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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

[fier]

In Lestat's case, human was the entire menu. It was best that way. Of course from time to time there'd been the odd vampire, but that blood came with consequences. Or gifts, if you'd rather. Lestat mostly preferred to see it that way at this moment anyway. It was subject to change -- as were most of his whims and feelings, just waiting for the next direction that the wind happened to blow.

Lestat could smell the faint scent of smoke, feel the weight of a gaze (metaphoric though that weight may be) on him. One eye cracked open, blinded a moment to adjust to the sunlight, which he wondered if he would ever be used to. He was already looking in his direction when the words were spoken. His lips curved up into a smile at the question. "Yes, fresh off the boat as they say. And you would remember me. Most tend to."

It was vanity, yes, but also true. Lestat was far from subtle more often than not. He made an impression, usually by design. Occasionally unintentionally. Either way, he was not easily forgotten.

[dreamsallotted]

It was definitely safe to say Lestat reminded him of someone--and that was not a compliment. Or maybe it was? The type of person who seems to rule his life by his emotions, what moves him from one minute to the next. The type who alternated between those two extremes of extreme aggression and loving passion. Was the vague sense of deja vu just the hair and the eyes or was there something deeper in there? Seel couldn't help but scowl for a brief minute, this was not Calanthe. But it didn't help Lestat's case that he reminded him of him, perhaps on a merely superficial level. And damn was he still attracted to him.

Seel inhaled, wondering why he'd ever given this up in the first place--it wasn't like it was going to kill him--and set his glass down.

"Yes, I think I would remember you. You're not easily forgotten." The vanity worked in your favor, Lestat. Seel liked it, it was very Wraeththu. It was not vanity to acknowledge your beauty, or beauty in others. It was more selfish to deny it.

"Care for a drink?" He gestured to his glass. "It's not great."

[fier]

The scowl was far more interesting than it ought to be. Lestat was used to vexing people, though usually he needed more than half a dozen words and a moment to accomplish that. So this would be a new record, of sorts. One that he would be oddly proud of, but certainly wasn't aiming for.

But the blond didn't seem all that worried by the expression anyway, and simply nodded at the observation. "More than a few have wished otherwise."

At least he had enough self-awareness to realize his flaws, though not nearly enough self-awareness not to revel in them all the same -- when he wasn't taking in a fit of self-loathing. Those were exhausting, to him and everyone unfortunate enough to be around him.

A shake of his head at the offer. "Thanks, but I'm afraid I can't. Special diet."

[dreamsallotted]

They had that in common. Seel thought himself a profoundly self aware har. But there were often times when he found himself reacting in ways he could not imagine, would have not thought possible. He was skilled at self deception, and while at times he might realize he had a long way to go before he'd dug deep down to the truth, other times it was easier to blame others. He'd been manipulated. It wasn't his fault. Blaming the Aghama, his God, was always a good excuse right? Thiede made me do it.

Listening to Lestat, Seel decided, yes, he did sound familiar. Maybe he could separate Cal from this person, judge him for who he was and not who he reminded him of. He took a sip of the wine he had just put down. Why was he continuing to drink this swill?

"Pity. Although not too much. You're not missing much. " Seel cocked his head, taking him in, Lestat really was quite stunning. Not quite Wraeththu beauty, but he could still appreciate it.

"Get kidnapped often? I suppose it could be worse. At least we have the illusion of freedom, if not escape."

[fier]

"Too bad. I barely remember the taste of wine, but I do miss it from time to time." But then, only from time to time. The taste of blood was sweeter than any wine he had ever drank, the rush of it more than any alcohol. Well, perhaps he was biased on that front too, given that it sustained him, had for centuries.

"Well, not often. But... more often than I would like to admit." Magnus. Marius. Akasha. Dear lord he really was abducted too often how had this happened to him. The tragedy of being in irresistible he expected. A sigh.

"It's a pretty prison, as they go. And it does come with some benefits I was not expecting to ever enjoy. For now I'm not feeling ill will towards whoever may be responsible." A pause, accompanied by a smile, bright but with an oddly sharp side, dangerous. "That may change, at some point."

[dreamsallotted]

"It's just the vintage I ordered. I hope. I've had good wines on the islands before. They don't hold a candle to what's available at home, but we all get by." Seel tilted his head, regarding the stranger. " Why not break your diet then?"

If Seel was paying attention, he might have noticed that Lestat felt a lot like Louis, their energies were the same, species wise. They had the same ebb and flow, the same pattern and feel. But he wasn't, so he didn't notice.

"I'm sure it will. Even pretty prisons are still prisons, once you get used to the decor. " Seel acknowledged the dangerous glint, smiling back, but there was no one to take out the frustrations on. And Seel was used to pretty prisons. Sometimes it was just to hard to fight it.