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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!

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Neal dragged his thumb down his glass, collecting the condensation as he went. He exhaled a slow breath before rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "Anything Emma hasn't told me?" It was the best he could suggest, he didn't know what he didn't know.

"She said she came to New York to find me and that Tamara was planning to kill Henry." It took him awhile to confirm that fact and come to terms with it but Henry was grown up here and as a father, he wanted to believe his son.

"I think there are things Emma isn't telling me. I want to know what they are."

Oh, good, Neal already knew about Tamara. That was at least one bomb he wouldn't need to drop. August cleared his throat so he could fill in the rest of the gaps.

"I sent you a postcard," he began. "Like I promised. We didn't really see each other when you were in Storybrooke. I had turned back into wood and was hiding." He swallowed. "I'm sorry about back then, Neal."

Neal exhaled and closed his eyes. He had one question about back then that mattered more than anything else right now. "Just tell me one thing August." He tried his best to keep his anger out of his voice. "Did you know that she was pregnant?" If he had known Neal might just deck him now to get it out of the way. He'd have never left her if he knew that she was going to have a baby. No matter what the hell August had said. He'd face his past, he'd do anything for his son.

He was doing that now but it didn't feel like enough.

He met the other man's eyes. Seriously? "No. I had no idea until I saw Henry." Not that he really expected Neal to believe him. August knew he deserved doubt, too.

Neal was silent for a long time. His dark eyes regarded August with a passive cold stare as he sorted through what he knew through life experiences and what he'd recently learned. They both know how much it sucked growing up without a father.

After another long second Neal spoke. "I believe you. Forgiving will take longer but it's my problem. Not yours." At least that's how he saw it. "Why were you in hiding?" His finger glided down the side of his beer before he looked back over at August. He felt as if secrets between the two of them was pointless now. He wouldn't call August a friend but next to Emma he's known Neal for a long time.

Neal doesn't have many people he can say that about.

He let out a breath. "I couldn't get Emma to believe before my curse caught up to me. I turned back into wood. When magic came back... I was ashamed. I messed up so badly, I didn't want to face anyone." Telling the truth felt so weird on his tongue. August spent so many years living in lies. But he was determined to get it right this time, and that included honesty.

"I came back because I had to warn Emma about Tamara. I did, so I got to be human again." He skimmed over some of the story, but that was the general idea.

"Tamara..." The name felt familiar and yet distasteful as it rolled across his tongue. He'd trusted her, he'd thought he loved her but like many things in his life it had been a lie. "It's my fault." Neal replied in a soft voice before taking a large gulp of his beer. He put not only Emma in danger but his son, without ever realizing it.

Neal exhaled a slow breath. "All the stories add up." That was one comforting thing, even if it didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things.

August knew better than anyone what it was like to wallow in guilt and hoped he could ease some of it. "It wasn't," August assured him. "She had this thing against magic. You couldn't have known about it." He knew that wouldn't be enough to soothe Neal.

Neal rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I thought I'd be happier if I forgot Emma. I didn't think she'd ever forgive me, even after the curse was broken." He also hadn't thought that he was strong enough to face his father then and he was ashamed by that fact.

"It's my fault for always running." Something him and August had in common.

"Yeah." August let out a laugh. "Yeah, I know that feeling." They did indeed have a few things in common. "But I think being here means we should both try not running for a while. Don't you?"

"That's what I've been trying to do." And talking to his father has SUCKED but he's working at it and trying his best. Some days he doesn't feel like it's enough but it's at least something.

"Not sure how well I've been doing."

"Not sure I'm doing so well, either," August confessed with a shrug. But he had to do better this time. Not just for Emma, Henry or his father, but for himself. He wasn't sure if being in this new place was going to be better or worse for him; he'd just have to find out.

"Nothing good ever came easy." Or so Neal has noticed. He lifted his glass to August. "To trying."

He wasn't sure if he trusted August but that would come in time.

"To trying." August clicked their glasses together and took a drink. This was more like what he hoped would happen between him and Neal. He felt his spirits lift just a little.

[ooc: that seems like a good place to end. It'd be awesome if you app in August!!!]

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