Test Flight Meme

[lucetimods]

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! Don't have one? Just dance your butt off.
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]

[ A coward? A coward. Thor stands to the side to offer Loki the solace he needs so desperately of their mother, but that comment is not one he could stand idly by and permit without some manner of commentary.

It is no silly thought to have and he expresses his displeasure in the only way possible, a finger poked lightly against his temple with a slow and steady pressure.

Not a coward, his little brother. Braver than most he could ever imagine. ]

[cloudspinner]

[She does not fail to see the way her son leans into her touch as if he is in desperate need of reassurance, and that smile is too painfully familiar.

What is this pain you carry, my son? How can you begin to heal?

It is an interesting thing, how his words would seem to pass over her own, but she could see how he was taking comfort from them. Slipping sideways and seeking to shield himself again, she thought, but she could see his heart and she does not release him.

Frigga's gaze flicker's to Thor's motion, and her eyebrows raise slightly. How like him to come to the defense of those he loved.

She responded to Loki's words by stepping closer and slowly moving to embrace him, giving him a hug which would be his alone.]

It pleases me to think so.

[To think of him being brave enough to confront his foolishness, as he is in confessing it. She does not doubt that Loki will hear that meaning in her words, for all that she could also be teasing him about his assessment of her thoughts.]

[complicatedliar]

Then I would not ask of you to do otherwise.

[And really, isn't Loki ultimately composed of things which are not true, but other people believe? Indeed.

But he folds into her embrace, pressing his face against her shoulder again for a moment. Perhaps this is easier on Thor, because this Thor may know of Frigga's death, but has not lived it. And even if this was the Thor of his time, Loki thinks it would not be the same for them. Because at least Thor had a chance to say goodbye. All he ever had was the message from the lips of a guard.

After a long moment of just assuring himself that impossibly, this is real (and if it isn't, let the dream kill him, he no longer cares and there is no reason to fight) he finally straightens.]

But what thoughtless sons you have, for you to still be standing in the desert in your bare feet. We ought to see to that, yes?

[stopmjolnirtime]

[ Thor is content to stand aside and allow the son that has far more need of this comfort enjoy their mother's embrace. Loki and Frigga had ever had a more profound bond and he has never truly resented it. They had magics, they had their secrets that he never truly understood, but it suited them.

After all that they'd endured recently? Loki does need this far more than he. Without his voice all Thor can do, and all he is content to do, is stand guard while they regain their mutual composure.

As for returning to the village- he could fly but one of them and it would be unwise to attempt to do so with Loki in his state, and Frigga had never expressed much joy in Thor's haste with flight. ]

Loki could see us home safely.

[cloudspinner]

[If Frigga knew of Thor's thoughts regarding a more 'profound bond,' she would undoubtedly have words with him about it. It wasn't a matter of favor, but one of evident need. As it was, even with her insight, Frigga can not discern the very thoughts of her sons.

And ah, yes. Her bare feet, the hot sand... she has endured far worse.

Pulling away just enough from Loki's embrace, one hand goes to frame his cheek while her other seeks Thor's. She looks up at both her sons, is touching both her sons, and her eyes are full of love and wonder.]

I do not know how this has come to be, but I am glad of the opportunity to see you both again, and to have someplace to go. I would hear more of this place, and more of your lives here. By all means, let us go.

[complicatedliar]

We know far less why than I like, but there is at least some we might tell you. [Hah.] Or I might tell you, as the case may be. But a few minutes shall make no difference to that.

[Loki takes a half step back and seeks out Frigga's hand and Thor's, having to fumble a little bit without his sight. Then he bows his head, putting together the spell that will take all three of them back to the house he shares with Rogue.

What will mother think of that?

Well, he shall find out.

After he builds the spell and gathers his annoyingly diminished power, he pulls all three of them across space, to his house. Three is more difficult than he will admit under the current circumstances. When they appear in the middle of his living room, he loses his balance and half-collapses against Thor. Dizzily, he grasps at Thor's armor.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[ While there's no sound to be had, the hitch in Thor's shoulders and twist to his mouth, the soft huffed exhale shows all signs of a chuckle well earned. What more can they do of their limitations but laugh?

He reaches for Loki's hand before Loki fumbles too badly, pride a thing that he is not the sole owner of in this family, and steps with and through alongside his brother and his mother through the odd twist of reality Loki caused. Tis always a strange sensation, moving this way, but it bothers him less than it might have as a younger man.

The air is no longer so stifling, so dry but Thor has no time to enjoy it as Loki feels the effects of his spell- catching his brother is second nature. Helping him to the nearest sofa? A little stranger. but no less necessary. He motions for Frigga to settle next to Loki as well, hands held in his brother's to sign against his palm.

Water? ]

[cloudspinner]

[Frigga gives a small cry of alarm when Loki collapses against Thor. She had felt the difference in her own power, but assumed it was related to her somewhat transient mortal state. If she had known Loki was similarly afflicted, she would have suggested something else - a combination of their powers, perhaps, or having Thor meet them at home. As it was, not knowing that gave Frigga grave cause for concern.

She does not take a seat, but crouches by Loki.]

What is this? What has happened?

[complicatedliar]

Nothing unusual. [Loki leans back on the couch, hands loose in his lap for a moment.] And yes Thor, water would be lovely. And put the kettle on while you're at it.

It is all right, mother. Just a bit tired.

[Oh, right. And they're in his house now. Rogue isn't home; he'd be able to tell if she was in the building. He smiles crookedly.]

And please, be welcome in my home.

[stopmjolnirtime]

The spell has left him weary, mother. Our abilities are halved by the barrier around the enclosure.

[ Thor writes this out for his mother before fetching a glass of water for Loki, complete with a straw. It made sipping at least a little bit simpler. That and a glass for his mother. He hands one to Frigga once she is settled as being lost in the desert must be thirsty work. Loki's he presses into his hand, taking the other to rest upon the plastic of the straw. ]

[cloudspinner]

[Even in the midst of her concern, this scene is so bizarrely domestic that for a moment Frigga wonders if the afterlife is simply made of hallucinations and fond hopes. But no, she would not imagine her sons blind and deaf. She does feel a bit overwhelmed, however, and for the first time sinks onto the couch. Somewhat absently, still attempting to process the ease in which her sons are communicating with each other, the evident care of help given and help received, she takes the water from Thor. She is more thirsty than she realizes and she takes a controlled drink.]

How long have you two been in this place? And what manner of place is this?

['Barrier.' 'Enclosure.' ...'home']

[complicatedliar]

I have been here... hah. In total, a month shy of two years. [So long already. How things have changed.] It is effectively a prison. We are hemmed in by a spatial discontinuity that I have not yet been able to cross. A barrier. To what end is also still a question for debate.

This is an odd realm. Death is generally an impermanent inconvenience. Time passes differently here than it does in our home universes.

[He waves a hand in the general direction of his bookshelves. Which true to form take up most of the space on the walls and are stuffed to bursting with books and papers, organized in a way that only Loki seems to understand.

The rest of the ground floor, it should be noted, is decorated simply. Natural wood, comfortable furniture, a few plants here and there. The dining table is visible for once; Loki hasn't been able to work in his normal way since losing his sight. Not being able to read one's own notes is very annoying indeed. The kitchen is visible through a doorway and very neat and organized. Perhaps unusually so for someone like Loki. The influence of another person, perhaps. Which might also explain the paperback novel sitting on the coffee table.

Oh, and there's a black cat. She emerges from a door only slightly ajar, opposite the kitchen, and makes her way over to the three people. After brushing by Loki's legs, she pauses to sniff cautiously at Frigga's feet.]