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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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Alric chuckles lightly at her trite retort, stopping himself short of complimenting her on that neck, although he glances briefly, as though she'd prompted him; he instead raises his eyebrows at that unexpected answer to his question. He doesn't appear to be troubled, at least, by it; to the contrary, if anything, he seems rather intrigued, particularly when she admits herself how unusual it sounds. It would have been rather peculiar in his homeland, as well, but he had always been relatively comfortable with the peculiar.

"...indeed...? Well. I don't wish to presume, of course, but as it happens, I did serve for a short time as an assistant instructor at my grandfather's fencing school. It would surely be an honor, if I could provide any service, in that respect. ...as to propriety, I can think of nothing more proper than making every reasonable effort to ensure the lady's safety and security."

"I was told, as a girl, that my lord husband would always see to my safety. Sometimes one has to fear the lord husband and not others outside the marriage," Sansa says wryly.

"It is for this reason that I should want to learn to wield a sword or a dagger, that I might be able to protect myself should the occasion present itself."

Alric pauses a moment at that. Of course, she's not wrong. He knows as well as anyone how brutish certain of the nobility (perhaps less deserving of that term) can be, and it's no great stretch of the imagination to fathom how much worse the wife's position in such circumstances could be. Even so, he smiles politely--it is, after all, a matter of courtesy to sustain a pleasant demeanor, and she clearly doesn't have any need of his outrage--but his attitude does grow a touch more pensive.

"...mm. Well. A good husband certainly should do as you were told... ...but, ah... a dagger, or another knife, is certainly more... subtle than a sword. Although not all situations call for subtlety, as I've no doubt you perceive, yourself."

Sansa nods in agreement. "Subtle is best, I'm afraid. I am not experienced in the martial arts and I am afraid I will be terrible at them. It's not the same as dancing, or so I've come to understand."

She pauses for a moment. "But I would like, very much, to know how to protect myself."

"Well, the offer stands, of course, Lady Stark. ...and... while there are some shared features, no, not entirely the same as dancing."

He smiles a little more, regaining a hint of that former courtly playfulness.

"Unless you happen to be thinking about a particularly aggressive dance, in which case I should be most intrigued to learn more about it--for the sake of curiosity, at the very least."

Sansa laughs. "You may call me Sansa, should you desire. Lady Stark sounds entirely too much like my mother."

It is painful to hear it, in a way, but also silly. She is Lady Stark for true now, yes, but she wants, very much, to simply be Sansa.

Alric's smile, although still politely restrained, brightens at that laugh.

"..ah.. a most flattering invitation. Lady Sansa, then, if you wish."

He was perfectly happy to call her by her name if she so wished, but he wasn't about to abandon his manners entirely, and offered a courtly bow. It was more than worth overplaying the role a bit, so long as she was enjoying it; in truth, she rather seemed like she could do with some enjoyment.

Sansa smiles and it seems she still knows how to do that even after all this time. Perhaps it is only a matter of being shown some courtesy, of the sun peeking out from behind a cloud, to allow her to feel something once again.

"Simply Sansa will suffice, I assure you. We are of equal status, are we not? Or...I daresay you may need an honorific more than I do, my lord."

Truly, it's a bit of a challenge to keep up the appropriate cool restraint, when she smiles so, although he does keep his reaction mostly to a certain warmth in his bright, amber eyes, smiling in return.

"...whatever titles I may hold are surely of no great importance, here, Lady Sansa... certainly not enough to warrant that I should address you with such unearned familiarity, I should think."

Of course, it's not hard to tell he's flattered by the suggestion, particularly as he really makes no secret of it. Still, he's quite determined not to show her any manner of disrespect, whatever the temptation.

Sansa laughs softly. "All the same, I don't mind if we dispense with the formality. I may be a lady but I am a secure enough lady to not need the title even if it is lovingly given."

Observant as she is, she can likely tell that he's just a bit flustered at her persistence on the subject. Not bothered, and he maintains his outward composure quite well, but for all his stubbornness, she certainly has an effect on him.

"...then... you doubly flatter me, Lady Sansa, offering such familiarity, and feeling so secure in my company. And yet, I would be ashamed to pay you any less honor than your due."

He pauses, just a moment, a bit pensive. It could well be she wants to avoid her station and title, but prefers not to say so explicitly. He's naturally wary of taking such liberties--both as a matter of propriety, and a first line of self-restraint--but he isn't about to prioritize his own comfort above hers, after all. Worst case, he'll simply have to be that much more on guard against her charms.

He continues, smiling courteously, as always, with a touch more solicitude.

"......however... nor do I wish to make you uncomfortable. ...if you insist, then, of course, I will call you as you wish--so long as you will remember that I mean only to show you the greatest respect."

"I would think nothing less," Sansa assures him. It has been a long time since someone has spoken to her gently as befits her station and not followed it with a betrayal of sorts. She is wary, yes, but Sansa does not outwardly distrust. It is likely he means as he says, as rare as that is for her.

"How did you ever manage to wander away this far, if I may ask?"

Alric raises an eyebrow at that question, just a bit puzzled, although he remains just as courteous.

"Hm..? Far from... ah, from the city, you mean?"

He glances toward Aerilon indicatively as he asks, then back to her once again.

"From the city, yes. I was looking for a godswood," Sansa says, nodding toward the trees. "Though these trees are lovely, none of them are the sort I would need to pray."

Once, Sansa had fancied herself a follower of the Seven, had prayed in the sept her mother had built at Winterfell when she came north. Now, though, if she believes in any gods at all they are the old gods of the north.

He seems intrigued at her explanation, although he holds off in order to answer her question, smiling to himself.

"I see... nothing so spiritual, I confess, on my part. My family's estate is in.. a heavily forested region. Thanneswane, in the Southern Reaches of the Kaithenian Empire, for what it's worth."

Alric smiles a little more, slightly amused at himself, well aware the names would almost certainly mean nothing to her.

"I grew up there--mostly, at any rate. I suppose I've always found the forest... comforting, in a way, even if this one isn't exactly familiar. ...I'm afraid I must admit I'm not familiar with the 'godswood,' however."

"I'm from Westeros, from Winterfell," Sansa explains. "Weirwoods are how the old gods speak to those of us here and I don't quite know how I would pray without one. I was just hoping, by chance, that there might be one here."

There is not, as this place is nothing like her home, but she had hoped.

"This forest is lovely all the same."

"Mm... my loss, I'm sure, that I'm not acquainted with your homeland."

...of course, he was mostly just being polite, since he obviously couldn't really be sure of any such thing. Although he did take quite seriously the idea of learning from everyone--even if it should be quite an unpleasant lesson ~~or just "don't go to Westeros"~~.

"But, yes, it is a lovely forest. ...although I've heard it said to have its own dangers. I confess I've not had occasion to go exploring much deeper than this, myself, however."

Sansa narrows her eyes, assessing the woods. She has never really felt unsafe in forests but she is, admittedly, unfamiliar with this one.

"You don't suppose it's dangerous, do you? It doesn't seem that way to me."

Alric raises his eyebrows slightly at that look, but smiles to himself all the same, glancing aside to follow her eyes momentarily.

"I'm afraid I can't say from experience. And I'm not certain what manner of danger was meant. It could merely be that there are berries one oughtn't eat... but I wouldn't want to encourage a false sense of security. Not in a place as yet so unfamiliar."

He turns his eyes back to her, pausing a moment, and then tilts his head in a hint of a bow.

"...nor would I wish to make you uncomfortable, of course. If it would help, I'd be honored to serve as your escort, if you wish, Lady Sansa. At least until we know better what to expect, here."

"I hope that I don't need an escort and merely can enjoy one," Sansa says, smiling softly.

"And I would like to enjoy your company."

Alric nods understandingly, and seeming quite pleased with that reply, himself, even if he resists making a grand display about it.

"...then, consider me at your disposal. And yes, my hopes, of course, are quite the same."

He pauses just a moment, taking on a somewhat playful tone.

"I'll try sincerely not to be a dull bodyguard. Now, I believe you were walking before I interrupted you? I'll gladly walk with you, if you like."

Referring of course (mostly facetiously) to his flute playing that drew her away from wherever she was wandering as "interrupting" her.

"I was walking back toward my home," Sansa agrees. She tilts her head, inviting him to come closer.

"I would like very much to have an escort back if you would be so kind to do so."

"Ah... then the honor would be mine."

Alric smiles and nods, stepping forward to join her.

"How have you found this place, so far, Lady Sansa?"

"Quiet, luckily. Aside from appearing here so suddenly, there hasn't been anything frightening and nobody has harmed my person. I must sound so morbid, to be concerned with such things, but my world is one that is currently at war. It is not safe for a woman to travel alone," Sansa explains.

"But here, I have not felt unsafe."

Alric doesn't look all that shocked that she'd have such concerns, and gives her a slight, sympathetic smile, although a pensive one, particularly given her mention of war.

"...even in absence of any great conflict, I'm afraid, it's often not so safe as it ought to be. However... I am certainly glad you've found some peace and security, here. I've been fortunate that the greatest strife in my own home has remained, so far, relatively civilized."

He pauses a moment.

"Mm... I would understand, of course, if you don't wish to speak about it--but I would be most intrigued to learn of your homeland, Lady Sansa. I... traveled quite a bit, before coming here, for my Errancy, and I suppose I developed a certain fondness for learning about new places. If, again, you should want to speak about it."

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