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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

[otherqualities]

[It is probably not the wisest course of action to go traipsing about an unknown wood; that being said Miss Elizabeth Bennet was not averse to risky behavior if she thought it might merit her in the end.

Of course, whether or not the fact that she turns 'round a tree only to almost smack into a very naked man would be considered meritous.

Cheeks red, she turns profile and lifts a gloved hand away from her pistol grip to shield her eyes.]

Sir! You are quite without attire!

[It's more of a man than she's ever seen in her life. How scandalous!]

[notexactlyalphaoftheyear]

[Derek can only stand and stare at the...fairly unusual sight of a primly dressed woman--complete with gloves--wielding a pistol with a suitable grip.

Scandalized she might be, she's not holding that weapon like someone afraid to use it. She clearly knows what she's doing, and that only makes the whole thing stranger.

After a moment, he simply crosses his arms, having grown comfortable enough with his ability to shift to be careless about nudity. He's fighting a losing battle with the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he raises a curious eyebrow.]

Begging your pardon, Miss, but you're the one with a gun. I'd say of the two of us, I should be a lot more appalled.

[otherqualities]

[Oh, really? She starts to turn and give him some sass in reply, and as a result he can see on the opposite hip, she has a sword sheathed. She's not just dressed primly, she's dressed like she's from some kind of old fashioned era; whether or not Derek is up on his history will determine if he recognizes her Regency era trappings. If, you know, the Regency era involved women walking around with pistols and swords.

Anyway, she starts to turn, recalls again - whoops, naked - and turns her face, resuming her hasty shield of her gaze.]

I rather think that a woman has a right to make sure she's well-defended especially if she is going to be subject to encounters with men with a distinct and inappropriate lack of attire. I have no intention of shooting you nor skewering you, provided you do not accost me. That being said, sir, it is ill spoken of a gentleman to continue to maintain conversation without his...fig leaf in appropriate placement.

[notexactlyalphaoftheyear]

[He can't help it: the mention of the fig leaf makes him laugh. To his credit, he does his best to hastily cover his mouth to try and stifle it--but yup: definitely laughing at you, missy. Not unkindly, but still...laughing.

When the chuckles subside, Derek still doesn't bother to cover himself, but finally gives up on being a smartass.]

I'd be happy to put some clothes on, I've just--sort of lost track of them. [He sobers a little, absently running a hand over his beard.] I could, uh...cover up, in a way? But if I do, you're probably going to use that blade and bullet. Least that's my experience with hunters like you.

[He pauses to openly look her over with a raised eyebrow.]

Even if you do look like something out of the Regency era section of my high school World History book.

[otherqualities]

Well, we are - or rather were - in a period of regency most certainly, but I did not know some might refer to it as an era per se. But that you refer to it as history is a prospect both daunting and hopeful. It means some remnant of humanity has survived despite the unfortunate plague that has befallen England and most of Europe.

[As she talks she starts to relax and face him, until she sees/remembers naked and then goes back to her profile stance and shielding her face with her hand.]

I assure you sir, that unless your intention is to eat my brains, or you plan to accost me in some fashion, you need fear neither my bullet nor my blade. Please do as you will to rectify your ah...unfortunate circumstance.

[notexactlyalphaoftheyear]

[Derek blinks, perplexed by the way she's talking. He wasn't exactly the world's greatest student, but between home and human education, his education was exceptionally well rounded...and he does not remember a zombie apocalypse in Regency Europe.

Shaking it off, he heaves a sigh and shrugs.]

Fine, but remember: you promised.

[Rolling his shoulders, Derek drops to all fours as he shifts form. It's still not totally natural, but it gets easier with practice. The quiet, wet sound of skin and tissue being manipulated is audible, along with a few grunts of discomfort that slowly devolve into animal sounds of unrest.

A moment later, a massive black wolf with glowing blue eyes suddenly darts towards her while her head is still turned in profile...not to assault her, but to butt her leg with the flat of his head.]

[otherqualities]

[Elizabeth waits patiently, and doesn't really hear anything...but she is butted in the leg and confronted with a very large dog wolf!]

Ohmygoodness! [She staggers back a few steps, staring at the creature.]

I do believe anyone who happens upon me shall think I've gone mad...but...Mr. Wolf, are you the gen - man, [No gentleman would run about naked!] I met a moment ago in a quite unfortuanate state of undress?

[Without thinking about the risk of injury, she extends her hand in an offering gesture like she might a hound at home, so that he might have her scent and feel at ease.]

[notexactlyalphaoftheyear]

[Derek snorts a little, a canine snuffle that still manages to sound huffy and vaguely disdainful before he sniffs at her hand--a purely instinctive action in this form--before cordially bumping her palm with his snout to acknowledge that he's...well, himself.]

[otherqualities]

[Elizabeth lets out a soft exhale of breath in wonder as the wolf noses her hand.] Remarkable. Well, it certainly makes more sense now as to why you'd be without clothes. I imagine your transfiguration would be a great deal less agreeable if you tried to navigate them while having four legs instead of two.

[It somewhat mollifies the situation in her mind, though seriously, she's seen more male naked bodyparts here in the last few days than she's seen in the whole of her life.]

Though communicating might be a touch more difficult. And I don't believe I have your name. We'll simply settle for Mr. Wolf for now, I should think. Where you attempting to make your way back to civilization? Or were you doing something...wolfish,in nature?