medietas_ooc | Test Drive

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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!

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Tyrion let go of the sleeve of the man he had asked for information - immediately wary when the other spun around so quickly. He had been nearly caught out and assassinated for less, if not for loyal Pod ...

"Pod!" Real joy infused his scarred and bearded face, before he took the other man's hand and clasped it tightly. "I thank them just as fervently to see you alive, my boy!"

Another pause, before he snorted, "They have tried to make me otherwise. They have failed." He eyed all the weaponry that Podrick was wearing, "It seems they have also tried to take you from the mortal coil. What are you now, a one man army? Bronn would be proud."

Podrick shook his hand enthusiastically, and grinned widely.

"Good. Good. Many of our people have shown up here, but none of your family, yet... save, er... your wife, milord." He swallowed.

"I feared, when I heard you were gone from King's Landing that you had been killed. And a few things have tried both there and here. I'm still learning, but I'm slowly getting better, sir." He smiled, flushing red.

Lord Tyrion was here! This was good! He was pretty sure this was good.

"I happen to know the best tavern on the islands, milord, if you want a drink?"

He smiled in turn, because by the Seven, it was good to see this boy again. Yet, no longer a boy. A man grown.

"Well, I am delighted to know that everyone I like is here - and all that I dislike are a world away ... " He trailed off, before his eyebrows rose together, "Sansa? Is she all right? Has she been hurt?"

He'd slaughter any man who laid a hand on her, he swore it ... "Oh, trust me, Pod. The day I die will be the day that my sister has my head on display in the courtyard of the Red Keep. Since she's still trying to slaughter every unfortunate dwarf from here to Braavosi -- I live, I breath, I shall pay her back in kind."

It was good - although Tyrion was not sure how good.

"...I would love nothing more than to bury myself in a bottle. Or three. But one glass, with some water, while you tell me of your time here, and what you have come to learn." He took a moment, before adding, "And tell me of my lady wife."

Podrick hesitated. "Things happened after you left. We should best get to a place to sit, and I will tell you the whole story, milord, as I know it." And he dreaded that. He knew his lord had a heart none knew well, and that he had cared for Sansa, maybe still did.

"But here, she is come into her own ser. She has taken charge of her life, and has friends. And. Ah... her father is here." Hence his asking about the dead. he started leading the way forward.

Something in Tyrion's expression tightened, became colder and harder. "Yes, I believe we should, Pod."

For he was right -- Tyrion did care for Sansa. Whether or not she cared for him was still in question, but his feelings of wanting to protect her, of wanting her, had not.

Relief splashed away some of the dangerous undertones of his expression. "Is that so? Then I am doubly glad - even if Eddard Stark seeks my head."

"More and more of the family keep showing up here. I'm beginning to wonder if Westeros isn't going to take over the entire islands." He chuckled, then slowed for a second.

"Ned's sister Lyanna, is here, as well as her... well... as well as Rhaegar... and Daanerys."

He paused. "She has a dragon with her." Which freaked him out to some degree. He had no idea how to handle dragons.

"Ah... I've been training some, in hand to hand and weapons. Trying to be better."

"If it does, all I can hope for is no more Lannisters. Well, besides Tommen and Myrcella. They I would welcome with open arms."

He stilled at all those names, his eyes shifted up to look at Pod. "I am both terrified and relieved at the same time." Another pause, as his eyes glinted, "... and now intrigued."

"And how do those studies go?"

"Yes sir. With respects, I think we all wish that." Podrick said his prayers every night, and included that in them. One prayer had been answered and he could hope the others would be too.

"Yessir. I thought you might be. Both of those things. All of them."

He shook his head.

"Slowly sir. I feel like I have two left feet I've also gained a few more inches since I arrived, so I keep having to get new clothing." And if he was babbling, well, he was very, very happy to see this man, the one he respected most of all he had ever known.

Ahead, he saw the tavern, the Roadhouse sign clear, and the blue door in their sights. "There!"

Tyrion smiles at that, and claps Podrick's elbow gently, "You're a good man, Pod. Always have been, always will be."

He quirks a smile at Pod at his last comment, "Let us just say that I see much opportunity here, if I can dance fast enough for the Dragon's fiddles."

He walks along as best he can, nodding his head. As this was once his squire - well - he's glad to hear he's coming along so well. "You'll be tall as a tree soon, my lad. But all the better to become a great - and intelligent - warrior."

He looked up at the sign, his gaze brightening, "Is there wine?"

"I don't know about good, but I am trying." He led the way into the tavern and to a table, then waved for a waitress, and ordered a wine he knew was good, as well as water and chicken fingers. "They have a lot of wines, but none from home. I fear you'll have to relearn what you like, here, sir."

He sat back then, and rubbed his face. "A lot has happened since I saw you last."

Both of his eyebrows raised - at the order and the instruction. He pressed his lips together, but nodded. "I have learned how to adjust in many ways, Pod, since we parted. No worries about my tastes."

He stroked his beard thoughtfully, "Start at the beginning."

"Yes, sir." He sighed and ordered his thoughts, then began.

"After leaving your cell, milord, Ser Jamie led me outside, and along the way, Bronn joined us. They both escorted me to where Lady Ser Brienne of Tarth was preparing a journey. She was being sent out by Ser Jamie to find the Stark girls and protect them, something he had promised their mother he would do. He presented me to Lady Ser Brienne and I became her squire. She was not... happy about that, but she treated me well, and instructed me, as we traveled." His words were quiet, but spoken without hesitation. He had seen the corruption and darkness in King's Landing, and while he had hated failing Tyrion, and leaving him behind, he had nonetheless been glad to be out of that city..

"Eventually, we did find Lady Sansa, but she was in the escort of Ser Littlefinger, and would not come away with us. When we followed them, for Ser Lady Brienne was not too trusting of his intentions, we found that he had somehow schemed to hand her over to the Boltons, and we were unable to stop her from being taken to Winterfell, which they now held." He paused and rubbed his face again, thinking. Then he went on.

"We... had second hand words from stuff who served there, who were in favor of her, and who would spy for us. And we waited, for a chance to get her out, for some hope. And then Lord Stannis arrived, and started to set siege to the place, and Ser Lady Brienne had... she had history and a grudge against Lord Baratheon, and she went, and killed him."

He swallowed. "And then i woke up here, and Lady Sansa was here, as well, and she swore me to be her sworn sword, which mostly, here, is me being her friend."

Tyrion listened to all of this, one finger resting against his cheek in a manner that would be familiar to Podrick. It was when he was assessing all of the information before him without making comment or judgement. His eyes did narrow slightly at what Jaime had brought about, he did not think his brother capable of such honor.

Or is that what you are trying to recapture, Kingslayer? If he wanted that, he should have closed his legs to Cersei long ago...

The wine arrived, and he asked for another glass, eying it for a moment before liberally mixing in water with wine. Sipping, as Podrick finished his tale.

"And you two have seen no sign of Ser Lady Brienne since then?"

"I have not, and I think Lady Sansa would have told me if she had." He rubbed his face, a new thing he had started doing.

"Hopefully she is safe." He worried about her. He worried about all of them. Then he grinned as he looked at Tyrion. "I am very glad you are here, milord." Very, very glad.

Tyrion smiled around his glass, before dipping into a faint bow. "I am glad to be here with you as well, Pod. I feel like I might just be needed here. In more ways than one.

"What else have you learned here?"

"I have learned of weapons of a kind not known to our world, or at least not anything I know, which is to say... they could exist." He shrugged, smiling, acknowledging he knew little about the greater world.

"I have learned of ice cream, and of fashions of dress and customs I again do not know of, not before here, anyway. I have learned some of fighting from different teachers, and how to make a drink called a bloody mary. And of efforts to escape, not successful, of strange monsters called bunny monsters, and of giant monsters who can be heroes called werewolves. And..." He paused here, and went pink to his ears.

"And I have fallen in love, Lord Tyrion."

Tyrion's gaze narrowed thoughtfully - he would have to look into those. He quirked a faint smile, "I am sure they do, and you shall train on them, the great warrior that you shall be."

Ice cream, clothes, different kinds of fighting, drinks, you could not escape, and there were ... rabbit monsters? And werewolves.

Yes, he was definitely going to put in a trip to their library - wait, what?

A smile unexpectedly burst across his face, "No, you, Podrick? Who is the fortunate lady?"

Podrick blushed harder, and smiled. "I am the fortunate one, milord, and her name is Allison Argent. She is a woman of a different world and time, a warrior, and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

Podrick didn't feel her was exaggerating at all. He had known, and now knew, many beautiful women, but Allison put them all to shame.

He nods his head at the name, one corner of his mouth lifting upwards. "She sounds truly formidable, and lovely besides. I am happy for you, Pod. You deserve happiness."

Seven knows he couldn't have been happy serving a runt like him all his life. "You shall have to introduce us."

"Thank you, milord." Podrick grinned at Tyrion, happy he was happy. "I will. As soon as I can talk to her." He glanced around to check if she was on today, though he was sure she was not.

"We all get houses, each to ourselves, through, as sworn sword, I moved in with Lady Sansa, to a spare room there. It seemed the right thing to do." He had no idea, really, because, well, this place was way outside his experience. "And I find I like being a tailor as much as a sword. Much fewer people trying to kill us here.' He might have said that before, but... well, it seemed it was something on his mind.

The chicken fingers came, and he grinned. "Breaded chicken, milord, with a different sauce, something like country sauces I have tasted." It was ranch, but Podrick had never asked.

Tyrion sipped his wine again, looking at the young man before him. Young man - when Pod had come to him he had been a callow boy. Now look at him. Still warm, still open, but responsibility sat well on his shoulders.

"Yes, I've heard that in the brochure ... they must be rather small houses? Like well placed cottages, and the like." Nothing like Casterly Rock, or King's Landing. "And what other position might there be here? I cannot see myself as a tailor, unfortunately. Even if there are fewer people here trying to kill us."

He eyed the chicken, with it's breaded covering, but -- when in Medietas. He took one, and broke off a piece on his plate, chewing on it thoughtfully. "...Rather good, this. I like the way it crunches."

"Compared to some of the places we've slept, yes, milord." Podrick had never had such a space to himself though.

As to a position for Tyrion, Podrick swallowed. "I... do not know. There are many jobs available, but... frankly milord, I do not know what your skills are, outside of smarts and inspiration. It is possible that someone smarter than i and more conversant with the way jobs like those here work could help you, but I will do my best to assist you."

Podrick nodded. "There are many goods here that are like and yet unlike our own, and not all bad, but not all good, either."

"That is true ... we have slept in some very shoddy environments." Tyrion rubbed his beard thoughtfully, "And it would be delightful to have my own space, I must admit."

"Well, I suppose I shall simply have to go searching on my own. No worries, Podrick. I do not want to disrupt your life anymore than I already have."

He broke off another piece of chicken. "What is worse?"

"Milord, it is my pleasure to help you." He worked to speak, to overcome his natural urge to shut up and finally did. And his words echoed with the past. "There has never been a more true Lord." he meant it with a fierceness that shows in eye and voice.

Then he ducked his head and nodded.

"It is possible the Lady Sansa or one of her friends might have an answer I lack." He smiled at that.

And then grimaced "Fake blood pudding. With food coloring, milord."

He paused at that, his gaze quieting, searching the younger man's face, before he nodded quietly. "One day, Pod, when I am a Lord, you shall be the first Knight I put forth. You've more than earned it, with your loyalty."

He smiled slowly, before he nodded his head.

"I am sure she will. She's quite adapt at ... adapting." Not to mention surviving.

Watch as Tyrion's expression curls into disgust. "... why would they ever...?"

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