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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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(Still testing, may be dropping River to bring in Amy instead.)

5. Meet the fresh meat

Amy stepped off the boat and took was was offered to her, scowling. Strange place. Check. Strange time? Based on the buildings... probably. She could handle that. She was fine being somewhere new, somewhere unknown. Somewhen unknown. She had even missed it.

What was not acceptable was that she was here alone.

"Rory!" she called. She would smack him if this was some joke of his. But... it was more likely...

She spun, looking around, red hair fanning behind her. "Doctor? River?" Had one of them done this? Must have. "Alright Doctor. You got me. Where's Rory."

If he broke time to save her, fine. If he broke time and saved ONLY her, he was going to be the raggedy man in a whole new way.

The islands were certainly strange. Ami had spent days trying to figure out what was going on here and she couldn't find much that made any sense to her. It was a huge mystery that she needed to solve. She also needed to figure out a way to get in touch with the other guardians. So far everything that she had tried just ended in failure, but she wouldn't give up.

She couldn't let her lack of answers get to her. This place and the people here was just one big puzzle and she probably didn't have all of the pieces yet. She needed to gather more information before she could attempt to figure anything else out. She double checked her observations once again and glanced at the time.

With a nod to herself, she grabbed a notebook and pen, made sure that she had both of her communication devices and headed out. There was a park nearby and she wanted to be there as the sun set. It didn't take her long to find the park and locate a good bench to just watch everyone and everything while recording some notes.

Usagi was off to a horrible start that morning. She had no idea how to live on her own, she'd stopped somewhere to get something to eat and found that she'd run out of the money that she'd been given using it the day before to buy sweets. She didn't know how to cook and she wasn't interested in setting her kitchen on fire with nothing to put it out. She'd gotten a job as a waitress and this was supposed to be her first day working but she was already late.

A familiar cry could be heard as Usagi took a short cut through the park. "OH NO I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" She ran, her arms flailing a bit as her path took her directly past where Ami had been sitting.

"Ami?" She turned but momentum sent her forward, crashing into the ground. She sat up, rubbing her nose with tears in her eyes. "Why is it always me. AMI!"

Network

[appearing on the network is one bespecked young man wearing mostly black. Although he is an unfamiliar face, he addresses the screen in a calm manner]

Hello, all. As none of the shops here accept gil, I will be needing a job soon. If you could all tell me of any odd jobs needed around the islands, I would be most appreciative.

She calls for Rory and she gets a Rory's attention. Just the wrong Rory. Turning around when he hears his name he gives Amy a bewildered expression. Did he go out with her once? He tries to remember. But why would she want to know where he was if it was a one time thing? She sounds British... when was he last there? Not that it matters. They could have met, if they met, anywhere.

"I'm sorry? Do I know you?" he asked politely, his County Cork accent rather obvious.

[01. Getting Settled]

Well. Sherlock Holmes was definitely lost in more ways than the very definition of the word itself. Obviously, there was trouble grasping how he could have ended up there when he was technically stuck in his own mind, and now none of it mattered. Not really. Not when there was no way out. That was a forced fact no matter who he talked to.

So, it was all a waiting game now. Wait for more answers. Wait for whatever called him here to send him back. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Waiting led to boredom.

Sherlock would finally emerge from his starter house, dressed in a white t'shirt, dark grey pajama pants and a navy blue robe. He walked to the end of his sidewalk, glanced down and then decided to take a walk.

"For gods sakes all I WANT IS A NEWSPAPER."

[05. Wild card]

[It's sometime in the afternoon when a text displays on the network.]

Is there someone in this unbearably boring place that has a gun for sale? A cheap one preferably.

[2 minutes later]

Nothing too big. But not one of those pocket.. things.

[2 more minutes later]

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Oi! Scottish. She's just.... spent too much time in Leadworth, thanks. She crossed her arms sizing him up. Liked the ginger hair, he was alright. But she was quite thoroughly married, thank you. And it was going to take a bit more than a nice accent and red hair to turn this woman's heart. She loved her stupid centaurian.

"I don't remember you, so going to guess no. Is that a standard pick up line for you, or are you looking for a different answer?" she asked, a brow raised. Of course, he life was filled with people she remembered that no one else did, or people she forgot but needed to recall, so it was always possible. Of course, Big Bang Two was supposed to have stopped that from happening, but time with the Doctor had taught her that what was supposed to happen rarely was what actually happened.

Well, from the bit he's just heard of her, English. Now that's she's talking more he can pick up the Scottishness. He grinned disarmingly at her.

"You called out my name, so I thought you knew me." There is no interest in picking her up, at least currently. She is rather nice looking (and Scottish, which is much better than English) though the red hair tends to remind him a bit too much of family, at least it's not McCallum red.

"Called out your name?" she asked, frowning at him. Then she came to the obvious - and wrong - conclusion. After all, she had seen what regeneration looked like on someone else, she knew the theory behind it...

"Doctor? What have you done to yourself?" she considered, then grinned a bit. "Well, better than the bow-tie at least."

And thinking this was some other regeneration of the Doctor's she stepped forward to hug him.

Normally, Rory wouldn't have any problems with a pretty girl wanting to hug him, he thought himself to be fairly huggable - he just liked to know the person a little bit more than you said my name. Even a few minutes of conversation would be nice. Unless he was trying to kill them, but that was another matter all together. Also he saw her wedding ring. Letting a strange, married woman hug him was not a smart idea in his book.

Which is why he very politely and agilely stepped out of the way of her hug with his hands up. "Doctor? I'm not a doctor," he said. "I'm Rory."

And that stopped her. She almost stumbled.

"No. You're not. Rory is human. Well, plastic sometimes, but mostly human. He can't regenerate. You can't be Rory."

Can't be. Nope. No. Not buying it. No way. Where was Rory, and who thought this was a funny joke? She was halfway to very cross and ready to threaten someone with whatever she could find laying around.

2.
[First an unplanned boat ride (where would that even have been possible) and now a city full of...humanity. And greater than any human place that still existed. The air tastes like magic, and the bridges are built of light. It's a dream he had once, and no one understood. He's just never imagined that it could be real.

If it is a dream, it certainly doesn't feel like it. But if it isn't then what is he supposed to do now?

He stands, stubbornly, on the end of a rainbow, unsure of whether or not he should test it. Things like that could never be trusted outright. Magic is always treacherous and this magic he doesn't understand, and can't wrestle into doing what he wants.

Perhaps, though, that's the point.]

What treachery is this, then? Who whispered?

3.
[With so many humans crowded into one place, Cobweb feels...anxious. Alone. Not another har in sight. And with the close proximity to humanity...he'd never seen so many in one place. And with all of them pressing together and up against him, the escape routes seemed to be few and far between. He wasn't interested in initiating interaction with any of them. Mostly he was trying not to draw attention to himself, off in one corner, trying to look terrifying instead of terrified, keenly aware of the fact that he's desperately outnumbered.

There's something mystical in the air--something portentous in being surrounded. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe he'll wake up soon with more magic about him.

It doesn't feel like one, though.]

It went against everything Ignis knew to be so out in the open as it grew dark. His brain was telling him to find a campsite or lodgings for the night, but then he inwardly reasoned that this was another world. Ignis was on his guard all the same. Being aware of everyone and everything in the park, he tried not to draw too much attention, but a keen observer like a certain guardian would notice his gloved fingers poised at his belt ready to whip out deadly daggers at a moment's notice.

Really this was like some kind of a beautiful gift, although Lianvis was dismayed the Listeners and Seers of the Kakkahaar hadn't caught wind of anything. His hair, long in Kakkahaar fashion, pooled down at his feet, his fingers and arms adorned like the perverted little magpie he was. Like Cobweb he could taste the magic in the air, feel it crackle, subtly. And so many humans. He could do a lot of work with so many participants.

And if he was lucky, the Hegemony would never find out. Life was good.

"Cobweb, as beautiful as always. You are a sight to behold. Now, don't tell me a few humans make you uncomfortable?" They were tools, couldn't you see that? Purely utilitarian. Think of how much power he could raise with all this humans here. The thought was exquisite. Shame there were a limited number of children though.

"... I am human." Plastic sometimes? What the fuck? What sort of crazy world did she come from? "And my name is Rory. Rory McCallum."

Well, there's a good reason why not to buy it. She's got the wrong Rory.

Kakkahaar spy was the first thought on seeing the har in front of him and his eyes flash with anger for a moment before he can control himself--though it does take a moment or two and a few deep breaths. Not the har he'd expected to see here. How much longer could he contain himself, then? And how long until human blood wasn't enough?

At least he stood his ground. He wasn't supposed to be a Varr anymore.

"Lianvis. Is your own hole not good enough?"

She blinked, then she had a moment, you could almost see it on her face, where she realized that..."oh yeah, multiple people can have the same name".... Whoops.

"Right, well I was calling for Rory Pond." Williams. Pond. Whatever. "So... clearly I wasn't calling for you, now was I?"

Sorry, Amy doesn't really apologize. Not much.

"So, where am I, and how did I get here?" And what was she going to call this person? No way in any universe she was calling him Rory. Oh, she could do like the Doctor did, then, call him by his last name. Bit of a mouthful, but she could work with it.

"Ah. I'm sorry. I don't know anyone of that name." No. Clearly she wasn't calling after him. And there's nothing wrong with calling him Rory. He's never really gone by any other name. Well, he's gone by "McCallum' when he's not surrounded by family. Thirteen kids plus others makes calling him McCallum doesn't really help. Red?

"You're on Medietas. I have no idea how you got here. No one really does." There's an apologetic look now.

"Is the Doctor here? Or a woman, she goes by the name River Song."

Because if anyone dragged her out of a fixed point, it had to be one of those two. Right? Because if it was Kovarian, she was going to actually kill someone in a timeline that wasn't going to be reset, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. But there was no way she was letting that woman interfere with her family again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alexiel started when he'd tried to go into a corner to catch a breather but it already has a Cobweb in it. He put a hand on his bandolier of bells as a force of habit to prevent them from accidentally ringing - even if they are well held in their pouches. Letting them ring out would be dangerous.

"I didn't see you there."

A strange creature, then--it looked human, but seemed stranger. Bells? He raises an eyebrow as he looks over the man, but he doesn't move from his place. His greatest defense now is shadow and distance. He might be powerful, but he can't take on an entire city of humans.

"Then it was working. I do not wish to be seen."

He would like to think he's human. An Abhorsen, yes, but still human. The Charter mark, mostly hidden by his hair, is something only a human can have, after all.

"Ah. I see. I hope you don't mind me hiding with you for a moment?" If not well, he can find another corner.

There's another brief pause while Cobweb decides what to say. He doesn't doubt that he can defend himself if necessary, and, well. It's only one man as most of the rest of the people seem to be ignoring him. Which is his entire plan, really. At least until he can find an exit.

So he nods once, and steps to the side to make room, brushing his long dark hair back out of his eyes with a graceful hand.

"Are you chased out of the light by your own kind, then?"

And that's an odd question. People generally liked him. He was nice and helped save them from undead and free magic creatures. Admittedly sometimes they thought he was a normal necromancer but that tended only to be temporary.

"Ah. No. I'm just taking a moment away from the people? I tend to spend a lot of time on my own."

1. Getting settled

Getting settled was easier said than done for Cassian. Never mind the fact that he didn't do settled (a life constantly fighting for the Rebellion didn't leave a huge amount of time for stopping to consider the next step), but physically he spent the most of his first two weeks there simply recovering. The fall had damaged him about as much as he'd thought at the time, but since he was convinced he was going to die, it hadn't bothered him. He did what needed to be done.

Trouble was, he wasn't sure how to live now. Jyn wasn't here. K2 wasn't here. None of Rogue One were, and it meant that he was without distraction, something that hadn't happened for twenty years, since he joined the Rebellion.

First of all, he needed a plan of attack, and that meant trying to work out what he was dealing with here. He'd been told that it was peaceful, but he never relied on anything that he hadn't seen with his own eyes. And so if you were walking around Medietas, you would see a wary looking young man, balancing precariously on crutches, restlessly walking the streets.

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