TDM!

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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

[hello_mynameis_fu]

Any open wound on him right then was passed off. He looked far worse than he felt with the blood still more or less fresh, bright on the vivid white wifebeater he wore. Even the broken blood vessels in his eye were probably noticeable. Then again, his adrenaline level hadn't quite dissipated in light of the new surroundings.

Give him 15 minutes. It'd catch up to him.

"I meant Blade." King glanced back at her, looking her over without meaning to. He didn't get much of a chance back in the building after they found the daywalker unconscious and Drake dead. "You think it's possible Daystar didn't work? You think he can come back?"

He'll come back to that kitchen thing later.

[knifeofsadness]

If there's one thing she knows about King, it's that he's one resilient son of a bitch. Still, she worries.

"Maybe you could convince him to teach karate at the Y," she comments easily, fighting the smile that wishes to start its ascent over her features, her eyes telling their own silent story even as her lips stay stoic.

Exhaling, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, becoming antsier the closer they draw to shore. Abby doesn't miss his own concerned once over, glad that her teammate isn't slacking on the job even with a tropical island in sight. "Anything's possible when it comes to him. My father always said he was special. Summers would know better..."

Her voice trails and she grows quiet, allowing him the room to stretch his commentary out for some more walking about.

[hello_mynameis_fu]

But he does have his moments regardless of the brave face he puts on and with Abby, King tends to let the mask slip a bit more than he would with others. In other words, that's how far they've come since she found him. Underneath all the random quips and sugar induced shenanigans that made King who he was, there had a tremendous amount of respect for the woman.

"Maybe. You should do it. He likes you better.." King trailed off, reverting his eyes back to the fast approaching floating land mass. A beat. "And I'm not helpless in the kitchen. I can make a pretty mean lasagna."

Never mind the presentation of said dish being limited to dipping plain noodles into a bowl of pasta sauce like one would tortilla chips into salsa.

[knifeofsadness]

"And who's fault is that?" She pitches right back at him, not in an argumentative tone, but one of knowing amusement. King was King, and through that often grating personality was a good man wanting to do the right thing while seemingly trying to do anything he can to slough the credit elsewhere.

It's difficult considering oneself a hero when so many of the good guys die. They have to work in sleeper cells, which explains enough of their situation as hunters.

There's a snort at that. "So mean it fights back," she teases a little more openly, but the majority of her attention still remains on the approaching island.