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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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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.

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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."

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Jace's hand automatically moved to his parabatai rune, but he quickly let it drop to his side, fingers loose, relaxed. His expression became guarded the moment he realized his mistake. But he was seeing Alec. Maybe he had thought of Alec so often recently he was imagining him.

He looked away, gaze skirting the bar the way he'd kept to the outside. Catching the details without having to focus.

"Would I be here for any other reason?"

He missed the real Alec and moments like this. More than he could freely admit even to himself.

"Get out of my head, Alec. I came here to stop thinking."

The rune was in the same place as his Jace's but Alec knew that this couldn't be his parabatai. He'd know it if Jace as on the islands, if he was anywhere in the same reality as Alec. But the reactions were the same ones he expected. The evasion and the inability to meet his eyes when Alec caught him before he did something reckless or foolish.

"Maybe to visit me at work," Alec snarked gently. Jace probably wouldn't have known that he worked at the bar, but it wouldn't have been difficult to figure out a Shadowhunter was there if someone mentioned the runes that Alec didn't cover up when he was working around vampires. Better to have to explain away the marks on his skin than get bespelled by one of the customers.

"I know you've said I'm your conscience but I didn't think you meant it literally." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair but didn't move away from Jace. "I can't let you start a fight but I can probably leave early and you can kick my ass until you stop thinking."

"You work in a vampire bar?" Jace huffed out a unamused laugh and unconsciously tensed. "I really have lost my mind if I'm imagining you working here just so you could scold me for wanting to start a fight."

He closed his eyes and not for the first or last time thought of how much he missed Alec.

"Yes, I work at a vampire bar." Rolling his eyes at Jace's reaction, he let out a sigh. "I'm not going to argue over your sanity when I've been telling you that you're crazy for years but you're not imagining me. I work here because the vampires can't play games with me. Someone has to keep the Mundanes safe."

It hurt to watch this Jace, seeing someone so similar to his parabatai but knowing that this wasn't the Jace he grew up with. This one was different somehow. More on edge like the boy who had watched his father die. Similar but different. Like the Izzy he was beginning to think of as his sister as much as the teenager back home. "What do I have to do to convince you that I'm really here."

"Tell me something only you and I would know. No. That doesn't work because being a physical manifestation of my thoughts and feelings means you know everything that I know."

Sarcasm. It's what he's best at. Other than fighting and killing.

"You can't be here. I left you in Idris. You're doing what I failed to do. Now amy I please be allowed to pick a fight. That vampire over there looks like a nice challenge even for me."

He noticed the tall white-eyed guy with bone handled sword looking his way.

"I could tell you about some of the kinky things I've done with Magnus. They're not things you know about but it might squick you into believing I'm real," Alec snarked. "Being more angelic than me doesn't mean you can dream up physical copies of your parabatai."

Idris? Remembering what Gabriel had said about people being pulled from different times, he tried to think of when Jace would have left him. The first war when Alec had been fighting with Magnus or after Sebastian had been trying to take out all the Shadowhunters? "No you aren't allowed to pick a fight. If you do I'll go with you."

Noticing the vampire with the sword, Alec decided that improvising would probably be the best deterrent for his almost parabatai. "What if I'm real, Jace, and I get hurt because you decided it'd be fun to pick om some kind of vamp we've never fought before?"

"You and Magnus..you're having sex?" Not that he was interested in the details or the kinky things, but trying to imagine Alec having sex. Okay. He really shouldn't be trying to imagine Alec having sex. "No. Don't answer. I don't have a right to even ask."

"If you're real and you get hurt...I just need...something!" He felt like he was losing his mind and having a conversation with imaginary Alec wasn't helping.

Rolling his eyes, Alec began reconsidering the time frame Jace might be from. Before Alec's first date with Magnus? No, they hadn't been to Idris before then. Maybe this Jace's Alec hadn't met Magnus? In Izzy's reality they'd been dating. Alec had assumed that in others he must have ended up with the High Warlock of Brooklyn too. "Remember the bite mark on my neck?" They hadn't technically done anything more than make out but it should be proof that Alec had been thinking of more than just playing Scrabble with Magnus.

But Jace's answers were strange. Not quite aligning with what Alec would expect from any version of his parabatai. Having the right to ask had never stopped Jace from questioning him about his relationships. Grabbing Jace's arm, he started leading him toward one of the out of the way booths. He could still see what was going on and talk to Jace. "My shift's done soon. Then we can find something to do that doesn't involve us getting beat up."

Never had Quinlan known humans to willingly give themselves over to vampires. Of course, in literature it occurred with disturbing frequency, as humanity had, ingrained deep within them, a need for death and violence. It seduced them, and this fascination with death spilled out into every facet of their numerous cultures. Still, the dhampir required blood, and to have it given willingly was a boon in this alien place.

Even with his hood raised, his inhumanly smooth gait, chalk white skin, and ice-white eyes gave him away as something other than human as he scanned the bar, also skirting rather than making himself at home. He wore his sword openly as well, the hilt made of a carved human femur, visible over his right shoulder. He wasn't here for a fight, though. If he was, he'd have already started one. No, he'd come to drink, but first he would observe.

His eyes found the blond stranger across the room and he raised a single, hairless brow at the sight. If he knew body language, which he'd studied closely over the last two thousands years of like, he knew a fellow hunter when he saw one.

Even more curious...

Well, well. What did they have here? Back home, nephilim basically didn't exist. Here? They seem to be climbing out of the woodwork. Michael would disapprove, Gabriel was sure.

He doesn't bother being subtle about his arrival, just appearing with his arms folded across his chest and leaning against a wall. "If you want a drink, the Roadhouse might be more your speed. Fewer vampires, more hunters."

Jace stopped his prowling long enough to look the guy over. Head to toe. Not impressed, he decided, crossing his arms as well.

"Thanks for the unsolicited advice, but Vampires are closer to my speed."

He'll check out the Roadhouse after he works out a bit of unwanted energy, but only because the alcohol helps to dull the pain.

"Oh goody. You're one of those," Gabriel says dryly. Gabriel sees that chip on your shoulder. Although... Hmm. Nephilim that feels like Alec and Izzy's sort, check. In a bar, possibly looking to cause problems, check. Well, well. Gabriel is pretty sure he knows who this guy is, thanks to his talk with Alec the first time they met.

"You wouldn't be planning to start a bar fight, would you, Jace?" Gabriel asks with raised eyebrows, taking a well-educated guess. One he could confirm telepathically, but this way was more fun.

"You wouldn't be planning to stop one, would you?" Jace asks with lowered eyebrows.

Yes, he's glaring and suspicious of anyone who knows his name.

He doesn't bother with the whole leaning in and whispering the way he did with Simon-nope not going to think about Simon right now-he's just going to walk right past. "Here is some unsolicited advice for you. Don't."

"And a life tip in return. Pay attention to what you're talking to, lest you get an extremely nasty surprise," Gabriel says pleasantly. "Alec's told me about you and I think he might be a little upset if you get your ass smote."

Not that he actually plans to smite Jace. He's just giving him a warning that, if he has any smarts at all, will tell him what he's dealing with.

"Don't." Jace doesn't hold back the level of anger in that one single word or the warning look in his eyes. All of which almost instantly melts away the moment he registers Alec's name. Almost.

"How do you know Alec?" He's back to being suspicious because he left Alec in Idris. Alive, he hopes.

"Because he showed up in that bar I mentioned to see if anyone he knows got dropped here. Good kid. Very polite." Also faster on the uptake, than this one, apparently. Gabriel mentally tentatively sticks Jace in the potential pain in the ass category.

"We talked about world differences to get the basics worked out so he wouldn't put his foot in it like the first Nephilim to show up who decided shouting at an archangel was a good idea." Spoilers: It was an incredibly bad one.

After the jokes about a 'really gay spider', there had been others about Spidey senses. If such a thing existed, it probably involved parabatai. Where one went, the other followed and when one was in trouble, the other knew it. Shrugging into his jacket, he was debating whether it was too late to call Sebastian when he felt like something was going to happen.

Cursing fluently in a few languages that Magnus had taught him, he headed in the direction that his instincts told him was correct. Ignoring the looks of annoyances he won from the customers, he stopped when he saw Jace... and Gabriel.

"Dammit, Jace. Quit being an idiot," Alec snapped, settling his gear over his shoulders while glaring at his... not quite parabatai. Not that it mattered at the moment since Jace seemed ready to a fight an Archangel. "You're about to get smote by an Archangel. A real one. For once listen to your parabatai before we both end up getting fried!" Alec wasn't sure if it would really hurt him too if Gabriel decided to teach Jace a lesson but it should cause him to hesitate long enough that Alec could hopefully talk him down from whatever was making him that reckless.

"Alec?" Jace momentarily forgot everything, including the fact that Alec was back home. He was so real. Too real. The voice, the 'quit being an idiot', even the way he moved. He knew Alec better than anyone because Alec was the better half of himself. He'd forgotten that part somewhere along the way to finding himself here.

It made him feel unexpectedly exposed to be staring at Alec as if he wanted nothing more than to hug him and hold on to him so he focused on something he could put between his imaginary parabatai and himself.

"You call this an archangel?" He attempted amused disbelief, but beneath that was uncertainty and the memory of an angel who had been tortured and used.

"Yes. I am," Gabriel says with a roll of his eyes before making a shooing motion at Jace, making him disappear from the bar to appear a few yards over the lake. It was probably best to take this out of the bar.

Then he sets a hand on Alec's shoulder to take the both of them to the edge of said lake. "So, why would him getting consequences affect you?" he says conversationally as he waits for Jace to make his way to shore.

For a moment all Alec could do was stare at the spot where Jace had been. Dread clawed its way up his throat while he waited for that feeling of emptiness that had been his only warning before the parabatai rune had started to burn. No, Jace couldn't be... Gabriel wouldn't do that. He was good. He wouldn't hurt Jace for being an idiot.

Before he could even process his thoughts, the bar disappeared and they were at a... lake? Reminding himself that he had to breathe, he focused on Gabriel instead of what could have happened. The rune didn't hurt... would it hurt if it wasn't his Jace?

The hand on his shoulder kept him from doing something stupid like trying to jump in after his not quite parabatai. "We're soul bound to each other. There's no other bond between Shadowhunters that's stronger. If one dies, the other usually follows." There were other, worse things, that happened to parabatai but Alec wasn't going to explain that when he was trying to see some sign of Jace getting out of the water.

Letting out a frustrated, impatient sound he called out to the other Shadowhunter. "Get over here and apologize before he does something worse than throw you in a lake!"

"NO!" Jace's voice echoed over the surface of the water, stubbornly refusing to move from where he's treading water. The lake reminded him of Idris. Of Clary and Valentine. He felt the flash of pain in his chest, saw the look in his fathers eyes. Valentine killed him on the shore of a lake like this one he thought, feeling slightly numb.

The numbness was a nice change. Maybe he would stay in the lake until he was so completely numb he could no longer tread water.

Gabriel gives Alec an incredulous look. "Who thought that was a good idea?"

In his experience, that sort of thing rarely turns out well. Then Jace continues to be an idiot and Gabriel rolls his eyes. "I know someone who can turn you into a fish if you feel you absolutely must stay in there!"

"The first two Shadowhunters. They created the ritual. It's based on a Biblical story." Alec was a history geek, focusing on details that most people didn't bother with but the origins and complexities of the ritual had been lost over the years. Or no one had told them about them before they'd performed the ceremony. "David and Jonathan."

Realizing who exactly he was explaining their traditions to, Alec focused on the lake instead before he said anything too embarrassing. "We're supposed to be stronger together." Letting out an annoyed huff when he didn't hear Jace moving toward shore, he muttered under his breath. "And one of them is usually an idiot and the other has to drag him out of trouble."

Dragging off his jacket, he stalked toward the water. "If you don't come out of there, I'm going in and you are not going to be happy when we're on solid ground."

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