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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]

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."

[tript]

Trip had every intention of going down and exploring no matter what. Mostly the reason he didn't really want to go back and get a flashlight was because it would give Padmé the opportunity to change her mind about coming along.

"Maybe it won't be that bad," he said brightly. Because saying it might make it happen. His communications device was going to need more work on it so it was more than just a phone. But it would at least give off some light.

At the entrance he held his arm out and shined the phone's light around the drain, while trying to think back to how much rain there had been recently and therefore how wet it might be inside.

[democratically]

Padmé had committed, and while he didn't know her, her word was true. It didn't mean that she wouldn't make it known if something came up and she thought that it was a bad idea, as she would, but Padmé had had her own plans over the years that had not turned out quite right. "An optimist."

Although her voice still remained warm. Padmé had never lost hope, and she never would. She knew now that it would take Anakin many years, but he would find his way back to the light. "Somehow I don't see dirt or grime stopping you."

As Padmé made a little motion with her head, moving forward.

[tript]

"That's me." She was right on both counts.

It looked largely dry inside and no obvious rats, so he stepped inside, making sure to shine the light from his phone so Padmé would be able to see where she was going too.

"All seems normal so far." And there was enough light from outside to see where they were going, if not exactly what they were stepping in.

[democratically]

"You do realize by saying that out loud, something completely not normal is going to happen." Although Padmé was simply tugging his leg a little. Whether it did or didn't had nothing to do with vocalizing it. She did glance around, but he was correct. It wasn't as if there were any signs proclaiming danger, or anything that looked out of place.

[tript]

"Something abnormal always happens with me around." He grinned at her, holding his phone up to light his face. But then he stopped and frowned. "Can you hear that?" He was pretty sure he could hear the sound of something electrical humming. He switched his phone off, in case it was that.

[democratically]

"Perhaps you should come with a warning," Padmé supplied, although if she was bothered by it, she didn't actually show it. Anakin had said on more than one occasion that he had a habit of rescuing her from various situations.

She did pause, breathing lightly, and tilting her head ever so, listened. It was faint, but Padmé nodded. "Yes. It appears to be coming from up ahead?"

[tript]

"Let's find out what it is." He kept his phone off - they were probably better off letting their eyes adjust to the growing dark. He walked slowly and cautiously and the humming grew louder as they got closer to it.

And then there was what looked like a large, gray shape in their way. Trip turned his phone back on and shone it ahead of them. It lit up a statue. "How did that get here?"

[democratically]

It was ginger steps that Padmé took, one small one in front of the other. While she did not expect anything to pop out in front of them, she also hadn't expected to come back to life. Yet here she was.

Shading her eyes for a moment, Padmé blinked owlishly at what he was referring to. "Well. Either on purpose, or not. Given this place, I would go with the latter."

[tript]

"So would I." He shone his phone closer to get a better look, but it just appeared to be a humming statue. That was impossible to get round without touching it.

"We can't just leave and can't just stand around looking at it." They could, of course, but Trip wasn't happy with the mystery staying a mystery. So he poked the statue with his phone.


ooc: I'm happy for you to surprise me with what the statue does (or doesn't do) to Trip (or Padmé)

[democratically]

"There are other places we might try," Padmé supplied, frowning slightly in thought. Would they all be like this though? She didn't know but it could have ended up here as a buffer against whatever lay beyond it.

She had been wondering if there was some way to move it if even a little so that they could slip by, when he did poke it. The humming seemed to grow, and grow, and grow, until Padmé could feel it through the tunnels around them, and the statue started to teeter back and forth. "Oh! I don't think it liked that..."

[tript]

"Maybe we should run." Trip turned, but pushed Padmé in front of him, so he was between her and the statue. He risked a look behind him, to see the statue was teetering more. If it fell over it could fall back or on top of them. Which he was sure wouldn't do them any good.