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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

Gem | Tron: Legacy (+CRAU)

[gemme]

Arrival

To some, the prospect of finding oneself transported without warning to an unfamiliar world could be a terrifying one. To Gem it had become something of an inescapable fact of life. In the past year she had been a resident of three separate worlds, only one of which she had left voluntarily. That was not to say that she didn't feel the bite of anxious uncertainty gnawing at her insides as the boat she was on moved ever closer to the floating island - it was simply being tempered by the slow burning anger ignited by the entire situation. The former program was tired; tired of moving, tired of being toyed with, tired of being reminded of the impermanence of everything in life.

She scarcely spoke to the friendly locals that stepped forward to greet her once the vessel reached its destination and she was allowed to disembark. Her first steps onto relatively solid ground were a bit unsteady, but it didn't take her long to stand to her full height, automatically defaulting to the stiff, perfect posture that had been ingrained in her very programming years ago. She listened to what the locals had to say and gave the map they handed her a cursory glance, then dismissed them once it became clear that they had no real information for her. No real satisfactory information, at any rate.

Swallowing her agitation she found an out of the way corner to stand where she wasn't in the immediate flow of traffic, a place where she could collect her thoughts and decide how to proceed. She kept her gaze trained on the surrounding area, her old customary wariness resurfacing. A small bitter half smile twisted one corner of her lips as she watched nearby goings-on.

At least this time she hadn't gotten attached to anything - anyone - in the previous world. That would make this transition a little easier - a very thin silver lining, if there was one to be found.

[these_are_my_words]

She's not the Dag.

Of course she's not, she's all sleek. Sleek hair, sleek curves, not the Dag's wayward locks, her pointy slimness. But the colour of the woman's hair and her height had tricked her into thinking she'd seen her sister, like a wretched scavenger tricked by the desert into running towards water.

'Cept she'd already turned, taken some eager steps towards her, hadn't she?

Now the Splendid Angharad slows, her steps faltering into a confused limp as disappointment flares with pain from the bandaged bullet wound on her calf.

"Sorry," she says. "I thought... you were someone else."

It's why she keeps dragging herself to the docks, after seeing her son in his incubator-crib in the clinic. To see if her sisters are here. Any of them. All of them. Or Miss Giddy. Even Furiosa.

But there's no one.

[gemme]

Movement spied from the corner of her eye draws Gem's attention to the woman, one slim brow rising when she notices the eagerness with which the stranger is approaching her. Then the other is slowing, disappointment written on her face. The reaction is enough to pique Gem's interest in spite of her current foul mood, and rather than wave the stranger off after she explains herself the Siren chooses to engage in conversation instead. It isn't every day that someone mistakes her for someone else. Not in an organic setting, where her coloring is often labeled as unusual or exotic depending on who is voicing the opinion.

"It's fine. No harm or offense done," she assures her with the polite smile she once gave nervous combatants. "I'm sorry that I am not who you mistook me for."

[these_are_my_words]

"My sister," Splendid says softly. "Her hair is the same colour as yours. And you're of a height." Although in bare feet, the Dag would be slightly taller than the woman standing in front of her.

She sighs, and then forces herself to stand straight. She won't curl up in disappointment, or grief. She will not. She did not fight for her freedom to do that.

"She might turn up, later. People here seem to do that."

[gemme]

Gem makes a noncommittal hum, offering her another slightly warmer but no more sincere smile. She can understand the disappointment, to a point. There have been times over the course of the last year that she has felt a kind of longing for her own sisters. A longing for her own kind, for others that would be just as confused and startled and overwhelmed by an organic world as she has been. But she has adapted and moved on from such wishful thinking. She has far more pressing issues to worry about than the fates of people she will likely never see again.

"Perhaps. This isn't the first world I've been to where that happens," she says with a subtle shrug, watching the other woman pull herself together. "Or even the second, to tell the truth."

[these_are_my_words]

It's hard for Angharad to think in terms of 'I', instead of 'we'. She's been one of five for so long...

(But they'll get away, her sisters. They have Furiosa. They have Fool, who has turned out to be useful. She'd cut the grappling hook from the truck, before she fell. They'll get away. They will.)

So instead, she cants her mouth and looks at the pale woman with heavy-lidded, but sharp, blue eyes.

"I shouldn't be surprised. If it can happen once..."

Still. It's...disquieting. Worrying.

Her son's in an incubator.

"Do you get any warning? When you're moved?"

[gemme]

Her lips quirk into a grimace at the question, briefly erasing the polite smile before the Siren catches herself. She doesn't answer the question right away. The other woman must be new to the whole world-hopping thing, or at least she assumes so. The innocence in the question is clue enough of that.

"This is my fourth world in less than year. I've only been asked if I wanted to move once," she says slowly after a few moments, expression still somewhat sour. "The other three times happened without warning. It gets...tiresome, to put it nicely."

:3

[hummerdoc]

And look who's here, just on a whim, really. He wasn't expecting anyone to show, but yet here she was. Eyes alight, and with a grin on his face, Ratchet moved to intercept Gem.

"Gem. I wasn't expecting anyone to come here. But here you are."

<3

[gemme]

Gem was prepared to brush off whoever it was that had stepped directly into her path. What she was not prepared for was who had stepped directly into her path. She froze, body going rigid with tension as her gaze slid to the man standing before her. For a moment all she could do was stare, eyes narrowing slightly as if she wasn't sure just what she was looking at. Her expression remained blank, composed, entirely at odds with the surge of emotions tightening her chest, disbelief and a painful, fragile kind of hope chief among them.

It had been almost two months since she had last seen him. Since he had disappeared, leaving her with so few options. Two almost agonizing months spent questioning and chastising herself for ever letting herself get so close to someone, because in the end they always left. And now, there he was, with that damn stupid grin on his face that always seemed to infuriate and derail her in equal measure.

"Here I am," she finally said, voice even save for the faintest hint of strain.

[hummerdoc]

He heard that strain in her voice. Saw the multitudes of thoughts across her face. Ratchet moved closer, reaching out for her.

"I didn't plan on coming here, by the way. But here I am, and here you are. And maybe we can stay put. The goddess doesn't rule us here. Not sure about the King and Queen, though, but they stay out of our hair. I've been here a few weeks and no curses. Not one. Wel.. I'm still in this human body, but no collar."

[gemme]

Gem shifted her weight when he stepped closer, putting herself another inch or two out of reach. It wasn't a retreat - not yet - but she wasn't sure she wanted him touching her right then. She wasn't sure of anything. Part of her wanted nothing more than to slap him and be left alone. Another part of her ached for the familiar warmth of his hand just as strongly. It was a confusing, maddening combination that left her feeling raw and agitated, consumed by warring desires and instincts.

"A few weeks? It has been nearly two months." She could narrow it down to exact days and hours, but she didn't. Shaking her head she turned her gaze away, trying to focus on something in the far distance. Trying to ignore the fact that she was beginning to tremble but from what she didn't know. "A lot can happen in that time frame."