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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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Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

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.

[idisobeyed]

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?"

[tobeclosetohim]

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."