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

[lotsoflaughs]

"Another time then," Gabriel says before taking off to parts elsewhere.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[tallasaking]

"...Pardon me, but did you say that male birth control is non-reversible? What do they do, make him a eunuch?" He had this horrifying feeling that they did, but he did head over to applied sciences. Once there, he started to pluck out a pile of books on a variety of subjects.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion pursed his lips thoughtfully, before he started to sketch out a rough family tree, then drew one more square above it. In there, he put in 'Lann the Clever'.

"Our entire line is supposed to come from one of the seven founders of the seven kingdoms, Lann the Clever. Some thought of him as a trickster."

[darkestauthor]

Henry watched him work but didn't interrupt. Once Tyrion was done, he smiled at him.

"Seven founders of seven kingdoms. Sounds almost like Loki, your Lann."

Henry unscrewed the top of the ink bottle and dipped the quill into the ink. Then he began writing even though the quill never touched the page.

The words would most likely not make sense to Tyrion. Henry had created his own code when he had started Operation Cobra so that Regina couldn't read them if found. This had continued as a shorthand and the Author's quill made writing it much quicker still. Plus, he found he could write and listen at the same time when he did this.

[thelast_guardian]

[There was a reason Medivh's sense of humor was mostly subdued those days, but he allowed himself a moment to remember when that sort of comment from his friend would haved resulted in a smile, a laugh and even a clever retort. Those days seemed so long ago now.

Still, his lips curved slightly and he turned his green eyes to Lothar where the smile only touched his eyes briefly before giving way to thought.]

Before or after the meeting with the orcs?

[The commander would no doubt see the confusion now. Medivh only remembers waking back in Karazhan and speaking with Garona.]

[cant_take_waiting]

"It's not going to cramp my style, dad," she says with a bit of a grin. "Besides, I'd rather have a home that has my dad in it than one that's got me by myself. I don't like the silence of the place. That actually kind of sucks." It did a bit more than sucked. Especially when she didn't hear her dad coming or going at all odd hours. Scott had stuck around a little bit, but not permanently.

"Yep! At a little coffee shop here," she tells him with a grin.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[electro_kinetic]

"Yes, I said it was non-reversible, and no, they don't make anyone a eunuch. The whole operation is a little complicated, but suffice it to say they don't cut anything off, just seal the two small tubes that carry sperm. With women it's easier, we just take a pill and don't ovulate."

She plucked out a book as she talked, tucking it under her arm.

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[tallasaking]

Both of his eyebrows raised - at the order and the instruction. He pressed his lips together, but nodded. "I have learned how to adjust in many ways, Pod, since we parted. No worries about my tastes."

He stroked his beard thoughtfully, "Start at the beginning."

[ofortuna]

"That hasn't meant anything to people before." Plenty of musicians could hear. That didn't mean any of them considered what she was singing. They heard the melody and not her words.

Diva may not know him perfectly she had a good idea that she had found a way to get under his skin with that remark. She chuckles at her girls getting their spots and shortly after takes her own. "It's okay. He isn't quite as fun as Nathan so we may need to remind him how to enjoy himself." She winks at the girls, all mischief and playfulness once more. "In fact I'll tell you all about having fun after we eat and go home!" Of course her idea of fun and Hagi's probably don't line up...at all.

[le_chevalier]

He pushed Diva's chair in as the girls wished despite the lack of desire to do so, beloved he moved away he leaned down just a hair. Je suis la voix. De l'amour qui ne peut vivre. Pourtant, il ne meurt pas. The girls looked confused, Haji used french when he didn't want them to know. They knew English and Japanese already smart buttons, but no one taught them french. His words were a stanza of her aria. He's heard it more than once. In Vietnam it burned into his mind as much as everything there did. He knew her bloody sad song.

He moved then taking out the other chair, his cello case leaned aside near a wall as the girls still looked confused a moment before smiling at their mom. "whose Nathan?" Oh shit, he'd have to tell Diva, fuck. Nathan wasn't so bad, dramatic but not bad. He didn't protest to her words he simply shrugged. The girls looking over the menu in hushed tones. The devices both their uncle and aunt would have been given upon arrival translated the words for them, but not the french their uncle spoke.

[ooc; I am the voice, Of love that cannot live. Yet it doesn't die.]

Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3

[squireofhonor]

"Yes, sir." He sighed and ordered his thoughts, then began.

"After leaving your cell, milord, Ser Jamie led me outside, and along the way, Bronn joined us. They both escorted me to where Lady Ser Brienne of Tarth was preparing a journey. She was being sent out by Ser Jamie to find the Stark girls and protect them, something he had promised their mother he would do. He presented me to Lady Ser Brienne and I became her squire. She was not... happy about that, but she treated me well, and instructed me, as we traveled." His words were quiet, but spoken without hesitation. He had seen the corruption and darkness in King's Landing, and while he had hated failing Tyrion, and leaving him behind, he had nonetheless been glad to be out of that city..

"Eventually, we did find Lady Sansa, but she was in the escort of Ser Littlefinger, and would not come away with us. When we followed them, for Ser Lady Brienne was not too trusting of his intentions, we found that he had somehow schemed to hand her over to the Boltons, and we were unable to stop her from being taken to Winterfell, which they now held." He paused and rubbed his face again, thinking. Then he went on.

"We... had second hand words from stuff who served there, who were in favor of her, and who would spy for us. And we waited, for a chance to get her out, for some hope. And then Lord Stannis arrived, and started to set siege to the place, and Ser Lady Brienne had... she had history and a grudge against Lord Baratheon, and she went, and killed him."

He swallowed. "And then i woke up here, and Lady Sansa was here, as well, and she swore me to be her sworn sword, which mostly, here, is me being her friend."

[ofortuna]

He did listen. He knew the words. Her eyes widen when he says the lines to her. She balls up a bunch of her dress in one hand. It was weird. She thought only her chevaliers listened to her, heard her. "I thought you would have ignored it." Her voice is quiet but she doesn't switch to French. She's astounded and she was positive that he would have never paid her song mind.

The girls get her to smile again and let out a cheerful laugh. "Nathan is my chevalier! He was the one who always loved to help make dresses, he helped do my hair and always found places for me to sing for people." What she didn't add was that Nathan wasn't even the favorite but she recalls him more vividly at the moment. Him being so kind as to lay her babies alongside her in her last moments. That made him special. "He's very funny." Dramatic funny which to her was the best kind. He managed to listen to her and keep her amused, a rare accomplishment for anyone.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion was just going to sit here and stare at this quill moving all on it's own, his mis-matched eyes wide as the words formed in ways that he did not understand in the slightest.

"Fascinating ... I mean, your quill, not my history. Although that is also fascinating. Who is Loki?"

[le_chevalier]

Haji didn't really see what the big deal was, lyrics were as important as the music played with them. It was half the reason he doesn't like modern music. There was awhile he had enjoyed the music humans made but eventually he walked away with a sour taste in his mouth. "You know me about as well as I know you." He spoke plainly in return. Little eyes shifted from uncle to mother. Ohhh its like when Uncle Kai yells at uncle Haji, they expected to see Mama headbutt their uncle any second.

"He was an interesting man, out of your others I didn't mind him." The way he emphisied was, was his way of letting her know, a promise in his tone to explain later. Thankfully the chipper pretty waitress arrived and made the cutest face at the girls. "Oh aren't they precious." She introduced herself and asked if they were ready to order.

[deadmanbusiness]

"It wouldn't surprise me. Fairie is the sort of place that would have multiple names for things." Seeing as how the man appeared to be relaxed, he shoved his hands into his pants pockets.

"Though I'n not sure about the nature versus arcane magics as they're fairly well blended where I'm from."

[ofortuna]

Did he just sass her? He wasn't sassing her again. She kicks him under the table, huffing at him and his attitude. "You're so rude!" Here was hoping to give him a sliver of hope in being a decent person and not useless chevalier. Looks like she was wrong.

"Nathan was the nicest." More then Solomon and Amshel. He seemed to find a way to do little things to help her instead of simply hugging her or always indulging her. It was odd. She wasn't sure she completely understood it but she liked those things about him. "Oh, yes! They're my pride and joy." She beams to the waitress about her children. A short second later she's pointing out multiple items on the menu to order. Sorry Hagi but what is a budget.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Her nose wrinkled in amusement. He was funny and seemed to have a good sense of humor, considering the situation. "There are a number of places available. You won't starve. If you need help, I could always provide you with aid." It was the least she could do for someone out of his element. "They said a number of pleasantries, but it was strange. The Queen kept herself veiled, I never saw her face. There was something...very strange about her."

[le_chevalier]

"Rude? I only spoke the truth." he didn't even flinch but one of his eyebrows twitched a bit. Which got a giggle from the girls. They didn't know what was going on but it was funny.

Haji pulled the device from his pocket blanching a little. Oh fuck, oh well. Que sera sera. He needed to get a job anyway. There was enough money to get through a month but with Diva added... well fuck. Granted she would have her own account but Haji was a gentlemen so he'd rather not ask her and he wont. The girls beamed at their mother. "Uncle Haji, what can we have." The child closest to Haji asked, as he leaned a little closer. "Whatever your hearts desire. Don't worry its quiet alright, Kai wont mind." They smile and named off a couple sweet and some noodles to. The waitress looked to Haji next who just stared a second. "...Tea." Might as well fake it while people watch. He could eat, he just didn't have to.

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.

[tallasaking]

"Aaaah, mysteries to be solved, parsed out and found. I am liking this place better and better." He takes up his map, peering at it thoughtfully, "What sort of professions do they have for a professional wastrel and scholar, political sort of mastermind?"

[ofortuna]

"You're being rude to a lady!" She folds her arms over her chest much like a frustrated child. At least the girls got a laugh out of it so it was hard for her to stay mad. "You better not be teaching the girls to be this rude." That's her job.

Diva couldn't be happier to see her girls getting all that they wanted. It was a sight that warmed her heart, gave her some faith but she didn't know in what. "If you eat up all your food, I'll sing to you after it." Who would ever be worried about a little queen not eating enough? Strangely enough, Diva. "I'll even sing you part of my song if you want me to." Not because she wanted to but because they might want it.

[le_chevalier]

He kinda missed the days when Saya got huffy at him for sassing. Those long gone days when he used to smile. Now only the girls could really get a smile out of him with Saya in hybrination. "I am teaching them no such thing. " He spoke with a shrug his arms crossed over his chest now.

The girls nodded happily so excited for their mom to sing to them. "Uncle Haji sings for us sometimes when Miss Julia isn't visiting." Cue Haji looking away, nope nope of course they sold him out. Why did they have to tell Diva. "We want to hear Mama sing!"

[thelast_guardian]

[Oh, but he did and there might have been a slight grin that only touched his eyes in seeing the minor landing misjudgement. And then it was gone.]

Apprentice. Come, we have much to talk about.

[Medivh turned and continued to walk.]

[thelast_guardian]

Medivh gave a slight nod and simply followed.

"Who, exactly, gets drawn there?" he questioned, wondering if the reason he was being taken there was because he was what the other man called 'a magic user'. The Guardian could tell the man was one, as well. "People like us, you mean?"

Not exactly subtle in calling him out.

[not_a_damn_blood_bag]

[He doesn't expect to see her. Not when he knows that she's dead. Knows just how she died. After all, he'd even grazed her leg so long ago. So she wasn't the only one that was staring. He was too and he's not sure what to think.]

Splendid?

[Maybe this was like those visions he'd had before they'd tried turning him into a damn blood bag.]