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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

[like_quicksilver]

He doesn't respond and for a moment Gyda feels herself start to panick and believe this was all just a sickness induced dream. She's in some place not like the stories, and she sees her father but he doesn't seem to notice her.

Then he turns and even weak from fever, she knows the look in his eyes, knows he sees her. She sees him kneel before her and she tries to smile for his benefit, though she's still worn out and confused.

"It's me." She doesn't like seeing him like this. Every time her father was worried for something or about someone, things were never well.

The hand at her cheek felt real and warm. To Ragnar, her skin would've felt hot and clammy from fever, but just as tactile as his own. "I don't know. We all started getting sick, except mother. I was so tired and felt so bad, I went to sleep..and woke up here."

She was so tired and everything felt heavy. "Are we dead? How're you here?"

[givefarmore]

He can feel it under his fingers and it troubles him more. Mostly because he knows what becomes of his sweet daughter - his Gyda - and he can't help but wonder if this is a punishment from the Gods. What did he do to offend them that they would put him through the heartache of losing her again?

At the mention of Lagertha, Ragnar's eyes moved to look around them; to see if his wife was anywhere to be seen. But when he couldn't see her unmistakable long locks of blonde, his attention immediately returned to Gyda. Despite not understanding what was happening, the father's instinctive need to protect kicked in and he found himself smiling at his girl; an attempt to hide his own fears so that she wouldn't need to panic.

"No," Ragnar told her, using a voice that tried to make the situation one that wasn't as scary as Gyda might think it was. "But it seems the Gods have desired us to be somewhere else than in Kattegat."

His hand moved to her forehead and then over the top of her head before pulling her close to kiss her brow. She was so sick, he knew, and Gyda needed water and herbs but time was running out.

"Come sit with me, hm?" he encouraged, helping her down off the bench and shifting to sit with his back against it and Gyda in front between his legs, her back against his chest. "Did you dream while you were sleeping?"

He needed to keep her awake and talking while he tried to figure out what to do to save her. And he would save her.

Despite whatever the Gods had planned for them.

[like_quicksilver]

Another time and place, she would've panicked, even as her father was trying to reassure her. Now, now she was just glad to see him, for however long was alloted to her. He was strong and warm and familar.

She let herself be seated against his chest. Her mother may've called her a woman, but she was still a girl, and a sick one-this felt nice. "I don't know. Everything seemed so dreamlike even when I was away."

The fever, she knew that.

As they spoke, one of the npcgreeters walked over to them. With everyone coming off the ship, it was hard to immediately get to them individually, but he definitely recognized the man and child from off the boat.

He'd walked over them, intent on giving their information when he got a better look at the girl with a man who was clearly her father. His steps quicken.

"Excuse me," His words are in english. "I'm here to welcome you to the city, but first, you need to get your child to the clinic."

Re: Sebastian Carter Hokori Anderson | OC | Mix of 1 & 3

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian can't help staring, captured by the brilliance of seeing something he's only read about in books. His eyes flicked to the tattoos and then back to the gentleman's face. "It's beautiful."

Smiling at Aisling he moved closer, "You're beautiful. I've never seen a spirit before." Because his parents taught him it was impolite to speak about someone as if they weren't there. "I'm Sebastian."

"I'm sorry. I'm new here...My name is Sebastian." He would have held out his hand to the stranger, but he's never been comfortable with touching a stranger, even if it is simply shaking hands.

[goodforsixthings]

The pirate captain laughed as well when their third player left in a huff after losing all of his coins at their table. Isabela gave a look to the other man's hand and the faintest of surprise washed over her face: the man had played quite the bluff as her moderately good hand was beating his when she had thought it was her loss. Smirking slightly, she folded her cards face down with a shake of her head:

"Nothing good." After all, the man had worked hard to skin the sore loser, she wasn't about to take his earnings. And perhaps, this act of 'kindness' would be returned one day. But for the moment, Isabela raised an eyebrow slowly at the man's strange eyes, suddenly very aware of all the daggers hidden on herself. Eyes like those, back on Thedas, were signs of a mage about to lose control.

Carefuly, still smiling, she leaned forward, resting her head on her hand as she nodded towards the man:

"Quite the strange eyes you got there, Sweet Pea. Something you want to tell me?" She's long learned that in this strange world, people were coming from places she's never heard of, but she wasn't taking any chances. Hopefully, she was being overcautious: it would be a shame to hit such a pretty face.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy called the attendant to cash in the chips, then eyed her, grinning. Her mention of his eyes made him wince a little, but he shook his head. "Born and raised with them. Dat's why they called me Le Diable Blanc, as a kid. The white devil." He shrugged. "Just part of being a mutant, which I am." His eyes flicked to hers, warm, and brilliant in the light. His smirk was wide as well.

He lifted a single card, and if glowed pink, then shattered in a puff of pink energy. "Why, don't you like my eyes, beautiful? They like you, for sure."

[givefarmore]

As much as this felt like a dream, Ragnar made a firm decision to not treat it as such. Not when he'd literally just mourned the loss of her back on the beach of their village. Not when he'd held in hand what ashes remained of hers in the sand where she was cremated. However this would end, whether by him waking, or by her physical form dissipating into nothing, going back to where she is supposed to be.

Her voice is one he concentrates on and his cheek presses against the side of her hair. Emotion overwhelms him all over again and Ragnar can't believe he has his daughter back again. But the new voice that approached them gets a look that shows in the vikings eyes what he would do to them if they came even a foot closer. Both arms envelope Gyda protectively.

Ragnar can't understand, but there's a tone and the way the other looks at Gyda with concern that keeps him from snapping whatever arm came towards them.

"We need water. Now." Ragnar says firmly. "My daughter is sick and needs it."

Obviously, there was going to be some trouble communicating given Ragnar spoke in Old Norse. When he was stared at, the greeter clearly confused and unsure what he was saying, the viking tried the Old English he'd learned through Athelstan.

"Water!"

[like_quicksilver]

Even with the language barrier, the man knew well enough not to get to close: not just the new arrival's appearence, but his demeanor, the way he held his child-also the ax at his belt. Still, he had a job to do and the child needed medical attention.

The word is still a foriegn sounding word, but he repeats it a few times before he recognizes what he's asking for. "Water..water....water..got it. Hold a moment."

The man made what he hoped was a 'wait here' signal with his hands, then turned to one of the other greeters (a woman) to tell her that he had to go and would be back in a few minutes, before quickly rushed street carts just alongside the road. While the carts weren't normally there, in this heat they found a lucrative business selling drinks to new arrivals.

They weren't paying him to be a delivery boy, but if it kept him from getting an ax in the head.

Gyda watched this all with a slight smile, the man's actions rather comical from her point of view. She always wondered what it was like when father and the men went raiding to other lands. Maybe it could be something like this?

It took all of ten minutes for the man to return with a bottle of water, opening the cap and handing Gyda the bottle. She accepted it, too thirsty to take interest in the material the bottle was made from. The cold water was a shock, but she was so thirsty that she forced down several gulps.

While this went on, the man pulled out a small, black device and was doing something with it. The next time he spoke, the words were in old english, but halting and clearly from someone who'd only read and never heard the words spoken.

"Help..child..doctor. He motioned with his hands for them to follow him. "Follow me."

Gyda frowned. Clearly the man was worried about her, even she could see that, but she couldn't understand what in the gods' name he was saying.

Domino | Marvel Comics | option 3

[fallsinplace]

It wasn't long after Domino arrived that a fair popped up and she was voluntold to work the beer garden. Not that she minded getting some fresh air. The bar was nice, but sometimes you had to get out into the sunshine.

She was pretty busy, but that didn't stop her from drinking a good quantity of beer herself. It helped with her people skills, and soon she had a smallish group of people she was telling stories to. Nothing personal, just retelling a few of her more hilarious jobs while getting them to buy more and more beer.

She was good at what she did, if you could get her talking.

no worries!

[inquisitorialness]

"I've perhaps been told; I simply choose not to listen," Nadia says easily, raising her eyebrows a bit. Frankly, not many people would actually try to cheat the Inquisitor, ever. Nor would they gainsay her, so this is actually a new experience, in a way.

"Ah, another from a different time period, I see," she adds after a moment. "I don't suppose you've heard of the Inquisition?"

Beatrix Kiddo/Black Mamba, Kill Bill 1&2

[deadliestviper]

Option 1

Beatrix Kiddo was not a forgiving woman. She was not one who would lightly be shanghaied, especially not with her young daughter in tow. Flying ships, spectacular as they were, didn't make it any easier to digest.

Bea twisted the greeter's arm more stiffly, threatening to break his hand. "I don't want to do this in front of my little girl," she intoned sweetly, making him cry out as she tweaked his fingers, "but if you don't explain things to me I will. How did I get on that boat, and why was I taken here? Tell me, or I guarantee you won't like what I have to do."

[timessoldier]

Nathan had been around a short time himself when he decided the fair might present some opportunities to mix and mingle. He was hoping that he could learn more about this place when the native's guards were down, but as he delved, he realized it had been in vain. They were all still just as oblivious.

Sighing, he turned and spotted a familiar face, and headed for the beer garden.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" One eye glinted and he flexed the arm that appeared like metal as he stepped up. "Should have figured I'd find you around guns or beer."

[victoryorvalhalla]

Thorfinn was making his way towards the beach. It was where he went when he needed to clear the gunk out of his mind. He had grown to be a vicious warrior from knee high, but Askeladd's death had fucked his mind so much that he didn't really feel the vigor for anything at all. He felt closest to himself in or around the water. The crashing waves the salty air. Gods, he missed his father's ship

Sitting up on the mast, watching the water while the horde would be below talking, laughing drinking... fuck, he missed them to. He hated everything that was changing about him since coming here. Everytime he got in these moods he would throw the modern clothes he had amasted around his little cabin break anything in reach and set ut for the water in his blood stained winter clothes. His blades latched to his belt as always.

When he was walking he stopped looking up. Those braids, that was a blonde man with Braids.

"Hello" He spoke in norse. "Are you a northman?" the small looking young man asked.

Re: Ragnar Lothbrok | Vikings | 1ish and 2ish

[roundthecentralaxis]

Bree hadn't been on the islands for very long but she had been there just long enough to get her device and get told where to go - which was apparently the island called Eurus. It was all a little disorienting to be sure and she was about damn sick of being jerked around. All told, she was in a pretty bad mood by the time she hit the island that was apparently her new home.

When she saw the guy in full reenactment garb and long braid she let out a long sigh.

"Seriously? What's going on here? What battle are you reenacting? Some Viking raid?" She had studied two years of history, after all, and she could identify the period if not the specifics.

[fallsinplace]

Domino arched an eyebrow at the newcomer. She didn't know how they knew each other, but he was attractive in that 'seen some shit' kind of way. Curious, she poured him a beer and handed it over. "You've got me pegged. What's your name?"

[timessoldier]

He took the beer, drinking down part of it, and he smirked. "Now, Dom, you telling me you already forget the man you once lost a drinking game to? The only man?" He smirked wider.

He flipped a coin into the air, and it hung there, shimmering, before flipping to her, and landing in front of her, holding the symbol of Providence. "They call me Cable."

[fallsinplace]

The other eyebrow moved up toward her hairline. "Nate? Jesus. What the hell happened to you?" Not that she minded, strictly speaking. She pocketed the coin, drawing herself another beer as well. "You must be bored out of your mind."

[timessoldier]

"What happened to me? What are you---ah, alternate universe, huh?" He grinned.

Nate chuckled as he drank more. "Pretty much. Training idiots in fighting, working on building things, and being bored, bored, bored."

[fallsinplace]

"Yeah, you're a white boy in my universe. I must look about the same, huh?" Or the giant tattoo over her eye gave her away. Either option was interesting, anyway.

"I'm bored too, but I kind of like it. Keep thinking about Providence, how this could have been it if there were fewer dicks in our universe."

[timessoldier]

"White? That's a little freaky." He raised an eyebrow, not knowing how to feel about that.

"You look the same, just as rough, and just as sexy." He smirked, eyes dancing.

"Maybe so. Could be. Some concepts come to light in any universe." He hmmed. "Maybe I'll be a painter here." he had been an artist, before.

[fallsinplace]

"I bet." It would be weird if she looked different in a different universe. Surely they must be out there, but she didn't want to hear about them.

"Painter, huh? I can see that. You can see I've made myself marketable again, which I guess was all I wanted in the first place."

Hades l Greek Myth AU l New Arrival

[styxfan]

The man who gets off the boat looks completely comfortable for someone who just appeared on a floating boat. He smiles as he looks around. "Well it's no Olympus, but I haven't seen my good for nothing youngest brother yet so it's not all bad," he muttered.

He was careful to stay away from anything living, he hadn't tested his powers in this reincarnation yet and he didn't want to send one of the natives to the afterlife before their time. He walked along, looking for all intents and purposes like a movie star in a biker jacket. Only those with the eyes to see would know him for who he truly was.

[sonofacesius]

Will had made it a habit of swinging by the docks on his way to the clinic after school, just to check it out, see if anyone else from camp had made it through. Who he saw getting off the docks was not from camp. He didn't need to guess who it was, even if he didn't look the same, he felt the same. Hades emanated the same fear and death that Nico had, only stronger.

Fabulous. He should warn Nico. Will knew he should probably go up and greet the God. Gods liked that.

Here goes nothing. Will approached him. "Lord Hades?" Gods he really wasn't ready to meet you. At least this was a 'just got off the boat' meeting, rather than a 'so you're dating my son' meeting.

[styxfan]

Hades turned and studied the young man. A godling this one no question and for a moment his heart squeezed as he thought of his children. There was never a time when he did not miss Nico and Bianca deeply, just as much as he missed his dear wife. Zeus had much to answer for and Hades hoped this would be the lifetime where he would get his justice. For now he turned his full attention to the young man...he didn't have the power of Zeus' get, Hades knew his youngest brother's children well. And yet the young man shone brightly.

"Hello," he said politely inclining his head. No reason to be rude even though Hades didn't exactly get along with his siblings and sometimes liked their children even less. "I am surprised to see a godling here, these people do not seem like the worshiping type." Hades knew his reputation and knew it well. It is what made his every happiness hard fought and won. "Who is your father son?"

[sonofacesius]

Will was really trying not to shake in his flip flops. He was standing before Hades. Sure they had taken field trips to Olympus, but there wasn't anything preparing you for the full force of a God standing in front of you. Especially when they were like 20 feet tall. He was glad Hades had thought to compact himself into a height that was easier on the neck, if it was Hades at all. At least he hadn't come in a shining brilliant light and disintegrated everyone. That would have been bad.

His father. Will was worried about Apollo. His physical well being, his state of mind. He knew his fathers exploits well, he had bookshelves filled back in Cabin 7. Never before had he been so transformed, so mortal. And helpless. And now Will wasn't even there to help.

"Apollo, sir. There are three others here as well, including your son, Nico."

Now did not seem like a good time to also add 'I'm dating him.' With any luck it would come up naturally before something horrible happened, like Hades walking in on a make out session. Awkward.

Will gave the Lord of the Underworld an awkward look. "I think we're the only one giving offerings. Sir." He added.