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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]

Eurydice's choice would be to return to the grove she'd been dancing in while Orpheus played, only this time, she wouldn't step on a viper and die in his arms. She glances back to the dock, concern tugging her lovely mouth into a frown when the boat is no longer there.

"You are kind to offer, Remylebeau," she thanks him, the muscles in her left leg working effortlessly to push her into a standing position. He still has her ankle, but she won't ask for it back, because he'll surely let it go to stand. A gentle breeze ruffles her chiton and shifts the heavy waves of her dark red hair. The nymph makes no attempt to control either, her hands still holding the strange items she'd been given. "Are there oak trees here, do you think?"

She might as well make the best of the situation until she understands it a little better.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

He did let go, and rose, offering him her hand as he did so, smiling. "We are all of us in this together, yes? So we might as well help each other."

He smiled. "And please, just call me Remy."

he thought about her question, then smiled. "I don't know, but I know where to look. Care to take a walk? Or will your leg allow it?"

[diffident_light]

Her natural grace falters somewhat as she shifts the odd device into the same hand that holds a map she doesn't know how to read, but reappears as she happily places a small hand in his. A trusting creature, the dryade is not at all concerned for her safety, for she has never needed to fear for it, save where satyrs are involved. He is not a satyr, therefore she has no fear.

"Remy..." She tries out the shortened version of the name he'd told her. It doesn't sound Greek at all. "I can walk perfectly well, I think. Are you a traveller? I cannot recall hearing a name such as yours, and I have met a great many people."

That number is relative, of course.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"We are not in Greece, now, so we are both travelers, but yes, I am not from your land. My ancestors are from a place to the west of Greece, called France." He smiled at her as he led the way.

"When we get somewhere to sit, I can show you how to use the device, and how to read the map, in a basic way."

He wanted to help her.

[diffident_light]

"I do not know the place France," she tells him, stepping lightly beside him. Her bare feet are unused to ground that is not the forest floor; it feels almost like the stone of her beloved's father's balance, but less smooth. She hopes not all the earth is like this, but her motion is graceful and free, almost a dance as she walks. A slight thing, she has to look up at him as he guides them along.

"What is the device and the map, if you please?"

Honestly, she has no clue. None. In her world, the sun is pulled across the sky in a chariot.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"The map is a written description of this world, a description in pictures. If you orient yourself right, you can use it to find the best way to go from one point to another." Remy smiled to her, and kept them going nice and slow.

"The device is designed to let you communicate with others over long distances, like a magic prayer spell. It allows you to talk to people who are not where you are."

[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.

[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.

[diffident_light]

"There is more than one world?" She frowns. "Or more than one stopping place?"

It's all very strange to her, and she keeps close to his side, trusting his knowledge - until he mentions the park. Then her laughter, bright and musical, bubbling like a sun warmed stream over rocks, rings out.

"Oh, no! Men meet nature wherever she is, and most often in the forests of my grove sisters."

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"I think this is another world, yes." He grinned at her as he led her into the park.

"True, but here, men create areas of nature within cities, and choose to meet nature, instead of just encountering it wherever they go."

[diffident_light]

"But Charon's boat..." Hand still clasped in his, she twists to look over her shoulder back towards the dock. No Charon. No boat. Perhaps it isn't a stopping place, after all.

Returning her attention to him, though her smile has dimmed somewhat with concern, she nods in response.

"I am used to the forest," she confides. "I am its daughter, and I so rarely enter the buildings of men."

Though where men enter... well. That's another story, and probably not one for here, given she's just died on her wedding day.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy smirked, having a feeling where her words were going, and let it go, this time. "Well, this one has a woods area, and you can wander in it, if you like, in privacy.

He hoped anyway. He would have to keep an eye on her.

[diffident_light]

Her face lights up again, unable to remain somber for too long at the prospect of trees.

"May I really?" she asks eagerly, and begins to tug him along instead of being pulled by him. "Are there oaks?"

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy grinned to see her smile.

"You may, and yes, there are." He laughed and jogged ahead with her, and led her faster across the park, and into the small woods area. And there, after a few minutes, was a large oak. "How's that one, chere'"

[diffident_light]

Fairly flying across the grass with joy, the nymph stops dead at the sight of the oak, a stately gentleman with wide branches and handsome roots. Not even the strange word interjected into Remylebeau's Greek can jar her attention from the majestic forest dweller.

Dropping to her knees, the dryade reaches a hand out beseechingly, asking the oak without words if his dryade is here.

A soft gasp falls from her lips when she learns she is not, and never has been. Still with her hand outstretched, she looks up at her guide.

"He says there are no dryades here," she whispers. "Is that so?"

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"I don't know. I haven't heard anyone else talking about them." He makes a note to himself to ask others.

"There are other islands, too. We could check on those too, if you want."

[diffident_light]

She looks saddened.

"This oak has grown with no one to love him," she explains, wistfulness in her tone. "I would like to share mine with him for a moment. He should know a dryade's care, if only for a brief time."

Hazel eyes are asking if Remylebeau won't mind halting their exploration for the dryade to climb the oak and imbue it with a tiny bit of her life's force. If she has any. Otherwise, she just wants to be in a tree for a minute.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy nodded, listening. "Of course. Do as you like. I can give you privacy, if you need it?" He had no idea what was involved in sharing.

He smiled at her. "And is there anything I can do to help?" She had a good heart, this girl.

[diffident_light]

The concept of privacy for something so natural is utterly foreign to her, and the nymph shakes her head no to both questions.

"You are welcome to climb, if it takes your fancy," she tells him with a smile, then promptly sheds her chiton. Completely nude save for her long red hair and the few flowers woven into it, the dryade reaches out both hands to the trunk of the tree, then climbs it so swiftly she almost flies. Cradled by strong branches, smooth limbs wrap themselves as far around the oak as her slight body allows. The majestic tree visibly shudders in response, and one branch clearly moves to cradle her back.

Her eyes are closed, and Remylebeau might be able to hear her crooning gently to the ancient tree, singing to him of life and sunlight and rain and sweet joys.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"To climb?" He just shakes his head as he watches her, whistling softly, but not crudely, in admiration, to himself. Wow. She was... excellently made. As she wrapped around the tree, he tried to remember anything at all about dryads. Nope. But he really needed to read more. Yep.

Because.

Wow.

he slid closer, listening, watching her, and curious at what she was doing, how she was doing it. She seemed a little like a mutant.

[diffident_light]

Unaware of his appreciation, the dryade continues to sing softly to the tree, loving it with her whole heart. Nymphs are minor nature deities; rather than having the full powers of a goddess, they hold sway over particular elements of nature. Eurydice is a plant nymph, a dryade with an affinity for oaks. She's imbuing the tree with good health, checking that it's not ailing in any way, and thanking it for allowing her to do so.

The tree is responding to her because that is simply the way of dryades.

After a few minutes, the oak's foliage is slightly more green, its bark a richer brown, and there are several new leaves crowning her auburn hair when she jumps lightly to the ground.

Smiling sweetly up at her companion, who is standing by her discarded chiton, she says, "Thank you for waiting. He's a lovely tree, and it was my pleasure to tend to him."

Eurydice has missed trees greatly in the Underworld.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Watching her definitely was a wonder, and Remy ignored, as she climbed back down, how his body had reacted. He bent and lifted her chifton, extending it for her. "My pleasure, my friend. Here you go."

He smiled a little wryly.

"We should find the house they assigned to you, so you can have it as a home base to go out from."

[diffident_light]

Were today not the first of her life after dying on her wedding day, she would not ignore how his body had reacted. In fact, she'd have been most happy to assist him with that reaction, for hours if he liked. But yesterday - or however long she was in the Underworld - was her wedding day. So today, she is not quite willing to set that aside.

But she does lean up to kiss his cheek in thanks.

"You are kind, Remy," she replies, taking the chiton and wrapping it with expert grace around her slender figure, the material both hinting at and hiding it. "I am glad to have met you. Will I stay here long, do you think?"

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy, most days, tried not to take advantage. But some days, well, it was harder. She was an example of extreme temptation. He flushed at the cheek-kiss and offered her a risque smile. "Now, chere', just helping out a new friend."

He shrugged and offered her a hand as he led the way away from the stately oak. "I don't know. Remy's only been here a short while. So, maybe not?"

[diffident_light]

Precisely as she is designed to be. A nymph is built for two things - her element or piece of nature, and sex. It's simply how they are. She sees no shame in being what she is, but that doesn't mean it's constantly on her mind.

"I do not understand all your words," she smiles up at him, slipping her hand into his. "But it is an endearment? A term for one whom you like? A friend."

As for the rest, she only nods, a little doubtful as to her own permanence. She's supposed to be dead, after all.