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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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Harry squinted, then blinked. "Huh, you have these sorts of delusions a lot?" He was curious with no judgment in his tone.

"Sorry, but there are most definitely Powers that be, pretty much in every universe."

He grinned. "There is a shop that sells awesome noodles, and other things too. Care to go see?"

"And you call me delusional," she replied blandly at his assertion, under a brief lift of one eyebrow. The mention of them 'selling' food made her pant herself down until she pulls a black wallet, chained to her hip, from her back pocket and pops it open.

"Sure, if I can get something for four bucks and-" With a quick fishing in her pocket, Devi withdrew a few coins, a bottle cap and a crumpled receipt. "Thirty five cents. Unless they've got some 'crazy tab' offer."

Harry grinned. "Not delusional, experienced." He nodded to her.

"I'll spot you today until you get to your house. The island spots you a little cash, until you get a job here." He nodded as he waved a hand.

"Great, retail. Just what I always wanted to do." So enthused.

"But thanks." No, she didn't really want to argue the reality or delusion that was Faith or 'God' or whatever you wanted to call it. The hand wave seen and openly noticed, but she wasn't sure what it meant.

"Are you.. telling me to get on?" She eyed his bike like it was a Deception. Probably with pincers.

"It's not all retail. There are other jobs in this place." he cocked an eyebrow at her, curious at her pessimism, and her words.

"Hmmm? No. Sorry. Was thinking out loud. I meant to say, shall we go? I can lead you to the place with the noodles. Or guide you to your house, if you like, depending on which one they assigned you." he chuckled. "Sometimes, my hands get ahead of my brains."

"Seeing how as I don't have a house, noodles will have to do. Lead the way oh wise one. You can tell me about the spectacular desk jobs then, with their killer 401 K that probably includes a murder suicide pack with your cubical mate.." There's that dry wit again.

"What did you say your name was?"

Harry blinked at her. "Didn't the people at the docks assign you one?" He pointed back to the people at the end of the docks, eying them with annoyance. "They only have one job!"

He snerked.

"Maybe not a 401K. And no murder suicide pacts. That would be silly." He shook his head.

"I didn't. People call me Harry."

Devi glanced back at the dock workers. Had they? It was entirely possible that she hadn't paid any attention and missed something vital. She wasn't sure she could muster up enough fucks to care. Did it matter in a coma hallucination?

"Hard to find good help anywhere, isn't it... I'm Devi. I'd say it was nice to meet you but since I can't be sure you're really there.." She'll save that for another time. "So what kind of jobs then, if not retail and Corporate hell? Chasing faeries?"

This place looked like the kind of place that might have them.

"No worries." He grinned. "You're definitely the nicest person ever to assume I was a delusion." Harry nodded, rubbing his face. "Not that I've seen. A lot of skilled labor work, from police, to those functions needed in police staff, tailors, gardening, cooking, and just about any business you can imagine, well, depending on what it sells, it might work here."

He grinned again. "It takes time to learn things, but... yeah."

Alright, fine. For a hallucination, he could have been worse and Devi cracked the smallest of smirks in response. It was start and better then the general lack of emotion in total that she'd shown thus far.

"I'm a fast learner." He could lead the way whenever he was ready, she'd fall into step beside him with her black, half tied, paint splattered boots. "Lemme guess, you've just got one of those 'delusion' type faces, right?" It was a joke. "Do people tend to be assholes to what they think their own heads have cooked up? Seems counter productive, to me."

Her smile made him grin back. He reached down to his bike as he spoke, tapping a spot between the handlebars. "Sometimes, people take exception to the magic." As he spoke the bike simply folded up as if it were paper and then he was holding a long staff made of white oak, capped on both ends with bands of old iron, and writ with runes across the whole of it.

He led the way down the road. "I'm not a subtle wizard, but I'm also not quick to anger, at least." And he nodded. "And yeah, sometimes people can be very much assholes."

The inevitable question, echoed back in confusion, was cut short as the bike folded impossibly into itself and changed to something completely different. She'd said once that nothing surprised her anymore. Nothing was too weird. She.... might be reconsidering that statement.

It took her a second and a brief jog to catch up to him again, choosing to not even acknowledge the oddity - This was going to take some getting used to.

"Wizard," she echoed, rolling that over in her head. "I thought all you guys had wispy beards and shit.. Harry the Wizard.."

She wasn't sure how she felt about that - the name, specifically. It needed work.

Harry grinned aside at her, walking a little slower, maybe, as he towered over her, a little. Even now, he was silly tall.

"Yep. I'm in the phonebook, even." He had followed his alternate future self's idea in that, because it seemed like a good idea to him, in a way. For what he was doing, anyway.

"Just call me Harry, please. And sure, some do. I hate beards though. They're itchy."

He grinned over at her, then looked ahead again.

"Is that under W for Wizard? Or G, for Giant.."

She only really noticed how tall he was once she was beside him, and he was given a sidelong, if slightly craning look. They must grow them big, wherever he's from.

"I'm Devi."

"W." he smirked at her. "I leave the Gs for the actual giants, just in case they come out from under the bridges." He winked at her.

"Nice to meet you, Devi. I like that name. Sounds cool."

"My mother named me. After some great-grandmother or something, the story isn't straight.."

She wasn't sure if she should believe that or not and glanced behind them warily. If her world had taught her one thing, it was that no matter how outlandish something sounded, there was a 60% chance it could happen or be real.

"I wish I could say the same, except I still have no idea what I'm doing here. If this isn't some coma induced mental coping mechanism.... Where the fuck am I?"

"Still cool.: He smiled at her, walking with her.

"Well, as far as I can tell, you, and I, are in a realm on another planet, on floating islands. No one knows why we were brought here, or what is going on, but the natives agreed to allows us to live in houses and get jobs here. Apparently, whatever caused them to be like this and have no other natives here was fairly recent."

He sighed. "I've tried everything I can think of, so far, to get out of here, and nothing has worked. So far as I can tell, something or someone must need something, and they aren't talking, Yet."

"Thanks."

Listening attentively, Devi frowned gently at the explanation, eyeing the passing natives with a blatant but wary curiosity.

"What do you mean, caused them to be floating? Anyone seen what is off the edge of the islands then? Who's in charge of this place?"

Answers, she was pretty sure she knew how to get them. Of course, she didn't, but there were humps to be overcome here and that started with understanding.

"Every time I ask a native, it feels like they are not saying things that mean that this happened recently, this whole floating island thing, but I could be wrong." He nodded.

"No, the field surrounding the islands is opaque, and can't be approached without nausea, then loss of consciousness, and waking up, once more, in the house you were assigned." He chuckled.

"The King and Queen of Medietas seem to be in charge of the actual city, but they haven't let on who did this, if they even know." He nodded again.

"Well shit," she said with a resigned, albeit still slightly irritated sigh. The universe was apparently ready to get creative with it's total fucking of her.

"Guess I'm back to 'Where's the noodles?'" Problems of the now were easier to solve and think about.

"Just a little farther ahead." He grinned at her, and nodded. "I understand. I'm still trying new things, and I am sure others are too. We're not giving up. But... it's proving harder than anticipated."

Harry nodded, rubbing his face as they turned a corner, then he nodded, pointing. "There it is!" The cafe was a little restaurant, really, and it had the best noodles Harry had tasted since Chicago, which had been awhile, for him.

"They make killer noodles and also a wicked grilled cheese sandwich."

For someone who didn't cook, her stomach was an awful big priority right now, and she shamelessly blamed it on the newly sprung situation and a killer survival instinct. Get fat before they're hunted in the streets like the Run of the Bulls. Not that she'd say no to the goodies that came with that particular party.

At the sight of the restaurant, her stomach grumbled in protest that she muffled under a hand.

"Noodles and cheese? What kinda place is this?"

Oh no, don't think that was the end of her questions - until eternity, there would likely be more, given the room and time.

"This is a native joint that has adapted to us strange people, and so has no... style, I guess? In our foods, anyway?" He grinned at her and a flawless Connery voice flowed from his mouth for the next line. "Stick with me kid, and i'll show you all the good eating places."

He smirked. He had worked hard on that voice.

The Connery voice is what got her, cracking the veneer with an uncontrollable roll of her eyes as she glanced away and bringing a half cocked smile.

"When in Rome, right?" He was welcome to open the door for her first but she had zero issue doing it herself, so long as they got inside and at a table.

"Since we're such good friends now," - note good natured sarcasm - "What things have you tried with your wizarding magicks?"

Harry grinned as he opened the door, then waved and settled to a nearby table. The place was humming with people. A waitress brought waters and menus and vanished.Then brought breadsticks and vanished again as he worked out what to say.

"Teleportation, a veil to mask me from notice, flying, detection spells, a limited form of shapechanging," because it was mostly too dangerous in his world, "and a few other things. I've tried to be one of the crew on a boat to leave, or hide in the boat, both times passed out then woke up in my house. I tried to fly to the forcefield wall thing, but passed out, and woke up in my house. Teleport did the same thing. Detection spells gave me nearly nothing, but a sense of magic more powerful than that in my own world."

He rubbed his face. "It's very frustrating."

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