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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

[longedfordeath]

Louis shrugged, a slow lift and drop of his shoulders. "If you're looking for someone, they aren't here." In his experience, the lone women who searched the streets at night were usually seeking out straying lovers. At least, that was one of the options. "Or are you running from someone?"

[still_running]

Running? She felt like she was always running, at least with the Doctor she was.

"Here as in this street? Because I can see that. Or here as in this world, in which case I'd bloody well like to know why you seem so sure of that."

She would find her husband, she would find the Doctor, she would find her daughter. Of the three, one of them had to be here. Or, based on what Donna had said, several of one of them was likely here.

[longedfordeath]

"I have no idea who it is you're looking for, only that they haven't come by here lately."

Louis watched the woman, feeling sorry for her more than anything. She looks lovely, he was sure she was lovely when she wasn't distressed, and it's sad that a woman like that had to search for her lover in the darkened (so to say) streets.

"Good luck."

[still_running]

"Then why exactly did you stop me?" she asked, stalking closer, teetering on the edge of cross. Amy Pond was no fragile flower to be told what she wanted she couldn't have and drift away sadly. No, if you were going to point out that which was both painful and obvious, you were going to have to explain why.

This is the woman who once threatened someone with the equivalent of an electric tooth brush, and meant every word of it. And she meant now to have answers. Because that's what she learned with the Doctor. When someone borderline creepy looking starts being vague and or menacing at you, poke at the reason with a stick until you find out what's really going on.

[longedfordeath]

However formidable Amy might be, and he could see the strength and fire in her, Louis had no fear because he has no self-preservation instinct. He simply ducked his head in apology, always polite and recognizing his misstep. "Only to let you know you were on the wrong track. I'm sorry, it wasn't my intent to have wasted your time."

[still_running]

She pulled back a bit, considered, then grinned. "Alright then, you can help me find them. Two pairs of eyes have got to be better than one."

Few things phase Amy, and if she thinks you might be hiding something, she'll find out what. Or leave it to the Doctor to find out what while she kisses her husband. That could work too.

[longedfordeath]

He blinked. "If that's what you wish, I'll do what I can." He wasn't doing anything particularly important at the moment, so why not?

Louis rarely shared many details about himself, but he didn't often hide them either. He stepped toward Amy, always graceful, and offered a gloved hand for her to shake. "Your name? Mine is Louis." Despite his nondescript American accent (with a slight sharpness to the consonants), he gave the French pronunciation.

[still_running]

Her accent was pretty consistently scottish through the whole thing, she put her hand in his, like she expected it to either be taken or kissed. Handshakes were dull, and were for old people.

"Thanks then. So tell me, do you even have clue one who we're looking for?"

[longedfordeath]

Since she seemed to expect it Louis took her hand and gave it the kiss all gentlemen would have given in his mortal lifetime as a colonial creole in New Orleans. No one could deny he has an assortment of major faults, but bad etiquette was not among them.

"Not at all. All I have to offer are an extra pair of eyes."

[still_running]

"Right. So we're looking for any one of three people."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scowled at it. Dead. She sighed and put it back. Pictures would have been easier. "Right. So Rory first. Stupid face, stupid hair, about this tall" she gestured, "Probably looks resigned. Small amount of stubble. ring matches mine." She held her hand up again so her wedding ring was visible.

"Doctor next. Bow tie he thinks is cool, but isn't, flippy hair, hidden possibly under a fez or a stetson. Looks human, clearly not. No sense, probably running right at trouble, and if there is none, managing to find some anyway. Oh, also, big blue box, says police."

"River. Curly hair. A little too in love with her gun, apparently a good kisser," weird to say that given who River was. Is. "Smug, usually. Probably either in handcuffs or putting someone else in them. Blue diary."

And yes, to her mind, those descriptions were sufficient.

[longedfordeath]

So her husband, her somehow inhuman doctor, and her doctor's lover. An odd assortment from description alone, but Louis wouldn't judge. He tried to isolate the useful details and came away with only a height estimate, a hat and a bow tie and, possibly, someone in handcuffs.

He nodded, his mild puzzlement apparent on his face. "All right. What about their ages, or skin and hair colors?"

[still_running]

"All look like they could be from Leadworth if it came down to it. River has blond, The Doctor brown, Rory has one of those weird colors that could be dark blond or light brown. It's weird."

But she loved it anyway.

"They all look about my age, more or less. And given one of them is my kid, and another is like..900... and the other one is over two thousand, give or take a few thousand years, not sure which of those answers disturbs me more."

[longedfordeath]

What an odd assortment she must be looking for. Louis only stops to nod at the woman, trying not to show too much skepticism. "Whatever you say."

Her descriptions didn't bother him at all and Lous simply shrugged. No matter how complicated and convoluted her explanation might be, it would probably still make sense within a vampiric timeline. "However old they are, then, we'll seek them out."

[still_running]

She nodded. Whoever this was, they were suddenly being awfully helpful. Rory would just accept that, she knew. He was that sort himself. The Doctor was also that sort but would find it suspicious, even if he acted like he didn't. Amy... was more like the Doctor that way. So she kept her suspicions to herself, but her eyes open as they searched.