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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

[unlucky13]

"I'll shove it up your arse, is what I'll do with it," she growled. "I know you're my stupid brother, I'm not going to hurt you."

Despite threats of arse-shoving. But that's practically friendly for an irritated McCallum!

She didn't bother making herself look like an idiot, flailing and trying to reach the knife. She pulled her arm back in and waited, eyes narrow.

[crowschild]

The knife is handed back, though the shit eating grin is put on his face for just a moment. Upper hand man. Upper hand. He is totally a mature adult. Really.

"Of course you're going to try and hurt me. I'm your brother; it's what we do."

It really is friendly. She didn't even threaten to kill him.

"Speaking of family... there's someone else here from home." Which will be an interesting meeting.

[unlucky13]

She took it and made it disappear under her school blazer, then pinched his arm. Because he was right, it was just what they did.

"Oh? Who?" She did not allow her heart to leap at the possibility that it might be Dara--no, not even in a not-faerie-sort-of-faerie world... but it might be. She casually adjusted her backpack strap, trying not to look invested.

[crowschild]

After swatting at her, he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. The not invested look ... well... he hates having to break the hope (he knows that not look... the one she got on their birthday every year whenever someone came to the door. Even though she knew he was in the Grove)

"Your niece. Her name is Ceilidh; Siobhan is her mum."

It's not Dara but he is curious to see how she'd react. Because he's an ass, even to his sister who is now really younger than him.

[unlucky13]

Of course it wasn't Dara. She was an idiot. She nodded, then made a face. "Siobhan had a sprat? How old is she? I mean, you're ancient now so she could be anything..."

Because the best way to move on is to be an ass right back.

[crowschild]

Honestly he doesn't blame her or anything like that. He still has those hopes and things. And in a strange place like this ... who knew?

Ha. Ha. Hah.

"I'm not even forty yet. She has two. Ceilidh is five. Simon's eight. Sean has three of em. But he lives in Dublin so I don't see them as often."

Suddenly, Rory's worried about what will happen if Ceilidh sees Grace like this. It's one thing if it's just him and her or even if Grace was her expected age but he didn't know if the little girl could handle such an upset. She was only five... and probably wouldn't be able to understand. He didn't think that she really understood what was going on now either.

[unlucky13]

"Oh, you're not even forty yet, you're just a baby." Please note the layers upon layers of sarcasm.

"So what happens to me?" It's more of a demand than a question. She wants to know, dammit, even if she's sure Rory will just bug her some more rather than telling her straight out. "Have I gotten murdered by falling anvils yet?"

[crowschild]

"Talia's the old one. She's got grey in her hair even." There's a sniff. There might be an age difference but some things never change.

"No. You're fine. You've not gotten murdered by falling anvils." He hesitates for a moment and then adds, "You end up doing what everyone thought Talia would."

[unlucky13]

"Oooh, I think I see a strand..." She went up on her toes--ugh, when did he grow?--and tugged a piece of Rory's hair. "Right there."

Her face did a complicated reaction to that that she tried and mostly failed to lock down. She adored Talia, of course, practically hero-worshipped her. And it was good to know that she hadn't died in a stupid accident or anything. "Freelance heroing? That's... wicked, I guess."

[crowschild]

In about two years he really shoots up. Though he was already taller than her at her age. "Lies. I'm too lucky to go grey so early." He swatted her hand away.

"A bit more than freelance heroing." He bit his lip wondering if he should tell her. Ah well. Fuck the time line. It's not like he thinks that stuff is real or anything like that. "You find Dara."

[unlucky13]

Grace wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to keep breathing. That was one of her daydreams--finding Dara, bringing him home, being the bearer of good luck for once. It was hard to believe that it would actually happen. Not that he'd said when, or if Dara was alive, or--or anything, really, just that she found him. But she couldn't help imagining everything spiraling out from there.

There were too many questions to ask so she just nodded rapidly, tucking her head down while she tried to process which one wanted to come out first.

[crowschild]

If Grace was the hugging sort of person, Rory might have hugged her. Except it would be weird because she's also so young. Instead he just rocked back on his heels and waited.

He's not going to give her more.

It should be enough of a thingy to help her get through everything though.

[unlucky13]

Okay. Okay. She could deal with this and she probably looked like an idiot. She unlocked her arms from around her body and looked up at Rory with a smile. "That's... good news. Great. Brilliant."

She still needed some time to process it, so she decided to change subjects. "If it's just you and, uh, Ceilidh here, who's taking care of her?"

[crowschild]

"Yeah." Everything else, not so brilliant. But at least he's found.

And there's a fun question. "She's at school. They have one here. It took me two weeks to actually get her to stay and not break out. Even then I have to work there for the occasional tries."

[unlucky13]

"Soooo how much tape does it take to get her to stay?" Because Grace definitely remembered taping up Kale and Trever in a closet. More than once.

[crowschild]

Kale and Trever totally deserved to be tapped up.

"Quite a bit. Though she's making some friends there so she's more interested in staying. Thank the Morrigan they're good children who don't believe in breaking out."

[unlucky13]

Absolutely.

"Well, that must make things easier. Unless they're just waiting for your guard to drop so that they can make a successful attempt."

[crowschild]

Anyone who says otherwise clearly has no idea what they're talking about.

"Possibly. Possibly. Hopefully not," he said, perfectly willing to allow such a thing.

"I'm just not sure how we're going to introduce you to her."

[unlucky13]

"Telling her a lie seems likely to spiral out of control really fast. I mean, I'm not sure I understand how you got so old without me, so I can see where a five-year-old would have trouble, but lying to family usually ends up with someone dumped in the midden. Either literally or metaphorically."

She shrugged, her voice picking up a bit of amusement. "But since you're so responsible now, I'm sure you'll come up with a better idea."

[crowschild]

"I didn't get old without you! You're the same age as me! Not... you... but when I left home you were still my age. But yes, lying is out of the question. I guess we can coach it in terms of fairy. She's been sort of relating this as if we were in some weird part of fairy."

The look Rory gives Grace couldn't be any flatter if it were one dimensional but the he brightened up at as an idea struck him.

"If I'm the responsible adult, that means you get babysitting duty for Ceilidh."

[unlucky13]

"Do you really want to give me unsupervised supervision of a kid, Rory? The house would probably burn down with both of us in it." Everything that could go wrong would go wrong, they both knew that. And when there was a kid involved, that was just... not a great idea.

[crowschild]

"Someone needs to watch her!" He ran his hands through his hair, a bit of mad desperation in his eyes. The sort that said he's being a responsible adult but it's really wearing on him.

"I can't! We've been here for two months! Two months without any relief! Not you or mum or Siobhan or Grady or anyone at home. And you know normal baby sitters can't handle us properly."

Dropping his hands his shoulders slumped.

[unlucky13]

"Look on the bright side." She patted Rory's shoulder cheerfully. "If I babysit by myself, we'll probably both die and you'll be free of your cares."

She was sympathetic, it wasn't easy to look after a McCallum child, but she didn't want to do it either.

[crowschild]

Snorting, Rory said, "Are you kidding? Can you imagine what Siobhan would do to me if I got one of her kids killed? Or Mum if you or Ceilidh died on my watch?"

It would be painful.

Very. Very. Painful. On so many different levels of pain.

Some especially created just for him.

In very interesting ways.

[unlucky13]

"Well, it wouldn't be your watch, it'd be my watch. And I'd be dead, and in some fairy otherworld, so they wouldn't be able to get me." She grinned up at him. "So really you'd be fine. I'm sure you could explain it to them."