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Welcome to Medietas! Have an interest in joining the game? Maybe you have an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, maybe you're just looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting among friends? Well, whatever the reason, this is where you can do that!

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. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, now that you've arrived and wandered around the starter home you've been given, it's time to check out the rest of the islands. There's a market on Aerilon that is full of treasures. Or, you can check out Chapter Six bookstore. Perhaps you wander over to the Mean Princess facility on Mulciber. There is so much to see!

3. Event: Teams are being put together to venture out deep into the islands of Eurus and Mulciber to track and destroy a vicious beast who has been the reason for the disappearances of several island locals. Please help stop the creature before anyone else goes missing!

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

Malina Sokolowski | Iron Druid Chronicles

[hellwhip]

1.

[Her first reaction is shock--how had anyone managed to get through the wards on the coven house? They were shielded well enough that gods would have difficulty getting through, and she sure as hell would have remembered them trying.

Her second is disgust, followed quickly by anger. How dare they touch her, drag her from her home and drop her here like she's nothing? Someone is certainly going to pay dearly for this. Once she finds out who they are. If she finds out who they are. They couldn't have just left no trace, could they?

Her hands tighten into fists at her sides while she glares at nothing in particular, no doubt making some of the people who happened to wander across her gaze uncomfortable, but she doesn't care. This is justified fury. Still, as angry as she is, she knows to stay cautious. She's unprotected, unwarded, unguarded by her sisters. That in and of itself restricts her power. But no one would ever mistake her for powerless.

Impatiently, she brushes her hair out of her eyes, swearing under her breath in Polish.]

Zorya Vechernyaya, chron mnie od zla.

[With that out of the way, she heads toward the city, though her expression doesn't lighten in the slightest. She doesn't look like it's a good idea to bother her, but then she'll need to speak to someone to get information.]

Re: Malina Sokolowski | Iron Druid Chronicles

[forgottenthief]

"I don't know how much luck you'll have with that one." It's said from a man with a wandering shadow and amused golden eyes. His hands were behind his back as he watched her curiously.

"There don't appear to be any gods here, Zorya Vechenaya or otherwise."

Neal Cassidy | OUAT

[alandwithoutmagic]

1. New Arrival:

[Neal is used to world jumping but it's usually an intentional action. It isn't an easy task and the fact that he'd fallen asleep in his apartment and suddenly woke up on a boat worried him. He shoves his hands in his pocket and waits for the boat to jolt to a stop. He doesn't know what's going to happen but he'll deal as long as he's far away from his father.

He's left somethings in New York but he'll find his way back. He's always been resourceful.

When he steps from the boat he takes a look around. When he sees someone who looks friendly or knowledgeable enough he'll run up to them with a concerned look.]

Hey, hey. Where is this?

[It doesn't look like he's the only one experiencing these displacements.]

2. Getting Settled:

[Neal fingers the communication device but doesn't use it. He doesn't want to use it in case there are people here he'd rather avoid. There really is no way of knowing but he's always felt like there was a shadow following him. Something he simply couldn't escape.

His path twists and winds through the streets. He doesn't look like he's a rush but the tension in his shoulders is noticeable. There is important information that he's missing and he needs to figure it out and not all of that information can simply be applied by asking questions.

He can be found ducking into a few bars and shops. Anywhere he thought he might over hear something useful. He'll order a beer and use the meager funds they provide. It isn't the best idea to spend money on beer but it does calm his nerves.]

4. Wild Card:

[ooc. Feel free to run into Neal wherever. He'll be wandering around.]

/squeals

[disneydescendant]

[As per usual, Henry was down at the docks just in case any other family members had been dragged here also. His puppy, Mister Spots had followed him. Upon seeing Neal, Henry didn't stop and think. He just ran and hugged him, having missed him dearly over the past few years.]

Dad! [He yelled it as he ran and he mumbled it a second time as he continued to hold on. Mister Spots barked, unsure, but Henry didn't care. He had his dad back for a moment. Until it all, inevitably, came crashing down around him.]

Etain Tur-Mukan | Star Wars EU

[jediforthetroops]

1. Just arrived

"Dar!" Etain sinks into blackness after calling her husband's name, the pain from her wound fading away as she lost consciousness. Almost immediately followed by waking up... somewhere. She sits up, blinking at her surroundings. To say she wasn't expecting this was putting it mildly. She should be one with the Force. She was fairly certain it didn't involve being in the hold of what appeared to be a wooden vessel. Who built ships out of wood anymore?

She looks down at herself as if to confirm her injury, only to find no sign of it, her clothing pristine and not blackened where the lightsaber cut through her. She closes her eyes and takes steady breaths as she tried to work her way through this. She couldn't possibly be alive. Maybe the Jedi were wrong about what happens after life. After all, people don't tend to come back from the dead to relay their findings.

She opens her eyes again, calm. If this was the afterlife, so be it. She'll miss Darman and Kad'ika, of course, but better they weren't here. Not yet; not until they've lived full lives. She gets up to head up the stairs to find out what exactly was going on, finding herself on the deck of a ship heading towards--were those islands floating in the air?

Etain walks over to the bow of the ship, resting her hands on the railing to look down at the water far below them before watching the island the ship seemed to be heading for grow larger. As they approach, she wracks her brain for what she knows of assorted species' belief systems. Having an idea of what to expect would be nice.

Once it docks, she waits for others to exit the ship first, taking her place behind someone larger than her, allowing her to avoid notice. She would like to know what she was walking into before being spotted by the people greeting the other new arrivals.

2. Settling in
::When the video turns on, it shows a young woman with green eyes and brown hair that has streaks of other colors mixed in. When she's sure it's recording, she folds her hands in her lap to address the camera formally.::

Good afternoon. My name is Etain Tur-Mukan, formally a Knight of the Jedi Order. I... resigned on the day I arrived here. At this point, I've been here for three days and have gotten the basic gist of things from the locals' point of view.

::She takes a deep breath before continuing.::

What I'd like to know are the impressions of those brought here before I was. The things newcomers wouldn't be told at the docks. Limitations on what we can do, for example.

::She smiles crookedly after a moment, dropping the formal air.::

Besides the lack of ability to go home. I've worked that one out. Any information you're willing to share, even if not immediately useful, would be welcome.

4. Wildcard

Neither of the above do anything for you? Whatever works for you goes here!

4

[tommyrawhead]

It's the dead of night. Perhaps Etain had even been asleep. But there is someon– no, no, not someone, something lurking in her home, something creeping in the vents, making just enough noise to be heard, if she strains. Almost as if it wants her to know it's there, wants her to know she isn't alone... and that she isn't safe.

Airy Miller | Original Character

[imaginationswoes]

~New Arrival~

Airy was getting used to new things, new abilities and the strange new viewpoint that she now directed towards the world. Everything had been normal until a few weeks ago. She wanted to be normal but that didn't feel possible anymore. Now she was waking up on a boat, a flying boat, and she's never felt more lost.

At least she won't be able to hurt her family.

The boat pulled into the harbor and Airy felt increasingly uncomfortable. She can't control her abilities and now she was in a city with a lot of people. She walked from the boat with nothing but the clothes on her back and a dead phone in her pocket. She wished that her phone had enough charge to listen to music but she didn't see any available outlets in this town.

~Wandering~

She tried to make her way out of town as quickly as possible. She aimed towards the trees thinking that the forest might be a safe place to hide until she could figure this out. Her movements were a little clumsy, she'd trip over nothing and then run into someone's back without realizing that they were standing in her path.

Airy was quick to apologize and quick to move on.

She was skittish, jumping at shadows as if they were going to reach out and grab her. When she finally got to the forest she released a slow breath and pressed her back against a tree. She buried her face into her hands and tried to focus on nothing at all.

This was going to be a nightmare.

[ooc: feel free to have her run into you or run into her anywhere in her trek to heading outside the city.]

She looked lonely. OC Party?

[breaklighter]

If there was anything Monica wanted, it was her mask. Granted, it seemed no one here knew anything about her or her commander--she'd asked--but at this point it was more of a security blanket than anything. She felt safer when she could hide who she was and of course it figured she was abducted the one time she'd gone out as a civilian. Sure it's a great disguise, and yet she never felt quite safe in it.

Clearly she hadn't been mistaken. Maybe she'd have to get a new one while she was here. But that would necessitate a new costume and that was a lot of work, and her last one had been so nice...and expensive. There wouldn't be any replacing it. At least not to her standards.

It wasn't until she felt someone run into her while she was walking down yet another street she didn't recognize that she pulled herself out of pining for home, and she turned around to see who it was. She almost wanted to yell, but remembered at the last minute that she wasn't in a position to. And the apology seemed sincere, at least.

"Don't worry about it. Something I can help you with?"

Remy LeBeau | Marvel Comics | 2/Network

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Video flicked on, showing a shirtless man smiling at the camera. Remy was sprawled along the edge of a rooftop, grinning in the sun, like a cat, though far less feline and far more muscles and sunlit skin.]

So, how's everyone on this lovely day. Seems like the heat's been making things a little slow, and hot, and quiet. Exactly the kind of time when there should be a party, yes?

[Remy rolled to a sitting position in one motion, smirking wider as he considered the view of the edge, the camera, and the sunlit city below.] Where do you all go to party, here? And if you're not the partying type, what do you do for fun?

Video

[luckyescape]

[If there is a party, Freya wants in. That and it's always nice to stare at a hot shirtless guy for a bit. No laws against looking.

When she replies she's grinning with her usual bright smile.]

It is a lovely day and what a lovely sight. [Her voice is light and teasing and maybe a little sarcastic.] I don't know of any parties but I'm thinking we should start one. I miss having fun parties.

[Blaring music, dancing, crowds, fun, maybe a pool if its hot out.]

Isabelle Lightwood | 2 | Shadowhunters

[withstyle]

Izzy couldn't even remember the number of questions that she had asked now. The answers were, of course, satisfactory, but she'd lost track of how many questions she had actually thrown out. The starter home that she'd been put in was...definitely not the institute, but it was something. Izzy felt out of her element. Then again, her element had always been working alongside her brothers....and the way that things had been before she woke up here....everything was a damn mess.

Jace was gone, he'd left with Valentine. She still couldn't believe that he'd made that decision. Her brain was definitely reeling. And now....she was here. Away from the mess back at the institute, from her missing brother, from her extremely upset friend, and from the brother that she probably relied on more often than she was willing to actually admit.

What the hell was Izzy supposed to do here?

She'd perused the house that was provided and now wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do. Izzy'd never been one to sit on her behind, though, and maybe that was why she'd left....she wasn't really sure. At the moment Izzy was definitely experiencing a sense of shock at just being here. She didn't have a plan. Sure, she was capable of coming up with a plan, but as a general rule of thumb Jace and Alec were the plan-guys. Clary had definitely stepped up to take some of that on too.

They, likely, weren't here. It'd just be too easy for them to be here with her. Izzy guessed that it was time for her to sink or swim on her own. She studied the map, but the best way to really get to know the place is to actually travel the roads and work her way around. Forgetting her way back would be pretty impossible. Izzy walked passed the shops, the bars, and everything else, just taking in what all there. As always, Izzy strode with confidence down the street, her heels not deterring her at all. She probably needed to check out the communication device, but for the moment the shadowhunter wasn't ready.

She wasn't sure if that was because she wanted someone she knew to be here....or if she expected nobody to be here. Pulling the thing from her pocket, Izzy studied it for all of two seconds before tucking it away again. "Maybe later." She found herself muttering; she was only putting off the inevitable, and she knew it. If she didn't find out now, though, she didn't have to deal with whether or not she was on her own. No sad Izzy, for the moment, anyway. Turning to the first person that wandered close enough, Izzy pushed out the charming nature of her's, calling out, "Excuse me! Hi, I'm new here and I was just curious about if you have any suggestions for spots that are must-see?"

She didn't particularly want to be here. She wanted to go home. But it could never be said that Izzy wasn't a glass half-full sort of girl.

[lotsoflaughs]

Today wasn't a day that Gabriel had been checking the docks, which is why he missed her arrival. But he definitely picked up on the feeling of a new nephilim around fairly quickly, tracking her down just in time for questions.

"The Roadhouse is a hunter bar. One friendly to Downworlders as well." Yes, he sees those runes and, after talking to Alec, knows exactly what they're about, even if not what individual ones mean.

He gives her a moment to absorb that he knew exactly what she was before continuing. "You wouldn't happen to know a guy named Alec Lightwood, would you?"

You're in luck, Izzy. Big brother is here.

Jack O'Neill / Stargate SG-1

[timeforplanb]

"Teal'c?"

Of course his second in command isn't here. He looks around and decides Daniel probably isn't around either.

Jack double checks the gun at his hip and steps forward into the rush of people, ready to find his new home.

[chlorofemme]

Zhaan is equal parts bewhildered and fascinated as she is swept forward with the flow of traffic. Her hood falls back as she looks eagerly around for a familiar face, her blue skin with gold veins no doubt setting her apart from the crowd.

She recognizes something in the man's posture--a military bearing, like her friend, John Krichton--and gravitates toward him. "I seem to have been separated from my crew as well."

Alisa Marchenko | Fallen Empire

[starnomad]

1.

Okay. This is how the comm system works here, right? Is there a voice function as well, or is it all text? Video communications aren't really my thing unless I don't have a choice.

Next most important question: where is the best place to get chocolate?

2.

Walking around in combat armor: probably too much. So despite being extremely glad to see it, Alisa left it behind in exchange for doing some solo exploring armed with nothing more than her Etcher pistol and herself. She probably looked exhausted, which was mostly because she was exhausted -- and frustrated. Another setback? Another setback, and marooned, alone.

At least the weather wasn't terrible.

She knew she looked like an obvious New Person, and that the only way it would be more obvious is if she were wearing a giant sign that said 'Hi, Ask Me About How I'm New.' The answer to settling into a new place was usually to find some kind of coffee shop or restaurant, though she would also have settled for a chocolate shop. Trying to force her mood up, Alisa started to hum something softly; a familiar theme, one that put the smallest bounce in the soles of her feet despite the (latest) disaster she'd found herself in.

2

[natusest]

Quinlan had discovered something quickly once he'd arrived in this strange new world and had been ushered off to his new living arrangements as though he'd been expected: in recent years, he'd taken the benefit of human allies for granted. He'd also taken for granted his father's ever-present sensation at the edges of his mind, for in his 2000 years of life, he'd never felt this alone.

Believing exploration to be the better part of maintaining his sanity in a place so completely alien, he raised his hood to hide his more inhuman features and headed out. He'd been told about the establishment that catered to the vampiric and it had piqued his curiosity. Human blood was far more nutritious than animal and he needed to keep his strength up. There was no telling what he may encounter in this place. He made no effort to hide the large sword sheathed and strapped to his back, but he walked more slowly than usual as he traveled, making certain to take in any details that seemed important.

The woman who crossed his path caught his attention first and foremost because she was humming, then because she seemed to be observing just as he was, and third, that she was armed. More wise than she appeared, apparently. Still, he wasn't given to hiding, and making allies with the other new arrivals was prudent, so he stepped into her path, his long black trenchcoat swished around his calves as he leveled his ice-white gaze in her direction.

"Excuse me," his voice was accented, something like British, and even with a cultured tone. "Have you arrived recently as well?"

Jadzia Dax | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[ex_old_man857]

1. [NETWORK]
[The face that greets the viewer is one that looks more curious than anything else. She has lively blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. She also has a row of dots starting on each side of her face, going down beneath that teal and black uniform she is wearing.

She smiles, although it does not quite meet her eyes.]

You know, in my universe, there is a planet called Risa. It used to be pretty unstable, and it didn't have much draw- they changed that, of course, regulating the weather. Which, in turn, made it a perfect place for visitors. Tropical resorts, beautiful beaches... In some ways, it bears a lot in common with this place.

[And here, her expression does get cheeky for a moment.] It's population is known for its open sexuality, and people come- and go- as they please. It's well worth the visit, at least once in your lifetime. More, if you're so lucky- [And now a slightly more serious note, although her expression remains warm, and her face draws back from the feed to show a woman dressed in a uniform.] My name is Jadzia Dax, Lieutenant Commander of Deep Space Nine, and it's good to meet everyone.

2. [GETTING SETTLED]
Dax had seen many things, and as such, Jadzia herself had those experiences. There had been those who had done things on Trill, such as Lela and being a legislator for their government, or Audrid, who became head of the Trill Symbiosis Commission, or Emony, who was an Olympic gymnast. Though she, of course, had gone to Earth. And Tobin, the Engineer, Torias, the Pilot, or even Curzon, a womanizer and a top Ambassador of the Federation. And Verad...

Yet, in all of her experiences? This was certainly being one of the oddest. When she had woken up, on a floating ship, her mind had traveled to several areas, and as the ship docked, she thought things through. The first was some threat, but as she had looked around, she had not noticed any others from Deep Space 9 or any of those against the Federation. For the most part, everyone had looked humanoid. Not that they might not have done so on purpose, but for what purpose, Jadzia couldn't fathom, at least not yet.

Then, her mind had turned to the next course. A program? Was she in Quarks, in a Holosuite? It wasn't really his style though, as Jadzia has spent enough time with him to know that. True, he would have been more than happy to have his women running around with no clothes, but she had her clothes. So another’s program? She hadn't been able to find any answers, at least not yet, and although the situation wasn't proving to be ideal, Jadzia hadn't given up hope. As a science officer, it was her job to have a better idea.

Oh, she would rather be at home. Home, where she would move Odo's things a few inches or have dinner with Julian. Where she could throw a party, drink Bloodwine, and converse with Benjamin. Yet, Jadzia wasn't one to wallow in self-pity, and she wasn't going to start now. If nothing else, it was something that no symbiont, to her knowledge, had ever experienced, and after seven lifetimes, seeking new experiences was something that took more effort, but they were always there, always waiting, if one looked.

It was how she found herself in the market on Aerilon, looking at various pieces. She was lively and animated, and spoke with anyone around her. "This place does have quite a lot of good food, doesn't it? But I still like Klingon Gagh the best."

2

[personaldesignation]

Android glanced up from the food vendor's cart at the sound of the woman's voice, blinking curiously in response. "I'm afraid that I am not familiar with Klingon Gagh," she replied, "But then, up until now, I didn't really get out much."

There wasn't much about her physical appearance--apart from the bar-code on her neck--that would give her away as an artificial life-form, but a keen observer might notice that her speech pattern was slightly stilted, and her movement--her body language--somewhat mechanical. She was, however, pleased to have the opportunity to socialize. "Is that a dish from your home world?"

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars: The Clone Wars

[anewpath]

New Arrival | Network:
[The feed starts off with Ahsoka's face right up close, before she pulls it back a little. She is standing there, eyes slightly narrowed, before realizing that it is working properly.

Any one who hasn't met her, or who is unfamiliar with different species, might think her appearance a bit strange, especially if they have never encountered a species other than their own. Reddish skin, white facial markings and montrals and head tails mark her rather uniquely.]

Hello? Is this connected to some sort of Holonet?

[She gives a shrug of her shoulders though. It seems to be connecting to something, and she'll use that for now.]

I can't say I exactly had a destination in mind when I was leaving Coruscant, but this? Not quite expected. Especially since the whole how I got here details are a bit fuzzy...

[Then again, everything has been turned upside down since the bombing... And it seems to be continuing. She's felt it already, or perhaps hasn't felt it, which is both strange and weird and uncomfortable. Not that she's exactly going to let that on.]

I'm Ahsoka, and I guess I would like some answers filled in, if someone has some answers to give. And if it's a choice between bad news or really bad news, how about we start it off slow.

New Arrival | Exploring:
She had once known exactly where she had belonged. Ever since Master Koon had brought Ahsoka to the Temple, that had been home. At three years old, memories of before were few and far between. It was a thought or a recollection to a sound or scent. Fleeting things. Yet the Temple had fulfilled everything that she had ever required or wanted. She had been a part of something bigger, and had known her place.

Until she hadn’t.

She had drifted after, refusing to return to the Jedi after they had offered to let her back in. The trust that had once been there was shattered. How could they truly believe that she would have? Did she have regrets? Yes. Yet she wasn’t going to change her mind. Not then, and still not now. She realized that she had misjudged Anakin, thinking that he wasn’t on her side, but in the end, he and Senator Amidala had kept her from her unjust fate, at least regarding the crime she had been accused off.

There had been no clear course of action afterwards. Everything that she had been was defined within the confines of being a Jedi. Her days had been structured and planned, from missions to meals, and while things might not always go as planned, there was a clear directive as to what they were trying to accomplish. From a world of set structures and war, to… To whatever it was that she had wanted. The question was, what was that? For so long she had believed in the Jedi way, and while she might not forgive Barriss for what she had done, Ahsoka could start to understand it.

It likely was how Ahsoka had come to accept her current situation as easily as she had, at least for the most part. She would never be one to just roll over and accept things the way that they were, especially if they weren’t the way that she wanted them to be. She hadn't found a purpose or a reason yet, and when that sensation had flooded through her of something being off, it wasn't exactly unknown. Something had been off for some time. Of course the situation that she did find herself in was unexpected and did move to shock her a bit.

There was still skepticism there, that inborn wariness, and even if she had left the Jedi Order, she knew that she needed to stop thinking in terms of a Jedi. That path was closed to her now, even if she had changed her mind (and she hadn’t). Even if none of this was of her own choosing, Ahsoka had come to the understanding that she wasn’t going to just sit around.

No, her fate was in her own hands now, and she was going to make the best of her situation. She might not know where her path would lead her, but she knew that if she did nothing, it wouldn’t lead her anywhere. Stretching, she rose to her feet, and taking a deep breath, she looked out at the new world before her. There had been many new worlds since she had joined the Jedi, so that wasn’t too bad. Some had been nice while others had been less than pleasant. This place? Not exactly paradise, but it wasn't hell either.

Yet she was someone for action, and yes, adventure. Moving out in to the open, she spoke to herself, in a clear voice. "Come on, Tano. Let's get at it."

It was how she found herself exploring the main island. Her lightsabers, which had been found in her house, hung at her side, although otherwise, one would be hard pressed to realize that she had been a Jedi. Curious, as there were a lot of new things, Ahsoka kept pausing, looking at them. She was one of a kind, as far as she could tell, as she had yet to meet another Togruta here. In fact, most that she had met looked humanoid.

"This place almost gives Coruscant a run for it's money." Muttered as she looked in to a store window. Of course she could be met anywhere on the main island.

Exploring

[jediforthetroops]

Etain had just arrived that day, herself; although at least she got met by someone she knew just off the docks, so at least she's been filled in. An entirely too uncomfortable conversation later, she's found her assigned house and is out to explore again, a new change of clothes--not Jedi robes, almost certainly never again--and her own lightsabers hanging from her belt. She's been told things were fairly safe, but they were a piece of home she wanted.

A piece that looked less odd than carrying about her son's stuffed nerf in plain sight. That particular item is hidden in a pocket.

"You really think so? The buildings seem a little... short," Etain says, stepping by her to look through the window herself, aware she had no room to comment on anything or anyone's height.

Android | Dark Matter | Arrival

[personaldesignation]

Android noticed a number of things when she came back online. One, that she was on a boat that was most definitely not the Raza, and she was unable to reestablish her neural link with the spacecraft. Two, she was not alone, but she seemed to have been separated from the crew. Three, she had no memory of how she had come to be in her current predicament, which was was the least peculiar of those things.

And, five, she registering a sudden surge of...something that she could not quite name...in her emotional subroutine. She did not like the thought of being separated from her friends. But she did not believe that a floating lifeboat was the place to try and analyze that particular emotion.

She needed to find someone who could tell her where she was. And how to get...home.

[natusest]

Watching people is something Quinlan has done for nearly two thousand years. In that time, he'd believed he'd seen every type of person imaginable. There was the vulgus, content to gawk and stare, hoping for some sort of scene to watch. There were others, mindless of their situation, wandering through life, and then there were the few, like himself and this other who'd disembarked with him, who seemed...disconnected, out of touch. His dark hood did much to obscure his less than human appearance, save for his ice-white eyes as they watched this other newcomer with curiosity.

There was a smoothness to her gait that suggested something more than mere humanity, and either she was a gifted actress or she felt little discomfort at their sudden dislocation. She was looking around, though, and Quinlan didn't look away when she looked in his direction, meeting her eyes as though to say he understood her confusion. After 2000 years, it was difficult to surprise the dhampir, but this new place with its flying boats had accomplished it.

There was something else, too, but he wasn't certain if it gave him comfort or uncertainty.

Jace Morgenstern-Lightwood | The Mortal Instruments AU | 2

[wayfaring_stranger]

Most people would explore and locate the best shops for food, clothes, household items. Jace hid in his new house for a week, only leaving to get the bare minimal food, before finally setting out to find the one place he could get exactly what he needed.

The Red Rum.

He'd heard about it from a Mundane who was eager to answer his questions. It was a bar for Vampires where they could snack on volunteers rather than drink cold blood from a glass. He thought of Simon as he moved inside and quickly skirted the perimeter, casually checking things out. He was a shadowhunter and the best places to find a little fun were Downworlder bars.

[angelic_archer]

It had been a mostly quiet night. The vampires on the islands seemed to have a good understanding of the rules. Do not kill the snacks. Don't beguile the snacks. Don't turn them into pets. But sometimes the beings that allowed themselves to be bitten developed a little 'crush' on their chosen partner. It didn't happen often but it seemed that Alec spent more time breaking up weird, slightly romantic entanglements than policing the biting that was going on. Everyone seemed to be playing nice tonight which meant he could take a break without there being any problems.

The bar catered to both vampires and humans so Alec was able to get something to get something drink on his break. Something non-alcoholic since he was working and he knew that even a hint of alcohol would send him into depression over being so far from home. Leaning against the bar, he took a swallow of the juice the bartender had given him and nearly choked when he saw a potentially familiar figure.

Jace? If his parabatai was here, why hadn't he felt it? The bond still had that strange quality that meant that they were separated by realities. The only way the blond stalking the crowd could be his Jace would be if he was from a time before the ritual but then he'd be around thirteen, not the age of the Shadowhunter he was watching. A different Jace than his?

Even if it wasn't his parabatai, Alec knew that if this one was similar to the Jace he knew, there would be trouble soon. Setting down his glass, he moved so that he'd intercept the blond. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave Jace a thoughtful look. "I hope you're not planning on picking a fight. It'd be embarrassing to have to throw you out."

Quinlan | The Strain (FX)

[natusest]

01
[His boots made a distinct, yet soft, rapping click upon the dock as he disembarked the floating craft. Ice-white eyes scanned the area as he pulled his hood up to cover his bare head and hide his pointed ears from view. He knew not at all what to expect of his place, and that very thought disturbed and excited him. Strange, he mused as he was stopped by a local who offered him a map and a cellphone. He hadn't been aware, to this point, that excitement was something he was capable of feeling anymore.

For a very long time, though, he's considered himself a student of humanity, being both a part of and apart from it, and he finds himself curious about these people. Exploration will be a welcome distraction from the emptiness he feels, also. All his life, he's been connected to the Master, always there, always a presence, but here...here he was gone. It's not something he thought he'd miss.

He watches everyone that passes close to him, that ice-white gaze piercing and speaking of a long and tumultuous history. Quinlan's is a gaze that speaks of things seen and a curiosity that causes his strange peering to linger on those who come close, and has him taking in all the details of the strange new surroundings as he walks with slow purpose from the port.]

01

[luckyescape]

[Freya likes to people watch. She studies their habits, expressions, demeanour and anything else she might be able to pick out as her eyes follow people through the crowd. She's sitting on top of her a few crates, her height no longer a disadvantage to her study, and munches on an apple. Her tongue flicks out to catch some of the stray juices only to have an odd smell reach her nose.

Her summer gray eyes turn towards the hooded figure as if he'd been the person she was looking for all along. Gripped by curiosity, she jumps down from her perch and makes her way towards the stranger. The apple remains looses gripped between her thin fingers, not forgotten, but currently ignored.

As Freya steps closer she hums softly as if to pull the mans attention on her.] Hey. [She's refraining from saying 'you smell different' or 'where are you going?' since both seen either stupid or insensitive.] Need a tour guide Mr.....

[Her voice drags the address clearly giving him the inclination that she's asking for his name.]

Caeru har Aralis | Wraeththu

[tragic_tigrina]

The Tigrina of Immanion arrived on the floating boat, choosing instead of trying to communicate with the humans that surrounded him(that was weird enough), but to try and communicate with home. A foolish endeavor, one he wouldn't be able to accomplish even with adequate training. He wondered if Pell would even notice he was missing. Certainly his own staff would, but, there were weeks, even months where Pell and Rue didn't speak. Pellaz exuded tremendous effort in pretending Caeru didn't exist.

Truth be told Rue precipitated this belief to a certain extent. He considered himself a bauble, a shiny thing that was dangled out to the crowds, like one of the queens of old. A centerpiece, with no real power. Just a toy. Toys don't really exist, do they? Not after you put them away when you're done with them. Or at least that's what he told himself, and that made it true. His own little self fulfilling prophecy. A tragic girl stuck in a tower of gold, like the fairy tales, alone in the lap of luxury.

Rue's face contorted into an annoyed sneer, looking around and considering his possibilities. Finding refuge amongst these people. No doubt he'd be forced to work. He'd starve to death. Maybe he should just keep lying down, make it easier. He put a hand to his forehead, dramatically and giggled a little.

Pushing himself up, his white blonde hair teased around him like a lion's mane. He went up to the nearest person he found, tapping them on the shoulder with his perfectly manicured nails, complete with precious gems pressed delicately into them.

" I don't suppose you could tell me where I am?"

[adeptable]

He hated the city--he always had. He could never feel comfortable around so many walls, so little space. The claustrophobic feeling made it hard to breathe, sometimes. Just looking at so many people shoved all together in the narrow streets and alleys was difficult to deal with. How anyone could live like this was so very beyond him. He would have preferred the company of the trees. Au least they wouldn't give him the low level panic he very carefully kept off his face.

Not a single white hair was out of place, the top layer elaborately braided out of his face, but he still brushed some aside and out of his eyes, more a nervous habit than a need. Still, he was careful of the feathers and beads woven through, trying not to dislodge anything. Compared to the people around him he must have looked like a wild man, even if the green silk he'd wrapped himself in wasn't exactly barbaric.

And yet, what he wouldn't give for his leathers. Those would have been far more practical.

Distracted as he was by the newness of the place, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the tap on his shoulder and it was only force of will that actually kept him from starting, forced him to turn around slowly and keep his breathing even. He was still Speaker, even in this place, and he would be sure the memory he left of the Tayledras would be a glorious one.

"Would that I could tell you," his voice was soft and accented, but he took three time to take in the creature in front of him. Vain, perhaps. Easily enough managed.

"It seems we have been both abducted."

Hello, Sweetie

[professorsong]

1.
Stumbling from one of the other boats, in terrible pain, River hears his voice before she processes anything else other than the fact that somehow... she's alive. But she could yell at him later, because this wasn't the version of him she expected to try something. She didn't know what risks he took to get her to safety at the last minute, but he had a very, very long time to think about how to do it without sacrificing anyone else. And clearly he didn't sacrifice himself. So she'd be mad at him later.

The questions concerned her more, as she did her best to stand tall against the pain. So much pain. Her vision had narrowed until all she could see was him ahead of her, his back, that hair. One regeneration he was going to have actual hair, not cartoon hair. Not that she was one to talk.

"Guess that took more out of you than even you expected, then, Doctor?" It took all her self control to keep herself standing, to keep the pain from her voice as she teased him about having gotten himself lost saving her.

She didn't have much left. Her vision was dimming. But she didn't want him to see her this weak. This bad off.

River Song | Doctor Who | Spoilers.

[professorsong]

1.

Hello, sweetie.

Pain. They were aground and she was being helped off before she realized that she was even still alive. How? How was she still alive? The why was easy enough. She was going to kill that man.

Again.

She had worked so hard so that he wouldn't have to make the choice between her and Donna, between her and the innocents. Any choice would break him. Any choice would have broken her. So she did what the Doctor so often did. She took the choice away, and then she talked, and talked, and didn't give him a moment to think or talk enough to plan until it was too late.

Or so she thought.


Pain shot along every bit of her body as she fell back where she had gotten off the boat. She... was just going to lie here for a few minutes, alright? She was still in her space suit. She had her journal and her sonic again, but she wasn't aware of that. Not yet. Right now, all she knew was pain, and worry about what the Doctor must have done to save her....


4.
Network.

[The wild haired woman popped up on the network with a big old grin.]

"Anyone know where a girl can go to buy a gun around here? Oh. And I could use some new lipstick too. A little something special."

Enis Edrin | Original Character

[blindpuppet]

1. Arrival

[Enis's eyes flutter open and she gasps as if air has been forced into her lungs. Her fingers begin to shake as she turns onto her shoulder and throws up across the deck of the floating boat. A few people give her disgruntled looks while others simply step away from her.

Crystal bright blue eyes glance around her while her mind quickly attempts to process what's happening. It takes less than a fraction of a second for her to know that something is wrong. Her skin is pale and her features look as if they've been touched by the shadow of a ghost. She's unhealthy thin and she can't stop the trembling that shakes through her frame. Her jeans and black shirt are worn but her boots are sturdy.

As the boat gently floats on she curls up in a corner with her knees pulled tightly to her chest.

She's the last to leave, forced off the boat by one of the disgruntled sailors. Her arms wrap around her torso and her raven black hair shields her features from view. Enis can't stop shaking but she slowly makes her way through the crowd looking as if she's going nowhere in particular.]

2. Getting started

Enis found the funds allotted to her and, while there was a lot she wanted to do and a lot of questions she had to ask, the first thing she did was get something to eat. She didn't remember the last time she'd eaten a full meal or got to choose what she wanted.

The restaurant was the first she came across and she sat at the bar seat looking over the menu. She ordered ice cream and a burger but didn't order anything to drink. Despite being in her mid-late twenties Enis had never been to a bar, she can't remember ever being at a restaurant or if she had ever been allowed to leave her room. Everything was new and it would take her sometime to adjust.

When her food arrived she looked confused. It looked nothing like the pictures online. She took a bite of her ice cream first and cringed at the cold sweetness that filled her mouth. She was not used to that and she wasn't sure if she liked it.

4. Network

Can someone tell me what happened. I know what they told me but I need more. I also need the following chemicals; Boracic acid, Latic acid,
magnesium sulphate and acetylsalicylic acid.

If anyone can help me. Please.

1. Arrival

[natusest]

[Quinlan has decided, of the islands, the central one is his favorite. It's constant comings and goings are reminiscent of the lost days of Earth, when civilization was like a seething, living thing that enveloped you in its embrace.

The girl, pale and wan, caught his attention immediately as she came into view, though he couldn't tell if her tremors were due to illness, exhaustion, or fear. He follows her for a moment, before noting she seems to have no particular destination in mind.

Then he makes the decision to speak, though tact when approaching people has never been his strong suit. He simply speaks, whether she's noticed him or not.]

You seem lost.

Justine | the Dresden Files

[ishisstrength]

2.Action: Around

Justine had been adjusting to this new place and hasn't had an easy time of it. She felt her madness pressing closer and closer to the surface and with each passing hour the struggle proved harder to contain. She'd first arrived in a costume of flower petals but has since changed into a short skirt and a white sweater. It clung to her beautiful figure creating alluring lines that drew the eyes down her frame. Her hair fell in midnight waves over her shoulder while dark eyes peered out at the world around her. Her thin pale fingers held her phone in front of her clamped tightly between her palm.

She didn't know where to go or what to do. She's rarely had such control over her life and as such she felt lost. Even so, she wasn't the sort of person who would just give up. She had her strengths and she would used them.

Justine found her way slowly pausing at anyone who looked as if they might be able to provide something more than a simple welcome. "Excuse me?" A sweet voice accompanied her kind features. "Can I ask you something?"

4.Video: Wildcard

[Her fingers rose to her lips as she peers into the screen. Her face is beautiful and sweet though her dark eyes are measured and unsure.]

Hello, I don't know if it's an odd thing to ask but does anyone know me?

[Justine doesn't want to mention Thomas or anyone else if she can help it. It's better not to share information until she really knows what's going on. Being a pet of the White Court has made her cautious and it's hard to think that there isn't something more going on here.]

Thank you.

Re: Justine | the Dresden Files

[thelionofstormwind]

Lothar had only just arrived in this place recently and, as such, was still acclimating. He at least had friends in the form of Khadgar and Medivh, for a given value of friends - at least the latter wasn't completely possessed by the fel. That, remarkably, made this place marginally better than Azeroth at the moment.

When the woman spoke to him, he turned and gave her a bit of a smile; she was beautiful, yes, but it had been a long time since he'd looked at any women with more than just a casual interest. He'd buried that part of himself long ago and while it had awoken slightly with Garona, he'd locked it away again.

"Can't guarantee I have any answers but since you already asked me something, you can ask another question."

Eleven | Stranger Things

[subject011]

Eleven doesn't remember how she ended up on the boat. She remembers the monster, the lab, running, hiding in the woods, and falling asleep. Maybe it's a dream, but it feels so real. There's too many people, though. Far too many people. It's terrifying, and overwhelming, although none of them really seem to take too much interest in her, even though the young girl with the filthy hospital gown, a buzzcut, and no shoes probably looks out of place. She spends the boat ride hiding in the hold, curled up behind some crates, with her knees pulled up to her chest under her gown.

The boat docks, and she quietly slips back up topside to see where they are. It's baffling. This clearly isn't the Upside Down, it's not another lab either, but it's nothing like the woods she fell asleep in. It's bright and warm, and the docks are scary busy, bustling with new arrivals and locals greeting them. Eleven's eyes widen, and she backs up, about to turn and bolt back to the quiet safety of the hold when her eyes meet those of a crew member, who looks a bit surprised that she hasn't already disembarked with the rest of the passengers.

Spotted, she's frozen. What if the bad men are here? What if the crew member calls them? What if he's one of them? What if they take her to another lab? No, no, no. She can't go back. Not ever. She's sure after what she did - after letting the monster out, after escaping, they'll kill her if they catch her. The only solution she can see is not an appealing one, but she knows she has to avoid being caught at all costs.

Her eyes narrow in concentration, and the crew member flies backwards, as though shoved by some powerful, invisible force, stunning him momentarily. Eleven takes advantage of the moment and sprints for freedom, shoving her way through the crowd on the dock, ignoring the locals, trying to hand her her map and communication device.

She doesn't keep track of where she's run - her bid to escape is frantic; just try to find a place that's quiet, a place to hide, and she'll figure out where to go from there. By the time she finds a quiet neighbourhood, she isn't how far she's gone, or how to get back to the docks, but it doesn't really matter. The docks are too busy, and too dangerous, and going back means it's far too likely she'll be found. Looking around, and assured that she hasn't been followed, she finds her way into an alley, and sits down behind a dumpster, breathing hard.

Yuna [au] | Final Fantasy X-2

[1000memories]

1. New Arrival

Yuna rested her palm lightly on the railing of the airship. She loved flying, the feeling of the wind against her face and the rush of the world below. Arriving here was different but she has gotten used to strange things over her years of travel. There was no point in worrying over things she couldn't control. She'll see what she can do here first.

Yuna stepped off the airship with a warm smile spreading over her lips. Her mismatched eyes looked over the city with interest but also with respect. This was a home to a lot of people.

She was thankful for the phone and after taking a few moments to figure out the basic functions she decided to learn more. She stepped up to the nearest person and spoke in a friendly voice. "Excuse me? Can I ask you some questions about this place? They're probably questions you've heard before." She was hoping someone was willing to humor her.

4. Network

I'm looking for a place to sing. Anyone know the best place to put on a performance?

Seymour Guado | Final Fantasy X

[sinsrequiem]

1. The Arrival

How quaint.

[Tearing his gaze away from the tranquil blue skies above, Seymour looks towards the horizon as the airship slowly approaches the docks. This is Aerlion, the fair city that lies upon the floating island of Medietas. Besides its name, Seymour knows nothing of it. The former Maester is nothing more than an 'visitor' to this strange realm, a visitor that is unjustly welcomed by many once the ship docks. Still dressed in the same regal robes he donned prior to his death, the blue haired entity is a sight to behold for all those accustomed to humans.

Seymour certainly appears human enough given his handsome visage but the foreign blood that flows through his veins tell a different story. He's statuesque and proud as he takes his first steps in Aerlion. With his long fingers entwined behind him as he walks, Seymour's confident visage mimics that of a foreign digintary. He seems at ease here, tranquil even, despite the oddity of his sudden arrival. Though, do not be fooled by the placid expression upon his lips. There's confusion to be found in those strange amethyst eyes.

Confusion and perhaps a little bit of fear.]

2. The Markets

[After wandering aimlessly down the many roads of Aerlion, the half-Guado eventually finds himself smack dab in the middle of a sprawling market. Seymour slows in his approach once he ventures near the crowded stalls. Much like the port city of Luca, the markets here are teeming with life. There's people as far as the eyes could see, an endless parade of peasants, merchants and crafter's alike.

Seymour can scarcely focus on anything as he walks through the busy market. The Maester is desperately searching for anything capable of answering his many questions but he sees nothing remotely helpful. He finds himself pauses ever so often once he catches the awkward gaze of others. Every once and while he'll catch the locals stares but never once does he feel a reason to fear them.

Though, he dislikes them all the same.]

arrival

[wakevegnagun]

Quaint?

[Shuyin snorts. This guy looks... interesting. There's something about him that rankles the young man though. Something about him that leaves a bad taste in his mouth but also familiar. Lenne had a similarly strange feeling about her when he'd first met the summoner but he'd liked her well enough.]

Reminds me of Bevelle. Ugh.

Shuyin | Final Fantasy X-2 (please be patient with me for speed and typo, I have a bit of a bum arm)

[wakevegnagun]

[ARRIVAL]

[He's not filled with nothing but the rage and hatred that had kept his spirit alive for a thousand years, no anymore. Lenne had freed him of that, knowing she loved him, it was enough to bring most of the real Shuyin back.

The young man is curious as he arrives, hand reach towards the sword on his back instinctively. He's probably not as confused and questioning as oither people, having died has that effect. Shuyin at least thanks the people he meets for the map and communicator. And then he starts exploring. A map is useful but wandering yourself helps set landmarks in mind, your own paths and patterns. He'll keep the map just for emergencies.]

[NETWORK]

[It took him longer than he cares to admit but he's figured it out on his own. And so the former blitz player and musician speaks up:]

My name is Shuyin. I'm a musician, I need employment. [A little snort.] It wasn't this hard in Zanarkand.

[WILD CARD]

[whatever you have in mind.]

Augustin "Gus" Elizalde | The Strain

[dontworkforfools]

[ooc warning: language... like always.]
New Arrival:

When Gus woke up on the flying ship he quickly jumped to his feet and pulled his gun. He didn't know what the fuck just happened but it wasn't cool with him. He'd been in his apartment with his mother and now he was here. He had shit to do and somewhere to be. This was not okay.

He tried to question people on the boat but everyone busied themselves with their work. Gus mumbled curses beneath his breath and waited impatiently for the ship to dock. Once he was free of the god damn boat he stepped quickly and began to search for someone to question. They handed him a phone and a map and the fact that they were waiting for him only piss him off more.

"What the fuck is this?"

Gus was getting irrationally angry and he looked like he might pick a fight if he didn't get the answers he wanted.

Getting Settles:

This was one thing that Gus didn't expect to find. He was standing in the doorway of his new home and his face had turned pale. In front of him was the form of his mother but instead of a person it was the monster that she'd become. It was day out and she was curled in the shadow of the room, her chest rising and falling as if she was breathing.

Gus knew better.

He slipped inside and looked for a large jacket, rope and anything else he could use to restrain her. Anyone walking by the house would hear a lot of angry growling and crashes as furniture and lamps get upturned and thrown across the living space.

Gus was really starting to fucking hate this place.

Arrival

[alittlebitofhell]

Clay had spent his time after coming to on the boat in a slightly different state of mind. He'd kept an eye on the others on the boat, trying to piece together how he'd gotten there, what they wanted with him, and most importantly, whether or not the chip in his head he'd assumed was broken had suddenly kicked in and was now robbing him of the freedom he'd tasted for far too brief a time. He disembarked with the rest of them, even more confused after he was handed a phone and a map, but didn't voice his questions.

Gus caught his attention just by virtue of being loud and slightly obnoxious. Clay didn't actually speak Spanish, but he recognized it as Mexican at least. He understood being angry, Clay was himself, but the kid wasn't going to get himself anywhere with the way he was acting. He approached the smaller man cautiously, he'd already proven he carried a gun, and watched him for a moment more, unimpressed.

"Hey, big shot. How are the answers coming?"

Michael Scofield | Prison Break

[human_blueprint]

1. New Arrival

[Michael almost watched his brother die.

The echoes in that room, Final Visitation, hearts hammering and relieved sighs are still echoing in his ears over the sounds around the port, over the mechanized voice emanating from his device, giving him his bunk assignment. It's only been a couple of months on the inside, but he's already thinking in terms of Fox River: he wonders if he'll have a cellie. He's already scanning the docks for signs of a way back.

Because Lincoln's face is in his eyes still--slick with fearful sweat before the black curtain dropped over his features, bone white and fragile as he's led back into the room where he waits with Veronica for answers, too weak from adrenaline and relief to stand on his own.

Right now, as his situation just begins to settle over him, Michael's only aware of two things.

His brother's still alive...and he needs to find a way back to Fox River to finish what he started.]

4. Wild Card

Michael decided to explore Aerlion because it's a central location: the main marketplace is there, it's the seat of arrival for all newcomers...and the palace is there.

He didn't do much in the way of casing the bank before he robbed it. He didn't need to: the whole point was to get arrested, but he had to make sure the act was convincing. He needed a plan...just not a very good one.

This one has to be laid out far better, and so he spent a lot of time on Aerlion. He bought food at the stalls and had lunch outside the castle, watching the gates and walking around to survey what he could of its layout.

He knows what he's facing...but he can't quite give up on the hope of seeing his brother again, saving him like he's supposed to.

And if there's a way out of this place, the people in charge are probably going to be the ones who can provide it.

Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III | Critical Role

[pepperbox]

3.

It would have been nice to leave the dragons behind entirely. If he had to be swept away to another realm, Percival would have preferred to visit one that did not share the same heavy and inescapable problems that Tal’Dorei currently suffered from.

Though it was a much smaller dragon-like creature. Significantly smaller. And thus far, only one. There was, at least, that. One had to find their silver linings when and where they could.

As he was of little use in the thick of it, Percival kept Bad News slung across his back and found a shelf of a cliff, with rocks that looked both sturdy and rife with hand and foot holds he could use to climb it. Good, solid high ground was precisely what he needed.

He pulled himself up onto the shelf, scooted to the edge and took a knee as he took out Bad News. With practiced ease, he settled the gun on his shoulder, peered through the scope, took careful, precise aim.

Training the barrel at the wing, he pulled the trigger a moment before the jaws would have closed around one of the fighters on the ground.

With a cacophonous boom the bullet streaked through the air and sank into the meat of the wing joint.

His sharp “Ha!” was lost beneath the roar of pain from the creature. Pale face flushed with triumph, he reloaded the gun quickly and fired again--just as the head of the creature whipped around to find his impromptu sniper’s perch.

“Ah...damn.” In a rush, Percy slung Bad News back over his shoulder and rolled to the side, taking a leap off of the shelf just as the serpent-like creature darted towards him, jaw open, teeth glistening with spittle and gods only knew what manner of toxic fluid. He pushed off of the rocks with his feet and grunted as he rolled down the mossy embankment.

Bleeding from several cuts inflicted by the tumble, Percy sprang to his feet and took off in a straight run, straight towards an outcropping. Along the way he nearly collided with someone, quick reflexes all that kept them both from ending up on the ground, exposed and quite vulnerable. Percy grabbed at their arm to drag them with him to cover. “Down, here, get down!” he demanded, pulling his pistol from his belt as he jammed his back against the base of another rocky shelf.

excuse my horrible lack of icons.

[trickfoot]

Thankfully, Percy had run into one person that could help him.

"I'm down, I'm down!" Pike replied, ducking a little. She didn't have to duck down too far in order to get behind the outcropping. The beast wasn't larger than anything they've faced previously and recently, but it was big enough to give them a run for their money. Thankfully though, she was glad to have him here with her. Two of Vox Machina was better than one.

She peeked her head out from behind the rocks to see where the beast was, and when she had it in her sights, she clutched the symbol of Sarenrae around her neck and cast a Guiding Bolt spell toward it. The blast of radiant holy light hit it square on, but didn't seem to phase it, and she ducked quickly behind the rocks again before turning to face Percy.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"