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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

Cassian Andor | SW: Rogue One

[itwasneverachoice]

1. Getting settled

Getting settled was easier said than done for Cassian. Never mind the fact that he didn't do settled (a life constantly fighting for the Rebellion didn't leave a huge amount of time for stopping to consider the next step), but physically he spent the most of his first two weeks there simply recovering. The fall had damaged him about as much as he'd thought at the time, but since he was convinced he was going to die, it hadn't bothered him. He did what needed to be done.

Trouble was, he wasn't sure how to live now. Jyn wasn't here. K2 wasn't here. None of Rogue One were, and it meant that he was without distraction, something that hadn't happened for twenty years, since he joined the Rebellion.

First of all, he needed a plan of attack, and that meant trying to work out what he was dealing with here. He'd been told that it was peaceful, but he never relied on anything that he hadn't seen with his own eyes. And so if you were walking around Medietas, you would see a wary looking young man, balancing precariously on crutches, restlessly walking the streets.

[democratically]

She had settled in to life here, incorporating various aspects in to it on a daily basis. In truth, there were times when Padmé wasn't even certain how long she had been here. Some days it felt like years, although she knew that it wasn't true. She had found her son, grown in to his own man, and the appearance of Anakin just recently, as well. Younger though, very young, unknowing of what lay ahead.

Yet she carried on as she always had, taking each day one at a time. She enjoyed her work at the village, and while helping children wasn't quite the same as being a Senator, she was still making a difference in her own way. On her way home, she did pause to buy some groceries, a few small items to make herself a salad, before continuing on.

It should be no surprise that he catches her attention given that he was on crutches. Pausing for a moment, she regarded him, before speaking. He did seem a little lost, or perhaps distracted, and it was clear that he was recovering from some injury. "Did you- would you like a hand with anything?"

[itwasneverachoice]

Whatever Cassian had been expecting when the woman had approached him, it wasn't an offer for help. Too used to having to fend for himself, too used to being on his own most of the time, without reaching out to anyone he could even vaguely call friend, he forgot that interacting with people was normal, that most people did it regularly.

He shook his head for a moment, then smiled at the woman. "I, um, I'm new here," he said with an apologetic look. "I'm still trying to work out exactly what this place is, and why I'm here." Because he had to be for some purpose other than to save him from dying. He was an intelligence officer, a spy. There had to be some deeper reason for him being here, he just had to find it.

[democratically]

"Ah. Well, I hope not to discourage you, but those are things we are all still working on." Some more actively than others, she would admit. Whatever this place was, it was not exactly normal. After all, Padmé had a grown son here, a son she had just born before passing and before awakening here, after passing. Yet she lived and she breathed just like any normal human.

"You've found your residence, I hope?" Uncertain on just how new he was, or just how mobile. Padmé knew how disjointed she had felt with arriving here.

[itwasneverachoice]

He frowned slightly at her words, but rather than discourage him, it only made him more determined. "You'll find very little discourages me," he pointed out.

If he'd known her story, he could sympathise with finding yourself alive here. He should have been dead in the destruction on Scarif, and yet here he was, alone, unsure of what his path was now.

"Ah, yes, I have." Far more than he was ever used to on Yavin IV, where his rank gave him a certain amount of space, but it could never be described as homely. It was a place to sleep, nothing more. "It's generous of our mysterious benefactors, hmmm?"

[democratically]

While Padmé had no qualms about being here, she knew that not everyone felt the same way. She had nothing to return to but others did. Even Anakin himself had much growing to do, although Padmé would prefer that some events he never did learn about. It was a selfish thought though, and she would have to talk with him about some things eventually.

"It is. I did find it rather peculiar, although the house appears to be what it is. A house. The items within are items that should belong to you, four anyway. They, it, or whatever is behind all of this, even provided additional items not too long ago. Some, like myself, received smaller items from home. Others have received bigger items. Castles and keeps." There was a small shrug of her shoulders. "If they seek to keep us biddable, it would only go so far anyway. Yet... I have yet to see a space vessel, and most here are not even familiar with the technology."

Although Padmé paused, realizing that he might not be either. "There is no communication, save for any upon any of the islands. Although I fear I'm not very technological. My particular skill set didn't quite translate to something here, so perhaps there are those who are working on a means to seek correspondence."

[itwasneverachoice]

He was silent as he took everything in, but some of her words stuck with him. Biddable. Bile rose in his throat as he thought about it, and his expression would have given him away had he not schooled it into a far more neutral expression quickly. What had he walked into if this woman felt that whoever was in charge here was keeping the people who arrived 'biddable'?

"No space vessels? Truly? Are there any other forms of transport?" That truly meant they were stuck if there was no way to get off the planet. Was that what they wanted? Bring people here, abandon them, and do what with them? This was a lot to take in at once.

He winced slightly as he resettled himself on his crutches. He hated to show weakness in front of anyone, but he'd left the clinic too early, unsurprisingly. He wasn't going to lie about all day when he could be out finding information - and what he'd learned proved that he had been correct. He gave a flash of a smile. "Oh I'm fairly technologically adept." Certainly enough to reprogramme Imperial Droids, and to do whatever the Rebellion ever needed him to. "Perhaps I should make contact with them." Not a question. Definitely a statement of intent.

[democratically]

"Off planet? No. There are ways to travel around the island, although they vary. Some do arrive with their own transport." It hadn't been one of Padmé's items though, either with her initial arrival, or more recently. Then again, what would she really do with her vessel? It would likely be more for decoration here, at least for now.

"You would at least be able to ask what it is that they have tried, although not everything translates quite the same here. There are many from a planet called Earth." Although she paused, as he may well be from there. It seems that the majority truly are but she also knows that that planet can be quite varied.

[itwasneverachoice]

He frowned slightly. Earth was a planet he'd never visited, so he didn't know where it was. Why would a lot of people be from it? Did it have some kind of significance he didn't know about? He thought he knew a lot about all the planets and moons, he didn't like not knowing. "I don't know it," he admitted, and decided to try something. "I'm from Fest." A densely populated planet, but with not much to recommend it to anyone else. He didn't care who knew he was from there - he hadn't been back since he was six.

[democratically]

"Fest?" Her brows furrowed and her thoughts turned inward, trying to grasp why there was that little niggling feeling at the back of her mind. There was something, Padmé thought, that was vaguely familiar about that name. "It... is an Outer Rim planet, isn't it?"

Although chances were just as likely that it happened to be nothing of the sort. This place did have its little quirks, for there were many people from the planet called Earth, and yet there were many different Earths. The same would, therefore, apply to other planets.

[itwasneverachoice]

Cassian nodded carefully, watching the woman as she tried to work out where Fest was. Given all she had said, he was surprised to actually hear her mention the Outer Rim.

This was interesting, and it meant that she was someone to watch - and get to know. Who knew just where her sympathies lay, and right now Cassian was working with no information. "It is. A very cold planet."

[democratically]

Padmé didn't know too much about it. She could recall something happening there during the Clone Wars, but a lot had happened on many planets during the war. But, with that which he had offered up, Padmé responded in kind. "I was born on Naboo. Neither too hot or too cold."

Re: Cassian Andor | SW: Rogue One

[manga_goddess_skuld]

If he happened to be walking around the new isle with its odd mismatched buildings and aesthetics, the 'bot sweeping the front of a Japanese temple might catch his eye. But if it didn't, the loud explosion from inside the house behind the robot probably would.

The bot slowly stopped sweeping, laborously turned to face the building, lifted its metal hat to peer up at the smoke. It stared for a moment, then almost seemed to shrug, turned back the way it had been facing, and calmly resumed sweeping.

Another explosion followed, and the Robot ignored that one completely.

Re: Cassian Andor | SW: Rogue One

[itwasneverachoice]

Cassian had no idea that it was a newly arrived island. All he knew was that it was like nothing he'd ever seen, and that he'd probably walked too far on his crutches, but he wasn't the kind of person to ever give up on on anything just because he was injured.

But the explosion had him diving for cover. For once, he wasn't involved in an explosion, but he had an automatic reaction which was to ensure he wasn't hurt, then assess the situation as quickly as possible without being captured. To his surprise, all he saw leaving the building was a droid, the like of which he'd never seen before, but it appeared to be acting independently. All the droids he'd known do that had been reprogrammed by the Rebels. Just what had he walked in on?

Really, explosions near a man who was most likely suffering from PTSD was not a good idea. "What the...?".

[manga_goddess_skuld]

A young woman staggered out of the temple and half collapsed against the bot, her had resting against its round face. She looked a bit singed, the edge of one hair ribbon was smoldering slightly still. Her clothing was a bit worse for the wear at the edges, but mostly still intact.

"So... that wasn't the right compression..." she said to the bot, then blinked and saw him. She started to speak then saw that he was injured. Did her explosion...? She looked worried and panicked as she stumbled to her feet. "I'm so sorry! come in, I'll fix you right up!" she reached for his arm.