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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

Freya Vaughn || Original Character

[luckyescape]

[ooc: Freya is from a world that has everything earth has + some more. So please let me know if she can fourth wall. She happens to like comics but I can adjust her memories of them.]

New Arrival:

[Freya steps to the side of the boat and watches as the waves lazily lap against the hull. Her black tattered backpack is slung over her shoulder with the weight of the books and keepsakes pulling at the replaced straps. She's had it for as long as she's been running and it rarely leaves her side.

She waits for the moors to be tied securely on the dock before making her way towards the edge of the boat. Her fingers drum lightly on the rail as her patience begins to thin. She doesn't hate boats but her better nature dislikes them as a general rule.

Stormy gray eyes set forward as her boots finally step on the solid comfort of dry land. She exhales, feeling the knots in her shoulders loosen with a soft exhale of breath that pulls from her lungs. She can smell the earth and over the stale salt of the sea its refreshing. A light smile tugs at Freya's lips and while being completely new to this island she looks as if she knows exactly where she's going.]

Event

Freya hummed as she moved through the festivities. She liked the atmosphere, the lights and sounds and the sweet promise of adventure teasing at her senses. Her short stature made moving through the crowds difficult though Freya was agile, quick and skilled at finding her way around cumbersome obstacles. She'd flash anyone she saw a warm friendly smile, her expression brimming with earnest confidence.

Her dark clothing stood out but she didn't cared and a few of her tattoo's were visible as if painted on her pale skin: the compass on the inside of her right arm, the tree on her shoulder blade and the roses on her left shoulder. Waves of golden hair cascaded down her back as she paused at the games lining the rows. It had been a long time since she played any of these games but they looked like they could be fun.

A loud voice bellowed through the grounds calling for people to throw a ball and win a prize. Freya stepped up to the game picking up a small ball and rolling it between her fingers.

"Ready to play?"

Network:

[It's a quick text but you can almost hear the playful teasing in each word.]

I think I ran a little to far. So what do you do if you aren't interested in having a stationary 'home'?

Wild Card:

[ooc: I am game for anything and in either format. I like to switch it up~]

New Arrival

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric made it a point to invest some of his time waiting by the docks in case some new arrival should appear to be particularly distressed. Freya obviously was not one of those; he, however, might stand out to her, sitting casually as he was in very old-fashioned looking clothes (although seemingly well-made and in good condition), wearing a sword at his hip. He made no particular secret of watching those coming in off the boats, offering a pleasant, polite smile, his demeanor somewhat pensive, but approachable.

New Arrival

[luckyescape]

Freya was perceptive and practiced enough to case an area without looking obvious. Blending in was a skill, as was standing out and Freya worked hard to be able to do both when the time called for it. It was how she survived. She spotted Alric the moment she stepped off the boat. He stuck out which was either intentional or an over abundance of confidence.

Either way it'd be a fun time.

Freya dropped out of his sight and moved with the crowd. She circled around behind Alric and stepped up to his right side. A smile teased her lips as two thin fingers looped on the strap of her backpack.

"Are you looking for someone or just practicing your creepy stare? If you're trying to be creepy I can give you pointers. For starters you're smiling to much."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raised an eyebrow, glancing toward her--a "creepy stare" wasn't something he was exactly accustomed to being accused of--although he smiled politely all the same, colored just slightly by a hint of an amused smirk. Unaccustomed it might have been, but he'd certainly heard worse and more keenly targeted.

"...I'm not certain, Miss, whether I ought to be wounded or flattered. But, I look for those who may need assistance, upon their arrival, here. Some of us adapt more readily than others."

[luckyescape]

Freya flashed him a warm smile. "Flattered. I was kidding but you did look like you were looking for something specific." She was curious as to what that something specific was. It's nice that he's willing to help those who arrive here but it makes her wonder.

"So how can you tell? Unless someone comes screaming and flailing off the boat. If that is the case how do you help? As smooth as your voice is, I don't think it'll help just by spouting pretty words."

She kept her smile in place, her gray eyes inquisitive and bright as she looked up at him. Freya was very short.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric chuckled lightly and dipped his head in a sort of abbreviated bow.

"My thanks, then. And... not, one hopes, quite so dramatic... but the manner of someone in distress is assuredly distinct from those merely surprised."

He pauses, just a moment, his smile remaining polite, with just a hint of amusement.

"...as is that of someone who takes the new an unexpected entirely in stride. As for myself... I've found that patience and a sincere attempt to explain matters--as best they can be explained, at least--often goes far."

[luckyescape]

Freya laughed softly before shaking her head. This guy was odd though it wasn't in a bad way. She was odd too so there wasn't really much room for judging. Her fingers carefully began to untangle her long mess of hair and her eyes watched the boats and those who continued to meander off them.

"In stride is one way to put it. I'm a traveler by nature." She turned towards him with a smile. "This is just another place to explore." Freya didn't have a family, she didn't have friends and she had no home to miss. To her, it didn't matter where she was as long as she had her backpack she was home.

"Can you really explain this?" She sounded very skeptical.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric smiled to himself, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Insofar as anything can truly be explained. I mean to say that it's often comforting to be introduced calmly and gradually to our circumstances, here, rather than left to sink or swim, so to speak. But, yes, I understand; the last two years, I've been traveling a great deal, myself. I was on my way home, when I arrived here."

Network

[dresdensluck]

This is the best place to run to, madame. And if you don't want to live in the starter home, I am sure no one will force you. [A pause, and harry grins, curious.]

Just out of curiosity, where would you rather live?

Network

[luckyescape]

Madame? That's far to formal. How about you call me Freya and I'll call you... you know, I'll wait and think of something good.

I'm not very good at sticking to one place. I travel and being on the road feels more like home than a stuffy house. That and I think houses should be filled with to many people and loud. Otherwise it's the start of a horror movie and I'm too cute to live to the end of the film.

Re: Network

[dresdensluck]

...or you could just call me Harry? Nice to meet you, Freya.

Hah. I think you'll do fine here. You could always move in with someone else.

Network

[luckyescape]

I'll call you Harry... for now.

That's true and I might. They have to be stupider or more heroic than me if this is a horror movie though. There is always that one person who dies because he's trying to save everyone else.

Re: Network

[dresdensluck]

For now?

This isn't a horror movie, yet.

And the only one I know that silly is me.

Network

[luckyescape]

I like to keep my options open.

I know this is texting but 'yet' still has an ominous feel to it. Also you can't be the only 'silly' one here, that would be incredibly boring.

Network

[dresdensluck]

You're an odd duck.

I was going for ominous. Thank you.

But really, with the exception of the invasion of the savage bunny monsters, everything has been quiet.

You might be surprised. Boring could be the new black.

event;

[somniavi]

This, Ronan had decided exactly two seconds after his feet hit the streets, sucked balls. He had zero desire to talk to people, zero desire to play games, and the first unfortunate person to have tried to suggest he try dancing had earned a snarl and a stream of rather inventive curse words for their trouble.

Still, he wasn't leaving -- not only because Chainsaw (his pet raven) was still flying somewhere above the crowd, fascinated by the lights and the sounds, but also because.

Well. To put it bluntly, he was bored.

Bored enough that he paused to consider the strange woman's words for, oh, three seconds, before smirking and flipping her off.

"Fuck, no."

(If he paused to think, it seemed eerily like the two of them were cut from the same fabric; her clothes matched his, dark jeans with a black tank top, a leather jacket slung over his arm, and perhaps more eerie still, she, too, wore her tattoos like a second skin, even if the ever-changing expanse of images that filled Ronan's back was different, other. Their only difference was hair: his, dark and buzzed short; hers, golden and light like Matthew's, like his mother's. Like another born from a dream.)

event;

[luckyescape]

Freya eyed the stranger curiously. She didn't bother to hide her stare and the longer she watched him the more her stormy gray eyes danced with amusement. The ball rolled skillfully between her small thin fingers making it appear as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Afraid you'll lose?" She pressed her lips together and hummed softly. "I would be too." Her tone was light and while she tried to be unassuming she couldn't stop the smile from spreading over her lips.

"How about this? You win and you get a prize."

Freya didn't really care what language he used and she didn't look particularly threatened by his grumpy attitude. She wanted to have fun, she was somewhere new and no one knew her face. For the moment, she was safe and she was going to enjoy it. This boy was interesting and she really hoped he took her bribe.

[somniavi]

Stares were what he was used to. Stares in the school, from those too afraid to look for long, those who periodically had to look, just to see why someone like Richard Gansey III had chosen someone like Ronan Lynch for his best friend. Stares in the stores, on the streets, from people who were either drawn to look because of his handsome features, inherited from his father, or because he looked like every teacher's (every mother's) worst nightmare.

She had spunk, he had to hand her that; most wouldn't dare to even suggest something like a contest. And maybe, past Ronan would have bristled, angry that this stranger would assume, even for a moment, what he could or couldn't do; the Ronan of now simply smirked. There was no prize he would want; no prize he couldn't dream up for himself.

But the truth stood: he was bored. And she was neither afraid nor wanting to impress him, both facts that counted in her favor.

"How about this," he countered, "you throw first, I decide whether it's even worth it."

This wasn't street racing, but given that no cars seemed to even work here, this would have to do.

[luckyescape]

Freya laughed, her voice ringing like a musical cord through the thick air that surrounded the festivities. She shook her head, her bright hair falling in waves over her shoulder. She tossed the ball up in the air before catching it between her fingers. She was strong, fast and talented.

That didn't mean she knew how to throw a ball. In fact, her aim was horrible. She was hoping that the pins were close enough that her lack of aim wouldn't matter. All she had to do was throw in that general direction and hope that the rubbery ball slapped against the pins.

"I might crack under the pressure." She really didn't care if he watched her but it wasn't as much fun. In the end, she was still playing the game alone.

Freya exhaled a small breath before turning her shoulders towards her target. "This probably bores you." Yeah, she's picking up on that vibe. "How about you tell me what you do for fun and we can find something exciting." Her movements after she spoke was quick. She threw the ball with a surprising amount of force for someone so small. The rubber sphere hit against the side of one of the pins knocking it and three others over.

Two pins remained on the stand.

"I'm no good after all." Freya wasn't really bothered about this fact. Her eyes turned back towards Ronan. "Does this mean you won by default?"

Event

[capgrasdelusion]

One would probably imagine that an area of festivity wouldn't make for a very good place for someone who didn't want bothered to be hanging about, but sometimes the truth really was that the best place to hide was in plain sight. With so many people buzzing about with their own agendas and lists of things to do even a generally displeased looking amputee could fit in.

Mostly, anyway.

There were always occasional glances from people who deemed his obvious physical disadvantage pitiable enough, but in the grand scheme those kind of looks were much easier to ignore than the ones that held dangerous intent. Thus far he hadn't spotted anyone with that sort of motivation in their eyes and he hoped it stayed that way.

Bucky had noticed the petite blonde as he began to pass by, but when no one answered the question she posed his eyes moved from straight ahead back to her. He took in her features a bit more closely, the only indication that he'd even heard her a slight crease of his brows.

"I don't think they heard you." The tone of his voice didn't match the gruffness of his appearance, but there was undoubtedly a certain guarded aspect to the way he spoke.

Event

[luckyescape]

Freya looked over at him, stormy gray eyes shifting while a hint of intelligence and wonder laid stirring beneath. Her lips pulled into a warm smile and the sun peaked through her gaze.

"But you heard me? What do you say cowboy? Care for a bit of fun?" She rolled her fingers around the ball again before tossing it towards Bucky to catch. He didn't have too catch it and she was ready to make a joke about playing fetch if it dropped to the ground.

Freya was the sort of person who picked up on details. She rarely pointed them out unless it was to get her way but there was something off about this guy. The way he moved through the crowd, his posture, his tone, the hand shoved into his pocket, she smelled metal and dust that clung to his clothing.

Event

[capgrasdelusion]

Bucky's eyes cautiously met her stormy gaze as he took in her appearance more closely, the intrigue just behind her own eyes easy for him to see even if he couldn't yet decipher exactly what to make of it. His eyebrows furrowed more deeply when she smiled at him, the sight still rather foreign when it was directed at him.

He dropped his attention to what was in her hand and for a moment he was unsure of how to proceed. In hindsight he didn't really know why he'd stopped or spoken up at all. Bucky had fostered no intention of drawing attention to himself to begin with, but maybe it was the simple and earnest way she spoke that kept him standing there in consideration instead of leaving right away. His gaze went back up to her face, a hint of apprehension on his own features just before she threw the ball his way. He didn't have to break eye contact to catch it -- his reflexes were far too honed for him to let it drop even if he had been given enough time to think about doing so.

The look of discontentment grew more obvious when he shook his head and held his hand out to her to return the object. Part of him wondered how differently he would have responded had she asked the same thing in an age long gone, but the past was the past and Bucky wasn't that guy anymore.

"If you want to have fun you should find someone else." He rotated his wrist to drop the ball back into her grip if she'd let him, his response controlled but honest enough.

Event

[luckyescape]

Freya met his stare without shying away. She noticed something, his eyes were blue. As if the stormy weather in her own irises had cleared away, making way for the bright expanse of light blue that always lay hidden behind the clouds. That blue wasn't touched by the sun but something dark, something haunted, lingering just beneath the surface. The eyes were known as the window to the soul and yet Freya could only pick out small pieces in the few seconds their eyes met.

Her lips tugged into a warmer smile when his fingers curled around the ball. He was fast, which was a trait she found impressive. "Fast, strong, surely you can aim?" The words slipped from her lips before she could stop herself. This man, this stranger, needed to smile. Something made that impossible and while she was curious by nature, that something didn't matter. All that mattered was seeing that sun glint in his gaze.

"How about a deal? Since you've been the one kind enough to respond." Which he might soon regret. "You throw it and win me that cute little stuffed thing there." She pointed to a small puppy wolf thing that hung in the far corner of the stand. "And I'll leave you to blend in and shuffle off into the crowd." She probably won't hold up her end of the deal but that hardly seemed important.

She wanted him to play the game, she wanted him to smile and she really wanted that puppy.

Freya, for her inhuman nature, was strong and fast but her aim was absolutely awful. She didn't practice throwing things and while she can talk big she was very aware of her strengths and weaknesses. When Bucky tried to hand her back the ball she just stood there with her fingers wrapped around the straps of her backpack.

Event

[capgrasdelusion]

That she didn't immediately turn to look elsewhere was also something he hadn't expected, though perhaps he should have. The way she seemed to regard him was different than how most did, and just as he had searched her eyes he could tell she was trying to find something in his as well. That had been part of why he'd broken away, honestly, yet he'd found himself looking at her soon enough again anyway.

She probably meant for the handful of traits she'd recited to be flattering, but Bucky didn't feel much of a reaction toward them. Of course he was those things. If he hadn't been he would have died decades ago. That she had put an inquisitive spin on rather he could aim or not was what garnered a reaction, but not an audible one. Just a look that could easily be interpreted as confirmation. Did he really want to make that deal though? For some reason or another part of him almost wanted to, but not just because she'd leave him be when all was said and done. He wasn't sure what that reason was.

His lips involuntarily pulled taut for just a second when she wouldn't even take the ball back. She wasn't giving him much of a choice, was she?

"I'll do it on one condition." He gave the target a quick glance. "Tell me the name of the girl I'm winning this for."

Event

[luckyescape]

Freya watched as her idea turned and twisted in his thoughts. He had shields and guards up which Freya assumed was a personality trait but he was really bad at hiding certain emotions. Like the fact that he was thinking or the fact that something heavy weighed on him. He sort of looked like a lost puppy, just shy of bearing it's teeth at the rain for dropping on it's head without notice.

"It's Freya." Her smiled widened. It was a charming question. She'd had full conversations with people, had even formed short lived friendships with people but they didn't always ask her name.

A smile touched her lips and she looked up at him feeling excitement bubble in her chest. He more or less admitted that he was going to play the game. "Am I allowed to know your name or do I need to make one up?" She will make up a name for him and it won't be flattering.