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

Taliesin "Cricket" Griffth | Original character.

[cricketsong]

Most times when Cricket found himself in an usual place it was because of having run into an old friend of his and helping him out with a Thing. However, Taliesin hadn't seen his friend in months, which wasn't unusual. The unfortunate part of this being he didn't have said friend to blame for being in these boats and then on these islands.

While he could blame the friend anyway, it still wouldn't get him any information. Whistling softly to himself, the man started up into civilized parts of the islands. A small spirit swirled up around him as he whistled. Holding his hand up, the bobbing creature landed on his fingertips.

"Go find someone helpful, would you please," he asked it. It bobbed once then twice before darting off. Hands in his pockets, Cricket followed it, still whistling as he did so.

Re: Taliesin "Cricket" Griffth | Original character.

[utauhoshina]

Someone helpful? Well that depended on her mood, really. Utau was trying to figure out where she was, and certainly was falling closer to the darker side of herself as she grew more and more irritated. But then El heard the man speak, and saw the spirit. She grabbed onto Utau's pigtail and pulled. She herself was smaller than Utau's head, but she pulled enough to get her attention.

"He needs help. We can help," the small little angel creature told the teenaged girl.



"Aw, let him fend for himself," the little devil one said. "We're lost too, and he isn't even half as cute as..." Her words were cut off as Utau's hand shot out and closed over her mouth...and most of the rest of her. Utau's violet eyes glared at the little devil before she tossed her aside like litter out of the limo window. The devil girl giggled and floated back to Utau.

Ticked now, Utau stalked over to Talisen, and put her hands on her hips. "You wanted help?" she asked, the way someone might ask "You were looking for a fight?" she certainly did not seem helpful, though the Angel over one shoulder looked as sweet and kind as the devil on the other looked amused.

[cricketsong]

Well now that was interesting.

He looked down at the girl and then at the two spirits on her shoulder. At least he thought they were. He certainly never saw any spirits like that before. The little one he'd sent out came whirling back to him and hid in his hair.

"I did and I would appreciate any you might be able to give me," he said, voice as polite as possible which was pretty damn polite. Bards had to be good at politeness.

caitlin snow | the flash

[trigeminalheadache]

( arrival )

The last thing Caitlin remembers is sneaking out of CCPD, her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears as she tries not to draw attention to herself. She remembers running through the city's streets. She remembers Jay's ultimatum, and still choosing to leave.

It takes a moment, once she opens her eyes, to register that she's in a boat. That it's daylight, that nothing looks at all familiar. And that she isn't in the boat alone. For the rest of the journey, she curls in on herself, trying to hide the fact that she's been wearing the same clothes for a week and that she hasn't showered in that long. She hasn't slept in nearly that long either. Thankfully, it isn't much time before the boat docks and someone is kindly reaching to help her out.

That same someone presses a map into one of her hands and something that very much looks like a cell phone in her other. Out of reflex, she nods and smiles, and it seems that the person takes that to mean that she's okay and has no questions. Except all she has are questions, her mind spinning with them at dizzying speeds. Not wanting to bother any of the others around, she walks until she finds a place that looks safe to sit down, to get her bearings. Looking at the map, she talks to herself.

"Where am I?"

( network )

[ She's taken her time, let herself get settled into her new home. Well, settled enough to eat something and take a long shower. Too restless to sleep just yet, her attention turns to the network. But it takes too long to scroll through and watch the various entries, not when there's really one question that's occupying her thoughts. ]

Hi. [ Caitlin's voice betrays her nerves, as does her rather uncertain expression. Her hair is wet, still dripping onto the towel around her shoulders, and it's very noticeable that her face is drawn and that she hasn't slept in some time.

But still, she's soldiering on. ]

Someone down by the docks said that, often, there's people here from the same place. I'm hoping that's true? I could just... really use a familiar face right now. If Central City or Star City are familiar to you, please say hi.

[ She glances down. ] Thanks.

Network

[thisismadfreaky]

[Cisco's sitting on the couch in his house when the familiar voice coming from the network grabs his attention. He flails and sits up, scooping the device on the table up and fumbling with it for a second before getting the thing properly clicked on.]

Caitlin? Is that you?

[trigeminalheadache]

[ She presses a hand to her mouth in disbelief. And of all the people she could have wished for, Cisco's certainly #1 on the list. ]

Cisco?

[ Her voice shakes, and she has to stop to clear her throat. ]

It's me.

Re: caitlin snow | the flash

[dr_wells]

[Harrison appears on Catilin's screen and smiles slightly. He's pleased, though he would never admit it that Barry has more of his friends here.]

I'm here as well Snow. I hope everything back on Earth-1 is alright.

[orions_shadow]

The best thing about the docks were the winds, and on sunny days like this he ported over to find a nice shady spot to hang out in and people watch. His work was done for the day so he was walking over, hoping to find some vendor, or even just a bird to snack on while he hung out.

He hears the words, turning his head to the woman, eyes looking up to her with a blink.

Her body language was clear, scared out of her damn mind, like she's just seen hell. The real question was if he should answer or not because he's pretty sure he'd just freak her out. He decides it's best not to approach but to say hello at least, sitting back on his haunches he nods his more human like head at her.

"Ey, lady. I'd like t'answer you but you know what, I don't even know an' I been here a month!" Basically a metahuman cat boy, Caitlyn. What do?

Re: caitlin snow | the flash - network

[hopeandlove]

"Oh!"

She'd just been fiddling with it, she hadn't – well, she didn't mean to – but she almost drops the...remote? Maybe?...when the screen is filled with an unfamiliar face, asking about an unfamiliar city, with an expression of all-too-familiar uncertainty. "No, they're not, but, um..."

She adjusts her glasses, and gives the other girl her most comforting smile. "But you look like you could use a friendly face, anyway."

Re: caitlin snow | the flash

[particlized]

Barry had taken to running along the docks on some days, just to change up the routine just a little bit. One thing that he was not expecting however seeing Caitlin Snow stepping off one of the boats. She was a light most days in his dark life, and relief bubbled in his stomach.

"Caitlin?"

Re: caitlin snow | the flash

[redarrowqueen]

(Network, canon is when she was stabbed by Ra's Al Ghul back in season 3)

Starling City in this corner so hi, I'm Thea.

Anduin Wrynn | World of Warcraft | 3 & 4

[hearthstones]

LOST

Anduin is no stranger to being lost in a new and dangerous place. He had, after all, wandered a good deal of Pandaria with all of Stormwind's elite looking for him and this place is little different. The hearthstone he has from Jaina is still warm and heavy in his pocket and he traces his fingers against the rune on top of it as he makes his way through winding city streets.

All told, this place isn't much different than Stormwind. There's a market, where he seems to be now, and the people seem to be friendly enough. His father had always been overprotective of him, true, but no one knows that he's a Prince here. Or a King, Anduin thinks to himself, shrugging off that thought. He doesn't need to think about that right now.

Right now, he's going to navigate until he finds his bearings and he's going to find passage home. If that fails, he'll use the Hearthstone. Does it still work even if Jaina's tower is no longer in Theramore? He guesses at the least, it'll take him back to Kalimdor, which is one step closer to home.

NETWORK

not sure if i'm doing this right. can you see this message? is there anyone from the alliance who can aid me?

[Anduin wonders if this is the best idea. He's announced himself to the entire city, for good or ill, and identified himself with the Alliance. What if the Horde figures out he's Anduin Wrynn? He does have friends in the Horde - Baine Bloodhoof in particular - but other than the Tauren happening upon him, should he trust it?]

Video;

[trustwhiskers]

[Fortunately for Anduin, Khadgar can see his message, though he's not sure just what the young man means by 'the alliance' as if it was a faction in and of itself. It takes him a moment to reply, he's only just figured out how to properly work the device, but he needs to remind himself what key does what at times. Who knew there was something harder to learn than magic?

Thus Anduin is treated to the sight of a man around the same age with dark hair and the beginnings of a small beard.]

I can see your message. What alliance are you from? I doubt there's anyone here from it, you're on an entirely different world now.

Saya Otonashi | Blood+

[livetoday]

Arrival

Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, the first thing Saya sees is rich wood flooring. As the fog begins to lift, she becomes increasingly aware of her surroundings. Wooden railings, the swaying water in the distance, unfamiliar faces all around her... suddenly her mind kicks in sharply. For a moment the idea that she'd awoken from hibernation seemed entirely possible. She remembered how heavy her body had felt - just how difficult it had been to keep her eyes open. Yet now it was easier than it had been in months. Yet her memories were crystal clear without a single blank and her hair had not grown an inch more than she remembered. Had there been some sort of mistake? How had she come here?

When the boat docks, she steps off uneasily. Just like her, there are a number of confused faces. A lot of them were more panicked than hers. It wasn't that she didn't feel those things, just that she couldn't bring herself to react so strongly. Where her calm came from... perhaps it was the comfort of waking up and feeling very much still like herself.

Looking around, she can see where her next step will lead her. This isn't something that she can do on her own. Once she's back on solid ground, she makes it her mission to talk to someone. Maybe they don't know anything - or maybe they know something. Either way, she won't get those answers without asking.

"Excuse me." Catching up to the first unoccupied person she meets, she speaks up. "Do you know where we are?"

Getting Settled

From what she understands of her situation - and that feels like very little, even now - she has a lot to get accustomed to. Her walks brought her to the market, where her eyes were drawn to the different items on sale. Although she'd like to ask the shop keepers some questions, most of them seem preoccupied with their work. So instead Saya finds herself caught up in her window shopping.

That is... before her stomach grumbled loudly enough to startle even Saya. And then when she realized what happened- she placed a hand over her stomach as though that might quiet it.

She'd like to hope no one heard that but...

[le_chevalier]

Haji had come to learn that people seemed to arrive certain times of month, but since Diva had come he had not paid much mind to the new arrivals, being new himself and with three people he needed to care for, one begrudgingly; the other two quite willingly, he just didn't allow himself time to wander while they were awake. Today he was off from one job and not due into the other until sunset. He had not asked Diva's permission, the girls knew him better so when their uncle as Kai had insisted Haji be called offered them lunch the girls were happily skipping along. Each holding on to one of his hands.

The cello case, as always was on his shoulder. But the two girls, with their hair cut so like Saya's and their smiles like Riku's, these girls had become his life. While his mistress slept her long years it was something to focus on, something to help time pass. Something he felt she would have wanted.

"Uncle Haji!" Hibiki called out. "Can we have cake!" She called up as he looked down at her, a smile, he could smile for the girls like he did for Saya.

"Only if you eat, Hibiki. You as well, Kanade." Both girls looked a little cross at being denied sweets first, but that was quickly forgotten when Hibiki noticed her "Mama! Mama cut her hair!" She called out as Haji's eyes went wide taking in the sight of the woman, that wasn't Diva... that wasn't Diva at all. His breath caught in his throat. "...Saya." The word came from his voice. She was awake... how was she awake? How was she here? Nothing made sense here.

"Auntie Saya?" Hibiki and Kanade spoke in unison, Kai and Haji spoke a lot about auntie Saya.

Getting Settled

[fallenfirebender]

And then someone is holding out an apple to her. Azula looks more annoyed than friendly, but that's just her personality. Having come to Medietas, she's learning how to 'play nice' with people and be something other than a self-centred princess, but she's still not great at it.

"Here. Don't starve."

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[manaveris]

T W O

The first step off the boat is like entering a new world; it's a internally tentative movement but when both feet are firmly placed upon the ground time falls back into focus where everything before was moving ever so slowly, like the delicate brush strokes of a painter. There are people, but no familiar faces in hand, they offer him two items; a map and something he has never seen before in his lifetime and it is no sending crystal. Dorian, a bit tense to say the least, holds tight to his staff and is quick to escape the situation with an out of character lack of conversation. He pockets the unknown device and folds up the map neatly before pocketing it a bit closer to his heart. The desire is to get away from the other confused minds that he arrived with, to figure the questions out on his own and that he had, in his own way with careful breaths.

Now he was stuck in a home, with a handful of familiar belongings and far from his tastes.

Though he should be appreciative, Dorian would rather have a library and a study than furnished apartments. Wrinkling his nose at some of the choice clothing in the wardrobe he immediately picked out the items he would never wear, folded them up and shoved them into a box, along with some perishables he would never touch, and a set of linens that were simply at curse upon humanity to hold such a pattern. Simply wanting to sit down with text's and tomes, he moved the collected unwanted out to the corner of the street, dropping it down with a satisfied huff. It might not be spring, but it was certainly spring cleaning and if there was anything he could do to keep his mind off this rather odd and unfortunate situation, it was to pick idly at the issues within his life currently and if anyone was to come upon or peek inside, it was very much that along with a great deal of grumbling and a twist of magic.

F O U R

A garden, that's what he needed, a garden and from here and there he could at least keep his hands busy. Without war, without battles, everything seemed so empty and with no conflict there was a great deal of ideal time and even Dorian, who every much did love his research, could only spend so many days not sleeping and delving through books and texts of the realm, brushing up on his own talent as a mage, and well exploring about the world that was more akin to pacing. It all felt as if it was lacking purpose, life all too simple for him. There was tension for lack of tension and one night he decided to take that tense out on the small garden of the starter home he was offered upon arrival. Granted he was not counting down how many weeks he had been there since then, but already stir crazy was a good word to add to his common vocabulary.

The world was not so farfetched as his own, but there where new things, new foods, new technologies that took time to accept like a breath of cold air, the cold that he very much hated but despite his vanity, Dorian was not ashamed to get his hands dirty when no one was looking.

Lights strung up within the simple and small plot of land, Dorian had managed to purchase a few plants, some aesthetic, some fruit baring, from the local markets and was currently arm deep into the dirt, digging up plots to place the items in. Some of the herbs he planted where medicinal, some where used in the preparation of food but every plant had it's purpose, as Dorian was meticulous such as. The lights within the night air call to the fact someone is home, and the sounds of rustling can be heard from those passing by, the back gate open and two large bags of plotting soil sitting at the entryway. It might not be his house, it might not belong to him but he wasn't told he could not bring some use to it besides a shelter. As long as he was busy, he could be content, content externally but on the inside he was screaming.

Re: Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[cricketsong]

Whistling softly to himself, Cricket came upon Dorian and his garden. He hesitated on the edges of it watching Dorian in the garden. It's sort of relaxing in a way. A small spirit, about the size of a humming bird of indistinct shape, flickered around Taliesin and then darted over to check Dorian out.

idk two-ish

[inquisitorialness]

Nadia makes a habit of dropping by the docks at least a few times a week when she knows people are arriving. She's met enough Thedosians here by now to want to be around when they arrive, if possible. It's less that she hopes her friends and loved ones will show up and more that she wants to be there if they do, to do what she can to help.

She knows how disconcerting the arrival can be, after all.

She hears Dorian before she sees him - that high, biting laughter has her ears perk like a hound on a scent, and she makes a beeline to the sound through the crowds pressing forward.

"Dorian!" she calls, knowing she's liable to be lost in the crowd otherwise, what with how short she is. "I have so missed your incisive cultural commentary."

T W O

[getsyourbloodgoing]

Bull didn't like to admit it, even to himself, but he was feeling a bit lost these days. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was stuck on some floating island (or a few of them) but it had to do more with the fact that he was lost without his boys. It struck him as odd at times that he had gotten so used to them but he guessed it made sense, especially when one considered what he had given up to keep them as safe as he could manage.

It helped that he had the Inquisitor and Cullen there. There was also the Champion of Kirkwall and her pet mage. That was a whole fucking mess that was asking for additional trouble but he was doing his best to ignore it. There wasn't much he could do about it right now. At least not until the boss gave him the go-ahead to do something.

As it was now, he was looking for something to distract himself and so he was heading towards the main island again when he spied a slender, familiar form carrying stuff out of the house. Stopping dead, he waited for half a second to confirm that it was exactly who he thought it was before calling out. "Dorian!"

Then he was hurrying towards the other man, not caring that he was showing relief on his face or that he was smiling warmly at the sight of the other man. As it was, he would barely give the mage time to drop his items before he was reaching to pull him into a hug that would lift him right off the ground.

Samwell Tarly | Game of Thrones

[samwellslayer]

[Arrival]

It had been a long journey, from the Wall to Oldtown, but when wakes up on this boat, he knows it's almost over. There's something strange about it, though. The boat looks different, for one thing, and he can't hear the water anymore. He stumbles his way through the dark to the deck above, and the first thing he determines while blinking away the sudden sunshine is that he is dressed too warmly in his Night's Watch furs. There's no constant cold here. He should have taken that into consideration when he set off in this direction.

He still doesn't think this is right though. Nothing he has heard about Oldtown indicates that it is surrounded by clouds like this, and he doesn't recognize any of his fellow passengers. There even seems to be one missing. "Gilly? Gilly? Where are you?" This is terrible. He's supposed to be taking care of her and baby Sam, making sure nothing happens to them, and now he's lost them.

He follows the crowd off the boat onto the docks, still hoping to find her. "Gilly?"

[Library]

He has waited as long as he can. He has gotten settled in, and met a whole mess of Starks, and switched out his too-warm clothes for something more appropriate. Today he is going to visit the library he's heard about. Maester Aemon had relied on Sam to be his eyes for more than just reading and writing letters, and while that library had contained more than his father's library had, it doesn't compare to what he's heard about the library at the Citadel. He wants to see this one for himself.

Following the map and the directions the others gave him, he finds the library easily. When he steps inside, he knows that this will not be a waste of a visit. There are more books here than he has seen in his life. He may be gawking just a little with an awed look on his face. Sorry.

Caius Vitale (OC) | Highlander Universe

[solus_unus]

[ Arrival ]

He'd woke up in strange places before, but this was absolutely bizarre since he had no recollection of drinking before he woke up in the dark hull with a bunch of other people. This wasn't even a case where the immortal thought maybe this was the afterlife. That somehow he missed getting challenged and lost his head and this was happened after? No. This was all kinds of screwed up but none of it was any kind of Heaven or Hell, that much he knew.

Though once he got above deck, Caius was blinking in disbelief as the floating islands got closer and closer. It was a sight he didn't want to miss out on so out came the phone in his back jeans pocket and a picture was taken.

After docking, he began roaming, eyes equally bright with intrigue and amusement. What a fucking trip.


[ Getting Settled/Exploring ]

They assigned him to somewhere called Eurus and after checking into the house, the Roman was pleased (yet confused) to see his guitar, camera, sword and sketchbook had made the journey with him. The how's of that he was sure someone could explain, so he showered, tossed on a clean shirt and headed out to check more of this place called Medietas out.

Exploring

[thekittenqueen]

After fate having pulled them apart, first from the city and then back to their worlds, it was a relief to see Caius again. The city had dimmed without him, though she had never been aware of how much until he was gone. It had almost seemed like an impossible dream when she had seen him disembarking the ship, yet the island was offering her some form of family, after being so generous to the Starks.

She had helped him settle in and find where he lived, popping by to visit to make certain he was settled. Having a day off, she opted to check in on him again, perhaps to even take him about the islands.

It seemed that he had similar thoughts as she spied him already stepping out of his house. She waved, giving him a bright grin. "You anticipated me."

arrival

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

More often than not, the only way Lydia passed by the new arrivals to the islands was when she was coming or going from work. But every now and then, she did indeed end up finding some of them, and that usually amounted to some decent conversations and the odd smile. This time, the smile prefaced it all. She recognised that face, that walk, the whole way he held himself.

Of course, she was fully prepared - once again - for him to not remember, and that was still okay. She still fell into step with him. "Finding everything okay?"

Arrival!

[beforetheduster]

There was a smooth sound as a motorbike, vintage 1943, pulled out of the crowd, humming smoothly along. Harry had been delighted to wake up to it actually working and not needing to be fed magic or gasoline, either. He grinned as he eased the bike to a halt. The man coming toward him from the boat looked like a typical newbie, but less panicked and more calm, like a tourist almost. Harry chuckled and stepped off his bike, easing it into rest, and slid his helmet off. He wore white, white jeans jacket and jeans pants, white tennis shoes, and his helmet was even white. Someone had once made a joke about white hats, and Harry, well, he was a traditionalist... sometimes.

He raised a hand to the other man.

"Welcome to Medietas. First time on the islands?" Almost everyone who came in was, but occasionally, he had heard, people left then came back. Harry had only arrived a wee bit ago himself, so... he was curious.