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T E S T D R I V E M E M E
Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Have an old muse you want to dust off, or voice test a brand new one in our game setting? Then 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've 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, but the vessel seems to be approaching a harbor with what appears to be.. are those floating islands? They sure are! And as if that isn't mind boggling enough, no one seems to have answers. But you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device and send you on your way. Perhaps the questions can wait for now. There's a new place to explore!

2. Go Exploring!: There's plenty of places to see, be it in your designated housing area, or on one of the adjoining community islands! Visit the market on Aerilon. Hike the mountains in Eurus. Sit on the beaches of Imber with a cocktail. Adventure in the forests of Mundus. Be careful though! Every area has it's dangers.

3. Party, party!: On the evening of your first night in the city, a party is being thrown on Aerilon in honor of your arrival. Eat, mingle, dance, meet the other new arrivals! The locals put on quite the celebration!

4. Wild Card! Customize your own scenario to fit your needs!

Comments

[rockysmash]

Used to getting a hard time from his sister back home, Rocky took the lupine laughter in stride and gamely kept up with the female as she led him further into the woods. She clearly knew the area, so he trusted her to guide him and kept his head down.

Literally. Nearly the whole time, he was ducking to sniff at the earth, separating scent trails and trying to match them to different animals...discarding the human scents, since he had no one to connect them to...doing his best to make sense of the new world he'd been thrown into via scent alone.

...and, when that got boring, he trotted up alongside the female and came at her from the side, bouncing against her before he bounced back again, ducking in a play bow with an excited swish of his black and grey tail.

[hawkeyepierce]

That was not what Hawkeye had been hoping to hear. He turns, looking around at the sea, the docks and then the buildings of the town. This was it then. Maybe it was a coma fantasy. If that was the case, there was nothing he could do about it- just sit back and enjoy it while his body sorted itself out.

He looks back to the man when drink is mentioned. "I'm hoping you know somewhere that serves drinks?" He says, because he could really do with one, real or not. "Lots of drinks?"

Then maybe he can think, and the world might stop spinning. Even if it doesn't, he might feel better about it spinning.

[hawkeyepierce]

"Dead, me?" He shakes his head, "I wasn't ever dead, not even once. Not even if I look it in the morning. But someone filed some paperwork wrong, and suddenly my Dad thinks I'm dead, I don't get paid, nothing." The not getting paid was annoying, but his Dad's frantic call was worse. Not being able to get through to him for hours and hours...

And now maybe he thought his son was dead all over again. But this time, Hawkeye couldn't just pick up the phone and make a long-distance call back home.

"Because all the people I care about are still stuck in that war!" He doesn't mean to shout, not at her, not at anyone, but his nerves are frayed and he's frightened, and she's the only one there. "Why would I want to be here, wherever the hell this place is, while my friends are out there?" He gestures, although he has no idea which direction they're in, really. It's something to do, and he feels better for it. Not much, but a little.

I missed this!! Sorry

[starktomboy]

It had become a habit, pacing the shores with Nymeria at her side. She worried what might happen, should one of their enemies come. She wanted to know and be prepared. More importantly, she wanted to see her family back together again. Arya wanted that more for Jon and Sansa than she did for herself. Somehow she felt out of step, despite how close to Sansa and Jon's side she remained. Having seen so much and been through so much left her weary of fully reaching out. She feared they might disappear in a cloud of smoke.

"Cersei, Illyn Payne, The Mountain, Dunsen, Ramsay-" She'd been mumbling to herself, pacing the beach, when Nymeria took off ahead of her. Arya's words broke off, her body immediately propelled after her wolf. Someone they knew from home was here, or perhaps one of the wolves? Perhaps both. It didn't matter. Arya caught up several paces behind as Nymeria bowed her head low, jumping about Bran in his wheelchair as if she was just a pup. She was panting and whining, tail swishing behind her.

"Bran" She wished she could have been there with him and Rickon when Winterfell burned. She wished she could have saved them from what Theon had done to them. It didn't matter. She ran forward, throwing her arms around him and paying no mind to the strange chair with wheels.

[summerswarg]

Bran nodded, unsure what to do next. After a silent moment, he eventually asked the question foremost on his mind. "What is this?" Meaning the wheelchair.

No worries~

[summerswarg]

Unsure of the contraption he was sitting it, and alone of his usual companions, Bran was forced to try and figure his way out of his current situation. He had no idea what to do. Then he caught sight of something large and familiar and he managed a smile. It was a direwolf. That meant...Yes. Quickly followed by a Stark.

"Arya!" He called out as she threw her arms around him. He returned the embrace gladly, noting how she'd grown in the years they'd been apart. It was clear who the direwolf was now and he was so glad to see his sister again.

[starktomboy]

Arya could have held onto him forever if she was allowed to. Hugging Bran was like being home again. In her minds-eye she could see the courtyard in Winterfell, Bran chasing after her while the two of them tried their best to measure up to their eldest brothers. She'd always felt so out of place - Robb would be Lord of Winterfell and Bran would come next, should Robb have no children. He'd had no children, that she knew of. Bran was now in their father's place, with all that came with it. It was an unfair task that had been put upon of her brother, the little Bran who had loved climbing and mischief just as much as she had. Hearing he'd lived his fall was bittersweet and tasted like ashes in her mouth.

"You're here... I can't believe you're here, Bran." She ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it up a bit as she sat back in a crouch in front of him at eye level. His hair was real. His face was real. Every bit of him was real. "Summer's probably waiting for you."

She got to her feet then, staring at the strange chair he was sitting in. It was a bit like a cart, so she moves behind it, pushing it forward. His legs may no longer work but she would not let him be immobile. With this, he could walk again even if he'd never be able to climb again.

[summerswarg]

Bran couldn't believe it either. It had been so long since he'd seen any of his family. Both his parents and his sisters were gone by the time he woke, along with Jon. Robb had left soon after leaving him with just Rickon and they'd departed who knows how long ago. So despite usually hating Arya's treatment of his hair, he allowed it for now. He was in a strange land but he had some family and it meant everything to him.

Once he'd been disentangled from his sister, he reached out to give Nymeria some attention as well. Until Arya's words sunk in. "Summer's here?" Having his own direwolf would be a comfort here. He could roam in Summer's skin and feel free even if he wasn't.

Realising what Arya was doing, and what the wheeled chair was capable of, he showed her the map. "I think I'm supposed to go here?" Would that be where Summer was? Or other members of their family? It was almost too much to hope for after everything that had already happened.

[showmycannons]

"I can't do that," Ironhide says, tapping his nose. "Sight and aim, sure, and hearing, but I don't do the pheromone thing. I'm not a medic."

He is, however, very familiar with Ratchet's brand of medicine.

Re: Ironhide | Transformers (Live Action) | 2

[showmycannons]

"Don't think you can keep up, Sam?" The thought amuses him and Ironhide slows his stride just enough to let Sam keep pace with his shorter legs.

"It pleases me that my human body is still taller than Ratchet's."

[trueloveskid]

"We're definitely not in Maine anymore." Yes, we. Almost like she's been there herself.

She taps the badge clipped to her belt. "No drinking on duty. I can help you find your way though. That map should show you which house is yours."

[badpuns]

"There's a bar on every island, nearly," Balthazar explains. "One of them's just a juice bar, though. I haven't been there yet."

He gestures to the map in Hawkeye's hand. "Everything should be marked there on your map, including your accommodations." He looks him up and down for a moment, "Judging from your clothes, I'd say you're a fair bit better off here than in Korea."

[dr_wells]

Slow down Ramon it needs some work. It had far too much blow back and nearly broke my jaw when I used it. Other than that I've been tinkering a bit things are slow at the department since the rabbits.

[starktomboy]

Nymeria followed beside them, close enough that Bran could reach out and touch her fur if he wanted. She was rather large compared to the last time he saw her - close in size to Summer. When Bran held up the map, Arya leaned in and nodded. That was the place she had been sent to as well, where younger 'children' were sent. She and Bran were far from children, after everything they'd seen. Sansa was lucky that she didn't have to go. She and Jon worked while Arya barely tolerated school.

"Sansa found Lady when she arrived and I found Nymeria, so yes. Did Lady's bones make it home? Before... before what happened to it." She wouldn't say 'Before you and Rickon were murdered'.

"Nymeria, go find Summer. Bran and I are going to Sansa's room to wait for her." That and she felt more comfortable there. Sansa had decorated it well enough to look like home. Sansa may not find them until later, but it didn't matter. Bran could rest, or she could wheel him around some more. Whatever he liked, really.

Grace McCallum | OC

[unlucky13]

One;

Grace stands at the dock, the tight grip on her communications device and map the only sign that she is actually really frigging nervous right now. She was at home, then she was on a flying boat, and the only explanation she's had is... nothing, actually. No explanation.

Okay. Reconnaissance and information-gathering, step one. Shunt worries aside to be considered later, probably in the middle of the night when she should be sleeping. That's fine. Now, check the map, and--

A poorly timed gust of wind grabs it out of her hand and hurls it over the side of the docks. She whirls and grabs too late--it's beyond her reach now, unless she feels like sudden flying lessons. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

Re: Grace McCallum | OC

[crowschild]

As he usually does, Rory was walking the docks looking for anyone familiar.

The red hair catches his eyes. The accent catches his ears. He rushed over to the individual and the stops dead in his tracks. He wanted to see his family but he didn't expect to see someone from the past. "Grace!?"

[unlucky13]

Grace caught her name and turned back, already demanding "Who's asking?" in a combative tone. If she had to deal with one of the scrubs from school, she was going to push him off the edge and let him catch the map.

But no, that was--"Rory?"

No, Rory wasn't twenty years older than her, and he wasn't in weird flying boat town, either. This couldn't be Rory. She subtly pulled something out of her pocket, smiling her friendliest smile as she came forward. "What are you doing in... wherever this is?"

[crowschild]

Yes. That definitely looked like Grace. The attitude and the expression. And he saw that movement too... of course. If anything he had twenty years of experience on her. Though the two of them would cancel each other's powers out so he didn't exactly have his Luck - if this was her. He knew people here had family show up but... not this different as far as he knew...

"I woke up in a floating boat here... and," he gave a shrug, wondering how he'd explain this to Ceilidh.

[unlucky13]

"Same old story as me?" She got close enough and grabbed his hand, pushing the sharp iron nail she'd been concealing into the back of it--not quite hard enough to draw blood, unless he was a fairy.

Which he apparently wasn't! Which, at least, was good news. That meant it was time for the knife. "So, who are you? And why do you look like one of us?"

[crowschild]

The nail he allowed.

It's what you did.

He would do the same thing and would have done it if she hadn't gotten to him first.

The knife on the other hand he flipped out of her grasp, looking it over. One of the ones Nat gave her for her birthday... if she was as old as she looked, the year before for her. At least that's what it looked like. He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt from what he'd seen already.

"I'm Rory McCallum second youngest child and seventh son of Liam and Moira McCallum. We're sort of in ... a place like Fairy. It still might be fairy, I'm not sure yet."

[unlucky13]

While he was distracted by the knife, she kicked him sharply in the shin for taking it. Though, really, it had been a nice move, and classic Mum--she'd given them both their first hand-to-hand lessons. She relaxed slightly, hands at her side but not obviously reaching for more weaponry. Yet.

"Everyone knows McCallum family relations. Tell me something everyone doesn't know." She tilted her head. "And give me that knife back, I won't stab you with it."

If she has to stab him, she can do it with one of the other knives she's got hidden around her body.

[crowschild]

He side stepped the kick in classic McCallum moves.

"Nat gave you this knife for your sixteenth birthday. It's pair and he threatened to dump you in the castle's trash heap if you lost them since he had them specially made for you by Ian McDurmat of Farfells in Wales. They showed up a week late because Ian got laid up by some flu before he could finish them." He raised his eyebrows up. "He got them for you just in case you had to go into fairy again to rescue him or anyone else - they've got no iron in them but they're mage cast. Maeve tried stealing them so she could figure out how they were made."

A long pause.

"Should I go on?"

[unlucky13]

There was a long stretch of silence after Rory finished talking, not that that was unusual in a conversation with Grace. Especially at this age. She had to think about her response, and words tended to get a little locked down when she got worried, and somehow Rory being at least twice her age made her more worried than being on a flying ship by herself. She could handle a flying ship, she couldn't handle things being weird with Rory. "...okay."

She put out her hand, making a grabbing motion. "Give it back, eedjit."

[crowschild]

He's used to those, of course and waited patiently.

"You're not going to stab me or try to harm me in anyway," he said holding the knife out of her reach. "Unless I do something to deserve it. Not giving you back the knife right away doesn't count."

Okay, it's really weird seeing Grace this young again, but it's nice being taller than her like this.

[unlucky13]

"I'll shove it up your arse, is what I'll do with it," she growled. "I know you're my stupid brother, I'm not going to hurt you."

Despite threats of arse-shoving. But that's practically friendly for an irritated McCallum!

She didn't bother making herself look like an idiot, flailing and trying to reach the knife. She pulled her arm back in and waited, eyes narrow.