The Final Test Flight Meme

[lucetimods]

the (final?) 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

[all7seas]

"There's nothing so fillin' as pontifical puddings
Puddings of sausage and blood
Feathers and fluff aren't never enough
Compared to a savory sausage-y flood."

Poetry slams at Good Spirits: never a good idea after the weekly rum shipment arrives.

[fleurdesel]

"Now that was certainly inspired." If not entirely inspiring. Perhaps a little inspiring.

[savedtheworld]

"It's - it's got a lot of emotion! I can tell that much." Aang's making a face, one that conveys trying not to be nauseous from that poem while also sheepishly trying to find something to compliment. "But maybe it could use just a little less sausages and blood..."

[all7seas]

"Mmmm. Sausages. Hungry, me."

He sighs and drinks instead. Rum is actually a very good substitute for food, sleep, sex....okay, for food. Most of the time.

"Your turn."

[all7seas]

"How can you make puddings without those two very important ingredients?"

Perhaps you might make up a poem about such a mystical pudding, young Avatar. If you're MAN ENOUGH.

[fleurdesel]

"Then order a platter." Logic is something for other people, though, and she laughs into her glass as she drains it. "Mm? Must I?"

[all7seas]

"It's a slam. Fairly certain that if you don't make a poem they throw you against the wall." He waves a vague hand before draining his own glass, then lines it up beside the others before him. "Orrr something. Why not, darling? Not feeling poetical tonight? Stars not shining bright enough for you? Parnassus not tall enough for you? Your lover's eyes nothing like the sun?"

[savedtheworld]

"But what if it's... um... chocolate pudding? Or, vanilla?" Sorry Cap'n, no rhymes are coming to this monk just yet.

[all7seas]

"But what rhymes with vanilla?"

Manilla? Gorilla? Spillilla? New villa?

He hasn't even CONSIDERED rhyming things with "chocolate" yet.

[fleurdesel]

"You wouldn't dare." They- there is no they. Is there a they? There might be a they and that's reason enough to drain her glass and try to find some kind of rhythm and rhyme and meter in her chilled, rum sodden soul. "I'm not often poetical, Jackie darling, you know that. Don't have much reason to be. But for you? I shall try."

It's more than most would get.

Her hand doesn't waver much as she pours the next round, stringing words together with a faint smile.

"You must be the pirate named Jackie
who could ride through the waves cold and bracky
Needs more rum you must say
Next round's on me anyway
And we'll drink down the lot till we're daffy."

[all7seas]

"Bugger." How can he possibly compete with this? He pours himself two shots of whiskey and half a glass of rum while he thinks.

Then:

"You must be the doctor, Adele;
With face fair as a porcelain shell.
You sewed up my heart when a bullet were shot
Thus delaying my journey to hell."

It didn't quite work, meter-wise. Pity.

[fleurdesel]

"We're stuck in a place called Luceti
With wings of all things and a sharp fee
Here we are stuck and far out of luck
Till we find a way to break free."

She didn't much care for the reminder of his blood on her hands. Stitching up her friends always left her a little unsettled- but with rum enough she's able to weather it. "How's the scar?"

[all7seas]

"...You just want my shirt off, don't you?" Oh, women. Women women women, they were all after the same thing, really. He didn't mind. He'd be their toy if he had to. Some men were born to greatness; others had greatness thrust upon them; and others were pure eye-candy and could revel in it.

[fleurdesel]

"Oh merde you've found me out." Were her tone any drier she'd be in need of a drink. Actually? She is. Another glass of rum goes down. "That's why I've accepted your invitation to while away the hours over mugs of rum. I'm waiting for the moment where you are too tipsy to defend your virtue and then I intend to prey upon it."

Usagi Tsukino

[alwayshavehope]

Usagi made cookies! They look absolutely adorable, little bite-sized bunny-and-moon-shaped cookies, and she is extremely proud of them.

So proud that she has managed some self restraint and not tried any of them yet, because she wants to give them away to people, which is why she has a plate of them outside the Tsukino Shrine. Which is unfortunate because, not for the first or last time, unfortunately... she mixed up the sugar and the salt.

These cookies are nigh-inedible.

But are you going to tell the cheerful 14-year-old with the hopeful smile that?

Ivan Karelin | Tiger & Bunny

[sponsorigami]

Option 1: Is that supposed to bend that way?

[ Ivan's crouched on the ground holding a hand to his left shoulder. His left wing bends at an awkward angle from a practice gone wrong. He lets out a wince as he tries to move. How can it hurt so much? They really weren't kidding. Given time, he'll try to hobble up to his feet in search of a clinic, but it hurts to move right now. ]

Option 2: Bullseye!

[ Ivan is visiting Good Spirits but not for the drinks. There's a dart board hanging on the wall, and as other patrons are enjoying their alcohol, Ivan tosses dart after dart. He has very good aim, hitting the bullseye each time but not thinking much of it. He takes a few steps further back from where he once stood after he retrieves the three darts from the board. Soon, he's over halfway across the bar and still managing to hit his mark.

And so focused on throwing the darts, Ivan may not realize he as company. ]

[savedtheworld]

"Ummmm... a goat gorilla?"

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[jellyblob]

[ Sailor is not one for drinks, as it were, but he views Good Spirits as a place of gathering to meet others. Today, his attention is drawn to the dart board and the precision and accuracy with which the boy hits his mark more than once.

Such an accomplishment deserves praise, doesn't it? Abandoning his seat at the counter, Sailor approaches Ivan from the side as another dart is thrown. ]

Oh! Amazing! That's what we call "hitting the bullseye," yes?

[sponsorigami]

E-Eh?

[ Ivan halts mid throw and spins around to address the voice. He suddenly feels rather conscious of himself. Oh, and he's... further away than he thought too. ]

U-Um, yes. That's what the middle of the target's called.

[jellyblob]

[ With his gaze still on Ivan, he gestures to the darts in the aforementioned bullseye. ]

And those are darts. Do you do this often?

[sponsorigami]

It's a hobby I picked up at home. Um, something to pass the time.

[ He returns looking towards the dartboard. This isn't that big of deal. It's not like he's practicing his shuriken, and anyone can throw a dart. (Though years ago, Ivan couldn't hit a board with a shuriken no matter how many he threw, and his accuracy now is the result of a lot of practice and determination.) ]

[jellyblob]

[ Sailor angles his head in growing curiosity. Dart boards are indeed something with which to pass the time, but perhaps this boy knows more about them? ]

Oh, really? Can you tell me if the dart board has another function?

Option 3: bring back unexpected muse because fuck the Malnosso

[bemyused]

[It could be that Ivan is too focused on the darts to notice he has company. ...or it could be that said company is a foot-tall rotund creature of mysterious origin and so is easily missable by most.]

Myu! You're really good at this!

[but seriously is Pommy even old enough to be in Good Spirits]

[sponsorigami]

Not that I know of...

[ The only thing Ivan can think of that a dartboard might be used for is a way to take frustrations out on a photo. ]

Is this your first time seeing someone throw darts at a dartboard?

[sponsorigami]

[ It's a tiny round creature that is talking to him. By now, Ivan has gotten a little more used to the oddities of this place, but he doesn't immediately look down for the source of the voice. His gaze eventually makes it down that way, doing a quick double take when he spots Pommy. Ivan crouches a little before asking his question. ]

... Are you talking about me?