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

[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.]

[savedtheworld]

[If he listens amongst his staring, he may hear a noise coming from a nearby aisle - one that's much like the sound of metal cans clanging together.

Yes, there is a tattooed teen monk, who is quietly stacking all of the cans that had been on the shelves up to try to make something resembling a castle.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla's stopping by to pick up food for a small party she was going to throw, and she's disappointed that the shelves are thoroughly empty. It's also more than a little worrisome, because her father has a big appetite. If there's no food...well, she supposes they could hunt for it if they really, really had to, but she'd rather not have to do that when she could get fresh food here. Perhaps it's just a temporary problem.

The petite teenager glances over and up and spots a tall blonde man glowering at the shelves.]

I'm sure they'll restock the shelves soon.

[Perhaps food can be found elsewhere in the meantime. She'll do her best to be positive about things for now, though.]