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

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.]

[scootch]

[Despite being told that not only is everything free here, but also well-supplied, Ellie has serious doubts about a clinic's willingness to part with important medicine. Supplies just magically reappearing isn't something she can believe on the fly when she's spent her entire life watching people scrimp and scrape for even the most basic of resources. And here you can just walk in and take it?

It's kind of bullshit, but she's not going to question it until it bites her in the ass. Finding an unlocked window close to the supply room, she glances cautiously around before prying at the glass with her switchblade, pulling it the rest of the way up, and starting to climb her way inside.]

[twinlionfists]

[Hinata spotted the girl from a while away. One of the advantages of super eyesight. She stopped and watched her, but when she attempted to steal from the clinic, she thought it was beyond time to step in and stop her.]

Excuse me, but those are needed here to help those who are sick. You appear to be healthy on the other hand.

[scootch]

[Ellie jerks back immediately, all impulse and nerves, and reaches frantically for something, anything that could act as a weapon if it came to that. The best she manages to grab is a dish, not the greatest, but impact and broken glass can be good enough allies in a pinch. She's more concerned about how this girl managed to catch her.

Holding the dish defensively between her and Hinata, she clutches the meds close to her chest, backing away.]

I need them. Just back off and we don't have to fight.

[twinlionfists]

[Hinata can see the little bit of wildness in the younger girl, and is willing to approach this carefully.

But you know, that's not the right thing to do, Ellie!]

If you attempt to fight me, you will lose.

[It's not a boast. It's a simple statement. Hinata can tell this girl has no chakra, is nothing but a normal human being. Defeating her would be simple.]

[scootch]

[Wow, confident, isn't she? Not that Ellie can really boast great skills, herself; she feels frightened and painfully outmatched without her switchblade, the metal pan a pathetic replacement for her weapon.]

Like I said, I'm not here to fight. But I'm taking the meds.

[twinlionfists]

[That confidence is something that Hinata has on recently allowed herself to feel, but against a normal person, she can definitely take them on.]

I cannot allow you to steal supplies from the clinic. Those antibiotics are for use for those who are ill. You are perfectly healthy. Therefore, I will ask you to please put them back.

[scootch]

[Ellie eyes her for a moment or two longer, debating her options. She's pretty quick, and the exit isn't that far. If fighting isn't ideal...

...yeah, screw it. She grabs something random from the table - some gauze or cleaning materials, she's not looking - flings it at Hinata, and makes a run for the door.]

[smallsurvivor]

[Sup Ellie. How's it feel to not be the youngest kid in the room?

At the rec center, Clementine approaches with the wide-eyed wonder of a young kid allowed to hang out with a not-so-young kid. Older kids are so cool.]

Hi. Are you new here?

[scootch]

[It feels pretty good, but after Sam, she's understandably cautious about getting worked up about it. Clem gets a once-over first to check for any nearby adults (specifically dangerous-looking ones), just for safety's sake, before Ellie nods and marginally relaxes. Can't hurt to be too cautious, but she's been craving some non-adult interaction for a while.]

Looks like. It's that easy to tell?

[smallsurvivor]

Sort of. It's usually the same people every day. You're different, so. ...

[And now that she's got Ellie's attention, she's not really sure what to do with it.]

I'm Clementine.

[scootch]

[Is this the case of two crap conversationalists trapped in an encounter? Well, the beginnings of smalltalk is at least not complicated.]

Ellie. Have you been here very long?

[smallsurvivor]

[Only until she gets comfortable.]

Since March. But I don't mind it. It's a lot better here, I think.

[scootch]

[That's surprising to hear. Not that Ellie can really argue- the only world she's ever known is shit compared to free food, sane residents, and reliable electricity, not to mention that it's apparently safe to go outside unarmed. Hell, for a kid to walk through the woods unescorted is ridiculous, yet here they both are.]

Psh. Your home sucks, too?

[dickmoves]

[ The Rec Center is okay. Well, he means, for a boring place like this it's amazing, but still relatively boring and by boring he means he's done everything there is to do for roughly ten seconds and then zoomed off to do something else.

But inevitably, all roads lead back to here and he's out of stuff to do elsewhere so another rousing game of Mario it is. Even if he'd saved the princesss approximately 100 times by now. Jeez.

He drapes himself over the back of the couch, watching the girl play. ]

You really suck at that.

[scootch]

[Ellie jumps at the voice; there hadn't been anyone around a moment ago, and she hadn't even heard him come in. Mario drops down a pit to his doom as a result of her distraction.]

Jesus, you scared the shit out of me! [Beat.] And what do you expect, anyway? It's my first time...

[dickmoves]

Are you ever behind on the times. [ He stretches, cracking his neck and grinning. ] You gotta hold B down to run.

[scootch]

More like the times gave mankind the finger and bailed.

[It's half-mumbled, her focus back on the game. She tries it, and sure enough, it does help a bit in her next attempt.]

[dickmoves]

They do that. Oh, hey - stomp on that one. You'll get a one up if you chain it.

well hallo thar

[survivalmode]

Ellie?!

[Can you hear the panic in Joel's voice, Ellie? The man comes running toward her from across the town square, his usual preference for stealth abandoned as his feet thud heavily on the pavement.]

Damn it, girl! Where have you BEEN?

aaaaaaaaa omg omg C: !!!

[scootch]

[It's not often that Joel gets like that. At least, not when there isn't a pack of zombies or soldiers chasing after them. Ellie's mostly surprised by his sudden appearance, and it takes a few seconds for the anger and a similar sort of panic to flit across her expression. Especially since he'd been bleeding to death last time she saw him.]

I've been looking for you! Jesus, Joel, what happened?

: D ALSO SURPROSE BECAUSE I CAN'T HTML TONIGHT

[survivalmode]

"I dunno." He hesitated to think that there might be something wrong with his mind. Joel had kept things together for years. Even in the darkest hours, he hadn't lost it the way some people had. But this didn't look like Montana and he sure as hell didn't remember buying a plane ticket to Canada.

"You ran off with that damn horse. That's the last I remember. By the way -- that was stupid, Ellie."

I shall endure

[scootch]

Ran off with the- wait, she definitely remembers that, but that's not the last thing that happened...

"I know it- we've already been over that shit, geez. Why're you bringing it up now?" This is worrisome. Did he lose his memory when he got stabbed?

: D

[survivalmode]

Oh, God. Had he lost his memory?! Or was something wrong with --

"Let me see your arm." This command was issued in a tense voice a little over a whisper. They HADN'T been over ANYTHING, and he was super-alert to any tells that might mean Ellie was getting sick. He had to check on her infection -- make sure it wasn't advancing. And he didn't want to alert the whole damn world to that fact, either. But he had to know.