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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!
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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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Lestat de Lioncourt | The Vampire Chronicles

[fier]

[ Option A - Wild Card: Arrival ]

Lestat looked star-struck. Quite literally at the moment. He'd made his way off the ship with a thoroughly bewildeeee frown. Now on shore, the blond vampire stood in the bright sunlight and stared, directly into the sun. It hurt, actually. His eyes stung sharply, but the point was -- it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should. Lestat was old and strong enough that he was reasonably sure the sun wouldn't disintegrate him into immediate oblivion. But it would not be so innocuous, downright pleasant even.

And he was awake as well, with no issues.

That was the reason that he stood gaping, just shy of slack-jawed (not his most attractive look really), up at the sky. This was unusual, to put it mildly. His attention snapped abruptly down to himself, down to hands still pale and cold, nails too glassy and smooth. Nope. Still a vampire. A dream then? Some strange magic at play?

Well whatever was going on, it was fascinating. A grin split across his face, and anyone who happened to be near enough to catch his eye would be informed, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"


[ Option B - Islands ]

Since he had been given at least some answers -- and informed that there was apparently a restaurant of sorts for his particular dietary requirements -- Lestat had decided to explore. It was better than sitting idle, after all. Left alone and bored too long, he'd only grow cranky and morose, sink into himself. No. That wouldn't do at all. Not when there was so much to look at that he had never seen before.

Just when he'd been growing tired in his own usual haunts. It was a stroke of luck, nearly, that this new adventure had found him. Of course it rankled him more than a bit that it was not his choosing to come to this place, nor did there seem a simple way to return. But for now, as it too often did, his curiosity got the better of him.

The blond could be found anywhere along his wandering from island to island. Window shopping on the streets in town. "Almost charming, really."

Wandering the various landscapes. Taking his shirt off at one of the more scenic beaches -- so pale white that the light nearly reflects off him. Like he hadn't seen the sun in years. Which was accurate of course. Sorry to anyone momentarily blinded. But what could Lestat say? Beauty could do that to a person.

Option A

[supharstitious]

Being cooped up in a house all day was something Cobweb was used to, of course, except that Forever had been quite a bit larger than the house he'd been given here. He would greatly have preferred not to wander in the city, but, well. He worked with what he had. And it wasn't as if he were being held like a trophy any longer. While he might not have preferred to mingle, at least, sometimes, it could be interesting.

Like it was now. There was someone, obviously enthralled with something. Maybe he was somewhat jaded by his time in this place, but he didn't see what could be so exciting. Anywhere else would have been better.

"Yes, I suppose it is." He threw his thigh-length black hair back over a shoulder, folded his arms, and watched the man. He felt...familiar. Like something Cobweb had felt before, but it was on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't quite find the word for it.

"You must be new."

[fier]

An easy smile, bright but sharp somehow, yet not quite so wide as to betray the tips of pointed fangs. Lestat wasn't entirely sure the charade should be given up quite so easily. "Me? Oh, no. I'm quite old. But this place is new to me. And I to it, yes." A pause and he looked skyward again, this time his eyes falling shut to bask in the glow, the relative warmth (though the warmth remained superficial only, and his skin retained the chill it always possessed since his last human heartbeat).

"And the sun is new. Or perhaps not. Perhaps an old friend I haven't seen enough of in a long time."

An exciting mystery he fully intended to unravel. His gaze flickered back to the one who'd spoken, letting his eyes linger on him perhaps longer than was strictly necessary. Say what you would of Lestat de Lioncourt, he did not shy away from appreciating beauty when he saw it. "And you? Are you old or new or somewhere between?"

[supharstitious]

Cobweb did not return the smile, instead raising an eyebrow as he considered statements and questions. Interesting.

"This sun is new. A new one for a new place, perhaps. At least it tastes different." From the one he was used to, anyway. After having been here for a while, he had to wonder if there were different suns and different tastes for each new person from each new place. Dozens or hundreds or thousands, each with a memory sharp and fragile as the glass days.

"How presumptuous of you to ask. If you must know, somewhere between. Not so new, but not so old either." He waved a hand around at the place, vaguely, not really indicating anything with the gesture. "The place, I'm sure, is itself different. I'm still learning the songs of its trees."

[fier]

"Tastes? Well it feels different too, for me at least." It did not feel like fire and worlds and lives lost, a stark reminder of what had been lost when he'd been given the dark gift. But no sense dwelling just now. Better to enjoy while he could. Immortal or not, he knew well how fleeting things could be, even simple pleasures.

A laugh burst from Lestat before he could stop it. "Presumptuous, yes. You'll be shocked to know I've been told as much before, I'm sure." In fact presumptuous wasn't one of the kinder things that had been said about him through the long years of his life. Though somehow even those traits many would fall vices rather than virtue, Lestat wore them proudly. Badges of honor. He was who he was, after all.


"Do trees sing? I don't believe I've heard them. But I'm more interested in people myself. Are the people here different as well? And how do they taste?" Well. That last one may have been literal.

[supharstitious]

"Is that good or bad, I wonder?" It could have been either, depending on which side of the question he was more concerned with. Good for the man, bad for everyone else? He couldn't say. Everything tangled together while he watched it, then untangled and tied itself in a new knot.

"Quite shocked." His tone was flat. Not shocked at all. At least he managed a small, but amused smile this time. He almost had a feeling of deja vu--like he'd had this conversation before. Only the last time he'd been far angrier and more defensive. At least, so far, this one didn't seem to be trying to usurp his place and take the one thing he still had left from him.

"They do, if you know to listen." Or maybe he was just mad. Most people seemed to think that was what it was. "They sing to me, if no one else. Different, but the same."

[fier]

"Impossible to say yet. I'd like to think good. I always would like to think good. And yet, so often, I've guessed wrong." Story of Lestat's life. Aim for good, generally mostly, but too easily thrown off course by flight or fancy or pettiness. So many possible diversions on the way to good. And maybe this place and its kinder sun were the same. For the moment it felt bright and good, but first impressions were tricky that way.

He spared another laugh and a shake of his head. "I've done a fair bit of listening in my times. I've heard music that woke me back up into life itself, but never the trees. How interesting that they sing for you. They must be fond of you."

Or perhaps this pretty man was something other than human, or at least than the sort of human that Lestat was familiar with.

Oh brave new world that has such people in it. He chuckled quietly at his own train of thought. "What's your name?"

Option B: Imber Beach

[tryingtobe]

Marie's home was flush against the beach and she spent those rare afternoons off along its shore. It suited her perfectly even though the blue sea gave way to endless skies beyond. She found she enjoyed the idea of infinity. In both day and night the world expanded in endless directions.

Her brown boots sank into the sand as she stepped lightly across the shifting shore. A thin brown bang hung over her right shoulder containing her sketchpad, pencils and paints. Her dress clung to her frame as she moved while the insistant winds tugged at her skirt. She was looking for something, a muse, though she didn't know what she was looking for.

Her eyes were drawn to the pale man stretched out over the sand. She didn't know him but Marie found something familiar in the pale complexion of his skin. "Excuse me." When she spoke her voice was sweet, kind and musical, each note accenting the one before it. "You remind me of someone." She spoke with earnest sincerity.

Marie paused for a moment, pulling her fiery red hair over her left shoulder. "Would it be an imposition if I drew you?" It wasn't the beauty of his form that she was after though he was welcome to think that was the case.

[fier]

Lestat knew her approach before she spoke. Though until he heard her voice he made no indication of it, eyes shut and chin lifted skyward. The sand was hot -- downright burning, deliciously so -- against his back. He was making the most of his afternoon in as hedonistic a fashion as he could on short notice. But what was wrong with appreciating the simple pleasures? The sound of the sea, the heat of an unfamiliar sun.

He sat up as he opened his eyes to look at her. A curious tilt of his head at the question, or more precisely at the words that preceded it. There were so many possibilities for what hat could mean or imply. But the request itself was charming somehow -- and goodness knows it wouldn't be as much trouble for him getting into as a photography session, and he'd certainly sat for those too. And what trouble could he get in, here, so far from home? Bedsides. Lestat had always enjoyed trouble. "Not an imposition at all. Must I hold still, of is this more casual?"

Artists could be particular. He'd known quite a handful in his time. "Though I'm very curious who I remind you of. I don't know whether I ought to be flattered or concerned."

[tryingtobe]

Marie waited patiently for him to sit up. The brightness of his hair caught her eye and she was reminded of a knight. It was his eyes that threw off the image. Those were not the eyes of a knight. They were deeper, darker in their nature though Marie didn't know if that was Lestat or perhaps her own mind trying to place the similarities she noticed. He wasn't like James, she reminded herself silently.

"Whatever you like." She replied easily. "It's my own imposition and I prefer for you to be as you are." She wanted to get a measure of him, to know what to draw with him. The beach didn't seem to suit him as a setting.

Marie lowered herself gracefully at his side, her knees curling to her left while her dress fanned to her right. The wind tugged softly at her hair pulling a few loose strands out from behind her ear. "Flattered." She offered as she pulled her things from her bag. Brilliant green eyes flicked between Lestat and her page before she gently placed her pencil on the white space.

"You remind me of someone I'm close too but his features aren't as pointed as yours." Her words could be taken as either a compliment or an insult and yet Marie made it sound more like a compliment.

[fier]

"How accommodating. But it's not an imposition. I was enjoying the sun, and I can continue to do that even now. Now I just have conversation and company. I like both quite a bit."

If they were good, or if not good, interesting. So far this woman was holding his attention, the fact that his ego had been engaged by the request certainly didn't hurt the cause. And he was interested, unable to see what her pencil did on the paper, but watching for the movements he could catch. "Well, then I'm flattered," he conceded with a laugh, hand braced to the sand behind him.

"You don't quite remind me of anyone I know, but that's more interesting for me. New people and things feel like rare occurrences sometimes." Not that he was in danger of disappearing into ennui at the moment -- though it had happened in the past woudl happen again. Or some other flavor of existential crisis.

Immortality was exhausting.

[tryingtobe]

Marie glanced up at him, her bright emerald eyes shining and shifting with the rhythm to the rising tide. "Good." Her voice remained soft as she continued to drag her pencil across the paper. He will most likely not see the drawing until it's become a painting.

She thought about his similarities to Louis as she drew. The pale skin, the way his gaze settled over the objects around him. It was unique.

"I've never met anyone like me." Marie replied as if it was the most common thing to say. She barely knew herself, let alone someone who was similar to her in someway. She felt the closest to Cobweb but the similarities they shared weren't exact. She hoped that no one would have to live through a life similar to her own.

"You remind me of a man I met here."

[fier]

"A man here? And who would that be?" He didn't even bother trying to disguise the interest in his tone. Why try? It would be impossible anyway. Lestat wore his heart on his sleeve, to whatever end good or bad that it led him.

By now for the sake of continuity between threads! he had heard that Louis was here, and if this woman knew him, well, he wanted to know. Had his too often solitary fledgling made friends in this place? Lestat genuinely hoped so.

Even his tone, when he spoke, was unmistakably hopeful. "Do you know my Louis as well? Another spoke of meeting him here."

Option B

[dreamsallotted]

Be grateful there was a restaurant full of options for you Lestat. All Seel had was the local brothel for his needs, which considering they were all human wasn't really much of anything. And Cobweb - otherwise known as his mother in law. Honestly, finding someone to sleep with him shouldn't have been this fucking difficult. Or wouldn't have been if he wasn't stuck on an island with humans.

It wasn't often he made his way into Imber's beach, but Seel needed a drink, and they had a nice bar there. Or a bar which was the primary prerequisite. So, he was lying back, sipping a glass of red wine--it wasn't nearly as good as the sheh back home, and he thought about complaining for a minute, a cigarette lit, when he noticed Lestat. How could he not notice him, he was gorgeous. Where the hell had you been when Seel had needed you? While Cobweb played up his feminine side, Seel was strictly androgynous, almost like it shifted from one moment to the next.

"I think I'd remember seeing you around. New arrival?" Who definitely didn't get out into the sun that often.

[fier]

In Lestat's case, human was the entire menu. It was best that way. Of course from time to time there'd been the odd vampire, but that blood came with consequences. Or gifts, if you'd rather. Lestat mostly preferred to see it that way at this moment anyway. It was subject to change -- as were most of his whims and feelings, just waiting for the next direction that the wind happened to blow.

Lestat could smell the faint scent of smoke, feel the weight of a gaze (metaphoric though that weight may be) on him. One eye cracked open, blinded a moment to adjust to the sunlight, which he wondered if he would ever be used to. He was already looking in his direction when the words were spoken. His lips curved up into a smile at the question. "Yes, fresh off the boat as they say. And you would remember me. Most tend to."

It was vanity, yes, but also true. Lestat was far from subtle more often than not. He made an impression, usually by design. Occasionally unintentionally. Either way, he was not easily forgotten.

[dreamsallotted]

It was definitely safe to say Lestat reminded him of someone--and that was not a compliment. Or maybe it was? The type of person who seems to rule his life by his emotions, what moves him from one minute to the next. The type who alternated between those two extremes of extreme aggression and loving passion. Was the vague sense of deja vu just the hair and the eyes or was there something deeper in there? Seel couldn't help but scowl for a brief minute, this was not Calanthe. But it didn't help Lestat's case that he reminded him of him, perhaps on a merely superficial level. And damn was he still attracted to him.

Seel inhaled, wondering why he'd ever given this up in the first place--it wasn't like it was going to kill him--and set his glass down.

"Yes, I think I would remember you. You're not easily forgotten." The vanity worked in your favor, Lestat. Seel liked it, it was very Wraeththu. It was not vanity to acknowledge your beauty, or beauty in others. It was more selfish to deny it.

"Care for a drink?" He gestured to his glass. "It's not great."

[fier]

The scowl was far more interesting than it ought to be. Lestat was used to vexing people, though usually he needed more than half a dozen words and a moment to accomplish that. So this would be a new record, of sorts. One that he would be oddly proud of, but certainly wasn't aiming for.

But the blond didn't seem all that worried by the expression anyway, and simply nodded at the observation. "More than a few have wished otherwise."

At least he had enough self-awareness to realize his flaws, though not nearly enough self-awareness not to revel in them all the same -- when he wasn't taking in a fit of self-loathing. Those were exhausting, to him and everyone unfortunate enough to be around him.

A shake of his head at the offer. "Thanks, but I'm afraid I can't. Special diet."

[dreamsallotted]

They had that in common. Seel thought himself a profoundly self aware har. But there were often times when he found himself reacting in ways he could not imagine, would have not thought possible. He was skilled at self deception, and while at times he might realize he had a long way to go before he'd dug deep down to the truth, other times it was easier to blame others. He'd been manipulated. It wasn't his fault. Blaming the Aghama, his God, was always a good excuse right? Thiede made me do it.

Listening to Lestat, Seel decided, yes, he did sound familiar. Maybe he could separate Cal from this person, judge him for who he was and not who he reminded him of. He took a sip of the wine he had just put down. Why was he continuing to drink this swill?

"Pity. Although not too much. You're not missing much. " Seel cocked his head, taking him in, Lestat really was quite stunning. Not quite Wraeththu beauty, but he could still appreciate it.

"Get kidnapped often? I suppose it could be worse. At least we have the illusion of freedom, if not escape."

[fier]

"Too bad. I barely remember the taste of wine, but I do miss it from time to time." But then, only from time to time. The taste of blood was sweeter than any wine he had ever drank, the rush of it more than any alcohol. Well, perhaps he was biased on that front too, given that it sustained him, had for centuries.

"Well, not often. But... more often than I would like to admit." Magnus. Marius. Akasha. Dear lord he really was abducted too often how had this happened to him. The tragedy of being in irresistible he expected. A sigh.

"It's a pretty prison, as they go. And it does come with some benefits I was not expecting to ever enjoy. For now I'm not feeling ill will towards whoever may be responsible." A pause, accompanied by a smile, bright but with an oddly sharp side, dangerous. "That may change, at some point."

[longedfordeath]

Lestat wasn't the only one of his blood who haunted the islands. The strange little city's streets had become familiar in Louis' weeks there and he'd fallen into his old habit of meandering in busy areas after sunset, wandering into the quiet streets as the night stretched on. It was fitting then that he became aware of Lestat early in the evening.

Later he would not be able to explain how he knew before he saw Lestat, beyond catching a hint of his voice or scent from afar. That night the realization began with a feeling that he was missing something obvious, that there was something nearby he should have been aware of. It nagged at him as he strolled through the passing citizens under lit and dimmed shop signs and the open doors of restaurants, growing increasingly difficult to ignore and only identifiable when he gazed on a familiar sight.

Tall and bold, ever at ease even and effortlessly drawing stares; he couldn't have ignored this figure. He knew that pale handsome face with the sensual lips, the blue eyes drinking in the sight of mortals. This could only Lestat, and Louis was struck with surprise enough to speak. "Of course; you came."

It was an odd trick of fate but they rarely seemed far outside each other's reach, one always following the other whether they knew or not. Even in this strange land outside the Savage Garden, where the vampire was nothing more than another race among dozens. Yet here they were again, Lestat beautiful and commanding, Louis withdrawn and quiet (and dressed in drab clothes that were sure to be criticized). The more things changed.

[fier]

Despite the silence that existed between their minds, their souls, the silence that he had put there the night that he ended Louis' human life and brought him to this new one, there was an instant, even before Louis spoke, that Lestat recognized his presence.

Perhaps it was the sense of another vampire nearby, one whose thoughts were locked away from him. That certainly could have explained it. But Lestat, in his romantic's heart, liked to think that it was Louis presence in particular that caught his attention.

Then that voice, unmistakable, carved into his memory so deep that he was certain it would never fade. He turned to face the other vampire without hesitation, a smile already stretching its way over his features. "I couldn't possibly turn down the invitation."

Though he meant that literally. He had not intended to end up in this strange land, but seeing Louis -- beautiful as ever, delicate and lovely in a way that always made Lestat's undead heart pang. The other vampire was a heartbreak in slow motion, bittersweet and compelling. ...though dressed horribly. Always, his Louis. Clearly he needed Lestat's influence. "If I'd known you were here, I would've come sooner."

The rest of everything may as well have disappeared around them at the moment, the sparse crowd barely an afterthought, forgotten already as the blond made his way towards Louis, closer. Too much distance still, and he would fix that if he could.

[longedfordeath]

Perhaps Louis was too romantic for his own good, but he would have believed that explanation. He had sensed Lestat's presence, hadn't he?

Their eyes met and Louis smiled before glancing down at the ground and stepping forward to meet Lestat, his hands buried in his pockets (one modern habit he had adopted; be proud of that much). He caught Lestat's meaning, inviting his touch and looking up to him with one of his rare smiles. He did love Lestat, had always loved him and always will, even if Louis knew his presence would lead to chaos.

"I know you would have." That was precisely why he hadn't attempted to send out any messages. Louis liked the peace and comfort this place provided. It was a place where he could survive comfortably without murdering mortals and without astonishing anyone. Lestat would find a way to turn that all on its side, yet in these first moments he couldn't resist him.

[fier]

His Louis. It did seem as though he was ever around in in a decaying orbit, drawn to him and destined to impact in fiery disaster. Not that he ever particularly meant to cause the other vampire strife, but it was hard to deny the pattern that had repeated in an ongoing fractal spiral throughout the years. Just now though it was all too easy to lose himself in the moment. The smile on Louis' face was enough to steal away all his attention, fix him in the present.

His hands lifted, remarkably delicate a touch, fingertips brushing over skin as cool as his own, along the fine angles of cheekbones. There was no need to look at the other vampire with eyes that fixed and focused like he was trying to commit those feature to memory -- he'd done that long ago, after all. A brighter smile, a full on burst of sun to the tentative part in the clouds of Louis' expression. "My beautiful Louis," murmured affectionately before Lestat moved to pull him into an embrace proper.

"This place must suit you. You look well," warmly spoken, before he added, "Except your clothes. Old habits only get older, I suppose."

[longedfordeath]

How familiar this was, those cool fingertips exploring his face as if he might have been an apparition that would fade away unless Lestat touched him, that brilliant smile when he didn't. How could Louis be anything less than enchanted? Lestat's charms were always enough to disarm him, and he held the embrace, breathing the other vampire's name.

"None of our habits die. After all, here we are." This he said with a smile, Lestat's golden curls brushing his cheek. "This place lends itself to mine. And how do you find it?" Medietas possessed unearthly beauty and teemed with fascinating creatures; Lestat may already love it for that. Louis loved the diversity of beings populating the islands, some possessing great or unique powers. With so much variety, vampires had stepped out of legend and simply become citizens, losing much of their mystique. What relieved him might aggravate Lestat, and he braced himself for what would follow should that happen.

[fier]

A laugh shook Lestat's shoulders, and he nodded. "Here we are, indeed." The blond leaned back enough to seek out Louis gaze, familiar green eyes that he always feared he could lose himself in for far too long. For now though he managed to stay grounded, or as grounded as he ever meant to be.

"I've spent the day in the sun, walking among people who do not seem to care what other sorts of beings walk amongst them. It's almost like being alive." Lestat, for the moment at least, was enthralled by it, the freedom of it, as if the shackles of limitation had been broken and nothing could hold him back any longer.

So for now at least, he was downright enchanted by it. "But it remains a cage, doesn't it? Gilded, but still, we have no way of leaving." And that eventually would chafe, but for now, Louis' presence alone was a balm enough to soothe that. "Then again, if I'm to be imprisoned, at least it's roomy and bright. And at least my beloved is here as well. There are far less appealing places to be."