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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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Re: Dean Winchester | Supernatural | New arrival

[tobeclosetohim]

It's been a long fucking day already okay. There are only so many times you can have that conversation on the docks before the docks is the last fucking place you want to be. Because it's only more true every time, right. Not home. Not Milliways. Not Shatter. Sure. She's accepted that enough. The job. The notes. The planning. The stocking piling.

Which is why Jo is leaving the docks right now. In a hurry. Because she's done with this for the day. If there are more of them everyone else can handle them. Someone else can warn them before they find her on Mundus, or in the Flagon. Which is where she's going. Anyone else, the idea of heading straight for the place with all the alcohol would probably be the wrong answer, but they just covered that all morning, didn't they.

She's not anyone else.




She's not even supposed to be herself according to most of them. Again.
At least she can let herself get lost in doing the job she knows second best.

[huntsdemons]

As Dean was leaving the docks he was looking down at the map in his hands and not where he was going so much. He bumped into a body and looked up sharply to apologize when his words died in his throat. He stood looking down at the beautiful blond in his path speechless for several long seconds. His breathing got shallow and his eyes misted up noticeably but no tears fell. He tried to speak once and failed before finally getting a single word out. "Jo?" Disbelief clouded his tone and his arms twitched. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to make sure she was real. The last time he'd seen her she'd been waiting to die in a convenience store from a Hellhound wound and intending on taking the bastards with her.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Watch out, already!" Had already snapped out of her mouth, even as she bounced back and was looking up again.

At Dean. Heart already lodging somewhere higher than her throat as the first reactions was to just let it keep going. To bodily drag him from the crowd, while swearing, and explain everything horrible --and painfully good-- about everything that just happened. Bobby, and Anna. Because he knew them, too. Except. Except he's looking at her like they did. Shock with a side of dangerous training in reaction in those eyes. Something wet. Which just changes her reaction as it catches it up, even in the half second.

Heart above her head, heart below her feet, and a sizzle of anger that just makes her want to deck him. Again. Because he's here, and he's here, and he's here. But he's not. And she doesn't know if she can do this again. With him. She can't do this. But she can, she has to. It's not like it's another year in hell. In that bed. (Whatever god was here should fuck himself with a broken glass dildo, that face felt almost worse.)

She didn't take a breath in. When had she ever done these thing insane, rational order.

Her shoulders just dropped a faint half inch as she said, "Yeah. It's me."





She was going to figure out what she was allowed to beat or break tonight, and beat or break the fucking hell out of it tonight.

[huntsdemons]

Dean hesitated for a moment before reaching out towards her. "You're alive...you look good, Jo. Really good. How are you doing? What are you doing here? I ran into Bobby and Gabriel already but they didn't say you were here. Is anyone else around I would know?" Dean asked all in a rush. He honestly had no idea to process everything that was happening. He was so overwhelmed and just dumbfounded by the presence of so many people he'd lost. If it weren't for the smell and the fact he'd already been there, he'd think he was in Heaven.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's eyes moved too much, between his face, as his voice kept suddenly silencing the noise of the new crowd and the whole city that wouldn't be silent for weeks, and his hand, because he'd hesitated and then reached toward her, and she couldn't even tell what her body did. There was a shiver that ran down her that seemed equal parts urge to step closer and step away, except both reasons just hurt, and he was still talking.

(When the fuck was the last time she'd seen him? Had she decided? Before the upstate hunt? After the last time she and Rachel went to the Farm?)

She had to look away, even if maybe that felt like taking a damn bullet. "Yeah." It's too weak, almost lost in the white noise.

Jo made it happened, again, stronger. "Yeah." She reached up and rubbed her neck. "Sam's here. He's kind of rough."

Because. Yes. Sam. Sam and Dean. Winchester Boys. Winchester Brothers. Totally better topic than not being dead and no one even mentioned her. Totally the more important topic even. Sam and Hell and how the Winchesters went together more than peanut butter & jelly even, and Dean had bigger things to think about, that would totally need more focus and maybe get him to forget figuring out what he was doing with that hand, so she could.

[huntsdemons]

Dean nodded to her and offered her a kind if slightly watery smile. It had been years and it really was so wonderful to see her alive and thriving. "Would you help me find him? Gabriel wasn't very helpful in the looking up people I might know department." Dean said softly. "And if Sam is looking rough maybe I can help a bit. We always were better together then apart."

It was hard for him, talking to her like this when all he wanted to do was hug her close and never let her go. A part of him died that day when he'd lost her and Ellen. She'd been like a mother to him in the absence of his own. Jody was doing okay in that regard now but she was a bit too close to his own age to really be super effective.

[tobeclosetohim]

"He's either at the house--" Her house. Their house. The house, singular. It amends in her head, unable to change when she's still speaking. Still on the same sentence she'd been on. Words were bothersome around him. How hadn't that changed. "--or he's at the Flagon. But I don't think he has a shift today."

He didn't mention it. Not that they were anything like bosom buddies because Jo decided that fresh from hell deserved not being alone. Which. Actually, it's why she doesn't walk and why she ends up looking back up at his face, whether that's a brilliant idea of not. She can shove through her own shit. The riot parade in her chest could just be stomped on until it soured into silence. Sam deserved better, and Dean deserved to know before he got there.

Which means starting from the top. Being logical about it. She could that that, right.

"When are you from? What year was it before you woke up on the boat?"

[huntsdemons]

Dean had no idea just how hard this was for Jo. He knew how hard it was for him but he was hoping it wasn't like that for her. Of course...having Sam come in from Hell...well she probably knew she didn't make it in their world. Still he wasn't going to be the one to mention that, because ouch.

Dean nodded his head at the information she relayed and made a mental note. "Is that on Mundus? That's where the map put me and I'd hate to be too far from Sam and you."

The of course she had to ask. She just had to ask from when he came. He could lie..but she would see right through him. Harvell women were exceptionally good at reading through Winchester bullshit.

"Uh...2016 actually..." He answered hesitantly. He was kind of hoping no one would ask him that question outside of Gabriel.

[tobeclosetohim]

She's surprised, but in the same way that she isn't. Somehow it still feels like a blow. Even expecting anything but what she wants to hear. He's further on down the line than he had been in the Apocalypse. They both were. All of them were. Well, Sam wasn't except by a degree, and Bobby with him. But that put them on the same parallel, which was probably better not thought about.

"He's not." Jo stayed on topic, at least for her words. "He's from a lot earlier than that, and--" Because it's better if she just says these things and can't be asked why she didn't, if that where they have to head. "--he's been with me. We arrived on the same day and he wasn't really in any state to be left--" Jo gave a wince, lips pressed and shrugging, watching what she knew would always catch up with her, do just that. "--you know, alone."

It wasn't even so much the first day as the first night.
The week after that. Sleep wasn't all that easy on him. Or her at that point.

[huntsdemons]

"Thank you for helping him, Jo. Thanks for taking him in and making sure he was okay. I don't think I could ever thank you enough for that." Dean said honestly to her. He was a bit shellshocked still with everything going on, but knowing Sam was in good hands went a long way to easing some of his apprehension. He wasn't about to ask to stay with them, obviously, even if he wanted too. He just hoped he wasn't too far away from them. That would blow so much.