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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I always wanted it, Neal. [Not necessarily Tallahassee, specifically. More just somewhere to belong. Knowing that there was someone who wanted her to belong with them.]

It's what every orphan wants. [She's sure he'd agree on that matter, at least.]

You also told me that I should find Tallahassee, even if it's not with you. For years I didn't think I wanted it, but I do. Even after all this.

[He understands what it's like to be orphaned which is perhaps why him and Emma clicked so easily years ago.]

Then you'll find it.

[He can't stop his smile. She was so much stronger now and he is happy to see that she's found what she wants.]

What about you? What do you want?

[She might be the first person in his life who actually cares about that.]

[Emma is one of only a few who ever cared about Neal's happiness. The fact that she still does is amazing and something that he won't take for granted. He's lucky that she's here, even with their shaky past.]

The same thing... [He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.] You know, someday.

[Neal thought that he had a plan for the future but now he's here. He doesn't know how long he'll be here either and that worries him.]

You'll find it. [She knows the reality of it, of course, but she also knows he had seemed pretty content at the end.]

Both of us. Although there is something I should tell you.

Yeah? What's that?

[He's pretty sure that she has a lot to tell him and really, he has a few things to tell her but then he wonders if she already knows.]

[She's started this now, there's no turning back, and anyway, he should know. The best way is just to come out and tell him.]

You have a son. His name's Henry.

[Neal stares at Emma for a very long time. The expression on his face shifts from emotion to emotion as his mind and heart wrestle with that new piece of news. Neal isn't always the best at hiding his emotions and each one flickers across his features before being replaced by the next: shock, disbelief, anger, hope.]

I have a son?

[He doesn't mean to phrase it like a question but hearing the words spoken aloud and by his own lips made them feel more tangible like something he could touch. He clears his throat and tries his best not to look emotional.]

You said you ran into me before. Was Henry there? [He feels his heart lurch in his chest as a sense of failure settles over his shoulders. Is he just as bad as his own father? Leaving a son to grow up alone? It's a very real and heavy weight against Neal's heart.]

Yes, he was there. [For reasons she won't go into right now. Suffice it to say she thought that was safest.]

I knew we were going to find...your father's son. [Looks like they're ripping off that particular bandaid, too.] I didn't know that would be...you.

[Neal nods, swallowing a torrent of emotions before reaching for his drink. It's almost empty now but he doesn't bother to order another. He wants to meet Henry more than anything in the world though he knows that his son might not be here. Now he has a reason to get home, someone he has to find.]

We didn't talk about the past much.

[He likes to keep his past in his past and one of the reasons he liked Emma was because she never asked.]

I know. We didn't really need to. [She'd known he had no family left and didn't really want to talk about it, and since she had no family to talk about, she saw no point in pressing the issue.]

I remember the nightmares you used to have.

[Neal looks down towards his empty glass, a small puff of air expelling from his lungs. He still gets nightmares. In his mind his past will always haunt him.]

Yeah?

[His reply sounds breathy and unsure. He isn't sure if he wants to talk about it or not.]

[She reaches out with her hand and puts it down next to his, not quite touching. She's not sure if he wants the physical contact.]

I know why you had them. [The past has come up, so there's no need to mention it here if he doesn't want to.]

Henry's here.

[Neal moves his hand to lightly cover hers. He doesn't say anything more on the subject but instead stares at Emma as if she's a single drop of water amidst a desert.]

He's here? [Hope isn't something Neal feels often but that's what's swelling within his chest.]

What does he remember?

[He hates all this time crap.]

[She curls her fingertips around his, a small echo of what Henry had done when he arrived here again.]

He knows you. He'll be happy to know that you're here.

[Neal feels himself smile though there is a knot of worry that twists in his stomach.]

I'd like to meet him.

He's at home, and that's where I'm going as soon as I finish this, so you can meet him right now if you want.

[She should probably call Henry first and let him know that Neal won't remember him.]

tdm

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