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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

[aster_planetes]

[ Roshanak grimaces at that, faintly, and her gaze slips off the side somewhat sheepishly. ]

I am... perhaps not the most patient of scholars.

But there are so many of us, and from such wide-flung realms, there should be some kind of reason, yes?

Even if, maybe, the architect of this place was bored.

[ Well, it makes sense to her, anyway. But then, if she were a few decades older and male, she'd fit the archetype of the absent-minded wizard down very well. ]

Re: Podrick Payne | Game of Thrones | 1

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa frowns a bit and motions for him to stand. "Oh, Podrick, you don't have to kneel for me. You may be my husband's squire but you're also my friend. Please get up?"

Sansa is relieved to have found someone from home, a friend, and hopes that means this place is better than the last.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I would hardly call being brutalized by a bastard in my own bedroom coming home, Robb," Sansa says bitterly.

"So no, Lord Baelish did not bring me home. He brought me into a waking nightmare."

Re: Barry Allen | The Flash | Party

[dr_wells]

[Harrison isn't much of a party person either, but he's playing nice because it's about not drawing attention to himself. Still it's nice to see a familiar face as he wanders up and stands beside the young man.]

I didn't figure you for a wallflower Allen?

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[warriorwithwings]

Kendra smiled as she walked over to the only person in the room she happened to know. "You have two settings don't you," she mused, "brooding and super brooding."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I would think nothing less," Sansa assures him. It has been a long time since someone has spoken to her gently as befits her station and not followed it with a betrayal of sorts. She is wary, yes, but Sansa does not outwardly distrust. It is likely he means as he says, as rare as that is for her.

"How did you ever manage to wander away this far, if I may ask?"

Re: ARRIVAL!

[dr_wells]

Harrison's head snaps up at the familiar voice. "Jesse," he says his voice cracking slightly. His voice was still slightly rough from Zoom's grip what seemed like years ago. He folds his map and pockets it with shaking hand and spots her. He wants to run, wants to sweep her into his and never let go. He just manages to rein himself in and crosses to her in a few strides "Jesse sweetheart."

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[viridescere]

"More or less," Oliver said, turning to greet her. For Kendra, someone he'd met and worked with, he did have an additional setting and that one included a smile.

"I'm just waiting on the other shoe to drop. This place doesn't seem quite real, you know?"

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[warriorwithwings]

Kendra smiles back. "I know what you mean," she says "This island is too beautiful...too everything and I can't help staying on my guard a little bit.." She's also hoping against hope that maybe this is a Savage free zone at least for a little while.

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[viridescere]

"We need people like us on guard," Oliver said. Maybe it wasn't his city but he still fet protective of this place and the people within it. He felt like it was his duty to keep offering his skills to protect those who couldn't protect themselves and with people like Thea and Kendra here, he could make that a reality.

He assessed her for a moment, trying to see if he noted any changes between the Kendra he'd met before and the one standing before him now. "Have you remembered anything else about your past life, your training?"

Nebula | Hercules: The Legendary Journeys | Go Exploring!

[captain_nebula]

The beach was eerily familiar, like the one where she'd lost the Leviathan. Not a promising memory. True, it had brought Goldie Locks into her life. But it had also nearly gotten her killed. To say nothing of the loss of her crew. More than one of Nebula's nightmares had featured spiders since that whole disaster.

But this wasn't that same fated beach. She reminded herself of that again and again, as she walked along the line where surf met shore.

She was responsible for no one.

Nebula had never been a huge fan of obligation. But she felt cut off. Lonely. And though she would never admit it out loud...homesick. Not for Sumeria, but for the Greek kingdoms. For Hercules and Jason. Her friends. For Iolaus.

It seemed like she was forever saying goodbye.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raises an eyebrow at that question, just a bit puzzled, although he remains just as courteous.

"Hm..? Far from... ah, from the city, you mean?"

He glances toward Aerilon indicatively as he asks, then back to her once again.

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[warriorwithwings]

She nodded. "I've remembered quite a bit actually," she says feeling that deep stab of grief that comes up when talking about her memories. It's a reminder that Carter is gone and she's remembering things on her own that she can't share with him. "Turns out I was a welder during World War Two. That came in really handy recently." She gives him a sad smile. "How is everyone in Star City doing?" Redirect that was the way to handle pain.

Re: Malcolm Renard l OUAT OC l Beach

[trickshaveaprice]

The monkey grins. "You aren't hearing things. I talk...well I'm not exactly a monkey, but hang on a second and I can explain better in my human form." The monkey hops back and in a swirl of sand becomes a tall, handsome man with a wicked smile and sparkling blue eyes. He's dressed in a red t-shirt the same color as the monkey's fur and jeans with bare feet.

He waves. "Hello there."

[squireofhonor]

"Sorry, milady." Podrick smiled to her, and nodded, eyes uncertain. Her friend? Well, he could be that, right? He had to try, anyway. He nodded, more firmly.

"How are you? Did you just get here too? The people here are somewhat... odd." Or so Podrick felt. He knew he shouldn't judge. It made him less noble or something.

He still did.

[idontlikebullies]

"Same here." Steve admits with a lopsided grin, reaching back to rub the back of his neck before both hands find their way into his pockets. "Thought I'd head out, get a lay of the land since it looks like most things have been provided for by our hosts."

He pauses, regarding her with a newly assessing gaze. She's got a look about her that reminds him of gals like Hill and Romanoff...and his next door neighbor after she dropped the bombshell about her real job.

Someone, in other words, that might be good to have at his back.

"Wouldn't say no a little company." he offers casually, then frowns a little, realizing that maybe he's out of line. "I mean, unless you're waiting for someone--or something, if you're busy--"

[magicsprice]

[There's brief rise of an eyebrow during the rant, clearly expressing his doubts on the subject of it. The surname given is just icing on the cake it seems. While he accepts the offered hand, its just to extend a small shake of it as he gives his own name to confirm his identity.]

Rumpelstiltskin. Also known as Mr. Gold.

[He let his hand drop to his side as he continued, keeping a tight reign on his own emotions.]

Belle is my wife. As for...my son, he's dead. Neither of your mothers are married to me, in fact one is in love with an ex-thief, the other fancied a pirate. As for the last week, we've had to deal with not just one Dark One, but several of them. We're fortunate that little crisis ended as well as it did, though given Emma has decided to drag a group of us down to the Underworld to retrieve her pirate love, perhaps I shouldn't say it has ended just yet. It just seems to have changed in nature. I was on the ferry on the way to the Underworld when I arrived here. Given that you were on it as well, I thought perhaps you might be the grandson I knew. Obviously you aren't.

[Unless someone was playing games with them, this wasn't the boy he knew. No matter the similarities.]

[otherqualities]

[Elizabeth would never call what she's doing stumbling about the woods you understand; the Bennet sisters are a well trained lot of girls and Lizzie's father would never forgive her if he knew she was meandering about as aimlessly as she actually is, trying to sort out some recognizable feature about the landscape and trying to decide whether or not she'd be dreaded or relieved at the sight of a zombie.

At least zombies are familiar.

At one point she rounds a tree, at which points she happens upon Jamie.]

Oh! I'm so sorry, sir. Are you lost as well?

[Her accent is the British of - not the aristocracy, but certainly the country gentry. Her clothes...roughly a century ahead of his, but perhaps still evoking an antiquated feeling. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips, however, are certainly recognizable as such.

Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, but she's well aware that as a woman alone and without escort, she must also be cautious. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so.]

[a_chipped_cup]

I recognize the accent. There is someone I know who speaks with it, a deep brogue.

[She smiles softly.] It's a bit more complicated than that. My accent comes from a different place, but in your world, I think it's Australian.

[otherqualities]

[Elizabeth would never call what she's doing stumbling about the woods you understand; the Bennet sisters are a well trained lot of girls and Lizzie's father would never forgive her if he knew she was meandering about as aimlessly as she actually is, trying to sort out some recognizable feature about the landscape and trying to decide whether or not she'd be dreaded or relieved at the sight of a zombie.

At least zombies are familiar.

At one point she rounds a tree, at which points she happens upon Geni.]

Oh! Goodness, I hadn't realizes there was anyone else about. Are you alright? Are you lost? Do you require assistance?

[Her accent is the British lilt of a certain Keira Knightley film, though not like she's speaking through clenched teeth like the aforementioned actress. Her clothes...yeah, straight out of a frock drama. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips? Look like they fit the era, but would a woman actually be carrying those around?

Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, as lone women without escort, both are in dangerous territory. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so - but now, at least, she may have someone to protect, a goal with which to determine herself until they can return to civilization.]

I'm Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

[a_chipped_cup]

"But sometimes it's more than that. If you think only of the badness, it will overwhelm you and weigh you down. With good, you at least have hope. Sometimes that's more powerful than anything." It didn't matter if she couldn't persuade him, she could at least give him a glimpse of someone who believed in something better.

"It sounds like mine."

[otherqualities]

Elizabeth is well aware of the rules of propriety; more to the point, what not to do, and staring most certainly is included in the list of things that are frankly quite rude. And she's likely going to be appalled at herself later but right now curiosity burns too bright for her to even realize that she's staring, mouth slightly open.

Lizzie has never seen a non-human before - well, that's not precisely true; she's seen the shambling dead a-plenty. But they were human before they acquired their taste for brains, and Elizabeth is quite certain this...man? Creature? Person, let us settle on person - has never been a human in his life.

Her mother would be appalled at what she's doing now, but her mother (and her very strident voice) aren't present, and so Elizabeth makes her way to the Bull unhindered.

"I beg your pardon," There may be no equivalent to the accent of the English countrified gentry where he is from, but then again, perhaps there is, "I do hope you won't think me terribly rude, but I've never seen anyone quite like you before and if you're not terribly offended, might I ask -

what manner of person are you, precisely?"

She then colors. "I beg your pardon," she says again, "Quite rude of me even to begin with, not introducing myself." She bobs a curtsey, the sword and pistol briefly touched so they don't jostle before her gloved hands move away. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. How do you do?"

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Focused in on herself and the task at hand, Lydia barely noticed that she had been recognised by someone. She knew it was possible, in a place like this, but every passing face thus far was unfamiliar. She knew she could probably take to the network and see if there was anyone who knew her that way, but she wanted to know which was was up first.

So much for that plan, though.

The voice was familiar - too familiar - and sent a pang straight to her heart. For a moment, Lydia thought as though she was merely imagining things, her head snapping up; a quick glance around answered that question, though. It was only half a moment more before the redhead gave up the pretense of anything else and half-flung herself at her late best friend for a tight hug. Maybe it was sudden, maybe it was uncharacteristic, but she didn't care. She didn't see any other familiar faces yet, and Allison was here. Allison was here.

[nott_caine]

"I suppose so. I'm not much of a 'party girl.' It was never my scene and I've had less reason to enjoy it as time went on. I prefer the simple life." She shrugged.

Drinking was a better past time. There was less hurt in drinking, less complications. Only the drowning of memories and sorrow in the amber liquid. Who couldn't fall in love with it?

[thekittenqueen]

[She spies the injury, looking over it curiously and with sympathy.]

May I ask what happened?