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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

[frankensteinian]

That was an application of his mutation that he hadn't realized, at first, because he'd thought of it as only controlling metal, and then one day he'd realized that if he could move other objects through the air with it, then he should be able to do the same thing with himself, as long as he was wearing or carrying metal somewhere. At least he doesn't do it all the time.

"I expect not, if you can travel like that." He takes a moment to think over what he remembers. "No. I was outside my house, and then I was on that boat."

[magneticxman]

"You really can't feel it?" She asked, her smile fading, replaced by an intensity that might be familiar if he had ever looked in a mirror. "I can feel you. You're like. . . Nevermind."

She sighed and shook her head. "Your story is like a lot of people's here. Not just your capture, either."

Hinting was a bad idea, but she couldn't help herself. He was a version of her father after all, and she desperately wanted him to acknowledge that.

[frankensteinian]

"I don't know what I feel right now." His disheveled appearance can back him up on that. There's so much clouding his mind right now that he's only processing half of their conversation.

"I suppose if they can bring us here, that means we won't be leaving, either?" He doesn't even know if he wants to.

[magneticxman]

"It's better than home here. I've never really tried to leave. But I don't think there's a way out, no."

She gently set a hand on his arm. "What house number are you? There will be fresh clothes and a shower there."

[frankensteinian]

"There's nothing for me to go back to anyway." It's the first time he's even admitted it to himself. Whoever talked to the police will still be there when he gets back. It's not like there are a lot of people leaving town or anything.

Right. Shower. He looks down at his dirty clothes. He could use some more of those too. Then he looks over at her hand where it rests on his arm, and finally up at her again. "Why do you care?"

[magneticxman]

Lorna almost laughed at his question. It seemed absurd to her, but from his perspective of course he would be suspicious. "I'm from. . . Let's say a universe like yours. Maybe it even is yours. Who knows? But I know a version of you from your future. You're. . ."

This wasn't the time, probably, to admit how close their relationship was (at least on a biological level). "You're a big leader in the mutant community."

[frankensteinian]

He scoffs and turns away again. "No, that's not the world I'm from." He doesn't see how even in the future, he could be anyone other than what he is right now.

[magneticxman]

She shrugged. "Whatever you say. I won't argue with you about it." There were better things to waste her breath on. "You can have whatever life you like here. Well," she added quickly, "almost any. You can build a new life here. Nobody's going to hunt you down here."

[frankensteinian]

So many people have said that, and it never turned out to be true. He had tried to build a new life and all that that had resulted in was the death of innocent people.

"I should get inside."

[magneticxman]

"Of course. Do you know how to cook? I could bring you dinner."

[frankensteinian]

"That's a skill I never quite picked up." He'd never had the opportunity, or the need. So he could actually use some food.

"You're really doing this because you know me in the future?"

[magneticxman]

"I'm doing this because of a lot of things. Mostly because I'm a nice person. I know you haven't had a lot of that, probably. Which makes me want to help you more. It's a vicious cycle." She gave him a wry smile. "You're better off just letting me mother you a little. I could use the practice."

[frankensteinian]

His face remains impassive but there's a tightening in his chest. He has lost so much, in his entire life, and here's someone offering the very thing he's lost, when she doesn't even have to. He turns away until he can compose himself.

"You know me in the future, you're from a world similar to my own, you're not human. You're a mutant?"

[magneticxman]

"What gave it away, the flying or the hair?" She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "My father is a mutant, my siblings are mutants, I think my mother was a mutant. It would be weird if I wasn't a mutant."

[frankensteinian]

"I haven't heard of many families of mutants. I have been away from that for awhile though." When the whole world is looking for you, you hide away and don't call attention to yourself.

"You think she was a mutant? You're not sure?"

[magneticxman]

"It's not a first meeting story. Come on, let's get some food and get you cleaned up."

She delicately took the directions to his house out of his hand and lifted them both up, high enough that she could deposit them down in a straight line onto his lawn.

[frankensteinian]

"Those should probably happen in the other order." He would really like to get cleaned up, now that he's had a little time for his head to clear. He could use more time, too, to get his bearings. "So at least when they kidnap us, they're thoughtful enough to give us shelter and clothing."

[magneticxman]

"The houses are nice, too. I'm worried I'll be housed alone again. I do better with a roommate."

She strode into the house like she owned it, headed straight towards the kitchen. "The shower is upstairs, along with the bedroom and clothing. I'll get dinner going."

[frankensteinian]

He's more than a little flabbergasted when she just walks right into the house without even asking. There aren't many who would do that. He follows her in. "There's food in here too?"

[magneticxman]

"A little bit. Enough to get by until you settle into a job." One of the things she'd gotten from her father, other than her powers, was her ability to take charge when it seemed necessary.

[frankensteinian]

A job? "Someone thought of everything, didn't they." He watches her for a moment. "I should...probably leave you to it."

[magneticxman]

"Someone did. I think the natives are the ones who stock the houses, though the clothing all fits no matter who you are so. . ." She shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm a good cook and I'll have something done once you've cleaned up."

Soon the kitchen was full of flying pots and utensils as Lorna got to work making a rather large meal. He'd probably want leftovers the next day.

[frankensteinian]

He wanders upstairs in search of a shower and clean clothes, still not sure why he's letting her into his house like this. It does help that she's a mutant, at least.

When he comes back downstairs, he's in clean clothes, and he'd even found a razor for a shave. He catches the tail end of the pots flying everywhere. "That's one way to do it. It's not something you see every day." Unless you're him.

[magneticxman]

While he collected himself Lorna made spaghetti and steamed vegetables. It would keep well as leftovers and it didn't take much time.

Erik looked a lot better when he was cleaned up. Lorna smiled again and nodded in response to his statement. "Only in my kitchen. Using my powers helps me keep my head clear."

[frankensteinian]

"I haven't met anyone with the same powers as me before." Not that he doesn't think it's possible, because obviously it is, he just hasn't seen cases of mutations overlapping before. "What must meals have been like at your house, with a whole family of you."