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

[starktomboy]

It was strange that part of why Arya often sat by the water and yet felt afraid to look at it was because of her mother. She could see her dark red hair, only it was attached to a corpse. The sight may have been through Nymeria's eyes at the time but for her the experience had been painful enough to have been in person. Arya remembered the wolves pulling her body from the river. She could still hear the screams of Robb's banner men just beyond her reach as they were butchered. That single event had been a great deal of agony for her. It made her feel useless, knowing she couldn't have done anything to save them. All she'd wanted was to go home. Now, she felt as if she was somewhat home and yet it was a bitter taste of it. Winterfell was gone - burned to ashes at Theon's doing, she'd heard. No one would be there waiting should she go back now.

Tully funeral customs dictated that the lord or lady be laid to rest aboard a small boat with straw or some other flammable to make the arrow easier to ignite. She wished she could have done that for her mother. Catelyn Stark had not deserved to be treated as she'd been. Even so, she seemed completely at ease, if not terse when approaching the docks. Arya watched her, biting her lip as she fought off the urge to run to her. The first thing her lady mother would say was not to run. As it was, Catelyn Stark's youngest daughter was covered in little smudges of dirt and her brown hair was all a tangle. If Arya closed her eyes she could remember her mother refusing handmaiden's offers to tame it, choosing to do it herself. She might scold her but she had done so with care. She had often done her and Sansa's hair herself and somehow Arya had forgotten what it was to miss her mother's touch.

It hurt, and yet Arya found herself running towards her mother. Surely she'd get scolded. She wasn't even wearing a dress. Sansa had been making her clothes and letting her dress as she pleased and somehow they had all made things work. It would only complete their family to have their mother there.

"Mother!" Forget proper manners. Forget being ladylike. Catelyn's unladylike daughter rushed forward and threw her arms around her mother's torso, hugging her tight like her life depended on it. Already her eyes burned with tears. If it hadn't been for the other arrivals she would have thought this a poor joke, and yet her aunt was here and their father. The dead could come home here, she's learned.

[wintertrout]

Catelynn returned the hug, grateful beyond what words could manage to express to find Arya alive and well here. Given there had been no word of her for all this time, she had been fearing the worse and praying for the best. She'd already lost so much, she couldn't bear to lose her girls as well.

It had been why she'd done what she had prior to Robb's return to Riverrun. If there was even a chance she could get her daughters back and out of Lannister hands, she had to grasp it.

Once she finally pulled back and got a proper look at Arya, she sighed softly. "Some things never change." she said noting the wild tangled hair and the clothes. That was as close to giving a scolding she'd get for now. "How long have you been here?"

[starktomboy]

Meekly, Arya tries to rub some of the dirt out of her cheek using her sleeve. It probably made no difference. She had so much she wanted to tell her and so little she wanted to tell her too. It was the same with Father, really. She couldn't tell him all the horrible things that had happened.

"Not nearly as long as we've been away from home." The war had been some two to three years. She only knew what home looked like because she saw it in her dreams each night. She saw the courtyard with Jory Cassel and Ser Rodrick and Jon and Robb practicing while she watched with jealousy. She saw Sansa sewing by a window, the sun making her hair look like spun copper. Most importantly she saw her parents together and happy. That had been taken away by the Lannisters.