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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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Bran couldn't believe it either. It had been so long since he'd seen any of his family. Both his parents and his sisters were gone by the time he woke, along with Jon. Robb had left soon after leaving him with just Rickon and they'd departed who knows how long ago. So despite usually hating Arya's treatment of his hair, he allowed it for now. He was in a strange land but he had some family and it meant everything to him.

Once he'd been disentangled from his sister, he reached out to give Nymeria some attention as well. Until Arya's words sunk in. "Summer's here?" Having his own direwolf would be a comfort here. He could roam in Summer's skin and feel free even if he wasn't.

Realising what Arya was doing, and what the wheeled chair was capable of, he showed her the map. "I think I'm supposed to go here?" Would that be where Summer was? Or other members of their family? It was almost too much to hope for after everything that had already happened.

Nymeria followed beside them, close enough that Bran could reach out and touch her fur if he wanted. She was rather large compared to the last time he saw her - close in size to Summer. When Bran held up the map, Arya leaned in and nodded. That was the place she had been sent to as well, where younger 'children' were sent. She and Bran were far from children, after everything they'd seen. Sansa was lucky that she didn't have to go. She and Jon worked while Arya barely tolerated school.

"Sansa found Lady when she arrived and I found Nymeria, so yes. Did Lady's bones make it home? Before... before what happened to it." She wouldn't say 'Before you and Rickon were murdered'.

"Nymeria, go find Summer. Bran and I are going to Sansa's room to wait for her." That and she felt more comfortable there. Sansa had decorated it well enough to look like home. Sansa may not find them until later, but it didn't matter. Bran could rest, or she could wheel him around some more. Whatever he liked, really.

Bran did keep a hand close to Nymeria. He felt safer being close to his sister's direwolf. While, in his heart, he would prefer Summer, he knew that if it came to it, Nymeria would protect him just the same.

"Sansa is here?" He asked, trying to keep the excitement from his voice. So much had happened since they were those carefree children playing the courtyard of Winterfell, he didn't want to hope for more family. If need be, Arya would be enough. And yet he couldn't help but ask. "Anyone else?"

He watched Nymeria go and while he was sad of her gone, her mission was important. Bran turned in the chair to try and face his sister while they talked but failed. Sighing, he nodded. "They did." He said, in answer to her question. "Not long after I woke."

"She is. And Jon." She ruffles his hair, not unlike how Jon would do if he were here. For now, it was just the two of them and his chair with wheels. She would let Sansa or Jon explain their aunt to him. Arya still was rather sour about their first meeting. She tried not to let it show on her face, lest he came to the wrong conclusion.

Focusing on wheeling him off of the beach and into town, Arya put a bit more effort into the chair, due to the sand. It clung to the wheels and it clung to her shoes. She wouldn't have trouble navigating once they were away from the beach. She let him ask questions while she wheeled him along, navigating until they found Sansa's residence. Getting him upstairs would be trickier. She hadn't thought of that.

"I haven't seen any of you in so long." It was so nice to do so. All three of them had left at the same time and he'd been stuck in Winterfell.

He let Arya wheel him wherever she wanted to go. He was just happy to have some more family around him than just Hodor or Summer. This was his sister. And his other sister and his brother were here. The beach was nice but he noticed it was hard on the wheels. And then they were at a house.

"This is where Sansa lives?"

"Yes. Maybe we can find you your own room when we all have somewhere to live together." Arya stays put for a moment, contemplating what to do. She can't push the chair thing up the stairs but she could try to carry him on her back. He would hate it, but she wouldn't let it be for long.

"Here. Grab my shoulders." She crouches in front of him, facing away but sitting close enough for him to lean forward and grab on while she lifted when he could get his arms around her neck. It wouldn't be as easy as Jon or Robb but she could still try to lift him. He was her little brother and she'd do what she had to.

TDM!

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