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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]

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."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"No? He was gentle to you? Rather remarkable. I had heard the Lannisters are hard and ferocious creatures, only interested in their own interests. Greedy and jealous of any others that might surpass them." They had even gone so far as try to marry Cersei to Rhaegar.

"He was not like his father?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Tyrion is loyal," Sansa says, thinking about her first husband for a moment. "He's generous to those he cares about. He...he promised he would never, ever bed me until I wanted it and if I never wanted it, he would never bed me at all."

She lowers her voice a bit. "He even stopped going to brothels."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"He never bedded you? Not even on your wedding night?" It was the strangest thing she had ever heard. No man had ever made such a gesture. To unite the households, the marriage must be consummated. Did he not fear never having an heir?

"Was his family accepting of this?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa blushes a little. "He never bedded me, Lyanna. He protected me from his family. Lord Tywin ordered him to give me an heir and he simply refused. There is more to him than there seems, I assure you of that."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Then he is a man deserving of a gentle, beautiful woman. It seems as though he can truly cherish her, and I would hope my niece find such a man." She said, grinning at her. "What happened that separated you?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Joffrey's death. I left King's Landing and went to the Eyrie and Gods only know what happened to Tyrion. There was to be a trial by combat but...he escaped, somehow. I do not know if he lives," Sansa admits.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"After that, you were wed to the Bolton boy?" She asked, knowing the answer. "Your brother, Jon Snow, did you not write to him during any of this?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I couldn't, he was on the Wall," Sansa says. "It could have been intercepted and he could...he couldn't have come anyway. He couldn't have forsaken his vows for me. He couldn't forsake them for anyone."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She nodded, not wishing to trouble Sansa any further. Again, she enfolded her niece in her arms, showing her the comfort that had been denied to her for so long. "You're safe now. This place has taken you away from those that harmed you."