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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh." He nodded just slightly but didn't have anything further to add to that line of discussion. It probably came across as rude or that he was disinterested but he didn't really do anything to rectify it.

Bucky decided to settle his attention on the target instead of her during the short length of silence between them. He definitely didn't need as long as he was taking to calculate the right way to hit it -- he'd figured it out a while back already -- but not talking to people often meant he usually found himself unsure of what to say.

"It's short for something." His eyes narrowed a bit but it was hard to tell if that was because Freya had annoyed him by giving his nickname a nickname or if he was simply concentrating. Without any ceremony or warning he drew his arm back and thrusted the ball forward, hitting the intended destination dead center. He felt absolutely zero accomplishment or pride in the accomplishment.

"Happy?" Bucky finally turned back down to her, despite his briefness not sounding like he was leaning toward any particular emotion or another. Part of him was wanting her to tell him he could leave, but another part wasn't positive that he wanted to. He didn't know how to interact properly, no, but it was a bit like he found some sort of solace in the way she acted like he was... normal.

Freya didn't really care if he was uninterested or if he appeared rude, he'd at least acknowledged that her heard her and then moved on. It wasn't as if the topic could go anywhere. Personally, Freya thought her name was awesome and that's all that really mattered.

"What is it short for?" She asked a second before he threw the ball. Light gray eyes watched the ball sail through the air and then smack against the pins. A smile pulled at Freya's lips and she cheered as the man behind the counter gave her the small wolf plush. She moved it's little legs in a wagging fashion as she turned on Bucky, her voice light and playful. "Of course I am! Isn't she super cute?"

Freya peeked up at Bucky, lowering the wolf enough that she could look at him. She felt very short. "Did you want it? Then you can remember the day you were awesome!" Which was always a great thing to remember.

He wanted to think that she was being far too enthusiastic about something so simple but the brightness of her smile and her innocent enthusiasm made it hard for Bucky to hold onto the notion for very long. If it had actually made her happy she deserved to be allowed to feel that. He slipped his hand into his front jean pocket but left his thumb out to idly rub against the fabric.

"... it's short for Buchanan." He said it a bit quieter than he'd meant to. It wasn't his first or even last name, but it was still a small piece of his identity. Was it okay to give out something like that?

Bucky just looked at her when she offered him the prize she'd wanted to begin with.

"Keep it." First he was too quiet, then he was responding too fast. He looked a bit frustrated at himself for a flash of a second and leveled his voice. "You'll take better care of her than I would."

Freya's smile remained strong. Her ear, while seemingly human, picked up on the soft word. She laughed and shook her head. "I can understand the nickname. I can't promise I won't call you that but I'll keep it between us." She hummed softly, lacing her fingers together.

"Since you told me that... I'll let you know one more thing...I don't have a middle name." She thought it was interesting...just like she thought he might keep the prize.

Freya hummed again. "Are you sure? You look like the kind of person who can protect the things they care about."

"Fine." His response was a little too efficient but it did the job. He might have told her to call him whatever she wanted but he had a feeling she'd interpret that as permission to actually address him as Buckaroo. She seemed like that type.

And then, again, she did something he didn't understand. Telling people things about oneself so freely seemed... dangerous. Of course the statement had made him wonder why she didn't have one, but he didn't consider it his business. Asking would go against the whole point of thinking it was dangerous.

"You shouldn't hand out details like that to strangers." Bucky looked at the toy for a moment as if that would actually change his mind before moving his eyes back to Freya. "I'm sure. You were the one who wanted her so much, not me."

"I've declared that it's a boy then and I'm going to name him Buck." A wolf named Buck; best joke EVER!

Freya looked up at him, sliding the small little wolf plush into one of the pockets of her dark pants. It's head ends up sticking out, staring at Bucky as they continue their conversation.

"You aren't a stranger, you're Bucky and believe me-" She smiled. "I can take care of myself." She has, after all, taken care of herself for the last eleven years. She's used to not relying on others to protect her and something as simple as not having a middle name can hardly be detrimental.

"I guess our deal ends here huh." She'll miss him, he's sorta... forward but secretive all at the same time. It's a fun combination.

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