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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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[Canon is either Mutanthood crau+DoFP or post Apocalypse movie, please let me know what you prefer!]

Being confused was an understatement. Then again, that seemed to be the story of his life as of late. Arriving at a bunch of floating islands on a floating ship seemed like another bad trip, but one that was slightly more fascinating and intriguing than being visited by a mutant who was from a future that was near to ending if they didn't do certain things in present day.

Okay, maybe that was a little more confusing than this.

His starter home was on Imber and a day after he arrived, Charles wheeled himself around to get familiarized.

[I'll take the CRAU please ]

Zoe was just leaving home, it was her day off, and she was going to enjoy it. She still didn't have all of island issues worked out, but she figured it was slow going, on a good day.

She was lucky though, to have friends here who knew what she might be going through, between that and work she was settling in. She was headed down a path towards the Ferry when she spotted a man she hadn't seen before wheeling around.

"Excuse me? Are you lost?" She asked, as she fell into step with him.

The Iron Bull had been on the islands and settled in long enough to know his way around pretty well these days. He didn't worry about getting lost but there was still a lot to figure out. Things that people called modern and what not. Things they found important.

That was why he was poking through the different stalls at the market and then heading on to the different shops. People still eyed him somewhat warily as he walked around but he ignored it. He was used to people staring at him like they didn't know what to make of him and he figured that was going to happen to him a lot more here on the different islands. So far, he hadn't seen any other Qunari around and there was only a handful of people who knew what he was. So he understood the looks that he got and sometimes he returned them with a bit of a smirk but he didn't really stop.

Not unless he wanted to stop which he did now and then. He could be found standing in front of the odd store here and there, studying the window display and what laid beyond.

It had taken the locals here about 5 seconds to stick him in school. Actually, from the looks of it, everything had been planned for before his arrival. Which was creepy on so many levels. And Will knows creepy. He's a demigod. Creepy, craptastic things just happen to him. Part of him wonders how long it will take him this time to get kicked out of school. Or run away. Or whatever else will happen. Because something will happen.

Somehow he didn't think they'd accept a doctors note that he really didn't need to be in school because a gorgon or something like it would probably kill him before he reached twenty.Yeah, didn't think so.

So, Will was wandering around. With any luck maybe he wasn't the only demigod captured here. Or, perhaps it was luckier if he was?

Edited 2016-05-29 00:00 (UTC)

Draco wasn't unfamiliar with this whole thing, but being dragged alone to a new place was just slightly disconcerting. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant for him, but he wasn't wholly fond of it. He'd been there a day or so, but he hadn't really been that interested in getting to know anyone. Or getting a job. Or honestly doing much, though he knew that wasn't exactly possible. All these places expected you to just settle in and live life. He'd been doing that, thank you very much.

Honestly, once the initial realisation that he was by himself there had sunk in, the wizard mostly just realised that he was angry.

But even so, he decided to acquaint himself with the place too, meandering the various islands in a bit of a huff, probably dissuading most people from ever talking to him. Sometimes the shops struck his fancy, sometimes they didn't. And as he was stepping away from one, he made the mistake of doing so without glancing behind him, merely turning to walk away.

And unfortunately, he stepped straight into a wheelchair and nearly went straight over. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself, and his initial response was not, amazingly, irritation. It was, instead, exasperation, mostly directed at himself. "Terribly sorry."

Kayla was feeling a bit lost since arriving at the floating islands on a floating boat. It wasn't like she wasn't used to strange things happening, especially going from being dead to being sent back in time, but this was a bit much. Not even the answers she had gotten from the people who had greeted her helped. The starter home they had given her didn't even help her to feel better. Not after finding her clothes and a few items from home.

She was still feeling unsettled when she stepped out a couple hours after searching around her new home, wondering what to do next. Then she spied a familiar form, perking up a bit as she called.

"Charles? Charles Xavier?"

Maybe not a demigod, not officially. Although technically he was supposed to become an incarnate which was his world's equivalent of one, and had to be earned, not born into. But him? They couldn't force him to do anything. School? Let them try.

Instead he was laying in the grass letting the sun warm his skin. It weakened him, sure, but it also made napping muuuuch easier.

Will was just looking around when he came across a...well, he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Monster? Honestly, he was starting to doubt that. He never knew monsters to take naps in the warm sun when they smelled demigod.

And from the looks of it, he was a kid. Did monsters even have kids? He took a few steps over, feeling completely unarmed, unless the kid wanted to speak in rhyming couplets for a couple days.

"Hey," He offered.

If nothing else, The Iron Bull is easy to spot in a crowd, and most people give him a wide berth, so Nadia can sidle up to him easily.

"Have you tried cupcakes yet? I think I've put on nearly a stone since I arrived."

Monsters didn't have kids, but kids could turn into monsters. Tends not to be very fun to go through either. He cracks an eye open, lifting his head from the grass and flexing his claws into the grass.

"Uh. Hey." And he rolls onto his side so he can look at the guy speaking to him.

"You want something from me?"

Right. Probably not a monster. Will shrugged, looking down at the lion-kid hybrid in the grass. Those claws looked sharp.

"Not really. Just wanted to make sure you weren't looking for me or anything." Right, since totally not asking the not-monster if he wanted to kill him. Just to be safe.

Also, what was he? And why were Chiron or Annabeth never around when you needed them? He didn't look like anything he remembered from greek mythology or class, but maybe they just hadnt gotten to him yet.

Charles had parked himself out of the way of people who were en route to their specific destinations. He was looking at the map when the voice pulled his attention and he offered a look of defeat.

"Sadly, I haven't moved much to get lost yet." he chuckled softly. "But perhaps you could help me. Do you know which way this map is supposed to work."

There didn't seem to be any sort of north, south, east or west distinction.

Boy, if you go up to people assuming they're after you, you're gonna your ass killed eventually. Law of averages. Don't do it. Also you smell funny.

"Why would I be looking for you? Don't even know you." Although, come to think of it, the kid may be on to something here. He's picking up on some weird mojo coming off this kid.

"Cos here I thought what I was doing was napping, not looking." Actually... "You seriously woke someone up just to ask if they were looking for you?"

Instinctively hands came up from the arms of his wheelchair and prepared to be toppled on. Charles wasn't upset in the least and it happened often enough that it simply became a hazard to being paraplegic.

After making sure the man was on his feet again solidly, he offered a smile.

"No apologies necessary. I'm a bit short and not always easy to see." he answered, making light of the almost accident with a bit of a chuckle.

It wasn't his name that pulled his attention to the woman quickly, it was her voice and when he saw her an immediate smile broke wide on his lips.

He was hoping there'd be a familiar face in arriving; one that instantly brought relief and Kayla Silverfox was a woman he'd grown close to. Of course, he didn't exactly look the same as he did when he last saw her. Somehow, whatever powers that were in charge of what happened in Westchester with future people mysteriously showing up at his mansion were also at play with bringing them here. It felt like longer than ten years since he'd seen the woman.

Maneuvering his chair around with the controls, he headed her way.

"Kayla," Charles said before getting to her. "You are indeed a sight, love."

(OOC: This version is a semi AU where Ed's canon through the anime but eventually becomes a cowboy (bounty hunter)/hacker before being pulled onto the islands.)

(Network)

[Have a super hyper netdiver! Ed's bouncing around the house like she's on a massive sugar high since she's found her computers atop the kitchen counter. But at the same time the hacker just knows this is freaky even by her open minded standards of the word. So she figures out how the device works while linking it to her main laptop, so cue the redhead looking to be in her early 20s.]

By Ed's standards this is just too weird. But figured peek in and see what the story in so hi! I'm Edward aka Radical Edward and well I was supposed to be at an arrival port on Jupiter not a flying set of islands! Plus my computers being here was weird to boot. But the tech is even stranger, now I want to take something apart and see what the deal is!

(Arrival)

Ed had found herself on a flying ship and not on board the vessel she had booked passage to Jupiter on. But her backpack was still on her person so she made sure everything was there from Mini Tomato to cash to her extra parts. Happy things were as they should be she scanned the crowd, seeing most were in the same boat. "Too few answers and too many questions. Ed smells a puzzle!"

So once she was on land cue more confusion as she was handed a map and device. "Satellites from days of old, lead me to some clues please?" as she slung her backpack over one shoulder and started hiking to the island circled in red.

"You don't look it." He replied, glancing over at her with a bit of a smirk that said he could be lying. It was hard to tell with him.

"But of course, I've tried them. Have you tried the ice cream cupcakes?" He made a low guttural noise that let her know just how much he had enjoyed them. "They're amazing. You should try them, boss. You'll gain another stone or two in just a couple days but they're worth it."

Draco instinctively made a face, pushing one hand back through his hair awkwardly; his cheeks were threatening to turn a bright shade of pink because he really did pride himself on generally not running into people like that. But apparently that wasn't meant to be.

"Admittedly," he murmured, still glancing away as he worked to fight off impending embarrassment, "You are a bit short."

Once he'd finally regained his composure, he dared to step back, giving the man (with the overly familiar voice) a wry smile in return. And immediately blinked, the smile faltering. "Oh," Draco said simply. He didn't need to ask if he was remembered or not; it was abundantly clear that was a no.

"Are you all right, at least?"

Nadia has to give him a Look at that. Bull is the single most observant person she's ever met - she knows he noted every minuscule difference in her the moment he set eyes on her.

"I've been enjoying those, as well. Honestly, I thought the Orlesians had the best pastries, but I have never seen such sheer variety." And she's always had a weakness for anything sweet and flaky.

Was there even a polite way to say 'I wasn't sure if you were a monster or not, and I thought I should check.Just in case you were and tried to kill me when my back was turned.' Right. yeah. Not saying that.

"And here I thought there were beds especially made for napping. Hear they're quite comfy. Sleeping here? Someone might step on you."

Will gave a shrug. "Wasn't sure. Thought I should check. Before you got stepped on."

His response to that was yawn, deliberately showing his sharp white teeth. Even if they were technically baby monster teeth, they were still sharp monster teeth.

Then flexing a paw, turned upside. "They'd be idiots to step on a lion." I mean really. Who would step on a lion and not expect to get their faces chewed off?

"You're a lion?" Again, Solace thought asking was a good idea. "And you definitely don't want to eat me or feed me to your boss or something?" Were there monster camps for teenage monsters? Maybe he hadn't completed the 'How to Eat a Demigod' class yet? Cause those teeth? Looked like they would hurt.

One thing Will totally got was the sunbathing. His skin had a healthy tan to it, and he was a son of Apollo. If he wasn't still unsure if this guy was going to eat him, he might be tempted to lie down in the sunshine and join him.

...

"Honestly your making me think you want to get eaten. Go look for a cannibal or something with a bigger appetite." Suicidal teenagers, no wonder they gathered them all here. Misery loves company?

"I used to be human, an I won't fight you less you give a real good reason to." And he was starting to get on his nerves, that was a reason.

New Arrival

The last thing Beth remembers is Grady Memorial Hospital. The survivors there that had been responsible for her "rescue" trading her and Carol for two of their people. Demanding that Noah be left behind as well. She remembers being so angry, angry beyond all reason. Noah was her friend, and he wanted to leave, and it was unfair to hold him against his will. It wasn't about protection, or starting something new, trying to start a new society. It was about power, and holding it over someone else.

She remembers attacking Dawn with a pair of scissors she had hidden inside the cast on her right arm. She remembers a loud bang as the officer's gun went off, and a flash of pain and... Nothing.

Except for waking up on the boat. Waking up on the floating boat, surrounded by strangers, while her head throbbed along to her heart, pounding in her chest. She lifts a hand to check for the stitches in her head and along her cheek, and they're gone. She realizes too, that there's no longer a cast on her wrist. It still aches, but it's tolerable. She tries questioning the people on the boat about where they are, how they got there, and where they're going, but unfortunately, the other passengers on board seem just as lost as she is.

The boat pulls into the port, and they all disembark, and Beth is overwhelmed by the sheer number of people milling around. At home, with the dead up and walking, small pockets of survivors are common, but nothing like this. This is a little terrifying. If the same virus was at work here, it would be the major cities back in the States all over again. There would be virtually no chance of survival.

The locals hand over a map and a communications device that reminds her of a smartphone, but by the time she looks up from her newly procured belongings to ask what's going on, they've already moved on.

It's a flurry of sights and sounds and activity that all blurs together, and it takes her a few seconds to find her voice, and grab someone by the arm. "Hey - Hey - Do you know what's going on here? Where are we? What is this place?"

He's taller than Rictus Erectus. She notes the horns, the skin-colour, but it's the sheer size of him that trips her again and again. Skin can be paint, horns surgery, but size?

She's glad she's wearing shorts, boots. She could run.

Except no, screw that. The Splendid Angharad puts some steel in her spine, straightens her shoulders, like he's merely tall and not gigantic.

"They have such knick-knacks where you're from?" Splendid asks him, tilting her head towards the porcelain figurines. Some are of women being figuratively eaten by their skirts, others are more disturbing.

She does like the look of the spiky lizards, though.

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