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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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[Arya had envisioned seeing her family again so many times. She'd always planned to go to Sansa and curtsy like a proper lady and beg her pardons for all of the cruel things she'd said, and for Lady, and for throwing food on her new dress, and so many other things, because being separated and alone and afraid had made every argument seem so stupid.

But at seeing her sister in such a strange place, Arya's thoughts to stutter right along with her steps. She can hardly believe it really is her sister...but it has to be. Can the magic here make her see things that aren't really there?]

S...Sansa?

[Sansa can scarcely believe it. She hasn't seen Arya since their father's death and she had been afraid she was dead just like the rest of her family. For so long, Sansa has thought herself alone in the world. Perhaps it isn't the case.

She reserves herself so much, too afraid to be happy in case it isn't true.]

Arya, come here. Arya, it's me, I'm not dead. I'm perfectly well and...oh, Arya. Arya, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

[Arya's dirt-smudged face crumbles quickly, and she runs straight towards Sansa and throws her arms around her, chin trembling and tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes.]

I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry. [It isn't at all the proper, ladylike apology she'd planned, but it's hard enough to keep from sobbing, she doesn't think she can manage a curtsy. She's probably getting Sansa's dress dirty now, her own clothes are filthy. She lets go and takes a step back, scrubbing at her streaked cheeks with her sleeve.] I'm so sorry Sansa, I didn't mean anything I said, I'm sorry for Lady and, and for your dress. I promise I'll try harder to be a good sister and a proper lady when we get home, I will, I promise.

[Sansa reaches for Arya once she pulls away, holding her tight. Who cares if her dress is dirty when she has her sister in her arms again? Who cares about something so stupid as a dress that can be washed and mended and made new again when her flesh and blood is standing before her.]

You don't have to be sorry for anything, Arya. I was stupid, I was so stupid. I thought Joffrey was good and kind and honorable and he was wrong and you were right. I should have listened to you all along.

It's not your fault. [Arya shook her head rapidly from side to side.] I thought Joffrey was horrible and a bully but I never thought--[That he would kill father. But the words stick in her throat. She'd told father he was in danger, but she never would've guessed it would be from a bratty boy like Joffrey.]

You didn't know, you couldn't know. I was awful and cruel and rude and I'm sorry. Please don't hate me.

[Sansa cannot believe she has her sister back but she thinks they're going to end up apologizing one another until they die from it. Life is simply too short for things like that and, instead, she decides to simply forgive.]

How could I hate you? I thought you were dead, Arya. I don't want to waste time on apologies. Words are wind, Arya. I love you. It doesn't matter, all right? The past doesn't matter.

[Arya smiled, or tried to; it was a wobbly, but sincere.]

It doesn't matter. [Parts of it did, parts of it they would never, ever forget, but the stupid things weren't important.] What happened to you? Did they send you home?

[Sansa nods once. Arya is her sister and can handle the truth and, truly, it feels good to finally be able to be herself and admit things again.]

They married me to Roose Bolton's bastard because they thought Lord Tyrion was dead and I was a widow. He held me captive in Bran's old room.

He held you captive? Did he hurt you?

[Arya's face darkens, her lips thinning into a hard line.]

What's his name?

[Sansa's voice is small and soft. She doesn't want to think about him so much any longer, even though she feels compelled to tell people what has happened to her so that she can know that it wasn't simply a nightmare she had to endure alone.]

Ramsay Snow. It's Bolton now, I suppose. Tommen legitimized him. Ramsay Bolton.

TDM!

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