Test Drive

[medietas_mods]

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

Bronn | Game of Thrones | Option 3 - Bar on Aerilon, Block party, or anywhere else!

[the_bronn]

[Canon is current; S6E7.]

Where most people were curious and confused, frustrated and angry at finding themselves in the new place, this sellsword was almost amused. He's curious, sure, but more so over whether or not he drank himself into a stupor and the when's and where's of all that.

It was all a bit hazy but.. whatever.

After exiting the ship, he immediately bypassed the locals giving out the maps and devices and let himself wander casually. If this was a dream, it was an interesting one, indeed. But if it wasn't..

Where the hell was that fucker Jaime Lannister?

Re: Bronn | Game of Thrones | Option 3 - Bar on Aerilon, Block party, or anywhere else!

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa always goes to the parties here on the islands if only because they so very often have lemoncakes and it is at one of these parties that she sees a face she's not seen since King's Landing. Oh. It's Ser Bronn.

The last she'd seen Bronn, it'd been before Joffrey's awful wedding and her subsequent fleeing of the city and he'd been drinking and talking crudely with Tyrion, as was his usual pattern. Still, Bronn had never been unkind to her and she supposes she can't just cram her face with lemoncakes and pretend she'd not seen him. Besides. He might have news of Tyrion.

"Ser Bronn," Sansa says courteously, fixing him with a polite smile. "When did you arrive?"

Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[tallasaking]

All right, it wasn't possible he had managed to get himself drunk in the time it had taken to make the arrangements with the Second Sons. Watered wine, that was all he was supposed to be having, curse the damned Seven across the Narrow Sea and back again ...

He frowned, as he stopped to actually look around the place that he had been wandering - peering at the houses, or more specifically, the people. Women wearing tight ... hose? Or wandering around in garments he wasn't entirely certain were allowed even to whores. Men with short hair, with strange things over their eyes. The houses were not the homes of Meereen, in fact he had never seen their like before.

Tyrion Lannister let himself take this all in -- and then process. Right. He needed information, and he needed it now. So he reached out to the first person to pass him by, offering a smile on his crooked face, "Pardon me, ser, but where precisely am I?"

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa hears him before she sees him. It's been a long, long time since she's heard his voice and after asking and asking if he'd made it out of King's Landing after she fled, now she has her confirmation. In at least one place, Tyrion Lannister is alive and healthy enough to ask someone where he is.

Her heart beats queerly for a moment before she finds herself and turns to find him because she has quite a few things to say to her first husband, chief among them how thankful she is that he'd been kind to her. Sansa hasn't seen much kindness of late.

"Lord Tyrion! Tyrion, it's Sansa." Oh, of course he knows it's her. He's not stupid and he's not blind. Why did she say that?

Medivh | Warcraft | 2

[thelast_guardian]

[No spoilers here]

02.

Given the sudden and abrupt relocation, taking things in, to say the least, was rather challenging. The mage had reacted much like the rest, with varying degrees of confusion and anger. He'd attempted to port back to Karazhan, or anywhere in Azeroth for that matter, but all he seemed to do was put on a show for the people on the boat with him and down on the docks when he attempted it for a second time.

Medivh spent the next several hours walking, looking, trying to understand and while the floating islands most definitely reminded him of Dalaran, he was quick to learn that overall, there was a different kind of intrigue about the place.

With Atiesh in hand and his cloak hood up, the mage continued through each of the islands silently learning what he could.

[themerlin]

Merlin had canted his head curiously when he spotted the magic the man was using, or trying to use. He had been busy then, but hours later, he ran into the man again and grinned as he fell into pace with him. Merlin had a vested interest in new people, and in magic, as well, and he loved learning about both.

So he walked along next to the man, waiting to see his reaction.

Merlin wore a simple robe, one of dark blue, with dark boots on, and a belt around his middle. From the belt hung various pouches and bags, each holding something or other, all looking alike and like they were empty.

Re: John Constantine | DC Comics/Vertigo/Arrow | 2 - Language warning NSFW

[deadmanbusiness]

"Cats are annoying things, aren't they?" Theo said, when he heard the man. Cats never particularly liked him. Except for one... but there were rocks smarter than that one. "Multiverse is pretty annoying too."

Robb Stark / ASOIAF (will match format)

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Option 1]

[The moment Robb steps off the ship he wishes he had taken some time to take his armor off. The chainmail under his surcoat seems to weigh more than ever, not to mention the pieces strapped around his legs and shoulders. The transition from a siege to a peaceful boat ride still make his head hurt and he find it difficult to adjust.

He gazes at the map the locals have given him but tucks the communicator away. If he wishes to communicate he will use his mouth. The first question he asks is a very simple one:]

When will I be able to take a ship back? [The smile around his lips is a tired one and it shows that his thoughts are somewhere else.] I rather not stay here.

[a_deadman]

[Ned's down on the docks like clockwork, waiting for the boat to come in. Waiting to see if anyone from the Seven Kingdoms - or more, anyone else from his family had arrived. And it didn't take long to see him and he took a moment to gather himself.

He approaches from behind Robb and merely speaks in that ever familiar, calm, low tone that he did with all his children.]

There is no going back, son.

[And Ned waits for his eldest son to turn around where Ned swallows back some emotion that is already starting to crest in his eyes.]

Max Rockatansky | Mad Max: Fury Road | 2

[not_a_damn_blood_bag]

[Max had left the wives back at the Citadel. They could be happy now and Furiosa could make sure that they didn't want for anything. So, technically, could the Mothers. What he hadn't expected was to leave and end up on some damn boat. With other people at that. Ones he decided to stay the hell away from for the time being.

When they do dock, he gets handed a device along with a little spiel on where he was. That gets ignored and he settles in. Today, however, he's decided that he's going to get the lay of the land. He was going to see what he could find in this strange place. Where there were no War Boys, no Furiosa and none of the Wives. No one that he knew.]

[these_are_my_words]

[She keeps her eye out on the docks for people she knows. Mostly, her sisters, but also others: others, she'd know to run from, hide Sprout from, call for help. It's better to know so she can plan.

So here is the Splendid Angharad, wearing pants, a short-sleeved colourful shirt under a sleeveless light coat, sunglasses pushed up into her blonde hair. Wearing, too, a baby, all wrapped to her chest with vibrant fabric.

She catches sight of him, then.

Stares.

Fool. Here. Looking more battered than last she saw, just before she fell.

Him, she hadn't been expecting at all, so she just stares]

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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#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.

Finn | Star Wars | 1 | Spoilers for Star Wars VII

[fightsforher]

There was pain, and fear, and the shock of burning darkness... and then suddenly, there was light. Finn cried out as he came to, on his side, somewhere...

... with a groan, he tried to move, and screamed as pain ripped through him, centered in his back. He collapsed to the floor, and panted there, hearing voices near, and yet so far away. Where was he? Where was Rey?

What had happened while he was out? He had to get up, he had to!

With a groan and a cry that was ripped from between clenched lips and teeth, he forced himself to his knees, then staggered to his feet, swaying. He looked around as he staggered toward a wall, and realized he was on some kind of flying platform. Maybe an assault vessel of some kind? But one that seemed to hold a few other people, and headed toward...

He gaped as he looked ahead, hanging onto the wall to keep himself upright. Were those islands? Floating in the sky? He'd never seen tech quite like that! He couldn't wait to take a look. Maybe they needed a soldier?

As the boat docked, he slowly staggered off of it, taking the items thrust at him numbly, not hearing the explanation given. Fumblingly, he put the things in his belt pouches and sagged against a building, and looked around.

How had he gotten here? And where was here?

And where was Rey?



(ooc: Finn has bad burns to his back, where his jacket has been laid open by a lightsaber strike, and the wound, while cauterized, has done massive trauma and shock to his system. And looks pretty bad, to boot.)

/grabby hands

[resistancepilot]

He comes down to Aerilon several times a week, to get supplies or see what spare parts he can find that he might need for tinkering in what has become his workshop (honestly, he's never lived alone in a place like that. What does he need all that space for?). Today he just happens to be there when there's a load of new arrivals swarming the docks.

That's when he sees an arrival he knows. He pushes his way through the crowds until he reaches Finn, where he stands, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He gives him a look over, concerned. He's obviously seen better days.

"Let me guess. Kylo Ren?"

Neville Longbottom |HP | 1

[pulledthesword]

The only sound heard was a scream coming from Neville, as he lifted the sword to begin his charge. His entire body ached, his heart was broken.... Harry.... Harry had sacrificed himself for the cause. The least he could do was make sure the bloody bastard was eliminated.

He stopped short, almost falling over with the weight the sword of Griffyndor, but managed to stay upright...

"The the bloody...."

[siriuslydementd]

He's one of his frequent trips to the market when he sees an unusual sight. Someone carrying a sword is always unusual, especially when they're not dressed in the manner someone would expect for someone who makes a habit of carrying swords.

"Whoa. Do you need some help there?"

Minako Aino | Sailor Moon

[philandry]

[1 & 3]

Minako's dazed and confused. She was relatively sure she had fallen asleep at Rei's shrine, listening to Ami go on and on about something relatively science-y that went 50 miles over her head and into space. Maybe higher. Sure, Minako knew the easier parts about space - the names of the planets [if she didn't know that then something was really wrong], stars, some constellations, etc. But when Ami's going on about the equation of a comet's trajectory verses another incoming object it was at that point her eyes had glazed over.

She had accepted the map and communication device gratefully, and while there were no numbers in it that she recognized, she was still like hey, free phone, why not. She's a bit wary, holding up the map quite askew to hide herself trying to work her own personal communicator. Nothing. What was it with this place and their wifi?

Minako sighed heavily, almost a bit dramatically. Curse her and her beauty! It's always the pretty ones who get kidnapped! Map in hand, she starts towards the nearest person. "Hi! I'm lost, and I'm really not supposed to be here."

[orions_shadow]

And the nearest person is this punk... he is also only slightly human. He turs his head to the 'beauty' and gives her this strange look, confused as all hell.

"What am I supposed to do about it?"

Jaenelle Angelline | The Black Jewels | Arrival

[birthrightblack]

Jaenelle has been fighting for days. The safframate coursing through her veins can only be worked out through sex or bloodletting and she's fairly certain she would much rather hunt a tiger with her bare hands than let any man within six feet of her. It's fading now, leaving behind a bone-deep malaise that leaves her so tired that all she wants is good food and sleep. She doesn't feel like she's being rubbed raw any more and she feels almost human enough to venture back into her cabin.

Jaenelle pulls open the door, a smile touching her lips as she thinks about all the delicious things she's going to make Lucivar cook for her (she'd tried cooking once and blew up the entire kitchen at SaDiablo Hall. She's been banned since then) but when she steps through the door and opens her eyes, it isn't her cabin that she sees. Oh no.

Jaenelle had done this as a child. Without an understanding of basic Craft and a reservoir of power too deep to be controlled, she'd often disappeared and reappeared somewhere else without much thought. After she'd gotten a little older, Jaenelle had learned how to deliberately go somewhere but this seems like a hearkening back to her younger days. It appears to be a dock of some sort, with people milling around, and Jaenelle is suddenly aware that her clothes are torn and her palms are bloodstained. She self-consciously brushes a hand over her hair, hoping to tame it a little, and tries to force herself to be a little more human and polite than she particularly wants to be at the moment.

Like as not, these docks are still in some part of Kaeleer. As a child, she'd been asked not to travel around Terreille and she'd kept to that. This place seems too warm to be Hell so it must still be Kaeleer, which means she's only a thought away from home if she needs to get away. She doesn't think that is going to be an issue; the people here seem warm and friendly even if they are landen and don't wear jewels. She senses some power here, great power, but it isn't anything like the power she's used to.

"Maybe there's other ways of doing magic than using jewels," Jaenelle says, half to herself. If that's the case, she can't wait to tell the Coven about this place and help probe the mysteries of it with them. She thinks that would be an excellent way to spend a day or two. She strides up to the dock attendant, announces herself, and walks away with a handheld device and a housing assignment.

"Now, it's time to eat," she says, fiddling with the little device to try and find a tavern or something. Witches always burned off anything they ate and then some doing magic; Jaenelle is worse than most about not eating enough to keep up her strength.

[hummerdoc]

Unfortunately for her, she was in a realm far away from Kaeleer. And not many taverns available.

Ratchet was on his way to check the docks for arrivals when he spotted the rather lost looking young woman who had the air of a fresh arrival.

"Ah, excuse me. May I be of assistance? You've probably just arrived, I believe?"

Khadgar | Warcraft (possible slight spoilers, but will try avoiding them)

[trustwhiskers]

[wildcard]
Given he'd been on gryphon back, the abrupt transition to being on a boat and not flying left him confused considerably. Once he'd overcome the shock of it, he forced himself to put aside trying to work out just how it could be possible for anyone to have done such a thing. He had a place to be with some urgency to actually get there. It didn't help that he'd nearly been there when he'd been snatched. Unfortunately, his attempt at creating a portal to Stormwind did nothing but put on a light show for those also on the boat.

He left the docks with yet more questions and little in the way of answers, but there was one thing he could settle easily enough. A bit of simple spellwork and one of the people leaving what looked to be a tavern was suddenly turned into a sheep.

Well, that answered one question. He was still capable of using magic here. Perhaps there had been something on the boat that had prevented his spell from working as it ought to have.


[lost]
[Once he'd known his magic worked, he'd found himself a good place to draw a portal with the intention of heading back to Stormwind and he'd thought at first he'd succeeded when it had begun to work as it should.

Up until the moment it spat him out into the shallows of a shoreline, causing a modest splash and soaking him in the bargain. He struggled to his feet and began making his way onto the beach ahead of him.]

Now just where am I?

[The question was largely rhetorical since it was more of an observation than an actual question. He certainly didn't recognize the the area that he now found himself in. It definitely wasn't where he'd meant to go.]

[thelast_guardian]

[The Guardian had stopped for a break. Having arrived several hours before, all he had done was wander about the place, detecting the lines of energy and the magic users scattered across the islands. It was perplexing and perhaps a bit off-putting being suddenly relocated to a place he hadn't any knowledge of.

After the last attempt to create a portal back to Azeroth failed and placed him atop a mountain, his return placed him on a paved walkway not far from the water's edge on Imber. With his energy fairly depleted, the archmage gripped his fingers around Atiesh until his balance was regained. That's when he spotted Khadgar, the boy he'd asked Lothar about back in Karazhan.

The Guardian stood looking blankly. His apprentice wouldn't hear it, but there was a small, inaudible sigh sounding.]

Claudia Donovan | Warehouse 13

[glimpsing]

Arrival

Claudia had seen a lot of things that most would consider unbelievable, had experienced things that people would think she made up, but finding herself on a flying boat might have rivaled a lot of that. From what she'd seen, there was no logical reason why the boats where flying - no engines, and nothing that looked like an artifact that she could see.

She'd hopped off the boat and with hands planted on her hips, she looked around, mouth set stubbornly. Just because she couldn't see an artifact didn't mean there wasn't one there. She pulled out her farnsworth and tried to see if she had any kind of connection to the Warehouse - but nothing but static.

"Frak," she muttered before shoving the small device back in her bag before she realized that someone was standing nearby holding what looked like a phone and a map. "Uh, thanks?" she said as she took them and looked them over. Okay, curiouser and curiouser. She shoved those in her bag as well, telling herself that she'd look them over when she wasn't around so many people.

Right now she had an artifact to find.

"Excuse me!" she called out to someone as they neared her. "Have you happened to smell fudge anywhere around here?"

Network Comm

[And here's Claudia, goggles on and wearing purple gloves. She looks a little peeved at first but she sighs and shrugs her shoulders.]

Right. So I've pretty much tried everything I can to figure out what's going on here but nada. [Aka, she's attempted to goo everything that's not nailed down.]

But lemme know if you smell anything like fudge or see something strange, out of place - which isn't saying much because I'm pretty sure there's a lot out of place here. [She shrugs her shoulders again.]

So, uh -- hello, world-- islands? The name's Claudia, Claudia Donovan, tech genius extraordinaire, badass hacker. Pretty shmancy place here, I'll give this place that with it's old school palace and flying boats or whatever.

If someone can fill me in on anything they know, that'd be cool because I don't like being kept in the dark about stuff.

Arrival

[lotsoflaughs]

"Only if someone's just been to the candy store. And you know. Decided to bring it down here for some reason instead of taking it home. New arrival, I assume?" Here Claudia, have a guy who's basically your height with only an inch or two of difference.

Haji | Blood+ | 1+4

[le_chevalier]

It was hot and muggy out but that didn't stop a tall handsome man dressed in a a strange suit from sitting on a corner with a chair, playing the cello. His coffin shaped metal case laid open beside him as he played Prelude from Bach's Cello Suite no. 5 The man's eyes were closed, and strange enough his fingers were all bandaged up. Both hands and yet he held the bow perfectly. His form was amazing as he pulled the bow and ran his bandaged digits over the upper strings to get the sounds he wanted.

The map and comm were laid in the coffin shaped case as he played. He should have been exploring or trying to figure out what happened but after the fight and confessions from before he awoke on the the boat all he wanted to do was play his music. At least the music soothed his soul.

[ofortuna]

Know who might enjoy the music? Anyone else. Diva however is not entertained. One would think waking up in a strange land from death would help a person put things perspective but there was another primary concern. Where was Saya? Where were her children? It's good for her that Hagi is here because he seems to always be around her dear sister.

She strolls right up to him and grabs him by his jacket. "Where did they go?" She's expecting him to fully understand what she means. There were very, very few people she could be asking him about. She's even trying to ask nicely and without violence. The dirty glare wasn't helping her cause of attempting to play nice.

Sheriff Stilinski | Teen Wolf | 2

[sheriffdad]

Some days, when he woke up, he was still not used to being called Sheriff Stilinski. He had been a rookie cop, and a deputy among deputies for a long time, and when he was elevated, he had still not realized he was Sheriff the first few times people called him that. By now, most of the time, he reacted when people called hi that, all these years alter, but some days, like today, he still woke up with that disconnect. Especially since he had found out about the more special parts of Beacon Hills, about Scott, and Malia, and Lydia, about doctors dreaded, trees of magic, and about pools of death, and all that came with knowing it.

And as he walked around five islands(in the sky!), he realized with a sinking feeling, that he had found himself in a whole new pond of weirdness, and with a whole new set of rules to learn. He had gone shown up in his civies, as rare as it was that he wore them, and he was glad of it now, for it made fading into the woodwork easier. Things his young proteges mostly did not know included that he had done his first year as a rookie in undercover. He had found his house, a better house than he had owned back home, and the things within it, and he had realized someone here knew actual magic... or something. And he had put himself into his new clothing, carefully concealed his gun, and headed out to explore, as undercover as he could get. He recalled all those skills, even if they were years old.

That made it easier to fade into the crowds, find a store and change clothing, and then wander, doing his best not to look like a complete tourist, and idiot. Mind you, it had been a long time since then, and a lot of shocks. And he felt his face forming into a pattern of incredulity every time he saw something new and odd. Like the flying man, or the flying younger man, or the guy who just happened to change shape in front of him, or even the younger man who had been talking to what looked like a freaking baby dragon on his shoulder!

Whatever was going on, Stilinski knew he needed to figure it out, and fast.

Because things just kept getting weirder.

Damn, now would be a great time for Stiles to be here.

[cant_take_waiting]

Geni never expected anything to come from the Islands. In fact, she had her pack and those she cared for around her. Here on the Islands she actually had a job that she kept to, surprisingly enough. Even had a doctor that kept her on her meds. Even if she hadn't touched them for a while. After all, she didn't want her senses to be dulled. That'd be the worst kind of thing.

What she doesn't expect is the older man not that far from her that day. Even as her fingers play with the sheriff badge in her pocket. That couldn't,"- Dad?" Maybe she shouldn't of come out today. Perhaps the heatwave was finally getting to her and making her see things, something.

Thomas Barrow (Downton Abbey) | 1 or 2

[nomansisland]

[Arrival]

Barrow is not the sort of person who jumps right into a situation feet-first (at least not anymore; he learned that lesson when he volunteered for the war before he was required to). He prefers to use a situation to his advantage, although he has at least come to realize that this is perhaps the reason he has no friends. He can't help it if he likes to know what's going on; he wants to feel important.

But this situation, this is so very unlike any situation he's found himself in up to this point. The dark hold of a boat that turned out to be headed for some kind of floating island in the sky is nothing that his years of school or service in a great household had ever prepared him for. At least he hasn't gotten his shirt dirty. His livery should be in good order if he ever makes it back to ... Yorkshire.

He was handed a map and a strange sort of device when he arrived. The map he feels confident enough with; it's not Yorkshire, but he was taught how to read maps by the army, and he managed to follow them every time. He's sure he can figure this one out, given enough time. The other item he's not so sure about. He has no idea how it's supposed to help him communicate with anyone. He shoves it into his pocket without even trying to turn it on, unfolds the map, and heads off in the direction it indicates.

[Block party]

It was a bit strange, to open the closet in his new house and realize that he must have been expected, because of the selection of clothes inside it. Being given livery to wear while performing his duties is not a new concept to him, but day clothes for his time off or trips into the village was always something he had to provide himself. It had been a jolt, too, to realize that this likely meant he wasn't going anywhere soon. This is his home now, not ... Yorkshire. Not Downton, either; they'd made it clear that he was no longer a necessary member of staff. He only hopes that this post with Sir Mark can come to feel like home as much as Downton had in his years there.

But in the meantime, he's here, and his years in service have taught him one very important thing: it's always a good idea to know people. There might be different rules for the upstairs and downstairs people, but in every case, no matter what happened, he has found that it has always helped a member of the staff or a member of the family to have connections. So when he heard about the block party going on nearby,he put on one of the suits in his closet and went down to figure out what exactly a block party is.

Back in the England that he knows, this would be called a picnic, and there would be tables and chairs and probably a canopy to keep the sun off, and it would be civilized, and he's starting to sound like Mr. Carson now, isn't he?

The strange thing is that he doesn't know how to socialize at a party like this. Footmen, and underbutlers, are not guests at parties. They serve the food and drinks, stay in the background, and never take part in private conversations. The only socializing he had ever done was with his fellow downstairs staff, and even then they'd left him out of most of it.

Very well then. Lord Grantham, among others, had told him that if he wanted to get along with the staff somewhere new, that he needed to be nicer. The nicest thing he can think to do right now is to make sure that everyone has enough to eat and drink, so he fills some glasses and sets them on the table around the punch bowl, then picks up a tray of food and starts to circulate through the crowd with it.

bucky barnes | 1

[razoruzhat]

Arrival

Blank spaces in his memory isn't a new thing, unfortunately. But at least it's a point of reference for finding himself on a floating boast with absolutely no idea how he got there. Nor is it the weirdest thing that's ever happened. Neither is being handed a map, comm tech, and a hurried explanation that he only catches half of. At least disembarking doesn't give him much of a problem, which tells him that being brought aboard the ship is a recent development. Otherwise, he'd have to adjust more to being on land. He's also thankful to be wearing his own clothing. The jacket feels a little warm, but it's better than wandering around with his left arm visible.

Bucky takes a quick look at the comm phone-thing before shoving it into a jacket pocket, and studies the map more closely, trying to triangulate his own position in this strange, new world. Eventually he starts wandering down Aerilon's streets, occasionally trying to gain the attention of a local. Or someone who looks like a local. He's got questions in need of answers.

[voicedbyjarvis]

Vision is barely off the boat as well (though he flew most of the way, trying to see if there was a way off the islands), and while the names he downloaded from the devices match some he knows, the android is sightly surprised to find himself face to face with the Winter Soldier. There's barely a frown that crease his synthetic forehead, and though he means no aggression (the Soldier's file at S.H.I.E.L.D. mentioned the brainwash and mental control by HYDRA), concerns may be rendered through his gaze.

"James Barnes," he hails the man, waiting to see if the name would be recognized.

Helga Hufflepuff - HP

[fromthevalley]

One

Helga Hufflepuff gripped the saddlebags that hung over her left shoulder a little tighter as the ship flew closer towards the floating islands. The saddlebags that she carried were practically empty. She distinctly remembered loading them with provisions for a two-day trip. Helga remembered wrapping bread and cheese and placing them carefully. After was when her memory grew foggy until she had found herself awakening on a floating ship.

Until she figured out where she was, Helga was going to keep to herself. She was not scared but a little caution would not harm her.

Three
Lost. She was actually lost. Not being able to remember the last time this had happened to her didn't matter. It didn't serve her any purpose except to feel somewhat annoyed with herself. Helga frowned. It served her right for going out too far in unfamiliar territory and until she sorted out how the townsfolk felt about magic, she was left with only one option.

Helga took out her wand and held it flat on the palm of her hand. "Find North." Her wand lifted a few inches above her palm and began spinning before finally stopping and pointed the way North.

There was nothing strange about a women in the middle of nowhere asking to be pointed north, right?

Four
Helga had waded out to the middle of a rocky stream on the island of Mundus. Her dress was hiked up to her knees and her sleeves pushed up as well. Near her, on the rocky bank, sat her shoes and another pile of rocks. There was a small fire going as well. The water was painfully cold at first touch. Helga was fine now but at some points she could not feel her toes.

Every so often, Helga would find the size rock she needed and would pick it up out of the water and toss it to the bank of the stream. What else was she going to use to transfigure with? She needed a mortar and pestle, a few different sizes actually. There were rules with magic. She couldn't create anything out of thin air after all.

Three

[lastofthekellys]

The forest of Mundus is nothing like the bush of north-eastern Victoria: for one thing, it's easier to navigate. Which explains the young woman who appears out of the trees as if she's a ghost suddenly materializing. She's wearing a dark jacket over a dark skirt, a satchel slung across her, sensible boots.

"What are you doin'?"

There's some Irish left in the Australian's quiet voice, but only a little.

Kara Danvers | Supergirl

[hopeandlove]

[Scenario 1]

The first thing she notices is a throbbing in her temples that she doesn't understand, and that doesn't go away even when she rubs it with the heel of her hand. It's a strange, aching pressure, like someone put her head in a vise and is slowl – oh.

Oh.

It's a headache. She hasn't had a headache in forever. What do you do for a headache, anyway? She has faint memories of pill bottles in Mom's medicine cabinet, but it's not like she carries Advil around with her, and where...exactly is she, anyway?

On a boat. She was definitely not on a boat a few minutes ago. She was getting Ms. Grant's latte, and checking her email, and –

A quick intake of breath, and a distressed yelp. "Oh, no!"

Ms. Grant's latte is ice cold. Worse, it's not even in National City.

And neither is Kara.

Re: Kara Danvers | Supergirl

[orions_shadow]

No, no national city, no boss threatening you with being fired or whatever else bosses do, telling you what to do. There is this kid, wandering around, on all fours, checking things out at the port again.

Why? Because these newbies are always interesting. Maybe this new blondie will have something interesting for him too.

So he leaps up on a shipping crate and sits, waiting for her to decide how she wants to approach the lion kid looking over her.

Rhys Owens | Original Character

[thewanderer]

4. Mundus Forest

Rhys doesn't leave the path through the forest to do his ritual, even though it raises the risk of people seeing him- not that that's a risk, not here where magic seems to be an oddity, but not a danger. But he can't do this summoning somewhere that hasn't seen the passing of many feet. It doesn't take much- a smear of dust on his hand, a gathering of pathside weeds- and there's a floating spark of grey light above his hand. He leans in as if listening to it. "You're certain? There's no way through to the Realms?"

There's a faint pattering sound, like footsteps but nowhere near the path.

"All right. On your way, then, little one. Open roads."

2. Getting Settled

Rhys has never been much for a steady place to live. Having his own address is definitely something of a rarity in his life. It's uncomfortable, like a weight on his shoulders when he's used to freedom, but that's no call to be rude to the neighbours. He leans over the fence when he sees one, lifting a hand. "Bright morning, yeah?"

Re: Rhys Owens | Original Character

[crowschild]

"..." Rory had been out in the woods getting away from things. From family. From just... things.

Hearing the familiar sounding voice, he picked his way through the trees, staying off the path, as silent as death - at least as silent as he'd learned to be over his years of training. Which is pretty silent. He circled around until he could get a good look at the speaker and almost broke his silence with a startled curse.

Instead he crouched down and watched.

If it was who he thought it was, they'd know he was there.

[leeeeeeeeeeeeroy]

He's a level 60 paladin with pretty decent gear but Leeroy still needs those shoulders. The devout shoulders, man, they're really going to help him with his mana.

So, maybe, he just tunes out a little when everyone is going over the plan and maybe he just charges into the rookery, ready to kick some ass.

"LEEEEEEEROY JENNNNNKINNNNSSSSS."

Well. There's a dock. There's no dragons. But at least he has chicken.

[thelast_guardian]

Medivh just happened to be by the docks when the loud holler sounded. His expression was even, seemingly indifferent to the whole thing. He continued to watch, the people around looking in half astonishment and half curiosity because clearly this man was.. a little off his rocker.

But there was one man the mage noticed, and the look he was giving the paladin was entirely too amusing not to grin. Slightly.

Petyr Baelish | Game of Thrones

[littlexfinger]

Option 1: Arrival

He's not sure exactly where this boat is taking him, but he knows it's not the Eyrie. He's familiar enough with that place to know that while it might be elevated, it might be surrounded by clouds, it doesn't just float there like this place seems to do.

It's an inconvenience, of course, for the new Lord of Harrenhal to end up here instead of his intended destination. He might not have had as many spies in the Vale as in King's Landing, but he had them. Here he's on the same footing as anyone else, and he dislikes the idea. He had worked hard to cultivate the influence that he had. But all that means is that he can do it again.

When the boat docks, he follows the swarm to land, then stands back, watching, assessing, taking the measure of his fellow arrivals. So much can be learned about them if he simply leaves them to it. The more information he starts out with, the sooner he'll get his feet under him.

Option 2: Aerilon

He's been here a couple of days now, and figures he has enough information on the place to be going about with for now. Now it's time to see what he can find out about the people. The best place to do this is where all of the people are: the market. Plus he has the excuse of pretending to be shopping. Who knows what the merchants might let slip if they think they're just chatting to a potential customer?

He's examining a bolt of fabric, as if he intends to buy some to have some clothes made for him. Who knows, he may decide to do so for real. He has the fabric draped over one arm while he gets the feel of the fabric with the other.

"Is this imported?" If it is, then obviously there are other worlds out there, and people in this world that have contact with them.

[ooc: I'm only partway through season 3, but I am aware of major things that happen later in the series. So basically, unless it's a big spoiler from season 6, I probably know it already.]

Re: Petyr Baelish | Game of Thrones

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa thinks she sees him in a half dozen places and it's only when he's in the market looking at fabric that she knows it's him. And, worse, he must be able to see her. Sansa is a tall woman and she's been told she's a striking one as well. It's too much to hope he doesn't notice her.

"Lord Baelish," she greets him coolly. "Everything is imported here."

Garth Ranzz | Legion of Superheroes Animated

[lightninglad]

He wasn't in New Metropolis anymore.

Lightning Lad was no stranger to time travel or the concept of the multiverse, but it was still a culture shock. It wasn't like it was him who traveled back in time to collect a young Superman to join them in their fight against the Fatal Five, so he didn't have any practical field experience in the area of breaching space and time with the inventions of a 12th level-- let's be honest, the short hand term for 12th level intellect is a nerd.

But Brainy was the Legion's nerd.

He's in the air the moment he's on his feet, not bothering to touch ground yet. He flies straight up above the horizon line to get a better view of this new planet.

"Grife! How did I end up here?" He says aloud, scratching the back of his scruffy head with his robotic arm. Nothing about this made any sense, and he didn't remember going through a portal recently.

Plus, this world was completely unrecognizable.

He decides to make a round of the main island, exploring the place from above before touching down in the main market area.

"Hey!" He says to a nearby local. "What planet is this?"

Brainiac 5 | Legion of Superheroes

[brainiac5]

...Floating islands, interesting.

Highly unusual, and the planet itself was not on any known start charts in the United Planets. He checked his memory, double checked, triple, trying to come up with an explanation as to why he was on this world, but there was no transition between him explaining the details of their next mission to his fellow Legionaires to the moment he stood up, and flew out of the boat aided only by his flight ring.

He is soon beckoned down by a greeting party, to which he meets with and complies with their wishes to give him an archaic piece of technology, which he examines briefly, but otherwise gives them this full attention.

Medietas? Absolutely no mention of it, as he suspected in his initial analysis. If there was a world like this in his galaxy, he would know about it. At least until he was informed that this was another universe altogether.

This gave the Coluan cause for concern, as the means for transdimmensional travel were not usually... stable. Or recommended.

Especially in the hands of a people so clearly primitive.

For now it was best to excuse himself politely, as he while he would love to point out the problems regarding allowing said primitive people to have access to technologies or abilities to abduct people from other universes, he had some measure of discretion and there was no point in talking to a these people who would likely not even understand half of what he had to say.

Hopefully the others who were abducted would have more to say.

Brainy moves into the city, choosing to concentrate on aligning his holo-comm to the Medietas network, rather than to have to rely on incompatible technology.


Network Post

Greetings.

I have come to understand that we have been transplanted from our home dimensions to this, strange and frankly illogical new world. Based on the scans I've taken there is no clear indication of any technology which would account for the reason these islands float, nor any substantial power source that would be a candidate for the device which brought here.

If such a device exists, it may not be in the same spacial dimension, or simply located elsewhere besides these five islands.

As for myself, I am Brainiac Five of the Legion of Superheroes. I'll do what I can to devise a means that we can return to our own universes, should there be adequate resources available.

In the mean time... [Grife, he imagined he may be very bored here.]

I will offer my expertise on any manner of subjects ranging from quantum physics to advanced stellar engineering. I am a 12th level intellect, which I presume would be better explained by stating that whatever your standard of genius is, they are a simpleton in comparison. I say that not to stroke my ego, but to state a fact.

In summery, I am very smart, and if you need anything that require aid in that regard I am at your disposal.

And as previously stated, given my position with the Legion I am also obligated to help where I can in law enforcement activities. I will volunteer my time to the police force or consult as necessary.

Brainiac 5 out.

network

[element_wizard]

Hah. Good luck with that one.

And by that one I mean finding the source of what's keeping people here.

Catelyn Tully Stark | Game of Thrones

[wintertrout]

She doesn't recall having boarded the boat she wakes on. It's alarming, given recent events, more so when she can find no one familiar aboard the boat and no answers as to why she's on it. The alarm turns more into confusion when she gets a look at beyond the boat. She is not on any river, nor any sea, instead the boat travels through the sky toward a collection of islands that also float in the sky with no support to be seen.

She disembarked and accepted the items given to her, unfortunately though her questions are largely brushed aside and eventually she gave up hope in getting any answers from the greeter after persistence gets her nowhere. The name and the map of the place she's been given is no place she knows and she doesn't understand what the item she's been given is, let alone what she's to do with it. After a fruitless minute of trying to decipher the purpose of the buttons it held, she put it up in a pocket along with the map as she headed for the town beyond the docks.

The greeter had been useless when it came to being informative, but surely she could find someone who was willing to give her the knowledge she sought.

Wildcard: Network
[There is a moment of static, followed by the sound of the docks. Just the audio and only for a few seconds before its cut off. A few seconds after it ended there's video and sound. An older tired seeming woman with fair skin, long auburn hair and frustrated blue eyes.]

I haven't time for this.

[The words are softly spoken, almost a whisper, irritated. The feed abruptly shuts itself off after the last word is spoken.]

Re: Catelyn Tully Stark | Game of Thrones

[theladyofwinterfell]

When Sansa sees her, she's stricken for a moment. She has longed to see her mother for so many years and now when faced with her, she worries what she might think. Will she know that she's been used ill, that she's not the maiden that Catelyn had sent off to King's Landing.

Still, she's her mother. How could her lady mother ever hate her? Sansa runs to her, stopping just short.

"Mother! Mother, it's me!"