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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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[iron_beneath_beauty]

[Lyanna halted in her steps, startled by the sudden voice and the sound of footsteps racing towards her. The young child (boy or girl, Lyanna couldn't yet tell) was far from threatening, but the uncertainty of this place left her guard continually up.

She scanned over Arya's shoulder, searching for signs of anyone else who might be accompanying her. What was she doing here alone?]

Are you lost?

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls (AU)

[scrapbooked]

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.

Re: Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls (AU)

[notarambler]

As the girl sits a young man passes by. A bit of a giant actually dressed in several layers of clothing and carrying a journal of his own that looks well used, with worn out edges and papers spilling out of it. He skimming a particular page when he looks up and spots the pig.

"Nice pig," he comments with a slight shyness that might seem familiar to Mabel.

[scrapbooked]

"Thanks!" She grins, even with everything she still can be so darn happy about everything. "His name's Waddles, I won him." He'd traveled with her from Gravity Falls back to Piedmont and back again a few times. He was a well traveled and much loved pig.

"I'm Mabel, you keep a journal too? It's usually more my brothers thing but I figure if he does it why can't I. Until I find him."

Anders | Dragon Age 2 | option 1

[possessed_mage]

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.

[paidforward]

His reaction to waking up here isn't exactly unusual but at least he isn't angry. Brenda was going to say something at first but he seemed a little distracted. Instead of just speaking up Brenda starts to move around so he will see her since she would rather not startled him.

"Um. About that," she interjects as she carefully leans back against the rail so she won't have to worry so much about her knee. "Your friends didn't do this."

Not that she has any good explanations to share. Damn.

[possessed_mage]

Anders put a finger up in protest. "I'm not sure I'd call Fenris a friend. And actually I'm not sure I'd call you a friend, if you're responsible." The mage's eyes stray to her leg, how she shifts her weight and leans so she doesn't have to put so much pressure on it.

"You know if you wanted to see me all you had to do was come to the clinic. Not kidnap me. How did you manage to do that anyway?" Anders wasn't exactly keen on anyone sneaking up on him. Templars were everywhere, and apostates who weren't careful usually ended up dead. Or Tranquil.
"And where are we? I don't recognized the area."

[huntsdemons]

Dean hesitated for a moment before reaching out towards her. "You're alive...you look good, Jo. Really good. How are you doing? What are you doing here? I ran into Bobby and Gabriel already but they didn't say you were here. Is anyone else around I would know?" Dean asked all in a rush. He honestly had no idea to process everything that was happening. He was so overwhelmed and just dumbfounded by the presence of so many people he'd lost. If it weren't for the smell and the fact he'd already been there, he'd think he was in Heaven.

[paidforward]

"Oh I'm not responsible for this, trust me," the woman says holding up one hand. Her other hand doesn't stray far from what looks like a simple but well used wooden walking stick. Although, perhaps it is a cane given the way the handle curves.

"And the locals haven't exactly explained themselves either. I woke up one of of these ships too a few weeks ago. So far-- Nothing." She frowns slightly not liking she can't tell him more. Brenda hates not having more information.

"Oh. My leg." Right. She just glances at it and shrugs. "It can't be healed. It's.... a bit complicated. But it won't get better."

[possessed_mage]

"And who told you that? Probably some sub-par healer who thinks you can cure scabies by sucking peoples brains out of their nose and scrambling them with rat dung. Tell you what, let me get my bearings here, then come and see me. Even if your healer was right and it can't be healed, there might be something I can do to at least make it feel better. "

Anders added, now that he was feeling more certain she wasn't responsible. And even if she was, he could just walk away at a reasonable pace and probably outlast her.

"I'm Anders," he introduced himself, eyeing the stick she was holding and trying to figure out if it was a walking stick or a mages staff. Or a very large piece of kindling.

[huntsdemons]

"It wasn't my fault. Sam and Castiel did a spell to remove the Mark of Cain from my arm and it released the Darkness. Then Sam started getting visions he thought were from God but were actually from Lucifer because when Amara got free she damaged the cage. So Lucifer tricked Sam into coming to talk to him and then Rowena double crossed us and somehow me, Sam, and Cas wound up in a cage containing a fragment of Lucifer's essence or something like that. Well we all kind of got our asses handed too us but before we could get out or reseal Lucifer Castiel said 'Yes' and Bam, free archangel."

[huntsdemons]

Dean saw Amy and hesitated a moment before stopping to talk to her. "Hello, Amy. I think I owe you an apology. I fucked up...I shouldn't have done what I did. I know I can never make up for it but well...since you're here I promise to leave you alone." The unspoken, unless you fuck up and I can prove it, went unsaid but his tone and demeanor were honest and apologetic. He really did feel sorry for what he did to her and her son. He knew he could never make up for it, but maybe by respecting her and leaving her be everything could be civil.

[lotsoflaughs]

"......" Gabriel pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're making me want a drink. Am I gonna need to sit on you concerning one of the locals, considering you've met Cain? Guy looks and even sounds like him but is someone else entirely."

[huntsdemons]

"Sammy?! SAM!" Dean was in front of Sam in seconds embracing him tightly. "I'm glad you're here. What the heck is going on? Where are we and what's going on?"

[huntsdemons]

"I killed him in my time so as long as it isn't him then I'll be okay. Still you mentioned drinking, I could seriously use a drink."

[paidforward]

"Who the hell would think rat dung would help? That would just infect the lesions." Brenda looks both mildly curious and a little grossed out all at once. Don't tell her more gross things Anders. Don't do the thing.

"Actually, I have a brace that I have on now. It's supposed to help stabilize the joint so when I try bending I'm not putting too much stress on it.... It's just that the knee tends to start slipping out of place. Often." And she won't go into the other problems because frankly the pain is the least of her worries.

"Brenda." She tilts her head slightly. "Is there something else you'd like to know? I'm not really in the habit of hiding things. There's not much point."

[lotsoflaughs]

"There's assorted bars and pubs. I'm sure you can find one to your liking." No, he's not inviting Dean along to his own personal choice of bars.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's eyes moved too much, between his face, as his voice kept suddenly silencing the noise of the new crowd and the whole city that wouldn't be silent for weeks, and his hand, because he'd hesitated and then reached toward her, and she couldn't even tell what her body did. There was a shiver that ran down her that seemed equal parts urge to step closer and step away, except both reasons just hurt, and he was still talking.

(When the fuck was the last time she'd seen him? Had she decided? Before the upstate hunt? After the last time she and Rachel went to the Farm?)

She had to look away, even if maybe that felt like taking a damn bullet. "Yeah." It's too weak, almost lost in the white noise.

Jo made it happened, again, stronger. "Yeah." She reached up and rubbed her neck. "Sam's here. He's kind of rough."

Because. Yes. Sam. Sam and Dean. Winchester Boys. Winchester Brothers. Totally better topic than not being dead and no one even mentioned her. Totally the more important topic even. Sam and Hell and how the Winchesters went together more than peanut butter & jelly even, and Dean had bigger things to think about, that would totally need more focus and maybe get him to forget figuring out what he was doing with that hand, so she could.

[possessed_mage]

"Because some people are idiots." He looked at her knee and with the same tone of voice he said, "you have a brace on," repeating her. He didn't want to assume too much without looking at her, but there was a remarkable amount a spirit healer could do as opposed to someone with non magical healing talent. Anders just happened to have both. Kinloch Hold, as much as Anders hated it, had prepared him well.

"I'll take a look." Anders replied.

"Well, you don't know where we are, or who we got here, or I'm assuming how to get back. I'm beginning to think it might be easier to just ask you what you do know."

[notarambler]

Dean was here...DEAN WAS HERE. Sam hugs back just as tightly having been sure he'd never see his brother again. "Dean," he says pulling back a bit. "This is Imber one of the islands. I live here. When did you get here? How long have you been here....are Lisa and Ben with you?"

[notarambler]

"It was my dad's," Sam admits, "he kept it up for his job and I got it when I came here. I was trying to figure out if he'd ever written anything about some of the stuff this place has." He smiles at here. "I'm waiting for my brother to show up too. His name's Dean. I'm Sam."

[paidforward]

"Yes. It's the standard treatment for an injury like mine back where I'm from. Surgeons can't always fix something like this." She even taps at it with a finger, Anders will hear the soft ding of metal under her pants leg. Maybe he's from a world with magic? It might explain a few things but she would rather not have to leave if he's from a weird anti-magic place.

"They were expecting us. Our names and everything," Brenda starts with a shrug. "I found a few of my possessions had been brought here without my knowledge and placed in this.... little house they had set up for me."

She doesn't appear happy about that but touches a finger to a moon stone pendant she has with her. It was one of her things.

"I'm a little leery of the fact they had my notes. I don't like people prying into my research. But so far they seem to be pretty content to let us wander between the islands. The castle on the central island is closed up right now. I guess whoever really runs this place must be inside.... But I'm not about to poke around there until there's more information out there. Like why we're here. I'm not... exactly well thought of back home but it's not like I did anything wrong."

[starkbastard]

"Or perhaps it was out of grief; he would not tell me." Jon often imagine that his mother had died while bringing him into the world. It would explain better why Ned Stark had felt so strongly about bringing him back to Winterfell while most lords would leave their bastard sons to fend for themselves.

"King Robert having a hand in my father's faltering is most likely, as I was sired while House Stark was fighting for House Baratheon against the Mad King."

"I know," he offered softly. "He grieved deeply at Lord Arryn's passing."

[starkbastard]

"Nay," he said as he shook his head. "England is not a realm I have heard of before, Miss Elizabeth." The words felt strange on his tongue, but if it was the way the young woman wanted to be addressed as, then he would respect her wish.

"There was once dragons in the South, but they died long ago, well before I was born." Tilting his head, he frowned lightly, thinking of the night he had burned his right hand:

"I do not know what zombies are, but we do have the 'Others' beyond the Wall, and their wights too: the dead that they raise to serve them. Only fire dragonglass and Valyrian steel can kill them."

Re: Anders | Dragon Age 2 | option 1

[crowschild]

"Apparently yes, we do," Rory said, offering a hand to help the man up. "Or... at least probably not where you're from but definitely here."

There's a pause. "Where ever here is."