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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

[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?"

[democratically]

Somehow, Padmé had the impression that he would get up to something, whether she was there or not. There certainly was a curiosity within herself, as she had no experience with what had happened with the statues. With a slightly amused look, she gently linked her arm through his. "Such a gentleman. Although I think I'll lead the way..."

[tript]

"My mother always brought me up to be a gentleman." Not that she'd ever thought he'd be escorting a woman to drains. For one thing, she'd probably thought he'd grow out of getting into trouble one day.

"I haven't mapped out the whole place yet, so I will follow your lead." There was a definite twinkle in his eye as he gave her a small bow.

[democratically]

Padmé had that very thought, and the twist of her lips might well have given that away. After all, they were about to go gallivanting about in a place where who knew what was there. Yet, it certainly wasn't something new for Padmé. She had tossed everything aside to go and rescue Obi-Wan with Anakin before, to mention just one of the times.

"I suppose I could lead you astray... Although that would hardly be polite." Yet she tilted her head a little. "It is a bit of a walk. Do let me know if your injuries trouble you in any way."

[tript]

"I will," he promised. Although he only would if he was at death's door, because he didn't want to miss out on all the fun. And working while injured was something he'd gotten used to during the Romulan War.

"If you lead me astray then I might not invite you along, next time I investigate something dangerous." He nearly managed to keep a straight face while he said it.

[democratically]

"Is that supposed to be a threat or is it a promise?" Her voice did manage to keep that same level of his own, seemingly completely serious. Yet, there was also a certain look in her face that betrayed the neutrality of her expression. "I'd suggest bringing supplies next time then. Food, perhaps, and certainly drinks. One never knows how long you will be stuck."

[tript]

He answered that question with a grin.

"Good idea," he said of the supplies suggestion. "I'll keep it in mind. But," he added, with a sly look sideways at her. "If you come with me next time I'll buy you cake after."

[democratically]

"Oh, a bribe, is it?" Whereas had he been serious, he might well have received a completely different reaction from Padmé. There had been individuals over the years that had tried to get her to change her mind or to sway her, but she had never done so. Gifts, flowers and compliments had no power over her mind. But with something like this, Padmé had no qualms. "Make it chocolate, and you have yourself a deal."

[tript]

He hadn't forgotten that she was a politician exactly, she was just so unlike any other politician he'd come across that it didn't seem important. Actually bribing a politician, he wouldn't do. Although he wasn't above bribing his engineers on occasion.

He grinned in victory. "Chocolate cake it is. I must bribe you more often."

[democratically]

"I might need to make myself scarce then, lest my waistline start to expand from all the bribes." But she did move them along. Even if Padmé had not gone traveling down in them, she did know a spot that should be good for the investigations, and it shouldn't get them in to any trouble. At least she hoped not.

[tript]

There was only one way he could answer that, unless he wanted to get in trouble: flattery. "I'm sure you'll stay slim even with all the cake."

He thought he could see the area they were headed into. "We should have brought a flashlight," he mused. But they had something nearly as good, and he let go of Padmé so he could pull his communicator and hyperspanner from his pockets. Surely he could make that bright enough to be useful.

[democratically]

It did earn the lightest of snorts from Padmé although her lips gave a little quirk as a response. She hadn't been planning on going down and exploring though, and the question did cause her to pause midstep, before starting again.

"We probably should have, yes." Musing over that. "I suppose we'll see how bad it is, and perhaps go retrieve one if required."