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

[thewanderer]

"Most people don't expect to see me anywhere, but in this case I think you've got the better of me. We haven't met before." Rhys doesn't make it a question, he's certain he'd remember hair that red and eyes that green, though it does tickle something far back in his mind. He rolls a cherry over the back of his fingers and catches it again with a flip of his hand, then pops it into his mouth as well.

[crowschild]

He opened his mouth and then shut it again, trying to figure this one out. Memory loss?

"We have! You're an old family friend. You've been bothering us McCallums since the very beginning! At least that's what the stories say. And even more once we started making our whiskey. You helped Kale out of a coma when he was eight after he touched the Watchers and they overwhelmed his psychometecy!"

His accent obviously places him from Eire so he doesn't even bother saying that's where he's from.

[thewanderer]

"The Watchers? Those stones in Ireland?" He was familiar with them, of course- the walls between worlds were weak there and their spirits were very helpful for traveling between Realms, but he'd never heard of a family named McCallum having anything to do with them. He'd say that Rory must be mistaken, but he is sure he isn't. There's just something a bit sideways going on here.

[crowschild]

"... Eire. Yeah. About a half hour or so outside of Blackthorn." He nodded rapidly.

Very sideways going on here. Though, Rory's not exactly sure what.

[thewanderer]

"Hmmm." Rhys tosses Rory a cherry absent-mindedly, turning the question of what, exactly, was going on around here. "What bargains did I make to help this boy of yours?" Perhaps forgetting about them had been part of the price.

[crowschild]

Just as absent-minded Rory caught the cherry and ate it.

"I don't know. I was thirteen at the time. Mum kept us out. There was some old fey in his mind and you convinced him to let Kale go. I think. Kale doesn't really remember either." Though he added because he couldn't really help it.

"He ended up with a mad crush on you."

You needed to tease and embarrass family, even if they weren't around.

[thewanderer]

"Not an uncommon side-effect." Rhys's chuckle is irrepressible, inviting everyone in hearing distance to laugh along with him. He sobers quickly, leaning forward and toying with another cherry. "But I still don't remember a damned thing of this and if the fey were possessing people I'd be having stern words with them. I think we must be gazing from different sides of a mirror, as it were."

[crowschild]

He did laugh a little. "It wasn't an actual fey. Just the remnant of one who worked the stones. An echo of their mind that got imprinted."

Rhys's next words though make him stop on his Kale ramble and tilt his head. "Oh? What do you mean?"

[thewanderer]

"I don't think we're from the same world, lad." Rhys closes the bag of cherries and puts it back in his pack, wiping his lips on a handkerchief of dubious cleanliness. "I'd guess we're close, but separated by at least one Realm."

[crowschild]

Reasonably, it takes Rory a moment to process this. Realm theory is more Maeve and Grady's territory than his.

"Ah. Okay. I think I got it. There's no McCallums where you're from, I guess."

Which is a really weird thing to think.

[thewanderer]

"None that I know. I'm pretty sure there are people with that name somewhere in Ireland, but I've not had dealings with them. Sorry." It's the kind of sorry you give when something isn't your fault and you can't really do anything about it but you do feel a little bad.

[crowschild]

"Oh. Yeah. I'm sure. It's just... weird. Because without us there wouldn't be an Eire... or Ireland. The Morrigan charged us with keeping it safe. It's like learning you can have a chocolate cake without chocolate." He bit his lip lightly, wondering if he should ask about the Daly's or others like Sammeth's family. But he didn't know if he wanted to learn they weren't there as he knew them.

[thewanderer]

"I believe that's called carob, and it's pretty terrible." Rhys cracks his back and then stands up, coming over to rest a hand on Rory's shoulder. "I've no doubt you've done a grand job with the Morrigan's duty. Ireland has different protectors in my world, and it's as safe there as you keep yours."

[crowschild]

"Adian hates having to work with it." He shook his head in bemusement. "We kinda have to. She's the founder of our line. You don't piss off mum. Especially one like her."

Then, because Morbid Curiosity. "What sort of protectors does Eir... Ireland have?"

[thewanderer]

"You're... the Morrigan's children?" Yeah, that's definitely ringing a bell or two, somewhere far down. "Mac Caelum?"

"Oh, there's a family or two that's guarding the byways and passages, knowing the old bargains. I haven't checked on them in a while, but it's still there so they're doing all right." He's been across the ocean, so it's kind of hard to keep an eye on everything like he used to.

[crowschild]

And now he brightened. "Yeah! We're Caelum's direct descendants.You know of him?"

There's a hesitation as if wondering if he should mention the Clutching Grove, but ultimately he decided against it. This wasn't his Rhys after all. If the McCallums didn't exist then the Grove probably didn't either.

[thewanderer]

"The Morrigan and Caelum and their people left our world long ago, travelling through the Watchers after they were defeated in battle here." Rhys shakes his head a bit. "I haven't thought of that in ages, everything's all dusty in the back of my mind."

[crowschild]

"....they're from your world?"

There'd been stories about how the Morrigan and her family and the others came from another world. They'd been passed down over the generations. But they had no way to confirm it. No one who might have known ever said so. No records remained from the time.

But there were stories of a battle lost and becoming refuges and traveling the cosmic web.

"I mean... we've heard stories... about it. But never any concrete proof. Caelum..."

[thewanderer]

"Well, now you have something to share when you go back home." Rhys looks amused at the level of stupefaction on Rory's face right now. "But it sounds like that. I'm glad to hear that they settled safely. Travelling the Realms is a risky proposition, especially in numbers like that, but they didn't care to ask my advice on it."

[crowschild]

"Yeah. They did. They're stuck there. Well... actually, now I'm curious... since our worlds are apparently connected." He hesitated. "Have you heard of the Clutching Grove?"

[thewanderer]

Rhys tilts his head and then nods slightly, sharply, quite the contrast to his incredibly lazy persona up until now, the amusement entirely vanished. "If I have heard of something by that name, it's only as a story that doesn't need to be retold."

[crowschild]

"I'll tell you this then. It's not a story. Though, I'm sure it's as bad or worse as the stories say." A shadow crossed his own face that had been previously just as lazy, if bewildered.

[thewanderer]

Rhys frowns, his whole demeanour shifting into something that borders on intimidating. "It's. A. Story. One that has no place here and doesn't need to be elaborated on further."

He knows as well as Rory that it's not, but pulling the spectre of the Clutching Grove into somewhere that seems to be untouched by it seems like a deeply bad idea to him. He shakes his head, the smile returning. "Let's talk of better things. What's magic in this world of yours like, then?"

[crowschild]

"Oh, don't worry. I'm quite happy to drop it."

There's only two of them on the island - three now - that know of the grove. Best to keep it that way.

"What's it like...? Hm... everyone has it. We all have our knacks. I'm a seventh son of a seventh son so I'm Lucky. We get it from our gods though. We worship them and in return they give us magic. Symbiotic relationship."

[thewanderer]

"Everyone? That must be... interesting." Rhys couldn't imagine everyone bargaining with the spirits all the time, but it sounded like it was a more streamlined system. "We haven't got gods of that sort at home, but we do have spirits that we deal with."