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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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Hawkeye Pierce | M*A*S*H

[hawkeyepierce]

1. Deployment

He wasn't expecting it to be so sunny. Korea was sunny, but dusty too, so there was normally something blocking the intense glare of the sun. There wasn't that here. He raised a hand to his eyes, shielding them as he peered around the dock. Fancy buildings, lots of boats, people loading and unloading. And a group making a bee-line for him.

He wasn't expecting them to speak English, so that's a surprise. But the fact is, none of them actually tell him where he is, or how he got there, and after pressing something about the size of a Red Cross parcel into his hands, they're off to speak to someone else looking just as confused.

He looks down at the parcel, opening the lid. There's a folded piece of thick paper and a funny black box. He's not sure about the box, but he takes the paper and shoves everything else into his medical bag.

"Oh goody, a map." He says, and then looks around, trying to get someone's attention. "Excuse me, excuse me, there's a problem." He says, pointing to the map. He doesn't understand any of it, but he skipped out on map-reading in the Boy Scouts to kiss Sarah Leowitz. "This doesn't look like Korea?"

3. The Life And Seoul of the Party

Sometimes the brain just shuts down and you got through the motions. There are things you can't understand or explain and so instead of trying, the brain just suspends its disbelief. Hawke knew that. He wasn't a psychiatrist but when you'd worked in an active War Zone, you saw that sort of thing a lot. Mostly it was guys who had lost friends, or limbs that went into a sort of shock. He'd experienced it himself to a lesser degree.

Now though? Now he was being passed a glass of something by a nice attractive young lady as unfamiliar music played. It wasn't unpleasant. He couldn't actually, you know, complain. But no one had explained anything to him, had done more than hand him things and then shoo him away. He'd found his way to the bar because, well, that's what you did. Off duty? Find a bar. Then a girl.

The girl who had given him the drink was gone though. And there was a lot of people around, none of them wearing exactly the same sort of clothes. None of them wearing army fatigues either. "Looks like it's just you and me," He said to the drink, and took a swallow.

The coughing fit seemed to last a long time. He should have been used to nearly neat alcohol. But whatever this was, it wasn't like anything out of a still back home. Someone was patting his back. "Thank- Thank you. I thought I was a goner."

[trueloveskid]

She might not be one of the natives, and therefore still "new" here, even if she was part of the first wave of new arrivals, but she has figured out when the new arrivals tend to show up. They all have, and the police officers have started working it into their patrols to be on hand when the new ones arrive. To answer questions or to put an end to any problems, whichever one is necessary.

Hawkeye is no more confused than any other new arrival is, but she happens to overhear his question. She wonders why he's looking for Korea; she doesn't think it's a very popular tourist destination. "That's because it's not."

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawke spins on his heel to look at the young lady, a bright and flirtatious grin appearing on his face. "Well, that's another point in its favour." He says, "Another point for being the current location of the loveliest lady I've seen all day." It's not the best line, he knows it, but he's not at his best right now. He feels like a house has dropped on him, and maybe it has. Maybe this is some strange, strange dream.

"So I guess I have to ask, where am I?" He gestures at the map and then to the gaggle of locals, "The Welcoming Committee didn't actually say." Or if they did, they mentioned it in passing. He really doesn't know, and he's damned if he recognises it. But he hazards a guess. "Europe?"

[trueloveskid]

Really? Why does everyone always start a conversation in that way? What is it about her that she gets that kind of attention? That's just going to earn him a look and get no reply.

"Not Europe either. Nowhere you've ever heard of before." At least she's assuming he hasn't, or he probably wouldn't be so confused.

[hawkeyepierce]

"Oh, well that isn't hard. My knowledge of geography just about covers Maine and a few square miles of Korea." He says dryly, going back for another sip of his drink.

"My guess is you've been here a while? Got settled down, know where things are, have a few friends?" Hawkeye continues, "So you might like to take a nice, lost doctor under your wing, help him until the US Army hauls him back for the rest of the War. They don't like you to leave early once you've bought a ticket."

[trueloveskid]

"We're definitely not in Maine anymore." Yes, we. Almost like she's been there herself.

She taps the badge clipped to her belt. "No drinking on duty. I can help you find your way though. That map should show you which house is yours."

[hummerdoc]

Ratchet was sitting next to the man coughing over his whiskey, and apparently he wasn't quite used to a proper drink anymore.

He shrugged with a smile. "Not a problem. Recent arrival?"

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawke managed to gasp a breath, looking at the contents of his glass in confusion. It was true, he'd not had real alcohol in weeks, months really, because a few measures out of Potter's cabinet didn't count. And what Rosie served was actually paint stripper.

"Today," He says, once his voice is his own again, before taking a second, more careful swallow. "You know, they don't show this bar on the map. The first thing I wanted when I came off the boat was a drink. They should have thought of that."

[hummerdoc]

"Probably because most of them will head straight here if they knew. May I ask where you were before waking up in the boat?"

Ratchet sipped at his drink, vodka, neat.

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawke shrugs. He doesn't see what's wrong with that. Like when he first found himself in Korea, he found out where the bar was. Then his bunk. It seemed like the best way to do things. This place was no different, although there seemed to be less Mortar fire, from what he'd seen so far.

"In the middle of no-where, Korea." He says, going for another swallow of his own drink. "No one has actually told me where here is, either. How's a guy meant to forward his mail?"

[hummerdoc]

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're not even on Earth anymore." Ratchet said with a look. "I don't think we can get mail forwarded here."

He shook his head. "Name's Ratchet, by the way. I'm a doctor at the clinic here, and I woke up on the same flying boat you did. Or similar, about a month or so ago."

Re: Hawkeye Pierce | M*A*S*H

[hartdoctor]

Zoe was standing by the bar, trying to unwind after a long day at the hospital. A nice tall glass of wine was just what the Doctor ordered if she does say so herself.

The coughing fit catches her attention. "Raise your hands up," She ordered as she started slapping Hawkeye on the back soundly.

"Are you alright?"

[hawkeyepierce]

Raise your hands up? He looks around, perplexed. Who says that to someone coughing up their lungs? It's what you should do, he knows, he's a doctor. But even he never says that to anyone. Margaret probably does. And it sounded very much like her- ordered and efficient, without even the hint of bedside manner.

He nods at her question even so, and wonders if she's trained as a nurse. An army nurse, for that matter. "What do they put in this stuff, real alcohol?" He asks, looking at the remaining liquid in his glass. Maybe it was real. Or maybe it was just a lot, lot worse than the stuff out of his still. He wasn't sure yet.

"Thanks for saving my life." He adds, "It'd be just my luck to escape the war and die in a bar. The name's Hawkeye. What's yours, nurse?" He says nurse jokingly, a smile on his face. She's not actually a nurse, obviously.

[attilathenurse]

"I never thought I'd see the day Hawkeye Pierce couldn't hold a drink. Too smooth for you?"

If her tone sounded somewhat acidic, Margaret was, at least, patting his back and watching to make sure he hadn't done himself any damage. She did not want to end up having to work out what to do with him in an actual emergency in this place. He was, after all, the first familiar face she'd seen here, and even if there were plenty of times Hawkeye wasn't the person she'd wish for by her side, he was at least familiar.

And, true to form, apparently trying to get drunk. In hindsight, Margaret should have known that she would find Pierce here, if anywhere. She just hadn't been looking for him, because she'd thought she was the only person here from the 4077th. Or, apparently, from the entire United States Army.

She wasn't used to that not meaning something.

[hawkeyepierce]

The shudders go through him for only a second longer before his breathing is normal again. Almost normal, because that sounded exactly like - "Margaret!" The joy and happiness in his voice are almost unbelievable. Sure sure, he saw her only yesterday but since then the whole world has turned upside down. She might not have been his first choice for companions from home, but she is more than welcome.

"Margaret you are a beautiful sight for sore eyes!" He says, "I could kiss you- is Frank around? Then I might kiss you!" But he knows better than to try it. Margaret doesn't let you flirt with her, never mind touch her, unless all the walls are down. Right now he knows the walls are all up. So far up.

"When did you get here?" He asks, because she doesn't look like she only just stepped off the boat. Then again, this is Margaret. There's never a hair out of place or a button missing. If there was, the world would be about to end.

Re: Hawkeye Pierce | M*A*S*H

[bjhunnicutt]

Bj just stands at the bar watching his friend, a fond smile on his face. "You see I heard this joke.... A guy walks into a bar in Korea.... and ends up God only knows where..." He left the one-liner hanging there.

He could fully admit his relief at seeing Hawkeye again, but it hadn't been that long since they had said farewell.

"You know when we said so long I thought there would be more time till I saw you again."

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawkeye hardly believes his eyes. Or his ears. "Beej!" He manages, voice strained from the coughing, and gets up. The bar isn't busy, so at least he doesn't have to fight anyone to get through to his friend, wrapping his arms around him. He'd been certain he wasn't going to see any of them again, ever.

"What are you drinking?" He asks, having left his own glass back at his seat, and it can stay there. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

Then he cottons on to what BJ's said, and frowns at him. They hadn't said goodbye. Why would they say goodbye? The last time Hawke had seen his friend had been the Swamp- BJ had been writing home and Hawke was going out to the showers. "What do you mean, 'so long'?"

1 - because while she would get drunk, this is more fitting...

[kaylinneya]

She had been one of the confused people milling about. She took her package with a scowl, and swore under her breath when the person who had given it to her rushed off. Something about overactive foundlings who clearly need a den mother.

The woman was on the short side, and a weird anachronistic mix of time and wealth. Because time wise, she did not belong to Hawkeye's time. At all. Not going by the chain and leather armor, and the daggers. But at least that all more or less went together on her. But somehow she managed to look as poor as those he saw regularly displaced by the war, while wearing what looked like a bracelet that would have beggared Charles to own. She looked like someone who didn't care for her appearance at all, given the rumpled crushed wrinkled look to the long sleeves of the linen shirt that showed under chain and leather armor, and the equally crushed tabard with the golden Hawk over it, and the messy hair pulled back roughly with a chewed up stick. Except she had what looked like a very delicate tattoo of a flower on her face. A poisonous one at that. Deadly Nightshade.

And none of that, antique gold bracer with gems, crumpled clothing armor, solid boots, daggers on either hip... went with the cat sized semi-translucent dragon looking thing that was sitting on her shoulder, eating her hair. She opened the package about the same time he was opening his. "A map," she said dryly, staring at it. Then she swore creatively in at least a half dozen languages, at least one of which sounded like a spitting cat.

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawkeye feels like swearing himself, because that's clearly what the well-armed young woman is doing, even though he doesn't understand any of the words, the intention is there. "I second that." He says, taking a few more steps up to her, turning the map around and around in his hands. He doesn't much like maps. He prefers just to find his way. Not that it's advisable in Korea, with the mines and the snipers and the bored MPs milling around. But there doesn't seem to be any of that here.

He looks around them, to see if the new arrivals are being shown through to some sort of training room, some sort of offices where they'll be given a proper explanation. Or at least some instructions. But clearly he's been in the army too long.

"Looks like we might be stuck in this together." He says, although he doesn't seem upset about this, after all, who can complain when you've got a pretty young woman as your companion? That's when he sees the dragon, a change in the light making it suddenly obvious, and the man in army fatigues leaps backwards. "Aggghh!"

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin glanced over as he spoke, one hand dropping to rest on the pommel of her dagger, her other arm holding, well, everything they just handed her. But one or both hands resting on her daggers is her at ease state, so it isn't MEANT to be alarming.

Stuck in this together? What was that supposed to mean? In her world there were many people who could read minds. It was not generally a power needed with Kaylin, since her expressions showed her thoughts quite openly. She never mastered to hide her feelings well, so the fact that her latest round of cursing was staying inside her mouth didn't make it any less obvious that she was confused and ****ed.

She had finally managed to swallow down the words she wanted to say, to try and chose ones, if possible, that were more diplomatic - and there were reasons she was kept away from people who required diplomacy as often as Iron Jaw could manage - when he cried out and leapt backwards.

She dropped the stuff she had been given there, drawing both daggers as she turned to face whatever he had seen and saw... just more people like them, milling about. She swore, turning back to him, rising from the crouch she had dropped into. "What the ****s?" she asked, bluntly.

There were reasons she hadn't been on the case with the missing money. Only some of them involved the possible end of the world.

[hawkeyepierce]

Daggers? Daggers were strange, but they weren't too far removed from the knives that some GI's carried, especially out in Korea. The weird armour? That was weird. Pretty damn weird, but he could have dealt with the armour if there hadn't been the lizard.

It had to be a lizard because dragons weren't real. Lizards didn't normally come with wings, and you couldn't normally sort-of see through them, but his brain refused to accept anything else.

He didn't even notice the attractive curve of her body when she crouched down, which really did say something about his state of mind at that moment. Normally, Hawke was all for noticing how pretty anatomy could be. He didn't even notice the swearing, his attention, and gaze, still firmly on the lizard. He was just going to call it a lizard. Lizard was easiest.

"That. I... where we come from, they don't have wings." He managed, although the first word came out as a croak. And then, pulling himself together, he got up off the cobbles. "Sorry. Been a long day. Very long. I, er," He paused again, still watching the lizard, "I'm Benjamin Pierce. But everyone calls me Hawke. Or Hey you!."

Not his best ever joke, but it helped him find his smile again, even if it was a little fragile.

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[badpuns]

Hanging around the dock when the boat docks to see who the new arrivals are is a new tactic for Balthazar. There seems to be a lot of people coming here from back home, and this seems like a good way to avoid surprises, both pleasant and unpleasant, creeping up on him.

Today, though, there's no one he knows from home, so when Hawkeye tries to catch the attentions of one of the locals as they move on to greet the other new arrivals, Balthazar takes pity on him. Maybe it's just been a good day, maybe it's the military greens - he's a soldier, too, of an entirely different sort - whatever it is, he turns around and leans lazily against the rail with an easy smile. "You're not in Korea. Welcome to Medietas."

[hawkeyepierce]

Hawkeye is more than willing to approve the figure talking to him, if only because he seems to be offering answers when no-one else around is prepared to.

"Medietas?" He repeats, the word unfamiliar on his tongue. "Is that one of those little Greek islands...?" It probably wasn't. This place didn't look Greek, and he'd seen photographs of what Greece looked like. The buildings weren't right. "Please tell me this is a coma fantasy."

Of course, that was unlikely, there was no evidence that coma fantasies were real, although the unconscious brain almost certainly did dream while in a comatose state. Why come up with this though? When not dream about a hot girl making drinks?

[badpuns]

Balthazar shrugs, "It's a Latin word. We're certainly not in Greece, though, or anywhere else I imagine you'd find familiar." He gestures around vaguely, "none of us know where we are, exactly. Just we all arrived on the same boat that brought you here."

He grins as Hawkeye mentions the possibility of a coma fantasy. His first thought was along similar lines - was this where angels went when they died? Especially after finding Gabriel here. "Well, the drinks taste real enough to me, and they expect us all to find jobs to support ourselves, beyond the first month. So if that's so, it must be some dream."

[hawkeyepierce]

That was not what Hawkeye had been hoping to hear. He turns, looking around at the sea, the docks and then the buildings of the town. This was it then. Maybe it was a coma fantasy. If that was the case, there was nothing he could do about it- just sit back and enjoy it while his body sorted itself out.

He looks back to the man when drink is mentioned. "I'm hoping you know somewhere that serves drinks?" He says, because he could really do with one, real or not. "Lots of drinks?"

Then maybe he can think, and the world might stop spinning. Even if it doesn't, he might feel better about it spinning.