TDM!

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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]

Her feet were moving before she realized it, charging towards him as she had often done when he returned from visiting Lord Arryn and Robert Baratheon. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, falling rapidly down her cheeks. It was open, so many people could see her weakness, but it was lost in the haze of her thoughts.

The gods had brought her brother to the island. He was truly here! After so many days of useless praying and waiting, all of it had been rewarded and the person she loved best, aside from Rhaegar, was with her at last!

She threw herself in his arms, hold tightly to him as though he could disappear. There were hiccuping sobs, muffled by his broad shoulders. He was taller than her now, stouter than she remembered, but the smell was entirely Ned, that leather and horse smell that took her back to Winterfell.

"I can't believe it!" She whispered, staring up at him. "It's really you!"

[a_deadman]

It took entirely too long to get to her, but as soon as she was right in front of him, as soon as her arms were around him, tears welled in his eyes and there was no holding back the choke of emotion that stole from his throat.

Ned held onto his sister for dear life. Tighter than he probably intended to, but it had been so very long since his eyes saw hers and words could not properly express how much he'd missed his sister.

"Tell me this is true. Tell me I am not dead or dreaming." Ned pleaded, finally pulling back to see her face. To hold it in his weathered, tired old hands.

It was really her.

His eyes roamed her face. She was so alive. "How is this even possible?"

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Her hands covered his, feeling the callouses gathered on his fingers and the coarseness of his skin. They were like her father's hands, older than her own, and toughened from so many years of Northern weather. There was strength in him, more muscles than the young man she remembered possessed. He had always shown promise to look like a true Northern lord, but there was no mistaking him now for anything else.

Her heart thrummed loudly in her chest, frantic with excitement and joy. It felt as though she had finally come to life. All of the sorrow and pain she felt, the guilt over her actions and how it effected her family, it lessened at just seeing him again.

"It's true," she nodded emphatically, swallowing back her tears. "This place is magic, I think? It's brought people from different worlds, different times. Your daughters are here, as is Rhaegar and his sister, a sister that wasn't even born from what I remember. I don't know how to explain it, but I don't care."

She grinned, "I don't care about how the magic works. It brought you here! I prayed for this!"

[a_deadman]

It delighted him to see the way her eyes lit up; the way each word was punctuated with with a rush of need. As if she had to say it all at once in one long breath for fear that he would disappear before her very eyes. Just like when she was younger and had to get it all out before their father turned the corner and showed his disapproval.

But at Lyanna's list, Ned's smile faltered.

"Sansa and Arya are here?" Ned asked, instinctively looking up to do a quick search of the faces around them, hoping to see them, though he only only spares a moment before the rest of what she tells him catch up with the rest of his brain and he looks back at her.

Magic.. Rhaegar and his sister..

"Rhaegar Targaryen is here?" Ned spoke, his tone far more neutral that it touched on unnerving. But given everything that had gone on - back in Westeros and now here - it was all a little too dreamlike and dizzying to really absorb it seriously. At any moment, he expected to wake up.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She knew that look of concern on his face. She hadn't had the chance to see him as a father, but he'd cared for his younger siblings with all the love and gentleness as a parent. After their mother died, it had been Ned who shouldered their pain and calmed them during the night. He had been more of a father to them during that time than Rickard Stark. His sorrow overshadowing the needs of his children. Ned, instead, set aside his own grief, keeping it buried within, and focused on Lyanna and Benjen.

She had never forgotten that or the gratitude she felt for his care.

"They are. Sansa might be at the Red Bodice, she works as a seamstress here. Arya might be roaming the woods with Nymeria." She hesitated before adding, "Jon Snow is here as well. He said that he is your son? Your bastard?" She said the words gently, afraid of upsetting him, but the question was clear. It was not like Ned to have a bastard. Their older brother, Brandon, perhaps, but never Ned.

Lyanna flinched, expecting disapproval at the mention of Rhaegar. She had born the complaints and accusations of the others in good stride, but hearing any from Ned would break her. If he were angry at her, she would dissolve into the tears that she tried never to shed. "Yes. Are you furious at me?"

[a_deadman]

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