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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

[tript]

"That would be good, thanks." He smiled and put his shirt back. Maybe he should avoid moving his arms too much for a while.

He started off in the direction of the clinic. Or at least the direction he thought the clinic was in, having not been here long. "I'm Trip," he said, introducing himself. "I'm guessing you're not a doctor." Or her reaction might have been different.

[democratically]

She offered an arm to him, in case he needed it. She did keep her pace slow, and it wasn't as if Padmé had any errands to run or anywhere to be. She would have pushed them aside anyway, as she wasn't one to simply leave people alone.

"Padmé Amidala, and you would guess correctly. I work as a teacher here, although I was a politician back home." Giving a little smile, as she knew what most people thought about politicians.

[tript]

Trip had much the same opinion, but took her arm so she might not see his expression. He decided it was better to focus on her profession here, rather than at home.

"I hope you're going to teach your students not to get too close to any of the statues." He grinned.

[democratically]

"I fear that they are getting up to less trouble than you." There was a little cheeky twist there, although her expression changed to a warmer kinder one. "It is something new, insomuch as that the statues haven't done that before now. Or rather, they have done nothing of the sort since I have been here."

[tript]

Trip grinned. He was used to getting into trouble and used to being called out on it.

But he frowned upon hearing the statues hadn't trapped anyone else. "It was humming," he explained. "As if it had power coming from somewhere but I couldn't find where. I don't know if all of them do yet." Because examining this one hadn't convinced him to stay away from the statues.

[democratically]

She hadn't heard of anyone becoming trapped anyway, and despite how big the island was, that sort of news likely would have gotten around. Perhaps he was simply the lucky winner of being the first to have it done, although Padmé would keep a mindful eye upon the statues for now.

Her lips did quiver ever so, as she couldn't really say anything about that. Padmé was more likely than not to do the exact same thing, and had done the exact same thing in the past. "I trust you'll be a bit more careful in the future, or should I follow you around and save you from any predicament that you find yourself in?"

Yet the whole statue humming thing did have her wondering. "Perhaps beneath it? I don't think that people have had time to study every inch of this place so far to uncover any secrets or mysteries that it might have."

[tript]

"Perhaps," he agreed. "The sidewalks are humming too." But since it was hard to get under them, or at the base of the statues, he'd started at the top. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A lot of things seem like a good idea at the time...

"We need to find a way under them." Used to having a partner in crime he automatically included her. In case she wasn't up for it, he grinned at her. "You can always pull me out if I get stuck."

[democratically]

The we did earn a little arch of her eyebrow as Padmé continued to walk at that slow but steady pace towards the closest clinic. While she might have no desire to leave this place, given that there was nothing for her to return to, it didn't mean she wouldn't investigate in to things. "I'm not entirely certain how far under them you can get. Perhaps one of the storm drains."

Although she clearly looked dubious as to that suggestion. It might be a bit too far under. Padmé did give him her best Senator look, although the lightness in her eyes breaks the complete effect. "Perhaps I would leave you there a second time to teach you a lesson."

[tript]

Trip was too used to T'Pol's expressions for Padmé's Senator look to have any effect. Even without him getting the complete effect. "You wouldn't," he said, with a grin. "You're far too nice and far too curious."

Since they weren't far from the clinic now, he added, "It won't take long to patch me up, then we can try a storm drain, see where we get. What do you say?" He gave her a cheeky grin with puppy dog eyes that generally made it hard to say no to.

[democratically]

"And far too much of an open book, it seems." Yet it was said lightly with the soft expression lingering on her face. She could be, and she had no regrets with that. Of course there were those who also underestimated her, and had paid the price for it. He didn't seem like the sort who would be out to hurt her or her friends.

She laughed though. Perhaps not as bright or as easily as it had once been, but a true laugh anyway. "I suppose I should keep an eye on you. Lest you get stuck in a drain by yourself and waste away to nothingness."

[tript]

He shrugged. And then winced. He was just as much of an open book himself, but didn't mind at all.

"I'm sure I could find a way out of a drain if I had to." The fact that he'd needed help to get away from a statue was not the point. "But I definitely need keeping an eye on. Ask anyone back home and they'll tell you the same thing."

[democratically]

"Mm. Maybe we should see whether we can find someone from your world. I already have a full time job," Padmé mused gently, although there was a gentleness to her voice. It was a light banter as Padmé turned them up the stairs to the clinic. "Although I suppose we should see how bad the damage is before you do go off gallivanting across the country side."

[tript]

"I've had worse," he said lightly. After all, he'd been able to walk to the clinic and up the stairs, and check himself in. Any scrape you can walk away from must be a good one. Not to mention that silver lining that no one was trying to kill him.

"I don't think there is anyone," he said, once they'd found seats in the waiting room. But he didn't sounds upset about it. "I don't know if I'd wish any of them here."

[democratically]

"So have I, but it does not mean I go looking for it again." Her life as a Senator had not been what one would call quiet and calm. Padmé knew exactly why that was, as she had been quite vocal on certain topics which had made her several enemies along the way.

"This place does have a way of surprising you, in ways you would not even guess." Like having a son that was completely grown already. "But it should be easy enough to find out. The devices do reach everyone here, and so long as they check them, they will see that you are here if you make a message."

[tript]

"There's an idea." He perked up at that. Messaging everyone on Enterprise was never a good idea, so he hadn't thought it would be allowed here. "I'll try that later." Not least because he'd need to think about what to say.

"I'm glad we met," he added, smiling.

[democratically]

Padmé was used to secretly messaging her husband, although here she did wonder if she would need to if he ever showed up. Somehow, this place did have a way of making things more open, and also giving second chances. Padmé was proof of that.

Her laughter was soft, and so was her smile. "You may well have been stuck beneath that statue had we not. At least for a little while longer. Thankfully I know of who one who would do something so cruel as to point and laugh."

[tript]

"I have friends who would point and laugh." Malcolm would be beside himself. And never let him forget it. Archer would be laughing right along beside him. And T'Pol would probably raise an eyebrow. "But they would rescue me afterwards," he admitted. "Assuming they weren't in that mess right along with me." Which was what usually happened with him and Malcolm.

[democratically]

She knew people who were like that as well. In fact, Padmé herself might give a little giggle, depending on the situation, although she would always help in the end. "So long as they will rescue you, and not just depart, and so long as they do not mind if you laugh at them in turn."

As fair was fair.

"Let us hope that there is someone, then, who will rescue all of you if you're all trapped."

[tript]

"T'Pol can always be relied upon to be the sensible one." Although his tone made it sound a little like he was saying T'Pol was a spoilsport, his expression softened on thinking about her.

It was probably just as well that this was the time when he is name was called, so he could get his shoulders seen to.

"We're going down a storm drain when I get back," he reminded her, grinning, and just daring her to leave.

[democratically]

"Ah! There may well be hope for you then." Padmé let her gaze linger on him, for it was a tone that she was familiar with, although she didn't press him about it. It wasn't her business, after all.

Yet her focus shifted for a moment, before laughing at his quip. "How about we see what the prognosis is before you start putting the cart before the horse."

[tript]

"I'll be fine," he said with a wave of one hand, and with that he left.

"I have two fully working shoulders and am ready for those storm drains," he said on his return to the waiting room, fully patched up. He didn't mention his plans to the medic who saw him and fortunately, the medic only mentioned not getting that close to a statue again. Which Trip had no intention of doing.

[democratically]

She had waited, like she said she would. A part was that she had found his company enjoyable, while another was she truly didn't wish for him to wander off and get stuck somewhere again... Her brown eyes do rise when he came out, and she arches one eyebrow ever so. She was quite good at word play and distractions with it.

"And did you inform the doctor your desire to crawl around in storm drains hereafter?"

[tript]

He fidgeted, not having expecting that question from someone he'd only just met. "He didn't ask." He knew the doctor would have forbid him if only he'd known, hence why Trip hadn't mentioned it. "But I'm sure I'll be fine."

[democratically]

"The first sign of trouble, and I am dragging you out, willingly or not." Although there was truly little that she could do. It wasn't as if she could heft him over her shoulder and carry him. Possibly drag him for a time, although he likely wouldn't enjoy that experience.

[tript]

He grinned. He didn't care if there was trouble, he was just glad she'd agreed to come along. If she hadn't then perhaps he'd have thought twice about going. Perhaps.

He offered his arm. "May I escort you to the drains?"