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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

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She had wandered close to the docks, watching the new arrivals with interest, hoping that there would be one among them that she would know. If luck was on her side, Ned would appear and they could be reunited.

Instead of Ned, however, it was a figure that Lyanna knew and remembered. Prince Oberyn, apparently older now, disembarking from the boat. She spied him among the crowd, meeting his eyes with hesitation.

"Prince Oberyn?"

Re: Claire (Beauchamp Randall) Fraser | Outlander

[theladyofwinterfell]

[Sansa has always loved fine parties and as she has so recently taken up work as a seamstress, is now even more interested in gowns than she had been before. The dark haired woman has a fine one and she cannot help but compliment it.]

Your gown is so lovely, my lady. Where did you have it made?

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

[Claire turns toward the voice, a gentle smile settling on her features as she considers the younger woman. Such lovely hair.]

It was provided for me by our mysterious hosts, in my closet at home. I had a beast of time getting it on without any help, of course. It's rather reminiscient of my wedding gown. Practically a replica, in fact. You look quite fine yourself.

[theladyofwinterfell]

[Sansa blushes a bit at the compliment.]

Thank you. If this is a replica of your wedding gown, it must have been a very fine wedding.

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

[Wryly,] It was a very rushed wedding, believe it or not. But the marriage itself has more than made up for it. [Her smile deepens, and she endeavors to make the young woman more comfortable.] I'm Claire. Did you come by yourself to the gala? That's very brave of you.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Oh, no, I came with my brother and aunt. I am very lucky that I have my family here with me.

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

You are indeed. Actually, I'm looking for my family - my husband. His name is Jamie Fraser. You coudn't miss him if you tried - red, curly hair, bight eyes. Tall, handsome, wearing a kilt. Perhaps you've seen him?

[Gently,] I'm sorry, I hadn't quite caught your name.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am so sorry! My name is Sansa Stark. I believe I have seen a man of that description. I recall being impressed as to his height because I am so used to being taller than most people. We haven't spoken, though, so I can't confirm it.

[nomorefistbumps]

"So you're saying no one has answers at all?" As if being kidnapped isn't bad enough, she's kidnapped with no rhyme or reason, to boot? Oh, that's it, she's officially pissed off now.

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

[Claire lifts a hand in an airy wave of reassurance.] It's no trouble, Sansa - what a lovely name. I just like to know who I'm talking too. [There's a warm smile, but Claire is promptly distracted by the news that someone here fits Jamie's description.]

Here's here. That's...good. The man you saw, did he seem well?

[She's worried about him. She can imagine he's going mad trying to look for her. But,]

I'm sorry, I'm being very self-involved. Where are you from, Sansa?

[Even as she talks though, her eyes scan the crowd.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

[Sansa frowns a bit, trying to recall.]

I believe his hand may have been injured, but I am not certain.

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

[Relieved.]

That would be him.

[The urge to go race off and try to find him is hard to resist, but she does. She can't just leave the young woman stranded.]

I'm sorry, I missed where you said you were from, Sansa?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am from the Seven Kingdoms, my lady. You might know it as Westeros?

[jesushrooseveltchrist]

[Ruefully,] I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it. I suspect you wouldn't be familiar where I'm from either. So it's good for both of us that we have family here, and aren't entirely strangers in a strange land.

Re: Claire (Beauchamp Randall) Fraser | Outlander

[dresdensluck]

[By now, I was used to this sort of thing happening, really. I mean, it only takes a few years of it happening over and over for me to learn, I promise. But by now, yeah, being suddenly in another world, with no idea why? Well, that never got old. Or rather, it got old a long time ago, and swung around to new again.

Settling in here wasn't hard, really. An office opened, small jobs done, dead beats found, some idiots proven guilty, that sort of thing paid the bills, and let me get about making changes in my life. I missed Maggie, hell, I still do, but I also know she's in good hands, back home. Here... here, I hope I can just keep my eyes open and maybe even enjoy life.

Despite that, I was here, tonight, at the ball, because I had a feeling I should be. And when I saw her, I knew why. Beautiful woman, alone, and searching the room? It spelled trouble, and well, that called me to her like a siren. Gods and Gates, I hoped I wouldn't regret this.]

Pardon me, miss. Are you alright? [Wow. That came out almost decently. Maybe I was learning to talk to ladies. Maybe. Bob would be impressed. Okay, no he wouldn't, but still.]

[kon_el]

Conner wasn't good at social. Or dating, really. But he could at least ask women to dance at a ball. He thought. Maybe. He hoped.

When she said yes, sort of, he smiled. "You don't have to, you know? I just thought it might be fun." His grin was gentle, and he was confused. But he was determined to either dance with her, or just talk. He stepped down to stand fully on the ground near her.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I hope that your husband is at the party. I cannot help but think he must miss you, terribly, for it seems you are fond of him.

[Sansa has not been so lucky with husbands but it makes her smile to think that someone else might have been.]

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[oiseau_ou_cage]

Elizabeth was captivated by Noriko's beautiful hair. It was such a lovely color and done up so nicely. She touched the tips of her freshly shorn hair and wished she'd taken a less drastic approach to changing her appearance to mark her loss of innocence.

She moved closer to Noriko, smiling shyly. "Hello. I'm new too. I'm Elizabeth, your hair is gorgeous."

Poe Dameron | Star Wars | Aerilon

[resistancepilot]

He's been in this strange place for a few days now (is this what Bespin's Cloud City is like? he wonders) and now that he's settled in and in possession of his jacket again, it's time to figure out what he can about this place. That's the point of reconnaissance, after all, and the more he knows about this place, hopefully the sooner he can find a way back to the Resistance and the people who need him.

So he heads for the market. That's where the largest concentration of people seems to be, and he expects that he'll get more out of the natives of the area than out of the newcomers like him, and he figures the place to find them is also at the marketplace. Besides, it's good to know what's available and where to find it.

Knowledge is power, after all.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Annoying as it is--" And it is, fucking annoying. "--those are the breaks for now."

Not that people weren't looking into it. Getting their fingers into everything they could, and getting smacked down when they flew too close to the edge of the cage and it decided to bite back in warning.

Marian Hawke | Dragon Age

[failurehero]

((Canon point post da2, on her way to Skyhold on Varric's request))

Arrival

Marian Hawke would feel safe saying that up until this point, she had lived a rather uniquely adventurous life. She's delved into parts of the Deep Roads untouched since the first blight, repelled a qunari invasion and then dueled their leader, killed (or so she had thought) an ancient darkspawn, and rallied a city against a woman gone mad with red lyrium. She even has her own book. And yet, when Marian awoke and discovered that she was not only in her tent on the road, but indeed in a boat that appeared to be floating about in the air, she was unpleasantly surprised. And Bear, while having lived a life more adventurous than most mabari, also found the entire situation a rude shock, judging by the way that he jumped about on the boat, barking madly at the sky below them.

It's a relief to set foot on solid (kind of) land when they finally reach the island, but no one there seemed inclined to try to explain what in the Maker's name was going on. Is this some new kind of quest she's been put on? Briefly, Hawke can't help but wonder if Skyhold contained more sky than previously estimated, but quickly came to the conclusion that such an idea was ludicrous. And, at the least, Varric probably would have bothered to mention something about a giant floating island. No, she is forced to conclude that wherever she is, it is without a doubt far from her intended destination.

Bear at her side, Hawke grasps the strange device and map she'd been given, looking around with wide, confused eyes. Disoriented and flabberghasted, she stands there like a deer in the headlights. After a few moments, she feels enough like a fool to at least try consulting the map, kneeling down so that Bear can have a gander at it as well, occasionally looking up to try to orient herself to where she was exactly on the map.

Party

Parties were a far more usual scene than floating boats, and while it has been some time since those days as the Kirkwall Champion, reluctantly rubbing elbows with the nobles of Hightown, it was something that had, at least, occurred at some point in her life. Bear, not nearly as much of a party goer ('I guess you could say...he's not a party animal, huh?' Hawke can all but hear Varric saying, and nearly groans out loud), had been left at home. She almost regrets it, because even if she did have to spend the entire party keeping her mabari from attempting to eat the entire buffet, at least she would have someone, even a dog, that she was familiar with.

And yet, at the same time...it was almost pleasant, to have no one know who she was. She made small talk with a number of people, and every time she said her name, there was a distinct lack of eyes widening, of people gasping, and absolutely no one comparing her to that book. It was the first time in a long time that the name Hawke didn't produce some kind of emotional response, whether fear, disgust, or awe.

She certainly can't stay here, not with the threat of Corypheus looming over Thedas. But it can't hurt, surely, to enjoy being all but anonymous, for once?

Arrival! Anders is still Act 2 :D

[possessed_mage]

"Apparently," Anders said, walking toward a Hawke a tad older than he remembered, "that's called a phone." He had originally pocketed it and thought it was some very weird, probably very dangerous rune and was disappointed he couldn't ask Sandal to do something with it. "Someone showed me how to use it. It connects to something called a network...." That was where he had lost it. The mage had yet to actually use the device.

Offering his (friend??) a hand, Anders looked at her with curiosity and a fair amount of dread. Would she confirm Nadia's opinion of him? Or could he still brush it as yet another poor mage fallen to Templar delusion and manipulation. He confessed, he preferred the latter.

Hawke would probably do a bit of a double take at Anders, who was still wearing with white feathered coat and didn't look quite as much as a stark raving lunatic as the last time she saw him. Also, no exploding Chantry's. Yet.

arrival!

[inquisitorialness]

Nadia makes it a point to drop by the docks at least once a week, especially as gossip about newcomers continues to be whispered both among the natives and the transplants like her. Ostensibly, she's around to offer assistance to anyone confused or upset, to direct injured arrivals to the nearest healer or clinic, that kind of thing. A self-appointed welcome wagon, perhaps.

In reality, she comes here looking for Cullen, or one of her other friends from home.

The bark of a dog catches her attention first. It's a rather distinctive sound, that bark, and she's heard something very like it before. It's a mabari, obviously, and for a moment, her heart leaps in her chest. She knows someone with a mabari, after all. But that particular familiar face is nowhere to be found among the people milling about. Instead, a different familiar face is there, and Nadia puts on a faint smile to mask her disappointment.

"Hawke? I didn't expect to see you here." It has, after all, been a long time. Almost three years, since she's last seen the Champion of Kirkwall.

Ahsoka Tano } SW: Rebels (possible spoilers)

[hinging]

[1]
The juxtaposition between where she had been and where she was now was as different as night and day. Enough that she has sat on the boat for some time, alert but not quite as much as she would have been. Given her appearance, one could easily guess that she had been through quite the ordeal. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and a part of her didn't think it would be the last. That she couldn't recall how it had ended...

The Force was still strong in her, and while she might not be completely knowing of where it was that she was, she could sense no immediate threat within the vicinity. A check had shown her that where ever the boat was going, she would need to wait until it docked before anything could be done. It was why she was currently seated, kneeling upon the floor, hands resting lightly on her knees, meditating.

[2]
Map and communicator in hand, Ahsoka came to the decision that she would travel around the island before seeking out the residence that had been appointed to her. So far, answers had been fairly lacking, including, but not limited to, how and why she was here.

There seemed to be a fair number of places to visit on this floating island, and even though it was no where as teeming as some of the planets that she had visited in her youth, it did seem to be thriving. If she felt out of place with her attire and lightsabers hanging at her side, she didn't show it. The fact that many were humanoid didn't bother her either.

Yet, as she browsed through the windows of shops, ever watchful and alert, Ahsoka still couldn't help but wonder how any of this had come to pass. It wouldn't be the first time that she had found herself without a known path to travel on, as she had been in that position before when she had left the Temple. Yet she had still been on a planet that she had known. There seemed little to do but to explore and hopefully get some answers, and she would start here, before expanding her search.

Pausing before a shop, her brow furrowed lightly at the wares that were being sold within it. "Curious..."

[electro_kinetic]

"I dunno if your version of dancing and mine are quite the same," she prefaced, but he was very handsome. She wasn't in the mood to kill that thought.