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

[littlexfinger]

The first blow to the knee knocks him sideways, and the second one knocks him to the ground in a tangle of fabric. His arms move up to defend his head, which leaves other parts unprotected and vulnerable to the pipe in Tyrion's hands. He waits for the blows to stop, then straightens himself up (while still seated on the ground; he doesn't trust his knees to hold his weight at the moment) and dusts himself off.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and when his reply comes it's measured, precise, betraying no emotions. He won't give this little man the satisfaction of knowing how much pain he inflicted.

"Doesn't a man even get a chance to defend himself?"

He doesn't even know from what. Things were definitely not in this state between him and Tyrion when he set out for the Eyrie.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion swung the pipe up to his shoulder, before he gave Littlefinger the sort of smile that was all his father, a little of his sister, and altogether too sharp to be considered anything less than a threat.

"In the court of opinion? Where you would try to weasel yourself out? Oh Littlefinger, I thought better of you than that." His gaze is all acid, "Especially since I am more than certain that you set me up for murder. That you kidnapped my wife, and if I could put together enough of the pieces ... that you are an opportunist who is looking at the same board I have -- but has no compulsion whatsoever of getting innocent people killed to further their ambitions."

Now his smile was so sharp it might have cut Littlefinger if he inhaled incorrectly. "Of course, let's not forget that you gave my wife to Ramsay Bolton. Ramsay Bolton."

[littlexfinger]

Oh. Well. He understood some of that, at least. "I never named you to anyone as perpetrator of anything. If they came to that conclusion, they did it of their own accord." It's not his fault that people drew the conclusions that they did. They could just as easily have suspected someone else.

"As for the rest of your accusations, I know nothing of your wife or Ramsay Bolton." He doesn't like admitting that he doesn't know something, but in this case, it just might save his skin.

[tallasaking]

"Where did they get my knife, Lord Baelish?" Tyrion asked softly, so quiet and so sharp. He paused for a moment, and then arched an eyebrow. "And now ... you are telling me, that you do not remember. So either you want me to break your other leg, or you haven't made that particularly life-threatening mistake."

[littlexfinger]

"It wasn't your knife. Misremembering details when recounting them later is not a crime." Neither is muddying the waters. He makes a point of tying up whatever loose ends he can. He prefers his head on his shoulders.

"Is it something you claim I did after leaving for the Eyrie? That's where I was headed before I arrived here instead."