medietas_ooc | Test Drive

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sansa snorts a little at the image of her with a dozen orphans clinging to her skirts and it's the most unladylike noise. She composes herself and gives him a little smile, a true one.

"Well, I want them to have your nose. Now, the lights? It's something called electricity. I don't really understand it but there's a library full of more books than I've ever seen in my life. I'm sure you could find one that explained it."

There we go -- a laugh is better than anything else he could imagine. He crooks a smile at her, before he touches his poor nose. "Less the scar, I trust."

Now he is the one who is brightening, his smile growing. "There is a library? Would you escort me there - after dinner, of course."

Sansa nods quickly. "I will," she says, wiping her tears away. "Gods, you must be starved and here I am crying all over you. I'm sorry, Tyrion, let me get you something to eat."

Once she sets her mind to it, it doesn't take long to make a stew from chicken and fresh vegetables. Sansa has fresh bread and even a few lemoncakes left over from the bakery and she puts those out as well, setting the table daintily.

"Please, eat as much as you want. I have no wine, Tyrion, but I could go get some?"

"My stomach can wait for my lady wife to smile at me again." Tyrion stated simply, and moved out of her way so she could do what she needed to do. He had no idea how to help, so he simply amused her by singing old songs, like 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair'.

He seats himself, with all due manners, tucking the napkin into his lap. One corner of his mouth turned up, and he shook his head, "I have been ... lessening my intake, as of late. I shall be fine with water, if I may have some?"

"Of course you can have water," Sansa says, going to pour him a glass before settling with her own. When she sits down, she cannot help but reach across the table in hopes that he might touch her hand. He did so once, in King's Landing, and she had appreciated the comfort even if she couldn't say anything at the time.

"Is there anything else you might need?"

When a beautiful woman offers you her hand across the table, you take it. Tyrion had been many things, but he had never been an idiot. He folded his fingers around hers, rubbing his thumb along her palm as he ate slowly with the other hand.

"... I am perfectly content, as we are." And -- it was true. He had not felt this at ease in some time.

Sansa likes how it feels when he touches her hand and she wonders if he'll do it more often. She decides she'll ask him over for dinner again. That way, she can be certain he's eaten and that he's eaten well. It's what a wife is supposed to do. As to the other things a wife is supposed to do, Sansa doesn't know how to address those.

"Will you want to share a house with me? We are married, we probably should. So long as there's still room for Podrick and Arya?"

He himself is wondering if he is allowed to hold onto her hand as long as he likes, and thinking they might be stuck together for some time. Even more so, after her question. He pauses, a fork half-way to his mouth, before he asks cautiously, "Is that something you would desire?"

A wave of his free hand, "And I would never dislodge Pod or your sister."

"I would like it," Sansa says, giving him a soft smile. The smiles come easily around him and that comforts her. This is much easier than she thought it would have been.

"So long as you like it?"

At her gentle smile, his own moved up at the corners, easing his expression into something warm. "I would like it, as well."

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