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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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[magicsprice]

[It was the words more than the voice that surprised him. Turning to face Emma, he barely refrained from doing a double-take. This wasn't the Emma he'd been dealing with prior to his arrival. Her eyes, her manner and her clothes were all different from the woman he'd left behind. It would seem whatever caused this could toy with time.

Not a pleasant prospect that.]

I would ask those who brought us here. I haven't the answer to that myself.

[He is so not going into discussing the future unless it turns out to be a necessity. So, back to playing the well known game of answering while not truly answering at all. At least in this particular issue, he truly didn't have any answers to give.]

I take it you just arrived here as well?

Re: Emma Swan|OUAT| 4

[savedbylove]

Emma jumped, swung around, unsheathing her sword in one quick movement. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know about magic?" She spat out, her eyes narrowed and fixed pointedly on him.

She tended to be blunt when thrown into God awful situations.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Ah, Lady Stark, then, my apologies. Alric of House Caelegart."

He smiled to himself just a bit queerly, as though there was something humorous about his introduction, although he gave no indication of what. Rather, his smile grows a touch more solicitous, although it remains studiously polite-yet-amiable. Certainly, that suggests experience at court, or at least in diplomacy.

"As much as it warms the heart to think of you enjoying one's music, Lady Stark, I must say I regret to think you've had the opportunity to acquire such a taste."

[magicsprice]

It's as he's making his way to leave the docks when he hears the voice not too far from him. It stops him in his tracks and turn to seek out its owner. He knows that it shouldn't be possible for it to belong to whom he wishes it to be. Yet, he can't deny that silent hope that it will be is there regardless.

When his eyes tell him that his ears aren't playing cruel tricks on him, he's briefly rendered stunned in disbelief. How was this possible?

He's in motion after that thought, headed for the man with his painfully familiar face and voice to learn if this place is playing one more trick on him. To learn if this truly is who he hopes it is, or if it is just someone who looks entirely too much akin to his lost boy.

Only one way to find out.

"Bae?"

Arrival

[knifeofsadness]

She knew that voice anywhere, and to be honest, her eyes have been systematically searching the others on the ship for familiar faces from the moment wakefulness creeps through her. There's no expectations. It's a shot in the dark, a slim to none chance that slams into the center of the target with resounding finality.

Even before she hears her name, Whistler's slipping through other arrivals on board, making her way to him as fast as possible without drawing attention. Nevermind that she's armed for that last battle and appearing less than put together. Regardless, her stride is purposeful as she approaches him, jogging the last few yards, face frowning but eyes revealing her relief in finding a friend she can trust here.

"Can't get rid of me so easily," she concedes by manner of greeting, looking him over for injuries with a quick scan before scanning their surroundings again. "Thoughts?" A hesitation. "Seen anyone else?"

[magicsprice]

"I highly doubt it. Given just where I was headed before my arrival here." The comment came from the man who just had stepped up beside him, brown eyes taking in the site before them. "While I've never seen Heaven, I don't believe it'd look like this..."

Not to mention, he shouldn't have even ended up in Heaven if he had in fact somehow died on that ferry. No matter the current impossibility of such a demise on his part, he had too much in the way of unfinished business to go there. Gold turned his attention from the city before them to the man beside him, taking in his appearance.

"Still, from the looks of you. I'd wager this is a far better place than where you were eh?"

[magicsprice]

It's the stave and the oddity of the gait that attracts his attention more than anything else. He wasn't truly one for parties himself, however he knew the importance of them and the fact that if one played their cards right, a number of possible connections and allies could be acquired from them. Given he was in need of both, here he was. Fortunately his suit served well enough for party attire.

He wound his way through the crowds with the ease of one who has attended such parties before, even if he hadn't been properly invited to them.

"A fine staff." He says as he comes to stand beside her, snagging a pair of drinks from a passing server before turning to offer her one. "Care for a drink?" If not he can always rid himself of the glass as simply as he had acquired it.

[aster_planetes]

It is a fine staff, even if she does say so herself. Solid, tall, with bronze caps at either end and attractive patterning in the wood. The caps aren't as round as they had been, but all that says is that it is an instrument which has been well used.

Roshanak tilts her head a little at the man, her dark eyes measuring him, and then she smiles. Polite, but warmly so. "As long as the drink is both freely offered, and not made of alcohol," she says.

She's been saying that to everyone who has offered, prepared only to waver on the lack of alcohol. God forgives lapses: trying to get out of a magical trap of obligation can be far, far harder.

[magicsprice]

He tasted his own drink at that statement and after a moment of consideration spoke once more in response to it.

"Fortunately, these appear to be a type of fruity drink instead of the liquor I've seen going around elsewhere. The second glass is yours if you wish. No strings attached. Though I hope you'll forgive me if I ask for the chance for some conversation beyond the nature of the drink I have at hand." The latter is spoken in amusing jest.

[aster_planetes]

"Then I accept, sir," Roshanak says, this smile lighting with amusement. Her movements as she takes the glass from him are graceful, even as she keeps a firm hold of her staff. "And your request is granted.

I... I do hope you did not take my qualifier as an insult. Just that I've travelled a bit, and it's always a good idea in my experience to be careful."

Re: Elsa | Frozen/OUAT | Prompt 1

[completely_ordinary]

"I'm sure everyone is fine. She's fine. We're totally fine. Here let me just- Thank you, sir." Anna swoops in from behind, Elsa isn't hard to miss, or maybe Anna has a built in Elsa seeking part of her brain, but whatever it is, she spots her, loops her arm through her sister's and takes the offered items with an almost gracious not at all nervous smile.

Once he's gone, she starts tugging Elsa's arm to get them away from the crowd because, hello, making accidental human Popsicles probably won't help them get back home and Anna would really like them to get back home.

Tonks - HP - OTA

[rainbow_road]

----1

Was it a trick? Was it one of Mad-Eye's training sessions gone horribly awry? Was she dreaming? Had she hit her head again? When one was both a witch and a bit of a klutz, there were many possibilities.

The map and device had been shoved into the pocket of her coat. The map might lead her to a trap. What would Mad-Eye say if she walked right into one? That she could have lost a buttock or another appendage apparently. For someone who said it hadn't been him that had lost a left butt cheek, he certainly was concerned about it. (It had to have been him, she knew.) She would get to the map later. In the meantime, she needed to explore her new surroundings.

Nymphadora Tonks looked to the left and then looked the right as she stepped out onto the dock. She should have looked where she was going which was straight ahead. Oooh! Impact in three... two... one... Oomph! Ow.

Tonks reached up and rubbed her nose. "Sorry about that mate. I guess I'm still getting my land legs back or is it air legs up here? Anyway, you alright?"

[rainbow_road]

"I don't think they care," Tonks said, her tone sympathetic. She had a device and map as well. She had eyed them briefly and was contemplating what to do with them. "Or if they do, they don't have the ability to do anything about it. Why is it colder over here?" There was not much of a delay between Tonks brain and mouth the Narration would like you to know.

Jane Kirk | Star Trek AOS | 3

[punch_it]

There has never been a force field Jane has met that she hasn't instantly wanted to disable. Disable, rebuild, and maybe use for something else. Something greater. Mostly right now, she just wants to tear this one down and see what this place is really hiding.

And yeah, no one can convince her there isn't something hidden beyond this shimmering wall. She's not stupid. She's not pressing herself against it. She's in a holding pattern a few meters away, watching for any change, any tell where there is a weak point, where there isn't something steady, a place where there might be some kind of computer holding this thing in place.

Energy can be such a bitch.

Jane isn't keen on dying for curiosity sake.

Maybe this is what it means to be a grown up.

Anna | OUAT/Frozen | Party!

[completely_ordinary]

A whole day was a pretty long time to be away from home, when you'd only just returned home, when you'd just gotten married, when you were alone in a city. Frustrated as she might have been, she wasn't going to miss out on a party. Not because she felt like celebrating, this was the farthest she'd felt like celebrating in weeks, but it gave her a chance to see if maybe, just maybe, there would be someone else in this city she'd recognize.

It was a pretty big hope. But she'd bet on bigger miracles before.

So it really, really wouldn't surprise anyone who knew her that she'd found a chocolate fountain and parked herself beside it.

The only thing that would make this better would be, well, if it'd been at home.

[kepthimhuman]

He turns when he hears the voice and the name. He knows the voice well, and there are only a few people who know that name. The device in his hand is ignored for the moment. "Papa?"

Re: Oliver Queen | Arrow | Party

[viridescere]

"We have to figure this place out," Oliver said, watching as Thea made her way to the nearby table. He had no idea what this island held for them but as he'd survived Lian Yu, he had confidence he could make it through this one as well. It was just a matter of learning the lay of the land, the interactions between people, and his role in all of it.

"If we're ever going to escape, we're going to need to know how it works inside and out. You're going to have to help me survey it, learn it, know it."

[viridescere]

[Oliver swallowed a bit, clearly uncomfortable. It was something he didn't feel was entirely fair to dump on Felicity when she had no knowledge of it but, again, honesty. He had to be honest. Reserving himself and keeping secrets from her had destroyed what they had.]

Engaged, actually.

[siriuslydementd]

Somehow in the bustle of it all, he had missed noticing his colorful-haired cousin, and when someone goes barreling into him, he doesn't know who it is at first. "Oi!" It's mild annoyance, mostly, and it fades when he sees who it is that ran into him. "I have an umbrella stand that says land or air legs wouldn't make much difference anyway."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I've only just arrived. Are you the same, my lady? It feels like everything between the boat and now is all a blur and I am only just catching my breath."

This place seems safe and welcoming and it is in a place like this that Sansa feels she can become her true self again. It is a slow process, the peeking of petals out from the frozen ground, but she hopes that the nurturing warmth of this place will encourage her to be the gracious lady she'd once been.

Rowena Ravenclaw - HP - First Night Party!

[oftheglen]

Rowena had been convinced that all this had been an elaborate ruse set up by Godric simple because she had chosen to focus on creative a comprehensive rubric for their potential students and he had called her a damn stick in the mud. At least, that was her thought when she awoke in that floating boat. But when she'd been ushered from place to place, she began to wonder...

Even Gryffindor couldn't begin to plot something this elaborate.

She stuck to the sides, eyes watching along the merriment for something amiss. There had to be a way home, a way out. Had she been kidnapped? She hadn't been approached to demand ransom from her House nor her friends. No one had even mentioned Salazar, Helga, nor Godric yet. She missed her friends already and was just on the cusp of not hexing Godric's bollocks to the four corners.

Steph Rogers - Rule 63 Captain America - MCU/Post TWS - New Arrival

[stephrogers]

When Steph's eyes opened, she groaned a little. That HYDRA agent packed a hell of a wallop. She just hoped Sam was okay: it was enough to knock her off her feet and her helmet clean off. She stiffly moved and pushed herself up into a sitting position, feeling the ground beneath her sway a little.

"What the--?"

Blue eyes widened at her surroundings. She was in a boat. Worse, a boat that looked like it was floating on air. She kept her nerves and surveyed the area. Where the hell was she? This certainly wasn't Nice, where she and Sam had tracked down a clue of their missing person.

As soon as the boat docked, she carefully climbed out, shield clutched tightly in hand. The locals seemed friendly enough, shoving things in her hand and pushing her off with words about accommodations.

"Hello?" she called into the communications device. "Can anyone hear me?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Life is not always a song," she says, giving a gracious little smile. "Though I suppose with music sweet as yours, it could be. How did you learn to play?"

Sansa herself had learned the harp and how to sing at the knee of her lady mother. It was a lifetime ago, those days that she spent so dutifully learning how to be a gracious lady and some lord's lovely wife but now, she supposes, her skills have not gone all to waste. There is still something of that girl left, deep down.

[rainbow_road]

"That umbrella stand has it in for me, I'll have you know." Tonks replied in a matter-of-fact tone. It was true (even if it was only true in her own damn mind). "It has nothing to do with this!"

Lord Grayson Spencer of Knell Manor - OC - Party!

[lordofmanor]

Now this was much more his scene. Revelry, food, music, people throwing a joyous occasion! The brunet laughed as he jumped right into the fray, turning, twisting ,and moving his way everywhere, dancing with anyone who pulled him into their circle.

All right, turning up in the boat was odd. Being told he was to find his own means of a bed was odd. But hey, who could he blame if he had this to look forward to? He was out of his element but managed to move right in along with the locals.

Grace.

He only stopped for a second, wondering of his dear sister. She would enjoy this as much as he did. Especially if it meant that it kept her from marriage.

The manor.

He pushed that down and away. The impending doom of his own selection of a bride.

Celyn.

His dear friend and servant. He might be missing him at the moment. Who else would Celyn clean up after? Certianly not mother and father.

No, the celebrations were lovely but nothing to what sort of parties he and his dear sister could throw at home. He didn't feel too homesick. Not yet. But soon, it felt like. He knew, at least, he wanted...needed his sister with him.