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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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[If she looks well, it is a lie, but such a gentle lie is no sin when Sansa needs to preserve her standing in the eyes of her friend. She's been tricked and used and she wonders if Margaery would think less of her, knowing she's been played right into Littlefinger and Ramsay Snow's hands. Instead, Sansa reaches for her friend's arm, wanting to feel close to someone once again.]

Come, Margaery, let's go for a walk. I'm not entirely certain I want to go to a party just now but seeing a friend makes my heart just a little lighter than it's been in a long, long while. I just want to pretend that nothing has passed since the last time I saw you in King's Landing and we walked among the roses.

Will you pretend with me for a little while?

[They had both been used and played for fools. Sansa had the luxury of innocence. For Margaery, her downfall had been at her own hands, beaten by the game of her own making. She had no one else to blame and no chance of claiming naivety. Instead, she had been bested by Cersei Lannister. That was a shame in itself.

Anything Sansa told her, it would be met with sympathy and understanding.

She linked her arm with Sansa's, as she had done so long ago in the gardens of King's Landing, just before her marriage to Joffery.]

I will, Sansa. So long as there is a bit more cheer between us than what we had before. No marriages hanging over us, only a pleasant afternoon.

[Sansa smiles and she finds that it comes easier now when it's unbidden, when it isn't something she forces to keep herself safe and keep her mask intact. She thinks there might be something of the little bird left after all and perhaps her song will begin anew.]

I am fair sick of husbands. I think I want to be a widow forever.

[It would be a dangerous thing to say within the walls of King's Landing but here it doesn't seem like there are nearly as many spies. Sansa feels safe enough admitting that to Margaery.]

[That statement alone makes Margaery snort in amusement. After 3, she can agree with the sentiment, despite the continuing thirst for more power. It was an addiction that would never be quelled.]

Perhaps it is different for a husband you choose? Without the strings of Westeros over us, we have an opportunity to spend our days as we wish.

I have no desire to return.

[The confession comes quickly in her mind, spoken aloud without hesitation or fear. It was so simple, but weighted with truth. She could be happier in this place.]

[Sansa laughs too, the soft sort of laugh between friends sharing a secret and she remembers all too well the secrets she shared with Margaery in King's Landing. Marriage to Tyrion and friendship with the future queen had offered her a mantle of protection she hadn't had up until that point. Those had been better days.]

Marriage to Lord Tyrion wasn't so terrible, all told, but the second marriage was horrendous. If I never have to perform my duties for a lord husband again, it will be too soon.

[When Margaery says she does not wish to return, it is as if the sentiment is plucked straight from Sansa's own heart and given life from Margaery's lips. She cannot help but nod along.]

I am tired of the games, Margaery. I am tired of crowns and swords and kings. I just want to be Sansa again.

[This is a side of the story she had not heard. Both Tyrion and Sansa had disappeared, as far as she was aware, they had been together. What happened in the North was unknown to her, as that aspect of Westeros fell by the way side, dominated by the High Sparrow's presence.]

Who did you marry?

[She pauses in her steps, turning to face Sansa. There was something beneath the surface, her friend's face always easy to read, even when she tried so desperately to lie. It was a gift that Margaery hated to employ towards Sansa, but one she was grateful for now. Something had happened, it was obvious.]

I have nothing to return to. Only death, but I have been spared of it.

[Sansa has not told this to anyone because, truly, who had there been to tell? There had been no comfort within the walls of Winterfell and anyone she might have confided in was certain to become Ramsay's next plaything. She swallows a bit and steels herself for the reaction she's certain to get, telling such a thing. Margaery might not think so kindly of her if she knows.]

They married me to Lord Bolton's legitimized bastard, Ramsay. He...he used me very ill. I only just escaped with something of me left.

[Sansa doesn't know how much longer she could have survived it, knowing that each day brought more and more pain. She's glad to have come to this place where it seems the Iron Throne doesn't have a hold on her any longer.]

[She stared in amazement. Sansa had managed to escape one monster, Joffery, but was placed in the arms of another. It made her heart sink. There had been hope that when Sansa had fled King's Landing, that she had gone somewhere safer and happier, perhaps with Tyrion. The two of them had gotten along well enough, despite her feelings towards his family.

That she had been married to the Bolton bastard, the family that had betrayed hers, it made Margaery sick.]

I'm so sorry. I wish I had known. Who placed you in the Bolton's grasp?

[Sansa dips her head a bit, ashamed at how naive she'd been. She's no player in the game, that is for certain, and it has been to her detriment.]

Lord Baelish. He claimed he was going to give me Winterfell, that I wouldn't be harmed. He lied.

He's a deceptive snake. I wish I had known his involvement with my family in their plots towards Joffery.

I would have protected you, I hope you believe that.

[Sansa nods. This, she trusts. The Rose of Highgarden has thorns, yes, but she's never shown that to her.]

You are a gracious and gentle queen, your Grace. I am proud to be your friend.

You don't need to call me 'your grace' here. I'm not queen, wherever we are.

I'm not even certain that title holds any meaning anymore. It didn't protect me in Westeros.

You will always be a queen to me, Margaery, and even more than that - you're my friend. But if you would rather me not call you by your style, I am happy to refer to you simply as a friend.

[Sansa smiles a bit but it's the smile of sharing a secret. It's been a long while since she's had cause to smile like this.]

Did you truly want to marry me to Loras or was that just something to say?

[She smiled, touched by the sentiment. Despite her hardship, she would always want to be a queen. Her need for power would never be quelled, no matter the troubles she faced in Westeros.]

I did want you to marry Loras. I had hoped to protect you from Cersei, as it was clear that she wouldn't spare you from her son. But when Tyrion was offered instead, I thought him a better match.

Loras...he is not the man that you imagine him to be. [She loved her brother, but Sansa would have been heartbroken at the reality of his desires.]

[Sansa frowns a bit. Loras not the man he seemed? He was a knight, and kind, and Sansa thinks that he was what he seemed upon the surface.]

Loras wouldn't have been cruel to me, I don't believe that. Loras could not possibly be duplicitous. How in the seven could Tyrion be a better match than Loras?

[She couldn't imagine Sansa ever having encountered someone like Loras. It's not something that people ever discuss. It was denied and ignored by her family, despite their acceptance of Loras' predilections. They protected him, but they expected him to serve the family.

It was far different than what the Starks seemed to represent.]

Sansa, there are some men that...are not moved to desire by the sight of a woman. Tyrion would have loved you as a woman. Loras...his passions were not so...similar to Tyrion's.

[Sansa blushes. Perhaps she is a maid flowered and a woman wedded and bedded but there are a great many things she doesn't know about the doings of men and women. This is clearly one of them.]

But...surely the rumors could not have been true. You were Renly's queen! How could King Renly have dishonored you with your own brother, Margaery?

[She smiles softly.]

Ours was a political marriage, not one of love. So long as I was his Queen, he could rely on my family's resources and army. I would be granted the title of his consort. It was mutually beneficial.

It doesn't matter to me if there is another lover, so long as my position is secure. I love my brother and I would die to protect him.

[Sansa looks away, the blush still staining her cheeks. She knows that marriages aren't meant to have love in them, at this point, but she wants what her parents had. She wants to be loved.]

No marriage is made of love, I think. I don't know why my parents were so lucky. Is it so terrible to want someone to kiss me, to speak kindly to me, to cherish me? That is all I ask. He doesn't have to be handsome. He just has to be kind.

[She doesn't want to ruin Sansa's dreams. It was natural that she long for something that she had seen her parents share, but their life wasn't a fairy story. It was a brutal reality.]

Love may not exist, but respect and affection can. I believe you can find that kindness, but you must be willing for it to come in strange places. Tyrion was kind to you.

[Sansa nods. She had been cruel to Tyrion, in a way, and she hated it. He did so much to protect her from his family.]

I owe Tyrion an apology. I was a child then and I am a woman grown now.

He's safe, if it eases your conscience.

He escaped somehow, but I don't know where he is.

It eases my mind more than you could know. I know he didn't kill Joffrey. He wouldn't. He wouldn't slay his own kin, even if that kin was a deplorable little beast. Tyrion was a good man.

What happened to him, I was sorry to see, but Cersei sought a culprit. It seemed Tywin was just as eager to blame Tyrion. He was put to trial, but demanded a trial by combat.

Prince Oberyn offered to be his champion, but lost his life in the process. During the night, somehow, Tyrion was spirited from the prisons. He and Varys went missing.

[Sansa shakes her head. And she'd missed it, by going with Baelish.]

They would have saved me, I imagine. They would have kept me safe.

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