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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

[diffident_light]

Seeing someone else in as much confusion as, though possibly more distress than, she, the nymph flits over on silent feet to the girl with hair the color of hyacinths. Crouching down beside her, the waif-like redhead asks imploringly, "Περίμενες να είναι κάπου αλλού, πάρα πολύ?"

This place is far stranger than she'd thought the Underworld to be, and she's beginning to think the gods are playing at something.



[ooc: hover for translation! Further conversation will be typed in English.]

[artistwithasickness]

Surprise and paranoia didn't make for the best of bed mates, even at the best of times for the artist. However soft and slender the (girl? Woman?) was, the sudden, silent arrival of her startled Devi. Falling onto her hip, she scoots back a half foot before she stops herself.

Ok, no - the creature in front of her wasn't monstrous and by the look on her face, probably not hungry enough to eat Devi's face. There was something in the back of her head cackling.

Devi, face wide in surprise, came back with the most intelligent thing she could muster.

"Huh?"

[diffident_light]

Not a monster, no - but not human, either, in spite of appearances. A dryade is closer to a deity than a demon, but she cannot read minds, only expressions, and she has taken the hyacinth girl by surprise, causing her to fall.

"I did not intend to startle you," she apologises with sweet sincerity in Greek. A graceful hand abandons her device to offer assistance to the girl she's inadvertently hurt. "Allow me to help you rise, for I think we are both lost, here."

The nymph doesn't yet know she's not in the Underworld, or that her words will likely not be understood.

[artistwithasickness]

The words were gibberish, but pretty and Devi was suddenly grateful for her years of turning an ear to the older Spanish speaking people to piece together what she could of their conversation in tone and gestures alone. If it weren't for that practice, Devi might comprehend this situation differently.

As it was, the woman wasn't angry or abrasive in her tone, both of which the artist instinctively expected, and the extended hand was considered with a wary look before she slipped her ink stained fingers into the woman's grasp and let herself be helped back to her feet.

"Thanks." Adjusting her black leather trench coat, and pretending like she hadn't been startled onto her ass, Devi glanced over the woman. "I don't suppose asking what it is your speaking is going to get me much of anywhere? Unless you speak English?"

Because that was definitely neither Spanish or English, and only one of those Devi could speak well.

[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.

[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.

[diffident_light]

Oh, those extra sounds are superfluous. Possibly. Eurydice nods slowly, almost certain she's gathered Hyacinth's meaning, but at the look of revelation on her face, the nymph waits in hope for what must be something for further clarity.

Leaning in to watch Hyacinth's fingers move a stylus over something that is not papyrus, but like it, the young dryad is intent on the graceful flow of Devi's hand. While she has absolutely no frame of reference that there is anything actually written there, the lines are very pretty, like vines.

Eurydice realizes she's just been introduced, and that the lines were Hyacinth's name. Devi.

"Devi?" she tries again, with more confidence, a graceful hand pointing at the lines, then the girl herself, and then lifting to indicate her purple hair with a joyful smile. "Devi, with hair of hyacinth."

Smile still lighting her face, she indicates herself.

"Eurydice." She says it slowly and clearly, the Greek sounds forming ev-ree-THEE-kee.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi smiled softly and nodded promptly at the correct enunciation, keeping the sketchbook and pen out in case Pictonary became a thing. At least she wouldn't have to worry about this one accidentally calling her 'Debbie'.

The roll of sounds, amazingly and entrancingly foreign, were taken with a faint pinch of focus across her features, green eyes trying to catch the mouth movements that helped define things.

"Evreedeeke," she echoed, putting too much emphasis on the passing D sound that Eurydice had passed like a soft breath. Devi had no idea what language this was, but she was pretty sure she could listen to it being spoken forever. "Eurydice?," she tried again, never one to accept the first try as the last, and hoping she'd gotten it more closely.

"That's a gorgeous mouthful."

[diffident_light]

Debbie might have occurred, had the nymph not been concentrating so very hard on climbing over the language barrier. Having a 'V' sound in her native tongue helps immensely, and the red-haired dryade looks delighted at both the confirmation of her pronunciation, and Devi's own attempt at Eurydice's name. She has it much closer on the second try.

"Yes!" she laughs. "We are now known to one another. You are Devi and I am Eurydice, and we are both lost in this place."

Greek is the language of the gods. It can't be anything but gorgeous, not that the nymph is at all comprehensive of Devi's words. The meaning is there in her tone, though, and she's pleased to have made a friend.

Another gesture at the purple-haired girl (a nymph is a poor judge of age, appearing mostly ageless once she has passed her adolescence; Eurydice had lived roughly eighteen summers) is followed by a sweeping motion of their surrounds and the dock, and a helpless expression is added to it.

"Do you know where we are or how we got here? I was not on the boat they say I was."

[artistwithasickness]

Eurydice's sheer brightness about it all was oddly infectious, especially without context, pulling Devi's smile broader and taking a few years off her already young face. She was only 22 but the serious, adult air she drew around herself with the apathy that protected her against the oddness of her world made her seem older to people who gauged it.

Devi glanced around at the gesture, taking in the helpless look and the lift in tone that indicated a question and shook her head.

"I have no idea what's going on. I think I might be going crazy, personally but.." That didn't solve things. Admitting it to someone who didn't understand was alright though. "Maybe.."

Maybe the map held some clues. A legend, a world name, something. It was pulled out of her backpack and Devi tucked her pen behind her ear so she could uncrumple it and look it over. She glanced up at Eurydice and lifted the map a little.

"You got one of these too, right?

[diffident_light]

A new friend, though one she can't understand, and already one she's managed to make smile. Eurydice considers this a success - more so when her usual method of making friends is far more personal in nature. But she's had a terrible day as far as her memory tells her. She's not at all certain of how much time has passed since she died in Orpheus's arms and when Charon's boat led her here, but she'll call it yesterday because the gods have not told her otherwise. That sense of loss and her own certainty that she either is or was dead has subdued the more primal part of her nature, and left her with only her sweet mannerisms to get by.

Devi is obviously accomplished at understanding things that are not spoken, because the nymph knows she's responding to her question even with their unmatched tongues.

Hazel eyes widen at the crumpled papyrus, and the question.

"I was given papyrus, too," she enthuses, holding hers up as she bends with a dancer's grace to collect the communication device and offer it for inspection. "But I do not know what this is. It is not heavy enough to be stone."

As a nature deity, she is utterly illiterate, but she is not unintelligent. Once she realises what the map is, things will be much better.