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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

His loss is too recent to be going out and looking for that sort of thing, anyway. He's not as young as he used to be, either. "1983. I was in Poland."

"Poland?" Lorna asked, because that wasn't where he'd been then in her universe. "So we are definitely from different universes. I mean, unless you were just passing through. According to Charles's notes about you in my universe you were in Israel then."

Knocking her mom up.

"I wasn't just passing through. I had been living there for ten years." Lying low, evading capture, being a fugitive, whatever.

"Charles has notes about me?"

"Huh. Yeah that's different." Lorna said, trying her best not to say why Charles had notes on Erik. It wasn't a conversation that was likely to end well.

"Apparently that kind of thing can happen." According to the events in 1973, at least, when they were attempting to change the future.

"Does Charles have notes on others too, or does he only feel like he needs to keep an eye on me?"

Well, that went as well as she'd expected. "He has files on a lot of people." Which was technically true. "All of his students, his teachers, various other people of interest." Mass murderers, wanna be dictators, assholes.

"What does he do with all of this information he has on people?" He's not sure he trusts the motives there.

"I don't know what he does with it. I do know we used it for missions now and then, when the information was pertinent."

"You've seen these files?" Obviously she must have, or how does she know they exist?

Lorna nodded. "It helps to know teammates' strengths and weaknesses to balance out teams and use everyone to their best advantage. I've never looked a team of X-Men, but I attended strategy meetings often enough."

"That sounds like something Charles would do." He thinks it can all be boiled down to one thing or the other, when in fact it's much more complex than that. "He didn't just do this for teammates."

"That's correct." Lorna said, looking down at her fork. "Do you really want to know about a future that has nothing to do with you?"

"It might not even be the future of where I come from." Since it has been established that they're from different versions of the same place.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it's not. Which works out in your favor. It means I don't really know you." Which was something of a relief, really.

"If I'm that bad, I'm surprised you even want to." He knows he's not exactly popular among certain segments of the mutant populations, but he won't apologize for that.

Lorna shrugged. "Nobody's entirely evil. I have faith in humanity and that includes you. You've made mistakes and poor choices, but so have I and so has everyone alive. I won't give up on you, despite it all."

Charles has expressed similar sentiments, and it surprises him to hear it from someone else. Charles' reasons for thinking so are easy to brush aside, but he's not sure what to do with this. "There are those who would tell you you're wasting your time."

"Those people can eat a dick," Lorna said with a shrug. "Because I've seen a version of you that wanted to be a good father, and that's an important piece of actually being a good father."

"Only one version?" Though now he's wondering how many versions of him there are.

"so far. I haven't met many. The one from my home and two others. Plus you. I only met one of them once, so that should taken into account."

"It sounds like you've been to a lot of places." So has he, apparently, or at least versions of him.

Lorna sighed and put her chin in her hand. "Too many, I think. I was kidnapped the first time over a year ago. First it was a space ship, that's where I got pregnant, then here. Then here again and now today. I want to stay here, it's been the quietest so far and this is a safe place to raise Erika, whether she's a mutant or not."

That sounds like quite the story. Maybe one day he'll hear the whole thing. "Where did you go in between all of those places?"

"Nowhere. Just. . . poof from one place to the next." She shrugged. "I don't know what happened, but if I get sent home like this I am going to lose my shit."

Anywhere was better than home for her baby.

"That sounds tiring." He can see how it would get old. "Hopefully it's over then."

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