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

It's a thin line there, Anders

[commandercurly]

Everything about Cullen went cold. He didn't care what Anders thought of him - a lot of that ire was justified, he would admit privately, though he was trying so hard to be better than what he used to be. However, insult his wife, and he will be unimpressed.

To put it mildly. He stood stock still, every inch of him tense as he regarded the man who had caused so much trouble. No matter how bad the Gallows had been, the devastation caused by his attack on the Chantry made everything else pale into insignificance.

Cal, however, who had been standing quietly beside Cullen had no such compunctions. Sensing his master's mood, he barked once in warning, then hunkered down, growling as he prowled closer to Anders, warning the stranger of the danger he was in. Neither Cullen nor Cal touched him, but it was a hard fought thing.

"I am giving you one warning, apostate. Because that is who I am now." The old Cullen wouldn't have warned him, would simply have reacted. "Insult my wife again and you will pay for it," he said, his voice grating as he fought to keep control against this... maleficar.

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[renegadejedi]

Who is this Lord of Light, and how can you trust that he's so omnipotent? It's the dark side that will in the end. The balance is in our favour.

[Definitely not here though, and perhaps not even back home, but he can dream.]

I fear nothing.

[Not true.]

The light is a weakness that I have cast away. [Also not true, but he's trying.]

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[squireofhonor]

He blinked then grinned. "No, I meant for you. You seemed a bit out of it, miss. I was concerned."

And he was, for her answer made even less sense. Unless she was from some place even odder than most?

"Are you alright?"

Scary Templar is Scary

[possessed_mage]

Anders eyes widened, his pulse increased, breath coming more rapidly. Muscles twitched, ready to run. Why had he thought this was such a good idea a moment ago? Pissing off a Templar? Oh right. Justice. No, that was a self indulgent lie, it wasn't completely Justice. Could never be just completely. They weren't separate anymore. Which was the problem. Discerning where one ended and the other began was an almost insurmountable feat.

And there was an angry Mabari edging toward him. Dammit, this was why he was a cat person. Anders took a few steps back, and made a mental note to stop leaving his staff at home. Not that it would help against Cullen. But it made him feel a little better. No, maybe that was a bad idea, making himself more of a threat. Justice was no doubt appalled at the thoughts going through Anders head, as he wondered about pushing the Templar to see just what injustices Cullen could release.

Cullen might be able to see the war struggling inside Anders, flashes of blue light searing his skin, eyes glowing blue, before Anders fear squashed Justice back.

He swallowed and the words came out of his mouth before he could even stop them. "Sorry, Ser."

Maker, he was ashamed of himself, standing there practically surrendering to Cullen.

Re: XVII - The Star || Tarot || Scenario 2

[only_hope]

"I couldn't help but notice you," Obi-Wan admitted, giving her a soft, almost sheepish smile. "So I hope that you don't mind the interruption. I just have never sensed anyone quite like you before and it intrigues me. You seem...different, somehow."

Not Force sensitive, that much was certain, but something Else entirely.

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[abyssum_invocat]

She merely made a considering sound at that, teeth scraping the inside of her lip, shaking her head as she turned back to where she was heading.

And then, four steps away, a voice in his head: Don't be worried. I'm not hurt. Just walking.

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[squireofhonor]

Podrick blinked, touched his head, then followed her, curious now. "Walking is good. Ah... how did you do that?"

Was he hallucinating now? His head hurt.

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[abyssum_invocat]

It's easy.

Her footsteps were light on the ground, and she watches carefully where her feet go: her feet are bare and barely hovering over the ground, a scant half an inch above the surface. You're not hallucinating.

[these_are_my_words]

[It's a blonde young woman who gazes out at Melisandre with shadowed, sceptical blue eyes. White razor scars mar her right cheek, the right side of her forehead, although she doesn't hold herself like they do.]

Lord of Light, is it?

[Broad accent, all the way from the Australian desert. Voice flat, unimpressed.]

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[squireofhonor]

"Wow." Podrick followed, and shook his head. "I guess it's not stranger than white walkers or men coming back from the dead." He smiled a little.

"I'm Podrick."

Annabeth Chase | Percy Jackson and the Olympians | 1

[yearrounder]

Okay, so the boat was new. Last thing she knew she'd just finished the "discussion" with Magnus over whose life was worse (turned out he actually was in the running), and then...a boat? How? Well, okay, "how" isn't maybe quite as important as "where" and "why." There are any number of "hows" that could have managed it.

But if the boat was odd, stepping off it was even more so. They were far too prepared for her. Either this happened quite a bit or it was planned. Neither exactly boded all that well. A map and a...phone? Hers hadn't worked, but she was always a little wary of them anyway. She wasn't even supposed to have one, but she did anyway. This one she couldn't vouch for. And who even knew what monsters were lurking around here?

She at least tried to be polite as she made her excuses, said her platitudes, and pushed past the people surrounding her.

And then she looked up at the city and froze. The architecture was gorgeous...but it's not...a city that she'd seen before.

"Gods, what did I get myself into?"

Re: Annabeth Chase | Percy Jackson and the Olympians | 1

[sonofacesius]

Will Solace had woken up moments before, and was walking over to Annabeth. He waved with a bloody surgical glove, before realizing and peeling it off by the nearest trash can. The same trash can he threw the phone into. Cause, weird place+free phone? Riiight. He was so not using that phone. He'd like to actually make it to 16 thankyouverymuch. But where ever this was, it didn't look like any place he was familiar with. Then again,he'd lived at Camp Half-Blood for the last couple of years, only setting out into the 'real' world during the Battle of Manhattan. Actually, he was pretty sure that didn't even count. One thing was for sure. Not everyone here looked human. Was that a good sign or a bad sign though?

"Annabeth?" She....hadn't been at Camp. "Have you seen anyone else?" She was looking at the buildings. Course she was. " Maybe we should try contacting Camp?"

[yearrounder]

It was only her name that got her attention--she was royally distracted trying to figure out where she was and how to leave now that she was there.

"Huh?" No one here should know her name--she hadn't given it out--and yet...that voice sounded familiar. So she glanced around for a moment before her eyes settled on Will.

Will?

That bloody glove is unsettling, but then it also wasn't that uncommon, so she settled for not asking too many questions, taking a few steps closer, and looking completely confused.

"Will? What are you doing here? Is Nico with you?" Last she'd heard they were inseparable. But it was only after she'd asked that she registered that he'd asked her some things too.

"Uh...not that I know, no. And I can't connect to camp either."

[sonofacesius]

Will shook his head, looking himself over to make sure he hadn't missed anything else besides the gloves. He looked at his leg, where previously Nico had been strapped to him. Inseparable indeed. In this case quite literally. But they had made it through the 3 legged death race, only to be separated now. Will wasn't sure if he wished Nico was here or not. He wanted him safe. But, they could use his strength. And of course, Will just missed his boyfriend.

"No, I haven't seen Nico. We were both just at Camp, he was helping me with Paolo." Will made a face. "Got a leg cut off." He knew there was no use asking if she had seen Percy. But... "Have you tried calling Percy's mom? They gave us phones. Maybe mortal communication is up. It might be worth the risk."

[yearrounder]

She had to wince at that description. "Paolo got a leg cut off? Don't tell me, I don't want to know." She knew what went on at camp, but the injuries usually weren't that bad. No one told her that part.

"Yeah, it's not going through. I guess that would be too easy." Of course it would. It was never that easy. Plus in this weird city...it was hard to say.

"I'm kind of running out of ideas. We might be on our own."

[sonofacesius]

"You?" Will couldn't help but make a face. Maybe that wasn't so surprising. He wasn't sure. It wasn't like he had ever gone on a quest, and he didn't really hang around Annabeth that often when Nico wasn't around. He was more Annabeth-friendly by Nico proxy. "You've run out of ideas?" He gave a shrug.

"Have you tried asking Athena for any help? Cause my Dad's still....let's just call it out of commission." He really didn't want to think about Apollo's condition. He just hoped he was okay back at camp. If Apollo died......

[yearrounder]

"Yeah, I heard about that." Awkward didn't even begin to describe it. She'd feel weird if that happened to Athena. Not that she could even think of a reason that it would.

"The thing about Athena is that she expects her children to work things out on their own." There wouldn't be any help from her. At least not directly. "I haven't had a chance for an offering anyway."

[sonofacesius]

Will was thankful she didn't ask more. It was awkward. A whole lot of awkward. What did you even do when something like that happened? When your dad, the God Apollo, gets stuffed into the body of a 15 year old mortal boy. It was scary. It was also just plain weird, sleeping in the same cabin as your dad. And...having to teach him how to use things like the shower and a toothbrush.

Now he didn't even have any of his siblings to talk about it with. "Alright then, we're not getting any help." He paused. " Anything interesting on that phone? Think i should fish mine out of the trash can?" If nothing else they needed to eat. Maybe they could sell it?

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf (CRAU - from Amatomnes) | Scenario 2

[work_inprogress]

Peter knows this routine: islands, can't go home, someone super powerful in charge, blah, blah, blah. At least this time he's not wearing a collar. He's also not in an insane asylum. Both of those things are a plus. However, he's also not with his little pack of misfit teenagers (i.e. Lydia, Allison and Isaac) off trying to be superheroes in the world they were supposed to leave Amatomnes to arrive in. That piece of information is definitely a minus. He has his powers, thoulogh...so, a plus. But he was so very looking forward to the whole...living with people who wanted him around again. On the whole, he's calling it a wash.

He takes his map, finds his house, pouts that there's no brothel to run, and sets off to see what this place is about. He has no doubt there will be familiar faces--there always are--but he's less certain if they'll know him, the him he's become, not the him he was.

Fuck, that'll be tiresome, if not. With an internal (and, let's be honest, external) eyeroll, he sets out from his house (and it is nice that he doesn't have to find one on his own, but on the whole, not nice enough to tip the scales) on Imber to see what and who he can see and figure out what this place has for him to get into trouble with.

What? His fucking anchors are off in another world again. Trouble is what he's good at without them.

[yearrounder]

Unfortunately, it seemed, she needed to prioritize what to worry about. The problem of gods becoming mortal was indeed A Problem (capitalized for emphasis and everything), but the more immediate issue was figuring out what had gotten them here. And where the exit was.

She didn't exactly blame him for ditching the phone, though. She wasn't supposed to have one either.

"I don't know yet. It might be better to have it, but I don't know what monsters are around. But my best guess is this one will work and the ones from home won't."

[cant_take_waiting]

Genim had been walking around after needed a day to herself. Needed to just get away and go off exploring. Hell, there's no telling what could and couldn't be found. What she doesn't expect is to see a familiar figure off in the distance. No... oh no. That was not who she thought it was, it couldn't be. He'd been left in Eichen down in the depths and they hadn't been told what happened to him nor had they gone to find out. Not that she knew of anyway.

Fuck, this wasn't," -Peter." She almost forgets that he's a werewolf and could hear her no matter where in the hell she was.

Re: Peter Hale | Teen Wolf (CRAU - from Amatomnes) | Scenario 2

[hartdoctor]

Zoe had just left work and was on her way home from work, and had just crossed the bridge when she passed Peter.

She almost didn't stop, but given their arrangement on Atia, she caught the scent of aftershave... a familiarity overtook her as she turned.

"Peter?" She called out. Maybe it was one of those situations where he wouldn't remember her. She hoped not. She could use a familiar face right about now.

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis' brows furrowed at that. Then, her eyes widened.

"Please don't tell me I'm here to repopulate," Genesis looked rather insulted at the thought. "Even if I wanted to, I would be of no use."

She had better be here for more than that, if she was going to be forced to live here.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"...if so, I must say, Your Majesty, it is a most peculiar kidnapping. Certainly, there are those among us who would be quite ransomable--but others hardly seem so. For example, at least one good man was brought here from moments before his death; perhaps I am merely lacking in imagination, but I fail to see how one would hold for ransom someone believed dead. And indeed, if one could do such things, it is difficult to father whom ransom would could possibly ask."

Alric pauses just a moment, shaking his head lightly, and smiles contritely.

"I assure you, Your Majesty, I have thought similar things. It seems... improbable that we are held here for any nefarious purpose--or at least, for any conventional one--and, I'm afraid, no way home has evidenced itself, yet."

Re: Sinthia Schmidt | 3

[abyssum_invocat]

I've never been dead, her voice lilted, and she kept going, though her brows creased faintly as she wove through people. Just frozen.

When he mentioned his name, and she could feel and understand the pressure for her to give hers, Sinthia stopped and turned back, and let herself down to actually stand on the ground, smooth paved with large bricks, settling as if preparing to run. "I don't have a name," she whispered, though she didn't keep her voice soft out of any intent for deceit. It was just that she didn't talk much as it was, and loudly almost never.