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T E S T   D R I V E   M E M E

Welcome to Medietas and our first ever Test Drive Meme! As we approach the grand opening of the game on April 1st, we thought we’d kick things off with a little something that will get you all interacting in the new setting! And it’s one less sample you have to worry about on your application if you’re considering our little game here.

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’ve just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a … floating boat, with people you may or may not know? You can’t help but ponder what’s going on here, but the vessel seems to be approaching a harbor and when it docks, some lovely locals are standing in wait to greet you. After that they hand you a map and communications device and invite you to find your accommodations and explore.

2. Party, party!: On the evening of your first night in the city, a party is being thrown on Aerilon in honor of your arrival. Eat, mingle, dance, meet the other new arrivals! The locals put on quite the celebration!

3. Go Exploring!: There's plenty of places to explore, be it in your designated housing area, or on one of the adjoining community islands! Hike the mountains in Eurus. Sit on the beaches of Imber with a cocktail, or go swimming. Adventure in the forests of Mundus. Be careful though! Every area has it's dangers.

4. The Bells Are Ringing!: And that means a islands wide warning that something dangerous is approaching! But where the heck are they coming from? Nevermind that, the caretakers rally the children and the senior citizens while Scykal, Imber's local sea monster, emerges from the large body of water on the island.  Interesting.  He hasn't been spotted in a long time.  Help the locals defeat him!

5. Wild Card!: Choose your own scenario!

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Comments

[thekittenqueen]

If we return, Sansa. I am not so eager to return to a death sentence.

[Here was the reason of why she wished to stay, plain and clear to her friend. She loved her life more than her power, quite unlike Cersei.]

I only wish Loras were here, he would be safe as well.

[thekittenqueen]

"Robb Stark?" She said, moving to his side, recognizing the young wolf, even in the dim lighting of the night. She had not had the pleasure of seeing him in person, but instead had met his mother. He had her eyes, the same gentle and soft expression, determined and strong. Margaery held great respect for Catelyn Tully, which was why it pleased her to support her son's cause.

Until this day, she had not seen the face of the man that would be King of the North. The man that had been slaughtered and mocked by the monster, Joffery.

Margaery gazed down at him sweetly, twirling a rose between her fingertips. "You are Robb Stark?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

[Sansa nods in agreement.] Should I see him, I will find you at once. Will you do the same if you should see Jon or Arya? None of my other siblings live but...I should like to see them again.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa nods in agreement. "Subtle is best, I'm afraid. I am not experienced in the martial arts and I am afraid I will be terrible at them. It's not the same as dancing, or so I've come to understand."

She pauses for a moment. "But I would like, very much, to know how to protect myself."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"It is," Sansa calls back. Something about the woman's face is comforting and familiar but Sansa cannot quite place it. Is she someone from court, perhaps? Some sympathetic face amongst the mob at King's Landing?

"It is so unlike my home, so warm and bright, but I like it all the same. It's different but no less lovely."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She could see the moment of questioning in her eyes, that choice between offense and acceptance. Much to Lyanna's relief, she decided on the latter. There was an empty chair nearby, close enough to the dance floor that would offer the woman an excellent view. It was also near to the refreshments, granting her a few short steps, should she wish to eat.

"Here," she said, leading her to the seat. "Forgive my forwardness." She added quickly. "I am Lyanna."

[trueloveskid]

It's chaos at the docks when another shipment of new arrivals comes in, so it's not hard to imagine why someone's presence might be overlooked at first. So Emma is quite relieved when she catches sight of Henry among the milling crowds. If she has to be in some strange place, at least she can take comfort from the fact that Henry's here with her, safe, and not in danger back in Storybrooke.

"Henry!"

[aster_planetes]

"Ah, well, I suppose I should come clean, and say that I am a scholar, and so question everything. And discuss it, and debate it, and then do it all again tomorrow."

It's fun!

At least, Roshanak thinks so, which is why she is in the House of Wisdom and her sister has remained on the steppes, the two fondly exchanging letters and perfectly happy at where they are.

"If you can create anything, or change something like this, have the magic to support it, well. I actually find it far more logical that it does not obey the laws of nature and sensible architecture completely."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"This island is strange. It rises above the clouds, yet there is no chill in the air. It's warm, as you say. No long winters or summers. It's almost calm." Calmer than Westeros, at least.

"Was your home cold and dark?" She teased gently, noting her statement with amusement.

[aster_planetes]

"And I am Roshanak," she says, sitting down gratefully. "Nothing to forgive, I was in need of assistance, even if my pride was not allowing me to seek it. I am not quite used to walking on two legs, and the effort is wearying."

Maybe she shouldn't admit it so easily, but she is in a city made up of five floating islands. If the people here are not familiar with those other peoples not human, they will be soon enough, she's sure.

"So. Thank you."

Mrs. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin (rule 63) | OUAT | Prompt 1

[aurify]

[As her sight cleared several things made it rather plain she was no longer anywhere close to Storybrooke, or she suspected even on the same world as Storybrooke. Given all the work she'd put into getting to the world that Storybrooke had been on, the fact she'd been pulled from it on the very eve of actually succeeding in getting the curse on it broken...

Well, she was far from pleased about it and judging by the look she was given by the person who had handed her the map, her displeasure was apparent in her demeanor. The man proved useless in getting any answers out of and thus she was left to own devices off to the side of the rest of the crowd.

She would have to treat this as a small detour in the long road that would hopefully, eventually lead her to her son once more. To do otherwise...that was just currently unthinkable. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago she'd been riding high on being reunited with Belle and facing the prospect of finally being able to leave to find her boy.

Of course something just had to go wrong.]

I'll just need to work on finding my way back.

[She'd managed to get there once, she could surely do it again. She just hoped she found the answers she desired as well as the means back she'd need before another decade, let alone another century passed.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa laughs. "It's true, I think it makes entirely more sense if you throw out any rules of logic whatsoever. My home...it is a castle deep in northern snows but there is heated water that flows through pipes through all the walls. In this way, it is still warm. I suppose this place might have some sort of ingenuity keeping it running the same as Winterfell does."

[goldenera]

Turning as he heard his name, he smiled as he saw his mother and ran to her for a hug. "Mom!" He didn't want to squeeze too hard so he quickly pulled back.

"It's like old times, huh? A new adventure. A new world. I wonder if Dad's here."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Ned had not yet been wed when last she saw him. It had been Brandon that was to marry first, followed not long after by herself. Yet here stood a child with Ned's features, a boy that strongly resembled her brother when he was a lad. It seemed impossible, but there was no denying what her eyes beheld.

A smile graced over her lips, amazed laughter breathless on the wind. "Eddard Stark? Ned had a son?" Her eyes widened. When and where and with whom? She could not picture it, but here stood the proof. "I am Lyanna Stark, your aunt."

[summerswarg]

Her name saddened Bran, knowing her fate. "I thought I recognised you." Though not from knowing her, but from spending time in by her grave.

"My father has many sons. Four sons and two daughters in fact. I'm second in line to Winterfell after Robb." Again, he looked proud of that. He knew it better than Robb anyway.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"In winter, yes. Even in summer, it was cold, but winter has come and who knows how long it will last. Years, possibly."

Sansa smiles a bit and dips her head in deference to the other woman. "I am Sansa, of House Stark. It is my pleasure to meet you."

[aster_planetes]

That may take some time.

[ Not that Roshanak is unsympathetic, and not that she particularly thinks the new woman was speaking to her. But she'd heard the statement, and answered before she'd thought about it, and she'll just have to make do.

Her comment is true, nonetheless. It may take some time. ]

Forgive me, I am Roshanak, and I have not found a way to leave, either.

Re: Mrs. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin (rule 63) | OUAT | Prompt 1

[trickshaveaprice]

Sitting on one of the dock posts is a raven. It cocks it's head at the woman for a long moment when it spots her getting off the boat and then it takes off landing lightly on her shoulder. "If wishes were horses," the bird tells the woman in a smoothly lightly amused voice.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Well, the offer stands, of course, Lady Stark. ...and... while there are some shared features, no, not entirely the same as dancing."

He smiles a little more, regaining a hint of that former courtly playfulness.

"Unless you happen to be thinking about a particularly aggressive dance, in which case I should be most intrigued to learn more about it--for the sake of curiosity, at the very least."

[darkestbeliever]

[Henry was walking between the people, looking around and glad he still had the ability to do, well, anything he wanted. There was probably a price so he kept it to low things but it did mean he almost bumped into a lady.]

Sorry about that. Looks like we're all trying to find our way back. Kidnapping is getting boring.

[grimmfaced]

[Really, Nick isn't happy either but he forgets his own discomfort in the fact of her getting upset and worked up. Rubbing a hand up and down her back, he bites back the urge to tell her to breathe but just nods instead.]

I know it's not home but at least we're together, right? [His eyes flicker down to the sight of her hand resting over her belly and he can't stop himself this time from reaching out to slide his hand over hers.] Let's hope it's not. I've noticed we don't the collars though, so that's a big difference already.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa laughs. "You may call me Sansa, should you desire. Lady Stark sounds entirely too much like my mother."

It is painful to hear it, in a way, but also silly. She is Lady Stark for true now, yes, but she wants, very much, to simply be Sansa.

[aurify]

Fortunately, I have all the time in the world.

[Which wasn't entirely true in the sense that the longer she took, there was a larger chance she'd find a grave instead of her boy alive. Thus the sense of urgency in her manner despite her words.

At the introduction, she turned her attention to the lady beside her.]

Mrs. Gold. I suspect finding a way out will be tricky and involved.

[It certain was the last time she'd went through this and this time she wasn't even sure the methods she knew of worked here. And there was the little matter of figuring out just how different magic was here.]

Re: Sam Winchester l Supernatural l New Arrival

[notarambler]

Sam studies the Jawa like creature. with a hunter's eye. He senses no darkness from it, so he answers it. "Heaven isn't here...it's a place in the afterlife where good souls go after they die," he explains as best he can. "I thought for a second this place was it, but now I see I'm wrong."

Artemis Seth | Vampire: The Masquerade | Prompt 1

[stranger_to_the_rain]

She didn't look older than twenty and although she was pale as the moon, it didn't seem to be out of fright. Her face was as placid as still water as she knelt beside the railing of the boat, her long, tan duster wrapped around her thin shoulders, hiding the rest of her form.

Almost.

Gripped tightly in her hand was a long, thin wooden stake, pressed carefully against her body and the deck of the ship, as if to blend in and disappear.

Her dark eyes were turned to watch the approaching shore, but she didn't see it. Her sight was filled with a bespectacled man's face, smiling calmly at her, as if she were a child who'd just performed a little song. "What mess have you gotten yourself into this time, Artemis?" he asked her in a voice that only she could hear.

"Be quiet," she hissed aloud, her voice properly English and wispy as the night sky.

But, of course, phantasms never really obeyed. "You're in over your head, daughter."

"Well, that's nothing new," she said to the wind, just as she felt the gentle bump of the hull meeting the dock.