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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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[theladyofwinterfell]

"Very little can," Sansa says, thinking of her own experience with men. Still, this was a side of the story she had never heard and she was eager to hear more.

"So Prince Rhaegar didn't force you to go with him? He married you? Why? The Seven don't allow a man to have more than one wife."

And Rhaegar had a wife, the princess.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"It is not unheard of for a Targaryen to take more than one wife. One for political reasons, another for love. I was fortunate to have my marriage held in the Northern traditions, which may allow more leniency than the Seven."

She smiled, "Rhaegar is too honorable to simply take a woman who is not his wife. He made it very clear that he would return to the old ways, all so he could have me."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa isn't sure if it's romantic so much as lustful but she keeps that to herself. She hasn't met Rhaegar and already the story is different than what she's been told.

"At least he was kind to you," Sansa says quietly. "It would have been terrible if he had raped you as they all said."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Your husband was not?" Lyanna asked gently. She had been the rare occurrence in their world. Daughters had little hope for anything more than simple respect for their husbands. Love, lust, none of it factored into their unions.

"Was the union of Ned's making?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Father was dead before I married the first time," Sansa explains.

"My first husband was very kind, Lord Tyrion Lannister. My second husband was Roose Bolton's bastard and he used me very ill. I fled from him in fear of my very life and wound up in this place by the grace of the gods."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Tyrion Lannister? Was he the dwarf born to Tywin Lannister?" She had heard the rumors across Westeros. A monster child born to the Lannisters, the details about his appearance varying on who told the tale. Brandon would attempt to scare her at night, embellishing the child's deformities, making him close to the grumpkins beyond the Wall.

"I'm sorry. Who arranged this marriage? I can't imagine any from our family would choose such an unworthy man."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa nods. "He was a dwarf but he was kind and intelligent and never forced me to do anything I did not wish to do. That marriage was arranged by the queen, as he was her brother. Lord Petyr Baelish arranged the second marriage. He said I could be lady of Winterfell."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

The Lannisters and Baratheons. If Robert wanted to emerge triumphant from his rebellion, he would need a family like the Lannisters. They were duplicitous and calculating. It was better to somehow placate them than to face them on the battlefield.

"You should be Lady of Winterfell. It is your birthright! Petyr Baelish is nothing more than ward to the Riverlands!"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Winterfell has been sacked. The Boltons are Wardens of the North now, not Starks. There have been no Starks in Winterfell for years now."

It hurts her to say this but it doesn't make it any less true, unfortunately.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She should have been numb to such things, but the words still struck as deep and sharp as those that came before. The wound bleeding fresh once again. "No matter what the Baratheon Kings might say, Winterfell is our home. The Starks will always be the wardens of the North."

Lyanna frowned, "It was Robert's son that turned against our family?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"His bastard son," Sansa explains. "I suppose you wouldn't know this, they took pains to keep it a secret, but the queen's children are by her brother Jaime. Joffrey wasn't truly Robert's son except in name."

And, yet, Sansa thinks she saw some of the excesses of the king in his son.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

It was inappropriate and cold, but she couldn't suppress her laughter. So much horror and death, so much sadness for her family. The ridiculousness cut through her shock and left her with no other alternative than to laugh. It was a better alternative than hysteria and sorrow.

"Forgive me." She said, regaining her composure. "Robert seems to have terrible luck. Two women that have taken other men. I never thought Cersei Lannister would go against her family's will. The Lannisters seemed united in their house's interest, not their own."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa sighs a bit. "Joffrey was a cruel little beast. I am not sad to know that he is dead and no longer here to terrify and terrorize me."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"What happened to him? Robert's son?" There is a rush of relief in her, knowing she avoided such a fate with him. This monster could have been her son.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Poisoned at his own wedding," Sansa says. She unwittingly had a hand in that, yes, but she won't take credit for it. She had only been a pawn in that particular game.

"I had been betrothed to him, once, though he set me aside once he had my father killed and they married me to his uncle, Tyrion. He married Margaery Tyrell but died before the bedding. Margaery will be married to Tommen, I imagine."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"A Tyrell bride? I see there was some ingenuity in that choice. The Tyrells are wealthy, perhaps more than the Lannisters. They reside over the most prosperous realm." The Lannisters flaunted their wealth, but the Tyrells knew how to wait and use their resources at the best possible time.

"It must have been heartbreaking for you to see your father murdered in such a way. Had Robert not seized the throne, perhaps Ned could have been spared?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I don't know," Sansa says. "I miss him, though. I miss him every single day. He thought...he thought that I was angry at him." Sansa feels so guilty about this, knowing that her father suffered because of her.

"He must have known that I loved him. I loved him so much."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"He knew." She assured Sansa, having the same thoughts as well about her own father. "Ned had always been understanding, I imagine that extends to his children, no matter the arguments."

It wasn't a gesture that she offered many, but Lyanna reached out, embracing her niece.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa is too tall to hug anyone now, really, but she doesn't care. It just feels so good to be wrapped in the arms of someone who truly cares about her, someone who is a Stark and has the same wolf in her blood as Sansa has.

"I'm sorry I was so cross. It's just...men are cruel, Lyanna. I have always been told he stole you."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"I have never been a bearer of great patience. I should have been understanding. I hope you forgive me as well?" She said gently. "You have no reason to apologize, it was Robert's belief, I imagine. I am not surprised they were spread across Westeros."

She sighed, "You have had little reason to think well of men."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Men only want what advantage they can gain over women except, it seems, with my parents and your prince. Otherwise, I have no love for them."

And they, it seems, have had no love for her.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"It is the way of men." Lyanna frowned. "It has always been this way. When I was betrothed to Robert, I knew that I was little more than his possession. Something he coveted. I did not expect love in my marriage."

She smiled, "Sometimes, we are surprised by what the gods have in store."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa shakes her head, a bit sad. "The Gods don't care about Starks anymore, Lyanna. There's hardly any of us left, just myself and Jon, and Jon's only half Stark to begin with. The Gods have made me a Lannister's bride, cloaked in crimson, and now a Bolton's bride complete with flayed skin."

There's a mark on the inside of her thigh where Ramsay had stripped the skin from her for giving him cheek. Sansa had given him more the next day; she's always been a slow learner.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"You have survived through adversity, Sansa. Despite the monstrous men that you were married and the loss of your family, you have endeavored. That is a blessing, though it may not seem so."

It was a small comfort, but there had to be something to come from all of this.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I am steel now, forged from snow," Sansa says, nodding once. She had once been a fool of a girl, full of stories and songs and now she's something wiser and sadder. Still, Tyrion had never been cruel to her and all things told, she is glad that he was her first husband and respected her the way he had.

"Lord Tyrion wasn't so terrible, as husbands go. He demanded nothing of me."