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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[01]

Funny are the thoughts that run through a person's mind when they feel death coming for them, especially when it comes so quickly while you're in the arms of the one person you can admit to both hating and loving at the same time. And there's things you want to say, emotions you wish to express. But in the end, there's not enough time to say them before the last breath is taken.

We should have stayed in that cave..

A subtle nudge stirred her subconscious awake and the pain came back like the arrow she didn't see coming. The one that made it so much easier, in the end; for both Jon and herself. Still, the irony didn't go unnoticed that she essentially died of a broken heart.

Now, as Ygritte's eyes slowly opened, they turned upwards to the ceiling above the hard surface where she lay and heard Jon's final words to her inside her head, over and over until she couldn't stand it anymore. It was only then that the spearwife tried to move and in doing so cried out in pain.

She looked down to see the arrow gone, but the blood was still fresh and flowing steady like a river. It was then she noticed them all, people whom she didn't recognize in a place that wasn't Castle Black where she was sure she died. Yet, the wound in her chest commanded her attention yet again as a hand went to it. And despite all the anger, hurt over his betrayal, Ygritte finds herself calling out for him, half in uncertainty and yes, the other half in fear.

"Jon.."

[03 - A couple weeks after arriving]

It is her stubbornness that has her finally decide enough is enough. Ygritte had remained largely unseen around the islands while she allowed herself the time to heal. Properly and without the aid of those claiming to be 'healers'. That was magic she didn't trust.

So when the day arrived that the spearwife could no longer remain stationary, she pushed herself out the door of her starter home and set out to explore this new land. One that she was still unsure of and would remain so until she actively explored every corner of each island.

Katniss takes to the woods when she's feeling anxious or restless and that's where she is now. She's got her bow and she hears something rustle behind her; it's too subtle to be a person, unless it's another hunter, and she thinks it might be a deer.

When she turns, the flash of red hair gives the lie to that. Whoever it is, she's light on her feet.

"Are you hunting? I haven't seen anything yet."

By no means was the wildling woman ready to use her bow and Ygritte knew that. She was well versed in using other means to kill things and that consisted of a sharp dagger on her hip under a large bulky coat.

Which her hand went to when she saw the dark haired woman and her bow.

"No, nothin' worth shootin' at anyway." Ygritte replied, cautiously keeping her eye on the other woman. "Ya arrive on one of them boats, too, I take it."

It seemed an obvious conclusion to make if she hadn't seen anything.

"I did. Just recently," Katniss says. She doesn't relax. She's still hunter-tense, watching the other woman to see whether or not she's a threat. It's her default reaction, these days, even if it can be overkill sometimes.

"I live on this island, though, in one of the houses. I just came out to be alone and hopefully bag something. I don't like it when there's too many people around."

Sansa has decided to come down to the docks to help with the new arrivals. When she sees the woman with blood flowing from the wound in her chest, panic chokes her for a moment before she springs into action. She knows little about tending wounds but she does know she must stop the bleeding so she tears a strip off her gown and works toward that end.

When she hears her brother's name, though, she pauses for a moment. "Jon? Jon Snow?"

Everything had been quite the blur up to that point; from waking up in the hull of a rather large boat, to discovering the wound in her chest was still very much open. How she even managed to disembark the ship and get onto the docks was a mystery she hazily kept trying to work on. It hadn't yet set in though that everything was basically floating.

Her complexion is far more pale than it usually is and that much is noticeable when the woman draws close, saying his name. Ygritte can't help but pause before speaking, trying to place the unfamiliar face. To no avail. Not that she knew right then and there that she'd never met Jon Snow's sister to begin with.

"Aye," Ygritte breathed out, studying Sansa's face. "Ya know him."

"He's my brother," Sansa says, pressing her lips together as she decides what needs to be done. "I need to get you to a maester. They call them doctors here, or nurses, but they can help. Do you need my help to stand?"

Lady is nearby, as well, but she keeps her distance. Sansa is grateful for that. A full grown direwolf is never not shocking.

"I can help you."

Especially given direwolves were as rare creatures as they were north of the Wall. The animal did get a passing glance, but for some reason, Ygritte did nothing more than that.

Everything felt like a dream.

It's hard for her to admit defeat, more to admit to needing help. But someone is offering it and as much as she would like to do it on her own Ygritte is too unwell to do that. So she shifts slowly and awkwardly to her feet with a pained looked on her face before attempting that first step. Her hand moved to her chest to press over the wound.

"He never mentioned havin' a sister. Only a brother and a father." Another few steps and she looked towards Sansa. "Is he here?"

Sansa nods. "He's here. He's been here for a few weeks now. We came at the same time."

As to the mention of Jon not saying anything about his family, Sansa doesn't react. He doesn't know what Jon told people at the Wall and she isn't going to judge that.

"He had three brothers and two sisters," she explains. "I'm the eldest. I'm the only one who lives."

Nadia, for her part, has been attempting to keep her head down as much as possible since arriving, revealing only vague details about the specifics of who and what she'd been back home. But she certainly strikes a rather visible figure, the one-armed woman walking along the street with a satchel of books on her shoulder, trying to maintain her pleasant facade.

Underneath, she's becoming more and more worried that she won't see any of her loved ones again for a long time.

"Oh, beg pardon," she says politely as she nearly knocks into the strange woman. "Are you a new arrival? I haven't seen you around before."

TDM!

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