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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!

Comments

[paintedvisions]

"Don't apologize... I'm the one that needs to apologize it's not very gentlemenly to raise my voice to a lady." He spoke just as soft his head starting to ache more with whips of voices in different levels. Curses and stress and whispers of love and lust... he never understood where it all came from but his brown eyes stayed wide as he walked. Holding the map over to her. "Whose abode is closer? I need to lie down."

He figured she was scared and though none had ever seemed to feel safe around him he felt the strange need to make sure his fellow prisoner was okay.

[tryingtobe]

"Imber 260." She spoke out loud, her voice soft, empty but sweet. Marie kept her thoughts quiet but there was no way to silence them completely. Her thoughts where her only escape from those who kept her. She'd imagine vast forests and hills. Figures dancing in a sea of stars, a setting that was soon brightened by the moonlight. There was always the lingering thoughts of pain but Marie preferred to focus on pleasant thoughts of dreams that she'd never reach.

If he was able to hear her thoughts, perhaps he'd be comforted as well. Love, lust, power and stress were never things that Marie lingered on. Her life was how it was and she's accepted that it won't change.

[paintedvisions]

"We are closest to Imber." He noted as he had at least looked over the map before they started to walk.

""Promises of what I seemed to be, only watched the time go by, all of these things you said to me..." He sang low as he walked along with her, he seemed to focus as his voice came out low, the song pushing the voices away. He's spent his life finding ways of working with it. This was one of them.

The wind picked up, catching his almost silvery blonde locks and whipping them around.

[tryingtobe]

Marie nodded her head and began to walk towards her new home. The idea confused her more than she cared to admit but she didn't vocalize it.

She continued to try and keep her thoughts quiet but she was struck by an idea when she softly heard him sing. Her eyes lowered to the road and she listened to his song, not knowing it, she began to pick up the tune and then hum along. Her voice was sweet, clear and beautiful as she hummed and that same voice filled her thoughts. It might be something small but if he was singing then it was most likely for a reason. A way to ease his troubled thoughts.

Her arms wrapped around her torso as the wind gathered around them. She felt cold though it wasn't the worst feeling that she's ever felt.

[paintedvisions]

"Breathing is the hardest thing to do. with all I've said and all that's dead for you, you lied - good bye."

Kelsey sang along with her humming, she was clearly good, and he almost thought she knew the song. He had loved it so long, accidentally sending her an image, two blonde children, they looked exactly the same both dressed in pristine white, one in a suit one in a dress, The one in the dress was holding a hairbrush as the other was leaned close both belting the same song he was singing now. The two had a happy air about themselves as they sang into the brush.

The wind seemed to pull him back from the thought.

"leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lied, promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by, all of these things I said to you."


As he finished he looked up at the houses of Imber less people around he seemed less on edge. Pulling the robe more around him because of the wind. "Its beautiful, like San Francisco."

[tryingtobe]

Each note bled into the last and Marie let it take her. It consumed her thoughts and the pieces of her soul that weren't shredded and torn. The vision of his youth brought a surprising amount of warmth with it. Marie's step falters only once as the feeling spreads through her chest. She didn't know what it was, it's nothing she's felt before but she welcomed the change, allowing it to blend and work it's way into the sweetness and softness of her voice.

As the song came to an end she realized they were at the row of houses. She hadn't expected it to be so soon. She blinked away the haze the song left and began walking towards the number that was marked as her new house.

"I wouldn't know." She's never been to San Francisco, She can only take his word for it.