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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

Delia of Eldorne | Tortall (post-The Immortals) | 1 & 2

[playedthegame]

1

It has been fifteen years since Delia, Lady of Eldorne, has seen this many people. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of imprisonment, first in Corus' prisons and then in a succession of isolated castles and fortified manors. Fifteen years of either complete isolation except for the guards who would bring her her meals, or the household of her custodians. Occasionally, she saw towns, but only on a brief travel from one residence to another. Once, her prison castle had to host terrified villagers fleeing a monster, but there had not been any more than fifty.

Fifteen years, and the last time she saw a large number of people outside was at her trial.

This?

These strange docks, with all these strange people? When she's stand there in a blue dress so simple it functions better as an undergarment? When there is light after so long only seeing the sun through a window, and so many sounds and scents and images?

Delia is clutching the map and the strange device to her, and is trying very hard not to have a screaming fit.

2

Once she's found the little house assigned to her, and gone to her bed for several hours to recover, Delia is starting to feel better. Or at least, she's starting to feel a little more put together, so that her pride has been stung enough to maybe not hide. It would be so easy to hide, after all.

Too easy, in fact. It takes her another day for her to summon the pride and self-contempt to face going outside.

Discovering that the closet has more garments for her, she picks a green dress that makes her feel somewhat like her old self again. Like a lady, rather than a prisoner. Rebraiding her brown hair to a neat coronet, she gathers her courage and walks out into the streets.

She has the freedom to, potentially, do as she pleases. And what pleases her is to go for a walk, unwatched by guards and unhindered by walls, and to maybe find an inn in which to eat.

Freedom is, though, a little terrifying, so Delia is not walking particularly fast.

Or maybe she's just used to stretching out her activities as long as she can, so she can fill the long empty hours.

[magicsprice]

Gold had let his curiosity lead him to the docks when he spied the boats approaching, he hung back away from the milling passengers disembarking until a specific one caught his attention. Her mannerisms; the way she clutched at the items she had been given and her expression were all too familiar to him. He knew without even needing to speak to her that here was a desperate soul.

She reminded him of himself as he had been back when he was first introduced to the airplanes of the Land Without Magic, terrified and internally screaming, doing her very best to refrain from screaming out loud in an expression of her fear of the unknown and what the future might bring.

He approached her swiftly and quietly, coming to stand at her side before speaking softly. "G'day, milady. Might I be of service?" Her clothing put him in mind of his original home world, and thus until corrected, he would treat her as coming from such an era.

[playedthegame]

She doesn't know his clothing style, but it is familiar enough. As is his accent, not right and yet, not as wrong as everything around her. And milady, he calls her. She is not dressed like one, but she is, she still is a lady, they haven't taken her rank away, and by gods, she will act like a lady.

Delia manages to lift her head, although her bright green eyes are too wide, too red-rimmed in a too pale face for her to be anything other than utterly desperate.

"I," she starts, "would like to be taken somewhere more... quiet. If my new captors would be so kind."

Her voice is very price, or rather, her words are. Her voice itself, that low, velvety purr of a voice, is a trifle harsh with fear.