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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

[otherqualities]

His lack of hostility comes as a relief, and the ease of his conversation is both unexpected and delightful. Where he in the shape of a man, she'd find him companionable and charming at first impression. He is, in fact, companionable and charming at first impression. If they were home, she'd invite him to dinner as one does when welcoming new acquaintances to the area. She immediately suspects he'd be a delightful dinner party companion, though with those hands he might find the fish fork and soup spoon challenging. Also, horns.

Her smile, however, increases. "I only mean to say, it's clear that while you are most distinctly a person, you are obviously not a human being. Rather, Mr. Iron Bull," Calling him The Iron Bull when directly addressing him seems awkward, and this is the most respectful designation she can presume upon in such a situation, "I had wondered in lieu of such, what manner of species you are. To me you are delightfully...mythical." She decides upon a word. "Rather like you might be found in the middle of a maze."

There's an easy wave of a gloved hand. "Truly though, if I am solicited for opinion," and she was, "I would say that I would want you to be whatever version of yourself makes you both happiest and puts your best...foot?" Her glance goes to the aforementioned area. Feet? Hooves? "Forward in enjoyable company."

Cant resist Luke. <3

[smiling_evil]

Akabane had heard the bells and was making his way towards the gathering crowd. His long coat fluttering around him as he came in stride by the older man. He spared a look over at the other from under the brim of his hat.

"Good afternoon." He spoke in a calm friendly manner while smiling. His violet eyes looking to the man's weapon more than anything else. "Fascinating item your holding."

Surely you didnt think I WOULDNT tag you, hiii bb.

[smiling_evil]

Sitting off on a wall nearby, almost bored to tears sat a man dressed in nearly all black. A full suit, with a long coat. His wide brimmed fedora pulled down over his face but he was still watching her through through the slit cut down part of the hat. Purple eyes watching the stubborn woman.

She was going to get herself killed, even if he didn't have a hand in it it would be amusing all the same. If she could even get through it. He didn't need to be told to know what she was up to. So he just sat whistling waiting for something terrible to happen. Really, no one could blame him she was temping fate herself.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I'm from Westeros, from Winterfell," Sansa explains. "Weirwoods are how the old gods speak to those of us here and I don't quite know how I would pray without one. I was just hoping, by chance, that there might be one here."

There is not, as this place is nothing like her home, but she had hoped.

"This forest is lovely all the same."

[smiling_evil]

Another man who was not much for parties had been leaning against another wall all together. He wasn't holding a drink at all, merely people watching from under the brim of his hat. His violet eyes had fallen on Robb a few moments before he moved through the crowd. He didn't have a reason to approach the man, he simply did as he felt like doing. He placed a hand on the chair nearest Robb as he smiled calmly from under his wide hat.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked in a pleased tone.

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[viridescere]

"Nice to see he was always a pain in humanity's collective backside," Oliver said bitterly. Darhk had ruined so much with his relationships and family and he wanted him eliminated if at all possible.

"You stopped him, I hope?"

[smiling_evil]

A man was making his way through the crowds he was looking for the exit. He dressed a lot like Alucard, only in a darker verity. All black aside from his white suit shirt under the long coat. He had a hand up holding his hat on as he made his way through the crowd, randomly saying "Excuse me. ♥" To anyone who bumped him. There were to many bodies and he wanted to get outside.

However he stopping, and smiled at the girl. Her arm had caught his eye and that was much more amusing than going outside. He stepped forward only now removing his hat which left him with messy hat hair. "Good evening, ma'am." His violet eyes looking at that arm of hers. How interesting.

Prompt 2

[itchtokill]

Kol thrives in these settings, always has, because he's such a social sort. He mingles in the crowd easily and chats with anyone who happens to catch his interest, makes an acceptable reason to escape a conversation that's boring him, and moves onto the next person.

He spots a woman looking somewhat out of her element, and decides to approach her, just as he has many others here. "They know how to throw a party, don't they?"

[brochtuarach]

[ Novel. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, these English never fail to be patronizing, even when introductions are made. Still, he clears his throat faintly and nods. ]

I meant no offense, Mistress Bennet, it's just not often I see a lass carrying such things. I'm Jamie. Jamie Fraser.

[itchtokill]

Kol is...confused, to say the least. Waking up on this boat, surrounded by strangers he doesn't recognize. In the bustle of the confusion humming all around him, he seems to forget that the last act he was in the middle of left him with blood around his mouth.

And then he sees her and his breath hitches for a second before he quickly rids of the evidence. This is the last thing she'd want.

Once he's appropriately presentable, he moves closer, "I disagree, luv. This is all quite new."

[knifeofsadness]

When she spies his still bleeding cut, her gaze pointedly drop to his chest to check on the stake wound that had been aggravated during his capture. Regardless of what he says, she's going to take a better look at it once they're docked, and he'll have a better shot arguing with a rock than convincing her otherwise. They took care of their own.

Which is one reason her gaze continues to be aware of more than King. The mention of Dracula, however, draws a more serious frown over her features. "He could be anyone," she states bluntly, voicing her own concerns on the matter. "I'm not counting out the possibility given the situation."

Considering they've been violently removed from their world, only to be deposited on a floating boat docking to what appears to be a floating island.

She spares him a glance at the mention of a buffet, but doesn't crack a smile. Her focus is elsewhere, on the fast approaching island. "Not yet, but you know I won't let you starve, helpless as you are in the kitchen."

[otherqualities]

[Truth be told, Elizabeth would be absolutely appalled to know that condescending was how she'd come off. It certainly hadn't been her intention; but then the English as a breed do have that casual sense of privilege, don't they?]

There was assuredly none taken, Mr. Fraser. I was just confused as to why you'd think I'd not have the necessary training and experience? [She's politely, genuinely puzzled.] I understand Scotland holds itself very well against the zombie horde, particularly in the Highlands. Surely the women contribute to the effort to keep them at bay?

[She seems to think this is a conversation best had on the move as well, inquiring,] Could I trouble you to escort me back to my starting point, Mr. Fraser? [She nods in the indicated direction.] Or if you're so inclined, I'd likewise be so toward further exploration.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Artemis turned to examine the stranger, in that way she always examined strangers. Head tilted to one side, arms ramrod straight, gaze penetrating and dilated.

His aura was first. The deathly pale colors of a Cainite. So be it. Mottled shifting colors. Orange, yellow, and green. Afraid and confused. Somewhat distrustful. A flash of crimson too. Superior.

Nothing that surprised her overly so much.

The endearment was grating. But she was used to people taking liberties with such words.

Now to decide upon friend or foe. "How many winters?" she asked, slowly lifting her chin.

[otherqualities]

Elizabeth is also a social sort, but what she entertains as a social gathering might be quite different than a lot of people here probably figure on. Still, she turns her attention to the gentleman who approaches her, and despite being slightly uncertain that he drops into conversation without introducing himself (nor bowing, shock!) she bobs a little curtsy (Kol might recognize it as a Regency era mannerism) before replying.

"It does seem rather splendid all in all, but there's a sad lack of gentlemen for dancing. The ratios are not in accord." Belatedly realizing that might have come off as a plea rather than an observation (and admittedly, perhaps 15% of it was a plea, but only that increment) she offers - having become used to making her introduction first, "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. You seem to be enjoying the party a great deal."

[cant_take_waiting]

[Geni really wasn't lost, as it were, just expect exploring her surroundings. They were new and unfamiliar. What she doesn't expect is to hear another person's voice, another woman's voice. However, the question about whether she needs assistance or not has her shaking her head.]

Not really, no. I figured that if I was going to be stuck here without my family then I might as well get to know the area.

[She does, however, notice the dress and the weapons. Something that most women from her own time aren't known to have. No, normally she'd have her baseball bat. Not really hers but it was the same concept. She does her best not to comment on it though.]

Geni. Genim Stilinski. Care to go exploring with me and see what we can find in this new place?

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"It is not unheard of for a Targaryen to take more than one wife. One for political reasons, another for love. I was fortunate to have my marriage held in the Northern traditions, which may allow more leniency than the Seven."

She smiled, "Rhaegar is too honorable to simply take a woman who is not his wife. He made it very clear that he would return to the old ways, all so he could have me."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Mm... my loss, I'm sure, that I'm not acquainted with your homeland."

...of course, he was mostly just being polite, since he obviously couldn't really be sure of any such thing. Although he did take quite seriously the idea of learning from everyone--even if it should be quite an unpleasant lesson or just "don't go to Westeros".

"But, yes, it is a lovely forest. ...although I've heard it said to have its own dangers. I confess I've not had occasion to go exploring much deeper than this, myself, however."

[a_chipped_cup]

No, not quite. It started as a colony as well. In the pacific. Great Britain, England colonizes it.

[otherqualities]

Genim Stilinski. [The name sounds positively foreign on Elizabeth's tongue.] Is that Polish?

Well. Miss Stilinski, I'd be delighted to walk with you if you care to explore further. A woman walking alone is potentially subject to all sorts of unfortunate circumstances, and we are far safer in a pair. Shall we?

[thekittenqueen]

I am Margaery of House Tyrell, Queen of Westeros.

[She extended her hand towards him.]

A pleasure.

[a_chipped_cup]

"You are from another world as well?" Belle asked, having stepped off the same barge as the woman. That confidence she possessed was almost comforting. This wasn't her first time in a new realm as well, but it was peculiar to see another also unafraid and almost...familiar with this feeling.

[nott_caine]

"I know some of the things that happened to Diana. Not everything, but some. I'm glad though that she found someone to be happy with." It was all their sister ever wanted. At least one York needed to be happy and safe. Diana had gone through enough suffering, let her be the one to take that happiness.

Selene glanced up at the sky, staring at the sun in almost wordless wonder. "I wouldn't know. I haven't seen the sun in awhile. I almost forgot how warm it is."

[stranger_to_the_rain]

"Mmm."

A noncommittal sound. Artemis saw sunlight all the time. But not the real kind. Not the kind that blistered and burned. The kind that filled her dreams and visions and let her know that she'd taken a leave from reality.

But this was reality.

It made no sense at all.

"Well, what were you expecting?"

"Shut up," she muttered. In the same breathe, she asked her sister, "There was a man called Solomon. He did not live up to his name. Liam ripped his heart out with his bare hands. Quite the brazen act for a Ventrue Prince."

Re: Party!

[hello_mynameis_fu]

King was a handsome guy, he'd admit it. Not that he had a lot of pride reserved in saying so. Being made a vampire, cured with the retrovirus and then joining the Nightstalkers he didn't really have a whole lot of time to play the dating game.

But being told by a dude- correction, being told by a dude wearing a full body, red and black spandex outfit wasn't exactly the way he pictured being told he was attractive.

He stood there a few long seconds, looking the other up and down with eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Speechless.

"Uh," It was all he could manage to say at the moment. King wasn't sure if the lack of expression on the masks face was weirding him out, or the fact he could see a perfect outline of the dude's crotch without any eye strain at all.

Instead, all he could manage to say was, "What the fuck are you?"

Actually, the words just fell out of his mouth.

We both are darlin'. We both are <3

[hello_mynameis_fu]

King was comfortable. At least until the guy with the red and black outfit approached him. From that point on, he probably looked a little more shifty-eyed than normal which is more directed at his food at the moment. Like it had just dawned on the Nightstalker that maybe it was drugged.

Come on, getting "magically" whisked onto a boat, landing on some "floating" island and then all the shit with red and black dude? It fell perfectly in line with a really bad trip.

At the sound of the greeting, King looked up. "Okay, no crazy spandex outfit. Looks sane. Has a face..But he said 'howdy'. Who the fuck says howdy these days?" The words were murmured to himself as he offered a slightly uncomfortable smile and a nod in return greeting.

He could almost hear Abby telling him to behave.

"Hey!" he spoke louder. "How's it going?"