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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, Eurus, and now Nidus! 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 home world to a bunch of floating islands.

4. Trouble!: All is quiet and calm when suddenly the warning signals across each of the islands sound. Not long after, or, at least only long enough to get prepared, a large hydra creature crawling out of the lake on Imber. Do what you can to help remove this threat before it gets to any of the other islands!

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

Comments

[luckyescape]

Freya walked back over to Jyn, shaking off the sand and then wiping the blood from her shoulder and leg. "You know, I really liked this outfit. Oh well, at least that's done with." She looked up at Jyn with a bit of a smile.

"Nice pew-pew-ing. That was fun. I'll probably see you around but I need a shower and to change." She also wanted to check out her leg because it still hurt despite the fact that he shoulder had healed. Freya needed to make sure that there wasn't anything wrong with it that might compliment her rapid healing.

[kestreldawn]

"Understood. Do you -" Jyn notices the wound on her leg as she waits for the end of her blaster to cool enough to tuck back into her trousers, "Is there a med bay we could take you to? Get that looked at and patched up?" She gestures to her leg with her blaster, then raises her eyes to meet Freya's, a hint of concern showing amidst the cooling of adrenaline.

[luckyescape]

Freya rolled her shoulder in a shrug. She didn't look all that concerned. "I got it." It was already healing. Turning in the sand Freya took off inland, her steps light despite the injury. Her fingers ran through her long hair and soft curses could be heard as she walked away.

There was sand everywhere.

[inbedbynine]

"Much of what I did wasn't as important as that of Captain Rogers," Edwin admitted, "in fact Miss Carter was always trying to get me to stop helping her. At the end she was afraid I was becoming addicted to danger."

[buildsomething]

Tony couldn't help but snort slightly at that. Yeah, that sounded about right. "Were you?"

[inbedbynine]

Edwin considers the question with the seriousness it deserves. "Yes," he muttered, "I did. And most likely when you knew me I kept that addiction in mind. Someone I loved was hurt because I wasn't careful and I don't wish that to happen again."

[tript]

"I will," he promised. Although he only would if he was at death's door, because he didn't want to miss out on all the fun. And working while injured was something he'd gotten used to during the Romulan War.

"If you lead me astray then I might not invite you along, next time I investigate something dangerous." He nearly managed to keep a straight face while he said it.

[buildsomething]

"Yeah," Tony said, voice going just a bit softer, "that happens. I'm sorry." And it probably explained why Jarvis had never so much as mentioned it to him.

Clara Murphy | RoboCop (2014)

[seestheman]

[o1: Arrival]

To say that Clara looks overwhelmed is an understatement. To be fair, the past couple of months have been a bit much on their own, but the idea of being dragged away from her home, from her son, at a time when things are so rocky...well, it's both terrible and kind of disconcerting. Which is how she's found herself at the Market on Aerilon, because rattling around an empty house that she doesn't know in a strange new place is not what she needs right now. What she needs is something distracting.

Clara meanders from booth-to-booth, eyes wide as she tries to mentally digest all of this. So it shouldn't be a surprise that she isn't paying attention and walks into somebody. "I'm sorry!"

[Video]

[Clara looks like she's had a sleepless night after a rough couple of months days. Which is unsurprising because that's exactly what the past few days have been.]

Hello, my name's Clara. I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'd like to know if anyone who's been brought here has found a way to go home. It's...it's urgent, my son's home alone and my husband... [There's a little crack in her voice. The whole situation regarding Alex may have been ongoing for the past few months, but that doesn't change the fact that it still hurts. Which, on top of everything else...well, it isn't a good combo.] ...it's complicated. But if someone knows anything, I'd appreciate it. Thank you.

[democratically]

"Is that supposed to be a threat or is it a promise?" Her voice did manage to keep that same level of his own, seemingly completely serious. Yet, there was also a certain look in her face that betrayed the neutrality of her expression. "I'd suggest bringing supplies next time then. Food, perhaps, and certainly drinks. One never knows how long you will be stuck."

[tript]

He answered that question with a grin.

"Good idea," he said of the supplies suggestion. "I'll keep it in mind. But," he added, with a sly look sideways at her. "If you come with me next time I'll buy you cake after."

[democratically]

"Oh, a bribe, is it?" Whereas had he been serious, he might well have received a completely different reaction from Padmé. There had been individuals over the years that had tried to get her to change her mind or to sway her, but she had never done so. Gifts, flowers and compliments had no power over her mind. But with something like this, Padmé had no qualms. "Make it chocolate, and you have yourself a deal."

[tript]

He hadn't forgotten that she was a politician exactly, she was just so unlike any other politician he'd come across that it didn't seem important. Actually bribing a politician, he wouldn't do. Although he wasn't above bribing his engineers on occasion.

He grinned in victory. "Chocolate cake it is. I must bribe you more often."

[democratically]

"I might need to make myself scarce then, lest my waistline start to expand from all the bribes." But she did move them along. Even if Padmé had not gone traveling down in them, she did know a spot that should be good for the investigations, and it shouldn't get them in to any trouble. At least she hoped not.

[tript]

There was only one way he could answer that, unless he wanted to get in trouble: flattery. "I'm sure you'll stay slim even with all the cake."

He thought he could see the area they were headed into. "We should have brought a flashlight," he mused. But they had something nearly as good, and he let go of Padmé so he could pull his communicator and hyperspanner from his pockets. Surely he could make that bright enough to be useful.

[notsogroovy]

Almost everyone I know likes him. He's a teacher.

[democratically]

It did earn the lightest of snorts from Padmé although her lips gave a little quirk as a response. She hadn't been planning on going down and exploring though, and the question did cause her to pause midstep, before starting again.

"We probably should have, yes." Musing over that. "I suppose we'll see how bad it is, and perhaps go retrieve one if required."

[tript]

Trip had every intention of going down and exploring no matter what. Mostly the reason he didn't really want to go back and get a flashlight was because it would give Padmé the opportunity to change her mind about coming along.

"Maybe it won't be that bad," he said brightly. Because saying it might make it happen. His communications device was going to need more work on it so it was more than just a phone. But it would at least give off some light.

At the entrance he held his arm out and shined the phone's light around the drain, while trying to think back to how much rain there had been recently and therefore how wet it might be inside.

[onthedot]

[ooc: THISISWHATIGETFORNOTLOOKINGHEREIMISSTHISCOMPLETELY]

This was much better than a voice coming from a ceiling. Peggy shakes her head slightly and finds herself hard pressed not to simply dash down the road and give him a hug. He was the first and most familiar face to her in this place aside from Steve and God knew she needed more like-minded people.

She doesn't dash down the road, however, because that wasn't how their friendship worked, she did hurry though, maybe embarrassingly, and fell into step beside him.

"Mr. Jarvis."

[democratically]

Padmé had committed, and while he didn't know her, her word was true. It didn't mean that she wouldn't make it known if something came up and she thought that it was a bad idea, as she would, but Padmé had had her own plans over the years that had not turned out quite right. "An optimist."

Although her voice still remained warm. Padmé had never lost hope, and she never would. She knew now that it would take Anakin many years, but he would find his way back to the light. "Somehow I don't see dirt or grime stopping you."

As Padmé made a little motion with her head, moving forward.

[tript]

"That's me." She was right on both counts.

It looked largely dry inside and no obvious rats, so he stepped inside, making sure to shine the light from his phone so Padmé would be able to see where she was going too.

"All seems normal so far." And there was enough light from outside to see where they were going, if not exactly what they were stepping in.

[inbedbynine]

Edwin had never been so glad to hear Margret Carter's dulcet tones and a warm smile crosses his face as he turns slightly to look at her. "Miss Carter it is so good to see you," he says, "I had been hoping I would find you here."

[democratically]

"You do realize by saying that out loud, something completely not normal is going to happen." Although Padmé was simply tugging his leg a little. Whether it did or didn't had nothing to do with vocalizing it. She did glance around, but he was correct. It wasn't as if there were any signs proclaiming danger, or anything that looked out of place.

[tript]

"Something abnormal always happens with me around." He grinned at her, holding his phone up to light his face. But then he stopped and frowned. "Can you hear that?" He was pretty sure he could hear the sound of something electrical humming. He switched his phone off, in case it was that.

[democratically]

"Perhaps you should come with a warning," Padmé supplied, although if she was bothered by it, she didn't actually show it. Anakin had said on more than one occasion that he had a habit of rescuing her from various situations.

She did pause, breathing lightly, and tilting her head ever so, listened. It was faint, but Padmé nodded. "Yes. It appears to be coming from up ahead?"