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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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[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."