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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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It was a funny thing knowing when you're about to die. Standing on the edge of the boat she now found herself on, Anna considered what she figured had been her final moments before Michael showed up to stop her from her task. She had thought she was right, justified even, in her decisions. The one she had made about killing Sam Winchester hadn't been an easy decision to make, especially not with knowing how it would affect Dean, but it was easy when compared to what it would accomplish. Killing Sam would have saved the world but now they were all damned. All because her brother wanted to follow his fate.

Closing her eyes, she replayed the last few seconds before Michael placed his hand on her. She wanted to believe that she had seen a hint of regret in his eyes before he had done so but she knew better. Michael would barely bat an eyelash when it came to killing her. It wasn't a particularly stunning realization but there was still an ache in the center of her chest as she thought about it.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the lands before her as the ship drew to a stop at the docks. She had no idea where she was but she suspected it wasn't Heaven. It certainly didn't look like Hell either. No, she was sure Lucifer would be there to taunt her if it was Hell. Or maybe torture her for being another Fallen but evading becoming a demon by regaining her Grace.

Moving forward, she walked down the steps onto the docks and paused again as she noticed people handing out maps as well as a phone like device. She frowned because it was unusual. Why would she need these things in whatever afterlife this was? Still, she retrieved the items and then moved on without asking what was going on. It wasn't like she would trust whatever they had to say. No, she was resourceful. She would figure this out on her own.

It takes Gabriel a little time to sense her due to being a little, uh, preoccupied, but once she starts moving around the islands, she becomes more noticeable to his awareness. He has no idea when or where she's from, but time to find out.

"Hey, sis," he says, leaning against a lamp post with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets and tossing his head slightly to get some hair that decided it needed to be in his eyes out of the way. "Imagine meeting you here."

She senses the rush of power seconds before she hears the casual greeting that has her stiffening in response as she turns to face him. Briefly, she looks surprised to see the source but she still doesn't relax quite yet. She had only really felt safe revealing herself to one person and look how well that turned out.

"Gabriel." She lifts her chin slightly as she keeps her gaze steady on him. "I would say it's a surprise but I don't know where we are. Maybe it's not really a surprise to you."

In other words, maybe she was meant to be sent to him?

Gabriel raises an eyebrow at her reaction. That's... huh. There's a story behind that, he's betting. "We've been dropped somewhere called Medietas. Don't piss off the island unless you want to be human for a few days."

He may be speaking from experience. Just a tiny bit. With sulking in a bar and Jo keeping his drink topped up.

"Being human isn't such a bad thing." She tells him without even really thinking about it. She would give anything to go back to being human but that isn't an option anymore.

"What is this place?" She wonders if he will be honest with her. "And why are you here?"

"It's someplace that's been pulling in people from different universes and times." He surveys her for a moment to work out when she was from. "Looks like you're from a bit earlier than I am. The residents don't entirely know why they've been getting to have an influx of new people. The people in the castle might know, but they stay holed up in there pretty much."

"As for me..." He shrugs. "Got grabbed while buying the Winchesters time to get the hell away from Lucifer. Rather good timing, actually."

Considering he would have been dead otherwise. Hurry for inter-dimensional kidnapping.

Anna looks briefly confused when he states that she looks like she is from earlier than he is and she glances down at herself to see if she can understand what he means. It really isn't that hard though, especially considering she is right fresh from jumping through time.

She looks up sharply at both the mention of the Winchesters and Lucifer. "So no one has stopped him yet?"

"I gave the boys a backup plan for if things went, uh, badly for me. For the record, they did. Sam get here from after me and he says it worked." Gabriel shifts in place a little. "Lucifer's back in the Cage. Michael got dropped in too, while they were at it."

"Good." She says it unapologetically before wincing. "I meant Michael getting dropped in. Not the part about you."

She gives a soft sigh as she moves closer to touch his arm. A small sign of...something. "You didn't deserve for things to go badly for you. I had always hoped that you would get to stay away."

"That would have required our family mess not getting everywhere," Gabriel points out drily, even as he shifts to wrap an arm around her. "Along with the boys--mostly Dean--not sussing out what I actually was. I got the drop on Castiel way too easily to not be an angel in their thinking. Half-throttling Dean after comments he made about Michael and Lucifer didn't help with the 'nope, totally not an angel' thing I had going either."

Oh well. At least it meant the Apocalypse got averted before there could be any more casualties, both human and angel.

"You know that would have been impossible." It feels like the design of the whole universe was to have their family mess spreading everywhere, infecting everything good like a disease. Seeing how it has all turned out hurts and she knows that is something Gabriel will understand.

She shifts closer as he wraps an arm around her. An act that earns him a genuine smile because it's nice to have someone, at least one person, not looking at her like...well, like she's Lucifer. Or worse than.

There was a vague flicker of something when he mentions Dean but she brushes it aside. She merely purses her lips. "You should have just ran in the other direction. Getting involved with them....it doesn't well."

"Yeah, well, apparently I'm not that smart," he says wryly. "Which is probably just as well. Things needed doing that wouldn't have gotten done if I kept my distance."

Then he sighs quietly. "I take it something happened to you where those two are involved?"

"It seems we are all of us definitely bound to a new land, eh?"

And the voice, low, gentle, and warm, came from a woman in her elder prime, wearing a gown of old fabric, but rich, nonetheless, and leaning on a staff, one gnarled, bent, and golden as only some oaks can be. Merlin smiled and waved a hand in a salute.

"Greetings, milady, and welcome to Medietas." She too had a map, and a phone, floating near her, to one side, and paid them no attention.

Anna turned to look at the older woman with a curious expression on her face. She wondered who the woman was, briefly entertaining the idea that maybe it was her Father or one of her siblings in another form. It was enough to keep her somewhat suspicious as she nodded.

"It seems like we are." She pressed her lips as she glanced around. "What is this place?"

Merlin noted the look and smiled. "It seems, in all due honesty, to be a big fat mystery. I am just bouncy to start digging into it, and see what it's hiding in its guts. Something juicy I would think, milady."

She nodded, eyes swinging to the castle in the distance, then the civilian welcomes near by. "In truth. I am quite sure there is much we haven't been told. Someone has assembled quite possibly the oddest group of people it has ever been my pleasure to witness." She shook her head this time. "And no one expends this much power unless they want something."

Anna gave a strange little look at the way the woman described wanting to get into the thick of things and figure out what was going on. She was curious too but she wasn't sure she would have put it quite like that. "I'm sure it will be interesting."

Her eyes flickered to the castle as well, trying to sense something, anything, about it but there was a buzz of energy all over the place. It almost made it hard to focus. Or maybe that was left over from Michael killing her. Who knew.

"Odd how?" She asked, looking back.

"Angels, humans, werewolves, aliens, people from all times and universes, and far stranger people than that." Her smile was lopsided, and curious. She had been around a long time, and this one sounded interesting.

This place was an odd one, for sure, but she had a feeling this lady would fit in. Her eyes shimmered golden, the gold of something almost... holy.

"And you? Welcome to the strange."

Jo's not positive she could break down exactly why she's on the docks today. The last month hasn't been amazing, and it hasn't been terrible. It's just new, and as much as that fucking sucks, and it fucking sucks a lot, especially given all it's taken from her, again, she's good at surviving. Too good, as Rachel pointed out several times during....that. So good at she only breaks from it, when she breaks entirely.

But there's going to be a lot more lost people again, and somehow, she found herself at the far edge of the docks, watching them mill out of those still familiar boats, with their still familiar deck crews, out into the hands of the still familiar crew to give them maps, houses, and communication devices. Familiar, familiar, familiar, and then a familiar flash of red hair.

Or maybe. Maybe it's not the hair. Fuck knows.

It could be the height. The posture. Hold of her shoulders. The tilt of her head. The shift of her eyes.

"Anna?" The name stumbles out of her mouth with a familiarity that guts her. A fist landing in her gut, or a shotgun blast. Not a month old and still the same, but the better part of more than half a decade old and still the same. And before she knows it Jo's not leaning on a dock post anymore. She's shoving through people, without apologies, all but running, looking for that face, and trying to tell herself, but she can't listen.

Anna looks up at the sound of her name and the breathless way it's being said. She looks through the crowd until she spots the blonde who is staring at her like she is a ghost. The only problem is that she doesn't know who the girl is. She only knows that this stranger is barreling towards her, causing her to take a step back as she holds up one hand slightly.

"Who are you?" She asks with a frown. Maybe it was one of Michael's followers. Maybe he hadn't actually killed her but sent her somewhere? No, that doesn't make sense because what Michael did felt a lot like dying.

Jo stops short of getting there. Short of getting through the last group of people in between them entirely. Short of that stumble back, hand raised at, wardingly, her, and the deep, unflinching, unwavering understanding of just what could be done by her with a single hand. Word. Choice. With an expression that is confusion bending itself lightning fast to dangerous suspicion and deadly self-defense. Jo knows too well. That face.

That has never more than once or twice looked at her like this.

Only at the very beginning, when she wasn't sure yet.

If she could trust Jo, the hunter, as an Angel, the same way she'd trusted Jo, the bartender at The End of the Universe, as a human girl.

Because she doesn't. Doesn't trust Jo. Doesn't know Jo.

Not here. Not now. Not looking at her like this. Like she's the next attacker sent by Heaven or Hell, or whatever the hell in-between that it might be, wherever, whenever she was pulled from. It's Sam, and Jess, and Mary, and Dean, all over again. Except it's like she's been shot. Like she can't remember how to breathe in at all suddenly.

Or to speak. It's just no. Just. No, no, no, no. Not Anna, too.

There is something in the way that the blonde is looking at her. Like somehow Anna had just wounded her right to the quick by not knowing who she is. It's such a strange reaction and it leaves Anna blinking at her as she drops her hand back to her side again.

Why does she almost feel guilty despite the fact that she has no idea who this is?

"Who are you?" She asks again, making her voice firm. "Who sent you and where I am?"

Jo doesn't want to do this. It's very suddenly the very last place she even wants to be. Sand in her throat, needles piercing in at the back of her eyes. But she doesn't run. She doesn't run away from the worst of the black, and this is -- No. She doesn't run and she doesn't even step back.

Makes herself move forward, through the space clearing between them, people clearing off from other obviously talking to each other, while they went seeking for whatever answers they could find here, somewhere, too. Toward the absolution of that coldly formal demand.

Who are you? she'd asked. It stuck, stayed, even when she added more to it.

"No one sent me." Jo made herself use her voice. "And--" She looks at the crowd, because she can't look at Anna. She won't run, but she has to look away. (Somewhere, outside of time, at the end of space, a little girl is singing so loudly no one in the bar can miss it.)

"There're a lot of names, but no one really know where this is compared to anyone who is asking. Not home. Not wherever you just were. Just here. On some islands in the sky."

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