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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

[lotsoflaughs]

"Hey Winchester. Where one of you guys go, the other usually isn't too far behind," Gabriel says, arms folded over his chest as he leans against a wall. He almost didn't see Dean. Lucky for Dean, his headache has arrived on schedule.

[huntsdemons]

Dean turns to face the archangel and has a moment of disbelief. Last time he'd seen him he was going to face Lucifer and well...as far as he knew that hadn't ended so well. "So...are you behind this too? What is this like the stuck in TV land thing?" So he might sound a bit testy but he's mostly just making sure Gabe isn't trying to kill him.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Shockingly enough, you being here isn't my fault," Gabriel says drily as he evaluates Dean's place in the timeline. "Huh. Looks like you're from around six years after me."

[huntsdemons]

"What the heck does that mean and where am I?"

Re: Dean Winchester | Supernatural | New arrival

[lovesthemlikehisown]

Bobby had developed somewhat of a routine since arriving. When was his life really routine however. He salted all the windows and doors in the room, checked on Sam and Jo, he still was scratching his head over that one. He took a long walk just because he could. He still cringed when he thought about kissing Crowley, but he's got legs now so who's he to complain.

He stopped and stared, blinking a few times, swiped his cap off his head and put it back on. "Bout time you got here son.... was gettin' kinda tired of puttin' out the welcome mat."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel rolls his eyes. "Not using your brain today, are you, Deano? It means people get pulled in here from different places and times."

There's a silent 'nitwit' at the end of that.

[huntsdemons]

"Yeah okay, fine..so where is here exactly? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory?" Dean chooses to ignore the eye roll and instead is focused on getting information. He can be annoyed later.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Try 'none of the above'. There's people from multiple worlds here." Gabriel resists the urge to roll his eyes again. "I'm told you guys managed to lock up both my oldest brothers."

Re: Bobby Singer | SPN |New Arrival

[lovesthemlikehisown]

Bobby turned, his eyes widening as he took his boy's form in. "Balls...." He muttered rushing over to Sam, gathering the boy into his arms tightly, not caring that he was covered in blood from head to toe. "What's the last thing you remember son?"

[huntsdemons]

"Bobby?" Dean stiffened for a moment before he was crossing towards him in several long strides. Years...Bobby had been dead for years and yet here he was. Gabriel had said people get taken from different times and places...he wasn't sure where this Bobby came from but it didn't matter. He just hugged the man as tight as he possibly could. "Bobby." His voice wavered slightly and his eyes might have gotten a bit misty but it was happy tears.

[lovesthemlikehisown]

Bobby turned quickly, and suddenly stood nose to nose with the archangel. "What the hell are you doin' here, and what is your game?"

Bobby was never one to mince words, or hide his displeasure.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Hello to you too," Gabriel says, not batting an eye. "Feel like taking a step back so you're not breathing the same air I am? Or are you planning on kissing me?"

Just remember Bobby, punching an angel is liable to get you a broken hand.

Re: Dean Winchester | Supernatural | New arrival

[tobeclosetohim]

It's been a long fucking day already okay. There are only so many times you can have that conversation on the docks before the docks is the last fucking place you want to be. Because it's only more true every time, right. Not home. Not Milliways. Not Shatter. Sure. She's accepted that enough. The job. The notes. The planning. The stocking piling.

Which is why Jo is leaving the docks right now. In a hurry. Because she's done with this for the day. If there are more of them everyone else can handle them. Someone else can warn them before they find her on Mundus, or in the Flagon. Which is where she's going. Anyone else, the idea of heading straight for the place with all the alcohol would probably be the wrong answer, but they just covered that all morning, didn't they.

She's not anyone else.




She's not even supposed to be herself according to most of them. Again.
At least she can let herself get lost in doing the job she knows second best.

[lovesthemlikehisown]

"Idjit," Bobby muttered, pushing Gabriel away, like he had some infectious disease. "Kissin' Crowley was bad enough thank you very much. So are you gonna fill me in or just stand there lookin smug?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"Kissing demons is bad for your health and soul," Gabriel points out with raised eyebrow. "Place grabs people from all sorts of places and times. I've met some people who either aren't from Earth or aren't from our version."

Helpful enough for you, Bobby?

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

[playedthegame]

1

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.

3

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.

[crossroadsking]

While Delia was having a several hour lay down, Crowley took the time to get his bearings and get information on his new location. While he didn't approve of being sent somewhere he didn't intend to go, he wasn't going to waste any time. Or the chance to reel new people in.

It takes him about five minutes to identify her as someone who has potential. Even if the inn's scotch left something to be desired. Ah well. He'll just have to go to one of the bars he found for a proper drink.

He waits a few minutes longer to give her time to feel comfortable before strolling over, drink in hand. "Is this seat taken?"

[playedthegame]

She glances up at him. She's a pretty woman, albeit too slender, and her face shows nothing more than polite neutrality. Not pleasant. Not unpleasant. Just... Neutrality.

"It is not," Delia says, as if a stranger just walking over is an everyday occurrence. "But where I am come from, it's customary to introduce ones self before asking about seating arrangements."

[crossroadsking]

"Right. Where are my manners? The name's Crowley. And you are Lady..?" He lets his inflection rise at the end to make it clear he was asking a question.

Not that he didn't know exactly what he was doing. How else to get a foot in the door, so to speak? Between the dress and her demeanor, he was willing to bet she was some sort of nobility.

[playedthegame]

"Delia, of Eldorne."

Not that she believes his 'oh, whoops, clumsy me' for a second, and there's a large urge to tell him no. No. Go away. But if fifteen years have made her bitter, they've also given her more caution when she chooses to heed it.

And perhaps, maybe the conversation will prove entertaining.

"You may sit, Master Crowley."

[lovesthemlikehisown]

Bobby smiled as he hugged Dean back just as tightly, clapping him on the back a few times, just to make sure he was real. He would never admit it but his eyes got a little misty too. "You sound like you seen a ghost boy. I promise I'm real." He pulled back and looked at Dean.

"Everything alright?"

[crossroadsking]

Well then. Looks like she may be more astute than she looks.

He takes the seat with a nod of thanks, sipping his scotch a moment afterwards. "Eldorne. Not a name I'm familiar with. A sentiment that I've noticed seems to be going around. I'm not sure if I should be annoyed about having my work interrupted or appreciate the chance to meet people from what seems to be other worlds."

[playedthegame]

"I'm sure," she says, as if bestowing a confidence, "they'll allow you to feel both. I myself have left some embroidery behind, but I think I might appreciate the opportunity... Travel a bit, shall we say?

There are five whole islands, after all. And no toll-gates."

Delia smiles, an expression that briefly makes her look younger.

[crossroadsking]

"A... kingdom this size doesn't have much need for tolls from what I've seen so far. Given the magic obviously involved in keeping the place up in the air and keep travel across the bridges from taking hours, if not days, I'm sure they have someone well versed in such to handle any upkeep the tolls would have normally paid for. Assuming it's something more complicated than can be handled by the people who would normally maintain the roads and so on." Not that he has anything against people who do that sort of work. A road not full of potholes is a road easy on the shocks and suspension in general of his car. Not that he has access to it right now. Just one more petty annoyance.

[playedthegame]

"And all that is true enough, Master Crowley. But I feel you've slightly missed my point.

Roads without toll-gates, without toll-bridges, are free for travellers. I believe here we do not even have to pay for an inn, given that they've given us houses.

Although," she adds thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her mouth for a moment, "that does beg the question as to why they have an inn in the first place."