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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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She glanced at him when he said the thing about trying to stop people from getting that far. "Me too," she said with a shrug, though there was a hint of grudging respect in her eyes, because Kaylin Neya can't keep a *** thought off of her face. "I said something like that to Red once." She was 14 for crying out loud. "He pointed out that if he can figure out how someone one died in time, we can find the killer and keep anyone else from winding up on a slab." She liked Red, oddly enough, though she had thought him a monster at first. But it was like they said in the fiefs, the dead don't care.

"Enlisted?" she asked with a frown, she knew the word; but it made no sense in this context. "If you want a job for money, be a merchant," she said, the sneer on her face at the word merchant was priceless. She ranked merchants somewhere near where she ranked magic. A thing she hated but sometimes was forced to admit the necessity or use of. She still hated both. Of course, between how little money she ever had to spend, and what her job was, most of her interactions with merchants - like most of her interactions with larger magics - involved a crime.

"Jobs like medics and Hawks are done because they need to be done. Or, if you're like Teela, because you're bored and ran out of siblings to murder," she muttered under her breath.

Hawkeye nods, that all seems very... police-y to him. That's how they work, isn't it? But forensic science isn't up to much where he's from, and it's always seemed like a waste of medical training. "I guess it depends- if you're a doctor with terrible bedside manner, at least dead patients can't complain."

He shakes his head, "That sounds a lot like hard work. Doctor's back home- if they aren't in the army- they get real rich real quick. Some of them don't even worry about making people better after that." But not all of them. His dad- he can't continue that thought. Not when a horrible black pit opens in his stomach. His dad.

"I..." Hawkeye began, but his trail of thought was gone. He could only vaguely recall what the girl had said, something about jobs and murder and he couldn't really form an answer. Not with everything crashing down around his ears.

Sounds like a job for Frank, then. She shrugged. "Moran is worse than the drill master, but when we're hurt, we wouldn't trade her for... no. when we're fine we wouldn't trade her for anything, when we're hurt we want to show her we aren't as **** fast as **** well possible," she amended.

She snorted. "Healers make good money, but they live in a pretty gilded cage and only heal at the whim of the emperor." Except for Kaylin. There were so many reasons her secrets needed to stay secrets. Her eyes flicked to her bracer then away. She was **** bad at secrets. Especially in emergencies.

"You... what?"

Listening to the girl was an education. She was maybe ten years younger than Hawke, and swore worse than any of the regular soldiers he'd ever met. Most of the navy didn't swear so much, if he was being honest about it. Still, it didn't offend him, it was just one of those quirks of speech, he guessed. He was going to start doing it to see how many words she could get through before cursing again.

"I was thinking about my dad." Hawkeye said, having taken a moment to collect himself. "And the people back home. Do they think I'm dead? Again? Are they looking for me?" He pushes his hand through his mop of dark hair, not really talking to her, more at her. "Look, I know this is all new to you too but I get the feeling where you came from wasn't much fun. I mean, I came from the middle of a war so maybe I'm the one that's nuts, but I'd like to find someone around here that can tell me where here is, and how I can get out of it!"

Edited 2016-05-22 10:45 (UTC)

"Last time I fell off the... Oh *****. Sorry, but no one is trying to eat us, we don't seem to be in danger, I sure as ****s would rather not try and call him to try to get us home. I'd rather not owe him anything more than I already do." Her expression was dark, and she kept her hands at her sides by sheer force of will; curling her fingers around the pommels of the daggers.

She sighed heavily and looked at him. "Dead again? How many times have you died?" Had he not been so clearly mortal, that would have worried her. But the undying weren't so.... well, she was pretty sure she could take him down. She didn't favor her odds one on one against the undying. Maybe this was some other magic. She really hated magic.

"If you were in the middle of a war, and now you're not, why the *****s would you want to go back?" She might have failed history, but that one seemed pretty obvious to her.

"Dead, me?" He shakes his head, "I wasn't ever dead, not even once. Not even if I look it in the morning. But someone filed some paperwork wrong, and suddenly my Dad thinks I'm dead, I don't get paid, nothing." The not getting paid was annoying, but his Dad's frantic call was worse. Not being able to get through to him for hours and hours...

And now maybe he thought his son was dead all over again. But this time, Hawkeye couldn't just pick up the phone and make a long-distance call back home.

"Because all the people I care about are still stuck in that war!" He doesn't mean to shout, not at her, not at anyone, but his nerves are frayed and he's frightened, and she's the only one there. "Why would I want to be here, wherever the hell this place is, while my friends are out there?" He gestures, although he has no idea which direction they're in, really. It's something to do, and he feels better for it. Not much, but a little.

She made a face, at the not getting paid bit. Clearly that would bother her more than the dead bit. Priorities are a bit of a thing, but she would be the first to point out that if she died, getting paid wouldn't matter.

She gave him such an odd look. "If you're going to waste your time and energy trying to get back because of that, wouldn't it be a **** of a lot more productive trying to spend that time and energy to bringing them HERE? You know, where immortals aren't trying to murder each other heedless of the mortals dying around them?" Okay, she wasn't sure if that was a FAIR description of the draco-barrani wars, but she failed history - as people keep reminding her.

TDM!

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