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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?
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!
Tommen Baratheon | Game of Thrones
It had actually been days since Tommen arrived. At first, when he was directed to the little cabin by that school, he had basically locked himself away and saw no one and nothing but the four walls around him, the few items from home that somehow just appeared, and Ser Pounce. To be fair, the strange place he had arrived in didn't seem dangerous or frightening, but when the last moments you remember from back where you belong consist of hurtling towards the stones of the Red Keep's courtyard, seconds from death, you need time to calm down.
Eventually, though, Tommen decided that he needed to see this new world he'd found himself in. This in itself was a new experience for him. To be walking around the city on his own without an escort of guards was unnerving, and yet freeing at the same time. He was a stranger here. There was nobody to impress or lead -- not that he was any good at either -- and nobody wanted anything from him. He wasn't the king here, and that was wonderful.
After a long walk that seemed to him like it should have been a lot longer, he arrived at a large marketplace and wandered through the rows of booths, doing his best to weave his way though the packed crowd without knocking anyone down or getting knocked down himself. Of course, this was something he was trying to do while staring down at the strange device in his hand that he just could not figure out. Words would scroll by on the surface, as well as strange symbols and images of people.
The jostling of the crowd didn't help this at all, and Tommen stumbled and struggled his way out of the throng, leaning against the wall of a nearby building to stare dumbfounded at the thing in his hand. Of course he'd had it explained to him. Sort of. It was how it worked that baffled him. Hesitantly, he touched one of the symbols and immediately dropped the device with a startled yelp when a loud video message started blaring. The voice was speaking of something he could not for the life of him decipher. Tommen looked around the street self-consciously and snatched the device up from the ground, smacking the thing until the loud voice finally stopped.
"Why can't we just use ravens?" he muttered at the offending thing in his hand, "At least I know how those work."
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While she knew there was a possibility of him coming to the islands, she never believed the day would actually arrive. He thankfully hadn't seen her. She was surrounded by children, having come to play with the orphans of White Willow Village, allowing her a measure of privacy and distraction.
After several days of debating on what she should do, she mustered the last of her courage and prepared herself to face her husband, strong and composed as she often made herself appear. "Tommen?" She called softly, approaching him as he was leaving his home.
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Swallowing hard, he turned towards the voice and stared, his mouth falling open for far longer than he'd have liked. Finally he released his doublet and stepped forward a few paces, then stopped again.
"M-Mar..." he stammered, then cleared his throat and tried again, "Margaery? But you're..."
Dead.
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She had been imprisoned, as had her brother, because Tommen was tender hearted. Yet...how could she expect or want anything else in him? That tenderness was what made him a better person than either Joffery, Cersei or even Margaery. It was unfair to try and remove that innocence.
"I am, I did in our world." Gods, but it was hard to explain. "This place is different. It is capable of pulling us from death."
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Margaery's explanation of how this world could take you from death made his mind reel at the implications of it all, but he had to admit to himself that she wasn't lying. They were both here, and they were both alive.
Tommen fidgeted with his hands nervously, and then gave her a weak smile. "That's...good. This place seemed too nice to be one of the Seven Hells."
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He could be a better man, but only away from his mother's influence and the cruel world of Westeros. It was a blessing that he was here. While his presence might bring her confusion, he would be able to find himself.
"It isn't Hell," she said gently. "Simply another world. Are you well? Did you just arrive?"
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Tommen cleared his throat and took a few more steps closer to her. "I don't really know. I've been here a couple days, but I'm still coming to grips with what happened. I mean...what happened...before I came here."
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"It will take time to process." She told him gently, trying to reassure him while sparing herself from the actual emotions it evoked. "Have you been here alone all of this time?"
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"Y..yes," he replied quietly, "Well, sort of. You see, when I got here, Ser Pounce was in my cabin. So, I guess, not totally alone."
Cats weren't very talkative companions, but Tommen hadn't really wanted to do much talking at first.
Re: Tommen Baratheon | Game of Thrones
The redheaded woman reached into her carry basket, and pulled out a pear. "Here, you look hungry," she said, with a kind smile.
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He gave her a grateful smile and took the pear with his free hand, taking a bit out of it. "Thank you," he said around a mouthful, "What's your name?"
mistakes make me tense too, lol. :D
She smiled at his smile, watching as he ate. "You are welcome. "I am Cassidy of Shalador Nehele and Dharo. And you, young Prince?" she asked with a grin. Prince was a proper address for a male of unknown caste in her world, but she was learning that it meant other things to people from other places. Without her Craft, he could, of course, be from her world and she'd have no way to know.
Well. At least not until he started fussing and being bossy. There was a level of bossyness only Warlord Princes could achieve. No one here even came close.
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Everything he knew about his world had been turning upside down before he died, she he really couldn't be certain. Magic was supposed to have died out with the dragons, but he heard a lot about dragons returning, even if they didn't think he could hear them. Tommen hadn't been the strongest king, but he wasn't deaf.
He took a bite of the pear and chewed, giving her a slightly bashful half-shrug at her question. "King, actually," he mumbled, then recited the unwieldy titles in a tone that indicated he didn't much want them, "Tommen Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
After that long recitation, he sighed and took another bite of the pear. "Not that it did me any good."
warning for spoilers. Which I should have done previously, sorry!
She gave him a warm smile. "Well then, brother, be welcome. If you need a place to stay, there are plenty of rooms at the Queen's residence, and I am certain Jaenelle won't mind."
That... was an awful lot of titles, and that coming from a girl who spent four months learning protocol from the High Priest of the Hour Glass, High Lord of ****, former Warlord Prince of Dhelman, Steward to the Dark Court at Ebon Askavi, Warlord Prince Saetan SaDiablo.
Some days Cassidy almost forgot how much dark power was keeping her, and her people, safe. When she got home, she had so many gifts to put together, so many people in her life to thank. Being here had made her appreciate them all so much more.