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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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Nadia Trevelyan | Dragon Age | 2 (post-Trespasser)

[inquisitorialness]

[ Nadia thought she'd put all this behind her, after dissolving the Inquisition. She was, at least as far as the rest of Thedas knew, retiring. Mostly. As such, she didn't expect to have to be at another party like this, well, ever.

But she knows what these are really for - it's not just about welcoming guests. Or captives disguised as guests, for that matter. It's always, somehow, about politics. About the Game, and Nadia may not have been born and raised to it like some, but she has picked up a few things.

So she watches and listens more than she talks, keeps to the sidelines, and mostly only speaks when spoken to. Approaching her, one might not notice anything unusual, until one gets a good look - only to discover her left arm is gone at the elbow, replaced with a wood-and-metal contraption that she doesn't seem entirely comfortable with, and thus she holds it oddly at her side. ]

[needtobelieve]

[Blackwall isn't really a fan of these types of parties either, so he is keeping to the sidelines too. Mostly he is checking out the building, studying the windows and the art on the wall while keeping half of his attention on the going-ons around him.

He doesn't want to think about the new situation that he has found himself in. It definitely has an effect on the plans he had about redeeming himself. Maybe he could still find a way to do it here.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Nadia doesn't expect a familiar face in this crowd - doesn't let herself hope (or dread? she's not entirely sure which) a meeting with anyone from home. So at the sight of him, she does a bit of a double-take, wondering if perhaps this is some other man, who just happens to look like him - ]

Thom?

[needtobelieve]

[Thom. Right, he was working on being Thom Rainier now. It was still something to get used to too but he doesn't focus on that for long in the face of being reunited with the Inquisitor. Turning to look at her, he finds it easier to breathe as he nods.]

Aye, it's me. It's damn good to see you here. [Though he wonders what the plan is in bringing her, of all people, here. Maybe they need her because of what she accomplished before?] Have you seen anyone else?

[inquisitorialness]

[ That gets a faint smile from her. The sudden knowledge of his presence is somewhat comforting, once she gets right down to it. After all they've been through, she still trusts him. If nothing else, his unwavering belief in her has never done her wrong. ]

None as yet, but who knows if that will change? You?

[needtobelieve]

[It's true, his belief in her has been constant. How can it not be considering everything she has accomplished? Truthfully, he can't believe how anyone would ever doubt her but the world is full of idiots.]

None yet. I was hoping for Sera, to be honest. [He smiles.] But she would probably be getting into trouble instead of being here at the party.

[inquisitorialness]

[ That gets a laugh. ] If Sera is here, she would be finding a way to sabotage the party. I'd expect to hear screams at any moment.

[spirit_or_demon]

[Cole can sense that the Inquisitor is older. There's more of her, and less, than the person he followed through Mythal's temple, though the Eluvian. She is harder, and less bright, marred but no longer marked. He is no longer quite as invisible as he once was, but still his steps are quiet, and he's at her side without fanfare or much warning.]

We won?

[It's part innocent question, part confused utterance. It's difficult to feel what's true.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ The voice startles her, but when has it not? Cole has always been something of a surprising presence, whenever he happens to show up. But not an unwelcome one. ]

Won? [ Won what? She almost wants to ask. Won against Corypheus? Yes, she supposes. Though sometimes it seems that was the easy part. ]

[spirit_or_demon]

Yes. [Cole nods slowly, still puzzled, though it's a little clearer now.]

You're older than I remember. You're more, and the Mark is gone...but you don't sound like victory. Did I miss something?

[A pause, and a strange thought flits across his mind.] Did I die?

[inquisitorialness]

[ She twitches her false arm a little, holding it closer to her body at the mention of the Mark. Is this true? Is he from - an earlier time? She can't quite wrap her head around that, though she can't quite wrap her head around a lot of things about this place. ]

Corypheus is gone - for good, hopefully. [ Well, no sense in beating about the bush. If Cole is telling the truth - and she's never known him to be dishonest - she might as well just accept what he says and explain. ] But that doesn't mean others won't try to complete his work.