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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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[theladyofwinterfell]

"Sansa, of House Stark. Born at Winterfell, though I am far from there it seems. It is my pleasure to meet a lady of Baghdad."

Sansa did not know where that place was but she does know a proper lady when she sees one and does fealty to the same. Like can recognize like.

[aster_planetes]

"In Baghdad, I am also far from my homelands, though not as far as I am here." She glances around the space, and then her gaze drifts along to the skyline. Skyline, when they are so far above what she presumes is the ground. "My people live on the steppes, not cities, but I've spent years in them." To the point where, last time she went home to a gathering of the clans, she was known as Roshanak Baghdadi - Roshanak, who comes from Baghdad.

"None of them are like this, though. And, it is a pleasure likewise to meet a lady from another place."

Strictly speaking, Roshanak is not a lady. Her people do not really have the concept, but her mother is a blacksmith and of high respect, so she accepts the cultural translation. It eases the way, a lot of the time. But she grew up harder than others who bear that title, and it's that which makes her look at the girl again.

"Are your lodgings to your liking?"

Roshanak can look after herself: not all can.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"They suit, well enough. They are not drafty like a castle, so in that, I am very lucky. I am sick of castles in winter."

She had especially been sick of the Eyrie, high in the mountains and isolated from everything. At least Winterfell had been her home even if Ramsay had twisted that and stolen it from her.

"Here, at least, the houses are warm and they take care of us. There's little more I could ask for."

[aster_planetes]

Roshanak grimaces, a little, at the reminder. "You will find no argument with me there. If cities have so many wonderful things, they are yet to rival a sturdy tent for warmth in winter."

At least, not where the students have their lodgings.

"But for a city in the clouds, I'd have expected it to be far windier."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Right? I thought only I thought of such trivial things." Sansa laughs. Perhaps she has spent too much time with Lord Tyrion if her mind goes to the practicality of things and how they work.

"I did wonder the same, though. It's a lovely place even if parts of it don't make any sense at all."

[aster_planetes]

"There is very little that's trivial," Roshanak declares. "Even if it it is only of interest to one person, it is still worthy of interest."

A touch defensive? Maybe. Roshanak has a mind that is frequently wilful, and can spend hours, if not days or weeks, contemplating what is interesting to her only to have someone else declare it trivial.

But if everyone only concentrated on the merely practical, it would be a terribly dull world, in her opinion.

"There is most likely a story attached to the construction of this place. There often is. People who possess the kind of power to build islands in the sky can have their whims, as well. Why not divide up a land thus?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I am not one to question things, normally, but an...acquaintance of mine, shall we say, would be happy to discuss things until he was blue in the face. He is quite a scholar. I should have learned more from him when I had the chance."

Tyrion would quite like this place, Sansa thinks. As it is, she will have to catalog it and learn it and remember everything to describe it to him later, if she ever has the chance to see her long-lost husband again.

[aster_planetes]

"Ah, well, I suppose I should come clean, and say that I am a scholar, and so question everything. And discuss it, and debate it, and then do it all again tomorrow."

It's fun!

At least, Roshanak thinks so, which is why she is in the House of Wisdom and her sister has remained on the steppes, the two fondly exchanging letters and perfectly happy at where they are.

"If you can create anything, or change something like this, have the magic to support it, well. I actually find it far more logical that it does not obey the laws of nature and sensible architecture completely."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa laughs. "It's true, I think it makes entirely more sense if you throw out any rules of logic whatsoever. My home...it is a castle deep in northern snows but there is heated water that flows through pipes through all the walls. In this way, it is still warm. I suppose this place might have some sort of ingenuity keeping it running the same as Winterfell does."

[aster_planetes]

"I find people are also creatures of habit, and we create what is familiar to us. Maybe the architects liked buildings too much to do with out, or thought that streets lend a place a certain solidity.

Even if they are floating."

Still, she brightens at the description of Sansa's home.

"Oh, but that does sound ingenious. No magic, just engineering?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa nods in agreement. "Yes, engineering. Some old Stark long ago devised it since our home is so cold in winter. I think we must have all frozen half to death before that point but hundreds of years later, I'm grateful for it. It makes things so much more pleasant."

[aster_planetes]

"That is marvellous," Roshanak says. "I have little head for engineering myself, although I have tried, so I have nothing but admiration for those who can invent and perfect such things.

Particularly something that has lasted so long as that."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I wish I could recreate it. Sadly, I can only describe it and I am certain I do not do it any justice."

Sansa tips her head up and appraises the skyline, the way the buildings are formed here and the way the islands float. "Do you think we might learn the mysteries of this place someday?"

[aster_planetes]

"Maybe, maybe not. I've heard many a lauded poet entirely fail to do justice to a rose, while the gardener's five year old untutored daughter could move you to tears over the same."

Sincerity speaks for a lot, in Roshanak's view. Poets are to be praised, for sure - her people are nomads and only recently come to writing and reading at that - but far too many people doubt themselves and their words. It's not their place to describe, or somesuch nonsense.

"I think it likely we'll learn some. Otherwise, why were we brought here?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I love poetry," Sansa says, eyes going soft and voice going light. It's been a long time since she's had occasion to sing or recite anything but even still, she cannot deny the love she holds for it in her heart.

"I have never crafted it myself, unfortunately, though I have sung it and recited it for my septas. I love the way men can make words turn into art. It's something I would never be able to do."

[aster_planetes]

Roshanak cocks her head. It is not a very human gesture, and there is a vague suspicion of her ears pricking up, turning towards Sansa, even though they can do no such while in this form.

"Lady Sansa," Roshanak says, solemnly and curiously, "if you have never tried, than how would you know?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa colors a bit, unsure of how to answer that. She had a point, really, that if she's never tried something she wouldn't know if she could do it or not. And yet...

"Ladies aren't minstrels or poets. It's just...we simply aren't. Not in Westeros, anyway."

[aster_planetes]

She turns that over in her mind, and over and over again. She does not, in matter of fact, talk to many highly-ranking human women, but she has talked to some, and she knows from their fathers and brothers and betrothed what characteristics are valued.

"It is different, in Baghdad," Roshanak says at last. "It's a mark of refinement for the human ladies and princesses to be able to tell stories well. Both reciting, and crafting their own versions of the tales."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa's eyes brighten a bit and she feels a flush rise in her cheeks. Tell her own stories, instead of singing the tales of maidens long dead who were done wrong by their lovers? That would be amazing.

"Truly? In your city I could craft my own stories and sing my own songs?"

[aster_planetes]

"In all the lands of Persia, yes," Roshanak says, her own dark eyes brightening as she warms to the subject. "One of the greatest of our queens, the Sultana Scheherazade, she saved all the girls in the kingdom by telling stories night after night. Tales already known, in some cases, but it was her own skill at crafting that allowed her to triumph.

Ever since then, a woman's art of words and stories has been highly valued, even more than before her time."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"That sounds...absolutely amazing," Sansa says, a bit wonderstruck at the thought of it. She loves the idea of women crafting tales and songs of their own instead of singing the ones written by men.

"Your Persia sounds lovely indeed."