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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

[manwithouthonor]

"I think the gods might have a thing or two to say about that, and my sister, should she ever grace us with her presence, oh and also Tyrion I think, even halfway across the world," or wherever he's currently waddling about. For both their sakes, Jaime hopes never to see her. Even if news of the turncoat Littlefinger just might send her over the edge... And one step closer to being gone.

[manwithouthonor]

House Caelegart is unknown to him, then again so are a fair few others within Westeros. Apologies were very few and far in-between, Jaime didn't care for it, but it was amusing.

"Jaime," he smiled, taking another sip of wine before stepping aside to offer the man the pinky. "I have no interest in sympathy, yours or anyone else's," peace was another matter entirely. "But I am amused, make no mistake. Where do I even start?"

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raised his eyebrows at that answer; perhaps the fellow was just feeling cantankerous, or enjoyed the chance to put someone off a bit? Still, he took it otherwise in stride, and nodded his acknowledgement.

"Well met, then, Jaime--if I style you properly. And I'm afraid I couldn't tell you."

After all, he knew practically nothing about the man, save that he had to say the least a peculiar sense of humor. He waved a hand lightly at the offer, however, evidently not intending on drinking, himself.

"But, perhaps, your thoughts on the decorations? I must admit they're somewhat... extravagant, by my homeland's standards."

He could well have said "gaudy" or "tawdry," but instead avoided making any such value judgment--at least, out loud. Likewise, he didn't specifically focus on the golden hand, leaving the option to discuss something else, although it was a rather obvious centerpiece. Even so, a more explicit out might be appreciated.

"Or, if you find decorations a dreary subject, then the place where you came from, perhaps?"

[the_bull]

House Caelegart. It wasn't a house that Gendry had any familiarity with, and if he was expecting some acknowledgment, he would be waiting a long time. It did put Gendry further on edge, if only because houses meant nobility, and nobility usually wanted something, even if you weren't willing to give it.

"Gendry. And I am."

[the_bull]

He hadn't clued in as to who it was, having no idea that he would ever stumble over her again, yet he did hear the laugh, light through the small crowd, but discernible anyway. Seven hells. There was a grumbling under his voice as he sought to keep her in view, but trying not to knock anyone over.

He did lose the thief, at least for a moment, and seeing no commotion going on before him, he scanned the street quickly, before glancing back. A street off to the side. Taking a few paces back, Gendry looked down the way, that stubborn expression setting deeper.

[justonetouch]

A hand coming to rest on her hip, Rogue raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at him. She certainly would have said something had the seed hit her, although what she would have said aside from hey! she didn't know.

"Well hello to you to." That slightly drawl, as he really didn't seem the most sociable of people. In fact... He did remind her of someone.

[summerswarg]

"I haven't seen any of you in so long." It was so nice to do so. All three of them had left at the same time and he'd been stuck in Winterfell.

He let Arya wheel him wherever she wanted to go. He was just happy to have some more family around him than just Hodor or Summer. This was his sister. And his other sister and his brother were here. The beach was nice but he noticed it was hard on the wheels. And then they were at a house.

"This is where Sansa lives?"

[summerswarg]

Bran looked behind him, staring in the face of the Queen's brother. He didn't remember what that man had done to him or would be more scared than he currently was.

"Where are you taking me?" He demanded, even if his voice was a little shaky. He wondered if he could warg in Jaime like he did with Hodor. That would teach him to steal little lords in their wheeled chairs.

[soldier_blade]

She studied his arm a little closer, noting stiffness in the wrist. "It's a conversation piece alright."

Most didn't wish to talk about their amputations, but it was hard not to with that sort of detail. "Is that actually solid gold, or just painted that way to look more impressive."

Who the hell know? Maybe he commisioned it that way as a proverbial 'fuck you' to whatever or whoever took his hand.

[lil_snikt]

     "Yer the one who was starin'," the boy pointed out, although he didn't seem terribly put off by the tone of her response. "An' Stormy says I'm rude."

     He kicked his feet back and forth, heels bouncing off the steps as he took another huge bite of his apple, chewing noisily. "Since yer here, maybe you can tell me where this is. Or if you've seen my...friends, I guess." Team? Friends. Well, whatever. "They're all dressed funny, easy to spot." Speak for yourself, Wolvie.

Re: Thea | Cisco

[redarrowqueen]

Really long story. [Good thing Cisco has no idea about the nightmares Thea's been staring down.]

[She's still looking confused but its sinking in.]

So more than one Earth, new one. [But she does wonder what Earth 2 Thea would be like, more than likely not a total mess.] Hopefully either the Oliver I'm related to one the other version sees this just to add more info.

[justonetouch]

"For all of five seconds." Maybe ten. Stormy... But that has to be a coincidence, Rogue thought, brushing thoughts of Storm from her mind. Still, it looked like he was new, and Rogue could understand the feeling, having gone through it just recently herself.

"Right now you're on the island of Aerilon. There's four other islands, one you've likely been assigned a house to." But that would be something that he would know, not her. "Uh, dressed funny isn't that helpful. All sorts of people here. Maybe if you had names or a better description?"

[lil_snikt]

     The kid puffed out his cheeks, clearly unconvinced. He eyed the core that was left soon after his snacking, tossing it over his shoulder. It bounced off the wall and tumbled to the side of the steps he sat upon, but he ignored it.

     "Where's this Aerilon place? Earth? Not-earth?" He could care less about houses right now, although the people that had first greeted him had been insistent on showing him to some housing for children. Wolvie sure gave them the slip though.

     "Okay, there's Storm, Petes, Havok, umm...Betsy, the two noisy ones- Dazzler an' Rogue, and Longshot," he rattled off names as he counted them off his fingers, going by whatever they tended to use with each other. Abruptly he pointed at the girl. "Rogue kin'na has that hair, 'cept her's is all poof."

[manwithouthonor]

The decorations were too extravagant by the standards of most, he'd wager. Harboring a healthy amount of suspicion he couldn't help but question this man's, Alric's motivations, assuming there were any. Maybe he enjoyed meeting new people and nothing more. He cared little for parties, even less for mingling. Jaime was well aware the best use of his time was gathering information, but without much cause to believe he was in immediate danger, he observed, aware of everyone without giving way physically to the discomfort he felt.

The party was one great big cosmic joke. Never let it be said Jaime Lannister was a humorless; he had plenty of laughter to offer the circumstances.

"I never trust a man who doesn't drink," he lied. He trusted no one; not his other half with whom he had shared a womb, or even his dear little brother. His words came with a grain of truth, not partaking was suspect, Roose Bolton was evidence of that.

[manwithouthonor]

With the end of the dock Jaime was forced to turn from the sea, strolling inland. He returned the stare with a smile, curiously, though pleasantly surprised at the contempt his eyes need to harbor. Not toward him directly, but rather the card life had dealt him. It wasn't being thrown from a tower that ensured Brandon's childhood was over, but the tragedy he and his family had endured, and still maybe something even more. Jaime shrugged; he had far too much time on his hands if he were pondering such things.

"If not for having the pleasure of your lady mother's company, I might believe you were the most frightening Stark I've met," a compliment to be sure. Jaime had admired Catelyn Stark, in his own way.

[manwithouthonor]

Jaime offered a nod, smiling wider than he ought to have. "You're more than welcome to test it for yourself," he jested, holding the hand inches from her mouth still. "The fingernails are inlaid with mother of pearl."

[justonetouch]

"Your guess is as good as mine. Not earth though, as far as I can tell." Unless it was some Bermuda Triangle-like place. There was technology, but phones, planes? Nadda. And floating ships weren't exactly normal.

Storm again... And was Petes? Was that Colossus? And her own name... Her lips pursed. "Mah hair has never been poofy. Who the heck are you?"

[lil_snikt]

     Well, that was just great. This broad didn't know where they were either!

     "I'm not talkin' about your hair, I'm talkin' about Rogue's. ...she talks funny like that too, though. Her and Dazzler fight. Like, a lot. Mostly over Longshot."

     Snorting, the kid hopped to his feet. "Name's Wolvie. Who're you?"

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric chuckles in reply, giving Jaime a brief, quizzical look--although, that was rather more the sort of thing he'd expected to hear from him--but otherwise only nods respectfully, as though it had been a formal declaration.

"I certainly wish to cause you no concern, Jaime, but I fear it doesn't agree with me. ...or rather, I'm afraid, it's been known to make me less agreeable, as well. I prefer to avoid the temptation, rather than to make anyone else pay for the consequences of my choices."

[justonetouch]

"That is my name." Although Rogue paused, recalling Wanda. She had spoken of different universes, one where Rogue had been known to her, but Rogue didn't know of a Wanda at all.

"... Logan?" Because no way. There was no way that... No.

[lil_snikt]

     Hearing that doubt in her tone, he brought up his fists, popping his tiny but sharp claws with a *snikt*. Wolvie scrunched up his nose at the name, but he shrugged. "Sure, whatever. More used'ta Wolvie though."

     He tilted his head at Rogue, then began to circle her. "So which one're you?" he asked, sniffing. "You don't smell familiar. And shouldn't you be older than what's her face? Kitty."

I had the help of a few little birds.. :3

[a_deadman]

Oh, Eddard already went through all the impossibilities of this place, mostly where he and his sister Lyanna were concerned, but also Rhaegar. He wasn't the only deadman and there was a hint of a smirk playing at the notion that he was likely going to add to those nightmares.

Suddenly 'A Lannister always pays his debts' took on an amusing new, and altogether ironic twist.

Ned nods once. "One would have to ask what's worse I suppose. Losing your life, or watching everyone you love lose theirs." he answered, perhaps too boldly. Since arriving, the Lord and one Hand of the King had come by some interesting enough information about the fates of many Lannister's.

Yet, saying so wasn't meant to be cruel; a simple truth.

[summerswarg]

Bran wasn't sure what to make of all this. What would Jaime Lannister want with him? Why was he mentioning his mother and...complimenting him? It was all rather confusing. But then again, it had been ever since he'd woken up on that boat.

"That didn't answer my question." Wherever he was, he hoped someone was here who would realise this was a bad situation.

[justonetouch]

"Holy moly..." Rogue was familiar enough with those claws, having had them in her (although by accident). She could recall asking Logan if they hurt, and easily recall some of the feelings that still lingered from his touches.

"Kitty and I are close in age." Not that she knew her exact birthday. And there might have been a bit of sourness in her voice, if only because what she had witnessed with Bobby. "But... How are you... Sorry. The Logan I know is a lot different."

[manwithouthonor]

"Ah," to that he smiled truthfully, near laughing. "If only my dear sister had half your sense, or even an ounce of your restraint," consideration for others was far too much to ask for. "She rules an entire city, you know. Or did?" Jaime shrugged. Bringing up Cersei was a mistake; he actually had no idea how she fared, and as the days flew boy so did his inclination to care. "My home is called Westeros, have you heard of it? I must admit House Caelegart is not one I'm familiar with."