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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

[starktomboy]

Arya had been pacing the beachy shore, looking for shells to bring back to Sansa. Little sparkling ones that had flecks in them that shone and some duller ones with spiraling shapes - they didn't have things like that in Winterfell. Nymeria had been following her until she stood stock still, nose pointed in the direction of the shore as she bowed her head forward slightly, ears flat and tail swaying behind her raised hindquarters.

"Nymeria, come!" Arya called to her wolf as she stayed there with her tail swaying and her mouth parted. She was bigger than Arya remembered in person but she had seen her in dreams. Her pack had been glorious but now she was home with her true pack. She was home with Arya.

"Nymeria, come!" Arya called again but this time the wolf didn't listen, darting towards the shore. Arya bolted after her, swearing in Common Tongue and Valyrian as she went. Her wolf could be unruly at times, not unlike the girl who claimed her. "Nymeria you can't chase the damned-"

Whatever she'd been about to say died on her lips.

"Father" She remembered wishing to the Old Gods every night since to make her father come back to her. She'd asked Thoros if he could bring back a man without a head but he'd told her he couldn't. Only Beric Dondarion was allowed the privilege apparently. She wasn't No One. In her heart she had always been Arya Stark of Winterfell, Daughter of the North - Daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark. She had wished every night, chanting the names of those who had wronged their family, that she could have the power to bring back her parents. She prayed every single night, even here, for her parents and Robb and their little brothers.

"Father-!!" Arya hadn't even realized she'd been running all the way to him, nearly slipping and falling in an ungraceful mess as she did. That wouldn't be befitting of a Faceless Man. It didn't take her long to go running straight into his arms, throwing her own around him. She practically lept into them when she was close enough.

[a_deadman]

In the short hours since his arrival, Eddard Stark was trying desperately to piece it all together; to understand how it was that he'd been granted this second chance. By whom and why? As he stood on the shore, Ned could only reach one conclusion:

That the Gods had decided it.

It's at that same moment when he hears the sound of his name on the wind; a voice he knows well and could pick out across any of the Seven Kingdoms. Or even the Narrow Sea, he was sure of it. Ned turned his head, eyes urgently searching for the tiny girl with Stark brown hair and beautiful big eyes. Once more, tears pricked his eyes. Emotion high for so many reasons, but most of all because he's been allowed this.

He smiled so hard his cheeks immediately began to hurt and a soft, happy laugh escaped into into her shoulder.

"Gods be good," he spoke, only barely above a whisper. "Arya, my sweet daughter."

[starktomboy]

She couldn't form words, her throat constricting as the grief of the last three years welled up. It hurt so much that she thought her chest might cave in and she'd stop breathing. The sound of his voice was a thousand knives and the songs of birds in one breath. Every night she saw in her minds-eye the crowd in front of Baelor's statue. She saw her father standing up there, haggard and wrong looking. Sansa stood not far away, trying her best to look brave and all Arya had wanted to do was run up to the both of them. She remembered the hushed sigh that fell afterwards when they'd cut off his head, though she hadn't seen what had happened.

Instead of speaking, an unintelligible broken sob spilled out, followed by more and followed still by tears. She remembered being very young, when even a scraped knee brought tears to her eyes and when Jon wasn't there to comfort her it was always her father. He had always been gentle, always encouraging her despite the fact that there were expectations upon her to be a certain way. She had told him once that being a lady, marrying a lord and overseeing his castle, was not for her. It hadn't been her then and it wasn't her now. Crying all over your father probably wasn't very ladylike but she did it anyway.