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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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Marion had been on her way home. To sleep for a few hours before heading in for her day job. Being a cop and a radio DJ has left her busy. With little time to go cause trouble with any vampires that might be in the area.

Only this asshole just happened to be right here.

Excuse you. Stop smelling like the thing she was reforged into killing. "Yeah?"

She had to fight the urge to add a violent swagger or a sneer to her response. Vampires don't get the nicest treatment for her. And she should smell very strongly like wolf and violence.

Still, his heart was beating and he was alive. His breath might have a hint of B Negitive, and those shades are clearly hiding something but he thought he didn't stand out. He blinked behind the sunglasses He reached up pushing his shades up to keep his red eyes hidden.

She smelled Like Jack to him, Jack was a friend and thus why he didn't start to worry. "I was wondering if maybe you could spare a moment. I thought it best to ask someone already here than those at the docks about what is going on."

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"Right."

His heart is beating. Yet she smells what she has come to call 'blood-breath'. That combination has something violent crawling around in her head. The motion to adjust his sun glasses is unconsciously tracked by her gaze.

"That's.... Complicated. Can do."

Blood breath was an accurate description. He really needed to carry some Listerine strips on him. Not that he would remember them half the time anyway. He didn't feel any real worry, though he noticed things he just didn't see a reason to be alarmed when it came to the woman he was speakig to. Being cosmically kidnapped was a little more alarming than a she-wolf.

"I want to know how to get back home. I am on call and the hospital will be displeased if I can not be reached. I am a doctor." he explained, it wasn't fully a lie. "that and my ex wife will raise ten kinds of hell should she call and I not answer." That much was true. Martine would find a way to make him pay. They didn't love one another anymore, but she would always be his wife. And she called whenever she wanted and raised hell when he ignored her.

On second though, maybe being here was a blessing.

"Uh..." She trails off and reaches up to scratch at the back of one ear. It is such a wolf-like move but Marion barely notices it. Her accent is about to slide right on into this conversation.

Hello sauve-ish Eastern European sounding man meet Texan not exactly well-polished lady. Who will smile slightly at him. It's with pity.

"You can't. We've all been kidnapped from our homes... It. It isn't going to sound sane either, pard. Ain't exactly the easiest thing to explain either."

Oh god, he knows that kind of accent. People with that accent tended to not get on well with him... granted he was not the type to judge someone on their accent, nationality or... really anything until they gave him a reason. He was a pretty laid back creature, unless he was making his own misery.

Oh god, the pity look, he offered a weak smile in return. "She's going to burn everything." was he kidding, who knows. Martine was a special breed of woman, but very beautiful. "Try me, I can accept and understand many things. As long as I am not keeping you from anything pressing that is."

"Ever hear the Multiverse theory?" That is a good place to start. She blinks glancing up at the sun and yawns sleepily. She could use a few hours in bed even if lately all she has are nightmares about the dead and the people whose murders haven't been solved yet.

It is weighing on her mind.

"Nothing that can't wait." She pats her jacket down and has to reach for the inside pocket for her sunglasses. "Sorry. It's bright this morning. Anyways. I'm Marion Scotts. Detective with the Medietas Police Department.... And I'm not from this world. Like you and many others I woke up on a ship. For the past few months people from different worlds have been wakin' up on the boats...Are you following me so far?"

"The idea that multiple realities exist at once and often cross paths?" He's from a world of super dicks... i mean heroes, he understood the idea of it.

He was glad he had already put his shades on. The sun didn't hurt him like legends say, he wasn't really a vampire just... kind of. It just hurt his eyes Besides, everyone should wear their sunglasses at night. Clearly they both do.

"Yes, indeed it is. Dr. Michael Morbius, it is a pleasure to meet you Detective Scotts." His mind was finally realizing MAYBE he should be worried. Him and cops never ended well either, opps. "Yes, following quite easily."

"Yeah, exactly," she beams at him. Her smile is bright with almost too many teeth. She isn't trying to look scary at all. This isn't the time to toss around threats.

Except he smells like blood to her and she kind wants to threaten to punch him in the dick.

Why? No idea. It's just an itch in her hands she has trouble containing.

"Medical?" She almost brightens. "We could use more medical doctors not... Not that I have a secret wish-list or anything."

She almost blushes over her comment. "Basically, no one seems to know why we got brought here. The King and Queen stay locked up in their castle all the time. Other than that? The locals have been friendly... So far. The Chief let me on the force. So that says something."

He should be concerned, he should, but he just wasn't. He was just to used to Jack. Him and Jack have gone a few rounds before... mostly after Mike found out that Jack and slept with Martine, but these things happened.

"Well, yes and no. I work as medical but my PHD is in biochemistry." He felt a little strange saying it. A man whose won a Nobel Peace Prize... but had been to sick to go get it instead sending his best friend and wife in his place before he stupidly exparamented on himself. It felt strange to try and sound proud. But he did save a lot of people, it helped make up for those hes killed. A chuckle escaped. "Maybe I could be of service than, though I am curious, if such a list you may or may not have what else would be on it?"

He nodded some. "So, basically the locals are accepting everyone like they were expected?"

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