Test Drive

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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

[darkestauthor]

"What are white walkers?" Henry's interest and curiosity have been peeked. You're never going to get rid of him now, Tyrion.

[summerswarg]

Bran shrugged again. "I wouldn't know." He's still ten. Fashion doesn't interest him and neither do women he's not related to.

[tallasaking]

"They are ... fierce creatures, from our legends and tales, but do not be fooled, they are real enough." He pauses, then adds quietly, "They are the dead, come back to life."

[tallasaking]

Small children, Tyrion. He will now be clearing his throat again. "Yes, well, what else is different here, than at home?"

[summerswarg]

Bran thinks for a bit. "The food is different. And there's a school but it teaches really boring things. I was supposed to live there but since I have family I don't need to."

[darkestauthor]

Henry just smiles. "Cool. So they're zombies."

anduin lothar | warcraft

[flightpath]

[ooc: no spoilers here, will mark if in comments for whatever reason.]

Arrival;
[ Lothar can't commend this place's sense of timing, in the same way he can't congratulate an orc stringing an entire sentence together; it's something amazing, but he already hates it. There had been a lot of questions (not to mention the odd threat of throttling someone until they fully explained), yet Lothar has somehow come away from the representative with more questions than he originally had. And now he's stood near the docks, looking thoroughly unamused as he glances around. Luckily he's come with his Stormwind armor and sword; if they'd taken those he would have almost felt naked.

At least this way he's ready for a fight should things turn out that way. For now everyone seemed peaceful enough. The map gets another look as the knight squints at it, trying not to look too guilty as he turns it the right way up and hopes no-one saw that, muttering as he tries to make heads or tails of it all.] Join the army, they said. See the world they said...

Lost;
[ By the end of the day Lothar is fed up to the back teeth. Aerilon is bigger than he'd suspected and finding his way around is proving tricker than he'd wanted. Which is why he's finally reaching the end of his tether, grabbing the shoulder of the nearest person to get their attention.]

Which way is the nearest tavern?

Wild card; network post
[ With someone new to such technology, there's only one way a network post can go.]

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[tallasaking]

"How is the food different? And what sort of things do they teach in this ... school?" Oh Bran, and you thought you had a lot of questions. Tyrion will question you directly into the ground.

[tallasaking]

"...if zombies are the dead come back to life with frozen limbs, then yes. White walkers are zombies." What an odd word -- "I take it there are ... zombies here, as well?"

[darkestauthor]

"Depends how they died. Zombies are usually rotting corpses that try and turn you into a zombie. I suppose they could be frozen if it was cold or they froze to death."

Odd to some. Normal to others. It was how the world works.

"Not zombies in that way, no. But there are people who were dead and have come back to life. My father included." Henry still has mixed feelings over this but most of them are happy. He'd missed his father.

[summerswarg]

"It tastes different. It has different names." Bran didn't want to touch the subject of school. "You'll find out when you need to eat. Or maybe Sansa has more answers. Or Father." Bran didn't know everything and he knew it. But if anyone knew everything, it was his father.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[theladyofwinterfell]

"My lord, he used me worse than a...he made him watch...he made me, and my own blood, when I had to..."

Sansa cannot get the words out. Everything is too horrible and she doesn't deserve to be the wife of a highborn lord after what happened to her. Who would think her worthy to bear their sons now? She won't cry though. There are tears brimming, threatening, but she won't cry.

[tallasaking]

"I ... see." That was, in fact, quite different but since they seemed to be on common ground, he was not going to back track.

"So... your father was resurrected from the dead. Using magic?"

[darkestauthor]

Henry seemed less interested in this topic but he wouldn't shy away from the truth. He would, however, try and buy time and hope it went away.

"If you want to know the truth about my father, I would discuss in private. You're welcome to come back to my home here. It's not far."

[tallasaking]

"I see ... well, I shall be delighted to speak to your father about everything." If Ned Stark could avoid chopping off his head first, that would be a blessing to each of the Seven Gods.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[tallasaking]

"Sansa ... Sansa, look at me. Look at me." He squeezed her hand, knowing that she was on the edge of tears but she would not weep. She would tear herself up on the inside first, and he knew all too well how deep those wounds would go.

"You are my lady wife - and as far as I am concerned - you are still the Maiden in my eyes. He may have touched your body but he did not touch you - your spirit, your warmth, and your courage, which have held me in awe ... for ages."

He brought her hand to his lips once more, kissing it gently, his voice tight. "I would be ... proud to be the father of your children. Proud to have you as Lady Lannister and humbled, if you chose to stay married to me. By choice, and not by ... necessity. Never think otherwise."

[tallasaking]

Here, Tyrion paused, before he stated diplomatically, "I would be honored to break bread with you - but if your father is a private matter, I would not wish to intrude upon it."

[summerswarg]

"I'll tell him when I see him next." Bran spent his nights in the different homes of his family so it was never known when he would see each of them the next time.

"Can I ask more about you?" He finally had the courage to ask his own questions rather than fail to answer any of Tyrion's own.

[darkestauthor]

"Private and painful." Henry admitted. "But once you start hiding from the truth, it's much harder to stop. It's like feeding the Darkness. I don't wish to taste that again."

It was at times like these that Henry suddenly looked and sounded much older than a boy of thirteen years.

"I don't believe we've even introduced ourselves. I'm Henry. Henry Mills."

[tallasaking]

"Feel free, but do not be surprised if I counter the question to you in turn." He stated simply, as he looked around, mis-matched eyes trying to gather as much information as possible.

"What would you care to know?"

[tallasaking]

"I cannot argue with that -- but still - the truth should not be used to satisfy someone's curiosity. It should be used to share truth, to bring out truth in others. A method of coaxing, and not of pain."

Tyrion stated quietly, before he put one stubby hand to his own chest. "Tyrion. Tyrion Lannister."

[needstoknow]

Maybe he did, but Emily didn't notice. Considering there was a part of her that had come to the realization that she would never talk with them again, never share jokes, never tease them about the silly things that they did... The hug could have gone on for eternity. Yet there was that soft breath that was exhaled, the tension leaving from her shoulders. She knew they would have helped had she asked, but had also known the cost.

It was a choked laugh that came as she shook her head, gaze dropping down. It was more than she deserved. Emily had made her choice, but she also knew the cost that that choice would have. She had been sworn to secrecy and truthfully had never thought that any of it would come to light. Ian had been caught and put behind bars- or was supposed to have been. Even then, her cover had been good, because Lauren Reynolds had died. Yet she could never have guessed that it would all come back.

"It is. Really." She couldn't explain how it was happening, although a place with flying ships was strange enough to have had Emily thinking plenty of things. That she was out of her mind. That it was an illusion. Any number of other things. Although it was her turn to blink as her gaze slowly rose back up, keeping those tears at bay, because really, she should be apologizing.

And if she was dead... The possibility and the reality of it were two different things. She took another deep breath, holding it again, before letting it out. If she was, then she was, and while there was still so much more that she wanted to do, life was what it was. "Looking pretty good for a dead person, aren't I?"

Her own attempt at humour, perhaps deflection, because it was a lot to take in. Even for her. They were words that were mirrored back to Declan although he wouldn't know that. "But, how long have you been here? The others? Are they...?"

#1 - let's go middle-ish movie Medivh here..

[thelast_guardian]

[The mage is hardly impressed either, but since trying to port out only resulted in putting him on a different island and that really did nothing in terms of not getting lost. Not to mention each time he opened one, he became more and more exhausted and without the font.. well he couldn't risk it.

He felt Lothar long before he saw him and casually made his way back to the docks from the palace where he stood outside the gates of. There was something about it; the structure having a magic that Medivh couldn't understand just yet. That would have to come another day.

Appearing rather suddenly at his friend's side, Medivh's hand took the corner of the map and turned it the right way.]

Walk with me.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[electro_kinetic]

"I look like a sir to you?" says Noriko, stopping and turning: she may not be the most normal looking person ever to encounter ha on the islands with the bright blue hair, though for once the metal gauntlets will look less questionable. At least she's covered, though a bikini top and shorts may not constitute much of that. Oops?

"Whatcha need?"

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[theladyofwinterfell]

"He didn't...he wasn't successful in getting a child on me," Sansa says, blinking back tears and looking down at the floor. "I hope that was just the gods looking out for me and not because I can't."

What good would she be as Lady of Casterly Rock if she cannot even do the one thing a bride must do for her husband? It doesn't matter. Tyrion seems not to care about how she's been used and she's grateful for it.

"Tyrion, I'm sorry. I'm crying instead of making your supper and answering your questions. You had more questions, didn't you? About this place?"