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

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.

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.

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?]

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...

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.

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.