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[medietas_mods]

Welcome to Medietas! Do you have an interest in joining the game? Is there an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, perhaps you're 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! 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. 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 and do!

2. Islands: There is definitely some weirdness going on around the islands from the sidewalks that glow to the mysterious energy that doesn't seem to have any direct source. There are statues that hum softly and seem to grow every so often. And what is with these bridges? Go forth and investigate! Puzzles are FUN!

3. PARTY: Every month or so there's always a celebration somewhere, be it on Mulciber, Imber, Mundus, or Eurus! Eat, drink, dance, talk among the other islanders. It's about making new friends and enjoying yourself, right? Even if you have been stolen away from your homeworld to a bunch of floating islands.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

Kendall Morgan | Power Rangers Dino Charge

[galactic_blast]

2.

The islands were an interesting thing, all things considered. While Kendall's desire to go home was strong, the curious nature of her very scientific core was running at full capacity.

Panning her Dino Comm around, she checked the readout, while wishing for a laptop. The energy source was still unknown but it gave of a distinct wavelength that she was interested in. She had heard the stories and made a thoughtful hum, pacing around.

"Interesting. The energy signature can't be quantified, but it has a very stable wavelength. I can't tell where it begins though..."


3.

Kendall was also for parties.

This one was a bit of a shindig at the very least, and Kendall was sipping a drink to the side. Large crowds she could handle easily. It's just not knowing anywhere. But this was more like a Carnival, and she tapped her foot in time with the music.

Kendall found herself humming a song that Koda had taught her but there were no lyrics to it. None that she knew of at least, and she found herself getting into the party. People can come and bug her, obviously.

Re: Kendall Morgan | Power Rangers Dino Charge

[killedzordon]

2!

Andros was doing the same thing with his AMScanner, although this one had been built on the island for this exact reason. He was tired of energy signatures and energy based security systems he couldn't figure out. There was a time when he would have given anything for an energy signature in hopes of finding Zordon, and now? He had an energy signature and didn't know what to do with it. He couldn't find its origin or what it was doing, although it definitely had something to do with the weird statues.

"Kendall. Did you find anything?"

Jake Jensen | The Losers (2010)

[letsgogirls]

o1. Settling In

Jake had been there long enough to find his house and get a basic layout of the joint, but he's making a more concentrated push to figure out Medietas, and why the fuck he was there. And where exactly was this place? The fuck is going on with the bridges? Jake might be staring at the rainbow bridges in confusion. That doesn't seem safe.

He'll be spotted at the markets, various shops, around his house on Eurus, and on the other islands, being a nosy, paranoid SpecOps officer. Who happens to look a little bit like some other dude. If he had a beard and wore glasses.

o2. Party - Whichever Island you want him

Jake's scoping out the party scene and would probably be wearing a pink t-shirt under his jacket, and looking a bit uncomfortable. He's not sure who's going to be friendly, and he's having some anxiety. But he looks friendly enough, if a bit awkward.

01.

[democratically]

Her clothing may well still set her apart. While there are some pieces that Padmé has adapted to with this place, she still prefers attire that is similar to the style that she has known. Slightly elaborate, although moderate at the same time.

She's at the market today, with no real plan in mind, other than seeing what it has to offer. She still needs to seek employment, she knows, but it is still the question of what. Having been before, there is one vendor that Padmé particularly enjoys, and noting that there is another patron there, she politely asks. "Excuse me. May I squeeze by you?"

Tess | The Last of Us

[nowthatsfunny]

[ New Arrival ]

No.

That's her first, and only, thought when she finds herself on a fucking boat in the sky. Either she's dead, and this is, what, some kind of fucked up afterlife? Or she's somehow still alive, and she needs to get away from all these people. Soon.

Her neck still throbs, and she has no privacy to check it. Her sides ache, and her lip is swollen. She can still feel the cuts and bruises she sustained over the last couple of days. This is - wrong, somehow - isn't being dead supposed to take all the pain away?

As soon as the boat lands, she scrambles off, pushing her way past anyone well-meaning enough to try and give her the rundown of the place. She's got some kind of a - a cell phone, or something, and a map, but she doesn't pay much attention to them, focused almost entirely on getting as far away from people as she possibly can, before it's too late.

"Don't touch me!" she says, her voice a harsh, rasping growl, if anyone dares to impede her. Her hand goes for a weapon which isn't there. "Get out of my way."

Re: Tess | The Last of Us

[aversiontorats]

"I don't think anyone wants to impede you, miss. Are you okay?" Fet's eyes tracked her coming off the boats, and into the more crowded docks area, and he made his way near. He had a thing, a hunter's eye, and predators, or fighters, always looked the same, no matter what race or fight they'd been in.

He waded through the crowd, his 6'10" muscled form parting it like a sea parted by some ancient prophet, and he shifted as he held that aisle open out of the crowd for her.

"Closest place to sit and breathe is that way." His hand pointed toward the tables just downing down one street, at an outdoor cafe. Because from the sound of her, the look of her, she needed it.

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians

[frostedoverland]

Getting Started

Jack Frost found Imber, an island resort that, despite this whole floating islands bit, came with beautiful waves. He wasn't sure what to do with himself and this place he found himself in. He had some information from the locals, but it didn't really help his feeling disconnected from the planet. This wasn't his world and he could feel it,even if the wind of this planet was willing to let him fly and play nice. It certainly never dealt with a winter sprite like him and Jack at least felt comforted by the curiosity. But now, he had some crystal clear waters to freeze.

Jack flew between the waves, his staff freezing them in place, allowing him to slide down the back easily before in inevitably broke apart, scattering quickly melting ice along the way. Jack's laughter grew as he froze more and more, jumping to and fro, his hoodie wet and freezing from the water. He loved the smell of the ocean, even its warmth. It wasn't overbearing like the deserts, and the humidity was bearable with Jack keeping the air around him somewhat cool.

His staff spun and swirled in the air, aiding the shepherd of winter in this watery, fun dance.

[1000memories]

Yuna loved the beach, it reminded her of home and the wonderful memories she had there. She stood on the beach now and looked out as memory's flooded through her head. She'd miss her home and her friends but she knew that she'd see them again one day. This was her story and she was going to make the best of it.

The slight chill and glittering ice caught her miss-matched gaze. Her head turned towards Jack while a smile tugged at her lips.

"Isn't it a little warm for winter?" She called out though she didn't think the boy would hear her.

Mako Mori | PacRim

[makomori]

01. Network [text]

[a text pops up on the network, with a single question.]
Anyone else a little wary of the ocean on a floating island?

02. Settling In

Mako's trying to not side eye the ocean near her new home too much as she tries to get herself settled in this strange new place. But at least this place doesn't have rationing, or signs that they were under siege, or was. Since they don't have a Breach here. Maybe. Maybe they did have one and they were in some odd universe. But first, groceries. And maybe a job.

[Mako can be seen at the market, or at the blacksmith's shop, or maybe even on Imber's beach, looking askance at the ocean. On a floating island.]

Re: Mako Mori | PacRim

[galactic_blast]

02.


The beach was soothing for Kendall in a stark contrast to Mako's trepidation. Having been bonded with a aquatic Dinosaur through her Energem, Kendall was letting the sea breeze wash over her.

She noticed Mako there, and nodded at her. "Come to check out the view?"

Cole | Dragon Age Inquisition

[fadeling]

3.

((Check out here for world-state info. Let me know if you need me to assume something else!))

The Inquisition had parties too--or else, they'd been invited to more than a few. They were always intriguing because he knew the secrets the faces were hiding behind the happiness. That one was afraid of losing her husband to the younger women, this one wanting to do unkind things to the person he was speaking to, them, dying to be noticed by that one person across the room pretending not to see them. And all the other sadnesses that they were hiding from the rest of the world. They're obvious if you know how to listen. And he'd had more than enough practice at that.

And yet, he wasn't idle, listening and watching off in one corner. He flitted between the guests, unseen and unheard until he wanted to be--a shadow of a shadow of a thought that may or may not have been real. A whispered word here, a hidden hand there, helping the hurts he could hear before they could get louder. There were a lot of them. There always were. Even and especially in strange places like this.

And yet somehow, he's still seen stranger. In the Fade, in the Inquisition, he really couldn't have been too surprised, could he? Or, at least, he couldn't afford to be when there were so many new people to help, so many new hurts to heal.

Eventually he did come to a stop, pausing for a moment to breathe before he dove back into the helping again, a breath of air to keep himself from drowning in the overwhelming ocean of new people's feelings. When he spoke it was soft, and more to himself than anyone around him

"Loud and lingering, faces on faces to keep from finding. The masks are real and not real. How do they tell? What if it gets tangled, twisted and tied together like too much string? Can they pull it apart?"

Re: Cole | Dragon Age Inquisition

[forgottenthief]

And this was an interesting thing for the Thief. A creature that could pluck secrets from people's minds, not quite like him. Only of a certain type, but still as a creature of secrets the Thief in the Night was naturally drawn to him. Slightly from the shadows, letting them hide him but not actively trying to really hide, he watched the spirit.

"For some they probably can with the sources of their hurt not here, leaving them free to start anew. To become someone else. But what happens when people find out about who they used to be, eh?" the Thief asked as he stepped up next to the spirit, his shadow stretching out to touch Cole; not that it did much good. It was only a shadow after all.

Rachel Devereaux | OC

[littlebopeeps]

2.

[ If someone had warned her she was gonna wake up in another realm, Rachel would've gone to bed in something other than faded yoga pants and a ragged t-shirt. Thankfully there was some fairly plain-Jane clothes at her apartment...but no makeup. Not even a stick of concealer.

She at least tried to put her hair into some semblance of order before she used her device to send out an island-wide message, pleading for help. ]

Um. Hello? I'm sorry to bother you...all of you? But, um, is there a Sephora, around here, anywhere? Maybe a mall?

Oh, and somewhere to buy cat food?

Shaun Gilmore | Critical Role

[thirtygold]

1
There were many things to see and do, it seemed. Gilmore had taken his time to settle in, take a break from the heavy loads of protecting Whitestone. To be honest, he was a little relieved that he didn't have to worry about it for awhile, that he could rest and no harm could come to the city in his absence. Tal'Dorei had become something of a tenth hell in recent months, the civilization of it probably set back hundreds of years. It was a heavy thing to contemplate, and it was all assuming everyone lived past the coming conflict. Being able to put it down felt good.

So, of course, as soon as he was up to it, he found himself drawn to the market, perusing the various shops and stalls. Already he was imagining the sort of space he might carve out for himself here, sizing up the competition. He was probably getting ahead of himself. But it would take him some time to be able to stomach the possibility of going back to being a shop boy.

network, video
Well, I have to say, this seems like one of the better outcomes of an apocalypse.

[Only those who know this man will understand the real weight behind those words, because there's little hint of it in his tone, or the broad, clever smile on his face. His skin is swarthy, hair coarse and black, and he wears a small, carefully-braided goatee along with some pretty ostentatious purple and gold robes, open to reveal chest hair and a lot of gold chains.]

Allow me to introduce myself! The name's Shaun Gilmore, formerly of Emon and Gilmore's Glorious Goods, though it seems that I'm now a resident of Medietas, with hardly a thing to my name. Not to fret, though. I'll remedy that soon. I am nothing if not a shrewd businessman. [And another clever grin.]

[daggerdaggerdagger]

[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Well, I'm definitely looking forward to Gilmore's Glorious Goods' glorious rebirth.

Keyleth | Critical Role

[passedthrough]

Islands

[Keyleth is all over all of these islands, but mostly Mundus and Eurus. On the former, she's looking for any small animals (mostly because they're cute, but also because that's just how she is) and helping a few of the farms do better.

On Eurus she's just exploring. It's so amazing here, how could she not?]

Party

[Keyleth is also all over parties. Not as much as some of her friends, but the girl really likes all the good food and drinks and fun!

Mostly the drinks.

Someone please stop her from getting daydrunk again the girl has no tolerance somehow.

Or maybe stop her from the awkward druid shuffle she's trying to pull off?]

[daggerdaggerdagger]

[Vax is gonna steal that glass right from her hand. Mainly because he wants a drink and the drinks table is temporarily empty.

She can have it back after it's empty.]

Having fun, Kiki?

August W. Booth | Once Upon a Time

[unvarnished]

Party

Parties were dangerous places for August to find himself in. There were far too many temptations there. But he was in a new place, so it made sense to go where there were a lot of people to get a feel for what this place was like and who lived there, of course. He was making a valiant effort to not go overboard with the drinking, so there was that.

Network

This keyboard is a lot smaller than I'm used to, but I'll learn. A writer makes do with the tools at his disposal.

Who's got a really good story they want to share?

[trueloveskid]

Parties are honestly not her thing, but she's trying. She really does need to get out more, or at least that's what Henry keeps telling her, and she likes to keep an eye on things anyway and make sure things aren't getting out of hand. (It's an occupational hazard, even though she's definitely not the only law enforcement officer here.)

She's a little surprised tonight to see a familiar face at this party though. Somehow she'd missed his arrival. "August?"

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter

[courageous_wit]

Around the Islands

Naturally the first thing Hermione wanted to do after getting off the boat was find a bookstore. Which she managed very quickly. She meandered the shelves looking for any interesting titles. Once she found one, she snatched it and began adding it to a growing pile. Not that she had the money to pay for all of these, but she could make a list and come back later.

After spending loads of time in the bookstores, Hermione went around the islands just so she could get a feel for the place. She paused now and then to observe the glowing sidewalks and the humming statues.

Re: Hermione Granger | Harry Potter

[galactic_blast]

There's another person in the bookstore, just as interested in the books. However, she's taking pictures of various drawings in the books and getting a rather dirty look from the owner but the stack of books next to Kendall seemed to be growing in size.

Looking over at the newcomer, Kendall nodded. "Hello. Come to check out the bookstore too?"

Thalia Grace | PJ&O/HoO

[hunteresse]

1. Getting Settled: [a]
Clearly it was some form of torture. The worst kind of torture actually. She'd rather be having tea with Hera and wearing a pink frilly dress than be where she currently was. Thalia had come to the bridge leading off of the main island, and had stopped, quite suddenly. Already she could feel her stomach start to roll as her eyes glanced downward. Waking up on the ship had been bad enough, but by Hera's horrible face, this really was the Underworld.

The whole situation was ridiculous, Thalia thought, as she shoved her hands in to her pockets. Who, in Zeus' name, just gave someone a house? And who in Zeus' name would make such horrible bridges? There might have been a faint green cast to her face, although she wasn't just going to run around screaming that she hated heights. Yet she glared at it, as Thalia had never been weak in her life. She had run away from home at a young age and had survived for a number of years before turning in to a tree. Even afterward, the number of creatures that she had faced down had been astounding.

Yet there had to be a bridge, over a wide expanse of nothing, where one would just fall down... Under her breath she muttered, "Someone's having a joke, and that someone's going to be getting a punch to their face."

[b]
There hadn't been any surprises waiting for her once she had crossed the bridge and found her residence, at least any surprises beyond her own items. The shiny silver bracelet that was her copy of Aegis was on her wrist, and her collapsible spear on her belt, seemingly looking like a Mace canister. Tucked in her black boots were her two knives. Her Hunter's bow had been left back at her residence, if only because it would have been a bit too conspicuous.

She hadn't rested easily since arriving though, and even now there was a wariness that remained in her, like she was expecting something at any time. Her life had never been easy, not that she was going to cry over it, but the only time that she had started to feel peace was when she had joined the Hunters of Artemis. She hadn't found any of them here though, and a part of her wondered what they would be thinking. Still, she prowled, looking for answers.

As far as people went, she might create a unique picture. There was no tiara today, which might have been a good thing. Her shoulder length hair wasn't as spikey as it usually was, but her electric blue eyes still pierced out from under the dark eyeliner that circled her eyes. Her style would be classified as punkish, with a dark blue t-shirt and her tattered black jeans. "Where in Hades can one even get a good cheeseburger."

4. Wild Card
[create your own!]

UM. WAT.

[yearrounder]

A!

As much as Annabeth wanted to basically just stay in her house and not ever leave again, she, unfortunately shared it with Will. Which meant that he knew what she was trying and forced her outside. While she knew he meant well, it was absolutely infuriating. But she figured she'd better get herself outside for a walk or something before he threw her out the door and locked it behind her. Again.

Imagine the shock when she thought she saw someone she knew. Only it was too much of a surprise for her to even believe it. Not that she was upset or anything--the more demigods the better--but...well, she hadn't been expecting Thalia of all people.

Although judging from her expression, she wasn't too thrilled with the rainbow bridges. Couldn't exactly blame her for that. After Annabeth had gotten over her initial shock, she ran up to the other girl, looking incredulous.

"Thalia? Is it actually you or are they messing with us again?"

Furiosa | Mad Max: Fury Road | OTA

[stickshiftshiv]

Party

Whatever this was? Furiosa was having absolutely none of it. She kept to the outskirts of the party, arms crossed, face settled into a grim sort of frown that just seemed to come naturally. None of it was familiar and none of it was to be trusted. Had she died? Was this some sort of fever dream as she gasped her last? It was hard to tell, she didn’t feel injured, but if this was what came after (not Valhalla, never Valhalla) then wouldn’t that be the case?

She didn’t say a word, but was too uneasy to stay in one place for long. Prowling the outer perimeter of the area scrutinizing gaze sliding along trying to pick out faces in the crowd, trying to see if there was anyone familiar. But she doubted it. Most here looked… clean. Well-fed. Protected from the ravages of the beating sun and sand-scoured winds.

She’d never felt more out of her element than she did right then.

s h r i e k

[these_are_my_words]

She's not wearing a sheet. She's not even wearing white. Oh no, not her. Not when she can help it. It's a short dress that looks like armour and brown boots that are solid, stompy, fuck-off boots. There's a baby cradled against her, rather than a heavily pregnant belly.

But it's the Splendid Angharad, tall and golden and proud, scarred face still the same. A bit less desperate, her jaw not as tense. But her.

And she is staring.

"Furiosa?"

Jest | Heartless

[sleight_humor]

Network
un: jokesonme

Why is a raven like a writing-desk?

[yep he's starting off being a troll right away]

Islands

Anyone traveling on the islands might catch a performer. He wears a jester's outfit, all in black motley and a three-pointed hat with bells. For the onlookers he does various card tricks, juggling routines and a few other tricks. He doesn't seem to mind that he's in a strange, unexplained place.

Kevin Allaway | Original Character

[thewolfdude]

I. Getting Started

Initially, the shock of being surrounded by a multitude of different scents, some places or objects he's never encountered, others entire species that were alien, and the lack of any home scent, the absence of his marked territory, was a shock to his system. He felt lost, adrift, and immediately made his way, following the provided map, to the residence he'd been provided. Before Kevin could truly explore, his instincts needed to be satiated, and for a male werewolf, that meant marking territory as his own. The modest townhouse on the island the map called Mundus wasn't one he would have chosen, but it sufficed, and after shifting and doing his business, he immediately felt the pressure of dislocation subside.

He had a base to which to return. The rest of the island could be claimed later, as it hadn't already been by another male. Claiming the rest of the island seemed a logical next step, but having the townhouse gave him the leverage he needed to explore the rest of this new place. He'd never been dislocated by magic before, which was the only explanation he could come up with considering all the magic smells around him, but another scent caught his attention more than all the rampant energy.

Her. After she'd left, he hadn't thought he'd ever smell that scent again, but somehow, she was here. Her scent wasn't strong on Mundus, but he was able to follow it across the bridges to the desert of Mulciber, and to a place that made him grin as soon as he saw it.

"Dice, Dice, Baby, huh?" He laughed as he opened the door and stepped inside. "That's awesome."

4. Wild Card - VIDEO!

[When the video initializes, a grinning Kevin gives a mock salute.]

Hey, Medietas. What's shakin'? I've got a proposition. It involves pizza, dice, luck, and everybody meeting at Dice, Dice Baby. Tonight. Because gaming requires pizza. Who's in?

I. Getting Started

[luckyescape]

Kevin was in luck because Freya happened to be working. She didn't look very happy but she was seated behind the counter with a wolf and a dog milling around her. Neither were hers but she ended up watching them whenever she was at work and Rocky or Thor were off doing something relevant to work. Despite having strength on her side she refused to help with the heavy lifting. Let the were-dork and clumsy Norse god handle it.

When Kevin walked in she was reading a comic that was positioned in her lap and tossing a D20 in the air. It was a very therapeutic exercise for her.

"Let me know if you have any questions." She'd heard the bell to the store but didn't feel the need to look up. She didn't know Kevin and while she smelled that he was a werewolf and an unclaimed male she didn't realize that he was from the same world as her. She'd met so many werewolves that it was hard to tell.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes | mcu

[missionless]

Islands

It had taken him longer to settle in than most, probably. Yes, everyone who comes here is taken from their home and wakes up in a new place, but it had taken him days just to decide that his being brought here had nothing to do with HYDRA or S.H.I.E.L.D. and that no one is going to say those words, those goddamn words, and wake up the Winter Soldier.

He's gotten over that now, and has finally decided that it's time to venture out of his house and see what he can learn about this place. He's about out of food, anyway, so he needs to find out where to get more. He's got a long-sleeved shirt on, covering his metal arm, and a glove on his left hand to cover the rest of his arm. The brim of a baseball cap is pulled low over his eyes as he sets off down the street.

Wild card

[Go ahead and make up your own scenario here!]

Islands

[luckyescape]

Freya was wandering around while purposely avoiding those she knew. It was a difficult task but she managed decently well. She had turned a corner and upon seeing someone she knew turned towards Bucky to talk to him.

If she looked busy no one could stop and talk to her.

"Hey." She smiled up at him. "What are you lookin' for? You seem lost."

Artis - rule 63 Prince Arthur - BBC Merlin

[artis]

Islands
It was sorcery, she was sure of it. Artis walked along one of the main roads, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked guilty enough to be the one behind this magic. She was still dressed in her court gowns after having spoken with her father to somehow forgive Gwaine and keep him in Camelot. He was knight material, not the crook her father had believed him to be. Yet somehow, Uther didn't seem to believe her.

She had tried to plead his case to make it just. At one point, she wondered if she should have used the petulant pout she had cultivated as a young princess that often got her her way with her tutors. Nevermind that.

She wanted to assert her authority as Crown Princess of Camelot, demand the people nearby where she was. The strange amulet that someone had given her had chattered and she quickly dispensed of it. Now, she regretted it as it could've led her to the sorcerer or sorceress that had dared to kidnap her.

"You there!"

[dontworkforfools]

Gus was heading back from work when he heard the high pitched voice shout. Her voice held a commanding tone in it and despite his better judgement he turned to see who was yelling and if it happened to be directed towards him. What he saw was a pale slip of a girl with the sort of expression that could start wars.

Unlike her lovely gown Gus was dressed in his work pants, boots and an old tank top. He had a hammer slipped in the waist of his jeans and a few nails in a lower pocket. His muscles were evident and his expression was a little bit worn.

He really just wanted to go to the bar and get a drink but it appears as if his plans have changed. "Are you talking to me?" He hoped not.

Jane (Porter) Clayton | The Legend of Tarzan

[imnotadamsel]

Getting settled:

She felt the brush of heat and wind against her skin as the boat ignited and shattered into bits of timber. She knew that John was okay and yet her heart hammered nervously in her chest. Seconds lingered and felt like hours as she wait. Then with a single inhale of breath her world tumbled and changed forever.

Jane didn't remember falling asleep but she woke with a start on the deck of the flying ship. Her beautiful skin was bloody and bruised from her captors and her clothing was ripped and tattered. Her heart continued to hammer in her chest as a single name fell from her lips.

"John?" She knew instantly that this wasn't Africa, the taste of the air, the atmosphere, everything was different. She was forced off the boat despite her questions and demands for answers. As she stepped off the boat she was greeted by the locals. She quickly realized that she was much further from home than she thought and for the first time in her life she wondered if her husband could find her.

Wild Card.

ooc: feel free to spot her wandering around. her clothes are torn and she's really beat up. it works well for anyone who might be concerned. you might also overheard her asking about someone named John Clayton or how to get back to Africa. I'll match any style.

[hungryzombie]

Movement happens from beside the woman, perhaps it might appear to be coming out of the corner of her eye. A black leather jacket is held out to her by a hand that appears greyish and bloodless. Should she touch that hand while taking the jacket, it feels cold to the touch. The fingernails are grown long and thick, like claws.

"You should cover up," comes a quiet, wet-sounding voice that was...probably once female. Probably. "Tattered clothes mark you as easy pickings."

The owner of that voice has milky white eyes, but they are focused directly on the woman--not blind, diseased. Her head is covered by a clear face mask set on a black helmet of some kind, her expression is serious, but not threatening.

Grace | OUAT

[allineedisyou]

Islands

"Papa! Papa?!"

Grace knew that she shouldn't cry, she knew that she should be a good girl and wait but she was lost and scared and more than anything in the world she wanted to find her father. There were tears in the corner of the young girl's eyes as she stepped through the thick crowds. She felt the people tower over her and press in on her as she attempted to shout over the buzz of voices.

"Papa! Where are you?"

She wouldn't stop looking for her father. Maybe this was where he'd been taken, maybe this was why he never returned home. She wished and prayed that she might be able to find him.

Wild Card: Video

[They'd told her how to use the phone after she'd asked nicely. She doesn't understand completely but when she presses the green call button her message rings out through the comms.]

Excuse me. [Her voice is small and begins to shake.] Has anyone seen my father? His name is Jefferson and we sell mushrooms in town. Please tell me if you've seen him.

[grace is determined not to cry.]

[trueloveskid]

[She never met Jefferson's daughter, in fact she hasn't really seen him since he kidnapped her, but she's seen them around town together and she doesn't think there are a lot of men out there named Jefferson. She knows from Henry's book that he used to try and make a living by selling mushrooms.

Now what is his daughter's name?]

It's Grace, right? I've met your father, but he's not here.

Kara (Zor-El) Danvers | Supergirl

[iamsupergirl]

I. Islands

"Wait. Wait. Wait a minute--" She says the words, but they are getting higher and faster, and her just seconds ago wandering, confused steps, grow faster ina steady line. "I thought you meant, I mean, of course they had to be, names, people have to name everything everywhere, so they they know where they are -- but they're real? They're actually real rainbow bridges?"

Her eyes are bright and her hands are somewhere in front of her, seemingly confused about whether they were supposed to clasp together, clap, or cover her mouth.


II. Comm

[ The network comes on next today to small, demur blonde girl, fixing her glasses from side. ] Hi -- uh, hello, there. This is Kara. [ She looks up and swallows. ] Wait. You don't know that. I'm doing this all wrong. Let's start again.

I'm Kara Danvers, and I'm new-- [ She's nervous. Her stomach is a basket of snakes, and she can't keep her weight on both her feet. She keeps shifting, wants to knit her fingers together, but there this device in one of them. ] --which you probably already got, sorry-- [ There's a small, semi-feebled, laugh. ] --but the people who handed me this device-- [ The screen wavers, as her hand must be shaking it slightly. ] --said I should try putting up a message to see if anyone I knew was here already.

Which has got to be crazy, right? [ This would help a lot more, maybe she'd see less doubtful, her expression less pensively confused, about what exactly to be hopeful about, and what was crazy, after waking up on a flying boat, not in her bed any longer. ] But. Um. Anyone out there? This is Kara. Danvers. From National City. California.

[ Beat. ] Earth. [ For the most part. ]


III. Wildcard! Exactly what it says on the tin.

I. Islands

[scepterschild]

Wanda didn't really trust the bridges but she also felt uncomfortable using her powers to get across. After everything that's happened she didn't want to stand out. She stepped up to the bridge and took a deep breath, hesitating just enough to hear another girl approach the bridge.

Her head turned and she spotted the girl coming closer. Wanda couldn't tell if she was confused or happy about the bridges.

"Have you seen fake rainbow bridges before?" Honestly, Wanda hasn't seen either.

Wanda Maximoff | MCU

[scepterschild]

4.Video

I don't know how long I'll be here but I'll need a job. [Wanda frowns feeling a little nervous about all this.]

I haven't formally had a job before. Any help would be appreciated.

[Her voice is silky and accented but her tone is straight and firm. She isn't used to talking to people like this or asking for help. It's always been her and her brother and yet now... now she's alone.]

2. Islands

Wanda can be seen wandering around the various islands. She knew that there were other Avengers here but they didn't know her. She felt even more out of place. It'd been two days that she's slept in the house they provided and she didn't feel comfortable there. Every step, every moment, she felt the eyes of those around her pointed her way, judging her, calling her a monster.

For now she'll keep her powers to herself but she really didn't know how long that would last. She looked tense and unsure, her lips forming a defined frown as she made her way through the cities.

Elizabeth Sherman | Hellboy/BPRD

[walkingnapalm]

[I] Islands
There stands a woman who looks fed up. Wendigos, werewolves and were-jaguars are her normal. Not this. This is... slow. No matter how many times she's wished for this she always goes back to what she knows. What she knew. Red. Blue.

She pats her pockets. Hoping somehow one of her cigarettes has escaped unharmed at some point. Giving up was another habit. It stuck for long enough. But she always came back. Thirteen ... or was it more now. Either way, giving up smoking was easier than Red and Blue. No matter if they were so much more dangerous for her.

Another pat of her pockets and she comes up lucky. Finding a single cigarette. No more searching it's to her lips and a single finger touching the end before she's looking a little less fed up. That small problem over she picks a direction and starts walking to explore the islands a little more.


[II] Choose your own adventure

Re: Elizabeth Sherman | Hellboy/BPRD

[notarambler]

Sam was usually able to spot the new people pretty quickly. Either they were walking round eyes wide open and amazed or they were like this woman, kinda grumpy and annoyed with everything because they don't want to be here. His hunter instinct was telling him there was something about her he needed to know.

Strolling beside her he smiles. "Hey," he said softly, "when did you get here?"

Caroline Forbes | The Vampire Diaries

[vampire_barbie_girl]

1. Red Rum Bar

Since it seems like Caroline was stuck here for the time being, she figured she might as well check the place out. Plus, she had to admit that she was curious about this vampire bar. She'd never heard of any place quite like it and so she headed then soon after her arrival.

She didn't really know what to expect when she walked in - or who to expect either, since there may be some familiar faces to run into.

3. PARTY!

Caroline had never been one to turn down a party, especially when she wanted to forget that it's time to feed the twins, then put them down for the night. Somewhere, she knews Alaric was taking care of it - they were his daughters, after all - but she yearned to be there so damn much.

And so instead, she took Lady Gaga's advice and just danced - and drank - and hoped that somehow it would all be okay.

Party

[themerlin]

At some point in the night, a man, stripped to the waist, approached. "Evening, milady. May I have this dance?" Merlin loved to dance, and he loved music, and people having fun.

He moved with skill and grace, and now and then his feet did not touch the floor.

Cobweb | Wraeththu

[supharstitious]

2.
[First an unplanned boat ride (where would that even have been possible) and now a city full of...humanity. And greater than any human place that still existed. The air tastes like magic, and the bridges are built of light. It's a dream he had once, and no one understood. He's just never imagined that it could be real.

If it is a dream, it certainly doesn't feel like it. But if it isn't then what is he supposed to do now?

He stands, stubbornly, on the end of a rainbow, unsure of whether or not he should test it. Things like that could never be trusted outright. Magic is always treacherous and this magic he doesn't understand, and can't wrestle into doing what he wants.

Perhaps, though, that's the point.]

What treachery is this, then? Who whispered?



3.
[With so many humans crowded into one place, Cobweb feels...anxious. Alone. Not another har in sight. And with the close proximity to humanity...he'd never seen so many in one place. And with all of them pressing together and up against him, the escape routes seemed to be few and far between. He wasn't interested in initiating interaction with any of them. Mostly he was trying not to draw attention to himself, off in one corner, trying to look terrifying instead of terrified, keenly aware of the fact that he's desperately outnumbered.

There's something mystical in the air--something portentous in being surrounded. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe he'll wake up soon with more magic about him.

It doesn't feel like one, though.]

Re: Cobweb | Wraeththu

[master_troven]

"No one you know and no one you will ever know," Alec said, voice gruff but tinted with amusement at something. "At least if you're lucky."

The last bit was said with after a moment's hesitation and thought.

The man, at least that what he looked like (though with pointy ears), grinned at Cobweb.

Hiroe Matsudaira, aka Kuukoku Jinja no Zenko | OC

[kuukokujinjanozenko]

1. Hiroe: Intro Video
[The broadcast video opens on an Asian girl, maybe 16 or 17--and judging by her confident videophone handling, definitely a child of the Internet Age, and either self-assured or genre-savvy enough to take the situation in stride.]

I guess I'm okay with getting kidnapped off to a magical land of flying islands... but making me start my social media profile over again from scratch is pretty rude.

[She's probably kidding about her priorities, judging by that vaguely impish look, and the dramatic eye-roll and heavy sigh that follows.]

I'd better get started, though. So: I'm Hiroe! I'm into fashion, my adoring fans, chocolate, and sports of agility, like track, and flirting. Let me know what people do for fun around here.

[She leans in a little nearer the camera, lowering her tone conspiratorially, even though it's a broadcast.]

...please tell me there's something fun, here, or I might start taking a really dim view about that kidnapping thing, after all.

2. Zenko: Prowling the Night
There was far too much going on around these islands for a fox to not be curious--and there came a point at which the best way to learn about something was to try poking it with a stick. Metaphorically, at least. So, the fox took to the rooftops, the trees, and the shadows in a traditional fox mask and a rather irreverent version of a shrine maiden costume, scenting out anything unusual, anything not quite human, to see what she could learn by watching.

And, if watching didn't yield results, she could always prompt a reaction. If she was good at any one thing, it was getting a reaction.

oh hi there. mind if i do a new starter since those don't quite work?

[papercutter]

Senjougahara was exploring the island, during the day like a reasonable high school girl with reasonable senses of danger and no special powers might do.

And she found herself examining one of these glowing statues.

If pressed for a reason, she might suggest she was doing it to collect information for Oshino, since he collected stories. She did owe him a reasonable fee. But then really, the entire presence of this series of islands would be enough to cut down her 100,000 yen debt, she imagined.