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Medietas Mods ([personal profile] medietas_mods) wrote in [community profile] medietas_ooc2016-05-28 02:47 pm
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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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Re: Sheriff Stilinski | Teen Wolf | 2

[personal profile] the_healer 2016-06-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Melissa was having much the same trouble that her friend was having. When she had first woken up on the boat, she hadn't been entirely sure what was going on and that feeling wasn't getting any better. She had thought, at one time, she was getting a handle on the strange things that went on in her life but this whole issue right here took the cake. Werewolves, kanimas, kitsunes...none of it could have prepared her for floating islands.

After finding her home and then leaving again, Melissa made her way back to what she was guessing was the main island since it was floating in the middle of the other islands and it sported a rather huge castle. Not that she was going near the castle yet. No, she had decided to poke around at the different shops and the market.

She was still considering everything when a familiar form caught her attention. Turning, she blinked at the sight of her long time friend. The confusion only lasted for a second before it was replaced with elation and relief. She called out his name before she started hurrying towards him, practically running as she slipped through the crowd.
sheriffdad: (Smile 2)

Re: Sheriff Stilinski | Teen Wolf | 2

[personal profile] sheriffdad 2016-06-16 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
He heard his name and it took him a minute to realize that he knew that voice, and as he turned, he saw her. His eyes went wide and his mouth stretched into an appreciative, and respectful, but very appreciative, grin, as he moved toward her. As soon as she was in range, she was yanked off the ground in a hug. he held her close, and breathed in her scent, and only slowly let her down, feeling like his center had been restored, like he had finally found himself again.

he stared at her, grinning like a loon, as if he could memorize her features... and as if he had not already done so. He became very aware his hands were still on her shoulders, and he flushed, bright red, as he took a long breath. "M-Melissa. It's good to see you." And, well, if his voice was a little hoarse, maybe just maybe he had realized how much, even back home, he had missed her.

"Ah, how long have you been here?" He felt flustered, and as if his axis had somehow shifted, in a way that felt eerily familiar, and yet, not something he could lay his finger on.