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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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Even though she seems to be looking elsewhere, Abby is aware of the man coming out of the house next door. The sound of the door opening and closing had drawn her attention, making her instantly alert as she waits a heartbeat or two before glancing over.

Studying him as he looks in her direction, she offers a small smile while lifting her hand to wave back at him.

"Hello."

With moleskine still in hand, he ambles over as he pockets the small notebook, his gaze wandering back to the landscape with an appreciative little nod.

"Hell of a view, am I right?" he comments before offering her another affable smile, along with his hand. "I'm Steve, good to know ya."

"It is definitely that." She looks out at the view he is talking about. "Though, honestly, it kind of freaks me out a bit. All that open air in between us and the next place. Just knowing that we're floating around with nothing apparently beneath us..."

Not that they really knew that for certain but hey.

Shifting to her feet when he gets close enough, she reaches to take his hand with a nod. "I'm Abby, it's nice to meet you." This time her smile is a bit warmer, more affable. "I missed you on the boat. Did you just get here?"

For a second, he wonders if this is what Thor sees back home...or if this is even what he sees when he's traveling from his home.

For one more terrible moment, Steve wonders if this vast expanse was what Tony saw when he fell through space...

"Least we're floating." he muses quietly, his expression gone pensive before he shrugs it off and shoots her a rueful grin. "Believe it or not? I've seen stranger stuff back home. Wormholes, aliens, things that'd make you flip your lid. Er...anyway, yeah. Brand new transplant--just like you, I'm guessing?"

"Very true." At least there was that.

Releasing his hand gently, she remains quiet as he tells her that he has seen some pretty strange things back in his world. She thought briefly about the strange and horrible things she saw on a regular basis but she was sure that he didn't want to hear about blood-sucking, killers.

"Yes, I'm a brand new transplant." She brings herself out of her thoughts too, nodding as she motions back at the house behind her. "I've been here just long enough to move in and not much else."

"Same here." Steve admits with a lopsided grin, reaching back to rub the back of his neck before both hands find their way into his pockets. "Thought I'd head out, get a lay of the land since it looks like most things have been provided for by our hosts."

He pauses, regarding her with a newly assessing gaze. She's got a look about her that reminds him of gals like Hill and Romanoff...and his next door neighbor after she dropped the bombshell about her real job.

Someone, in other words, that might be good to have at his back.

"Wouldn't say no a little company." he offers casually, then frowns a little, realizing that maybe he's out of line. "I mean, unless you're waiting for someone--or something, if you're busy--"

Abby considers the arm as she tries to remember the last time anyone had ever done something like that. Or at least offered it without meaning it to be a joke or a smart ass thing. She studies him for a moment before shaking her head and taking a step closer to him. "No, I'm not waiting for anyone."

Which is the truth and so she reaches to take the offered arm, tucking her fingers into the inner crook of his elbow. "Any idea where you would like to go first or do you just want to wander around till something strikes our interest?"

He strikes her interest but she isn't going to say that.

"Well, that's the beauty of a nature walk: no plans. Just go where the wind takes us." Steve replies with a grin as he leads her along when she takes his arm. If there's a little color in his cheeks, he tries to ignore the heat he can feel creeping up.

He's...better with women, but he still doesn't have much more experience than a few conversations and a kiss goodbye.

"So...where you from? If you don't mind me askin', I mean." he offers after a few moments he's...not sure are awkward or not. Maybe it's just him.

Christ, he's bad at this.

"From all over the place." She answers vaguely, glancing over at him to see his reaction to such an answer. "It wasn't unusual to do a lot of traveling for me and the people I worked with."

Just the casual mention of the team causes a hard clench that squeezes around her heart. She decides to counters. "What about you? Where are you from? I mean, before we were brought here."

She doesn't get a reaction, merely a curious, assessing look...one that sees the way her shoulders tense and her expression closes, slamming hard on something that will drown her if it gets out...

It's not obvious. He's just got sharp eyes--and he knows what that look feels like.

"Depends on how far before you're talkin'." he replies, and if she's really listening she might hear that little touch of East Coast in his accent, the promise of one around that dropped consonant. "Originally? Brooklyn. Lately? D.C., and in between?"

He pauses for a long moment, sobering.

"Enough scraps during the War to know those eyes, sweetheart." He offers her a sad, apologetic smile. "I don't mean to pry, I'm sorry. I just...did you serve, too?"

Mostly, she can hide it. Most of the time, people might see the look but they don't ask because they're not sure they want to know the answer. It's just sort of easier to avoid that sort of thing, on both sides.

But every once in awhile she comes across someone who knows the look and who asks about it. Or pushes about it like Blade did. He had made her confront some of what she was feeling but only because he wanted her to use those feelings, that grief, as a weapon and a shield to keep herself strong. Or maybe he had some deep down agenda to make her deal with her issues but she really doesn't think so. He really seemed more like a 'push it down and fight through it' sort of guy than someone who spends a lot of time searching his feelings. She could be wrong though.

"No, I didn't." She shakes her head as she meets the look and sees the sad, apologetic smile. It isn't something she talks about much but it's harder to push down these days. That and she knows King is being open, so maybe it works?

"Not in the way you're thinking." She continues on then. "I didn't serve in the army or anything. I was part of a cell of people that fought a different kind of fight."

She hesitates. "Against vampires."

That makes Steve blink and come up a little short. After a long moment of silence...

"...oh. Wow, that's--damn."

He shakes his head a little, and off her look he smiles. "Aliens, remember? Plus, I sorta work with a Norse god. Helped put his brother down, too."

There's a beat...then a curious, yet dubious look.

"Do they really need to sleep in grave dirt? Like Stoker wrote about?"

"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."

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?"

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."

"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."

"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?"

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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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."

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?"

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.

"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.

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