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

[tallasaking]

"It is a fair point - but one should not be connected with another. My curiosity shouldn't be something sated on something that causes you pain, even if you feel happiness later because I have stopped being curious. Otherwise, what are we but torturers of one another, and not friends?"

He followed after, his short legs waddling along. "We shall."

[darkestauthor]

Henry started walking, keeping his pace slow like he did when he was walking with Leroy and the other dwarves back home.

"Friends do not torture? No wonder can pick them." He paused for a moment, letting the quip sink in before continuing. "If you do not wish to know, do not ask in future."

[tallasaking]

"Well, so I have been given to understand. Honestly I have yet to see the truth in that." Tyrion looked over at him, before stating simply, "I can also take no for an answer, as well."

[darkestauthor]

Henry snorted and continued on. He might have been frustrated by the slow pace had he not been previously used to it. Thankfully, he hadn't long been out the door when he'd run into Tyrion.

"Here we are." He opened the door and held it open for the smaller man before closing it behind him. "And I'm not good at giving out no as an answer. Too much negativity in the word."

[tallasaking]

"Is that so? While I have spent a lifetime hearing it, and giving it to others. You must have had a much happier childhood than I did." He stated wryly, as he looked around with wide eyes. Taking in everything, exploring the room before him. The electrical lights were the first thing that drew his eye.

[darkestauthor]

Henry laughed out loud. "A happy childhood? What's that?" He was very glad his father was at work as Henry knew Neal's reaction would be pained. Henry took a seat in the living area and gestured for Tyrion to do the same, still chuckling slightly because after everything he'd been though, a happy childhood sounded ludicrous.

[tallasaking]

He looked over his shoulder at the young man, one eyebrow raising before he went to go sit down near Henry, "You are a puzzle, Henry Mills. You sound so hopeful for one who says he has tasted sorrow."

[darkestauthor]

"I would hope so. It's the only thing I bring to the table. Though, technically I would say my grandmother brings hope. My mothers and my grandfather bring magic. My father and my other grandfather bring swords. I bring...belief. And stories." It sounded so pathetic when he said it like that. But he tried the magic and it didn't work. He'd never go down that road again.

"What do you bring, Tyrion Lannister?"

[tallasaking]

"Ah, then you hold the true secrets then - for those are all wrapped up in stories." He smiled a little, before he thinks, "I bring knowledge, and wit, and ... usually some level of drunkness, but I am not sure if that is a detriment or otherwise. So I shall stick with knowledge."

[darkestauthor]

Henry inclined his head, accepting this answer. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I may have something that interests you."

He stood, heading for the door and returned a few minutes later carrying a large book and setting it on the table in front of Tyrion.

"You like knowledge? My family's history is in there, if you can read between the lines."

[tallasaking]

"A skill I am only too good with." He picked up the book, and carefully flipped to the first page. He eyed it for a moment, then looked up at Henry, "You were understating your sad childhood, I see."

[darkestauthor]

"Oh, I'm not in the book. It's how my mother was born and how my other mother tried to take revenge my grandmother while being her step mother. It's a bit of a screwed up family tree."

Henry was starting to wonder if he'd finally met someone who didn't know who his family was first. So far, everyone knew the names of Snow White, Prince Charming and Rumplestiltskin but not the real versions. It was interesting to get the reaction from someone completely unbiased.

[tallasaking]

"... Quite so, but Henry, books are like people, and they show an impression of the kind of person they are. You tell me this is your family's history - and I can see instead of the sort of loving disrepair of fondness and many hands touching this volume -- that it has been carefully preserved. Except for the binding, which I am sure falls open to your favorite spots."

He does prove Henry right as he turns over the first page, and frowns, "Who is ... Snow White?"

[darkestauthor]

Henry smiling, taking a seat beside Tyrion so they could look through the book together. If the other man did try and find Henry's favourite spot in the book, it would be a picture of a boy.

"She's my maternal grandmother. And technically my sister."

[tallasaking]

He would try it, and he would look at the boy for a long moment, before looking back at Snow White, "I come from a family of many levels of inbreeding -- but even I have problems understanding that."

[darkestauthor]

Henry grinned and flipped the book to the back page. On the inside back cover was a crudely drawn family tree with himself at the bottom. It always interested him to note how many different families seemed to be involved. Barely anyone shared a surname.

"The crosses denote dead people. And the wavy line is the important part. I was adopted as a baby."

[tallasaking]

He peered to look at it, his finger tracing over the different families, his gaze widening. "Your family tree is certainly ...complex."

[darkestauthor]

"Yup." Henry agreed. "And those are just the names I grew up with. The ones with surnames have different ones in the book." He pointed to Mary Margaret Blanchard. "She's Snow White, but I grew up knowing her as Miss Blanchard. Then we have Prince Charming, her husband. The Evil Queen, her step mother and my adoptive mother, and finally my other grandfather is known as Rumplestiltskin." He pointed to each in turn as he spoke, first to David, then Regina and finally to Mr Gold. "The very latter of those mentioned are here in Medietas."

[tallasaking]

"So ... your grandfathers are here, along with your adopted mother, who is also your ... maternal step-grandmother. Which makes this one grandfather your grandfather and your brother in law." He scratches his forehead. "Are you certain this is not incestous?"

[darkestauthor]

Henry laughed. "It does sound that way but really it isn't." It always amused me trying to explain his family tree to others.

"And no. It's just Grandpa, Dad, Mom and Belle." He pointed to Gold, Neal, Emma and Belle as he spoke. "I hope the rest of my family comes here one day. But I have my dad back so that's enough for now."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion wasn't entirely certain because his family was incestuous and this had an all too familiar ring to it. Regardless, he was now going to be peering at the others on the family tree.

"So, do you all live together in this house?"

[darkestauthor]

"No. It's just me and Dad. Grandpa and Belle have their own houses on Eurus and Mom is just down the road. You'll have your own house somewhere." He decided not to go into his own house. It was too painful for even the truth.

"What about your family?"

[tallasaking]

"Well, I look forward to having my own home, for once." Not something owned by his father, or some hovel in the ground. All his, what a delightful thought.

He paused, his sigh escaping his lips, "I am not sure you could call them my family - is your family not those who love you just as you are? My family has never been that. And they are not here."

[darkestauthor]

"You've never lived alone? But you're like thirty or something?" It wasn't tactful but Henry never did have any tact.

"Family is what you make it. Sounds like you're glad they're not here."

[tallasaking]

"Twenty almost thirty something, and in my world we all live with our families until we are wed. Sometimes even then." He sighed quietly, "I lived with my first wife for a short time - and my second wife and I were ... trapped with my family."

He smirked faintly, "Glad is something of an understatement - now who is this lovely woman?" Dark hair, dark eyes, beautiful lips ...