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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

[whistlerhunter]

"Right." She nods when he reminds her that he has dealt with some pretty strange things and she can't stop herself from smiling a little. "Well, it might have still been a jump to vampires."

Giving him a sideways glance, she shrugs. "Some might but none I've come across. Truthfully, I never deal with them when they are sleeping. That would be too easy."

[idontlikebullies]

Steve blinks at that, visibly surprised and maybe even a little troubled by that outlook.

"Easy? You're kidding, right?" he replies incredulously. "You...fight vampires, and you're looking for a challenge?"

[whistlerhunter]

Abby comes to a stop, turning to face him slightly as she reads the surprised and somewhat troubled look on his face.

"Well, truthfully, finding them while they are sleeping is nearly impossible since their sleeping places are hidden and usually well protected." She doesn't know why she is bothering to explain. "I was just saying."

[idontlikebullies]

"So were Hydra and Hitler's troops." Steve replied, still looking a little dubious...but losing some of that disbelief. He interpreted it as if he were talking to a civilian...he wasn't.

Not from what he was hearing.

"Thought you said you didn't serve." he mused as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Finding vampires where they sleep...too easy, drill sergeant. You sound like some of the boys I trained with in Basic."

[whistlerhunter]

"Well, I don't serve in the same way you do." She shook her head a little bit, not really comfortable with the idea of putting herself in the same category as him. Not that she really knew what kind of category he fit into but there was just something about him.

"Oh yeah?" She asked then with a small smile of her own. "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

[idontlikebullies]

That earns her a broader, warmer smile...one touched with a hint of sadness.

"Last gal to ask me a question that sounded like that wore a uniform and slugged a fella twice her size for lookin' at her cross eyed. Put him down, too." he replies with a soft laugh, reaching up to rub the side of his nose in a nervous gesture. "I'll admit: I don't have much experience with woman? But what little I've had's taught me never to trust one that can't take me in a fight."

[whistlerhunter]

"That can't?" She looked surprised by this, biting back a smile again as she tilted her head to the side. She had taken out her pony tail earlier, so the soft waves fell over her shoulder as she continued to watch him.

"So you only trust women that can beat you?" Now she was rather open about letting her eyes trail over him from head to toe in assessment. "Because I can't imagine many women, or men, could actually take you."

[idontlikebullies]

"Yeah, well...I didn't always look like this." he replies. Absently, he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet so he can flip it open and pull out a photo, passing it over for her to see: a shot of him during basic training, short and scrawny...taken straight from his file, and given to him by Peggy after he came out of the ice.

One that's clearly about seventy years old.

"That's me before I joined the army."

[whistlerhunter]

"Wow." The soft exclamation escaped her before she could take it back but she really couldn't think of anything else as she studied the picture for a moment. Then she turned it over, glancing at the back and then the front again. She wanted to say that it couldn't possibly be him but it looked exactly like him.

"How..." She offered the picture back. "I mean, that must have been one hell of a workout routine that they gave you."

[idontlikebullies]

Steve laughs at that: flat out, not a polite or sheepish chuckle. He's used to the awe, the hero worship--having to hide his face so he's not recognized in a lot of inconvenient places...

The thread of cynicism in her shocked tone is actually a little bit refreshing.

"It was an experimental project executed by a branch of the government called the SSR." he explains as the laughter fades, still chuckling a little as he starts off. "There was a German scientist that sought asylum during the war, name of Erskine. He developed this serum to create super soldiers. I couldn't get myself enlisted until I met him at the World's Fair...got me into the program, and I was selected to test it out."

He absently rubs the back of his neck, then pats his own chest with a smile as he takes a deep, deliberate breath. It's still not something he takes for granted, the absence of that ever present rattle, the wheezing being gone...

"Suffice to say? It worked out all right."

[whistlerhunter]

Abby looks both confused and maybe a tiny bit concerned by his response because she isn't expecting the laughter. It's enough to make her cant her head to the side again, her lashes fluttering as she tries to process what he is doing and why. She might have even considered taking a step back too but he doesn't seem especially crazy. Not yet.

She remains quiet as he explains then, her eyes flickering down to the picture and then back again. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew Sommerfield had done all the things she had done, she might have told him that she didn't believe him. But she knows these sort of things could happen. They had turned King from a vampire back to human after all.

"Clearly." She replies without thinking, unaware of how the appreciation reads through. She can't help it. He looks good. Really good.

Then she pauses. "Wait, which war?"

[idontlikebullies]

That gets a little bit of a blush out of him, and a visibly embarrassed smile.

In response, Steve hesitates, reaches up to scratch the back of his head in a nervous gesture...then finally holds up two fingers, watching her to gauge how quickly she catches on.

[whistlerhunter]

"Two. The Second World War?" Her eyes dart from his fingers to his face while she tries to process what he is saying. Then she can't help but look wary because, for her, there is only one way a person can be that old but look as young as he does. She stiffens, starting to take a step back after stopping.

She had figured that she would run into a vampire or two but she hadn't expected it this quickly.

[idontlikebullies]

The reaction confuses him at first, but when he remembers the vampires he puts it together and raises a hand in silent reassurance.

"Hey hey hey--I'm human." he replies. "I may be a science experiment, but I'm human. There was an accident during the War, my plane went down somewhere in the Antarctic. The serum they gave me cranked up my metabolism, add the freezing temperatures to that and I survived a lotta years in a big damn block of ice, okay? I don't drink blood, I love the sun--hell, I'm Irish. You'll find me in Church every damn Sunday, lighting a candle for my mom and dad."

[whistlerhunter]

Abby stops again as he quickly moves to explain himself and to reassure her that he isn't a vampire. She won't apologize for her reaction though. It had made sense to make the leap she did but she does look relieved to hear that he is human.

"Wow, that must have sucked." She murmurs as they start to walk again. "When did you thaw out?"

[idontlikebullies]

"Seventy years later." he admits, relaxing when she visibly lets her guard down. Falling back into step beside her, his hands slip into his pockets again as he watches an errant pebble skitter as it connects with the toe of his boot. He focuses on kicking the pebble along the path as they walk and he talks.

"Slept through the turn of the century, bunch of presidents...hemlines skyrocketing." He huffs a little with grim laughter at that and a little shake of his head. "Can't say I mind that one too much. Or the...public conversation about guys and gals that, uh--prefer their own. Glad I woke up to find all that 'don't ask, don't tell' garbage done with. I knew a few boys in basic that might have even lived to see the day they could get hitched. Hope so, anyway."

[whistlerhunter]

Abby tried to imagine what that must have been like for him. To sleep through seventy years of the world changing while you stayed the same. It probably didn't sound that long but she knew how quickly things could change in just a handful of years, so the idea of seventy years seemed almost daunting.

"So how bad was the culture shock when you got back?" She asked, glancing down as he kicked a couple more pebbles down the road. She kicked one too, sending it bouncing down the path and ricocheting over one of his. It sent them both scattering a bit.

[idontlikebullies]

"Pretty bad in some ways...less in others." Steve admits with a little smile, watching as she starts kicking at her own pebble. When he catches up with his, he takes aim and kicks so his pebble collides with hers, scattering it a little off course in a silent, casual game as they walk.

"It's a little crazy, the things most folks think would throw me off." he admits, rubbing the back of his neck and gesturing a little as he talks. "In my world, they were using me to sell war bonds and the like before I finally got a combat position, so...the biggest thing is people caring what I have to say on things that are just common sense, y'know? Political shit like homosexuals, women's rights, race--suffice to say, from what I gather about the present? There's too much stupid for one public consciousness, but for the most part people are still decent. The rest? I'm just enjoying myself, catching up on all the pop culture--say, do you listen to any of that, uh, rock and roll music? I've been listening to a lot of it--pretty amazing, right?"

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