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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

[lil_snikt]

     "Yer the one who was starin'," the boy pointed out, although he didn't seem terribly put off by the tone of her response. "An' Stormy says I'm rude."

     He kicked his feet back and forth, heels bouncing off the steps as he took another huge bite of his apple, chewing noisily. "Since yer here, maybe you can tell me where this is. Or if you've seen my...friends, I guess." Team? Friends. Well, whatever. "They're all dressed funny, easy to spot." Speak for yourself, Wolvie.

[justonetouch]

"For all of five seconds." Maybe ten. Stormy... But that has to be a coincidence, Rogue thought, brushing thoughts of Storm from her mind. Still, it looked like he was new, and Rogue could understand the feeling, having gone through it just recently herself.

"Right now you're on the island of Aerilon. There's four other islands, one you've likely been assigned a house to." But that would be something that he would know, not her. "Uh, dressed funny isn't that helpful. All sorts of people here. Maybe if you had names or a better description?"

[lil_snikt]

     The kid puffed out his cheeks, clearly unconvinced. He eyed the core that was left soon after his snacking, tossing it over his shoulder. It bounced off the wall and tumbled to the side of the steps he sat upon, but he ignored it.

     "Where's this Aerilon place? Earth? Not-earth?" He could care less about houses right now, although the people that had first greeted him had been insistent on showing him to some housing for children. Wolvie sure gave them the slip though.

     "Okay, there's Storm, Petes, Havok, umm...Betsy, the two noisy ones- Dazzler an' Rogue, and Longshot," he rattled off names as he counted them off his fingers, going by whatever they tended to use with each other. Abruptly he pointed at the girl. "Rogue kin'na has that hair, 'cept her's is all poof."

[justonetouch]

"Your guess is as good as mine. Not earth though, as far as I can tell." Unless it was some Bermuda Triangle-like place. There was technology, but phones, planes? Nadda. And floating ships weren't exactly normal.

Storm again... And was Petes? Was that Colossus? And her own name... Her lips pursed. "Mah hair has never been poofy. Who the heck are you?"

[lil_snikt]

     Well, that was just great. This broad didn't know where they were either!

     "I'm not talkin' about your hair, I'm talkin' about Rogue's. ...she talks funny like that too, though. Her and Dazzler fight. Like, a lot. Mostly over Longshot."

     Snorting, the kid hopped to his feet. "Name's Wolvie. Who're you?"

[justonetouch]

"That is my name." Although Rogue paused, recalling Wanda. She had spoken of different universes, one where Rogue had been known to her, but Rogue didn't know of a Wanda at all.

"... Logan?" Because no way. There was no way that... No.

[lil_snikt]

     Hearing that doubt in her tone, he brought up his fists, popping his tiny but sharp claws with a *snikt*. Wolvie scrunched up his nose at the name, but he shrugged. "Sure, whatever. More used'ta Wolvie though."

     He tilted his head at Rogue, then began to circle her. "So which one're you?" he asked, sniffing. "You don't smell familiar. And shouldn't you be older than what's her face? Kitty."

[justonetouch]

"Holy moly..." Rogue was familiar enough with those claws, having had them in her (although by accident). She could recall asking Logan if they hurt, and easily recall some of the feelings that still lingered from his touches.

"Kitty and I are close in age." Not that she knew her exact birthday. And there might have been a bit of sourness in her voice, if only because what she had witnessed with Bobby. "But... How are you... Sorry. The Logan I know is a lot different."

[lil_snikt]

     "Maybe you're from a different place," Wolvie shrugged. His claws slipped back in as he folded his arms. "I never met the big Rogue anyway, but I figured she'd look more like the one I know. We were made by Mojo to replace youse since the X-Men died or something."

[justonetouch]

It was a bit funny to be called a big Rogue, as she still felt like a kid most of the time. She had no idea who Mojo was, although that wasn't surprising, but the fact that the X-Men had died out... Or something...

"Define made by?"

[lil_snikt]

     The tiny mutant shrugged. "I'unno! We were just there. I think it's like clones or somethin'. Tubbo's world in't exactly normal anyway."

[justonetouch]

And, Rogue wondered, were they all like him? It was a question she kept to herself. "Don't think there is anyone here. In fact, you're the only other mutant I've met here so far."

[lil_snikt]

     That didn't really say much of anything. Wolvie looked neither surprised nor worried about that piece of info. He did seem slightly disappointed, but he played it off with a shrug as he folded his arms in front of him.

     "Wonder how long that'll last. So what is this place anyway? It's so..." Well, he never really experienced normal before so he wasn't sure what applied. "...quiet."

[justonetouch]

"Quiet?" True, there wasn't several hundred thousand people walking around, but it wasn't like they were alone either. It made her wonder just what he meant by it. "Aerilon, although don't have much more info beyond that. One of the islands here."

[lil_snikt]

     No screaming, no being chased, no sense of someone spying on you- it was really strange to him. So yeah, quiet. Since when did people ever mind their own business?

     Wolvie made a face. "So we stuck here?"

[justonetouch]

"Yup. At least until someone finds a way out and shares it." It wasn't like there was a spot that said, out going travel here! Please have your tickets ready. "From what I can tell, the ships only bring people in. Never take people back out."

[lil_snikt]

     Poots. That just meant more waiting then. The kid seemed to perk a bit at what Rogue mentioned next. "Then why don't we steal one an' take it out?" he asked. Seemed simple enough to him.

[justonetouch]

"Right. Just take one. You have any idea how to sail a magical flying ship?" Hell. Even a normal ship would be hard enough, but Rogue had no idea how these ones even worked.

[lil_snikt]

     "I ain't even old enough to drive a car but I jacked the keys from a cop anyway," Wolvie countered, obviously not seeing a big problem with it. "In't X-Men s'pposed to improvise?"

[justonetouch]

"From a cop?" Stealing was bad enough, although Rogue had been on the run for a time and had a few five finger discounts, but never anything like that. "Improvise, yes, but you couldn't have improvised something less... law breaking?"

[lil_snikt]

     Wolvie shrugged. "Wasn't a real cop anyway," he noted, not that any of them had been aware of it at the time anyway, but Rogue didn't need to know that.

     "You do what'cha gotta do, don't ya? Anyway, not like we didn't have no adult supervision. Kitty was with us." Trying to hotwire the car. Trying being the operative term.

[justonetouch]

"And what do you call not a real cop then? Someone dressed up on Halloween?" Or a parking maid person, because as annoying as they might be, Rogue was fairly certain they were still real cops. They just didn't have any of the fun parts of the job.

"Depends. There are always different ways of doing some things." Although she would admit that at other times, you did do what you had to do.

[lil_snikt]

     "A spy? Mojo's minion in disguise? The bad guy?" The little mutant snorted, folding his arms. "Boy yer dumb."

     He rolled his eyes. "Sometimes you don't got time to do different." Or resources, but that was more a Storm-word than a Wolvie one.

[justonetouch]

"Nothin' dumb about it, considering I don't even know who this Mojo fellow is." Her lips pursed slightly. There were names that Rogue was familiar with, but that certainly wasn't one of them.

"But sometimes you do." She was thinking more about John than anyone else though. He always jumped to the extreme.

[lil_snikt]

     Wolvie abruptly squatted on the ground, relinquishing a claw to scratch out a rather crude rendition of the bloated media tyrant. It was pretty hard to tell what you were looking at, but the overall impression was a big fat...scorpion thing. It was hard to make out what were supposed to be wires and things coming out of his head, and some kind of mechanical (??) legs shoved beneath the blobby girth. He probably wouldn't have done much better with crayons.

     With a shrug he got up again, popping a claw on his other hand to sharpen the two against each other before he retracted them.