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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

[professorsong]

"And whoever said that can't be fun?" she asked. "Some of us just see things differently, sweetie. Just think about it, every time I've ever been fatally shot, it's worked out pretty well for me."

[professorsong]

She gave him a smile. "I'm not hurt about it, so I don't see why you should be. And you did try to stop it from happening. But every time... it turned out rather well, now didn't it? You can be gloomy all you want, I won't try to change that. Well.... not much." she grinned a bit. "But that doesn't mean for one second I have to be gloomy with you. Every sad moment can also be a happy one. It's not the moment that is happy or sad, but what you do with it, and what you do after it."

And that was terribly speechy.

[professorsong]

She gave a small sigh. "I can't do anything to fill in that hole," she said gently. "All I can do is help you with the here and now, with the future, and with other parts of the past. For what is missing.... all we can do is do what we always do. Run."

She offered him her hand, but would not be offended if he chose not to take it.

[professorsong]

She closes her hand around his and nodded. "Alright then."

She wanted to say more, wanted to ask what he wanted to do instead, but... he was a Time Lord, he was her</> Time Lord. So, she did what she did best, and what he valued perhaps most. She gave him time. A gift precious and infamous in turn, understood by them as much as any living beings could understood it, and yet still held in terror and awe.

As I now hear the helping hands in my head "Yes, which way?" "Would you like us to let go?"

[professorsong]

"Once we leave the room, one way is as good as another, unless you know something about this place that I don't. Shall we let the wind decide? Wherever it is blowing, we walk towards it?"

[professorsong]

"Not Poetic," she said with a grin, as she walked through the door. "Most people would take the path of least resistance. If we want to see something other than what most people see, we simply... have to find a rough path and take it." She smiled back at him over her shoulder.

[professorsong]

"You think we could steal one and head back out?" she asked. She hadn't been able to focus much on the ride in. But stealing a ship and running away? That seemed very them. She liked that plan.

[professorsong]

"Then let's do that," she said, simply. It was very very her. He'd learn, eventually. She had replayed for herself over and over all that he had learned before she realized who he was. To her defense, he shouldn't have had any more regenerations. She supposed she had given him more than she had realized when she saved him from the judas tree poison.

[professorsong]

"A motor we can sonic," she pointed out. "A boat without we'd have more work for." Either was fine with her, but two sonics, no waiting, whyever not?

She returned the squeeze, happily.

Warning, won't be around today probably. Probably going to the ER for my tooth pain.

[professorsong]

"Nothing at all," she agreed.

Apparently it isn't dental, not sure what it is, on meds, will be bad this week

[professorsong]

She could answer that one, and she could tell he needed the answer, but... But the rules were his rules. He told her what to answer, and what not to answer, and she generally danced all around that line.

The line told her that a straight answer was not to be given, but she couldn't just say "Spoilers" and let that be that. She could tell the damage that could do to them, but worse... to him.

So she danced. She said something that would temper the joy with a mild anger at her, that would keep him from asking follow up questions she could not dare answer. So she said simply, "Actually, my love, You helped me steal her." There, she didn't say that he had her first. That he was helping her steal the Tardis from him. There were a lot of things it could mean, and it implied a lie. Something both true and false. Enough of an answer to give him hope, and little enough to lead him to the wrong questions, to questions she can simply tease away and avoid.

Fair enough.

[professorsong]

She turned to face him, sighing softly. She even took the risk of touching his face with her hand. "My love, On he Byzantine you were a mad man with a box. You have always been a mad man with a box, you will always be a mad man with a box, and these are your rules, Sweetie, not mine. In so much as I can answer, I have."


She loved him with all that she is, all that she would ever be... for what little value that might have. And she would defend him, against herself if need be. But sometimes she ached to fully break his rules. Usually for the sake of her own heart. This time for the sake of both of his.