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Medietas Mods ([personal profile] medietas_mods) wrote in [community profile] medietas_ooc2016-09-10 02:14 pm
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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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Eleven | Stranger Things

[personal profile] subject011 2016-09-16 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] subject011 2016-09-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven scrambles back as the Doctor appears, pressing herself back against the wall. She's tempted to bolt, but between the wall and the dumpster, she hasn't really given herself enough space to make an escape. Her eyes are busy, though, darting back and forth to judge whether or not she can spring back to her feet and run before the Doctor would have a chance to grab her.

He doesn't even try, though - instead he's kneeling down, and talking to her - his accent is strange, but his tone is reassuring, and kind. She jumps when he extends his hand towards her, startled, and peers at him uncertainly. She's not really sure what to do with the hand - whether or not to take it to refuse. She supposes, if it's a trick, she could escape if she has to. Slowly, she extends her hand to grasp his.
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[personal profile] subject011 2016-09-26 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Eleven pauses when he gives her his name. What sort of name is 'the Doctor'? Is he another scientist? Someone else to whisk her off to another lab, in... whatever this place is?

No - no, he doesn't seem like any of the bad men back home. He seems nice. He's probably okay.

She pulls her hand away when he asks her name, and silently turns the palm of her left hand skyward to reveal the tattoo on her wrist. 011, it reads.
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[personal profile] subject011 2016-09-26 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Her head tilts quizzically when he asks if her tattoo counts down. She's never heard of such a thing. Count down how? Or to what? He moves on quickly, catching on that it's her name.

She nods, and offers a shy smile in confirmation.

Twelve? People call him Twelve? She wonders if he was an experiment too. Her curiousity is enough to finally encourage her to speak, although her voice is very quiet. "Why Twelve?"