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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!

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Her eyes opened, until their blue depths settled upon the speaker. There was no outward expression given aside from a mild look of interest that passed easily across her face. Ahsoka was no stranger to a variety of different life forms, given that she wasn't human to begin with.

"I was merely gathering my thoughts." Her voice was soft and gentle, yet she did remain in that position upon the deck. "It seems that where ever this ship may be going, it will get there on its own accord."

Edited 2016-04-26 00:51 (UTC)

There was a flutter of confusion in her eyes as Anders asked--what an odd question. Did he mean...If Justice had done anything? Anders never seemed to remember what happened when he came out, but her conversations with the spirit had never been anything to note. Nor had they many interactions, in general. Or did he mean something besides Justice--?

"I can't say what you can or can't remember," Hawke began, eyebrows furrowed. "But if you mean if you've ever done any wrong turns to me, well--I still recall that you lied to me. About why you needed those ingredients, the drakestone and whatnot. But you apologized, and--" She pressed her lips into a line, hand reaching out to settle on Bear's head. "--I suppose, looking at it from your perspective, I understand why you did it. If you'd told me the truth, I'm not sure what I would have done."

And she turned back to him, expression grim. "That doesn't mean that...I think it was a good idea. But I understand. But other than that? You've--no, you've never done anything to me."

The Splendid Angharad's arrival had been dramatic. She'd been in a state, dirty and bleeding, body shaking and the baby sending lashings of pain all over her belly.

Now, she's better.

All clean and shiny, with new clothes - not white cloth she has to knot herself, but actual clothes - and boots. Clean skin, clean hair, a clean bandage on the bullet-graze on her calf. The baby's settled down in her belly, even. It's better.

Except...

Except now she's sitting at a place called a kafay near the clinic she'd been taken, staring out over the markets in perfect incredulity.

There's colour, so much colour, and everyone's clean, shiny and full-life. Well-fed, too. Soft with contentment, not snarling hard with desperation. She's been given a whole jug of clean water, with a side of chicken (chook, isn't it) and some salad to eat, except she can't stop staring.

The last thing she remembers before waking up on that flying boat had been falling off the War Rig. She should have died. But now, she's here.

Wherever here is.

[ooc: notes for the canon-blind! The Splendid Angharad is heavily pregnant, and she has cross-hatched razor scars on her right forehead and right cheek]

Edited 2016-04-26 10:11 (UTC)

"Same, just landed here and wanting to find a job post haste." Alexis gave the short version. "Alexis by the way." she added with a smile,"All this is freaky but its an interesting freaky to borrow a saying I heard once."

Alexis now had something to prove to this guy, adventures can be a good thing. "Fine, name one time that something fun leads to paperwork?" she fired back but with a smile to show she was meaning no harm in her question.

He didn't even hesitate with his answer, "People often cite going into the past to become god like figures as fun. That's a class four violation. It requires Temporal Disturbance form 6.b, authorization for memory erasure of all effected parties; which - depending on the circumstances can be a separate form for each individual, form A.5.2b for making sure you've cleared out all possible foreign objects that are contaminating the timeline, your usual mission briefing documents, expenses paperwork, filling citations after giving them so that fines department knows who to acquire from."

Weyland has heard of fun.

Honestly.

He just has different ideas of fun.

"It's a lot different from what I'm used to." Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, he supposes. This is probably a good time to disappear from Houston, given what just happened with Bobby, and the fact that everyone thinks he had something to do with what happened to Darryl.

"Gil Harris."

"That is what this is called? A 'ship'?" ne asked curiously, peering over the edge. Apparently heights don't bother nem in the slightest. Then ne settled to sit across from her, offering her a gentle smile. As gentle as one can when one's teeth are jagged and sharp like a mouthful of broken glass, anyway.

"So you don't know where we're going either... Do you know anything at all?" It's a genuine question, not a sarcastic jibe. Ne means to ask if she knows anything about the situation. "It's very bright up here..."

It would be a fair inference to guess that ne means 'above ground' rather than in the sky in particular.

That was going on his Hall of Fame list of most dramatic entrances to this place yet. Pregnant woman, nearly due, and with injuries both fresh and old? Those few hours getting her stabilised and the contractions stopped went on Ratchet's list of Exciting Times in the ER.

But that was then and this was now, and he wasn't necessarily looking for her, more like taking the opportunity whenever it appeared. She wasn't Carly, he knew that, not with those marks, and the brand, and she didn't have the right accent, either. But still. She was here, with a baby due soon and didn't know a soul here. Fragging youngling protocols, still active after all these years.

He slid into a seat at a table near to Angharad's and cleared his throat.

"Angharad?"

The doctor. Not the Organic Mechanic, not the medicine man of her girlhood, but the doctor here. Kind hands instead of not uncaring. Kind eyes. Anger bubbling somewhere righteous and deep.

"Hello," she says, and pours him a glass of precious, precious water like the rules of hospitality still exist.

That's all she says, though. The next move is his.

"Basically." Jo doesn't sugar coat that kind of crap. It's hard enough when the multiverse decides it's going to fuck with you, take everything and give you almost nothing. Lying and covering it with candy coating, or promises of it being fine, or people being safe, does nothing for them. It'd be better to be angry and to get bitter at this happening if it left her on her toes for when the real games began.

Because they always, always do. Did. Had.

"You got a name?"

"Good to know." She nods a bit. She likes her, whoever this woman is. She's a straight shooter and doesn't candyass around with platitudes. That's a big approval in Krissy's book. She so hates it when people try to make things sound better than they are.

"Krissy, you?"

He'd gone to sleep with Claire curled against his side, and Ben splayed out on his chest making the soft, breathy snoring sounds of a sleeping toddler. The combined body heat was uncomfortable, but Galen hadn't wanted to move either of them when they were resting so well, so he'd endured it, and eventually drifted off to sleep himself shortly after the air conditioner clicked on.

When he awoke, it was cold. And he was alone.

By the time the ship landed, he was shaking, barely containing the storm of emotions inside of him; everyone on board was lucky, so very, very lucky he'd worked so hard to discipline himself, fought so hard to control the dark impulses he'd been raised on. At the docks, he stumbled away from the crowd, more wounded animal than man, chest tight and aching. The brave, foolish soul that attempted to hand him his communicator and map found themselves unable to breathe as Galen lifted his hand and used the Force to crush their throat.

"Where," he began in a low, panting growl, "is my son?!"

Edited 2016-04-26 22:39 (UTC)

"Stop that!"

She doesn't know either of them, except she does. Someone to help or do the dirty work, and a raging man all fired up with might and fury, like that justifies anything.

So the Splendid Angharad shouts with her own fury. Never mind that she's wearing nothing but filmy white cloth, never mind that her pregnant belly and the blood-soaked bandage on her calf hinders anything physical she might do. Never mind she's been a pampered treasure and she's dead, she should be dead.

The Splendid Angharad has had enough.

There was always a sense of excitement that seemed to grip the whole island(s) whenever people saw the boats starting to come in. For some, it was an interest to see who the new arrivals were and, for others, a hope that maybe they would see a familiar face from home.

By now, Claire didn't let herself have that kind of hope anymore. It wasn't because she thought that no one would come but it was just easier to deal with her life when she wasn't constantly waiting with bated breath. The whole thing was very exciting for Ben though. Not because he was looking for anyone but more because he had a childish fascination with flying boats. Claire couldn't blame him, of course. They were truly a sight to see and so she promised to take him down as soon as they saw the first one coming in.

Standing near the end of the docks, she smiled to herself as she held onto Ben's hand and watched him with amusement as he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. Even though there was a lot of confused and worried people coming off, he still seemed intrigued. Maybe it was because some of them might have a boat or a companion that would be amazing to his four year old eyes.

She was just about lean down and suggest they get some ice cream before the next boat came in but the she heard started gasps from a small group nearby. There was exclamations of surprise and someone yelling which made her tense in reaction. She figured that it was most likely because someone was upset. Not that she could blame them but it still made her worry.

"Ben, we should go." She started to nudge him sideways. She would have gone wading in to see what the problem was if she was alone but she couldn't risk Ben getting hurt. Still, she gave a sideways glance as the crowd parted a bit and she could see the source of the problem.

Then the whole world seemed to tilt and fall away.

It had been nearly four years since she had last seen him. Nearly four years since she had been in his arms, watching the way his eyes warmed or his face softened whenever he looked at her or the child they had created together. Nearly four years since it had all been ripped away from her and she felt like dying. Where she most likely would have given up if she hadn't had their son to live for.

"Momma?" Whether it was because he sensed the sudden flare of emotion from his mother or because her hand was suddenly tight around his own, Ben looked up at Claire as she stared at the man who was focused on one of the locals who had been trying to help him. "Momma, who is it?"

Claire opened her mouth and then closed it again. She couldn't be sure that her feet would work as it felt like her knees might buckle and give way but she managed to take a step or two ahead. Considering her grip on Ben's hand, he followed her dutifully but also because he was curious about the man who had his mother's focus.

"Galen?" Claire managed to find her voice then, sounding confused and concerned until she swallowed thickly past the lump in her throat. She wasn't sure if he could hear her but she knew she had to get his attention before he killed someone. "Galen!"

Obi-Wan had felt him in the Force before actually finding him on the island and when he saw Galen lashing out at the man who had greeted him, he pushed a wave of telekinetic energy at him to stop him.

"Galen! Stop!" He could explain it but it would take more than a few minutes to do that and take him to Ben and Claire. "Now!"

There are a great many people who come off the boats; a great many of them confused, angry, perhaps some in relief being able to escape some unknown horror that followed them.

And then there's this guy:

Numbly, Weyland stood holding the map and phone in one hand as if it were a dead rat by the tail, looking as if he'd gotten fired from a job without notice or been handed the worst assignment ever or had just walked into his own personal hell/nightmare.

Probably all three.

"Look at all this paperwork..." he moaned.

Jo hasn't been to this one before. The place. She's been making her rounds through the islands. Which had been going well enough, until she actually got side tracked into a project that's now going to take over everything, it seems. But lunch still has to happen, and Sam's home sleeping, which whenever he can get Jo is glad to give him the space for.

The cafe looks simple enough and she wanders up and over, at least hoping for a glance across the sitting people, to see what it might be offering, before heading in to get herself some food.

Edited 2016-04-27 02:42 (UTC)

"Jo. Harvelle." She doesn't need to say the last part. She knows that. She's years past anyone knowing it. But it's her blood and her life, and it's dust in her veins that will never come out. The echo of blood spilled and choices made, that are hers as much as everyone else's.

"I'm assuming you must be super new still." Because of the temper and surprise in it. "Today? Last few days?"

It had been an hour since Thor arrived, and he was... annoyed. Also, somewhat grumpy.

And possibly also lost.

This city was twisty, and the citizens were not help, as was true of their small phone, which was something like the Midgardian version he had gotten on Jane's advice. Why he needed another one, he did not know, but he had it. It seemed to be rather... small for his hands.

He sighed as he turned again, and walked toward another store. Perhaps here he could learn something useful, and even find directions to this home they had given to him, somewhere.

"This place is mad." His voice was low, and humming with energy, as he opened the door, and stepped in, then looked about. "Excuse me, but I seek directions and information. Could you assist me?"

Jane was enjoying a rare day off and the sunlight, too. So she decided it would be a good idea to go shopping. She needed books again, and maybe some more clothes. She wasn't expecting to find Thor there. Go get clothes, cone back with her boyfriend.

Jane moved quickly, going up to hug him from the back.

"Guess who?" She asked playfully.

The touch made him tense, but the feel and scent shocked him to the core, and the voice... that voice could be spoken softly across a crowded room and he would still know it. "Jane!"

Spinning in her arms, he caught her up in a hug and kissed her, his skin relishing the taste and feel of hers.

Wherever he was, she was there, and that meant he was home.

She squealed a little in surprise, but he was there, kissing her. So she did what she had been dying to do since he went back to Asgard, and that was to kiss him back with all her feelings for him coming through her kiss. She didn't care her feet were dangling in the air, Thor was here.

"Hi. I missed you," she whispered, pulling back just enough to talk, eyes bright with joy.

"I missed you, too, Jane." His breath was warm, and scented of mint, and he grinned as he nipped her nose, eyes dancing with joy. The very room seemed to fade for him, and he held her, very aware of her against him, and of it being long since he had last held her.

"You are here. I need nothing else." The words were soft, and needed no emphasis, for they seemed to drift up from somewhere deep in him. A tremble ran through him, and faded, and he smiled wider. She was here. He did, however, allow her feet to touch the ground again. Twas only fair.

She nods and commits that name to memory. She likes her already, and she at least gave her real answers, however utter crap they were. She respects that.

"Yeah, I just got here," She jerks a thumb over her shoulder, "they gave me the welcome speech and whatever, but it sounded like bullshit. Glad I found you instead."

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