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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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[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Catelyn Tully? She is betrothed to my brother, Brandon." It isn't her intention to dismiss the idea so easily, but before being brought here, her brother had been preparing for his wedding. It was to take place not long before she rode off with Rhaegar.

Now she hears Brandon's bride became Ned's. Why? She wasn't certain she wanted the answer.

"What happened to the rest?"

[notthatpond]

She nearly said hello to him before he spoke to her. Of course he'd follow her if he saw her.

"Hello Sam." Amy slowly turned around to face him. "You grew up." She looked up at him, he really had got tall. There had been plenty of times she'd wondered what had happened to him.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"So I understand. If I did not believe it before, being brought here has opened my eyes." She said, recalling the sight of the sky, the floating barges and the view from the edge of the island. "This place has a way of making a believer of the greatest skeptic." She smiled. "I imagine my brother Ned wouldn't know how to respond."

He was too much of a sensible man. He did not believe in the supernatural.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

At this point, Lydia had come to terms with the realisation that this was, yet again, an instance where she could run into anyone. It shouldn't have been surprising at all, but perhaps it had been all that time away from home without anyone from the pack hanging around. She was almost more used to not seeing them at all.

Derek was probably one of the last people she expected to run into, and she couldn't pinpoint if there was a reason for that, or if it was just because it was Derek. But at the sound of his voice, clearly double-checking whether or not it was her, she did stop, turning towards the source, and pushing through the throng to meet him halfway. He was decidedly easier to find.

"Fancy meeting you here."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Your sister Arya sounds the same as me. When I was a girl, I would do the same. My brother Brandon hated it as well, but it was Benjen that teased me." She said, laughing, pleased to hear that her dearest Ned's children carried on so much of their legacy. "Jon? It's not in Ned's nature to have paramours. He never was bold enough to court a lady in that way."

Perhaps he changed? Though she couldn't imagine that it was so.

[nott_caine]

"Yes, a bit, but nothing you would want to know, Arty. Not unless you hear it from the voices. Some things are better left a mystery or missed entirely. So long as you are safe, I don't care what happened in my 30 years." She said gently.

"Were you still in L.A? Or did you wander elsewhere? Diana had planned to join you, I think. I forget now where she said she was going after Phoenix."

[goldenera]

[Henry could see how close the other man's emotions were to the surface. One of the perks of growing up with Rumplestiltskin. He listened closely to what was said, compartmentalising each fact to what was useful and what wasn't as he had learnt to do in his job as the Author. Then he took the points one by one in a calm manner as he knew some of the answers would hurt the man he was speaking to.]

Belle is dead. Hook killed her. Neal currently lives in Storybrooke. Emma is married to Mr Gold and they have a two year old daughter called Nicola. Regina lives with Robin Hood and his Merry Men in the Enchanted Forest.

[He made to use names rather than relationships to stem any confusion.]

My family have no need to go to the Underworld. And even if we did, I doubt I would be allowed along for the ride. Even if I wanted to go, I know my parents would want to keep me safe from those I've killed.

[He paused for a moment, trying to think of how to segue into his next point but failed so he just continued.]

I do think I'm not your anything though. My guess is that this is what Isaac was trying to create. Maybe he succeeded?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

As was her way, she gave the impression that she was only half-listening. After testing the railing around the deck of the ship, she hopped up onto it, with all of the skill and balance of a cat. Carefully, she put one foot in front of the other, walking the length of it like a tightrope walker, arms out to either side, letting the wind brush against the flaps of Papa's duster.

"You don't want to know what happened to Diana," she murmured.

"Oh, tell her. What a fun game that will be."

"Shut up," she said aloud to the voice, before turning back to Selene. "At least it's a happy ending. She's married now. A white knight came riding in on a noble steed. Well, it was a Lamborghini, really, but beggars can't be choosers."

She walked as far along the railing as she dared to go, almost to the figurehead of the boat. There she stopped, looking up at the sun-filled sky once again. "Has it always been this bright? The sun?"

[kingofthenorth]

Robb winces at her reply. He wasn't dumb, he knew what she meant, but to imagine her innocence being destroyed by the bastard son of the man who...

Robb's hackles are raised, much like a wolf's, as he balled his fists tightly. "I would kill them all if I could."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"From the city, yes. I was looking for a godswood," Sansa says, nodding toward the trees. "Though these trees are lovely, none of them are the sort I would need to pray."

Once, Sansa had fancied herself a follower of the Seven, had prayed in the sept her mother had built at Winterfell when she came north. Now, though, if she believes in any gods at all they are the old gods of the north.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"As would I," Sansa says quietly. "But that is not the way. We can't bring war to brutes. We must...we must be diplomatic in how we destroy them. We must be clever, as they are, so they do not realize the sword is coming."

Sansa has changed quite a bit after her time in the south and in the Eyrie. She is no longer the girl full of stories and songs.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"My Uncle Brandon was killed by Mad King Aerys," Sansa says dutifully, reciting the story she's always heard.

"They went to King's Landing after the prince stole you, to ask for you back. You were stolen away from Harrenhal and raped and died. My grandfather and uncle wanted justice, so went to the king, and the king had them burned alive."

[kingofthenorth]

Accepting the proffered hand and acting accordingly, Robb pays his respects before standing. "Robb Stark, my lady.

"And I should think we would have." It certainly would've helped his campaign, but none of that mattered any more. Certainly not here.

Gesturing to the crowd, "I assume you fair better in such situations than myself."

Daenerys Targaryen | ASoIaF

[brideoffire]

3.

The more time that passed, the clearer it became that this place was not a dream brought on by exhaustion or fever or spoiled food. It was a shame; as a dream, it was lovely and strange, looking out at a soft blue sky beyond the edge of a floating island. Thrilling and surreal and awe-inspiring. As reality, however, it was...still all of those things, but they were buried beneath a thick layer of disbelief and terror.

There was a good deal more exploring she should do--gods knew she would need to find her lodgings before night fell--but she'd needed to find the edge of the world she was to live in now and look down at the world below, to feel that clutch of fright and exhilaration in the pit of her stomach. Someday, she mused, when both her dragons and her armies were large enough, she would look down on Westeros from this height...she wondered if she would feel as small and delighted and scared then as she did now.

Assuming she was ever allowed to leave this hells-forsaken place, of course.

With a soft sigh, Daenerys unfolded her map and turned on her heel, unhurried steps returning vaguely towards what she thought might be the same path she'd taken to get here. But, if it was not, well, then she would have explored a little more, and it was a very finite stretch of land she found herself on now; it was unlikely that she would be able to get lost.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa nods quickly. "I've only just come through off the boats, you see. Did Lord Tyrion come with you? He must know that I've remarried, that so much has happened since I left King's Landing."

Sansa doesn't know what has become of her first husband but for Podrick to be separated from him means something has happened.

[princeofsummerhall]

Rhaegar had spent the last several hours trying to map out the strange place he'd come to. He had been riding from Harrenhal, along the roads of the Riverlands and had hoped to meet with Lyanna Stark once more. Now he was in this place, this strange set of islands, and neither kith nor kin had come with him.

The fall of silvery hair reminded him, very much, of his mother though the woman was far shorter than Rhaella was.

"Fire and Blood," he called out, testing something. Clearly someone with that look had to know of House Targaryen if not a member of his house.

[kingofthenorth]

"My mother is a Tully... Catelyn." He replies, eyes now looking elsewhere after feeling her gaze upon him.

At her question, his face remains neutral as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't quite figure any of this out. The last memories he recalled was Roose Bolton whispering words in his ear as his men screamed out around him before being overcome with searing pain... and waking up here. None of this made sense nor where this place exactly was.

And if she was his aunt, why wasn't father and his brothers here? Or any of his men?

"I don't know." He finally replied, "Nothing makes any sense here."

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[viridescere]

"Could be better," Oliver said, keeping his tone neutral and forcing a smile. How did he explain just how far to shit his life had gone? If he was accused of being broody now, he would really give truth to the lie if he went into it in detail. So, he reserved himself.

"We've had a hell of a time with Damien Darhk lately."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

This world was a strange one. The people she had seen, as well as the magic it seemed to possess. It was a land that would make the Maesters weep with frustration and confusion. Too often she had heard that magic was a story for children. When she had been old enough, those fantasies that she and her brothers created had been crushed by the grim reality of life. Had she believed a bit more ardently or been willful to a larger scale, perhaps she would not be as amazed as she was.

Though, who could say what could when what was is was still happening.

She explored and wandered, scaling the stony crags and the winding rivers. She stood above the dunes of the desert and stared across the blue ocean. There was so much beauty in the midst of madness, she felt she could collapse from the sheer scale of it all.

And among it all strode a woman, a lady of silver hair and the proud bearing of a Targaryen. She had lost Rhaegar along the way, but had seemingly stumbled upon another dragon. One that did not look half as mad as Aerys and nearly as beautiful as Rhaegar.

Approaching slowly, Lyanna regarded the woman with uncertainty. She could be from their world. Or she could be a stranger, simply resembling the Targaryens without being from their house. It was a roll of chance. "My lady? Are you lost?"

[thekittenqueen]

"I don't think anyone is ever truly comfortable in these situations. I have simply adapted through the years." She smiled at him. "A man navigates through a battlefield while a woman navigates through a ball. We each wear our armor and wage a war, mine just happens to be prettier and subtle."

Her eyes scanned over the crowd, her face registering a measure of disinterest and bemusement.

"At least here I have less fear of the daggers in the dark."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Her heart went numb, the words fading and lost against her ears. She heard Sansa, knew what was being said, but her heart would not believe it. Brandon killed. Her father burned alive. All because of her.

Lyanna lowered herself to the ground, allowing her knees to buckle and release her weight. Her hands trembled at her sides. That couldn't be the truth. It couldn't be what happened. "And Ned?" She asked, the pain so great she did not think she could listen to more. But she had to know, had to ask. She needed to hear what happened to her beloved Ned.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Catelyn Tully? Of Riverrun? She's Brandon's betrothed." Ned with Brandon's wife? Did Brandon decide on another woman? Or did he decide, for some reason or another, to take the black? She couldn't imagine him having much interest, especially in casting aside the chance to father sons. He showed far more enthusiasm for it than Ned did, but Ned did not feel the need to bed women when it suited him.

"Nothing does, but I don't suppose this is a world that is meant to make sense. But then, neither did our world." It was the best comfort she could offer, even as she stared at him in shock and confusion, holding as many questions as he did. "Ned, did he grow to be a good man?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Be...beheaded," Sansa says, tripping over the word. She hasn't spoke of it since it happened, since she saw her father's blood run red over the steps of the Sept of Baelor.

"For treason. Because I lied, because I wanted to be Joffrey Baratheon's queen and I wanted...because I was a stupid little bird. He died because of me."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She placed her hand on Sansa's shoulder, trying to calm her, to stop the vile words at their source. A burning rage built inside of her, hateful and vicious. It would be simple to blame the girl, as it seemed to be the only explanation provided. Ned was dead, she was the source, ergo she was to blame. Black and white, beginning and end.


But this girl was not to blame. She was a child, nothing more than that. She was no schemer, no wicked bitch. Only a girl who made a mistake, just as Lyanna had done.

"It's not your fault." Lyanna whispered, as tears gathered in her eyes. Ned, her brother, her friend. The man she idolized and adored, trusted above any other. He was killed, executed because of a damnable lie. He was no traitor! He was good and honorable! He would rather be condemned to the seven hells before allowing a man to break that honor.

"It must be mine." She said softly, wiping at her cheeks. "I am at fault for Brandon and my father's death. Had they lived...perhaps your father would have too. I do not know this King Joffery. Was he another of the mad King's sons? Did he have another?" That seemed unlikely. Rhaegar was next in line.

[swiftasadeer]

[Arya's dirt-smudged face crumbles quickly, and she runs straight towards Sansa and throws her arms around her, chin trembling and tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes.]

I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry. [It isn't at all the proper, ladylike apology she'd planned, but it's hard enough to keep from sobbing, she doesn't think she can manage a curtsy. She's probably getting Sansa's dress dirty now, her own clothes are filthy. She lets go and takes a step back, scrubbing at her streaked cheeks with her sleeve.] I'm so sorry Sansa, I didn't mean anything I said, I'm sorry for Lady and, and for your dress. I promise I'll try harder to be a good sister and a proper lady when we get home, I will, I promise.