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

[cricketsong]

It could never be home at least not for real, but some life could be made without expectations of people from home.

Dirt and a garden lead to this moment, perhaps a relationship that could grow from it. He was the sort of person that would play around with that sort of symbolism.

"So I am and a good shower would be welcomed," he said taking the cloth to try and wipe the dirt off his face. "But... perhaps you'd like to see me again when neither of us are covered in dirt?"

[manaveris]

There was always something to plant, something to grow and that was entirely the metaphor of the evening. Gardens would take time to tend, as do anything building between two people, unknowing or not, there was no certain direction only the fumbling of trying to figure out what. Still, Dorian watched him and placed his hands down onto the ground and moved to stand up, dusting himself off and stretching skyward from having knelt for so long; afterwards he dropped his hands though and offered one out to the other to assist him off the ground, even though they were still stained with the activities of the evening.

"Something we can agree upon, it's going to take me all night to get this out from under my nails." Dorian quipped, arching an eyebrow and offering a smile, hand out stretched. "Yes, I would like that but please, no more gardening for awhile, let's think of an equally productive activity that does not involve scooting about in soil, and it's not like you have a choice in the matter in the first place. I believe you owe me wine."

He smirked.

[cricketsong]

He took the hand to help him up, squeezing it lightly as he did so.

"I owe you wine and you owe me a story. So, yes, I do believe I will be seeing you again." Not wanting to lose the moment and wanted to return again he said, "How about tomorrow night then? If you're not doing anything?"

[manaveris]

The man squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture softly, hesitantly letting go once the other was settled on his feet and sliding his hand outwards, fingers brushing against the others own as he did with purpose before giving a nod of his head and a smile upon his lips.

"Fine, I'll give you part one of the story, you bring the wine." An exhale followed and he looked the small distance upwards to the bard. "My only plans for tomorrow night originally involved reading some texts and questioning the plausibility of this place once more, so needless to say I'll happy take the company. I'll be here, just give a knock."

[cricketsong]

"Tomorrow night then with wine and stories. I'll be happy to share some of my own as well." He bowed, much like he did when they first met and introduced himself. "Until then, Dorian."

With that, Aisling drifting back around his head, took his leave until the next night.

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[abyssum_invocat]

She takes a long time to answer that, looking at her toes in contrast with the bricks and paving stones, feeling the heat from them seep into her skin. It was better than the cold.

"Asset," she murmured in response to his questions, honest as she could be but still seeming hollow. "Weapon." She's good at what she does, what she is, but what she does isn't nice. She's very good at killing people, though.

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.

[squireofhonor]

"Ah, no, uhm... let's see. How about... Helenia?" He smiled shyly. "That was my mother's name, and I don't think she would mind you using it, at least until we figure out what yours is supposed to be."

He felt odddly protective of this strange girl. Maybe because he knew what it was like to not have a purpose, not have a life, of your own. To be lost.

He nodded. "Are you hungry?"

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."

[thekittenqueen]

"You really shouldn't read my mind." She quipped, grinning at him with the same flirtatious glimmer that always appeared when she saw him. "There are a few inns that I rather like. The Zestful Centaur on Aerilon would allow us to visit some stores afterwards, if you want to simply wander."

There was so much she wanted to show him. The islands had become home to her, she wanted to share that with the one person who meant as much to her as her brother.

"Shall we?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"Helenia," she echoed, mouth pulling to one side in consideration. It sounded as good as anything else, and she couldn't see why it wouldn't work. At least someone would know what to call her, even if the name didn't quite fit into the blank name-sized hole in her view of herself.

"It's all right. And I don't think so."

[squireofhonor]

Podrick nodded, then smiled to her, eyeing her.Hopefully someone might know what to do here.

"Okay. Well, then what would you like to do? Here, I mean. Were you looking for something or someone?"

[dr_wells]

Zoom...did he hurt someone when we weren't there?

[trigeminalheadache]

What do you mean "weren't there"? The only time you haven't been there is when you, Barry, and Cisco went to Earth-2.

[inquisitorialness]

This is suddenly much harder than she ever anticipated it being. While Hawke and Anders misremembering events was something she could chalk up to either willful stupidity or calculated manipulation meant to throw her off-guard, she can attribute no such motives to Dorian.

Dorian has always been someone she could trust.

"I - " she begins, and shakes her head a little, unsure where to even begin. She glances around them, at the people milling about, and then back to her friend - who at least knows who she is, so that's a start.

"Come with me," she says finally. "It's a long story, and we should talk someplace more private."

[abyssum_invocat]

After a quiet moment, she just shakes her head. "I don't know what I was looking for. I was just wandering."

She's not entirely sure she was looking for anything to begin with, but she doesn't feel like protesting.

[dr_wells]

Catlin I never came back from Earth-2 We were on our way and Zoom grabbed me and then I was here.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ She sighs loudly, pressing her hands to her face. ]

Another timeline thing. I'm from... months after that.

[squireofhonor]

"Okay." Podrick fell into line next to her then.

"Did you get assigned a house when you got here? They are pretty comfortable."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Somewhere," she murmured, shying away from him at that question. "But I don't want to sit in a house. I don't want to be put away somewhere."

[squireofhonor]

Podrick blinked.

"Of course. I'm hardly going to force you into one, miss. It's so you have a place to sleep, at night, no other reason."

Podrick was so confused and felt so very out of his depth, now.

"Ah... can i get you anything?" Maybe he should just let her be? He had no idea now what he was doing.

[abyssum_invocat]

She looked over at him, expression curiously surprised at that. Everyone she'd ever known had one of two roles: target, or handler.

"I don't sleep at night. I don't....sleep much," she murmured. She'd never really been kept out of the cryosleep long enough to get tired. "I don't know what to do other than wander."

[squireofhonor]

Podrick nodded, listening, and hmmmed. He had no idea but... er. hmmm.

"Have you considered getting a job? Or making friends to spend time with?" He was curious.

"Still, a house here is, like, a private place you can go, if you want." he nodded, then.

"Uhm, there are a number of taverns, and parks. I am fond of the parks at night."

[thisismadfreaky]

[He spreads his hands and shrugs.] I have no idea, it’s crazy. Even the stuff in the library is scarce on the actual history of the place. [He pauses and stares for a second.] Like something that makes them forget it all…

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<small>[He spreads his hands and shrugs.]</small> I have no idea, it’s crazy. Even the stuff in the library is scarce on the actual history of the place. <small>[He pauses and stares for a second.]</small> Like something that makes them forget it all… <small[And now his mind is working faster than he can process, thanks, Caitlin, he can always count on you to get his brain going like this.]</small> What if all the people we’ve been thinking are locals were actually brought here like the rest of us, and they just-- forgot after being here for so long? <small>[He shakes his head.]</small> No, not really.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ It's one of the things they do so well, working with each other, riffing on ideas. The process helps them get outside the box when they need to. ]

It could be something in the environment that takes the memories. Or—or there's a common thread, in food or drink, that causes the amnesia. Or makes them susceptible to believing that they've always been from here.

[ She's walking a bit faster now, so she can get to his place and they can do this in private. ] I wish there was someone here longer that may know more.