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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!

Comments

Jenny Fraser Murray | Outlander

[graciousflower]

This isn't right. She'd been intending to head downstairs to watch Jamie and Ian collect the rents (to help them collect the rents; God knows Jamie probably doesn't know what he's doing, and as much as she loves Ian, she knows he's not the one who can make Jamie do what he should), and instead she woke up in this dark place. Wherever it is. Why was she asleep? Did she hit her head? She doesn't think so. It's not pounding like she would expect it to if she had hit it, and her careful prodding of her head reveals no bumps or tender spots.

She doesn't appear to have hurt herself anywhere, so that's a small blessing. She makes her way up the nearby stairs -- waddles, more like; she doesn't go anywhere in a hurry anymore -- and is surprised to find herself on the deck of a boat.

That is definitely not right.

There are docks in the distance, and people. Hopefully one of them can give her an answer. All she knows is that she's not where she should be, and she doesn't know where she is. Everyone else on board seems to be as confused as she is, at least, which means it's not likely that any of them are responsible for this.

But someone on shore must be, which means that somewhere on shore are the answers. All she can do right now is wait quietly, if not particularly patiently, until she arrives there. She stands at the rail, hands around her stomach, waiting. Ooch. This bairn could arrive tomorrow and she wouldn't complain.

As soon as the boat touches the dock, she's the first one stepping off the ship, needing to find an answer. She strides right up to the first person she sees, having no idea who's in charge around here. "I want to speak to whoever has brought me here. They cannae just take people from their home like that."

Re: Jenny Fraser Murray | Outlander

[data_2]

"I fear I will be of little help. As yet, I have been able to find no actual responsible parties, despite a rather extensive scan and exploration of the islands. Perhaps, however, they are merely, as they say, biding their time."

The voice is evenly measured as Data turns to the woman and nods, his look somewhat off, even in this new body.

he does, however, attempt a smile at her.

[graciousflower]

Sorry, Data. She does not comprehend what you are telling her. Not because she doesn't understand the words. She just doesn't know how there can be no one who knows what's going on.

"Well have you looked everywhere?"

[data_2]

"Everywhere I can find to look. I even used spellunking equipment to look under the islands. Unfortunately, they were only rock, down there." Data takes no offense, in fact, he himself is not happy about this. He is not sad, either, but he is definitely not happy.

"THe oddest thing happened when I scaled the castle wall, seeking answers there. I stopped functioning, and regained consciousness in the starter home assigned to me. It was a very unpleasant experience."

[graciousflower]

"Stopped functioning?" She doesn't even know what electricity is. She definitely won't understand androids. "So you what, fell asleep?"

[hummerdoc]

Ratchet had a few moments of free time, and decided to check out the newest arrivals. Occasionally they needed medical attention and the locals weren't very quick about letting the clinic know in a timely fashion. Ratchet's ears then eyes were caught by a familiar accent, though very feminine.

Scottish accent, and eighteen century garb, and very much pregnant. Oh frag. And Claire had gone, or he would have had someone trustworthy to offer as a midwife.

"Ah, excuse me, ma'am? Hello. I'm not sure they even know why they've had an influx of new arrivals, either."

[graciousflower]

Ratchet has no way of knowing, right now, how appropriate that would be, though as she doesn't yet fully trust Claire, it's probably for the best anyway.

"How can they not know? If it's happening in their domain, they should know about it." She and Ian do. If strangers randomly appeared, they would want to know why.

[hummerdoc]

"More than likely because it's been only a few months. I haven't had the time to do any more investigating." Ratchet huffed and looked her over.

"Would you like me to show you somewhere to sit down? I'm sure the bad news isn't helping."

[graciousflower]

It’s actually more ‘disappointment’ than ‘bad news’ that no one has found the answer, but she isn’t going to correct him right now.  “You’re the only one who’s been doing any investigating?  Out of all of these other folk here, none of them have helped ye?”  Are they all useless?

Then she relents a little.  But only a little.  “Aye, I could do with finding someplace to sit.”  If only she doesn’t feel like the shove of the crowd will knock her over.

[brochtuarach]

There is something wildly disconcerting in finding oneself busy with one's business, in a place one considers foreign, to put it mildly, and then suddenly hearing an incredibly familiar voice from across the way. It's the sort of feeling that almost sends Jamie physically reeling, and he blinks, squinting into the crowds around the docks.

It can't really be her. Can it?

...Holy Mother of God, it is.

He starts pushing his way through - he still manages to be taller than most people around, though his height isn't perhaps as impressive as it would be back home, comparatively speaking. Still, he manages to use it to his advantage.

"Jenny? Jenny!"

[graciousflower]

Her head snaps around when she hears a familiar voice. She might be annoyed at Jamie right now, but he is still her brother. He's also the only person here she knows (so far, anyway). It's starting to seem more like someone is playing an elaborate joke, and she really wishes it would stop.

"I don't suppose you've got an answer either?"

[brochtuarach]

He grips her shoulders firmly, affectionately. He doesn't miss the fact that she's large with child (again? already? whispers his mind. Has it been that long, since last he saw her?), but he has to smile at her all the same. A mixed blessing, but still a blessing.

"Not one that ye will like, I'm afraid," he admits. "But 'tis good to see ye again, all the same. How is Ian?"

[graciousflower]

"Jamie. You and Ian are supposed to be collecting the rents." How can he just be standing there so calmly when they're needed at home? They have an estate to run, and here they are. Passing the time of day like it's no big deal.

Re: Jenny Fraser Murray | Outlander

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko doesn't stand up, but looks up at the approach of a woman who looks less than pleased. (Don't they all.)

"Well," says she of the bright blue hair and skintight jeans as she re-laces a shoe, "The people literally responsible might be difficult to get hands on, nobody knows who they are, but if you can find a way into that castle up there, feel free to interrogate away. As to that second bit, evidently they can since we're all here."

[graciousflower]

Well isn’t this a sight.  Someone who appears to be female, though dressed only in leggings and a shirt no respectable man would wear out of the house (at least, he wouldn’t if his wife has any sense).  She just raises an eyebrow, for now, but she may have more to say on the matter later.

“The castle hasnae got a door?  Is it necessary to find some other way in?”

[electro_kinetic]

"Sure it does, but it's locked," she says, standing up and brushing her knees off, utterly unashamed that she's baring most of her midriff between the cropped tee shirt and the low-rise jeans. Loads of people have given her those eyebrowed looks and comments over her clothes over the years.

"So unless you've got a magic key hidden somewhere in all that dress we're right back at square one. But on the bright side there's no physical harm involved in this place." Yet.

[graciousflower]

"I can hide a lot in my dress, including that which I hadna ought to let those who are not my husband see." Nori not caring is not enough to get Jenny to drop it.

"There must be someone who can get through a locked door." Especially if it might have answers on the other side.

[traveledthroughtime]

To say there are new things to learn is like saying there is water in the ocean. It is not descriptive enough by far. Both the hospital and the library are places where Claire has buried her nose in, learning, always learning, about all the advancements since her time. In a way, she feels as if she has stepped forward through the stones, to a time that is far beyond her own.

It has kept her busy, between work and learning, and other endeavors. She has been on the main island, and has finished up her shift for the day. With no pressing issues that had kept her, Claire had set out, intent on her destination, until there is a voice. It is familiar, and it does make Claire come to a complete stop. For a moment, she stands there, before it registers. Yes. Yes, it is. And pregnant. Very, very pregnant.

"Who actually ever lays claim to that, has not actually announced their role in any of this."

[graciousflower]

She turns when she hears the familiar voice, the one she only heard for the first time yesterday, when Jamie strolled back into their lives after four years of thinking he was dead. She's not sure Claire's presence helped the situation any. She's unsure what to make of Claire herself. Jamie should have a Scottish wife; Lallybroch should have a Scottish lady, someone for whom the land is in the blood. This is what he has instead.

She's not sure Claire's presence helps here, either. She can't even say that it's not the English who are behind this, because she gets the impression that Claire's not on good standing with them either.

Is she just supposed to go along with this?

"It matters not to them that some of us have families or obligations, I suppose."

[traveledthroughtime]

While Claire can make an educated guess as to when Jenny might be from, a guess is all it would be. She can't really speak about time marching onwards, as Claire knows firsthand that it isn't always the case. Yet this is beyond her own experience with the stones. With that in mind, she certainly isn't going to start talking about time travel.

"You would suppose correctly. Whatever their desire is, they do not make it known. All simply arrive by the same method and are deposited at the same destination." She has watched the ships sometimes, seeing them dock and watched as new individuals came out.

[graciousflower]

"It seems to me that they'd get a lot farther toward gettin' what they want if they told us what it was they wanted." It seems strange to her, all of this, and she's not sure what she thinks of Claire's presence here, or Claire as an ally, but at least Claire has some information about the situation.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy turned around and grinned at her. "Dere ain't no one you can talk to about dat, chere'. Fraid the powers that be are a little shy, here. And they arranged all o' this, or so Remy has heard."

His Cajun accent flowed smoothly, and he swept her a grinning bow. "But perhaps a Cajun can help the pretty lady?" His bright red-on-black eyes shone in amusement.

[graciousflower]

She's not sure what exactly a Cajun is, but he doesn't sound English, so he's got that going for him. "That depends on what a Cajun can tell me about this place."

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

"A bit, sure, chere'." Remy glanced around, thought for a minute, then launched into it, using his hands to help the tale along. "Far as I can tell, we've been brought here by some powerful being, and the king and queen of this land, rather than taking it out on us, have given us chances to survive, and settle here, until we can find ways out. They let us settle in new housing, take up jobs, and find out own ways to live, even as we seek our ways home."

he glanced around, then back at the boats, pointing. "I tried to sneak onto a boat, and managed, once, but when the boat got a certain way out, I was suddenly unconscious, and woke up in the house they gave me. Then, I tried to scale the castle, and ended up finding the same thing. Get to the top, unconsciousness ending with me back at my house."

he shrugged. "So far, I can' tell if there's another way out. None of the natives seem to know a thing, and the people from other worlds seem as clueless as me."

[papercutter]

Senjougahara happens to be the person Jenny steps next to on the boat as she looks towards the shore. She studies Jenny as the woman goes through all the same emotional steps and realizations she had been through only minutes before.

She notes quickly how strangely Jenny is dressed.

"Where are you from?" Senjougahara asks. Or tries to, that is. The fact that she was speaking Japanese would probably be a bit of a barrier.