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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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Lee Christmas | The Expendables

[knives_out]

Exploring

He'd been to places -- all over the world and then some, as a matter of fact -- and it was all a little hard to believe that it was even remotely possible to travel to alternate dimensions. Of course, Lee had been busy, and thinking about that kind of science came second to running the missions he and Barney and the rest of the crew were sent on.

Needless to say, it was going to take a hell of a lot more than a floating boat and a bunch of aliens to convince him that he wasn't merely dreaming. Or, that this wasn't some cryptic subconscious thought about whether or not taking the next step with Lacey was the right move.

So after humoring the locals, he checked out his "accommodations" before wandering the place in search of a bar. Luckily it wasn't hard to find one.

Yoo hoooooo....yo, yoyoyoyoyoooo..?

[doomed_copper]

Louise, for her part, had done the same--check out her living quarters (not her brownstone on Finance Street, exactly, but it would do) and then go out in search of libations herself. It had been a maddening, discombobulating, upsetting day at best--so it was going to take a good bottle of wine to put a balm on it.

She ambled in to the sleepy pub, but at least this one had a few touches of similarity to the one she frequented most often back home--her 'real' home, London. Settling herself into a small booth nearest the front, she sank back into the seat and closed her eyes, breathing out an exhausted huff.

Bo Dennis | Lost Girl

[glittersnatch]

New Arrival

Okay, Bo had dealt with some messed up crap before, but normally it involved the Fae and this... Well as she looked around after she'd been handed a map and a device of sorts, she shook her head. This wasn't the normal shit involving Fae.

She looked down at her map and then back up and sighed. "Why can't I just have one day where shit doesn't get all weird?" she muttered half to herself.


Party

Bo was still annoyed about the whole not being where she was suppose to thing. But... Well, a party? At least there was that and a party meant free booze. She could get behind that. She quickly made her way to the bar where she lifted her hand to flag down a bartender. "Hey, can I have... Oh, five shots of tequila?"

Yeah, that was a good number to start with she decided as she lifted the first shot and downed it.

PARTAY! Love the username too ;)

[superpenis]

Aaaaand of course Wade slid on the stool right next to her, leaning his head on his hand while his elbow rested against the bar. The mask hid his goofy grin, but his voice carried his amusement:

"Please tell me there's at least one for me in there?"

Oliver Queen | Smallville + Amat CRAU

[justice_4all]

Arrival

Of course Oliver had to wake up in a floating boat wearing his Green Arrow gear. When it came to waking up in strange lands (because this is his third time, it made him somewhat of an expert now), he never had any real good luck. After an island fueled by sex, it was now a floating one. At least, this time around, there wasn't a collar on his neck.

Still, he used the time in the boat to strip from his costume, jumping off the boat the moment it touched land, running to some locals' backyard to steal bed sheets. He rolled his gear in a pillow case and tied a sheet around his waist. And this was how people would meet him: walking around, checking his map and device, wearing seemingly nothing but some sheets. You're welcome, ladies.

__________

Party

Social gatherings were his favorite playground, for that, Oliver couldn't lie. If his time on Atia had taught him anything, it was that bals and parties were the best place to get information on who was the boos of this place, the customs of the locals, and the purpose of the new comers' kidnapping. And it was also the best place to meet people and find those you already knew.

This time around, he was dressed for the part, having found one of his suit in his designated room, after being so gently ushered away by the locals. A glass on single malt in his hand, he was looking around the room with a smile, making mental notes of who was with who. It could come handy later on, after all.

Re: Oliver Queen | Smallville + Amat CRAU

[viridescere]

Oliver had the good fortune to actually come to the island wearing clothes and after having met Felicity, he needed a little time alone to process. It also served as time to survey the lay of the land, to learn who was who, and when he saw the guy in the sheets he arched a brow.

"I guess you've had better days, huh?"

humanized Saphira | Inheritance Cycle

[ancientinthoughts]

New Arrival

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and her eyes snapped open and she moved to lift and swing her head around in order to better figure out what was going on. Yet, she found her range of movement was greatly hindered and... She truly did not recognize where she was at. She was on a docked boat. Since when was there a boat big enough to carry her???

'Eragon?' she called out with her mind, instinctively reaching out for her small one. Nothing. Her eyes widened and she felt her heart constrict in her chest. 'ERAGON!' She tried several more times and yet was met with nothing once again. There was no hint of his presence. She couldn't feel him at all! He had to be in some sort of trouble... again!

Panicked, she reared back, and with a loud yelp fell right off the ledge of the bench she'd been on, landing in a most undistinguished pile on the floor. She looked down, and seeing HANDS - HUMAN HANDS - let out a loud horrified scream. This was not possible! She had to be dreaming!

Her now human hands quickly did an inventory of herself, and by the time she was done, she was sobbing almost hysterically. Her scales! Her beautiful blue scales and glorious wings- all gone! Replaced with frail human skin, and human hair. There was so much of that and it kept falling into her eyes. Her claws had been replaced by human hands and feet. This had to be some sort of dark magic! There was no way this was natural.

Shuddering, she lifted a hand to push her tangle of hair out of her eyes. She had no idea what what was going on, or who had cast such a spell on her but they would be sorry! She was Saphira, one of the last dragons in existence!

She was angry now, her eyes narrowed as she tried to push herself to her feet, though her new human legs were weak and she would have fallen again had it not been for a human moving to quickly help her off of the boat. She glared at them and jerked away once her feet hit land and stumbled, almost falling again.

This was not good. She had awoken to find herself in an evil place. She would find her way out of it, find her small one and then she would find a way to break the magic which had turned her into something so weak.

[aster_planetes]

Roshanak has been told that the city has been designed for humans, and the human-shaped, in mind, and she's heeded the warning. She'll shift soon enough. But for now, she'd been brought to this strange place while hunting, and it's far easier to carry her belongings and weapons while in her natural form.

So it is that the centauride is just sliding her bow into its holder on her back when she heard the scream.

Whirling around, she sees the blonde girl flail and fumble, she sees her stare at her hands and she can see the magic that's changed her. For a minute, Roshanak is furious - how dare the creators of this place, how dare they all cause such distress to a living being?

But practically speaking, there is nothing that raging will do, so instead she trots over.

"Lady," she calls out, halting a little distance from her, to give her space. "Can I assist?"

Hopefully, another not human - even if from the waist up Roshanak is, even if she's dressed in a flowing jacket with javelins resting on the straps across her equine back - will be of some use to her.

Adria | Stargate: S-1

[lustration]

Arrival

She had died, and for a few precious moments Adria had felt perfection. She had felt perfection and had felt the power of her believers flowing through her. She had been ALL powerful and invincible. She had been ascended.

And then it was gone. All of it. She was breathing, her heart was beating and she could feel the cool floor beneath her chilled skin. She was part human again. She wanted to scream in rage, wanted to lash out at anything! The Ancients! They had forsaken their grand ideals and beliefs and had interfered and cast her back into her body! And they had been cruel, oh so cruel. They had left her with her brief memories of being perfect, of being the only Ori in existence.

Pressing her hand against her forehead, Adria, slowly sat up and looked around. They had put her on a boat and that boat was docking. The Ancients really had a lot of nerve. They were sneakier than her brethren had ever suspected. She would make them pay in the end - when she once again reached enlightenment.

Shakily, her nose wrinkled as she pushed to her feet, smoothing the skirt of her dress down. Her gaze once again moving around as she stepped out of the boat. Her hands were trembling but not because she was scared but because she was mad. They hadn't put her anywhere near any of her followers. She couldn't hear one thought of belief. Cruel.

This had to be be one of their insane tests. Well, she'd show them. She'd be patient and she'd be kind and she'd figure out how to get out of... Well wherever this place was, even if it ended up killing her. She wasn't about to let the Ancients win.

"Excuse me--- Do you know where this place is?" she asked the first person she came across, not caring if she was interrupting them.

Party

Adria still wasn't happy, but she'd managed to find the dismal lodging the island was providing for her temporary home. She'd also found a closet full of clothes that resembled some of the things she'd worn back before she'd come to this place. They were smart.

So when she arrived at the party, she was wearing a full length golden colored strapless dress, that seemed to make her skin appear tanner than it truly was. Her hair was twisted up into an elaborate style and her chin was raised just a bit, enough to give her a haughty air. She wasn't quite sure why she'd shown up but she was truly hoping for some answers. Surely someone had to know what was going on.

While she might not look like she's open to conversations, she really is. She just has a resting bitch face at the moment, though could anyone truly blame her for it?

[got_a_free_track]

She wasn't interrupting anything that someone else hadn't already interrupted. Then again he'd been on the same boat as she had been and gotten off when she had. So he was in the dark just as much as she was. The sad thing was... his spider sense was going off like crazy. There was something about this place that he honestly didn't want to find out about, didn't want to venture into and yet at the same time he wanted to.

"I'm sorry but no, I don't know where this place is," the teen tells her with a bit of a smile. "Never seen it before." Though he's sure it could easily be some kind of trick being played on them too. "I can help you ask around if you want?"

Inara Serra | Firefly

[companioning]

Exploring/Attempting to Leave

Even though she'd been on the island for a couple of hours, Inara was still under the belief that Mal had for some reason decided to drop her off on whatever planet she happened to be on. She hadn’t ever thought that he would do something like that, even though she knew she had caught him off guard with her deciding to go back to Sihnon. But it did bother her that she had no recollection of arriving there, no idea how she'd ended up on the boat. Had he somehow drugged her?

She hadn’t ever thought that he would be so petty, though at that moment, it truly didn’t matter. None of it did. What mattered was finding her way to the nearest port and getting off the planet and back to Sihnon like she had planned. She would deal with Mal and his pettiness at a later date, once she was drinking a nice cup of tea back on Sihnon.

She paused in the middle of the street, her fingers stroking the pendant around her neck as she looked first one way and then the other. She didn't rightly know which way she should go and the few people she had stopped to ask for directions had stared at her blankly, as if they had no idea what she was going on about. Now she knew there were planets were they didn't get many ships, but this place...It looked as though it was well above those planets on the rim, though unlike any planet she had ever been on. Surely someone would know what she was talking about.

She shook her head and pressing her lips together, she rolled her shoulders back and with more confidence than she was feeling at the moment, turned and moved right towards the person heading in her direction. “Duìbùqĭ, but perhaps you would be so kind as to point me in the direction of the nearest port. I’m hoping to book passage off the planet...”

Re: Inara Serra | Firefly

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has had the same question, honestly, and she shakes her head. She has not found a way back to Westeros from this place and has decided, at least for the time being, that she should make herself as comfortable here as possible.

"No, my lady, I'm sorry. I'm not entirely certain how to leave this place. I have tried, a little, and I have been unsuccessful."

Wesley Crusher | Star Trek: The Next Generation | 1

[destinysbitch]

This is really not what i expected when the warp core blew up. [Wesley stands on the barge's leading edge as it docks, and steps off, eyes sweeping the area, hand sliding down to the butt of his phaser, then moving over to pluck his engineering tricorder from it's holster. He is feeling rather paranoid, at the moment, but also is almost smiling.

After all, it's been years since something downright 'weird' happened to him. It almost feels like coming home. The engineering tricorder hums into science mode, and whirs as it scans the area, and Wesley nods.]

Life signs, a lot of them. A real mix of races, but mostly some variation of human. Why would someone pluck a mostly human group of people from... well, a lot of different places, and put them all in one place?

What is going on?

[whistlerhunter]

I have a feeling that we're not going to get any answers any time soon. [The woman nearby is one of those human life signs that he picked up on with that strange little device in his hand. It's a device that she is openly eyeing as she adjusts the holster on her hip. Yes, she is a little armed and a little scraped up but she looks relaxed. At least on the surface.

It's like a duck who looks calm on the surface but their feet are kicking up a storm underneath.]

From what I gathered so far, people are being yanked from all over the place to here. I heard someone call it Medietas. [There is a slight question to the name, almost as though she is wondering if he has heard of it before. She knows that she hasn't.]

Mya Isolde | OC | 3.

[pleinelune]

Despite the fact that she had been placed on the island with the trees and the farmland, Mya found herself drawn to the one with lake. She still hadn't committed the names to memory as it wasn't her habit to do so. She was used to moving from one place to another, jumping around to keep herself from growing attached to a place and the people in it. Now she was trapped and there was no way to stop that from happening. The realization of that, the idea that she would have to settle down, was going to take some getting used to.

Keeping her arms wrapped around herself as she walked along the edge of the water, she studied the lake as the waves rolled in to lap at the sand. She had always found that sound soothing and familiar. It reminded her of another time, the only time she had been in one place for more than just a few years. A time when she had felt...so many things.

Drawing in a slight breath to steady herself, she broke her concentration by looking away and towards the buildings on the other side of her. It seemed there was a lot more people in this island, the one that she was sure started with an I. Or maybe that was one of the other ones.

Pressing her lips together to hold back a smile, she looked at the water and considered maybe going for a swim. Then after that, she could go for a swim. Or maybe she would head back to the buildings and see if she could find a place to get a drink.

[solus_unus]

Not settling in one place for too long had been the story of Caius' entire existence and he'd lost count of all the places he'd actually been so long ago that it blurred into nothingness. Sometimes a certain thing would trigger a memory, depending on the significance of that particular time. Who he met. What sorts of things he learned that the immortal would actively use regularly. Lately though, the only thing on his mind was isolation; to keep himself from meeting anyone else that would somehow work their way into his life.

To prompt him into caring again.

Like the woman, Caius sat on a bench above the beach, looking out at the water and remembering a specific memory involving Italy and his companion, Abigail, whom he'd been thinking about a lot. And when he noticed the approach of someone in his peripheral, he instinctively moved his long legs that crossed into the path just as she got closer.

Normally he would look up and smile, say hello. But today he simply murmured an apology for almost tripping her up.

Jamie McCrimmon | Doctor Who

[wontforgetyou]

Arrival

One moment he'd been pushing through a forcefield that was doing its best to slow him down, feeling a bit like he'd weights clamped on his arms and legs before being thrown smack dab into the middle of a bog...and the next he was on some sort of floating boat with a map and some wee device he couldn't make heads or tales of.

After some questions which hadn't really helped, he'd decided to have a go at trying to figure out where to go, which resulted in him wandering around with either the map in front of his face (sometimes upside down), or poking at the wee device, trying to make heads or tails of it. So the fact that he's gone and walked into something or other isn't all that much of a surprise, but it doesn't stop him from pulling a face and complaining out loud to anyone in earshot, even as he goes to retrieve the item he's managed to drop in the process.

"Och, who decided to put that thing there, anyway?"

Exploring
Now this was more like it. Creeping down a corridor to check and see what beastie lurked at the end, quietly creeping through the woods on a hunt, or even walking across the barren landscape of some alien planet - all of it gave him that chance at adventure he loved, the chance to live on his wits and make it through to another day.

And occasionally, it gave him something huge and majestic to gaze at in wonder, too. As he looked out at the mountain range in the distance, he couldn't quite resist the urge to try and get the attention of the person next to him, tugging at their sleeve a few times before pointing off at what looked like the tallest of the peaks, and for good measure, letting out an exclamation as well.

"Hey, would you look at the size of that!"

Re: Jamie McCrimmon | Doctor Who

[seconddoctor_cia]

Arrival

Everything was so crowded coming off the boat that it was hard for the short man to see where he was going. The Doctor felt he would probably get lost in the chaos when he heard a familiar Scots accent.

The Doctor looked in the direction of where the voice came from.

"Jamie?"

Henry Mills | Once Upon a Time (AU)

[darkestauthor]

The last thing Henry remembered was standing in Gold's shop with the quill in his hand, writing his second thing as the Author. It might not have been exactly what he was meant to do but changing the world for his family was not the same as Isaac's selfish changes. He was sure of that.

Then it had all changed. The black inky liquid smoke of darkness had enveloped him and the next thing he knew, he was waking up on a floating boat. Looking around, he saw so many people he didn't recognize in a place he was not familiar with.

The darkness within him was churning and settling, his hands empty of both dagger and quill. He scowled, his darker impulses rising to the surface and fading away as it battled with the light within him - his heart. The heart of the truest believer. It seemed Henry was right, to a point. His heart would protect him. But for how long, was anyone's guess.

As he exited the boat, he realised he wasn't in his usual jeans and coat with scarf. Looking down at it, he grimaced. "What am I wearing?" he asked out loud to no one in particular.

[magicsprice]

The question caught Gold's attention from where he stood still on the docks, not due to the nature of it, but more the fact the voice that had said it sounded too familiar. The sight of the outfit robbed him of speech for several precious moments given that it reminded him too vividly of another outfit. He refused to assume the outfits had anything in common, the mere idea of Henry suffering through what it'd otherwise suggest, was something he did not in the least entertain.

"Henry?"

There had to be some explanation for it beyond the one that had immediately come to mind. Perhaps they'd end up even laughing over whatever the other reason was later. One could hope.

Raistlin Majere | Dragonlance Chronicles | 1

[masterofpastandpresent]

With a wracking cough, Raistlin glared around himself. This was not the river of time, nor were the strangers around him his family and friends. And once more, he was in a physical form, as witness to his sallow golden skin, and his health. He ground his teeth together as he stalked forward, his staff clutched in one hand, the other clutching a handkerchief to his face.

The staff stood taller than he, a full 6 feet and some tall, and was of the darkest wood. At the top of it, a golden-colored claw, that of a dragon, was attached, and clutched a crystal ball. At the moment, it was dormant, but Raistlin, already feeling an old pessimism arise, knew he would find used for it, before long.

This was nor Krynn, for he knew the stars that existed in his cosmos. He knew, too, the way the air itself and the ground itself felt. This was not those sensations. He was somewhere else, far away.

With the map, the unclear explanation of where he was and how he had gotten here, as well as the odd other object the insipid locals had handed to him, shoved into his pouches, he set off to find water and a place to heat it in order to make tea.

[paidforward]

Brenda had been about to start bursting out curse words in the direction of the woman who had given her a piss poor explanation on how she had ended up here. Brenda isn't usually one to give into her temper but, right now it is so very hard not to be angry.

What prevents her from being angry is seeing the dark wood staff. The dragon does get her attention briefly but she is largely enchanted the craftsmanship of the whole staff. The builder in her wants to make a sketch but apparently she only has a few things on her. Not even a pen to write with!

Quietly Brenda follows for a few paces. Just simply curious about the staff but then she realizes she is being creepy. She really should stop that. "Hello. You look..... lost too."

Right. And that just sounds stupid. She tries to not grimace and just leans a bit forward on her cane trying very hard to not act as if she would spill out into the street if Raistlin chose to knock the wood out from under her hand.

Matt Cade | OC | #1

[pawnshopheart]

Matt is shoved in a corner somewhere on the boat, having come to with panic and confusion crashing into his brain forcing him suddenly conscious. He doesn't even remember falling asleep, and he definitely doesn't remember being on a boat and surrounded by strangers.

As others slowly start to come to, more emotions mix in his mind, twisting and crashing over and around one another until it's just a giant mess he can't sort out. He isn't sure where one person's feelings end and another's begins, doesn't even know which are his own. Nothing has been this bad since the last time he let Jasmine talk him into going to a party. He's used to being alone, or in small groups, prefers it that way because it's easier to control what he picks up. Put him in a crowd and he can't think, can barely breathe because it's absolutely suffocating to sense so much at once.

Like now.

Everything feels too intense, sounds too loud in his head and there's a weight on his shoulders he can't quite place. His knees are drawn up halfway toward his chest, eyes darting suspiciously around at the faces of his fellow passengers as he slowly realizes his chest feels tight and his breathing is off and-- Oh, God, he's going to have a panic attack. No, no. no. No, not here, not in the middle of all of these people--strangers, ones who won't understand and he can't explain because they might be the government's lackey's in disguise and he can't risk it. No one outside his handful of friends had known a damn thing since he'd lost Emily, he'd managed to fall of the radar and he needed to keep it that way.

So, even as he is trying to slow down his own thoughts and find his own emotions so he can sort through them and calm the hell down, Matt stays suspicious. Keeps an eye on the people surrounding him, and just tries to remember how to breathe.

[pleinelune]

"Breathe." Came the gentle urging from the shadows beside him. At least it seemed to be nothing but shadows at first till a small shifting of movement revealed a slender, dark haired woman sitting only a few feet away from him. Her knees were drawn up too, slightly parted, and she had her arms draped over the top of them as she watched him. She looked relaxed but there was a low hum of tension radiating underneath the surface. She was unsure of her new situation too but the panic she was sensing nearby was a good distraction.

"In through your nose and then out through your mouth slowly." She figured that he probably knew exactly how to breathe in that moment but sometimes even just a reminder would help. That or he would be too annoyed with her to focus on what was freaking him out in that moment. Either way.

She could understand it though as she had suffered a moment of panic too when she first regained consciousness. At first she thought that maybe she had been captured, knocked out somehow and then locked up. There was no one taunting or threatening her though. Just other people who seemed to be feeling the same confusion, and sometimes panic, that she was. After that, she focused on sitting back and listening to everything around her. Doing so left her with more questions than answers but that wasn't really a surprise to her. Not at the moment.

Now she was looking at the young man beside her, lighting sniffing at the air as she waited for a response. Unless he chose to ignore her.

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Canon + CRAU | Party

[only_hope]

Obi-Wan has always loved the idea of parties in theory, if not in practice. He likes sensing others around him even if he is, in fact, sometimes terrible at small talk but this party is better than most. He's content to nurse his drink in a corner, hood thrown back and smile flashing bright to those who might acknowledge him.

He sees a table teetering dangerously after someone crashes into it and holds out a hand, stabilizing it with the Force.

"Careful, now. Wouldn't want to waste all those drinks, would you?"

[guessihavelostcount]

Claire was half paying attention to the crowd, drifting along the edges, when she heard the sound of someone crashing into something and the sound of a voice that was vaguely familiar. Pausing, she blinked as she scanned the crowd and then stopped at the sight of someone she knew. Not as closely as Galen had known but...

"Obi-Wan?" Her voice was soft and hesitant.

Arya Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire | 3

[starktomboy]

Arya had always loved wilderness. She remembered it like it was yesterday - that first time on the King's Road with Sansa and their father and King Robert, the Queen, and their guards. She'd wanted to ride outside the carriage to see everything there was to see, much to Sansa's disgust. Now she could go wherever she wanted and see whatever she wanted to see. It was unfortunate that that childish wonder had been lost years before.

Wandering through the forest felt nothing like the greenery that surrounded Winterfell, nor Riverrun. She almost missed having company to entertain herself on her exploration, but today belonged to her alone. Not caring to be told how unladylike she was, Arya climbs. The tree she'd found was covered in green leaves and dark bark. Perhaps she might find a bird's nest? She wasn't sure what she'd find but the sound of someone else approaching stills her. Grabbing up the nearest object growing from the branches - an acorn - she hurls it in the intruder's direction, hoping to hit them in the head to scare them off.

[cowboyjedi]

There's nothing much else to do but to explore the main island, really. Or maybe Kanan is just searching for a good landing spot for the Ghost, if he ever gets his transponder to work again. He's not really mindful of his surroundings, his nose into the map he's been given when he got off the boat, but something makes him raise his head. Maybe it's good instincts, maybe it's something more, but Kanan manages to catch the acorn thrown at his head.

He looks around, feeling someone else's presence and tilts his head, obviously amused:

"You can come out now. I know you're there. I don't think trees here are meant to throw their fruit at people," he says with a chuckle.

Queen Elsa || Disney's Frozen || 1

[stormwithin]

She didn't remember how she got on the boat. That in itself was a problem.

She didn't remember speaking to anyone regarding her agreeing to leave her kingdom. That was a much bigger problem.

She didn't remember seeing Anna on the boat either. That was the biggest problem.

Elsa couldn't help but cause a bit of frost in her wake as she was starting to become more and more concerned by not recognizing anything around her or anyone. She had to go back to her kingdom. She couldn't leave, it was only a day after Anna's birthday. She pressed her knuckles to her lips.

"Stay calm, stay calm," she whispered more to herself than anyone else. She could do this, she had control now. She had to get control because that could lead to very dangerous situations for everyone else and she would not do that. No, she had to be calm about this.

Simply because she didn't know where Anna was didn't mean Anna wasn't here.

Simply because no one asked her to leave her kingdom didn't mean she wouldn't return.

Simply because she couldn't recall getting on the boat didn't mean the inability to control herself.

Elsa took a deep breath as she looked around, the frost now thawing and disappearing from sight as she allowed herself to regain control, despite the tumultuous feelings within.

"Aerilon... I've not heard of this kingdom, then again, I did not know floating islands were possible," just because she had lived in the palace walls all her life didn't mean she ignored the outside world.

"Excuse me," she said to the nearest person, knowing that they might not even know who she was and she certainly couldn't demand they respect her as a queen if they had no idea who she was. "Have you live here long?"

[magicsprice]

The drop in temperature had caught his attention before the voice had and he turned as the question was presented to him. Well, this was interesting. "No. I haven't. It seems we're rather in the same mess, my dear. I've just recently arrived myself."

He wasn't entirely certain she'd want to continue questioning him once she realized just who she had addressed. Though given he'd helped her get home, perhaps she'd feel more charitable toward him than her sister.

"If you like we can work together to find the answers to this little mystery."

Agent North Dakota | Red vs Blue | 1+2

[stabilises]

There were worse places to wake up than on a boat. Almost made what had happened before seem like it might have been a dream and he took his helmet off, running a hand through blond hair.

Thing was, Theta wasn't with him, which meant it'd been real and that was something he was going to have to deal with later. For the moment, he kept an eye on his surroundings, even if his posture was relaxed, and spoke to some of the natives, taking the offered map and devices before heading for the residence he'd apparently been allotted.

It felt a little strange to be out of his armor when he left later, heading out to explore more of the city, even if he kept himself armed, just in case. The armor stood out though, and for the moment, it was more of a beacon than anything else.

Still felt weird.

The party drew him though, and he blended into the crowds, watching the dancers with a drink in his hand, even if he was only sipping it.

Kanan Jarrus | Star Wars Rebels | 4

[cowboyjedi]

Kanan tells himself that it's not his fight as he watches the sea monster roar when the locals gather to defend their land, choosing instead to help usher the children and elders, and others that shouldn't be around. But the more the serpent is hit, the angrier it gets and the Jedi watches in horror as it swings its tail in order to hit the buildings by the shore. They're supposed to be empty by now, but he hears the scream, feels someone else's fear course through him before he sees the silhouette against the dust amidst the rubble.

"Hey! Get out of there! It's not safe!"

Instincts kick in before Kanan realizes it as he notices part of a higher structure dangerously tipping toward the civilian. The leap he takes to get there in time doesn't even look possible for a normal human, and he barely makes it to tackle the other person out of the way, the sound of a wall falling down deafening. Flat against the ground, he turns around in time to watch pieces of bricks and woods fly around them both, his hands extended to Force-push back anything that could crush them.

Heavily breathing and covered with dust, Kanan looks back the person he just saved, mentally kicking himself for revealing his Force talent without knowing if it's even safe to do so:

"Are you all right?"

[paidforward]

"I can't," she calls as the dust falls around her. She had forced another civilian away from the danger with a hastily cast levitation spell. Brenda's first concern is always going to be other people.

Somehow her cane had gotten caught. How far is she going to get with just her knee brace to keep her stable?

"Shit!" Kanan tackling her had made her lose her grip on her cane. At first she is a bit baffled because they should have gotten crushed by the rubble. She blinks a little owlishly at him and a question forms on her face and she looks ready to ask him something but unwilling all at the same time.

"Yes. I think... so." She glances past them to the broken wall and winces. "I lost my ca.... walking stick. I'm lucky I didn't get hurt."

Skuld| AA! Megamisama| 4 and 5

[manga_goddess_skuld]

4. Skuld was never one to be hustled off when there was danger. Unless of course the danger was a ghost or a vampire or something. Of course. But she wasn't a child, and refused to be treated as one. Especially since she could FIGHT. "C'mon, Banpei!" she said as she rushed towards the monster.

The small red and white robot followed her. They came to the edge of the land, and Skuld stares at it, then swallows hard. Okay. That was a little bit larger than she expected.

"Banpei! Rocket flight mode!" She said. And he tried. He did. But his rockets failed to achieve enough lift to carry her. "Of all the times for Sigil to go missing," she muttered to herself. Of course, this would be where Urd would mock her for not yet being able to fly on her own. But stupid Urd wasn't here, and even if she was, she would just feed the monster a stupid medicine and make things worse. No, Skuld was on her own.

But that was fine. She glared at the monster. "BANPEI! ROCKET BARRAGE! NOW!" That worked better. Well. Sort of. A barrage of lucky charms shot out of the hat of the small robot, and bounced harmlessly into the water.

Skuld groaned. That was going to take forever to reload. "Does that look like a Demon?!"


5.

She was still learning about this place, but there was work to be done. You might find Skuld in coveralls, the arm straps looped around her waist, making the article look like baggy jeans, and a comfortable tank top as she stood on a ladder, held by a small white and red rotund robot, so she could investigate the roof. She wanted to see if she could install a lightning rod or solar panels. She had blown out all the power. Again.

Sonya Blade | Mortal Kombat

[soldier_blade]

Arrival

Captain Sonya Blade had long since accepted that weird events were now just a part of her life, but finding herself on a floating boat towards some strange city (realm?) still found itself on the top of the list. She felt nothing when she first appeared on the boat, and to her knowledge, any portal or teleportation involved some sort of signature or sign; it was never just 'appearing' some place. Then there was the fact that suddenly she was able to breath, and though she needed a mirror to check, the lack of soreness told her that her face was healed as well.

Just one more weird thing about this place.

She studied the map in her hands, torn between wanting to check her 'quarters' and exploring the city. With all that had happened, a place the check herself and regroup seemed like a good idea, but the urge to explore was also strong.


Party

The last thing Sonya wanted to do was attend a party, but from a professional standpoint, this provided a good chance at checking the rest of the crowd. Where there other 'new arrivals', and what of the people who'd been here awhile. If for no other reason, Sonya wanted to talk to them especially.

The army dress greens she arrived in were decent enough to wear at a party. Not entirely elegant or pretty of course, but she couldn't bring herself to actually spend her money on a party dress just yet.

She remained on the outskirts of the crowd, the drink she held more just something to hold. Another time and place, she would've welcomed the opportunity to dance, but this place was too new and with her ribs hurting to just breath, something silly as dancing was out of the question.

Hopefully there was someone else who felt as out of place as she did, or maybe more social.

[themerlin]

"The party is a bit dull, milady, Wouldn't you agree?" A large orange cat padded up to her, and peered up at her. It wore a cape, and had a little party hat, perched on it's head, which sprouted feathers from the top.

"I fear these people do not truly know how to party."

King Thranduil | The Hobbit

[tauraran]

[1]

He has waited most of his life to journey to Aman, yet, surely, this is too soon. One battle has been won - if you could even call that a victory - but there is another on the horizon. He feels the old Darkness stirring and now is not the time to leave Arda or his people. Thus it is understandable why, as he stands aboard the floating vessel, regal and resplendent in robes of silver, that the Elvenking does not look pleased.

However he is patient. He waits for the boat to dock before he steps off and makes inquiries of the locals. They are not of Aman - he can tell that much by a glance. The floating vessel had been strange and his misgivings are now confirmed. The Sea has not carried him to this land; something else has interfered.

Once he has taken a map, Thranduil leaves the locals behind, drawing his sword. Who could blame him for defending himself in a land unknown? Who would dare?

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel is willing to take that dare. At this point, he's been here for a couple of weeks and has had time to get used to the place and get familiar with at least the faces, if not names, of the people who arrived when he did. This guy is very obviously not one of them.

"You just got here and you're already thinking of stabbing people. Don't think you'll be getting sent any fruit baskets if you actually stab someone," he says from his spot leaning against a wall with his arms folded over his chest. He may, or may not have already been there before he started talking.

Luna Lovegood l Harry Potter

[radishearring]

(1)

A tiny blonde teenager who looks like she has seen better days (mostly due to being covered in scars, an especially nasty one on her neck and being much too thin) found herself wandering around the docks with map and device worthy of the Muggles in hand. Thankfully Luna could feel the wand (currently passing for a chopstick via charm) perched behind her ear. Her ponytail was caught by the slight breeze as she walked, hoping against hope she could find either some non damaged clothing or some friends. "Curious, but then after the manor things can't get any odder." she mused to herself.

(2)

Luna held onto her ginger ale as she watched the crowd dance and mingle. Her simple black 60s inspired dress was warded enough to cover the bulk of her scars and the fact she was way too thin for 17. But she was faking a smile and making the best of things as only she could, but as she tried to mingle she was always keeping one eye open in case she decided to abandon the party and hide back at the house.

(Canon point: during the escape to Shell Cottage in book 7/movie 7.2 and I'm using the idea she was tortured by the Death Eaters to fill in canon blanks. Will CW as needed.)

(2)

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric was definitely more on the mingling side of things, at least for this particular soiree. After all, he needed to get a look at what "dancing" consisted of, here, before attempting it, unless someone bold and a bit fearless felt inspired to try coaching him on the spur of the moment.

That of course seemed relatively improbable, so he was quite prepared to spend the evening people-watching, and getting to know the attendees. He made a point, also, to avoid drinking more than was necessary to be sociable, fully embracing diplomacy mode. Surely, there would be other people there who weren't entirely comfortable, after all, and while getting acquainted, perhaps he could help to put them at ease.

He happened by one such person as he milled about casually, and smiled at her with a courteous nod, his demeanor calm and reassuring.

"...your pardon, Miss, but are you looking for someone in particular..?"

Hera Syndulla l Star Wars Rebels l ota

[thisismyship]

Hera found herself unsettled by the changes in her life. One second she'd been hugging Kannan and the next she was on a boat alone and lost. Her new home was beautiful and peaceful, but her friends weren't here and Hera was worried about them. She leaned against one of the bridges between the islands, head tails twitching in sadness.

[lotsoflaughs]

"You have got to be the only one of your kind on the planet," Gabriel says, approaching at a stroll so he wouldn't startle her by popping out of nowhere.

Balthazar | Supernatural | New Arrival

[badpuns]

Well, you - you've always got little old me.

It's the last thing Balthazar remembers before waking up on the boat. Assuring Castiel that, despite any betrayal, he would side with him. Followed by agony, and looking down to see his favourite brother's blade protruding through his chest, before darkness overtook him.

Then, suddenly, the boat. The boat that's airborne instead of floating on the water, and docking in a harbour on an airborne island. It's strange and if he didn't know better he might think that maybe this is just what happens to angels after they die.

Still, the island seems pleasant enough. The locals are helpful when it comes to his questions, and neither the map nor the device seem particularly complicated. Armed with both, Balthazar sets off to explore.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel sensed him almost right away, but waited a little bit both to make sure and to give him time to orient himself before he gets an archangel dropped on him. Okay, more like appearing while leaning against the nearest wall with arms folded across his chest like he'd been there all along. "Hey, bro."

Alric of House Caelegart | Original

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Party: Well, there was a party, and Alric was meant to be at it. This was hardly the first time in his experience, but he suspected from what little he'd seen already that the company would be far more pleasant than the usual unavoidable social gathering. Many--perhaps even most--of the his fellow new arrivals seemed to be relatively laid back, and although he made sure to be presentable and courteous, he pointedly avoided standing on ceremony beyond what propriety demanded of him, keeping his demeanor relaxed and affable. Surely some of the others might be uncomfortable, after all; he wasn't qualified to serve as a host, of course, but he could do his best to be a reassuring presence, at least.

Exploring: The forests of Mundus had been the strongest lure for Alric, recalling those around his family's estate where he'd grown up, and it was the first place he went--partly to explore, and partly to find a place where he might feel a little more at home. It wasn't so much the alien environment and strange people, as he'd been traveling for some time alread; rather, something about being so far from home, so completely removed, made anything at all familiar seem comforting. So he took to wandering into the forest, as much to learn about his environment as to reminisce and center himself. And if he should find trouble, he was of course ready for that, as well.

Anna Milton / Supernatural / New Arrival

[idisobeyed]

It was a funny thing knowing when you're about to die. Standing on the edge of the boat she now found herself on, Anna considered what she figured had been her final moments before Michael showed up to stop her from her task. She had thought she was right, justified even, in her decisions. The one she had made about killing Sam Winchester hadn't been an easy decision to make, especially not with knowing how it would affect Dean, but it was easy when compared to what it would accomplish. Killing Sam would have saved the world but now they were all damned. All because her brother wanted to follow his fate.

Closing her eyes, she replayed the last few seconds before Michael placed his hand on her. She wanted to believe that she had seen a hint of regret in his eyes before he had done so but she knew better. Michael would barely bat an eyelash when it came to killing her. It wasn't a particularly stunning realization but there was still an ache in the center of her chest as she thought about it.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the lands before her as the ship drew to a stop at the docks. She had no idea where she was but she suspected it wasn't Heaven. It certainly didn't look like Hell either. No, she was sure Lucifer would be there to taunt her if it was Hell. Or maybe torture her for being another Fallen but evading becoming a demon by regaining her Grace.

Moving forward, she walked down the steps onto the docks and paused again as she noticed people handing out maps as well as a phone like device. She frowned because it was unusual. Why would she need these things in whatever afterlife this was? Still, she retrieved the items and then moved on without asking what was going on. It wasn't like she would trust whatever they had to say. No, she was resourceful. She would figure this out on her own.

[lotsoflaughs]

It takes Gabriel a little time to sense her due to being a little, uh, preoccupied, but once she starts moving around the islands, she becomes more noticeable to his awareness. He has no idea when or where she's from, but time to find out.

"Hey, sis," he says, leaning against a lamp post with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets and tossing his head slightly to get some hair that decided it needed to be in his eyes out of the way. "Imagine meeting you here."