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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!

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[Option 1 - New Arrival]
Krissy comes to with a start and a quick glance around at her surroundings. She's on a boat, filled with other people--none of whom she recognizes at first glance. She isn't armed, because she had just been in class getting ready to take a quiz in History when suddenly she was....here, instead. She frowns and gets to her feet, moving around the ship amd going to peer over the edge. Her eyes widen and she takes a step back as she realizes they're not sailing, they're flying! And approaching their apparent destination now, too, which seem to be a set of floating islands.

"What the hell?"

[Option 2 - Exploring]
After getting settled--if you can even call it that--in her new house, Krissy decides against just sitting around and doing a lot of nothing. She heads out to explore each of the islands and see what they have to offer. And it wouldn't exactly hurt if she happened to find a familiar face, either.

Jo's adjusted, as much as she going to get adjusted to kidnapped and put up, which isn't to say much or more than vaguely grateful, but alive and in one piece, and with that out of the way, and nothing else to keep her like she was in Shatter, or the Hellverse, she's bored. Which has been building. Through the door beating, stockpiling, research doing.

Leading her to a thought she's not even sure she's in love with. It was like waking up with a yoke.
It's glass under her bare foot as much as it's a time focus, and who knows, maybe even a good thing.

It puts her wandering all of the islands, in search of a building today. Walking around, most of the time with her eyes higher than where more people are walking. Or off to the far sides of them, either at what's right next to her, or what's a road, or two, or a square over.

Krissy is still trying to figure out what the hell she's supposed to be doing with herself and her time here. She's pretty sure there no university for her to apply to and so far she doesn't see evidence of monsters to hunt. There are few things she's really good at, but that was probably the most useful skill she had that would cause anyone to want to kidnap her.

She's checking out the main island, noting various shops and wondering just what she was doing here when she runs into someone. Well, almost. She manages to stop short and dodge a full-blown collision, instead ending up with not much more than a shoulder bump. "Sorry," she mutters, not entirely sincere, but it's a platitude the general population expected.

Jo isn't looking. There's a building across the way. The dark brown is really nice, like familiarly looking really nice, but the painted green vines are what she's squinting to look at from even over here, edging along the walk, without crossing over. Because she's pretty positive it'll go from sort of okay to baby puke painted up if she gets closer. But she keeps walking along, looking at it, and then smacks into someone, already muttering an apology when she's rubbing a shoulder and turning back.

"Sorry -- Yeah," Jo is rubbing her shoulder, even though it's more the surprising collision of knocking body parts and impulse than it is anything like pain. Along with catching her balance. "Wasn't watching where I was goin'. You okay?"

"It's fine," she shrugs one shoulder carelessly. "I wasn't really paying attention either." She glances across the way to try and see what she was looking at, but she couldn't even begin to guess what had been so interesting over there.

As she swings her gaze back to the woman in front of her, she has a question, "You from here?"

"Not by any choice," Jo shrugged, one hand tightening around the long-worn backpack strap over one of her shoulders. If she makes no bones about it, letting it blow out like a hot wind, there's no more annoyance there right now than anger or anything else. It's fucked, but it's been days, and by that she means years. "But for a few weeks now, yeah."

She nods in understanding. She was kidnapped, too. Good, maybe she knows more about what the hell is going on. "So they ganked you from home and threw you on the islands, too, huh?" She sighs and folds her arms across her chest, "What do they want with us? Who even are 'they'?"

"All good questions," Jo nodded at the girl. "But even they don't seem to know."

Jo was giving a look and a nod around them, changing the them, from the vaster Them of the whole plan to the them all around them. The people who had been here for their lives, and yet didn't seem to know anything more than the rest of the them to arrive at all either.

"So you're saying no one has answers at all?" As if being kidnapped isn't bad enough, she's kidnapped with no rhyme or reason, to boot? Oh, that's it, she's officially pissed off now.

"Annoying as it is--" And it is, fucking annoying. "--those are the breaks for now."

Not that people weren't looking into it. Getting their fingers into everything they could, and getting smacked down when they flew too close to the edge of the cage and it decided to bite back in warning.

She lets out a soft growl of irritation. "Great." She huffs, arms folded across her chest again. "Is there anyone to talk to about all this? Or do we just suck it up and do what they say we should til further notice?" She doesn't particularly like that option, but she has a sinking feeling in her gut that's the only one there is at the moment.

"Yeah, there's a fuck ton of people to talk to about it, and not a one of them seems to have a better clue than you do, right now. Believe me," Jo says, taking in the girl and her sudden aggressive frustration with quite a bit of understanding. "They've been asked. Over and over and over again. There was an early network video about it, too."

"The only 'they' out there--" Jo nods beyond them, to the islands and crowds. "--aren't much more than townskeepers. They know about houses and rents and businesses, and that seems to be it." Beat. "And they aren't lying as well as those who can tell those things can tell so far."

"Well, that's completely the opposite of helpful." Her jaw tightens and she's obviously trying to hold something back, there's just a look about it in her eyes, but she manages to keep it there under the surface instead of letting it explode like she might have done a few years back. Oh, she's still just as much the angry child she had been back then, but she's learned to contain it a bit better these days. Most of the time.

She considers that for a moment, and she feels like there's an 'other' or 'more' quality to that last little comment, but she can't suss it out, so she lets it go for now. "So basically this all boils down to: Sorry, chick, you're S-O-L like the rest of us. Right?"

"Basically." Jo doesn't sugar coat that kind of crap. It's hard enough when the multiverse decides it's going to fuck with you, take everything and give you almost nothing. Lying and covering it with candy coating, or promises of it being fine, or people being safe, does nothing for them. It'd be better to be angry and to get bitter at this happening if it left her on her toes for when the real games began.

Because they always, always do. Did. Had.

"You got a name?"

"Good to know." She nods a bit. She likes her, whoever this woman is. She's a straight shooter and doesn't candyass around with platitudes. That's a big approval in Krissy's book. She so hates it when people try to make things sound better than they are.

"Krissy, you?"

"Jo. Harvelle." She doesn't need to say the last part. She knows that. She's years past anyone knowing it. But it's her blood and her life, and it's dust in her veins that will never come out. The echo of blood spilled and choices made, that are hers as much as everyone else's.

"I'm assuming you must be super new still." Because of the temper and surprise in it. "Today? Last few days?"

She nods and commits that name to memory. She likes her already, and she at least gave her real answers, however utter crap they were. She respects that.

"Yeah, I just got here," She jerks a thumb over her shoulder, "they gave me the welcome speech and whatever, but it sounded like bullshit. Glad I found you instead."

Jo snorted, oddly, with a twist to her features. She had to appreciate the sentiment, but it was odd to hear anyone around here, who wasn't getting copious alcohol from her at the time, talking about being glad they found her. Jo just a hand in her pocket and shrugged one shoulder.

"I'm a bigger fan of seeing the shit pile for what it is. You know what you really have to deal with, and work with, then."

"It's a better way to deal." She admits with a nod. She'd much rather have the option of knowing what she's up against and being able to properly plan for it as much as can be allowed than be completely blindsided. She resists the urge to sigh and scrub a hand down her face--barely--and instead just glances around a bit, hands on her hips. "Guess I have a house to find now or something."

It's an odd though, looking at the girl, thinking she can't be much younger really than when Jo found Milliways. A year or two under maybe. Something hard around the edges. A chip that will end up serving her well in a place that doesn't have The Door to let her go back and hold to whatever she's got on the other side of the multiverse, wherever home had been.

"Yeah. Good luck with that." She half even means it.
The cookie cutter houses still bother her some.

Then, "Check your tables, wherever they are."

"This place left stuff in the houses for the first group that came through." Personal stuff. Stuff no one should know about. At least for most of them. It left guns and ammo for Jo, which she tried not to take as a comment from this place on her choices. Fuck it, if it was. She appreciated more weapons on hand than knickknacks as it was.

She nods, "Thanks," she isn't sure if that was a generic platitude or genuine statement, but she'd accept t either way.

"Tables." She echoes, nodding again, "All right, I'll look around." She lets out a soft huff, still annoyed and headspinny in equal measure. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah." Jo says, giving the girl a last look. Thinking briefly of the other girl, Katniss, she'd met raving and screaming and quite certain she was still home on the docks. At least this one looked like she was going to attempt to march through it all with her eyes open. At least it's better than not. One less person for to stumble on later in the middle of their finally falling apart.

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Krissy Chambers | Supernatural

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