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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!

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Arrival

nothing

Victor

Johanna Mason

What the---

boat

friendly

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2.

Katniss likes the quiet of the woods. This place isn't familiar to her, these woods are not her own, but there's the comforting crunch of leaves beneath her boots and the soft sounds of animals in the distance. She has her bow in case there's game to be hunted but mostly she just wants to be. There's a solace in this place that she can't find anywhere else. The woods don't ask her to talk, to feel, to be a symbol. The woods ask nothing of her and Katniss doesn't feel the pressure she feels everywhere else.

So often lately, her walls have been pressing inward on her and the people who depend on her have seen her fall apart. Not here. Not now.

She hears the rustle of wings and turns, taking aim at a bird that has taken flight. They aren't starving here like they did in 12 but she still dresses and cooks the game she catches the same way she always has; it's not going to go to waste.

Katniss is done with it too. She's done with being toyed with and this place is just yet another example of how Snow and the Capitol are screwing with her. She's had everything she's ever loved taken from her; now they take her home from her? Again? Any time she gets any sort of stability, it's ripped from beneath her feet.

Seeing Johanna raging nearby only confirms her suspicions. Two Victors in one place? Has to be a trick. Still, Katniss draws up close to see her and sits down beside her.

"More of their tricks," Katniss says bitterly. "Why am I not surprised?"

Arrival

Captain Sonya Blade had long since accepted that weird events were now just a part of her life, but finding herself on a floating boat towards some strange city (realm?) still found itself on the top of the list. She felt nothing when she first appeared on the boat, and to her knowledge, any portal or teleportation involved some sort of signature or sign; it was never just 'appearing' some place. Several years ago, she would've concocted this as a stress induced dream or hallucination, but since dealing with sorcerers, gods, and other realms-she no longer had the luxurgy of that sort of ignorance. Added to the fact that the pain from her ribs and side of her face was still present meant she was probably still awake, regardless.

Least the denizens in this place were helpful enough to hand her a map. Both Tsung's island and Outworld, they were less cordial.

She studied the map in her hands, torn between wanting to check her 'quarters' and surveying the city. There had to be someone..something.in charge..some way to get better answers than this. At the very least, she also needed to find a pharmacy.

Sonya looked around, trying to gauge who might know the city better, and who may've just been on the boat with her. "I don't suppose you know where a pharmacy or drug store is?"

Her CO may've been shaking his head, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The past few years had just used up her 'weird shit' quota for a lifetime, was it too much to ask for a break.

Party

The last thing Sonya wanted to do was attend a party, but from a professional standpoint, this provided a good chance at checking the rest of the crowd. Were there other 'new arrivals' and what of the people who'd been here awhile; if for no other reason, Sonya wanted to talk to them especially.

The army dress greens she arrived in were decent enough to wear at a party. Not entirely elegant or pretty of course, but she couldn't bring herself to actually spend her money on a party dress just yet.

She remained on the outskirts of the crowd, the drink she held more just something to hold. Another time and place, she would've welcomed the opportunity to dance, but this place was too new and with her ribs hurting to just breath, something silly as dancing was out of the question.

Hopefully there was someone else who felt as out of place as she did, or maybe more social. Even she felt strange about standing around doing nothing or talking to no one.

Edited 2016-04-14 02:40 (UTC)

[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.

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.

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.

Edited 2016-04-14 09:03 (UTC)

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.

1. The first conclusion Rory makes when he finds himself on the boat is that he's been kidnapped by fairies. It's a reasonable one considering his life. A lot of his family has been kidnapped by fairies and never to the fairy's betterment. He checks himself, pleased to see that his weapons, a pistol and a pair of knives, are still on him.

Next to him is Ceilidh, she's about five, obviously related as they have the same hair and eyes. She's wearing a pink shirt with a pony on it that says "let's be friends!" and is bouncing up and down singing, "Someone's going to diiie! Someone's going to diiie! I've been kidnapped by fairies so Uncle Rory's going to shoot them in the eeeyyyyee!!"

This is obviously an exciting prospect for her.

Rory doesn't tell her to stop. It's always interesting to see how people react to Ceilidh.

Edited 2016-04-14 14:47 (UTC)

[Scenario 1:]
It doesn't take much for Claire to believe she's crossed into another world. She's already managed to travel back in time, and so while the idea of a flying ship is a bit fantastical, she's already well-braced enough to believe in six impossible things before breakfast. Though she somehow imagines even Lewis Carroll would be stunned to be confronted with what she's dealing with right now.

Standing in the harbor, Claire's vision is assaulted with the sheer variety of people milling about. She recognizes some as having more or less modern clothing, but others look as if they've come from other times, and some look instead like they've come straight from the pages of story books. Some don't even appear to be human.

She refuses to be overwhelmed. Claire starts looking around for a kind face in the hopes that someone will be able to provide her with further instruction on what she should do next.

[Scenario 3:]

[This too, is not an altogether unfamiliar scene. Claire is in a dress very reminiscient of her wedding gown, though she's still wondering at how whatever mysterious provider was able to come so close to the original design. Claire is torn between the desire to have a drink - good lord, she could use one - and to maintain her sobriety to search the never-ending sea of faces in the hopes that she will find a familiar one.

One familiar one in particular.

But it's easy to be distracted by the swirl of dancing figures, the music, and the celebratory lighting.]

Right. Anders was pretty sure he hadn't been on a boat last time he was conscious. In fact, he was pretty sure he had been in his clinic in Darktown. The mage squinted his eyebrows together, trying to think. No, he'd definitely been in his clinic. Making a salve for the upcoming outbreak Isabela had no doubt reaped upon Kirkwall. Sure, he had healed her. Problem was trying to go after Isabela's partners was like a blindfolded game of dominos.

Isabela. Boat. Why hadn't he thought of that before.

"Very funny. Is this how we treat people who keep you from bleeding to death?...or infecting the entirety of Kirkwall?" Anders sat up, crossing this arms over his chest, waiting for the ~~whore~~ duelist to show herself. And tried to figure out how she had managed to knock him out and get him here. Where ever he was.

"Isabela." Anders called out. "Hawke? ........Fenris?" Okay, sure that last one was more desperation than anything else. The elf would probably just leave him there.

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."

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?"

Tatooine. Obi-Wan had been here for the first time some years ago with Qui-Gon and it had been here that he’d discovered Anakin, had become a Jedi and taken his first padawan. His greatest joys and greatest sorrows had been tied to this planet and to Naboo and it felt like coming full circle to return.

He had delivered Luke Skywalker to the open, if concerned arms of Owen and Beru and while he could have had rest with them, a place, he’d opted to go on further into the Jundland Wastes. If Luke were raised unaware of his destiny, perhaps they would be able to shield him from the eyes of the Emperor and from Anakin himself, the Sith Lord now known as Vader. Anakin had hated Tatooine with a passion and it would take quite a lot for him to come back here. As illogical as it seemed, this was the best place to hide a Force-sensitive son from his twisted, dark father.

Tatooine was harsh and windswept but, Obi-Wan supposed, it had a unique beauty all the same. It was something he hoped he could come to love, considering how long he was well and truly stuck here, and he hoped being able to have the time alone would help him commune with the Force in a way that he hadn’t really been able to achieve up until this point. There had been too much strife, too much need for action, and for all he’d bemoaned meditation as a young man, he felt bereft without it now.

Felt keenly too was the loss of Qui-Gon, more than he’d felt in years. It had never really eased, that pain, and now with time to actually think about it and stop for a moment, it hit him like a weight around his neck that his master was well and truly gone. Obi-Wan hoped to be able to commune with him, to pinpoint his spirit within the Force itself, but it would take time. So much time.

He’d been lost in his thoughts long enough to drift, though, and instead of the windswept sands and Jawa huts of the Wastes, there was a small human settlement instead. It was nothing like Coruscant, of course, and it didn’t look like Mos Eisley, but had he stumbled upon a Hutt cartel or an Imperial outpost? He sincerely hoped not. Imperials were ordered to kill Jedi on sight and while he might be able to take one or two on his own, it would risk exposing him and, ultimately, Luke.

He was directed into a boat which, oddly enough, took him through the sky to a dock that seemed suspended in mid-air. It was rather like Bespin, in a way, but he hadn't been to Bespin in years.

Once he stepped foot on the strange island, he was given a communication device and was told it would direct him to where he'd be staying. Where was Luke? His mission was paramount, even if he had gone from Tatooine to a few other strange places over the years. It wasn't the first time he'd simply appeared somewhere, no, but it was the first time in a while.

Elizabeth looked up in surprise when she heard a man speaking. One moment she was in a river, the next she was. . . in a boat. With a stranger. She frowned, rubbing her head.

"What's going on? Who are you?" She rose to her feet, studying Anders curiously.

[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.

Arrival

She'd honestly thought death was less...boat than this. Although if you believed Greek mythology Charon and the lake to the Underworld was a thing. Not a real thing (she thought), and this is a little too 'tourist going off on vacation' for her to think this is truly what the afterlife should be. It's still mystical enough to seem like a dead woman's fantasy, and Juliet watches the floating islands as they get closer. She's not hurt, that's something she notices belatedly. There's no sign of her fall, no injuries, no blood. She can feel the phantom weight of the chains pulling, dragging her down with magnetized force, but there's nothing there - not even a hint of a bruise.

When she's handed her phone, she turns it over in her hand a bit - years of island life (and three of those spent pre-cell phone invention) mean she's never seen one that looks like this before - then tries to orient herself with the map, stepping off of the boat and feeling lost nearly instantly.

Exploring

There are too many times she's wanted to look for James, to tell him about something, to have him with her just in case. But she's here alone, and all of the exploring she does is solitary. The forest is too much like the jungle so she only gives that island a cursory once over - the same with Eurus. But Imber is familiar, Imber is like home, and that's where she spends most of her time, sitting in sand cross legged, staring out and not even bothering with a drink to make it seem like she's enjoying the peace.

One of the things in her house was a small engagement ring, and she knows it was for her, from him. How it's here she doesn't know, but she's holding it now in her hand, raising her palm to look at it every now and again, trying to decide if she should put it on or never wear it at all.

Obi-Wan had found his residence on Imber as well and he was grateful that he was not relegated to the desert yet again. While he would have happily endured Tatooine in order to keep the legacy of the Order safe, he was glad that didn't seem to be his lot in life.

He didn't mind sand when it came with water, though, and he often meditated on the beach at Imber. Today, there was a woman sitting cross-legged in the sand and he tossed her an informal greeting. She reminded him of someone he met in the village, long ago, but he couldn't be certain.

"I feel like I should introduce myself, as I've seen you out here when I've been meditating a few times. I'm Ben."

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.

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."

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

Jo really isn't expecting a bird with an arrow through itself to fall out of the sky nearly on top of her. In fact, even given the whole kidnapped and put up thing, and even given she's actually more than ready for purple monsters and demons to attack her at any second, she is not actually expecting this. The bird. Arrow. Thing.

Making her jump back, with a snap of, "Seriously?" at the woods around her.

A hand is already at her knife, because she's not a fan of crazy or people with weapons she can't see.

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.

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