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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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"Lestat." Interesting. It almost sounded like a harish name, but...older. From before the world ended, maybe? He couldn't really say. So much had been lost and there were a very few who remembered any of it. Most held bits and pieces, but never a whole story. The Wraeththu were new and their history was only beginning.

"She sounds like an impressive woman. I wasn't aware that many possessed such a gift." By that he meant that he only knew that he did. Granted, he didn't know every har in the world, but there was a reason they came to him, a reason he was famous for it. The Tigron sought him out for his wisdom, and it wasn't because his gifts were common.

"You sound like an optimist. How have you managed that?"

"She is impressive, my Gabrielle. But her gift may be different than yours. In fact it likely is." No, Cobweb was not a vampire. Quite different, but certainly a different flavor than the humans Lestat knew too. Further and further fascinating, though catching Lestat's attention was a dubious honor at best.

That assessment would earn a laugh though, one that drew Lestat's mouth into a wide grin, wide enough that the sharp points of fangs are visible momentarily.

"Maybe it's because the sun is out. But maybe you're right. I'm an optimist enough to have made it this far." Of course he had moments where he was entirely the opposite, moments that lasted decades, but everything was relative.

"I don't doubt that it is. No one and nohar is truly like me." Many could say that, perhaps, but Cobweb at least had the power to back it up. He smiled, an easy, charming grin with as much sly coyness as he could muster, green eyes warming a little with it.

"Is the sun all it takes? You must be quite ridiculous half the time, then." His tone was more friendly than mocking, though. "Perhaps my optimism died a long time ago, then. Yours seems to be holding up rather well. I was only curious for your secrets."

"You say that like the sun is nothing. But this is the first time I've felt the sun like this since I was... a much younger man." So much younger. Lifetimes and lifetimes ago. And these days it felt even longer ago, after the more recent reminder of mortality he'd had in a borrowed body. But this was his own body, Lestat as Lestat, in the sun.

That grin brought an answering smile over his own features in reflex, as though he could hardly have stopped the expression if he wanted to.

"You are so young to say something like that. But I suppose there have been times when I've lost any shred of optimism to cynicism..." Growing up in that house, with his father and his brothers who had never understood him, could never understand him. It was hard to have much hope then. "The only secret I can offer is to chase what makes you happy. No matter who it may upset." Be the rockstar even if it will make literally every other one of your kind furious or exasperated or worried for your life or your sanity! Perhaps he ought to recommend his autobiography.

"Young? And how might you know how old I am?" He was, though, in the scheme of things, and he knew it It didn't negate his power or his ability, but he wasn't at the beginning of things. That this one would call him young, well. That said all sorts of interesting things about him too. And he wasn't even being careful about it.

"I suppose the sun must have missed you, then, to make you so happy. I suppose I've grown accustomed to seeing it." Too comfortable with its presence, a thing he took for granted. He should have learned his lesson by now. Maybe one day, eventually, he would.

His smile faltered, though, slightly, at the advice, and he hesitated for half a breath, trying to determine how much to tell a stranger. How many secrets did he have, though, really? Everyhar knew the story. Here it might have been different, but he wasn't ashamed so much as cautious. He'd been victimized. There was a difference.

"Ah, but I have tried that already, and found only pain at the end of it." Not only pain, but more than enough for a lifetime. "Maybe you'll have better luck than I did."

"Call it a hunch, if you like. But you are." To Lestat at least. He'd learned by now to recongize others like himself, even when they weren't vampires, per se.

Though this one, young as he may be, had clearly suffered. "Nothing without risk, that is true. Sometimes you fly, sometimes your wings burn and throw you from the sky." That was more or less how that story went, wasn't it? Lestat shrugged a shoulder. "If you're fortunate you have the chance to scrape yourself off the ground and try again."

And in a fit of something damned near compassion (Lestat so often meant well, after all, it just got twisted up) he added. "I'm sorry, that what you found was pain."

"A hunch." That was enough to explain it, really. He put a great amount of stock in hunches and feelings. They were usually the most immediate and accurate reactions, he'd found. Never mind how the Gelaming felt about it. Feeling could be power as much as the cold logic they tried to cling to.

"I suppose you're right. Most of us are. Is that a problem?" He couldn't see how, but well. People would find anything to be upset about.

He sighed, though, at old and painful memories. Terzian, Forever, hearing words that he'd always known in his heart but had hoped beyond hope weren't true regardless.

"Pain is part of living. I may have had more than I'd wished for, but without it how am I to know I'm still alive?"

"Of course not. I can't imagine being bothered by it."

Youth wasn't a poor quality. Everyone who lived had been young once, even the eldest of his kind had lived and walked as children and youths once, however long ago it had been. Lestat lifted his chin as he consdered those words.

The expression that found his face next was a great deal less mirthful, though it was still a smile, simply a shade of what it had been. "How indeed? Though pain doesn't always end with life. What follows life can have its share of pain as well."

Well, he wasn't being terribly discreet about the fact that he was not entirely normal, but when had he ever been? There were bookshelves in his world that attested to his lack of secrecy.

That was good, at least. He wouldn't have to deal with proving himself, anyway. At least not so far as age was concerned.

He raised an eyebrow, though. The things he was learning in this conversation. Apparently he'd have to venture outside a little more often if it ended in this sort of thing. He doubted he'd be so lucky every time, but at least once it had been a good thing. Or a better thing than he'd thought it would be.

"I wouldn't know about that. I've never had the opportunity to see it. Dare I ask how you would know? Or is that a secret?" Either way, he could understand. Or try to. Secrets were safer, but he'd never find out if he didn't at least try to ask the questions. Maybe that was why he heard more singing than others--because he bothered to put in the effort of finding.

"It is a secret. And it's not. Humans are strange. You can drop the truth right in their lap, packaged neatly -- with beautiful cover art -- and they'll take it for fiction and lies."

The secret best kept by keeping it not a secret at all. That said, this strange place where he found himself, he wondered if it would be different. If he ought to be more careful, more circumspect. For a moment, that was what Lestat intended to do, to dismiss the question with a laugh and let the subject change. For one, brief moment he considered it.

But where was the fun in that? "I know because I have died. And then, I continued one." He held out a hand if Cobweb felt inclined to touch, the cold skin, nearly dead pulse.

"Yes. You can. They'll merrily destroy themselves for their own blindness." They had done it, even. They'd ruined the world and ended themselves in the process. It was sad, really, or would have been if Cobweb had thought that they didn't deserve it. They'd had their chance and now it was over.

He did feel inclined to touch, though not for much longer than it took to recognize how cold he was. That was when he realized why the man felt so very familiar, and his eyes widened for a moment.

"I see. How many of you are there? It seems I may have already met one."

They. So then not a human, as he knew them. Well that had been Lestat's general consensus, one he'd been growing more sure of the longer the conversation continued. Not a vampire either. Not anything he'd met before, perhaps. And that was fascinating. It was too rare for things and people to be genuinely new or different, as long as he'd lived. No denying the interest sparking bright in pale gray eyes currently reflecting the deeper blue of the sun filled sky.

"They do work to their own destruction often enough. I've been fond of a number, throughout the centuries." Some had not been human any longer when his attention and fondness grew too intent. Such was life, and undeath.

The vampire considered the question. "Quite a few. Well, less than there were," after Akasha. "But more as time goes. We create our own." There was no disguising the interest at the last bit of info. "Have you? Here?"

"They have destroyed themselves. They just continue to fight against their own foolishness as though they haven't." Eventually it would catch up to them. Their world was dead and it had already been handed to the new race. It was only a matter of time before they finally realized it. They may need another cataclysm to force the recognition.

"How very familiar." Similar to the Wraeththu, then, in a way. Perhaps he'd have to have a talk with Marie's friend. It seemed they were much more alike than he'd thought. And that was something Cobweb was very interested in learning. There were lessons that he could learn and take back to him home too.

"Yes, here. Louis, I think. A friend of a friend." And never mind how they'd met, Cobweb didn't want to think about that.

"That may be true. But I have a fondness for them anyway. That's likely self-serving though, as I used to be one." And without humans, he would be a very, very hungry vampire.

Familiar was it? Aah the questions kept building, but Lestat was trying to be at least somewhat polite before he started really prying. And he was showing a remarkable amount of restraint of not trying to peek into Cobweb's mind -- though that was partially because he was beginning to think that it would be immediately noticed. And not appreciated.

So for once, he was behaving.

And then his thoughts were derailed by that name, anyway, instantly focused in on it.. "Louis? De Pointe du Lac? Green-eyed, dark-haired, always looking like he may be on the verge of weeping for the entire world? My Louis is here?"

"So did I, and, I assure you, I bear them no similar fondness." That was, in fact, a lie. He could be--and was--quite fond of a select few of them. But as a species overall, they were long finished and pining after them accomplished nothing. Most of them would be dead long before he was. Getting attached would hurt.

Perhaps not the description Cobweb would have applied to the man, but at least, it seemed, he still had some surprise in him. Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. Perhaps he should have verified that Louis even wanted to be revealed? Ah well. Too late to change that now. Besides, he didn't doubt his own protections. Louis cared for Marie, and if he needed Cobweb to defend him he would.

"Yes. That one. We haven't talked much, but he seems to be a rather troubled soul. Kind, though."

"And what are you now, lovely one? You are not the same as me. I can tell that much. Or perhaps that's too personal a question? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, they say." And Lestat wasn't terribly concerned about propriety. It got in the way, far too often.

The blond's expression softened at that assessment of Louis, nodding his head. "Troubled and kind, yes. His heart has always felt too deeply, I think. Since I first met him, he's been that way."

It was part of what had drawn Lestat too him, the sorrow and the pain, the turmoil behind those haunting green eyes. Ah. Thinking about it, he missed the other vampire. He always did, as often as they were parted.

"It's hardly a secret." He shrugged. It hadn't been for a long time. Maybe in the beginning when they'd had to burn the bodies to hide what they were, but now everyone knew. Whether that was a hazard of living so closely together or somehar had leaked their secret was still a mystery.

"I am Wraeththu. Humanity's successor since they burned the world." And were no longer worthy of it, according to the predominant way of thinking. Very few hara he could think of enjoyed their human counterparts and many even forgot their human pasts. There would be fewer of those now, though, as more and more harlings were born, never having been human in the first place.

"There's nothing wrong in feeling, despite what the Gelaming say. It might hurt, but at least it isn't ice. Feeling may even be the greatest strength one might have." There was power in it that could be harvested. Raw, fierce, and unrestrained, sometimes, but power nonetheless.

"I've never heard of your kind at all. Fascinating. The world I'm from hasn't been burned quite yet, though I wonder if it's heading that way. Perhaps our worlds are different then"

Quite possible. Lestat didn't keep as close a track of mortal affairs as closely as perhaps he ought to. But it was difficult. He lived in a different scale of time than them. Their lifespans so fleeting. Ah. Was he really growing out of touch? Maybe so. He'd have to think on that one -- if he remembered to do it with so much to distract him int his place.

"Of course not. Nothing wrong with it at all, unless it paralyzes you. And there is more than pain and sorrow to feel. There is so much beautiful in the world to see, to enjoy." Lestat's hedonism was showing. Ah well.

"Few enough in this place have. There are only two of us." There should have been more. Hara weren't meant to be alone. The least they could have done was send someone he was more compatible with than Seel of all people.

Cobweb shrugged once more. The number of worlds he'd encountered here, if only their edges, was staggering. And he'd already known that, theoretically there were far more than could be counted before he'd ended up in one. He still would like to know how that happened.

"Maybe it won't be, then. Maybe your humans will have learned better. Though I doubt it. They're all the same." With very few exceptions.

"Without the pain we couldn't know the joy. Happiness is only lovely because we know that there is also hurting."

Ah there it was. Perfect. He'd stumbled across a pretty philosopher then, hadn't he? Lestat couldn't hide the smile, far too pleased with the conversation. It was impossible to hide it really. "No light without darkness, is it? That's true, though. Joy without sorrow loses its meaning. But so does sorrow without joy. The trick is in the balance, I think."

The blond considered a moment, putting his next words together. "Though balance is the wrong word. It's hardly equal most times. And I've known tragedy well enough. But I rather prefer pleasure a great deal more. If I'm given a choice. I suppose that's not always the case."

For him and for everyone else. But Lestat, at his heart, reckless and selfish though that heart could be, was an optimist.

He bristled a little at the thought of "balance" (had Seel talked to him already, then?), but relaxed, at least, when the man continued. He couldn't have meant the same thing. He hadn't even known that Wraeththu was at hing to be questioned until Cobweb had told him. There was nothing to worry about.

"Yes. The pair are brothers and why should they walk without the other?" There were always balancing forces, in the real world and the spirit ones. When something pulled, something else pushed. Always.

"Most would, I think. Pain is to be pushed through so the pleasure can be enjoyed. But there is more learning in cuts and scrapes than kisses."

"What a pretty way of phrasing it. And what a strange family," he laughed. Pain and pleasure, siblings? Perhaps. Two sides of the same coin? Agony and ecstasy were intertwined. That may well have been true. Lestat could concede that much.

"Is there? I don't know. I learn quite well from kisses; rewards certainly have their place." But pain was a stark and plain teacher too. Lestat was simply a terrible student, as he'd always been. Lessons weren't learned the first time. Not always the second time either.

His gaze roams over Cobweb once more, as if taking him in anew. "You're very engaging. The sun isn't the only shining thing I've found here so far." This world grew more and more exciting, and he'd barely set foot in it.

"The best families usually are." Could he even call what he'd gotten here a family? His family at home was certainly strange, too, in its own way. At least he had someone he knew.

"A few, perhaps, but the lessons tend not to stick as well." The things he'd done to avoid pain were far more memorable than the ones he'd done for pleasure. Maybe it was just him, then, but he doubted it.

Cobweb was used to being looked at. If he was uncomfortable he didn't show it. He'd been a thing, a trophy, a prize to be shown off. In a way he even craved the attention. At home he was a legend and legends were there to be admired, shown off.

"How kind of you. I'm sure 'shining' is something no one else would call me."

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