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

[summerswarg]

Bran chuckled. "Not Aunt Lysa. Aunt Lyanna." His aunt had died in Robert's Rebellion, everyone knew that. And yet she was here, with Rhaegar. It made this place almost too interesting to wish to go home.

"So what's the last thing you remember?" It had been asked of him, he found not reason to ask it back.

[tallasaking]

"Aunt ... Lyanna?" But she's dead! were words that did not leave Tyrion's lips, because yes, she was dead but this was a place where the dead and the living met.

"The last thing I remember was signing an agreement with the Second Sons, in Meereen." He shrugged, "It was hot, I was uncomfortable, and there was the feeling of destiny on the air."

[summerswarg]

"Yes. She's very interesting. I'm glad I got to meet her. And Rhaegar." Because they were so famous in their family's history.

But then Tyrion completely derailed Bran's thoughts. "Meereen..." He breathed. "It sounds so exotic and wonderful. I wonder if I'll ever go there."

[tallasaking]

"... And ... Rhaegar." Rhaegar. Was here. Oh, that was just ... wonderful. He being the only Lannister here - he hoped - this was not going to turn out badly at all.

He smiled a little at the look of wonder on Bran's face. He knew he had the same look as a child. "If you do, I shall show you around the great pyramid."

[summerswarg]

Bran was lost in awe of Meereen now to care of Tyrion's safety with his uncle by marriage.

"I would love that." He smiled. "You're not bad company, for a Lannister."

[tallasaking]

Perhaps he would be given some leeway as long as he brought up that now they were technically both tied together by blood and treaty? Or at least by marriage ..

He let out a laugh at that, before he retorted, "And you are not bad company for a Stark. In fact, I think I shall proclaim you my third favorite one."

[summerswarg]

Bran gave him a look, stopping in their walk. "Only third?" He teased. "Sansa has to be your first favourite but who is your second?" His instinct told him it was either of his parents, probably his father, but he didn't want to argue or make a fool of himself. He was enjoying the conversation.

[tallasaking]

He would not flush like a damned wetnursed boy at that assessment, before he stated simply, "Your brother Jon Snow, of course. A man who claimed me friend, before I became worthy of the honor."

[summerswarg]

"I'll tell Jon that. Though I'm sure he'll just state that he's not a Stark." Which didn't bother Bran. It made him the Imp's second favourite.

He continued walking, slowly so Tyrion could keep up easily, and pondered everything that had happened. But he said nothing else. His companion would no doubt get sick of his questions.

[tallasaking]

"He shall always be a Stark in my eyes." He was a bastard who had proven his house's nobility, even if he was never claimed to the name. Still, he would have to admit that Bran was quite likeable. He reminded him a great deal of Tommen still, and his heart ached.

He was appreciative of the speed, and now he looked around to ask his own questions, "What manner of a place is this? I have never seen it's like."

[summerswarg]

"Mine too." Bran agreed. Jon was and always would be his brother.

"I'm not sure. There's five islands, like there's seven kingdoms back home. And I've heard there's a King and Queen who live on Aerilon."

[tallasaking]

Well, there you had it. Jon would always be a Stark, to his family and his friends. Tyrion nodded his agreement, then hummed softly.

"Do the King and Queen take visitors?"

[summerswarg]

Bran shrugged. "I don't know. It's never been as important as everyone else." He sounded sadder than before, less excited. "They're all trying to protect me from..." He stopped, changing the subject.

"Maybe you could ask. You're a Lord, they might see you."

[tallasaking]

He looked sharply over at Bran, and then changed the subject. "I shall have to see - why are all the women wearing such strange clothes? It barely covers them at all."

[summerswarg]

"It's not home. You can't expect everyone to act like they do in Westeros." Bran thought that part was obvious.

[tallasaking]

".... I see, so the fashion is for women to go around with less clothing." He turned around and walked backwards for a moment, "Well, I cannot say I object. At all."

[summerswarg]

Bran shrugged again. "I wouldn't know." He's still ten. Fashion doesn't interest him and neither do women he's not related to.

[tallasaking]

Small children, Tyrion. He will now be clearing his throat again. "Yes, well, what else is different here, than at home?"

[summerswarg]

Bran thinks for a bit. "The food is different. And there's a school but it teaches really boring things. I was supposed to live there but since I have family I don't need to."

[tallasaking]

"How is the food different? And what sort of things do they teach in this ... school?" Oh Bran, and you thought you had a lot of questions. Tyrion will question you directly into the ground.

[summerswarg]

"It tastes different. It has different names." Bran didn't want to touch the subject of school. "You'll find out when you need to eat. Or maybe Sansa has more answers. Or Father." Bran didn't know everything and he knew it. But if anyone knew everything, it was his father.

[tallasaking]

"I see ... well, I shall be delighted to speak to your father about everything." If Ned Stark could avoid chopping off his head first, that would be a blessing to each of the Seven Gods.

[summerswarg]

"I'll tell him when I see him next." Bran spent his nights in the different homes of his family so it was never known when he would see each of them the next time.

"Can I ask more about you?" He finally had the courage to ask his own questions rather than fail to answer any of Tyrion's own.

[tallasaking]

"Feel free, but do not be surprised if I counter the question to you in turn." He stated simply, as he looked around, mis-matched eyes trying to gather as much information as possible.

"What would you care to know?"

[summerswarg]

Bran knew exactly what he cared to know. "When was the last time you saw me?"

It seemed everyone was in the future, this man was no different. Time to find answers his family wouldn't give him.