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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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"Her mother knows she's with me." He figures it's best to get that out of the way first. He's not stealing babies or something. "She's at work and I'm not, so it saves on babysitting costs."

He should probably back up and start from the beginning. "She's my...daughter. Not her," he indicates the baby, "her mother. From my life before I met you and Charles."

"Grandchild," Raven said, voice heavy with sarcasm. To be fair, she'd known him for twenty years and if he'd had a child before they'd met, she would be old enough to have a child of her own, but she couldn't imagine any parent willing to let the person who'd abandoned them care for their own child.

It was a topic she tried not to think about. She didn't have any maternal instincts and, if she did, they were well hidden.

"Want to try again?"

It's okay if you don't believe him, Raven. He can keep providing proof until you do.

"Her mother's name is Lorna Dane. Her mother's name was Suzanne Dane. She and her husband died in a plane crash when Lorna was four. I thought that it would be better if she were raised by her aunt and uncle in a stable home than by me. I've wondered a few times lately if that was the right decision, but it's done." Lorna can confirm anything he's just told her, if necessary.

He looks down at the baby again. "Her name is Erika."

"You find yourself here, a place I can't even describe, and you find not only your previously unknown daughter, but her daughter as well?" Raven was already shaking her head. It was fantastical to believe that she'd found someone she knew. The coincidences were starting to pile up and it was only so long until they crossed the line into conspiracy.

"You had a pretty stable life for a while there," she pointed out. Although she knew what he was referring to. That vendetta of his. It was no life for a child. But he'd given up a life of retribution for the family life once. Why hadn't he done it the first time? Sometimes she wondered whether she really knew Erik at all; he was always such a mystery to her.

If this even was Erik. With everything she'd seen so far, it was hard to believe her eyes.

He doesn't have to be the psychic one to know what she's thinking. He had taught her well, after all, during the time when he had known her quite well. "Ten years ago Peter helped break me out of the Pentagon and neither of us knew about our connection at the time." Not only is he assuming that Raven knows already, or at least that she can figure it out from context, but also implicating Peter is his prison break. "The mutant community isn't that large. We come across each other in many seemingly-improbable ways."

He doesn't know how things would be different if he hadn't been so determined to go after Shaw for what had happened. It's something he never thinks about, because he doesn't regret what he did in the slightest. "I tried it that way. I don't think that life is for me."

Except here. Here he has no choice. He can't leave even if he wants to.

So he knew about Peter. Either Peter had told him or he'd figured it out on his own. To be fair, she hadn't been exactly discreet about their connection when it came to the students and one of them might have let it slip to Erik assuming he knew already. But still...

"That wasn't the child I was referring to," she said softly. Although it did bring up an interesting point she'd never known about him. She'd never quite realized how many children he had. There was Peter and she'd heard something about a sister. Then there was the daughter who'd recently died. And now another, older daughter. It boggled the mind the things she didn't know about him.

"Or the family."

"You mean the family in Poland." It doesn't surprise him that she knows about that. It seems everyone knows more about him than he does.

He doesn't really want to talk about it, but he's always felt more able to talk to Raven about things than he has to most others. Even Charles, back in the time when they got along easily. "I thought, for awhile, that maybe Charles was right. That it could be that easy. In the end all that happened was it got them killed."

"Them being afraid? Maybe. That stunt you pulled with the president didn't do you any favors. But what that fear led them to do? That's just human--" She pulled a face. "--And mutant nature. I remember hating what I was afraid of: myself." She didn't say that it was an accident. She'd hope that no one would kill a child intentionally, mutant or not, but she'd seen too much to ever believe that.

She looked at his granddaughter and felt a soft pang. No matter what he said, he always seemed to end up ahead. He lost one family and gained another. And she... No, she wouldn't go there.

"So you ended up here, too. Do we know where 'here' is?"

"It's not that simple. I used my powers to prevent a man from being crushed to death and that was the last time I could pretend to be someone I wasn't. They died because of me. Because of what I am." But he doesn't want to talk about that. Not even to her, someone he once shared so much with.

"All we know about 'here' is that it's a place called Medietas, a series of islands that appear to be floating."

She paused a moment to take that in. She'd never heard of how Erik had become who he was. What he was. She wanted to ask what had happened, but now, with a child literally attached to him, was not the time or place. So she focused on the safer topic of conversation: what had happened to them.

"I noticed that. It's some bizarre mixture of being in the air and yet still having your feet on solid ground." She didn't like it. She wasn't sure when or if it would come crashing down, but obviously it hadn't come down in the time Erik had been here. Which gave her another question to ask.

"How long?"

"It's been a few months now." Which he finds it hard to believe, most of the time. "Most of the time it's possible to forget that they're not islands like any other, until it's time to cross one of the bridges." Though it wasn't so bad when he could fly across the open space between; that's a sensation that's already familiar to him.

"No one knows how we got here, either, or how we can get home again."

Raven sighed. Of course. Not that there'd been much to go home to. A renewed life with Charles, maybe, but... "I suppose it wasn't my fate to be a teacher after all." She eyed the child on Erik's chest. She wasn't being a babysitter, either.

She offered him a wry smile. "Every time I run into you, my life gets that much more interesting. Running away with you, trying to shoot me, and then mutant gods. Now flying cities? What's next, Erik?"

Not that any but the first part was really his fault. Well, and the shooting.

"There's a school here." So she could be a teacher if she really wanted to be. He does not work there. Which all the parents on the islands are probably thankful for.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out." There are worse people to be stuck here with than Raven. Out of everyone he'd left behind when he left for Dallas, he'd missed her the most.

"I am sorry about trying to shoot you, you know."

Raven shook her head. "That was a long time ago." It felt like a lifetime. She'd been so angry back then. She'd really been more like Erik had when he'd been hunting down Shaw. It'd become more than a mission to her; it had been personal. She'd lost friends. She'd lost more than that.

"I don't know that I'd want to be a teacher. Not like that." She wouldn't know what to teach or how to do it. Her schooling had never been to the level that Charles took it. Books bored her just like Charles' dissertation had put her to sleep. The most she was qualified for was physical education. Besides, surely she couldn't be here that long.

It says something to him that she's willing to let that go. Just like he's not upset by the fact that she shot him, too. It was exactly what he'd taught her to do, and he knows why she did it.

"You could teach self-defense classes." He knows first-hand how good she is at that. "If anyone wants references, just tell them to ask me."

"Why would I teach anything?" It wasn't a slight, just an honest question. She didn't understand how this place worked. Was it a socialist society, a capitalist one? She'd never needed a regular job before mainly because she had her own means of doing things. Getting the things she needed from the people who could afford it and who often should have afforded it.

"You don't have to." She seems to feel the same way about it that he does. "It seems that we are expected to have jobs around here."

He's not exactly thrilled about that, either. It's not like he's ever had a steady job himself. He'd never been in one place long enough. Until it had been a necessary part of his disguise.

"And what happens if we don't do as expected?" Raven asked cautiously. She wasn't sure that she'd want a job straightaway, but if she needed to, maybe she could do some kind of self-defense classes. She'd probably do better one-on-one than in charge of a group of students.

"You have some time to find one. I don't know what happens if you don't do as expected." Which is probably a surprise as much as anything about him is, that he hasn't tested the boundaries of this place in that way. "Other than not having any money, anyway."

Which is why he hadn't decided to test these particular limits. He has had a job before, and besides, he'll do whatever it takes to keep from starving.

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