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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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1)

Marion wakes up with a start. Why is she seeing birds flying overhead? She blinks in confusion then slowly sits up. At first she is just dazed because the last thing she recalls is climbing into her car, ready to head on to the next drop off. Lately people have been needing her more and more lately.

Consulting with other werewolves has been taking up much of her time. Marion turns around a few times feeling confused then just growls under her breath.

"Where the fuck is my car." This is a giant pile of bullshit.

3)

And now that she knows what is going on Marion just has to poke around. The werewolf has shifted to her wolf form and is enjoying the forests of Mundus. She has been running for hours before she comes back to where she had left her things.

Sensing that someone might be out here as well she hides as she shifts back and stealthily gets her clothing back on. It takes her a few minutes but she is now trying to very casually appear as if nothing is up. Nope. Normal human woman right here.

Totally normal.

[The party is...nice. There's plenty to eat and drink, lots of music--it's a good time.

Hope wonders if there's something wrong with her that she's not having as much fun as she should.

Sitting on the fringes of the revelry, Hope nurses a glass of something like wine, watching the party go on around her and all she can think of is home. Not just her father, and the company that she's now responsible for, but the guy she still can't figure the hell out...

She hates herself for thinking about Scott. She hates Scott more for making her think about him.

Because somehow, some way, this is all his fault.]

[Boat or land up to the tagger]

When Bobby's eyes opened, he expected to see his stuff around him, not water. "Idjits," He muttered. "What the sam hell did you do now boys?" His hands gripped the railing tightly. He really didn't like the water particularly, unless of course it was of the holy variety. He didn't know what the hell was going on but he was bound and determined to find out.

Bobby didn't look like the most welcoming man in the world. His lips were set in a thin line as he scanned the water, looking for any signs of monsters of the demonic variety. He had laugh lines around his eyes but he ain't had too much to smile about lately.

Once he stepped off the boat and got his device, he could think of one good thing that happened through this whole shitshow. He could walk.... damn straight. He flipped on the device.

"Okay boys.... what kind of deal did you make this time. Idjits. I really hope you didn't do this. I ain't got the time for this. How do I get off this island?"

[1 and 3]

So this was new. Dean figured it might possibly be some weird part of Heaven or Hell he'd found himself in. Maybe even an unexplored level or Purgatory. All he knew was he'd been in his room in the bunker and then he was on a boat in a lake or ocean or something heading towards a dock.

When he'd arrived at the dock he was weary and ready for a fight but everyone seemed really nice. He received a map and some other items and was basically shooed on his way to explore. No one would really answer his questions either they just seemed to be waiting for the other boats in the distance.

Dean sighs and just goes with it. He heads into the town proper looking for anyone who might be able to help him.

Edited 2016-04-10 01:56 (UTC)

It has been fifteen years since Delia, Lady of Eldorne, has seen this many people. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of imprisonment, first in Corus' prisons and then in a succession of isolated castles and fortified manors. Fifteen years of either complete isolation except for the guards who would bring her her meals, or the household of her custodians. Occasionally, she saw towns, but only on a brief travel from one residence to another.

Fifteen years, and the last time she saw a large number of people as at her trial.

This?

These strange docks, with all these strange people? When she's stand there in a blue dress so simple it functions better as an undergarment?

Delia is clutching the map and the strange device to her, and is trying very hard not to have a screaming fit.

Once she's found the little house assigned to her, and gone to her bed for several hours to recover, Delia is starting to feel better. Or at least, she's starting to feel a little more put together, so that her pride has been stung enough to not hide.

It would be so easy to hide.

Discovering that the closet has more garments for her, she picks one that makes her feel somewhat like her old self again. Like a lady, rather than a prisoner. Rebraiding her brown hair to a neat coronet, she gathers her courage and walks out into the streets.

She has the freedom to, potentially, do as she pleases. And what pleases her is to go for a walk, unwatched by guards and unhindered by walls, and to maybe find an inn in which to eat.

Freedom is, though, a little terrifying, so Delia is not walking particularly fast.

Or maybe she's just used to stretching out her activities as long as she can, so she can fill the long empty hours.

Edited 2016-04-10 02:58 (UTC)

Well, there's a girl and her pig making their way through the streets. Waking up on the boat wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting but it wasn't because of anything that had come back from no where. Which the less was said about the better because there was nothing strange from that summer. Nothing that had changed their lives.

Mabel was hoping to find her brother somewhere. If she kept wandering around long enough maybe he'd turn up. Girl could hope. And boy did Mabel do hope in abundance. She did a lot of things like that. Just as she was keeping going then. Hoping that Dipper would be waiting. If there was a chance that Wendy would show up or one of her grunkles. Though the latter were still whereabouts unknown. They'd not checked in after their last expedition.

She finally sat on a bench when she needed a break from all the walking, Waddles at her feet. Pulling a journal out of her bag and beginning to write in it.

Right. Anders was pretty sure he hadn't been on a boat last time he was conscious. In fact, he was pretty sure he had been in his clinic in Darktown. The mage squinted his eyebrows together, trying to think. No, he'd definitely been in his clinic. Making a salve for the upcoming outbreak Isabela had no doubt reaped upon Kirkwall. Sure, he had healed her. Problem was trying to go after Isabela's partners was like a blindfolded game of dominos.

Isabela. Boat. Why hadn't he thought of that before.

"Very funny. Is this how we treat people who keep you from bleeding to death?...or infecting the entirety of Kirkwall?" Anders sat up, crossing this arms over his chest, waiting for the ~~whore~~ duelist to show herself. And tried to figure out how she had managed to knock him out and get him here. Where ever he was.

"Isabela." Anders called out. "Hawke? ........Fenris?" Okay, sure that last one was more desperation than anything else. The elf would probably just leave him there.

Edited 2016-04-11 22:17 (UTC)

[O1]

Funny are the thoughts that run through a person's mind when they feel death coming for them, especially when it comes so quickly while you're in the arms of the one person you can admit to both hating and loving at the same time. And there's things you want to say, emotions you wish to express. But in the end, there's not enough time to say them before the last breath is taken.

We should have stayed in that cave..

A subtle nudge stirred her subconscious awake and the pain came back like the arrow she didn't see coming. The one that made it so much easier, in the end; for both Jon and herself. Still, the irony didn't go unnoticed that she essentially died of a broken heart.

Now, as Ygritte's eyes slowly opened, they turned upwards to the ceiling above the hard surface where she lay and heard Jon's final words to her inside her head, over and over until she couldn't stand it anymore. It was only then that the spearwife tried to move and in doing so cried out in pain.

She looked down to see the arrow gone, but the blood was still fresh and flowing steady like a river. It was then she noticed them all, people whom she didn't recognize in a place that wasn't Castle Black where she was sure she died. Yet, the wound in her chest commanded her attention yet again as a hand went to it. And despite all the anger, hurt over his betrayal, Ygritte finds herself calling out for him, half in uncertainty and yes, the other half in fear.

"Jon.."

[03 - A couple weeks after arriving]

It is her stubbornness that has her finally decide enough is enough. Ygritte had remained largely unseen around the islands while she allowed herself the time to heal. Properly and without the aid of those claiming to be 'healers'. That was magic she didn't trust.

So when the day arrived that the spearwife could no longer remain stationary, she pushed herself out the door of her starter home and set out to explore this new land. One that she was still unsure of and would remain so until she actively explored every corner of each island.

There. Are. So. Many. People.

Kirseg has never seen this many people gathered in one place before. But they all look more or less like the upperworlders, and that makes nem nervous. With eight eyes (two yellow and six black) and jet black skin, they feel like they don't belong here among so many upperworlders.

Still, the people who greeted nem had told nem that this was to be nir home now. Ne took a deep breath and approached the buffet. Not a single beetle in sight! Ne sighed and turned to look at a person nearby.

"Ex...excuse me, is there another table? With insects?"

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Marion Scotts | OC | Options 1 or 3

Hope van Dyne | Ant Man | #2

Bobby Singer | SPN |New Arrival

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | New arrival

Delia of Eldorne | Tortall (post-The Immortals) | 1 & 3

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls (AU)

Anders | Dragon Age 2 | option 1