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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!

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Harry grinned aside at her, walking a little slower, maybe, as he towered over her, a little. Even now, he was silly tall.

"Yep. I'm in the phonebook, even." He had followed his alternate future self's idea in that, because it seemed like a good idea to him, in a way. For what he was doing, anyway.

"Just call me Harry, please. And sure, some do. I hate beards though. They're itchy."

He grinned over at her, then looked ahead again.

"Is that under W for Wizard? Or G, for Giant.."

She only really noticed how tall he was once she was beside him, and he was given a sidelong, if slightly craning look. They must grow them big, wherever he's from.

"I'm Devi."

"W." he smirked at her. "I leave the Gs for the actual giants, just in case they come out from under the bridges." He winked at her.

"Nice to meet you, Devi. I like that name. Sounds cool."

"My mother named me. After some great-grandmother or something, the story isn't straight.."

She wasn't sure if she should believe that or not and glanced behind them warily. If her world had taught her one thing, it was that no matter how outlandish something sounded, there was a 60% chance it could happen or be real.

"I wish I could say the same, except I still have no idea what I'm doing here. If this isn't some coma induced mental coping mechanism.... Where the fuck am I?"

"Still cool.: He smiled at her, walking with her.

"Well, as far as I can tell, you, and I, are in a realm on another planet, on floating islands. No one knows why we were brought here, or what is going on, but the natives agreed to allows us to live in houses and get jobs here. Apparently, whatever caused them to be like this and have no other natives here was fairly recent."

He sighed. "I've tried everything I can think of, so far, to get out of here, and nothing has worked. So far as I can tell, something or someone must need something, and they aren't talking, Yet."

"Thanks."

Listening attentively, Devi frowned gently at the explanation, eyeing the passing natives with a blatant but wary curiosity.

"What do you mean, caused them to be floating? Anyone seen what is off the edge of the islands then? Who's in charge of this place?"

Answers, she was pretty sure she knew how to get them. Of course, she didn't, but there were humps to be overcome here and that started with understanding.

"Every time I ask a native, it feels like they are not saying things that mean that this happened recently, this whole floating island thing, but I could be wrong." He nodded.

"No, the field surrounding the islands is opaque, and can't be approached without nausea, then loss of consciousness, and waking up, once more, in the house you were assigned." He chuckled.

"The King and Queen of Medietas seem to be in charge of the actual city, but they haven't let on who did this, if they even know." He nodded again.

"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.

"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."

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.

"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.

The Connery voice is what got her, cracking the veneer with an uncontrollable roll of her eyes as she glanced away and bringing a half cocked smile.

"When in Rome, right?" He was welcome to open the door for her first but she had zero issue doing it herself, so long as they got inside and at a table.

"Since we're such good friends now," - note good natured sarcasm - "What things have you tried with your wizarding magicks?"

Harry grinned as he opened the door, then waved and settled to a nearby table. The place was humming with people. A waitress brought waters and menus and vanished.Then brought breadsticks and vanished again as he worked out what to say.

"Teleportation, a veil to mask me from notice, flying, detection spells, a limited form of shapechanging," because it was mostly too dangerous in his world, "and a few other things. I've tried to be one of the crew on a boat to leave, or hide in the boat, both times passed out then woke up in my house. I tried to fly to the forcefield wall thing, but passed out, and woke up in my house. Teleport did the same thing. Detection spells gave me nearly nothing, but a sense of magic more powerful than that in my own world."

He rubbed his face. "It's very frustrating."

Devi got comfortable, sitting sideways in her booth seat so she could see the door and not have to worry about looking over her shoulder. The water glass and the bread basket was brought closer and she didn't waste anytime grabbing one and carefully tearing off a piece of it while he talked.

"...because you're a wizard," she reminded herself under that barrage of impossibilities. "Right." It still hadn't been accepted as fact, despite what she'd seen but the mind was a resistant creature. She still wasn't sure if she totally accepted that this was real in the first place. Harry could still just be a very impressive figment.

"Sounds like it." It sounded like experiments, and the parallel to science, in any way, was comforting. "Actually, kinda sounds like Fantasy Prison and the Fog are the guards."

Harry grinned at her, but let it pass. He'd find a way to prove it to her, later.

He let it go and grinned wider. "Yeah! It kind of does. Annoying, frustrating, and not at all where I planned on spending my time, but at least less annoying than it could be."

He sighed. "I wish I could get people home who had reasons and real desires to get there, now. Feels kind of like I'm falling down on the job."

"Job? What job? How's it your job to deal with everyone else's problem?"

Wizarding was logic'd out as a skill, or innate talent, not a job.

"Wizard. Some people might not take it so, but I choose to accept it as a responsibility. To help people, and to stand between those who live in the light, and that which lurks in the shadows." Harry nodded.

"You sound like you come right out of a storybook." You're lucky Harry Potter doesn't exist yet in her world; she'd make jokes. "I assume there's a tragic backstory that made you choose your noble quest?"

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