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Test Drive #1
TOGA PARTY: Eros thinks that a party is what's needed to welcome everyone! This event is held on the beach in the Second District and everyone is welcome! Just be sure to wear your toga (HAHA)! There are large silk tents that are filled with pillows for characters to lounge on. There's food (think Greek) and lots to drink! Eros wants everyone to have fun and get to know each other! So eat, drink and mingle!!
NETWORK:Everyone is provided with a communication device that gives them access to an island-wide network. These can be used for so many things! Send pictures of the drunk guy at the bar, your boobs or whatever you want!!
WILDCARD: There are forests, mountains, marketplaces, all sorts of places to go and explore on the island. Ideas for settings can be found on the locations pages!
**TDM threads can be used as your sample in your application! It can also be considered in game canon if it is agreed on by all characters involved in said threads.
Jane Kirk | Star Trek AOS
There were places breezes should be, and places breezes should be ONLY WHEN YOU WANT THEM THERE, and right now there was a breeze going places Jane didn't remember sharing when she laid down the night prior. Kind of a bummer, but there she was, naked, no partner, and no one moving nearby. Jane kept still on the cold, stone floor and waited. She's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant situations, but normally she can at least vaguely recall how she got there.
Normally there was someone around to gloat about it to.
Jane shifted and sat up, taking in the temple, getting a bead on where she was, and if there were doors. Her eyes swept over the ornate architecture, following the ceilings and pillars and finally landing on the clothes, not going unnoticed, but not exactly her first concern. Escape was absolutely her first concern, followed by someone watching her. Pinpricks of cold raised the hair on her arms as she swept up the ball of white fabric and sandals.
"When in Rome," she muttered, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as she hurriedly wrapped the toga tightly around her chest and knotted it at the shoulder. "What? No pins?"
It's like they wanted it to fall off. Jane snorted, eyed the communicator they'd strapped to her wrist, and then laughed when the screen lit up. It wasn't hers. None of the things around her were. The most infuriating part?
She didn't have any choice but to go along with it.
Jane left the temple with her guard up and her pace sedate. Anyone who wanted to accost her could do so at any moment, and that's what she wanted. She wanted answers.
[Toga Party]
It was almost too easy to mingle when everyone around her seemed to be exhibiting the same level of curious excitement. She lingers by the drinks because loose lips tell the best stories, and also she needed a drink like you wouldn't believe. She sips slowly, and smiles as people walk past. If she let herself, she could almost believe this was normal, and not an attempt to pacify everyone into complicity...and goddamnit Spock, get out of her head. Jesus Fuck.
She shakes her head and takes another bigger sip.
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"Not exactly the kind of party I was expecting to find when I woke up here," Bones said, his Southern lilt strong as he moodily sipped at his drink.
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Jane closes her eyes and almost chokes on her drink. The accent. She hadn't been expecting it. Jane shrugs a shoulder and masks her faltering smile behind the rim of her cup.
"You were expecting gladiator fights or human sacrifices too?"
Except. Except this was all very Greek. She studied history. She's not a complete moron, but that doesn't make her half-serious joke any less amusing.
To her at least.
Her eyes fall on the pendant around his neck and almost unconsciously her fingers fiddle with the solid gold engraved collar around her neck.
She steels herself, overs a brief prayer to, who the hell knows and throws caution to the wind.
And extends her free hand his way.
"Captain Jane Kirk," she says, completely and absolutely unbalanced by the possibility there might be familiar faces around.
Even if his wasn't.
Not completely.
Like a dream long forgotten. Or a moment in time now lost.
And then she fell upon her answer and she had to keep herself from shouting. "Oh shit, Other Bones!"
Because yes, yes she has met him before. It feels like ages ago, but she had and she's gaping at him like a fish because any brief hope of getting home just got ground into the dirt.
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The Ensign was quietly assessing everyone around them. The relief she'd felt at spotting the blonde haired trouble maker was palpable. She was sincerely annoyed to be clad in little more than a sheet. What kind of bizarre and history induced nightmare planet was this?
"I would not drink that." The younger woman empathetically commented, eyeing the drink in Jane's hand.
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Jane almost chokes on an ice cube. Her eyes are watering when she turns to face Chekov.
"A little too late for that."
She's trying not to look put out to see Chekov, because she's not.
She is.
But she's not.
When it was only her it was only her in this nauseating situation. Now she's internally freaking out because how can she protect Chekov from this? How can she protect her and still make it out of this with their sanity in tact.
"Nice toga."
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Why did she always get pulled into Jane Kirk's ridiculousness? It wasn't fair.
"Keptain. We shouldn't be eating or drinking anything that hasn't been scanned. There could be seweral influencing substences." Pasha didn't mean to nag. It simply came naturally to her to live by the rules of Starfleet. Something that didn't come quite as naturally to her Captain.
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Jane reaches out and gently flicks the stupid collar around Chekov's neck. "I'd be more worried about this than a cup of water."
She's more worried now about Chekov than both objects combined. Jane's lips twitch as she takes two of the pins out of her own toga. She crouches down and grasps the fabric that was dragging on the ground. She's not unaware that she basically just bared her chest to do this. Bare breasts are less of a hazard than tripping and getting a concussion.
She can knot it back in a minute. "Don't move."
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"Well, yes." She commented with a grimace. The collar was definitely worrying her. "But, we should still be cautious. This is all a wery friendly." And friendly normally meant there was an underlying motive. And especially given she had woken up sans clothing and any form of tech on her.
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Excuse Jane, what? Her eyes fly up to check out Chekov's expression, because if someone was being "friendly" with her they were going to become very rapidly acquainted with Jane's fist. She carefully rolls and then pins the fabric up above the other girl's ankles and then stands.
She grabs the fabric that was now hanging by two pins at her waist and ties them up behind her neck.
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Once Jane was - at least vaguely - modest again Pasha glanced down at her feet with a mumble of thanks. "I can not see any other crew members. At least from my scouting." It was harder to spot them without the bright colours of Starfleet.
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This was not a safe situation.
This was the exact opposite of a safe situation.
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Chekov was more perceptive than she let on. The Russian raised her eyebrow at Jane. "What do you know about this place that's putting you on edge?" Because if Kirk was on edge, then she needed to know why. Spontaneous hunting parties? Was that why she'd pinned her stupid toga up.; because they needed to run soon? She had seen Jane in real party conditions before. And this wasn't how she acted.