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[*] test drive meme

Test Flight!

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ spike is up on stage trying to get a roll going. but it's rough. like, it's just a really long story but he's trying to tell it anyway because he's drunk and he's spike and because buffy's name is in this pamphlet.

and because he has wings.

the vampire shoves said offending things out of his face, a greyish feather fluttering to the ground. ]

So -- anyway -- there I was, up against them all. Can you believe it? Bloody dinosaurs, right he--there, in LA. There was this big ugly commanding the charge, and it was up to me, and me alone, to take him down. Didn't even let him get a blow in edgewise before his head was rolling down the street. Of course, the. The type of demon he was, it's not important, but they can live without their bodies. Regenerate, like, so. I wrapped his big ugly tongue 'round his big ugly face and--

[ he's going to get kicked off stage any second here. ]

[ at first, she tries to shrink down in her booth. she doesn't even want to be associated with the drunk ranter talking about dinosaurs and tongues and los angeles -- as if the thought wasn't pangy enough. her lip curls and she sips her own drink -- a virgin daiquiri thank you very much -- and someone sitting with her must make some kind of a scathing comment because buffy's cheeks turn red.

but not with humiliation. no, more like a righteous indignation. she gathers her strength and wits about her before standing and vaulting onto the stage. management might not be kicking him out, but the slayer is. ]

I think you've had enough war stories for the night, Spike. [ her voice stays soft. as if, for now, she's not interested in scolding him too publicly. ]

[ everything else kind of fades out when she comes near him, he feels deaf dumb and blind from the proximity, though he tries desperately to hide the shock on his face. he hadn't even seen her at the bar, and in retrospect he really should have. he should have known she was here.

but it doesn't stop him. on the contrary. he slings a casual arm around her shoulders, unconcerned with the high probability that he'd be lucky to get away with touching her without am injury. but he does it anyway, raising the cordless microphone. ]

I know you know who this girl is. Buffy Anne Summers. Your savior, right? She was ours first. Our world... [ his lips curl in a sort of cruel smile and now he's hoping she does punch him. just put him out of his fucking misery already. ]

But she wasn't there, in Hell. She didn't see to the bad guys -- I did. That's why I'm the Lord of Beverly Hills.

[ he dropped his arm to puff out his chest a little, then raised it like someone might cheer for one of them. except almost no one in the crowd was listening anymore. ]

[ buffy could put up with a lot of shit from a lot of people. hell, it's practically become her second vocation. but the moment spike slips his arm around her -- the moment he dares to question her efficacy in a way she only permits herself to do -- she feels the old steely and ice-cold anger rise in her throat.

vice-like, she grabs that cheering hand of his and tries to twist it 'round his back. now she feels eager to march him out of the establishment. to shame him as she does so. ]

Because Beverly Hills is such a noble spot. [ she hisses -- still quiet, still just in his ear. he's angered her, but not to the point of turning it into a speech for everyone's consumption. ] What the hell is your problem?

[ the microphone clatters to the ground and he makes a noise not unlike a scoff in the back of his throat. ] Ow.

So now I'm worthy of the Slayer's attention. About time. [ he speaks in that cool, sardonic tone he has that's a bit louder than a stage whisper but isn't the booming storytelling voice he'd just been using. ]

If my attention's what you've wanted--[ she pushes him down the stage steps, knowing even as she spoke that her words were lies ]--you know there are better ways to get it than this.

[ except buffy summers has been ignoring spike for the better part of a week. ]

Oh yeah? Like what, then? Pitching rocks at your window?

[ the cruel smile comes back even as he allows himself to be marched. he's not putting in even one ounce of fight. ]

I have a journal. You have a journal. We could be civilized adults about this. For once.

[ she weaves him around the tables. ]

[ at least the 'we' seemed to imply the immaturity award didn't go to spike in full, though he wasn't sure how much of a solace that really was. ]

Like you would've answered. [ he knocks his shoulder into hers to try and get free, suddenly not liking the idea of her touching him. or maybe he wants to retain what little dignity he has left. either way. ]

Like you would've ever tried. Nope. Always gotta do the big stupid stuff, just to get my attention. If I didn't know any better...

[ she's interrupted by his sudden jostling and so meets his rebellion with a hard shove into the landing at the top of the stairs. cloud nine, after all, is situated on the top floor of a building. and it's a steep staircase between here and the ground level. ]

[ he'd be totally fine rolling down the stairs and she knows it, but he just wrests his hands free after the stumble, glaring over at her and rubbing at his wrists. so maybe not fine, but he'd survive it. a lot easier than this conversation by a mile. ]

Everything's about you, all the time. Do you even hear yourself?

Need I remind you about who brought up whose name on a freaking stage? God -- I'm not the one making this about me, Spike. You are.

[ a soft breath; a long-suffering roll of her eyes. ] You always have.

[ he opened his mouth to snap back at her, then quickly deflated. this was no fun, not at all. ] Yeah, well... just don't ignore me anymore, alright?

[ how supercalifrextra lame of him tbqh, but what else was there? he just didn't want to be forgotten, no matter who she was dating. ]

[ is this real life? is this really happening? buffy crosses her arms over her chest, rocking back on her heels. there she stands -- between the club's door and spike. the stairs careen off to their left. ]

Don't tell me big bad Bill the Bloody's feelings are bruised?

I do have them, you know. [ he shook his head and started down the stairs without waiting for her, this was stupid and he felt like a teenager in one of those 80s movies. ] Feelings.

[ he rolled his eyes inwardly and turned back towards her, looking up from a few steps down. ] Can't really blame you though, can I? It would be hypocritical and then some.

Idiotically so.

[ hypocritical. buffy feels petty to be thinking it at all, but it's hard not to remember that spike poofed back into existence without so much as sending a card. and why should he have? hadn't they closed the chapter on their doomed association with burning hands and a lie that may still have been half true?

but every time he shows up, she feels the old grudge rise in the back of her throat. ] Come on. Let's get the hell out of here. Even the stairwell is unbelievably stuffy.

[ it was a cruel way of saying walk with me. ]

[ flipping back around, he started descending the stairs again, wings drawn in close to his body as he watched his boots take each step. ]

I was a coward. Always have been when it came to you, huh.

[ yeah wow he's drunk. oh well #yolo ]

Turns out that's a thing most men are.

[ or just that she only seems to end up involved with cowards. somehow. ]

[ wowowowowowo he does not want to hear about her other man drama right now. or ever. but mostly now. ]

Ever think it might be a problem with the user? [ even so, it was an unnecessary comment and he knew it. but he's hurt and expressing himself, dammit. ]

...I despise you -- [ the words are out before she can think them through. before she can chastise herself.

and all that left, once the syllables are said, is regret. ]

Yeah. [ he grunts, dismissive, winding in on himself even more. this staircase is so damn long and he's tempted to pitch himself off it so he doesn't have to walk with her like this anymore. ] You've made that abundantly clear.

Not quite so clear as some of the things you've seen fit to clarify. What the hell was up with that speech back there?

[ the scathing look he shoots her says it all really: you know what it was about. maybe not all the specifics, but she did know. she knew how he felt because she herself had felt it. ]

Can I go back to Hell now, please? One way ticket, do not pass go, all the bloody way back. Charmed is the only thing on television, but you know something? I'd take it over this any day of the week.

[ she starts down the stairs -- arms still crossed. ]

...Sad. Super duper sad.

Usually. [ he rolls his eyes right back down to his boots. he hated being treated like a child. he hadn't actually done anything wrong, until buffy showed up. surprise surprise. ]

I'm sorry, alright. Sorry-- sorry I never called. [ he knew it was as good as a nonissue for her. she had seen a few versions of him come and go she'd been in this bloody place so long. but this is his first time and he needs her to know he really didn't ever mean to hurt her. ]

spike } btvs } 4 tbqh

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i never get to use spike's angry icons i'm pumped rn

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