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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

[nott_caine]

"Careful what you offer there. You never know what shady people are lurking around. How do you know you can trust me? I might try and take advantage of you." Seeing how drunk he was, it wouldn't be too difficult. It almost took the challenge away. "You might try getting me a drink first."

She had a long way to go to catch up with him.

[royalunderachiever]

Adrian went to find a drink and, once obtained, pressed it into her hand. "Hopefully the start of making up for being an asshole. There's more where that came from."

It helped that the drinks were free but he wasn't going to argue semantics, not when he felt alive for the first time in a long time.

[nott_caine]

"You're not an asshole. I know assholes." And was technically one herself, but had managed to keep under control for the party. Maybe it was the company or maybe it was the drinks? Either way, it had her smiling.

"I'm Selene."

[royalunderachiever]

"Such a pleasure," he drawled. "And I am an asshole, I'm just a fun one. I operate under the assumption that life should be as decadent and fun as possible. Are you in with me on this or do you think we should have restraint and modesty and all those admirable traits?"

[nott_caine]

"You remind me of someone," she said, grinning genuinely. It was a good memory, despite the glimmers of pain that appeared in her eyes. "Decadence isn't something I partake of very often, unless with the right company. So, I think this night might be a good time to indulge."

She smirked, "I'm not the most elegant lady, just to warn you."

[royalunderachiever]

"I'm not the most perfect gentleman," Adrian offered in exchange. That, at least, was very true. As drunk as he was, Spirit couldn't influence his words and anything he said tonight was just infused with a normal amount of charm and nothing supernatural.

"I think we're going to get along just fine."

[nott_caine]

"There's no such thing." She chuckled, blowing a puff of smoke, angling it over her shoulder. "Most men are scoundrels and rogues. Not that I'm complaining."

She nodded, "I think so too. But I get the feeling your not like other men. There's something about you...different."

[royalunderachiever]

"What kind of different? What are you sensing?" Adrian sensed something different about her too but he didn't want to show his hand and end up left wanting at the end. That was a dangerous thing about being a Moroi in a world full of humans - you had to be careful with yourself.

[nott_caine]

"Your not mortal." She said simply, taking another sip of her drink, calm and collected. It takes one to know one, right? "Call it a special sense of mine."

[royalunderachiever]

"Yes and no," Adrian said, shrugging a little. "I'll live a long time, provided I have what I need, but I can be killed. It's not that hard to do me in, if you know what you're doing."

He flashed his fangs, just slightly. "See what I mean?"

[nott_caine]

She flashed her fangs in return, giving a quirk of her brow in amusement. "I think I have a good idea about what you mean."

Tossing her cigarette on the ground, she added, "Just a hunch, right?"

[royalunderachiever]

"Just a small one," Adrian agreed. "Have you seen any feeders around? Alcohol can only go so far and I'm going to need blood eventually."

[nott_caine]

"Apparently there is a place here where we get willing participants. Blood groupies, I guess. It's probably the first time I've seen someone beg to be bit." Which she would expect in her world, strangely. Her bite brings pleasure, even as it drained them of their life source.

"Kind of them to provide for us."

[royalunderachiever]

"Not so strange," Adrian said, flicking ashes off his cigarette. "I've always had willing feeders. They get something out of it. They get to live the rest of their lives high and wanting for nothing. Not a bad trade, once you get over being someone's food source."

[nott_caine]

"That means having someone always hanging around. I'm not fond of ghouls, as they are known in my world. I just prefer the fly by night feedings. No names, just a quick drain and leaving. Wham, bam, thank you for the blood, ma'am."

[royalunderachiever]

"You don't have to be exclusive," Adrian said, laughing at the concept. "We used to just go to a house where they kept them. Sure, we had our favorites, but doesn't everyone? There's no need for a relationship, anyway."

[nott_caine]

"See, I don't even prefer favorites. Some have a type, I don't like to limit myself. It's just easier not to be so picky." She shrugged. "I save my favorites for vampires. Otherwise, I'm spending all my time with mortals."

[royalunderachiever]

"So what kind of favorites do you have in vampires?" Adrian asked, suddenly a little more interested in what she had to say. He was sobering up a little though, really, that was relative. He was still completely numb to anything Spirit related and that was how he preferred it.

"Care to tell me? I'm a Royal, you know. I have some clout."

[nott_caine]

"A royal? So you're a prince?" She didn't expect his world to be similar to her own. Politics in her universe, while having a prince, was earned through conquest or manipulation. The strongest vampire could be prince. No one else could consider themselves royal. Still, she was curious to hear more about his world.

"I'm fond of charming vampires, someone who can make me laugh. I like rogues."

[royalunderachiever]

"I am, though I hardly ever insist on the title. It's a little overblown," Adrian said. "But my family has been powerful since before we came over from the Old Country. It carries over. Besides, you know. Politics."

Part of being Moroi meant navigating endless mazes and mires of politics and it apparently carried over to other vampires too, since she hadn't seemed shocked.

[nott_caine]

"Old country? Impressive. I thought you had an old world flair. You can always tell." Which fits right in with her. Despite her American accent, she was quite English.

"Vampire politics. We've got that in my world. I tend to try and stay out of it. It's just not my cup of tea."

[royalunderachiever]

"Is it anyone's? It's a whole bunch of squabbling about who gets to wear a crown and have a fancy name," Adrian said, shrugging a little. "It does mean you get to go to some pretty sweet parties, though, and that's always a good thing."

Except, of course, when he had the nagging of responsibilities in the back of his head telling him he had better things to do than party his way through life. There was Jill, and Eddie, and Sydney and the rest. They had meaning that this kind of empty life didn't have.

But they weren't here, were they? Adrian was all alone, as he had been before they came along, and he'd ended up alone in spite of his attempts to change. Might as well go back to drinking.

[nott_caine]

"I suppose so. I'm not much of a 'party girl.' It was never my scene and I've had less reason to enjoy it as time went on. I prefer the simple life." She shrugged.

Drinking was a better past time. There was less hurt in drinking, less complications. Only the drowning of memories and sorrow in the amber liquid. Who couldn't fall in love with it?