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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

[hearts_beat]

Beat blinked in surprised as Kamala unmasked herself. Okay, that was unexpected. But, if she was doing that...

Letting out a small relaxing sigh, she removed the brooch hanging on her chest, her costume disappeared in a burst of light, leaving her in her normal clothes.

"My name's Ellen. Ellen Kurokawa."

[thexlegacy]

She looked very similar to her father but no, she was never part of the X-men. "No." Her voice was soft as she put the comic safely back into her backpack. It was what little she had in remembrance of her father.

"There are no X-men anymore." Because Logan had died.

[ms_perfection]

"X-Men's just a name," said Kamala, shaking her head. "The X-Men live, inside. Not just by their deeds or their powers. But what they do to change the world."

Kamala bit her lip as she reached up and peeled her mask off slowly, brushing her long hair away from her face. "I met Logan, in the sewer of Jersey, chasing down a guy I called the Inventor. He was this big, parrot-headed crazypants clone of Thomas Jefferson but that's besides the point."

Taking a breath, Kamala pushed on. "The point is, he had lost his healing factor, after I mentioned we both have similar powers. But after a massive sewer gator fight, I asked him a simple question: Is it possible to help people without doing any harm?"

"He said no, it isn't. Pain cycles. You can help people without harming them, but it always cycles back to you. I didn't want to believe it for the longest time, but it's the best advice I was given. Pain might hurt, you might miss people... when they're gone. My Logan is gone, and I didn't even get a chance to see him one last time. But making sure that you use the chance he gave for a brighter future? That's something worth taking the pain for. And believe me, it hurts."

[ms_perfection]

Man she's damn pretty. Kamala would have been jealous of her looks a few months ago. Now? She grinned and held out a hand.

"Kamala Khan. Wanna be friends?"

[hearts_beat]

That drew a big smile on Ellen's face, taking Kamala's hand and nodding enthusiastically. "Of course! I'd really like that a lot!"

"I mean... you DID trust me with your identity and I trusted you with mine, so...!"

Yeah, she had to admit there was a bit of a big trust thing there. And yeah, there was also the fact that Kamala was pretty, too, but she probably wouldn't want to hear that...!

[thexlegacy]

Laura's fingers curl into fists as Kamala continues. She knew that her father had struggled with hurting people, he always fought and he always felt the lost. It was a pain that Laura was familiar with and one that she had already gotten used to. Killing wasn't easy, you carried each life you stole with you.

"I know." Her voice was soft but filled with pain.

She didn't want to talk about her father. Her Logan? It didn't make any sense. She'd watched him die after promising Charles that she'd keep him alive. She'd continue his legacy if she could but she didn't know how to do that. Not anymore.

[ms_perfection]

"Awesome! Its really cool you're a superhero and I'm a superhero and we can hang out and stuff..." said Kamala with a grin.

She wouldn't mind being called pretty to be fair, Kamala really had no good moments being called that other than from her folks.

"So, want to get off this roof and go get something to eat?"

[hearts_beat]

"Sure! But, ah... either you need to get into some normal clothes or I should transform again." Ellen said, grinning sheepishly.

It would be awkward to go do that in their state.

[ms_perfection]

"But it gets better," said Kamala, continuing. She realized Laura was hurting and then, it hit her. This was X-23. The new Wolverine. Laura. She was younger, yes, but this was definitely the same. The way she talked about Logan, looking for him... it made sense now.

"It gets. Better. Believe me. Being a hero, is like one big game of pass-it-on. You help someone. They help someone else. Then they help another. Even the small things work. That's what being a hero is. You help, you take their pain even if it means getting hurt. It's like your body seizes up with every blow. But there's always a chance you will find your answer."

[thexlegacy]

Laura looked up at the other girl and nodded. She understood but she current escape her current pain. Her fathers death was fresh in her mind and while she had seen him as a hero, she knew who he had been. He'd been close to giving up, ready to surrender at any moment and yet he didn't.

He was and would always be the bravest person that she knew. She'd never forget him or his sacrifices.

Laura didn't consider herself much of a hero and the longer she stood here, staring at Kamala, she realized that she didn't know what to do here. It was a hard thing to admit, before she had a goal, people to protect but now... what did she have? "I don't know what to do." She admitted softly, wondering if this girl would understand.

[ms_perfection]

"You do what feels right," said Kamala gently, pocketing her phone. "Be that screaming or searching, helping, or whatever. There's plenty to do, and enough to see. It's a huge world, and I think what you can do, is start small."

Looking over at the island behind them, she added, "There's nothing stopping us from searching for answers. And those with the power to help should do all they can, lest they be idle themselves. Find one thing. Then another. One foot forward, every moment you can take a step."

[democratically]

It was the question in what direction they should run. Given the way it was moving, it could, arguably, end up in either direction. Yet the shove aided in the choice, letting Padmé take a few stumbling steps forward, followed by a few more, before turning back over her shoulder. Unless it grew working legs, it wasn't as if it could follow them. "Trip..."

[thexlegacy]

Laura didn't know what felt right. Her current emotions were an odd twist between rage, sadness and loss. She'd lost her friends, her father and was now someplace new. She was only beginning to learn her way when her world shifted; her only clear goal had been survival.

She didn't say anything more. She nodded her head and turned on her heel, stepping back towards the town behind her. She didn't know much about it, there weren't that many cars but she'd learn more and after that, Laura would figure out what to do next.

[ms_perfection]

"Ah yeah about that."

Going over to the nearby chimney, she pulled out a bag that was hidden there and pulled out a jacket. "I wear my costume under my clothes," she said, slipping on the jacket, and hiding most of her costume. The rest went into the backpack.

[hearts_beat]

"Oh... I see." Oh, well, that was simple!

"Y'know, Kamala, I'm still surprised you let me know who you were. Do you really trust me that much? I mean..."

[ms_perfection]

"Well..." said Kamala, tucking her scarf into her bag. "Normally I wouldn't just blow my identity out of the water like I did here. But something told me that it was okay."

"Besides," she added, putting her mask into her bag. "You're not the only one who is burdened here. It seems like there's a lot of people who have trouble, and the more teammates and friends I have, the better. Someone's gotta look out for the little people, right?"

Re: Doctor Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange MCU

[misterdoctorstrange]

"I have absolutely no idea who those people are, but it seems like the Avengers are constantly adding new people after they throw old members into prison," Strange said. He'd caught up with that a bit but thought the whole thing was rather stupid and he had too much to worry about to devote much time to it.

[misterdoctorstrange]

"Tony Stark, I've seen him on the news before. I suppose it does look a bit like his, doesn't it?" he said. Perhaps he had unconsciously copied the style but he thought it had suited him well. He actually liked it more than being clean shaven.

"But I'm Doctor Stephen Strange. No relation to Stark."

Re: Doctor Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange MCU

[ms_perfection]

"From what I've gotten, it might be that you guys in your world don't have them. Yet, or currently," replied Kamala with a shake of her head. "Depends on how your world stacks up against mine really."

[protectshistory]

"It's a good look," she assured him,  not wanting to make him self-conscious over a slip of the tongue.

When he introduced himself, she gave a small smile.  "Maybe no relation,  but definitely a mouthful all on your own. Dr. Strange? Sounds like a good name for a supervillian in a Bond movie."

[frankensteinian]

"It's..." He starts to answer, then is distracted by something else she said. "Jean started her own school?" No one has mentioned that yet, but then again, the Jean they know is hardly old enough to be past being a student herself.

[ms_perfection]

"Ah well..." How to explain that it's only in name only and the current Jean Grey was still a teenager after being yanked from the past to the future?

"It's in her name. Logan, Wolverine named it after her, after the... uh... six, seven times by now it's been destroyed? Time was not friendly to it. It's the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning now last I checked."

[frankensteinian]

He doesn't want to hurt her, even by letting go of her, so he gently lowers her arms until he's not holding her up anymore. "I don't know why. No one knows why we were brought here or why we haven't been allowed to leave."

That's a strange word. He knows what it means, of course (how could he not, after all?), but he doesn't understand it in the context of this conversation. "Eden?"

[thexlegacy]

Laura felt her arm drop down to her side while her claws slowly retracted. She felt trapped but she wasn't cuffed or chained down like she had been in the past.

"We were all going to find Eden." Her voice sounded small, more like a child's. She began listing the names of her friends but this time she added her fathers name.

[frankensteinian]

"Logan." There's a name he hadn't expected to hear (unless he's talking about his cat). "Logan is associated with a school?" Admittedly they hadn't known each other for that long (from his perspective, at least), but Logan didn't really seem like the type to be associated with a building intended to teach others.