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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

:: Laura Howlett :: X-Men :: Possible Spoilers ::

[thexlegacy]

:: Arrival ::

She'd finally found Eden but it had come at a heavy cost. Charles, James: They'd both fought hard for something intangible something that she too hoped to find; happiness. Laura didn't hope for anything close to normal but something new.

Her eyes snapped open and she quickly rolled to her feet, slinging her backpack protectively over her shoulder. Laura glared at those on the ship, her dark eyes piercing. There was blood on her clothing and hands but it didn't look like it was hers. She sidestepped as the boat docked and then took off at a quick run.

She didn't know where she was but she had to go back. She had to find the others.

:: Around ::

Laura screamed when she reached the edge of the island. There was no way off, no way back. Her thin frame fell to her knees as she looked over the edge, her fists punching into the hard rock. With each strike her knuckles blistered, bleed and healed.

"Llévame de vuelta. Llévame de vuelta! Llévame de vuelta! Llévame de vuelta" Her words were quick and panicked as she lashed out at the island that had decided to keep her hostage.

Adolin Kohlin | Stormlight Archive

[shardbearingprince]

There were many problems with being trapped upon these islands. Not knowing what was happening back home with his father, with his people. The people here were strange, their clothes... the food...the women's clothes... On one hand he felt like he could not follow the Codes since he wasn't at the Shattered Plains. They weren't at war here. But what if he ended up back home...

In the meantime... there were the clothes. There was the fashion. Still in his Kohlin blue uniform, Adolin walked down the market street staring into the shop windows. "Storms..." he said softly. "People actually wear these?"

[lightwoven_art]

After spending an hour or two yelling over the edge of the island, Shallan headed into the market, an expression of frustration on her face. The Wardens were playing another trick, they had to be. Except, no one she recognized was involved. Why would they single her out?

It was something that bothered her until she walked through the clothing market and spotted a familiar black and blond head... "Adolin?"

[shardbearingprince]

That... that familiar accent. Turning on heel, Adolin's eyes lit up in surprise as he saw a red haired woman coming towards him. "Shallan? Is that really you?"

[lightwoven_art]

It was him! She ran to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into the coat, that wonderful coat that she didn't know she had missed for so long. "Adolin, it's been so long, I-" she started, emotion choking her voice.

"You remember me this time.."

[shardbearingprince]

There's a start on his end at the sudden and unexpected show of affection. Awkwardly he held her back, not sure what to do. This was not what he expected when he saw her.

So long? A couple of days wasn't so long, was it?

"Of course I remember who you are..." he said. "Why wouldn't I?"

[lightwoven_art]

Of course, he might not know what was going on. Shallan pulled back, looking up at him, tucking her hair behind her ear again. "What was the last thing you remember about home?" she asked.

[shardbearingprince]

"Between us? We'd just gone to menagerie after you'd hugged Wit." Which was something he'd never forget.

Because you don't hug Wit.

"Two days after than. Why?"

Pulling away from her just a little he finally took a good look at her and his eyebrows raised slightly at her clothing. It certainly wasn't in the same style as what she was wearing last time.

"And happened to you?"

[lightwoven_art]

The menagerie, when she gave him the idea to challenge Sadeas. Of course. Hugging Wit was just... Yeah.

"That was months ago, by what I remember. I've been... somewhere strange," she said, tugging on her glove. She couldn't tell him anything of home, not details, at least. "They called it a prison, but it was more like a paradise. The highstorms, they didn't exist there."

[shardbearingprince]

Well she had a good reason to, not that Adolin knew it. Still it was just... yeah.

"Months ago," he said somewhat flatly. Part of him wanted to disbelieve her but while he might not be book smart he was good at observing things and he'd be all ten fools if he didn't believe her considering they were nowhere near anything that was familiar. "Why would anyone put you in prison? And no highstorms?"

[lightwoven_art]

"Months," she replied, completely serious. "As for why, the wardens there are... not like people at home." Like, at all.

She waved her hand a little. "But enough about that, time is apparently strange. How did you get here?"

[shardbearingprince]

"Yes, but you're...nowhere near anyone that should be put into a prison," he said. "Are the people there the like ones here?"

Looking around there were quite a few people not like home.

"I woke up in a boat and these people gave me a map and some ... thing."

[lightwoven_art]

"The Wardens.. Seemed to be able to travel the Cognitive Realm." Easy explanation that shouldn't raise too many questions. Right? She looked around, nodding a bit. "There are similarities."

Yancy Becket | Pacific Rim

[listentome]

[Exploring the Islands]

There had still been a sizable crowd of confused passengers milling around on the docks when Yancy decided that the best way to get answers was to explore the strange place he had found himself in. The idea of being brought to another world wasn't really all that far fetched given what he did for a living, but that didn't mean that he wasn't quietly freaking out as he walked along the unfamiliar roads. Who had brought him here, and why hadn't they snagged Raleigh as well? The idea of being separated from his brother made him feel vaguely ill whenever he thought about it. He wasn't sure if the throbbing ache in his head was the result of dehydration and sun exposure or the sheer amount of silence filling the space where the connection to Raleigh should have been.

Eventually Yancy was forced to come to a stop, though he couldn't say for sure where he was from looking at the map. The humid air had closed around him and sapped what strength and motivation he had had at the start. Drive suits weren't exactly meant to be worn like every day wear and he was slightly convinced that the bullet proof armor was slowly roasting him alive. Spotting a shaded area nearby he left the main path and dropped to the ground in an ungraceful flop, dropping both the map and the phone-like device he had been given. He would check them again in a few minutes, once he had the energy to mess with them.

[makomori]

Mako had been planning on going straight home after work was done for the day, but that changed when she saw someone she only knew from Raleigh's memories, the blue tinge of the Drift coloring everything. Yancy Becket was wandering around in full color and in his drive suit. Oh no.

She wasn't quick enough to catch him, but she dropped to her knees next to him, fumbling for her own device to call Raleigh. She wasn't about to try to lift Yancy, and he was going to need help really soon.

[shardbearingprince]

Ah. The Cognitive Realms. That was a subject that Adolin would happily leave to the women.

"Isn't that something the Radiants could do?" Ever since he'd noticed something funny with the bridgeboy, he'd been looking into the Radiants on his own time. Such little of it that there was.

[lightwoven_art]

"The Radiants. Certain orders, yes, were able to transport themselves into the Cognitive Realm in the physical," she said, pulling her glove on a bit tighter.

"...Adolin, there is something I must ask again. Are you able to summon your Shardblade here?"

[shardbearingprince]

The tugging is noticed but he decides to leave it alone for now.

"Of course," he said. Holding out his hand mist appeared slowly shaping itself through twisting vines into his familiar sword. It felt good holding it in his hand, giving him a feeling of a measure of control. Though the people around them suddenly looking nervous at the appearance of the blade. Which made sense. Anyone should be worried by a Shardblade's appearance. Though, why 'again'?

Re: Yancy Becket | Pacific Rim

[rangerbecket]

Raleigh hasn't held out hope that anyone else from his world would show up here. He and Mako had come together and maybe they're all that's left. Maybe, in spite of Pentecost's insistence that they'd be cancelling the apocalypse, it'd come anyway and he and Mako were in some weird sort of afterlife.

That theory is only cemented further when he finds him. Raleigh likes to take runs around the islands, likes to run and keep up his strength and stamina in case it's a fluke and he ends up back in a jaeger. It's hard to mistake his brother, though, even if it's been five long years.

"Yancy? Yancy, is that you?"

[lightwoven_art]

Of course he could. There wasn't a way to prevent that here. "I thought so. Pattern." Shallan held her hand out, and Pattern immediately formed into a sword in her hand. The two of them were starting to gather a lot of attention now.

[shardbearingprince]

Adolin dropped his blade and it banished into mist as his jaw dropped just briefly before he shut it.

"When did you get a Shardblade? Did you always have one?" he asked. How would his fiancee get a Shardblade? They were so rare. Was it from her family? But why would they give it to a woman?

[lightwoven_art]

Shallan released her Shardblade, letting it disappear and allowing Pattern swarm up her sleeve. "I've always had one.." she said, tugging on her glove again. "That's not all, though."

[shardbearingprince]

Now he sees Pattern and follows the spren up her sleeve with his eyes.

"... What is that? A spren? And what else is there?" Later on Adolin is going to need to have a long sit down and process everything. Right now he needed to find everything out, get the layout of the situation. Just like any sort of combat.

[lightwoven_art]

"Maybe we should sit down somewhere, get something to drink." She is a bit anxious now, not that she's really showing it. But either way, she is going to look for the nearest bench or a cafe.

She really doesn't want to talk about this without him knowing the full story.

[shardbearingprince]

"Yes. That sounds like a storming good idea," Adolin said looking around. "There appears to be tables over there?"

He gestured down the street a little towards a cafe. It looked brightly color.