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medietas_ooc2016-07-07 11:24 pm
medietas_mods) wrote in medietas_ooc2016-07-07 11:24 pm
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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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He casually moved one hand to cover the leather bands on one wrist, a little embarrassed that he was wearing them. It wasn't his fault; they'd shown up with him. With that totally natural shift of posture, Adam turned his attention from Chainsaw to her dreamer, his smile a little lopsided. He'd thought he'd have ended up there alone forever, and while that wasn't entirely a bad thing, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed his friends.
"Lynch." A sound, halfway to a chuckle. "I built this. That's why it sucks. There's not much to work with around here.
"You thought you were dreaming? Seems a little complicated for that." Not that Ronan couldn't dream some impossibly beautiful, intricate things, Adam was sure. There were just a few too many moving parts.
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Then, he huffed. "Shitbox on two wheels, should've known."
Adam had built the fucking bike, of course, because that's just what he did -- Ronan wasn't even surprised. He would have been more surprised if Adam, ever careful with the money he had, had actually gone and bought himself a bike.
"Well, no." He waved his hand in a cutting motion, gesturing towards the broken ball of something-like-glass, now disintegrating slowly into crystal dust; an explanation without words, a silent why the fuck would I be throwing things if I thought I could just wake up from this.
Instead of saying that, instead of a proper explanation, he scoffed and added, "Like I'd dream a city without cars, this is worse than a nightmare."
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He let Chainsaw inspect them instead, eyes briefly darting away, avoiding Ronan's intent gaze for a second. It seemed easier. First of all, they needed to deal with the fact that they were there at all. Later on, they could deal with the rest. Or not. Maybe they could just fall back into step like nothing had happened at all, and they weren't both kind of concerned about what was happening back home and when they could get back.
"It's my shitbox," Adam protested with another laugh, smirking wider. He was proud of the thing, ugly though it was. It did the trick.
His smirk faltered just slightly at the response. He imagined it would have been worse for Ronan than himself; Ronan had things back home to miss and that missed him. Matthew, Aurora, the Barns, everything else therein. Gansey. Probably even Declan. Yeah, it was definitely a Ronan-type reaction, to throw things because he was annoyed at circumstances. "Yeah, it's kind of a piss-off. I had to get a job in a coffee shop." This, added for the added bonus of picturing Adam in one of those little aprons, beaming at grumpy people who needed their caffeine.
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That fact invited a lot of questions, questions that he could only see answered with things that would fuel his anger into a forest fire, wild and untamed-
and so he asked nothing.
"Two-Wheel-Shitbox, Parrish, important distinction. You wouldn't want to insult your precious Hondayota with the comparison," he said, his answering smirk full of nonchalant arrogance, parrying blow for blow. It was easier, like this; easier to pretend this was just another day for them, that they weren't stranded in who-the-hell-even-knowsville, that Ronan wasn't about to implode from the even mix of worry and anger.
Even if Adam had thought of Ronan missing those from home, them missing him (and hell, if he'd heard it aloud, he would have cursed at him, because what the hell, Parrish, like Gansey wouldn't miss them both, like Maggot wouldn't miss him, like Ronan wouldn't have missed him before, get your head out of your ass), he hadn't hit Ronan's true fear -- if they noticed him gone, if they missed him, fine. That was fine. But if he was gone, gone the way Niall Lynch was gone, then-
'Annoyed' was putting it lightly. 'Going out of his mind because his brother may just have been put to sleep forever' sounded more accurate.
He was doing excellently with not thinking about that, thanks, Adam.
"Are you shitting me? You, in a coffee shop? Tell me you punch them in the face every time someone asks you for a fucking triple venti half-sweet decaf soy latte."
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