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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!

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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!

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.

     Scorch supposes it's too much to hope for the locals around here to get used to a guy wandering around in full armor. After all, he's pretty much the only one that he's seen about the islands who does it. Has it made him feel awkward? Not a bit.

     He's seen people wearing stranger things in his opinion, and if they thought it was comfortable wearing whatever it is they wear, then they can work on accepting that this is comfortable for him. ...well okay, maybe not necessarily comfortable, but it's practically a second skin to him for how used to it he is.

     It's become something of a routine to make sure he passes by the docks on his way to Mulciber's police station to check in, just in case someone familiar might show up. The commando doesn't allow himself to dwell on the thoughts of how any of his pod brothers would react being in a place like this; it's been long enough that he doesn't care so long as he's with them. But together, they'd get through anything. That's how they were taught, that's what they know.

It takes Etain only a moment to sense Scorch, coming to a dead stop, horrified. Last she knew, he should have been alive. Why is he here? Did something happen after she left Kashyyyk?

After a moment, she shoves the panic down before taking a deep breath and using the Force to help project her voice. "Su'cuy, Scorch! Din'kartay?"

Maybe he knows what's going on. Her certainty this was some sort of strange afterlife was starting to develop cracks. Although she's not going to take for granted that he's alright until he's told her as much.

Etain moves to the side to make it easier to find her, scanning the docks for Scorch.

     That sure stops him dead in his tracks. No one speaks Mando around here so far as he knows, although given Revan's familiarity with the, he suspects the former Jedi might know a little at the very least. But that voice that spoke just now...

     The commando spins around, scanning the crowds until both his eyes and his HUD pick out the familiar face. "General...?" She's a ways off, but not for long as he begins to move towards her. It's amazing how quickly a way is opened to him, given people usually clear out pretty fast when someone in armor moves towards you.

     Last he'd heard from here was on Kashyyyk. Now that he thinks about it, he has no idea what had happened to her after they'd all gone to take down the Separatist's ship. After they'd lost Sev...

     Swallowing, there's but a slight falter in his steps as he approaches the last few meters between them. He wants to compose himself before speaking up again, although belatedly he wonders that she'd probably pick up anything through the Force.

     "Fancy meeting you here, General. The long and short of things is that we're basically kidnapped and have no idea who, how or why."

Etain blinks at him for a moment, sorting through both the bits of his emotions she's catching and his words. "How the shab did someone manage to get the drop on you?"

Wait. Never mind that. "You're okay though, otherwise? Nothing happened?" she asks before her mouth tightens, remembering Kashyyyk. "Nothing more than what already did, I should say."

He doesn't need to be a Jedi to figure what she might have thought of just then. The telltale silence that follows makes it clear enough that it's still fresh in his mind, months as it's been for him here.

"...not just me, sir," Scorch finally replies, bluntly skimming over the latter questions. Is he okay? Would he ever be? "People from other worlds, other galaxies. There are even a couple of Jedi here that aren't from the same time as us."

Etain rubs at her face with one hand before it goes around to rub at the back of her neck instead. She could feel a headache coming on. "I'm beginning to think we should maybe find someplace else for this. I have the feeling this conversation is going to get complicated."

Oh yes, she's caught the lack of response about if Scorch was all right. She can press him on it later.

Scorch nods at her, looking around before he gestures away from the docks. "You have no idea. But there's only so much I can explain, and I've been here for about two months now."

He turns, expecting her to follow along as he leads the way through the crowds.

She nods as she follows him. Considering he's the one who isn't fresh off the boat, he's the one who knows where they're going. A brief interruption to have a map and some sort of technological device pressed on her by one of the greeters aside.

"Is this--is this paper?" Etain asks a little incredulously after pocketing the whatever and taking a closer look at the map, still following him. She was rapidly getting the feeling this place was far behind in technological development, considering they should have had at least flimiplast.

     There's a laugh at that, a genuine one. "Yeah, it is! Weird, huh? Really lo-tech around here. They don't even have speeders or holoscreens," he confirms.

     "Whoever snatched us was sure thoughtful at least. Everyone's assigned a room and a certain amount of the local currency to help you settle into things. There's also some kind of network, accessible by the devices we're provided. Kinda look like mini-datapads, but they're used as comm units."

     Scorch glances over his shoulder at her to see what she's doing. "We're on the central island- Aerilon. There's energy bridges between the others- probably the most technical thing I've seen out here. Although I haven't worked out how it gets you from one island to another in such a short time despite looking like you'd have to walk for miles."

"Just as well we're used to walking, isn't it?" Etain says with a shake of her head, folding the map and pocketing it for now. She can give it a more in-depth look when she's not walking. She would rather not walk into a streetlamp or Scorch's back if he came to a halt without her noticing. It would be embarrassing, to say the least.

Then Scorch keeps talking and her threatening headache starts to get worse. "Those bridges aren't going to mysteriously break down one day, are they?"

That's a completely reasonable concern that even Scorch has had. After all, the ones back home could be shut off and switched on, and as anything with power, it's always susceptible to possible interruption, whether technical or from physical damage.

"Who can say? If you're going to ask that you may as well ask what happens when these islands stop floating." Because he sure doesn't know the answer to that one either. Well, except for the obvious. He's fairly certain gravity otherwise functions the same here.

Etain contemplates the possibility of finding tihaar here. Depending on how things go, it might be worth trying it. "Is anything likely to make me think trying that drink Kal'buir uses to help him sleep is a good idea?"

It's not really something she thought she'd be asking. Of course, she hadn't thought she'd needed to worry about the ground quite literally falling out from under her.

Etain Tur-Mukan | Star Wars EU

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I think you meant to say two.

I did! fail for me.

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