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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!

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[leafheld]

"That's what training is for," replied Suguha with a light grin.

"I mean, I train in kendo all the time. So why not train as well normally?"

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[hearts_beat]

"You're right...!" Ellen said. "Um... can you help me train, Suguha? I mean, it was such a wonderful thing and all...!"

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[leafheld]

"Sure, I'm up for that. Though I can't go easy on you, because learning Kendo is pretty strict," said Suguha.

"But I'll definitely teach you what I know."

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[hearts_beat]

"Oh, thank you...!" Ellen said, quickly scooping up the other girl into a hug. The hold she put her in was certainly of one very happy to have a friend.

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[leafheld]

Suguha laughed as she was hugged and she hugged back. "Not a problem, we'll have a lot of fun together, I know it."

[tript]

Trip was right behind her. He wasn't risking his life just for curiosity. He was used to running from danger, albeit not in a drain.

He looked back over his shoulder to see the statue was still teetering and didn't seem to be going further over in either direction. Which was just another odd thing to add to the list.

But if he thought they were safe he was mistaken: water was starting to pool around their feet. "Keep going!" The sooner they were out of here, the better.

[democratically]

"Oh!" There was a surprised hint to her voice, and it was all Padmé needed to actually run like her life depended on it, and it quite possibly did. She did maintain a schedule here, jogging in the mornings and doing other routines that she had learned when training with her handmaidens. But there it was, a few more feet ahead of them, and Padmé scrambled to reach it.

[tript]

Trip easily kept up with Padmé, his time working on Enterprise, and his free time in the gym, kept him in shape. But the rising water level didn't help their speed.

When he reached the opening they'd come in from, he lunged for the outside. For a moment it felt like the water was going to suck him back in, but he made it to the dry ground, panting and hoping nothing was going to follow them out.

[democratically]

She could feel her own pulse rising with the water, sucking in breaths as she ran. He was close enough that all she had to do was tilt her head and see him, yet out they went, and Padmé darted to the side, panting. Her toes squished within her boots and for a moment there was silence, before she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape, followed by another, until it rippled down from her. "Well... That was certainly unexpected. Are you alright, or should I start to drag you back to the clinic again?"

[tript]

He smiled at her laughter. Escaping from trouble was a nice, normal thing to do. He'd sort of missed it. But now the adrenalin was starting to wear off he wasn't completely alright: the way he'd fallen hadn't done his poor, abused shoulders much good. He wasn't about to admit it, though.

"I'm fine," he said, sitting up and wringing the water out from the bottom of his pants. "Are you alright?" Looking back into the drain it seemed quiet, so they were safe at least.

[democratically]

How many times had Padmé found herself in a situation like that? Far too many for a mere Senator to find herself in. Yet, one could argue that she had never been anything remotely close to mere in her life. It was her political stance that had actually put her in to some of the situations that she had found herself in.

"A little winded and a bit more wet, but nothing that needs medical attention." Padmé did glance back in the direction that they had come from, nose wrinkling ever so. "Although it seems that that approach is no longer viable."

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[tevinteraltus]

01 Aerilon
Dorian would be lying to himself if he'd attempted to say he hadn't been very glad to be shuffled from that flying ship. Yes, of course he'd like to see precisely how it flew and all that, but he'd spent nearly an hour after disembarking quieting his stomach and decided to get back to the mysterious vessel that had brought him here. In order to shake the disquiet of being in completely unfamiliar surroundings swirling with alien magic, after he trusted his stomach not to revolt, he decided to take in the sights. There were others here, obviously. They were all milling about the port, bustling the nearby market, chattering on as though this were all normal. The law of averages suggested, and the offering of shelter and food affirmed, he was certainly not the only one to come from, well, elsewhere. He'd simply have to do what he did best to see just where he'd been ferried.

He walked the streets of the market district of Aerilon with his shoulders back, his head held high, a pleasant and confident smile on his lips. No one need know he was nearly scared. In fact, the less they knew of that the better. He did stop occasionally, to examine wares at a particular stall that caught his eye, but as much to see if he recognized anything as to see what stood for quality in this place. Neither were particularly telling. If he passed close enough to someone else who looked, well, more fresh than the locals, he offered a hand and made eye contact as he greeted them, though after a few too many looks suggesting he might be a little mad, he decided 'Dorian of House Pavus' was a pointless introduction.

"Good afternoon, or what I assume is afternoon at any rate. Did you, by any chance, also take an unscheduled voyage on a sky ship to get here? I'm trying to work out whether or not I'm special, though I'm prepared for any hurt feelings I may suffer." He let that hang for only a moment before finishing, "I'm Dorian of House 'why does it matter, it clearly means nothing here'. And you are?"

05 VIDEO
[Dorian's always been a quick study, and this communicator was no exception. In fact, it was difficult not to discern it's function when there were large buttons labeled with precisely their intended functions.

He makes a mock salute as the device alerts him it's broadcasting.]

Good afternoon. For those of you I haven't met, my name is Dorian. For those of you I have, greetings from afar. I wanted to ask the lot of you what is, most likely, a deceptively difficult question.

[He crosses his arms, tapping his chin in thought.] How long have you all been here? Has the cycle of this place been fairly consistent, save the arrival of a fifth island comprised, apparently, of fragments of our homeworlds? If so, have any of you noticed any patterns that may suggest all of this is being consciously controlled rather than automated? Have any of you discerned the origins of the magic keeping the island aloft? If so, what have you found?

[He clears his through and chuckles at himself.] Well, I suppose it was a series of questions, wasn't it? [He waves a hand as though to dismiss that comment.] No matter. You need not answer them in serial, but any information you can provide will be most welcome.

05 Audio

[babyhunter]

[Clary sees no reason to use the video chat. It's like using Skype and it's a little weird so she sticks with using her phone as a phone.]

That's a lot. Do you really think anyone here knows anything or would want to share with us?

[She's only been on Medietas for a week or so and she was no okay with any of it. People don't usually get kidnapped by a flying boat and set to another world. That is not okay.]

It looks like whoever is in charge isn't taking visitors.

05 Audio

[tevinteraltus]

[He's fine with audio, too. It's not unlike a Sending crystal, really.]

Oh, I don't know, but I'd at least like to assume we're not all on opposing sides here, for the time-being of course.

[A pause.]

Mmm. It does, indeed, doesn't it? It's never a good sign when the government isn't open to the input of the masses. It leads to a lot of corruption and a dreadful superiority complex.

05 Audio

[babyhunter]

Do we really count as the masses? We're more like uninvited guests from who knows where.

[She waves a hand but manages to not drop the phone.]

This isn't exactly normal.

[frankensteinian]

"You could always find me later, when you do have something that would work." Unless she thinks he's going to hide from her or something.

[frankensteinian]

He waits for a second and then follows her. "Those people that you're looking for, have you tried getting in touch with them on the network?" It's possible they're here and she doesn't know it.

[tript]

"I guess not." He sighed. "I feel like something is trying to tell us not to investigate further." But he grinned as he added, "Just makes me want to find out what's going on all the more."

[ms_perfection]

"Yeah I'll do that, I mean, it's a cool thing you're okay with it cause older you would probably not be that open to it and here I am comparing things and yeah."

Kamala blushed, rubbing her head sheepishly.

Re: 05 Audio

[tevinteraltus]

We're talking on devices specifically provided for us as soon was we disembark. Now, one could argue they are produced in mass and provided upon arrival, but how is it they contain the address specifically assigned to us, are already granted access to our designated bank accounts? It may be a simple enchantment, but I'd still wager we're hardly uninvited, which begs the question.

[He pauses here for dramatic effect.]

Why? Certainly some of us are, to some, more valuable than others, but it's all rather lavish for hostages, wouldn't you say?

05 Audio

[babyhunter]

It looks like there are a lot of empty houses. Sort of like college where they assign people where there is space. I don't see how that explains very much. And the accounts are set to the phone, it's all very generic.

[It doesn't seem like enough proof for her. She's skeptical.]

Lavished? I don't see this as Lavished. I have things to do that aren't here. People that aren't here.

05 Audio

[tevinteraltus]

Dorian Pavus is not generic, and I'm quite sure you aren't, either, whatever it is your name may be. The accounts, however, do list our given names, don't they? Doesn't that strike you as a bit odd, unless we were expected?

[He pauses for a moment.]

Lavish, meaning elaborate and luxurious. I don't recall the word suggesting anything by way of convenience, but please, do go on about how they've put you out. We certainly don't have any more pressing issues to discuss.

05 Audio

[babyhunter]

Clary. [Her account technically doesn't list her given name since Clary doesn't know it but her name is clearly written.]

So what? We have some stalkers that have brought us here?

And I know what Lavish means but I don't consider this luxurious. Unless you know a way of this floating piece of rock, then we don't have much we can talk about except how everyone knows nothing.

I'm sure that will get us far. [Her voice is saturated in sarcasm.]

[frankensteinian]

"I don't how to explain that, but I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not like him then." An older version of himself. That's strange, and it makes him wonder what might still happen that would change him. "Perhaps when we changed the future, we did more than prevent the slaughter of untold numbers of mutants."

[ms_perfection]

"That would probably be the best outcome," said Kamala. It was before her time after all considering everything.