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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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"The stones," he says, finally beginning to return to Earth at her words. He would never want to frighten her.

"I sent ye back, I watched ye go," he says. "Ye dunna remember?"

While she knows of the stones, and knows of them quite well, the last time she has been there was when she had made her choice. There is no recognition as to what he is talking about, but when he says he sent her back... He sent her back?

Already she is shaking her head, quite venomously, as if to deny the very possibility that she actually would. "No. I chose you that only time and I have never looked back."

True, they have had their moment, and there have been times when Claire has cursed his very being. Yet in anger only, but in love as well. It never does stop, those feelings.

"Oh, Claire," he murmurs, holding her close, nuzzling her hair. She even smells the same. Exactly the same. He can't account for her memory, but nothing else is amiss, and if she wants to think they were never separated, that the disaster at Culloden hasn't happened, he's more than fine with that.

"Of course, mo cridhe. You're here now, that's all that matters."

While there is comfort in his arms, a deep rooted one that speaks solely of home and belonging, she cannot simply forget his words. And as she thinks, feeling the warmth that radiates off of him like a furnace, her mind turns. "We were returning to Scotland from France."

Tipping her head slightly to look as him, to say yes. Yes. That is it, isn't it, my love?

"Good," he says, though he feels a pang for the bairn that's not there. "Good. It's best this way."

"I swear, James Fraser..." It is a question of what isn't he telling her? Yet what can't he be telling her? She skims her mind, although nothing is adding up. If he plans on bundling her off to the stones as a precaution against what may well be, he would find his wife not so willing. Whatever is coming, there is still time.

A light breath is released, before softly again she speaks, but does not press or pressure but simply affirms what is already known. "You know you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, it isn't something you need carry alone."

"I will," he promises, kissing her again. "I'll tell ye everything. Just - not now. Not yet."

For one thing, they're out in public and he's just not prepared to explain the situation to her. But also, he just wants to take some time and be happy that she's here. That she's safe, and alive, and with him again. Where she belongs.

Her gaze lingers for a moment longer before she nods, accepting that whatever is bothering him he will tell her, in good time. Of course, it may well come to pass that Claire will figure it out, at least partially, on her own as she learns more about this place. Her arm links through his, her side pressing gently against his own. "When you're ready then."

"You - you're all right?" Jamie asks, feeling whole for the first time in a long time. Just having her next to him again is something he never thought to experience again.

"Aside from the feeling that arrives with being suddenly displaced?" There is a softness to her voice though. The first time has prepared her, if even a little. As long as he is here, it will always be alright in the end. "But notwithstanding that, I am fine, Jamie."

"Good." There would be hell to pay, otherwise. Jamie won't have any harm coming to her, ever again. Not so long as it's in his power. He gives her hand a warm squeeze and gently begins leading her down the street.

"There's a house, where I've been stayin'," he tells her. "I'll take you there. Ye must be tired."

Journeying is harder, and rougher, than her own time, but at the moment she is fairly wound up. With everything that has transpired since waking, it isn't that surprising, especially given the nature this time. Which, as Claire realizes, isn't as clear this time (although it had taken her some time to understand the stones).

Comfortable with her hand in his own, she recalls the vague greeting she had received when disembarking the ship. "They had mentioned something about residences."

"Aye, they seem to wish us to stay," Jamie says. She clearly doesn't remember being here previously, either. He's not sure how he feels about that, yet. About what might've been, with the bairn they buried with the name "Faith".

"'Tis strange, though," he points out. "The kitchen, anyway. 'Tis unlike what I'm used to. Perhaps you'll ken it."

Stay here. It is a strange thought to digest, but with him is home. Scotland. France. Some strange island that she has never heard about. "Have they said why at all?"

Or is this place truly just that peculiar. Her lips give a little twitch though. Her own time is far more modern than his own, yet if that device she had been given is anything go to by. "There have been some changes since the 18th century in that regard."

"Aye," Jamie says, finding himself in better spirits than he has been since he returned to Medietas, and warming to his topic enough to become animated on it. Everything is better with Claire by his side.

"An oven with no fire, and a box that keeps everything cold, without any ice to speak of."

For someone who hasn't grown up with the knowledge of it, it likely could appear akin to magic. Claire knows that there are superstitions, recalling the child left out by its parents. Yet even in her own time, things are changing, and changing quickly with some items. "They are rather convenient, aren't they?"

"Perhaps, if ye ken how to use them," Jamie points out with a faint snort. "There are so many buttons."

The one is generally quite easier than the other, unless it does involve more than opening a door and putting food in to cool. The other? She would need to look upon it, although Claire isn't much of a cook. She can boil an egg or a potato, and even make toast, but her culinary skills aren't exactly what she is known for.

Still, she offers a smile, the mental image of Jamie attempting bread or a roast in a stove just not quite fitting. "Like many things in life, practice does bring proficiency."

Hey, electric refrigeration is a totally new concept to him!

"Aye, though I suspect I'll never be much of a cook," Jamie says.

"A good thing I didn't wed you for your cooking skills." A teasing smile on her face. She had not wed him for a number of reasons. It might not have been conventional, given the circumstances, but in the end, she loves him. It is as simple as that.

"Aye, ye didna wed me for my looks, nor my brains," Jamie says good-naturedly, just elated to have Claire back with him again. He offers a thanks to God again for bringing her back, and clutches her hand all the tighter.

"Perhaps not, but I do love you for them, even when you are being stubborn and hard headed." Yet that isn't all that she loves of him. So many other pieces that make up James Fraser fall with that category.

On impulse, Jamie turns and wraps her up in his arms again, heedless of them being in a public place. "Ah, Sassenach," he says, kissing her soundly. "Ye canna ken what it means to hear ye say that again." To hear her say anything, but especially that.

It does bring a graceful smile to her lips as they meet his, a hand settling at his hip. It has never dulled, those emotions that arise when he kisses her, whether gentle and chaste, or hard and rough. Hers is a kiss that says that she never wants to let him from her sight again. "I'll say it daily, if you'd like."

"Every day," he agrees, pressing their foreheads together. "I'll hold ye to such a promise."

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