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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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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.

Even though he hasn't been much one for offering encouragement these days, Scorch feels a little bad about Etain considering a trip to the bar so early on. Sure, he'd considered it too when he'd first arrived, but he'd spent a good bit of that day being overwhelmed.

"Not particularly, I think. I mean, outside of the obvious, there's nothing outright bad about the whole place. You'd probably have a better time at getting used to things here than I did."

It's not just this place, which he'll understand when they're able to talk in private. She's not about to announce she was dead for everyone to hear.

She gives him a somewhat brittle smile. "I'm sure I'll have plenty of time. So. Where are we going, exactly?"

     "There's a pub not too far from here. Not that I'm encouraging you to start drinking or anything, but we can sit and talk there."

     Her expression makes him flinch, and he's glad for the helmet he wears. While he figures if Etain wanted to, she could sense what he was feeling, Scorch still likes being able to keep his reactions to himself. There's a lot of things he wants to know, but at the same time he doesn't want to ask. Etain being here just makes that day come back to him in full. Everything had been going as planned, so why hadn't it been able to stay that way?

     He'd noted that the Jedi wasn't wearing her robes either. When had that happened?

     His hands wrap a little more tightly around his Deece as though it's a security blanket. And here he'd though the would feel better seeing a familiar face around. There's a lot he realizes he hadn't anticipated would come with it.

"I'm probably only going to pick at my food, at best. As a word of warning." A pub means other customers around. Not the best venue for the conversation they need to have, but at least it's not out on the street.

Scorch will get his answers soon enough. Not that he'll like them much.

"No one's forcing you to eat, General."

Giving his own growing anxiety, Scorch isn't sure he'd be able to stomach anything either. But being in a place full of people seems to be more preferable to being somewhere quiet and empty, at least to him.

"They'll probably want us to buy at least something instead of just taking up space," she points out.

They could just get something to share. Whatever the people here think were appropriate as appetizers. It'll get something in them and not be as much food as full meals.

"True," he conceded. Drinks, non-alcoholic, probably. And maybe something to snack on, he'd agree.

It was soon enough that the aforementioned pub came into view, and Scorch hauled the door open to let Etain in before he'd slip inside after. At least the place was cozier than a certain Hutt's.

Etain walks in, looking around the room to gauge the atmosphere. She rather agrees that it was better than it could have been.

After a quick glance to see if it was the sort of place where people had to wait to be seated or if they could just seat themselves, she beelines to a table in a corner that didn't have anyone sitting near it, leaving the outer seat for Scorch. Considering he was the one in full armor, he needed the space more than she did.

It's an arrangement Scorch doesn't object to. He settles right in, resting his DC-17m on the floor between his feet. His helmet comes off next, which he hooks over the Deece's stock.

Sighing, he sits back in his seat as he looks across at Etain. Well, now that they're here and all, he's not really sure what to do or ask next.

Etain was working out where to start with the waitress stops by to drop off menus and take their drink orders. Unsure what to ask for, Etain just asks for tea. She thinks it should be reasonably safe. If she doesn't like it, well, there's always adding sweetener to see if that helps.

She leafs through the menu to see what he has in order to give Scorch time to choose his own drink. When the waitress is gone, she speaks up again. "Is there anything here you recommend?"

The commando requests a glass of water for the time being, taking up the menu as it's something to distract himself with. He glances over the top at the Jedi, his lips quirking slightly.

"Most everything's identifiable, if that's what you're worried about," he says. "Well, save for the fact that the names are mostly foreign. The potato wedge things are pretty good. And they have a nice thick stew with actual meat and vegetables."

"Good to not need to navigate completely unidentifiable food," Etain says with a faint smile, looking at the menu some more before setting it aside and folding her hands on the surface of the table. "We can go with the potato wedges, if you want."

The stew probably isn't the best thing to have right now. At least the smell of meat stopped turning her stomach awhile back.

Those sound like a fair choice, so Scorch nods, and once their drinks are served, he'll make the request for the potato wedges. Setting the menu aside, he absently drums his fingers on the table before reaching for his glass of water.

"...so..." he finally says after an awkward pause.

Etain takes a sip of her tea, before taking another to decide if she likes it before setting it back down. "I suppose I should start off with that it's just Etain now, not General. I sent my resignation from the Order after leaving Kashyyyk."

It isn't the fact that Etain resigned from the Order that seems to have surprised him. "You left? I...guess I hadn't heard about that. Or you must have come some time after I last remember..." Scorch says carefully. Etain's position had been the least thing on his mind at that time. Delta Squad, or what had been left of it, was being flown off to pave the way for the arrival of the Republic's forces, by direct order of General Yoda. When and how Etain had gotten off world at that point was lost to him, but he couldn't help but feel a little betrayed.

She'd been the general they'd been working with at the time. Couldn't she have said something about going after Sev? As much as Scorch knows it isn't likely, another part of him insists there could have been. But there's always something, in his mind. If this, or what if that. Nothing that would do any good now, and it eats at him every time he lets those thoughts slip in.

"Kal'buir gave Enacca strict instructions to get me off the planet if she deemed it necessary. She basically carried me onto a shuttle and took me off the planet, telling me wookies were the best chance for finding Sev, since they actually knew the area." She still wishes she was given a proper amount of time to try to do something. "I tried to find him, using the Force, but there were so many emotions from so many sources to try to sift through..."

There was too much pain and fear for her to be able to find a single individual in the melange.

     Enacca. He remembers the female Wookie well enough. That made sense, he supposes. Skirata always looked out for his own, and Etain had pretty much been adopted into his growing Mando family. She had a son too, she'd told them as much on Kashyyyk.

     His hands on the table had slowly balled into fists. She tried. She said she'd tried. It's more than anyone else had done, and Scorch only wishes that she had been successful in locating Sev. But she hadn't had a chance either. Would she have been able to if Skirata hadn't had Enacca hustle her homeward? No, that's not a fair thing to ask, and he can't hold anything against Etain for trying. It makes him feel better, but not by all that much.

     He swallows, his silence telling.

Etain reaches out to rest her hands on his, squeezing them gently, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to feel it through the armor. "She told me she'd go back to help look. Although with everything going on, I don't know if she had the chance. The Council found out something--I don't know what. And, well."

She gives him the ghost of a smile. "At least Enacca carrying me off meant you were spared the decision whether to actually shoot me, or take off with me. Considering Vau had been helping Kal'buir with what he'd been working on for all of you, I doubt he would have complained if you showed up on Mandalore. Which is where I should have told Enacca to take me instead of Coruscant. If I hadn't wanted to tell General Zey why I resigned..."

She shakes her head. It doesn't particularly matter anymore.

     He can see well enough, jerking his hand back from her's, although not very far. His thoughts are reeling, wavering between slight relief that someone might be out looking for his brother yet, buffeted against the anger at himself for not being the one who was out there.

     It takes him a moment, but the rest of what Etain has to say begins to register. Brows furrowing, he lifts his head to look at her.

     "Wait, wait, wait- what happened with the Jedi? Why would I shoot you?" He was mad then, but not necessarily at her.

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