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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

[otherqualities]

"Under normal circumstances I would offer a more practical demonstration of the pistol's use, but seeing as we are currently engaged with a monster of gargantuan proportion, as well as the lack of knowing each other's names, such an offer might seem odd." This is offered quite conversationally on Elizabeth's part. "Also, it's highly likely I shall indeed run out of bullets forthwith. I'm not sure further expenditure is wise. They need a much higher grade of ammunition for the likes of such a creature."

She looks over. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Forgive me if I sound curt; apparently the custom here is for a lady to introduce herself first. I'm not quite used to it."

Gazing up at the monster, her expression is thoughtful. "I am also not accustomed to others speaking of other worlds, but then this is a most unusual circumstance. But I do indeed find that a well aimed pistol is a marvelous medium for resolution if a myriad of problems." She gives him a grin.

[starkbastard]

Jon blinked at her speech, suddenly reminded how deep was the difference between the noblewomen of the realm and the spearwives he had been around too much: there were no needs to wait for introductions in the Wildling world, and while Jon belonged to the 'kneelers', sometimes the way the freefolk worked made more sense to him. With a small smile, he shook his head:

"There is no need to apologize, my lady. I am neither accustomed to the ways of this world." He stood a little bit straighter, and then bow his head lightly: "I am Jon Snow. The realm I was taken from is called Westeros, in which were the Seven Kingdoms. I come from the North, though I was stationed at the Wall." Perhaps this would make little sense to the young woman, but by the way she was speaking, he could sense that she was of noble birth, and that perhaps more information about the young man she was speaking to might interest her.

[otherqualities]

"Oh. Oh! I'm not nobility, Mr. Snow, I assure you!" Elizabeth is very quick to correct this. "My father is a country squire of good breeding, mind you, but no higher than that. There's no cause to call me 'my lady', Miss Elizabeth, or Miss Bennet, whichever makes you most at ease."

She's not trying to make him uncomfortable. For her, the level of accord she's offering is what is considered casual address. After all, they are fighting a sea monster together. Along with half the island, but still.

"I've never heard of Westeros, but then I suspect that you've never heard of England, either." remarks Elizabeth cheerfully. "Do you have creatures such as this? We have rumors of them, but mostly it's just zombies."

[starkbastard]

"Nay," he said as he shook his head. "England is not a realm I have heard of before, Miss Elizabeth." The words felt strange on his tongue, but if it was the way the young woman wanted to be addressed as, then he would respect her wish.

"There was once dragons in the South, but they died long ago, well before I was born." Tilting his head, he frowned lightly, thinking of the night he had burned his right hand:

"I do not know what zombies are, but we do have the 'Others' beyond the Wall, and their wights too: the dead that they raise to serve them. Only fire dragonglass and Valyrian steel can kill them."

[otherqualities]

"Raising the dead?" Elizabeth is shocked at the very notion. "But whyever would anyone wish to do such a thing purposefully? The dead who rise in England and across Europe do so as the result of a terrible disease, not by the hand of men."

Wights and zombies, it would appear, are effectively the same thing. Isn't it nice to have something in common?

[starkbastard]

"To build an army, for the Long Night. Though White Walkers are not men. They are creatures born out of the depths of Winter, and bring with them death and cold."

Jon gave her a mildly confused look: "A disease brings the dead back to life in your world? How did that come to pass?" It sounded like something no healers from Westeros would treat.

[otherqualities]

"That's horrible, Mr. Snow. I do hope you are able to stave them off and defeat them, provided we eventually return from this place." She looks around, mouth pressed against itself tightly before she answers his question.

"It is most commonly believed to be due to rats carrying diseases from some faraway lands. They climb into ships, you see, pick up illnesses, and then when the ships came home, the rats came with them. Then the rats bit people, and it just got out of control."