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[medietas_mods]

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

[inquisitorialness]

"Only strictly speaking," Nadia says, raising an eyebrow. "They're well. This place isn't as terrible as it could be."

[traveledthroughtime]

"Aside from the feeling that arrives with being suddenly displaced?" There is a softness to her voice though. The first time has prepared her, if even a little. As long as he is here, it will always be alright in the end. "But notwithstanding that, I am fine, Jamie."

[traveledthroughtime]

Good day,

But my pardon. What exactly do you mean by Mars is dead?

There seems to be some infrastructure. Is there a governmental institution here that can provide any further answers with respect to anything that has happened? Are they aware of who is behind the situation?

- Claire.

[craftedwords]

"Must be your natural magnetism," he teased her. "But don't worry, I won't go around talking about your past deeds." Other people, on the other hand, were fair game.

Re: Leah Clearwater | Twilight

[element_wizard]

You wait until the powers that be decide to send you home.

[somniar]

"There's something to be said about floating cities and hubris." Morwen says as she eyed the townsfolk as if they were going to attack her or try to chat her up again. With no telling from her expression which of the two prospects disquieted her the most.

She looks back at her, and this cannot be stressed enough, only friend. What mutual tolerance does to a person.

"I am as ever at your disposable."

[brochtuarach]

"Good." There would be hell to pay, otherwise. Jamie won't have any harm coming to her, ever again. Not so long as it's in his power. He gives her hand a warm squeeze and gently begins leading her down the street.

"There's a house, where I've been stayin'," he tells her. "I'll take you there. Ye must be tired."

[somniar]

Morwen was met with immediate upset and startled at the voice breaking through the throng she was trying to break away from like a cat clawing its way out of a bathtub. Already the looks the both of them were getting tipped her off this was another arrival. Her clothing is modest and seemed fit for travel, maybe even a fight. Nothing out of the ordinary from her neck of the woods.

"The Mage's-" Morwen cut herself off as she pondered that with expression of confusion mixed with oh-dear-I've-stepped-in-shit.

"Is that what Fiona and her lot are calling their little fraternity now?"

[somniar]

Starving.

[craftedwords]

Tempting fate.

[somniar]

He's still staving. Which is orerible.

[craftedwords]

Now, now. You don't know he's starving. He could just be bad at his job.

[somniar]

You would know if you were starving.

[ She is a very literal thinker Varric try again ]

[craftedwords]

I'm not. In fact, I had a big meal before I got here.

[somniar]

Nadia said you were a writer not a blacksmith.

[craftedwords]

Let's forget about the blacksmith. Jokes lose their flavor if I have to explain them.

[somniar]

Then you don't know your audience. It happens. I'm Morwen.

[craftedwords]

Varric, and the rumors are true: I am indeed a storyteller.

[somniar]

I'm sorry I've never read your books. I don't read fiction.

[traveledthroughtime]

Journeying is harder, and rougher, than her own time, but at the moment she is fairly wound up. With everything that has transpired since waking, it isn't that surprising, especially given the nature this time. Which, as Claire realizes, isn't as clear this time (although it had taken her some time to understand the stones).

Comfortable with her hand in his own, she recalls the vague greeting she had received when disembarking the ship. "They had mentioned something about residences."

[trueloveskid]

"You're not the first that's happened to either." Obviously everyone is stuck here now, but others have been stuck in other places, from what she's heard.

"It's been about seven months now."

[brochtuarach]

"Aye, they seem to wish us to stay," Jamie says. She clearly doesn't remember being here previously, either. He's not sure how he feels about that, yet. About what might've been, with the bairn they buried with the name "Faith".

"'Tis strange, though," he points out. "The kitchen, anyway. 'Tis unlike what I'm used to. Perhaps you'll ken it."

[traveledthroughtime]

Stay here. It is a strange thought to digest, but with him is home. Scotland. France. Some strange island that she has never heard about. "Have they said why at all?"

Or is this place truly just that peculiar. Her lips give a little twitch though. Her own time is far more modern than his own, yet if that device she had been given is anything go to by. "There have been some changes since the 18th century in that regard."

[brochtuarach]

"Aye," Jamie says, finding himself in better spirits than he has been since he returned to Medietas, and warming to his topic enough to become animated on it. Everything is better with Claire by his side.

"An oven with no fire, and a box that keeps everything cold, without any ice to speak of."

Ganymede | mythology | options 2 and 3

[the_cupbearer]

This place wasn't like much of anywhere Ganymede had ever lived, save for the things that every place had in common: people, shops, the bustle of the market and the quietness of the lonely corners and spaces. He wasn't all that shocked nor all that upset to find that the islands floated, nor that there seemed to be no way off them, because he'd lived with that before.

At least no one was proving themselves as personally and relentlessly invasive as he'd half-expected.

With his hair braided and up in a knot at his nape, he wandered aimlessly around Aerilon and Imber, as always finding himself less at home but far, far more comfortable near water than mountains. In his ankle-length skirt and shirt it was easy to mistake him for a girl from the back before hearing him speak.