trainingwings | Test Flight Meme

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Test Flight Meme

the luceti test flight meme

Reserves are open 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 music? Try playing DJ at HQ, the new nightclub!
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.

Threaded | Flat

[A world without money? Perish the thought!!! Anna was going stark raving mad without the lifeblood of trade and commerce that there's supposed to be. Everyone in this place seemed to be working on a bartering system, or worse, got everything for free! Sure they were being experimented on by scientists, but don't they know how unhealthy it is to have a world without commerce?! Of course... that's all changed now that the grocery store seems to be out of food... She always knew her hoarding habits might come in handy if the scientists pulled something like this.]

Fresh produce for sale~! Get your fresh produce from Anna, and I promise you the price is always right! Now accepting gold, silver, copper, or any other valuables in exchange! Don't starve just because the program says you should, get your freeesh produce here~! Don't have any valuables? Not to worry! We need working hands to get Anna's Emporium up and running! I'll give you a whole bag of groceries for a day's work, so come one, come all!

[Scenario One - Video]

[If you open your journal on this fine day, you'll be greeted with this imposing visage. Even though Doom does not have access to his usual armour in Luceti, given that it's basically considered a weapon of mass destruction on its own, he's allowed to keep the helmet. On its own, it's comparatively useless, but it prevents the rest of Luceti from seeing his horribly scarred face, for which they are no doubt grateful.]

Greetings, citizens - I am Doctor Victor von Doom. It has come to my attention that there is no system of government in place in this enclosure. This simply will not stand. Anarchy may have served in the past, but it shall crumble under the threat of a true emergency and devolve into pure chaos.

While I am certain that there are others here who are capable of leading, they are clearly unwilling to bear such responsibilities in this place. As such, the burden of power must fall to Doom.

Fear not, for I am no unseasoned monarch. Under my guidance, the nation of Latveria entered a new golden age of peace and prosperity [grasped in his iron fist] and remained neutral during a bitter conflict of ideologies where both sides were armed with city-destroying bombs, despite its vast resources which both nations desired. [If only because those bombs were spitballs compared to the weapons that Doom possesses.]

However, one man, even one as intelligent and skilled as I, cannot run a city on his own, even one so small as this, [At least, not until he's finished building his Doombots - once that happens, his recruits will suddenly find that their positions have become "redundant".] so I shall require volunteers to fill key positions within the infrastructure. Describe your qualifications, and if you are deemed worthy, you shall be allowed to move to the next phase of the interview process.

[tl;dr: he's taking over. Any objections?]

[Scenario Two - Action]

[Even mad scientists/dictators/sorcerers get hungry from time to time. Though he is entirely capable of making food for himself, Doom is used to having servants waiting on him hand and foot. As he is still working on creating Doombots out of the limited materials he has on hand, Doom has decided to sample some of the cuisine that Luceti has to offer.

While he is certain that it will be inferior to anything that he could attain in Latveria, he considers it a study to see how these people can make due with such inferior ingredients. So, if you're working or eating at one of Luceti's restaurants (or even if you're across the street, in all likelihood), you'll hear this bellowed at the entrance to the building:]

Behold! The scion of Latveria, Doctor Doom, has arrived! And Doom demands brunch! [He would have broken down a wall to make his entrance, but that might have made it marginally less likely for him to be served.]

Edited 2014-05-02 00:56 (UTC)

[Today, Jack's decided to check out the library. He wasn't a bookworm by any means, but he knew that books held knowledge and anything he could learn about this place would be useful in the long-run, even if it was just how this library worked.

He doesn't get far though before he realises that there aren't any books in this library. Huh... that was weird. Did the Malnosso take them all? Then what was the point of having this empty shell of a building just sitting here, abandoned? The man searches high and low before he finally finds a single tome, sitting lonely on the shelf, title: The Dungeon Master's Guide to Trolls.

Well, trolls were something he knew a thing or two about, but if the way the rest of Luceti was set up was any indication, the trolls here would be different to what he's used to in Filgaia. Time to flick through and see what he can find out!

Any if anyone wants to disturb him, now's the time to do it. Not that it seems like anyone's in here anymore...]

[Lorule is always on her mind. Without her there, Link would come into an empty room with the portrait of the lovely Princess Zelda and things would succeed for them. That couldn't be allowed. It just couldn't.

Hilda tries to go about her business with her head held high, her staff a solid reminder of her duty, but it's hard to think about these people she knows little about and to care about them while her Lorule needed her. How could she trust the word of anyone who claimed that time simply stopped? That was ridiculous. What would be a work of the goddesses was meaningless to her.

The blood dripping from her dark purple wing was a problem too. She would love to tend to it herself, but she's not able to reach as well as she'd like. And without Yuga, or Ravio... Hilda tries not to use her staff as a crutch, but it's painful not to lean on it a little. Why did a wound to a wing hurt so much? It was senseless.

But she must not appear weak. Lorule was suffering far, far worse than this.]

[option: a]
[So the bar? That's a good place to hang out for a bit. Or for an entire evening. Whatever. Not that Harry's drinking overly much - he knows what can happen if he imbibes a little too much.

It's not fun.

You know what else is not fun? Accidentally spilling the drink you just got when you trip over practically nothing. That's... nice. Really. Oops? Hope he didn't splash anyone.]

[option: b]
[Have an ensign at an item shop. Why? Because it's an interesting place and has all sorts of weird little trinkets and nothing ever useful.

That doesn't stop Harry from poking about pretty much everywhere in the shop. Some things, he'll look at closely, mutter about, and set aside. Some things get tossed aside right away. Still others -- a very select few -- he keeps.

Just in case.]

[In the forest, Dandy crouches over his homemade trap, making last minute refinements. Curious to find out what kinds of things creep through the forest at night, Dandy built the trap out of twigs and a sketchy sort of glue he found in the garbage by the supermarket. It didn't look like much, but Dandy swore it could capture a small creature. At the least, it would stall something long enough for him to get a good look at it.]

[Content with his creation, Dandy leaps to his feet and nudges the trap with his heel to make sure it's sturdy. The twigs snap, echoing through the forest. Dandy's foot sinks into the trap's hole.]

[Alarmed and annoyed by his oversight, Dandy struggles to free himself and grumbles under his breath. He quickly turns to shouting.]

Hey! Hellooo! Anyone out here?!

Edited 2014-05-12 19:18 (UTC)

[He could say it was good to be back but... it really wasn't. Lance was having to readjust to Luceti life all over again and that meant... not much for him to do. There isn't exactly a bunch of Pokemon trainers here to challenge him, and no League to run, or Pokemon to save. He's got more time to kill than he's had in awhile.

Thus the Dragon Master is trying to find things to do. One might find him at various points in the village today. At the grocery looking for food, particularly things to keep his three large dragons fed. Then later he will be at the library, reading a few books. After that at the battle dome, training his Pokemon. Finally, they all take a break by sitting on a riverbank over looking the stream that flows through the village.]

[OOC: Feel free to run into him at any of these points!]

[While other people when arriving would have went around investigating, Shiro was torn. Torn between finding her brother or finding a small tight space to hide away in.

Life was a shit game, and right now it felt like it was glitching. That would explain the wings, unless somehow, she died or became a Flügelby some ironic twist of fate. But the wings were the last possible thing on her mind.]

Nii...where are you?

[The girl whispered. Her heart was about to bust out of her chest, she was already feeling herself curl up into a tight ball. Her long messy white hair draping over her face easily. They were heading back from the Warbeast kingdom. And now- she was here?]

Edited 2014-05-19 07:03 (UTC)

A
[Someone is arguing with a store manager. With all the knickknacks and items and weapons that can be found. Thankfully, this someone is not currently armed, only armored. Guess what the fight's about?]

I am telling you, I need a gun! I was told if I had a weapon I could probably get it here. So where the fuck is my rifle?

...What do you mean you don't have a sniper rifle here?! What about a pistol? Anything that looks military grade, maybe has the letters 'UNSC' stamped on them? Oh come on! I can't not be armed!

B
[Nightclub? Nightclub. At least this place has the decency to have bars and nightclubs. Church is not about to suggest that this place isn't so bad (even if it isn't, compared to, say, Blood Gulch, or anywhere near any Freelancers), but hot damn is he all about chilling out and maybe getting it on with a few winged ladies.

Please do not let him near a microphone. You will regret it, and so will he.]

So, how long have you been here?

[ Being forcibly taken from home and ending up elsewhere was not exactly what Fakir called 'nice' by any means, so it hadn't ever really sat well with him.

A few short days had passed and without wasting time, he had found himself in the library, a look of concentration on his face as he walked through the stacks. Nothing here looked like it was of use here but there had to be something here that would tell him more about this place, it's purpose or why he had these damnable dark blue wings that felt too real; too attached to be real.

Was he pulled into someone else's story? Where was Duck?

He was worried - not that he'd admit it easily - about her and he did look for her whenever he could in the hopes she'd show up, but for now was content trying to get whatever information he could on this place if it was possible, distracted by this and not thinking too much on his surroundings at the moment. ]

[There is something decidedly not human sitting on the roof of the school. She has orange skin and instead of hair on top of her head are grey and white stripped headtails. Three of them so the dark burgundy wings protruding out of her back are hardly the most interesting part of her.

Ahsoka sits on the ledge with her feet dangling over the edge but she isn't worried about falling off. She isn't in a rush to move from her spot and instead watches the plaza below. More specifically she's watching the people moving around the plaza. People going in and out of the stores to collect their belongings or groceries.

This place reminds her of the Temple - or Anakin's flagship. On the surface there's a sort of calm - one that allows people to do their everyday rituals but underneath exists a coiled tension, waiting for the next attack. It was exactly like the places she considered home.

The only difference was the classes she would be attending were different from the ones she was used to. No meditation, no combat training, long history lessons or alien identification charts. She didn't know how much use going to school would be but Skyguy wanted her to. So it's with a sigh that Ahsoka gets to her feet and steps off the ledge - a straight drop to the ground below.]

Edited 2014-05-30 13:23 (UTC)

A)

[After years of struggling for money and years of having earned a fortune for herself, it's still strange to Hawke that she doesn't need to worry about paying for things.

In the store, she considers her purchases carefully. The food she buys is fresh -- meat, vegetables, fruit, and water. There are a few bottles of alcohol in her basket, yes, but that's because she's always waiting for Varric and Isabela to show up, and she'll need to entertain them.

At present, she's inspecting bread, shaking her head. Under her breath, she's muttering.]

How am I supposed to check if it's fresh wrapped like this?

B)

[The battle has been fierce.

Hawke has used every spell she knows, calling down fire and ice and even lightning to strike her enemies. When she's had to, she's used the few healing spells her father and Anders taught her over the years to make sure her allies don't die. They're not her forte, but she's managed so far.

Now, there's a moment to breathe. A chance to look around.

And check on the person who's been fighting by her side.

She puts her staff on her back, careful of the gold figure atop it. She tries her best to smile.]

Still alive?

GROCERY STORE

[A grocery store that's nearly cleaned out isn't promising, but that's the consequence when you remove currency and make everything free. Money brings stability for a reason - and chaos, for those a little smarter than the normal bunch.

He doesn't need a whole lot right now, anyway - some bread and a pack of cigarettes gave gotten him through worse times and will do for now. He lights one up the moment he gets outside and dips his hat down low over his face, thankfully retrieved after some rummaging through the other shops. Now he's set.

And in a bit of a hurry, apparently, for how he's trying to walk through the crowd. Sorry for bumping into any shoulders in advance.] Excuse me.

[wings. shiny dragonite green wings that most definitely messed with his cape. he doesn't want to ruin said cape, but it's annoying to feel the wings brush up against the fabric.

and besides. he can't figure out the exact size of holes needed. his dragonair would help, but sadly it is lacking any hands. in fact, all three of them are, which is an issue. but he doesn't want to go capeless.

in short: lance sitting capeless by the fountain, his three dragonair keeping cool with the water and leaned over him, wondering if ruining his cape would be worth it. or if the tailoring shop would do a good job with it.]

[Music is the one thing the people of Lorule are collectively good at. Ravio taps his foot to the beat unsteadily - this music is unlike any that he's heard before, and even though he's sitting outside he can hear it clearly. His hood, usually up, is down thanks to the night's warmth. Summers are so hot in the enclosure, why couldn't they be a little cooler like in Hyrule..?

He jumps when a record scratches in the HQ and another song starts up again. His hand goes to chest and he sighs. This world was so...

Surprising.]

Threaded | Flat

Anna | Fire Emblem Awakening

Doctor Doom | Marvel Comics

Jack Van Burace | Wild ARMs: Alter Code F

Princess Hilda | LoZ: A Link Between Worlds

Harry Kim | Star Trek: Voyager

Dandy | Space Dandy

Lance | Pokemon Gameverse

Shiro | No Game No Life | Novels

Church | Red vs Blue (season 6)

Fakir | Princess Tutu