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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!

Comments

It's fine, I was able to figure it out :D We like to keep doing sleep scenes with them...

[professorsong]

He might feel like it was all that he could offer, as though it were a pittance. But his hand in hers while she slept? More than she could have hoped for, more than she would have ever asked for. He was with her, staying with her. Watching over her. Who could ever even dream of more?

She loved running with the Doctor, always had, always would. But that was most of what they did. Run. Argue. Flirt. Save the day.

So moments of quiet, like this? They were special. Wonderful. Her only regret would be that she was asleep, and not fully aware it was even happening. But then... maybe that was the only way that it could.

In her sleep, her fingers curled around his. Not tight enough to trap, just enough... to hold, to have, to connect.

If she ever learned that, she'd be so touched. She might just melt, internally.

[professorsong]

The comfort of his hand, knowing she some how survived, his nearness.... she slept longer than she had anticipated, longer than she would have guessed she ever could. Between the work the medical team had done on her, his presence, and the sleep, when she woke up, naturally, she was much healed. Hungry. But... that could wait.

A small lazy smile worked its way across her lips as her opened and she saw him, realized he still held her hand. Physical affection from her bow-tied boy, she enjoyed. But since this Doctor touched so much more rarely, it was so much more special. How long had he been holding her hand? Since she didn't recall taking his hand... had he taken hers? Warmth filled her as she smiled at him, laying on her side, facing him,

"Hello, Sweetie."

:D

[professorsong]

She nodded, sitting up. "Better than I expected, my love. Was I long, then?" If he was still there, she doubted it was more than an hour or two, but it certainly felt like more.

And yes, she is going to keep looking at him, this him that way.

[professorsong]

"I fell in love with and married the Doctor," she said, amused as she stood, carefully testing that her legs would hold her. They did. "That is always a worry. But it's one I've learned to live with. So. New clothes for me. A gun, if we can find it, then find whoever brought us here and save the day, yes?" she asked, gathering her stuff together, sticking each thing wherever she could in the skintight get up she had been wearing under the space suit.

[professorsong]

She arched her brows at the bag, then went to go poke through it. How often this the Doctor actually invite her to go looking through his belongings. Not that she usually waited for an invitation, but still.

She was tempted to stick with what she had, but then a smile curled at her lips, a delicious idea forming. She started pulling clothes of his over her own, a few quick adjustments here and there as needed. Nothing that would last long, but that would hold well enough for now, which was all that was needed.

Soon she was in black trousers, a white button down shirt half unbuttoned over the jumpsuit. She considered the waistcoat, then smirking, pulled it on, buttoning it just so, making it make her seem that much more impressive, then the black jacket. That done, she began stashing her stuff in the waistband, pockets, and tucked into her shoes. She had to take the boots from the suit, sadly. Not much for choices, there. But still.

She walked over to him, it was cute how hard he was working to...not... look. "Well, I must say, I like the style." Which of course, was her way of saying "I wear it better" without saying that at all.

[professorsong]

She gave him a smile that was lightly teasing. "When have you and I ever touched a thing and not made it complex? And where would be the fun if we were otherwise?"

She offered her arm slightly, he was free to take it - or to not.

"We shall," she said simply. She eyed the suit, and then stopped. Frowned.

"I just had a rather nasty thought." She did rather hope she was wrong.

[professorsong]

She blinked, then gave him a sideways half smile, her eyes not leaving the suit. "That wasn't what I was thinking, but I'm glad to know it was what you were thinking," she said.

"I was thinking that the suit was in the Library, and now it is here. I'm wondering what the chance is that I just unwittingly released a swarm on this world," she said softly, eyes still on the suit probing for shadows that shouldn't be there.

[professorsong]

She smiled a bit. "I like when you try to think like me, it's fun to watch your face twist up in confusion."

She finally turned to look at him, then, seeming stunned. "And you don't think for a second that they could have, I don't know.. lied? Or taken precautions in case you were lying?"

He didn't normally seem so.... naive....

[professorsong]

She considered that. "Tell me, the date in the Library, was that before or after I was born?" she asked, dryly. "Before or after Demon's Run."

Because the Doctor's reputation went through many changes in the time she's known him. H's been known as he always was, he's been known as a great warrior who could turn armies about at the sound of his name, and he's been scarcely known at all. And he wouldn't have known how grandly his legacy would have changed, given how young he was, in the Library.

[professorsong]

She wasn't sure what he meant by... a thing. But she was hardly about to let that stop her. "Is that really how it sounds?" she asked, crossing her arms.

It would be so much easier if the had any clue what in the world he meant. Want... what to be a thing? The vashta nerada being here? His psudo-flity comment about the space suit? Well, she appreciates that he tried. His reputation? Staying in this room? Or given that this was the Doctor, could it be something else entirely. Usually she was perfectly fine with playing the game, figuring him out. But now, she just wasn't sure, and was concerning, because she didn't want to ruin the surprisingly wonderful way she woke up, and what had been there, then.

[professorsong]

Arguing. So the suit or the flirting. She could work with that.

"Arguing? Whose arguing?" she asked. It was probably the vashta nerada. Probably. With the Doctor, though, it could still be anything.

[professorsong]

She nods. "Alright then. If you are sure, why are we still standing here?" It will be her own private worry, but that was fine. "Shall we go?"

[professorsong]

She made a small noise at him that was almost a snort of laughter. "I think, perhaps, we are ahead of each other. Of course, when it came to the Library, I suppose you've always been ahead of me, my love."

She leads the way out, taking a seemingly casual note of everything, hands folded behind her back as if demurely, but really so she could reach her weapon more easily, if need be.