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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

Wednesday Addams | Adult Wednesday Addams

[outofthemanor]

1. GETTING SETTLED
Wednesday had opted on going directly to the bookstore, hoping to find some kind of tome on the myths and lore of these islands. She didn't recognize them from any book contained within the vast Addams library, which meant she may be the first of her family to be here. Fortunately there wasn't much sun on this particular day, which suited her pallor much better. Even so, she did walk a little faster than she usually would until she was sheltered within the cool confines of the bookstore.

From there it was simply a case of browsing the shelves. Browsing in her style, that is, which involved intense scrutiny of each and every book spine, and giving the section containing children's fairy tales a wide berth. She never had gotten over her childhood heartbreak of hearing of a knight in shining armor killing a poor, defenseless, dragon.

What kind of person would do such a thing?


2. ISLANDS
She had just been passing by when she overheard - just barely - the nearest statue humming. It was a soft noise, barely there, but her hearing had always been sharper than normal, and it caught her attention. She knew, from being told, that there was strange energy here. A type of magic, really, but it wasn't as something she was as informed about as she would like to be. Grandmama would be disappointed. Wednesday excelled in potions and poisons, but the theoretical side of magical energy had never been her strong point.

She watched, seeing the statue grow just slightly, and tilted her head. A phrase passed her lips, one that was not hers, but perhaps no one would mind her borrowing it.

"Curious."


5. WILD CARD - NETWORK
USERNAME: W.ADDAMS
So I am taken from my home, placed on a flying vessel, and brought to new islands which contain an odd magic in the air. I expect to find human-like hyrids, or some other kind of grotesque. Though I would not be adverse to painful experimentation.

Re: Wednesday Addams | Adult Wednesday Addams

[i_am_here]

1.

The man who was in the bookstore looked like some kind of skeleton or maybe scarecrow. He was a little ways away, looking through the shelves with a thin and reedy hand. Despite this, he looked over and waved a little. "New here too? To the bookstore I mean."

[outofthemanor]

Wednesday turned from the books, looking at the man with a look that would make you think she was looking right through you, inspecting your intestines.

"Yes," she replied simply, turning back to her scrutiny of the titles available.

Bianca di Angelo | Camp Half-Blood Chronicles

[angelichuntress]

Lady Artemis and Thalia aren't going to be happy about this... [The girl who murmurs this as she steps off the boat looks to be about 12; that, however, is deceiving because she's actually more closer to somewhere between 13 and 14. Or over 80, if you go by years. Let's just say between eternal youth and time shenanigans, it's complicated. She's wearing a silver jacket with her dark hair held in a braid and a backpack slung over her shoulders, gripping the straps as she looks around in uncertainty. Then she steels herself, taking in a breath and letting it out before setting off with a more determined look. There has to be a way out of of here somehow...

You can find her wandering around just about anywhere, exploring the new area.]

8D

[yearrounder]

[Wandering could basically just be called Annabeth's new hobby now. Thanks, Will. She'd become an expert in how long she had to be out of the house before he'd let her back in. Inevitably it meant wandering toward the docks to see if anyone she knew had shown up yet--she was still holding out that maybe Percy would come back, but she knew better than to get her hopes up. Still, it couldn't hurt to check right?

Aaaaaaaaand nope. That's not possible. She's officially going crazy.]

Bianca?

[angelichuntress]

[Bianca's eyes lit up in recognition when she sees Annabeth, making her way towards her.] Annabeth! You're here too? What's going on?

:D

[sonofacesius]

[Will was passing by the docks on his way back from the clinic. It'd had been a good day, but most days here were good. No one got limbs cut off, no one died--and even if they did they apparently came back to life in a few hours--so mainly what he'd been treating her cuts and bruises, injuries from the Mean Princess or illnesses. Although the recent pregnancy breakout had him wanting to go around and hand out condoms. So, he's not really paying attention when he's looking around, and wait, was that--no. No. Totally wasn't. Will stopped anyway. He'd taken his comm device and was this close to texting Nico and asking him when his dead sister came back to life when he thought he had better stop and check first.]

Bianca?

[angelichuntress]

[Bianca stops and looks over when she hears someone call her name, eyes lighting up when she spots the other demigod.] Will! Is Nico around here too?

[in_deaths_shadow]

[It had been years since Nico last saw his sister, since he finally had to accept that she was gone for good. And so when he sees her now, here, he freezes. She can't be here, she can't be alive ... and yet she is.

All he can do is stare.]

[angelichuntress]

[Bianca's gaze lands on Nico, and she smiles in a mixture of relief and fondness.] Nico! [She walks up to him, and him out of all people might notice little differences about her. She walks with more confidence than she did before, more self-assured and secure.] Do you know what's going on...? How did we get here?

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries (BOOKS)

[prodigalsavior]

Combo of 1, 2, & 3 - Choose your spot?

Damon was not terribly pleased to find himself in this strange world, but, mostly because he'd been brought here without a choice in the matter. In the grand scheme, he supposed it mattered very little where he went. Elena was alive. Stefan could be happy. And he would only be in the way. If nothing else, this was, at least...new.

Still, something or someone had take him, and he was curious to find out who. His power to call the clouds seemed weakened, which was annoying, but his ring was holding. Still, he wasn't out in the bright of the day for the annoyance factor. In the setting sun was a different matter, though he tended to keep his shades on until the sun was truly gone.

He'd discovered the vampire bar, highly amused, and not how he preferred to get his blood, but it would do in a pinch. He stopped every other night or so, spending other evenings moving through the islands, trying to learn the secrets he could. Once or twice, he found a pretty girl or boy and had a proper meal--the way Stefan would approve, even. They left his house smiling and a little dazed, but fine. He even gave them OJ and cookies after.

Another night, he found himself at a party, being charming, though, really, more trying to get information or blood and companionship than actually enjoying himself. How, exactly, was he supposed to do that, here, away from the only people he gave a damn about? (That he'd been the one to walk away was irrelevant to his crankiness over the issue).

But at least there were interesting enough people and mysteries around that he was behaving himself. So far.

[daggerbait]

Rebekah was attending the party because it amused her but only because it distracted her from the ever-present feeling of restlessness that was bothering her lately. Yes, there was quite a lot of land to enjoy but she still couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. Mostly because that was exactly what they were: trapped.

Still, at least whoever had yanked them here made it comfortable and gave them ways to entertain themselves. Probably for the best since no Mikaelson did well when they were bored.

She was standing at the bar when a familiar form caught her attention and she arched a brow at the sight. When had he popped up? Oh good, how long until the others started popping up too? She was perfectly fine with Matt or even Stefan showing up (nevermind that he was boring these days) but what if Elena did? Not that she had so much of an issue with the girl either but whatever peace they had never seemed to last very long.

Still, she approached. "Bloody hell, when did you get dragged here?"

[prodigalsavior]

Damon had been lounging against a tree, observing the other partygoers with a mix of curiosity and predatory intent. Dressed in his black jeans, a tshirt and back leather jacket, he managed to give off the vibe of a slightly more dangerous James Dean, but he straighted as the beautiful blonde approached.

A tilt of his head and he tuned in to the Power coming off of her, even as he kept his own tightly leashed. He's not surprised--there's a vampire bar here, after all--but she's the first he's interacted with more than on the surface. Vampires aren't really terribly social with each other back home in large groups, so the bar itself is strange enough to him, let alone the idea of reaching out and meeting the other alpha predators on the islands. Still, he can't help but be curious about their differences--none of the ones he's seen have the same feel as those back home, and she's no exception.

She's beautiful, even though she doesn't look all that pleased to see him. That's interesting--given they're not the only ones here, she can't think he's infringing on her territory. Nothing he's seen has indicated that any of the others have attempted to stake a claim on the place--something incredibly rare back home, anyway, but which he's heard about here and there. There's something familiar in the nature her address, though. Not challenging his right as a vampire to be here, perhaps, but more personal. Even more interesting.

Stepping into the light to meet her--which does nothing to lighten the midnight-blue of his eyes to anything brighter--he gives a slight bow--nothing obsequious or indicator of status so much as how one greeted a lovely lady, once upon a time--and flashes her a charming smile. "Buona sera, signorina. I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Damon Salvatore."

He pronounces it the Italian way, with the fourth syllable--Sal-va-tor-ay--as in (though, for once, he doesn't say the tag aloud) "savior." His accent is faint, but there, on the English, a hint of Old World more than the sound of a new immigrant.

Glinda Upland | Wicked

[itwasrhetorical]

1.

Glinda was awed at the body of water that surrounded the islands. She had never seen such an expanse before. Oz was a landlocked nation with an abundance of streams and rivers but to see the sea itself was something else. The Witch posed quite a picture in her sparkling hoop-skirted frock and bouncing blonde curls as she made her way down the streets, eyes constantly on the ocean waves.

Unfortunately the Witch's inattention came at a price as she bumped straight into another person with a startled sqwuak.

[defenderofmen]

Elena was tall standing at 5' 10" with a few extra inches thanks to the heels of her boots. She looked like a porcelain doll: watery blue eyes, blonde hair and flawless pale skin. She had stepped confidently from the boat, if not a little tense, and tried to make her way in this new setting.

She felt the force of Glinda running into her but didn't move. Instead she turned and looked down at the woman before her.

"Are you alright?" Elena tried to keep the tension from her voice but she felt the wolf turning beneath the surface of her skin, clawing to get out and run, rip and tear it's way through this world. Elena knew that wouldn't get her back home and she worked hard to keep the feelings at bay.

Jethro Gibbs l NCIS l Arrival

[twocoffeeday]

The man who stepped onto the docks looks distinctly unhappy. His eyes seem almost inhumanly blue and his salt and pepper hair is clipped short. He looks around taking everything in as if he is ready for trouble or expecting someone to jump out and tackle him. His back is ramrod straight and he mutters a soft. "Dammit Tony if this is your idea of a joke," as he walks along.

Claire Temple | MCU | Arrival

[theluckygirl]

In Claire's world, there wasn't a whole lot that was normal. At least not in the 'Leave It to Beaver' definition of the word. And the once nurse at Metro General could definitely testify that life was relatively normal..

Or was before she fished some guy out of a dumpster in an alley around the corner from her apartment building. From then on, life became anything but normal.

Climbing up from the hull of the boat, it didn't take long for Claire to realise that this wasn't right either. Mostly in the way of not remembering buying tickets to go on a cruise destined for who-the-hell-knows. It wasn't until after they docked and she collected the map and phone and listened to the welcome speech from the local that greeted her when the curious expression turned into a disbelieving one.

"Wait, so you're trying to tell me I'm in another world altogether from my own and expect me to believe it? You know what? I've heard and seen some really crazy things, but this? This.."

Crazy? That's the first word that came to mind when the local just nodded and went on to welcome the next person leaving Claire to pretty much fend for herself.

"Okay." the nurse surrendered and headed off to try and make sense of it all.

Re: Claire Temple | MCU | Arrival

[misterdoctorstrange]

Strange occasionally returned to the docks that he'd arrived at in an attempt to figure out how to get back home. Not that he'd had much luck with it, or any luck at all, but he would never get anywhere if he just gave up. So here he was, examining one of the boats.

And by "examining" he meant he was about ready to rip one apart. The only reason he wasn't was because these boats obviously traveled between different worlds and who knows what energies might be released by destroying them. Possibly non, possibly enough to destroy this entire world.

"And to think I used to like sailing," he said, eyes narrowing at the boat. "I will figure out how these work though."

Sun Pak - Sense8

[into_my_fist]

1. GETTING SETTLED

The steady sound of fists and feet on a heavy bag soothes Sun, the pain of impact and the strain on her muscles rooting her in the moment in the absence of her cluster.

Only in this place did she come to realize how integral a part of her they had become: the eight pieces of her soul that she could no longer live without. In this new, alien place, she did not have them to make bravery of her lack of fear, nor wonderment of her cunning...she was alone, with no way to turn the knives inside of her into something better, brighter, cleaner than they were without them.

All she had to keep those knives polished and sharp were the fists and feet on a heavy bag in the Mean Princess gym, every strike honing them to a gleaming razor's edge.

With her cluster, those knives became beautiful, the edges on a diamond. Without them, they were razors: ugly things soaked in blood.

But while she was alone in this place...the knives were all she had.

5. WILD CARD - [video;PUBLIC]

[The petite Asian woman that fills the network feed is meticulously composed--and yet there is something wild in the not quite perfect style of her short cropped hair, in the t-shirt she wears with all the severity off a business suit.

Her expression, her jet eyes, give away none of the sorrow and loneliness that have stalked her since her arrival in this place.

She opens her mouth, closes it...then opens it again, speaking in halting, heavily accented English.]

I am...curious to know if there are people in other...places. People who...who need other people. Are there others...who live in parts, but are one being?

Lestat de Lioncourt | The Vampire Chronicles

[fier]

[ Option A - Wild Card: Arrival ]

Lestat looked star-struck. Quite literally at the moment. He'd made his way off the ship with a thoroughly bewildeeee frown. Now on shore, the blond vampire stood in the bright sunlight and stared, directly into the sun. It hurt, actually. His eyes stung sharply, but the point was -- it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should. Lestat was old and strong enough that he was reasonably sure the sun wouldn't disintegrate him into immediate oblivion. But it would not be so innocuous, downright pleasant even.

And he was awake as well, with no issues.

That was the reason that he stood gaping, just shy of slack-jawed (not his most attractive look really), up at the sky. This was unusual, to put it mildly. His attention snapped abruptly down to himself, down to hands still pale and cold, nails too glassy and smooth. Nope. Still a vampire. A dream then? Some strange magic at play?

Well whatever was going on, it was fascinating. A grin split across his face, and anyone who happened to be near enough to catch his eye would be informed, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"


[ Option B - Islands ]

Since he had been given at least some answers -- and informed that there was apparently a restaurant of sorts for his particular dietary requirements -- Lestat had decided to explore. It was better than sitting idle, after all. Left alone and bored too long, he'd only grow cranky and morose, sink into himself. No. That wouldn't do at all. Not when there was so much to look at that he had never seen before.

Just when he'd been growing tired in his own usual haunts. It was a stroke of luck, nearly, that this new adventure had found him. Of course it rankled him more than a bit that it was not his choosing to come to this place, nor did there seem a simple way to return. But for now, as it too often did, his curiosity got the better of him.

The blond could be found anywhere along his wandering from island to island. Window shopping on the streets in town. "Almost charming, really."

Wandering the various landscapes. Taking his shirt off at one of the more scenic beaches -- so pale white that the light nearly reflects off him. Like he hadn't seen the sun in years. Which was accurate of course. Sorry to anyone momentarily blinded. But what could Lestat say? Beauty could do that to a person.

Option A

[supharstitious]

Being cooped up in a house all day was something Cobweb was used to, of course, except that Forever had been quite a bit larger than the house he'd been given here. He would greatly have preferred not to wander in the city, but, well. He worked with what he had. And it wasn't as if he were being held like a trophy any longer. While he might not have preferred to mingle, at least, sometimes, it could be interesting.

Like it was now. There was someone, obviously enthralled with something. Maybe he was somewhat jaded by his time in this place, but he didn't see what could be so exciting. Anywhere else would have been better.

"Yes, I suppose it is." He threw his thigh-length black hair back over a shoulder, folded his arms, and watched the man. He felt...familiar. Like something Cobweb had felt before, but it was on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't quite find the word for it.

"You must be new."

[fier]

An easy smile, bright but sharp somehow, yet not quite so wide as to betray the tips of pointed fangs. Lestat wasn't entirely sure the charade should be given up quite so easily. "Me? Oh, no. I'm quite old. But this place is new to me. And I to it, yes." A pause and he looked skyward again, this time his eyes falling shut to bask in the glow, the relative warmth (though the warmth remained superficial only, and his skin retained the chill it always possessed since his last human heartbeat).

"And the sun is new. Or perhaps not. Perhaps an old friend I haven't seen enough of in a long time."

An exciting mystery he fully intended to unravel. His gaze flickered back to the one who'd spoken, letting his eyes linger on him perhaps longer than was strictly necessary. Say what you would of Lestat de Lioncourt, he did not shy away from appreciating beauty when he saw it. "And you? Are you old or new or somewhere between?"

Option B: Imber Beach

[tryingtobe]

Marie's home was flush against the beach and she spent those rare afternoons off along its shore. It suited her perfectly even though the blue sea gave way to endless skies beyond. She found she enjoyed the idea of infinity. In both day and night the world expanded in endless directions.

Her brown boots sank into the sand as she stepped lightly across the shifting shore. A thin brown bang hung over her right shoulder containing her sketchpad, pencils and paints. Her dress clung to her frame as she moved while the insistant winds tugged at her skirt. She was looking for something, a muse, though she didn't know what she was looking for.

Her eyes were drawn to the pale man stretched out over the sand. She didn't know him but Marie found something familiar in the pale complexion of his skin. "Excuse me." When she spoke her voice was sweet, kind and musical, each note accenting the one before it. "You remind me of someone." She spoke with earnest sincerity.

Marie paused for a moment, pulling her fiery red hair over her left shoulder. "Would it be an imposition if I drew you?" It wasn't the beauty of his form that she was after though he was welcome to think that was the case.

Option B

[dreamsallotted]

Be grateful there was a restaurant full of options for you Lestat. All Seel had was the local brothel for his needs, which considering they were all human wasn't really much of anything. And Cobweb - otherwise known as his mother in law. Honestly, finding someone to sleep with him shouldn't have been this fucking difficult. Or wouldn't have been if he wasn't stuck on an island with humans.

It wasn't often he made his way into Imber's beach, but Seel needed a drink, and they had a nice bar there. Or a bar which was the primary prerequisite. So, he was lying back, sipping a glass of red wine--it wasn't nearly as good as the sheh back home, and he thought about complaining for a minute, a cigarette lit, when he noticed Lestat. How could he not notice him, he was gorgeous. Where the hell had you been when Seel had needed you? While Cobweb played up his feminine side, Seel was strictly androgynous, almost like it shifted from one moment to the next.

"I think I'd remember seeing you around. New arrival?" Who definitely didn't get out into the sun that often.

[longedfordeath]

Lestat wasn't the only one of his blood who haunted the islands. The strange little city's streets had become familiar in Louis' weeks there and he'd fallen into his old habit of meandering in busy areas after sunset, wandering into the quiet streets as the night stretched on. It was fitting then that he became aware of Lestat early in the evening.

Later he would not be able to explain how he knew before he saw Lestat, beyond catching a hint of his voice or scent from afar. That night the realization began with a feeling that he was missing something obvious, that there was something nearby he should have been aware of. It nagged at him as he strolled through the passing citizens under lit and dimmed shop signs and the open doors of restaurants, growing increasingly difficult to ignore and only identifiable when he gazed on a familiar sight.

Tall and bold, ever at ease even and effortlessly drawing stares; he couldn't have ignored this figure. He knew that pale handsome face with the sensual lips, the blue eyes drinking in the sight of mortals. This could only Lestat, and Louis was struck with surprise enough to speak. "Of course; you came."

It was an odd trick of fate but they rarely seemed far outside each other's reach, one always following the other whether they knew or not. Even in this strange land outside the Savage Garden, where the vampire was nothing more than another race among dozens. Yet here they were again, Lestat beautiful and commanding, Louis withdrawn and quiet (and dressed in drab clothes that were sure to be criticized). The more things changed.