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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

"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.

TDM!

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