed those days by arriving far too late. She is a bit sad about it. Founding cities has always sounded like a marvelous thing. It's a time most of her elders recall with the most fondness, telling stories of how humans and yokai worked together, cultivated fields and built most beautiful shrines. Perhaps seeing all that in person would have kept her from seeing the worst in how those fondly remembered places turned out decades later, with farms choked by industry and ancient cairns reduced to ruin.

She will have to write her own story, she knows that now. One about living in such places and making them matter, if only a little bit. She can do that later, though, when things actually happen and she has something to worry about.

For now, Aria is seated on a barrel right outside the bar, a long and ornate pipe sticking out of her mouth and filling the air with a sweet aroma of herbs. She'd rather be back in the crowd, but smoking isn't something one does among other people... so she's fine with this self-imposed exile for now.

Of course, she would still appreciate a little bit of company. ]

[godbent]

[ Haruhi was in the bar. The bar wasn't unpleasant by any means, but it's also busy and frankly she's not big on the bar scene. So while she did enjoy a cocktail and maybe even a little chatting, she wanted a breather from it. She goes out to see... a long and ornate pipe.

Who smokes pipes?

Thus, she ends up standing in front of, realizing that's a little awkward, and then sitting next to the other woman]

That's a neat looking pipe.

Scott Summers | X-Men Evolution

[eyecondition]

I.

[Ahhh, Luceti. Good old Luceti, vacation spot for anyone sick of living in the real world. Nobody throws garbage at you for being different in Luceti. Everyone's different here. So Scott's going to celebrate the day by doing absolutely nothing. If anyone needs him, he'll be the guy stretched out on a beach chair in front of House 16 wearing swim trunks and sunglasses. Who cares if it's September? The world's not ending.

Feels good, man. Feels good.]


II.

[That whole "doing nothing" plan probably won't work very long once Scott's back up to speed on Luceti's current events. He'll be hitting the Danger Room Battledome fairly heavily afterwards. Except... Those controls aren't particularly intuitive. Did he accidentally send giant robots hurtling into your pastoral scenario? Or perhaps you slipped into the wrong door and almost ended up on the wrong side of some dude shooting laser beams from his eyes. Sorry about that.]

[wildbluevagner]

[It's such a dorky image, Kurt just has to find a way to spoil it. And he does, courtesy of one of the best finds he's had in the item shop (and one which Rogue likely went through great pains to try to hide from him).

It's a super soaker. And it's now firing at Scott's chest, while he lets out a satisfied laugh.]

Fish out of the water!

Hiccup | HTTYD

[dragoneer]

A:

[ Old habits die hard, apparently! Hiccup starts working at the smithy again almost immediately after returning to Luceti, and he keeps reaching for tools that aren't there, or keeps trying to pick up things that much too heavy for him. He remembers being a bit more buff the last time he was here. Ha. Him. Buff. Anyway, bother him as he fusses over the details. ]

B:

[ Hiccup - and Toothless - are picking up fish from the grocery store. Toothless insists on accompanying Hiccup inside. HICCUP NEVER PICKS THE GOOD FISHIES, he needs some help from his dragon with this.

Hope nobody minds that all the displays are getting knocked over. ]

B

[onejump]

[Well, you can't blame Aladdin for being somewhat mesmerized- he's never seen such a massive variety of foods available, foods he's never even heard of, much less seen, and all free for the taking? It's a bit overwhelming. Even the fish section has things he'd never seen before! Okay, he wasn't entirely sure those "lobster" things were actually edible, they looked like huge bugs to him.

But before he has time to contemplate this mystery, he's a bit distracted by the contents of a shelf behind him getting knocked down by a-

... what the heck was that? He yelps in shock and backs away from the animal- Sure, he's seen bigger, but that thing definitely looks dangerous.]

"Uh... n-nice, um. Lizard. Thing?"

[stopmjolnirtime]

[The Larder in his modest and cramped home is empty. Requiring sustenance Thor lumbers his way to the food stores, as he has realized one cannot dine out every meal of every day. Well one could but it reflected poorly upon his ability to care for himself, and if there was anything that might be said of Thor, let it never be said he could not care for himself adequately.

He simply is out of practice.

When he reaches the store, carefully plucks out a basket and finally reaches the shelves-

they too are bare.

It's a cruel twist of fate or circumstance and for a long moment he stands glaring at the shelves that were not one day ago full of fruit and vegetables and all manner of succulent meats to be cooked and enjoyed.

They remain bare.

A moment more, he glowers. He does not punch the shelves. It is not their fault they are bare. They cannot help that they have not been stocked.



It doesn't keep him from glowering until he thinks of something better to do.]

[all7seas]

[What drives a man to hate shelves in this way? What motivates him to glower with a glower that would peel paint from wood, if such a thing were possible?

Captain Jack Sparrow isn't certain. He has only come into the shop for a bit of rope, after all -- not to spew venomous hate at lack.

For what is lack but the absence of things that we truly want? Jack knows that feeling, but it is not hate: it is wistfulness. And this large man, he decides, can never truly be wistful. Not with that beard, anyway.

A man who hates shelves can also never be wistful. That would be a fact of life, right up there beside never insert the business end of a fine bean up your left nostril. A HURTING kind of truth. A sordid, mucky, solid kind of truth that gets stuck to your boot and never comes unstuck. Makes that stucky-wonky sound every time you take a step, as though to always remind you of itself and never let you escape from its bitter truthiness.


Like treacle.


Jack stares angrily at the shelves also. He hates treacle.]