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!

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[derek_morgan]

So many frequented the docks when new ships came in, watching for anyone they might know to possibly arrive. Derek had never been one of them. It wasn't for lack of people that he might know but the naive concept of that maybe if he didn't look, no one he cared about would be stuck in this world with him.

As far as places to be stuck in, Medietas wasn't half bad. He'd seen and experienced worse crime. Living conditions were more than adequate. Derek wasn't happy but it had little to do with the islands or even being abducted. A part of him had been hollowed out before his arrival. Almost two months had passed since the involuntary relocation and his heart continued heavy over the loss of his partner. Friend.

Emily was more than either description but he didn't realize that until after losing her. A few of his current co-workers knew a bit of the burden he carried but only his partner knew the whole truth, and that had only been the case because of a nightmare involving the final minutes with the brunette had stirred Derek from sleep at said partner's couch. It was his first thought at seeing Prentiss in the distance--wishing Nick was there to tell him it wasn't some hallucination.

People had hallucinated from the rabbit bites. Maybe Derek had missed some kind of... something. He swallowed thickly only to find his mouth completely dry. Color drained from his face and he could swear his heart stopped. Everything was silent around him as he walked toward the woman who turned away just as he had seen her face. He couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. Not without confirmation. He heard her speak and felt himself trembling.

"It...it can't be," he hoarsely uttered, his voice filled with all the emotion overwhelming him. If sight and sound wasn't enough, Derek had been downwind and caught her scent as his eyes searched for her to turn around again. "Emily."

[needstoknow]

She'd left without a word, leaving the briefing when everyone's attention had been elsewhere. As much as she hated to admit it, but she knew Ian. Knew what he was capable of, and knew what he had been up to. Emily didn't doubt that he would stick to what he had said; if she warned her team or told anyone, he would kill them. It wasn't something that she had wanted to drag everyone else in to as he had made that clear. And she had made it clear that the only thing that mattered to her was her own life- even if that hadn't been the truth. It had been taken to his turf, and while the situation had not gone as planned with the car, she had used what had come up, and while she had been stalling for time, Emily had no idea how it had gone from that position to this one.

She'd ran through the obvious list of choices, ticking each one off, until all that was left was the impossible. No one had been able to provide her with a better answer as to what had happened and the first night had been a restless one, although who could blame her. A strange place, knowing that Doyle might be out there... Mentally going over each and every detail again and again as the minutes had clicked away. She had needed to be doing something though, not just sitting there in the house that had been provided to her, passing the hours in thought.

Yet while there was a part of Emily that did still expect Ian to show up, saying hello love in a way that was anything but loving, when her name was spoken, she knew it wasn't him. Her head jerked, surprise and confusion written across her face as her mouth opened, although slowly closed. Derek. It was all there, flooding back, already so close to the surface. Emily knew that she had been off and that they had all felt it, yet she had brushed it off. In the end, she had left- left them all in an effort to protect them. "How- when- You're here?"

[derek_morgan]

"You're alive?!" His voice cracked. The two word spoken weren't any kind of answer to her question but maybe his watery eyes and strained voice gave away that they weren't coming from the same time. Derek watched her in shock. He wanted to touch her yet feared she was a dream. She was in his almost every night. They weren't all nightmares, sometimes old happy memories resurfaced or an alternate ending to what he last experienced. "Is it really you?"

Maybe he was poisoned somehow the way those attacked by the rabbits hallucinated. Derek swallowed thickly, analyzing every bit of her face. He managed to form the words to answer her question. "I've been here almost two months. Right after leaving the hospital Doyle put you in. JJ said you never made it off the table. How--" The question died in his throat. He couldn't give any of that voice with Emily standing in front of him.

[needstoknow]

The question clearly took her back, as of course she was alive- or so far anyway. What had happened to get her to this place, she didn't know, but Emily was fairly certain she would have remembered dying. No, Ian had had her as she had made a mistake, thinking he had gotten in to the car. Thankfully the vest had saved her from the gunshots to the chest, but that was all. Now it was trying to bide her time and work out a plan for escape.

She had left, yes, but surely they wouldn't have thought she was dead. Unless someone had told them otherwise? Yet even then, Emily doubted that they would just accept her death without hard evidence to the otherwise. But, how else was she supposed to answer the question about her being alive but with, "I am..."

There was a questioning in her eyes as her face remained concerned. But, when he spoke again... Two months? It had not been two months since the last time that Emily had seen him. She could remember Hotch starting to speak, remembered looking to all their faces, before turning around and leaving. She had no explanation for his questions though but simply shook her head. "That- I don't know what you're talking about. Doyle... I was his captive, but he hadn't hurt me."

Too bad, anyway. "I just saw you, Morgan. Not that long ago. I know he hasn't had me two months."

[derek_morgan]

It seemed they were going back and forth with a shaking of their heads. Derek was overwhelmed with feelings to where standing rigid was almost a form of keeping everything in. He stepped closer, still afraid that he might be having some kind of episode. "Emily, I held your hands in that basement. You told me to let you go and I wouldn't. Didn't. All the way until they took you in for surgery."

While he had developed affection and some trust with a few on the islands, he hadn't given any of those memories a voice--ever. This was the first. Doing so was pulling at the seam that held everything together. "He didn't have you for two months. You've been..." Derek couldn't finish that statement. Neither could he just stand there any longer. His strong arms enveloped the partner and friend he thought he lost.

"I was so angry that you didn't trust me how I trusted you but I understood in the end. I know what you did for Declan. I was so proud of you, Emily. If I'd just been a minute faster..." Morgan no longer cared if he was having a mental breakdown. The person he held felt real. He hadn't wanted to let go of Prentiss and maybe even had an irrational thought inside that if he never had, she would have lived.

He didn't understand how this island worked but he was grateful to it at the moment. The emptiness inside him was gone. In its place was some anxiety that he was experiencing some kind of hallucination and this wasn't real but the hell if it didn't give him some peace for the time being. All of his senses that were familiar with her told him she was real. Emily Prentiss was alive and hadn't left him. For once, he hadn't lost someone close to him.

[needstoknow]

Her eyes glanced up to him, still not comprehending. It had been a basement, but Ian hadn't done anything that had been life threatening. She would remember that, wouldn't she? She remembered the tattoo, which still throbbed on her chest, and the bumps and bruises that had come along his treatment of her. She knew it was something that if she hadn't done anything, that he would have, which was why Emily had taken the fight to him. She wasn't going to let anyone else die because of her, just as he had killed all those families before.

Yet the world seemed to slow to a halt. To pause. There was no recollection of any of it, and if he was saying she was dead... Was he? How was she here? How was he here? None of it made any sense, which had Emily thinking that something within her had snapped, gone off, was no longer based in reality. But then his arms where there. Strong and real and the world seemed to move again, even if things still didn't become any clearer.

Emily knew that as much as she had shared over the years, it was one thing that she never had. Not a word in passing, not a mention. Even when it had started to come crashing down, she knew that she couldn't turn to them, as turning to them would put them in the crosshairs and she would never have been able to live with herself if anything had happened to them. Yet he knew then? Knew about Declan. She knew her own identity and role in the mission would have come out, knew that they would have come to her side, knew that Ian wasn't someone who you messed around with.

"I-" And yet she was at a loss for words. She had gone under the assumption that it might be her last days on Earth, but Emily hadn't been willing to go down without a fight. There were things that she clearly would never get to say, if what Derek was telling her was true. "I am sorry."

Three small words. Not worth too much in the grand scheme of things, but the weight and the emotion behind them were clear. She had never meant to hurt them- to hurt any of them- but it it was between that and keeping them safe, she would have taken the latter.

[derek_morgan]

He held her probably longer than he should have. There had been so many things Derek wanted to say in the passing months that he thought he'd lost the opportunity to tell her. Not that he'd blurt them out now. Emily was shaken up. He needed to get a hold of himself and make some attempt at being her rock. She knew his darkest secret but never changed how she treated him. Returning that sentiment was the least he could do.

"Sorry? What are you sorry about? You're alive! I'm not gonna have you apologizin'," he teased with one last squeeze before letting go. Derek quickly used the back of his wrist to wipe away any moisture that might have escaped his eyes. He gave her his brightest smile yet found himself unable to fully stop touching Emily, a hand at her lower back. He moved to a side rather than pulling completely apart. "It's really you."

He couldn't help that last part. There was a light in his eyes that no one had yet seen in Medietas because he arrived a broken man who had lost someone near and dear. Not one day passed that he didn't think of Emily, didn't think that had he been given just half a minute--she might have lived. He missed the team as a whole but after losing Prentiss, Derek couldn't help but feel maybe they were better off without him. He'd fail them the way he failed Emily, Elle and his father.

Now the tide was changing. Never mind that Derek had no clue how to leave Medietas. While being unsure about returning home, he still had collected as much information as possible on the islands. A little switch flipped inside as the recollection of people disappearing on the islands came to mind and the hand at the small of her back suddenly became more pronounce than the light touch. That would be just his luck; find Prentiss and lose her all over again.

Maybe he needed to come clean sooner than later.

[needstoknow]

Maybe he did, but Emily didn't notice. Considering there was a part of her that had come to the realization that she would never talk with them again, never share jokes, never tease them about the silly things that they did... The hug could have gone on for eternity. Yet there was that soft breath that was exhaled, the tension leaving from her shoulders. She knew they would have helped had she asked, but had also known the cost.

It was a choked laugh that came as she shook her head, gaze dropping down. It was more than she deserved. Emily had made her choice, but she also knew the cost that that choice would have. She had been sworn to secrecy and truthfully had never thought that any of it would come to light. Ian had been caught and put behind bars- or was supposed to have been. Even then, her cover had been good, because Lauren Reynolds had died. Yet she could never have guessed that it would all come back.

"It is. Really." She couldn't explain how it was happening, although a place with flying ships was strange enough to have had Emily thinking plenty of things. That she was out of her mind. That it was an illusion. Any number of other things. Although it was her turn to blink as her gaze slowly rose back up, keeping those tears at bay, because really, she should be apologizing.

And if she was dead... The possibility and the reality of it were two different things. She took another deep breath, holding it again, before letting it out. If she was, then she was, and while there was still so much more that she wanted to do, life was what it was. "Looking pretty good for a dead person, aren't I?"

Her own attempt at humour, perhaps deflection, because it was a lot to take in. Even for her. They were words that were mirrored back to Declan although he wouldn't know that. "But, how long have you been here? The others? Are they...?"

the embarrasing moment when you thought you posted a comment and didn't...

[derek_morgan]

Derek could only chuckle at her boast. He shook his head and fought the urge to want to hug her again. Instead, his hand fell away while a voice inside screamed to hold on. Emily there was just too good to be true. He swallowed thickly but kept a smile on his face. A small, closed lip smile that was smitten which could easily be confused with a grin a person might have at running into a close friend. ...Or at least he kept telling himself that.

"Still two months," he teased her lightly and found his arm coming lightly around her shoulders. Her repeat question was as good a sign as any to return physical contact. "But no. You're the first face from home I've seen." His expression didn't change at his answer. Between relief at seeing her alive and being stuck with no idea how to get back--not wanting to wish that on their friends, Emily hopefully understood why Derek answered her simply. "How long have you been around?"

Always a profiler. Nothing Emily said had given him an indication she had just arrived. Derek wasn't sure how they had missed one another but all that mattered now was that they had found each other. He didn't second guess the arm that wrapped around her. It was in his nature to do with people he cared about. A part of him might have been self-conscious about it in the past with Prentiss because of feelings he didn't want to give voice to. Losing her changed all that.

i would never have known!

[needstoknow]

Her mind was both too active and not active enough. Like a gerbil in a wheel, it was turning, but it didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Everything that had been talked about before had more or less fled her mind at the news he had given her. While Emily knew that their job had risks on a daily basis, to actually be confronted with the news that it had happened... All of this was hard to wrap her head around to begin with, and that had only added icing to the cake. It wasn't every day that someone told you that you were dead without actually being dead. Not unless it was like those pictures that Emily had staged.

He had said that, hadn't he? She tried to focus, to keep her thoughts centralized, but she was finding it harder to do so. There might have been a sheepish hint to her expression, as if she had been caught, but it lasted for only a minute. In a way, she was both good and bad at fitting in to new places. Traveling around a lot as a child had forced her to try to fit in, although every time that she seemed to actually start to do so, her mother would move them again. She was also good at compacting information, of not letting it show. At least most of the time. It had been just recently when she had ended up throwing up a little on her shoes.

Her eyes sought his out at that answer, wondering what it would feel like... She wasn't a zombie, at least she didn't want to eat brains and didn't feel like one- although scratch that. Emily couldn't say that she was at the top of her game, but it would pass. She kept telling herself that anyway. Yet there was no questioning his actions, assuming that with everything he had gone through, there was that part that wanted to guarantee that she was alive and real and not some figment of his imagination.

"Not that long. It is my fourth day." She hadn't been up to too much those first three days, still reeling from everything that had transpired before coming here. A part of her still expecting Doyle to walk through the door at any minute. She had slept only when her body had called for it, and not in the bed, but in the strategically placed chair. But she had needed to do something, to get some sense of normality back to her life.