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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, 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 have 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 in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon!

3. Event: The Faire's in town! Feast, socialize, dance, play games! There's plenty to do and the grounds on Mundus are packed with festivities for all to enjoy.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

[lotsoflaughs]

"Probably. The place smacked me down after a day of trying to go home, I blew up something that seemed important," Gabriel says with a shrug. "Archangels don't like going from being able to go wherever they please to stuck in an over-sized snowglobe."

[bonegnawer]

"If my Elders saw my reaction yesterday I'd get smacked down anyways." She actually blushes and kicks her feet.

"I reacted like an angry cub. I don't like restrictions. I also hate not hearing my pack."

[lotsoflaughs]

"It's probably just as well I didn't see you either, since I likely would have slapped you down if you were taking it out on people. Wound up doing so with one person I found who decided it appropriate to attack some random poor bastard on his arrival," Gabriel says, running a hand through his hair.

[diffident_light]

Her map is still folded, so she doesn't yet know which item is which, but when he finds them a place to stop, she'll work it out quite easily - though she is illiterate, so pictures will be most helpful to her.

Her smile is sweetly bashful as she listens to his explanation. His Greek is a little odd to her ear, so she is taking extra care to pay attention.

"Have you been in this stopping place a long time, that you know all this?" she asks.

[diffident_light]

Eurydice examines the inky fingers placed in her own with wonder as she helps her up with far more strength than her appearance suggests. Hyacinth (so named for her hair) must be a scribe or scholar - a very learned person, if an oddly dressed one. Her eyes also move to the leather coat, so starkly opposite to her soft chiton.

Mild confusion darkens her expression somewhat when a language she doesn't know falls from Hyacinth's lips, and she shakes her head in response to a question she's only assuming was asked.

"I do not understand your words," she says slowly and regretfully, gesturing to Hyacinth's mouth and then to her own ear. "The gods of Olympus only gave me the tongue of the Greeks, for it is where I live." Oh, except no. She corrects herself. "Lived."

[artistwithasickness]

Devi nods at the gesture and the declined head shake. The ease that she was pulled up wasn't missed, but it wasn't like she could ask about it.

"So not really, no." Sighing and shouldering her backpack, Devi managed a soft crooked smile towards the woman - there were some concessions that had to be made for lack of verbal communication and while Devi was far from happy, she wasn't snooty or aloof.

"Maybe we can start with names. I'm Devi," she said, tapping a few fingers against her chest to indicate herself.

[diffident_light]

Communication in this strange new Underworld is going to be an issue, the nymph thinks, if no one here speaks Greek. She's not sure how people of other tongues are here in the first instance, but questioning the gods never ends well for those who question, and Eurydice is quite fond of the gods and of not being punished. She does live in the forest at the foot of their mountain, after all. Did live. Odd, that she doesn't feel dead, here.

So it is to be mime, as though they are both mutually mute. She thinks she can manage that, being used to reading body language.

A tap on the chest, and a word with more emphasis. A name?

"...eye mDevi?" she tries cautiously, the syllables accented.

[bonegnawer]

Lilly shrugs one shoulder. "I would have deserved it too. It's how my people operate if one of us is acting out. We're warriors. Sometimes we need reminders to not be shits."

She considers how she reacted and frowns just a bit. "I guess I was a shit. I thought they were trying to trick me at first. They weren't."

Maybe Rite of Contrition in some kinda modified form is necessary? Would they even understand why she would perform that?

Urgh. Humans. And other.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"All good ideas." Remy chuckled. "But taking over the world is too much trouble. Never a good idea." He waggled a finger at her.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"Most people just need a little help, and Remy likes knowing what is going on." He nodded, not answering in specific.

Re: Getting Settled

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy rose, and smiled. "I'd follow you anywhere." He grinned at her with a little teasing, but mostly warmth.

"Remy would love to see what you've done with the place. Maybe examine your engravings."

[lotsoflaughs]

"People generally don't enjoy being slapped down by archangels. We tend to be annoyed when things get to the point where we have to step in. I usually prefer to let people handle themselves, since I'm not the place's babysitter." He's willing to enforce good behavior in Jo's bar if required and a couple of other places, but for the most part, he'd rather not. He's supposed to be the fun archangel, not the one dealing with discipline, dammit.

Pay no attention to his meting out his own brand of justice.

Re: video;

[roundthecentralaxis]

History usually gets written by the winners, unfortunately, and the English came out better on that one.

[She tips her head a bit, curious. This is one way to get to know him.]

Do you think you might be interested in telling me the Scottish half?

Re: Private Video

[roundthecentralaxis]

You've got a deal, then. Just be warned - I can be really inventive when it comes to the length, depth and width of my ice cream sundaes.

video;

[brochtuarach]

[ A simple question - one he'd be fine answering, if the wounds weren't so recent. If the loss wasn't so acute. The hole in his chest where his heart used to be aches rather sharply whenever he has to think about the last months in Scotland before returning here. ]

I - I'm not sure I'd be the right person for the job. I was never much of a Jacobite. If anything, I... tried to stop it.

Re: video;

[roundthecentralaxis]

It could be interesting to learn, though, just to hear another perspective. I'd be happy to listen at any pace you wanted to tell. There's no rush.

video;

[brochtuarach]

[ And what harm could it do, to tell someone his side of the tale? The worst that could happen is that she chooses not to believe him. ]

Perhaps. But I'll warn ye now, ye may not believe the whole of it.

[ The only other person who did, or does, know it besides himself and Claire is Murtagh. No one else back home would believe it if he told them. ]

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"A short while, yes, but also, they had such devices in the last world I was in." He smiled to her.

Ahead, a park loomed, and he smiled. "This is a park, where men meet nature." The trees were plentiful, and there were benches as well, and Remy led her right into the midst of it.

[artistwithasickness]

She'll take his word for it. The hand was considered for a second and she took it reluctantly, letting him 'help' her to her feet so she could shoulder her backpack with a thoughtful, wary expression.

".... Okay, sure. That's not any less outlandish then hallucinations." But not insanity, obviously. "Man, summer must suck for you."

Real nice, Devi.

[artistwithasickness]

The artist huffed a softly amused breath and shook her head very slightly.

"Devi," she clarified, leaving out the confusing sounds that held no meaning to the creature in front of her, tapping her chest again gently. Crafted, matching purple eyebrows lifted with the light of an idea and the backpack was swung in front of her chest so she could hastily go through it. The best part about being an artist was the proclivity to having paper and pen.

A wore, mostly filled pocket sized sketchbook was pulled out, as well as a pen and Devi opened up the back end to a blank page. Scribbling her name in pretty curved print, she turned the sketchbook towards her. Maybe letters and pictures would help facilitate this.

[artistwithasickness]

"Well shit," she said with a resigned, albeit still slightly irritated sigh. The universe was apparently ready to get creative with it's total fucking of her.

"Guess I'm back to 'Where's the noodles?'" Problems of the now were easier to solve and think about.

[dresdensluck]

"Just a little farther ahead." He grinned at her, and nodded. "I understand. I'm still trying new things, and I am sure others are too. We're not giving up. But... it's proving harder than anticipated."

Harry nodded, rubbing his face as they turned a corner, then he nodded, pointing. "There it is!" The cafe was a little restaurant, really, and it had the best noodles Harry had tasted since Chicago, which had been awhile, for him.

"They make killer noodles and also a wicked grilled cheese sandwich."

[artistwithasickness]

For someone who didn't cook, her stomach was an awful big priority right now, and she shamelessly blamed it on the newly sprung situation and a killer survival instinct. Get fat before they're hunted in the streets like the Run of the Bulls. Not that she'd say no to the goodies that came with that particular party.

At the sight of the restaurant, her stomach grumbled in protest that she muffled under a hand.

"Noodles and cheese? What kinda place is this?"

Oh no, don't think that was the end of her questions - until eternity, there would likely be more, given the room and time.

[dresdensluck]

"This is a native joint that has adapted to us strange people, and so has no... style, I guess? In our foods, anyway?" He grinned at her and a flawless Connery voice flowed from his mouth for the next line. "Stick with me kid, and i'll show you all the good eating places."

He smirked. He had worked hard on that voice.

Private Video

[dresdensluck]

You know... I look forward to it.

Just let me know when you are free, and I'll be there.