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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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[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."

[longedfordeath]

"Yes, almost like being alive. Life isn't easily chased away from this city." This curious place had even managed to return Louis to life for the space of a few weeks. For that he'd forever love it, the bittersweet fondness plain to read on his face.

Was that Lestat's objection, that they must stay? The incredible pronouncement once again inspired that familiar exasperation that inevitably followed their sweet meetings. "I never thought of it as a cage," Louis murmured, moving to take Lestat's hand. "This place isn't much smaller than New Orleans was when we haunted it together, and it offers much that our own city couldn't.

"For instance," and he looked at Lestat curiously, having intended to address this earlier, "you walked in the sun today?"