Test Drive #2

[pathemamods]

ARRIVAL: Your character wakes up in a temple completely naked except for the collar around their neck. Near the spot they wake up is a pile of clothing that is NOT what your character was wearing before they woke up. When they unfold the clothing they will find it's a toga and that there's a pair of sandals under it. Too bad, that's all there is. The sound of bells soon fills the temple, drowning out the noise of chatter and panic, drawing your attention to the statue in the center of the temple before a loud, booming voice fills your head:

Welcome, Honored Guests. I trust you’ve found everything easily enough. You may consider your Toga a token of my generosity and I trust the footwear will be more than sufficient; Now I’m certain that you all have many questions, so perhaps you’ll permit me to explain. I, Eros, Son of Ares and Aphrodite, God of Love and Sexual Desire, have brought you to Pathema for a very simple purpose. I offer you sanctuary from the trials and tribulations of your all too dreary existences and in return, I ask only one thing of you. Your devotion. I have seen how reluctant you creatures can be when it comes to matters of the flesh, and so I have ensured that all of you shall have the proper encouragement. Surely you must be aware by now that each of you have been fitted with a collar. I wouldn’t try and remove them if I were you. Your petty magics, or force, will do little more than cause them to tighten I’m afraid. Over a period of fourteen days, your collars will tighten. I’m told it’s a terribly uncomfortable experience and I wouldn’t suggest you push your limits but you mortals are rather a stubborn lot. Still, never let it be said that I didn’t try to warn you. Now if at the end of those fourteen days, you have still refused to show your devotion to your God? You will simply cease to exist. Oh, come now. I am not a cruel and capricious God. You’ll be permitted to return to your previous state of existence, for the mere price of something that you hold dear. A memory of those trivial times from before you were brought to your new home Ah, yes. I do believe I have your attention now, don’t I? But of course, how can you, mere peasants, show your God how much you adore him? I should think the answer is very simple, don’t you? I am the God of Sexual Desire after all.

SPRING FESTIVAL: Flowers are in bloom, birds are singing their love songs, and the residents of Pathéma are celebrating the arrival of Spring! Stalls of flowers can be found in the market place, fresh pressed juices and berries are sold and everyone feels more friendly than usual.

At night, bondfires are lit on the beach, and tables of food from your world are displayed alongside food from foreign places. Music is played all night long, and dancers pull strangers to join them, while the fire breathers put on a show for all to see. At midnight, fireworks light up the night skies before the party rages on until the sun comes up.

Blankets are available all over the beach, some giving more privacy than others...

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.

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CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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Camille Engelson // Stitchers

[usestazers]

Arrival

So Camille was use to some weird shit, like really weird shit, but this? This place was a WHOLE new level of weird. Now, she'd had her fair share of wild parties where she woke up naked on some strangers floor but she had never woken up in a Greek temple where a statue actually was talking and telling all her fellow naked people just what was going on.

It was like a super bad dream. Or a super bad trip, she wasn't sure which one it was yet but she had a feeling that she would figure that out before too long. But it was almost too weird to be true... She was sure Linus and maybe Fisher had something to do with this. Okay, maybe not Fisher, but Linus was still mad at her because she'd lied about being at the stupid library.

And it wasn't even like she'd had a choice. She'd been doing what Maggie said and getting close to Liam to get information. She hadn't been able to tell Linus that and he was taking it personally. It wasn't like they were dating but he was acting like a jealous boyfriend.

Whatever. Apparently she had to figure out this dumb puzzle he was putting her through... Which she wasn't sure how he was doing but he was smart...

She had shaken her head and wrapped herself up in the green material that had been provided and then studied the communication device she'd been given. It put her phone to shame. Frowning, she brushed her hair back over her shoulder as she stared at the screen.

"Wow, can't give us actual clothes but they give us this? Weird? I think so." And yes, she was talking out loud to herself but who didn't?


Network

[So when the feed starts, there's a pretty brunette smiling, though that doesn't last long and soon she's propping her device up and is lifting her shirt up, flashing the entire island.

Shame? She obviously doesn't have a lick of it.]

Okay, now that I have your attention. Hi, and can someone please tell me where the electricity and you know, actually technology is?

Re: Camille Engelson // Stitchers

[notjustananimal]

[Logan has no fucking idea who this chick is but he's not upset about getting to see a nice pair of tits for a moment. He's still a little stunned when she asks her question and it takes him a moment to respond, voice low and nonchalant.]

No idea. As to the tech, you're holding it. You already figured out how to be on Girls Gone Wild, so I don't figure you need any more help in that department.

logan howlett | x-men

[notjustananimal]

spring festival

This whole place was bullshit. Logan has been in various versions of hell over the last two hundred years but this one ranks pretty high. There's no phones, no way out and apparently he's been rigged up to some kind of choke collar to keep him in line. He'd tested it earlier and found out that trying to take it off meant it just got tighter and the only way to loosen the fucking thing was to go find a woman to take to bed.

Yeah.

He's not so much a fan of performing under pressure and the fact that his claws have been neutered doesn't really appeal to him either. He's gotten so used to being what he is, knowing that death is nigh impossible and that he can take most of what's thrown at him that he's gotten reckless and careless. What does it matter? He can't die. He's going to outlive everyone and everything he cares about. And now he's here with that taken from him and replaced with a shackle around his goddamn neck.

This party only has one thing going for it and that's plenty of booze. He's got a bottle of wine and while he wishes it was rye whiskey, he'll take it. The women here are stunning and he's not shy about looking, eyes tracing their forms as he downs shot after shot. Maybe ouzo isn't meant to be drunk in shots but he does it anyway, trying his damndest to get to bleary-eyed wasted before the night's out.

[makingmeblush]

It was a strange thing to get use to - the almost complete silence. She hadn't had that in-- She didn't even know how long. Even when she was shutting others' voices out, there had still been a soft buzzing sound, like voices muffled. But this? This, there were no voices. There was the presence of others but that was it.

That was what was going to take the most getting use to, everything else didn't even seem to register with her yet. It should have and she knew this. It should have bothered her that some powerful being claiming to be a God had brought them here, it should have bothered her that she had a collar around her neck and it should have made her livid what they had to do to keep the collars loose. But it didn't seem to matter, not yet at least.

But she was at a party and for a moment she wasn't quite certain how she got there. But of course she knows how she got there, she had walked over from the tiny house she'd been given. Okay, she had to pull herself together, she had to because this wasn't how she was. She was strong and her powers didn't define who she was.

Jean just stood there, right in the center of one of the tents with her eyes closed, taking it all in. And there! Her eyes snapped open and her head whipped around, looking for him. She'd felt his presence. It had felt some familiar, achingly familiar.

"Logan?" She was beginning to push her way through the crowd of people. "Logan!"

magnus bane | shadowhunters

[hedon]

S P R I N G >>>> R E V I V A L:

Magnus isn't a stranger to a good party, but what he isn't familiar with is being tapped out of his own magical frequency and licensed to another card holder. If he weren't almost certain that Valentine had no involvement he would have pursued his depth and range in the unharmonious Downworld as an option to pursue, but this was tacky even for the kind of ugly that he chose to harbor.

So as not to seem out of place, Magnus has a drink in hand and is mingling. There have already been several scenarios where mundanes (as far as he could guess) were throwing caution to the wind to play exhibitionist and he doesn't seem bothered so much as curious by the blatancy of their lewd acts. Some simply just don't care or enjoy that a crowd is watching.

Try as he might to keep his wits about him, the music blaring, and the floral aromas surrounding them become too distracting to avoid. When he does snap back to reality it's with such a jolt that his drink slips out of the flute and onto the party nearest to him.

"Oh!" Well, this could have gone much better. The fact that he didn't have his spells or energies served only to add to the sensory overload. "Allow me to..hm, here." Magnus pulls off the jacket he has one with an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulders. "It's the least I can do."

N E T >>> W O R K:

Nice hat-trick, at least Eros chose to pick a binder that suited me.

[Magnus pulls a finger through the necklace from home and lowers the device so everyone can get a good look.]

I've been on the receiving end of a curse more than once, and if you're nice I'll even tell you how many times I've been held prisoner but doing so without allowing us our talents?? Now that's just cowardice.


W I L D >>> C A R D:
[ Go ahead, surprise me. ]

network

[courageous_wit]

I've gone without my "talents" before. You get used to it, though it's a bit jarring at first.

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter + CRAU

[courageous_wit]

Spring Festival

Hermione resigned herself to her situation. She felt fairly confident that it wouldn't last very long, though, so she had absolutely no interest in meeting the ridiculous demands of this place. But that didn't mean she couldn't explore the area and learn about it. She went by the flower stalls, greeting the sellers and trying for conversation. When it got dark she hung out near the bonfire, watching everything but not really eager to step out and join in.

Now and then her fingers drifted to her collar. She could feel the weight but it was still strange to have it around her neck. She saw it in a mirror earlier and knew it was in Gryffindor colors.

Network

[the camera comes on to reveal Hermione. She is dressed in Muggle clothes and addresses the camera fairly calmly, if a bit awkwardly]

Yes, hello. Forgive me, I'm not really used to recording myself. I hope you all don't mind answering a question. I know we're all from different worlds, but how many of you came from a place other than your own world?

Spring Festival

[intensivist]

Chase had been at the party for awhile. He couldn't say that he was altogether comfortable being here, but had resigned himself to his lot in life. He enjoyed sex as well as the next guy, but this collar was slightly ridiculous, even by House's standards. Chase was used to living in an environment of pranks and ridiculousness, so this shouldn't jar him that much.

But....

Chase stepped up beside Hermione at the bonfire, glancing over at her. "Pretty isn't it?" He asked, giving the girl a small smile.

Dr. Robert Chase | House | Post Series

[intensivist]

[Spring Festival]

Bloody Hell... was the only thought that went through Chase's head as he scrubbed a weary hand over his face. His needed to shave, his beard was a little long even for the rugged look he usually wore, but seriously a razor was the last of his worries. His hand ran over the brown leather collar he wore around his neck. It reminded him of necklaces he saw back home. God, that seemed like an eon ago since Chase had been home, since his nine-month surfing hiatus.

The toga left little to the imagination and Chase had it wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest bare. If someone were to look closely enough, they would see a scar where over where his heart beat against his chest. Chase was not one to shy away from a party but there was something about this place that set his nerves on edge. He chatted up the locals in the stalls, and when darkness fell, Chase can be found by the water, watching the waves.

Re: Dr. Robert Chase | House | Post Series

[misskringle]

Kristen had somehow escaped the party and was also watching the water. This whole place was out of her nightmares and it showed, especially in her itching at the side of her neck. The toga however was quickly becoming a losing battle, she missed her skirts and dresses even more. Her collar however fit her retro nature: a simple band of green velvet. That was when she spotted Chase and decided to try being social.

"At least you can think out here right?"

Anne, Queen of France || BBC!Musketeers

[anneofaustria]

Arrival

If waking up in foreign place had not been frightening enough, the lack of proper clothing had been greatly concerning for Anne. Luckily for the queen of France, everyone in the room she had woken up had been in the same predicament, and most eyes had been averted or busy trying to find something to cover one's body instead of staring at someone else's body. Like everybody else, she had found a long square of cloth and sandals by her crown, and with discreet looks (she was well taught in such a thing now), Anne had watched how people had tied their cloth around themselves. It did not cover has much as she would have liked it, but it was better than nothing else.

She found that there was no familiar faces in the crowd as she weaved through, looking for a way out. None could answer her question about where they found themselves, and it did not help the fear that pooled at the pit of her stomach. Had she been kidnap to hurt Louis? To hurt France? Would her absent be quickly noted by the Musketeers, or would the enemies of the Crown taunt them with their inability to protect her? And what of her son? Oh God be good, what will happen to her son now? Anne had to remind her to breathe at that thought, her heart torn from not being at her baby's side. Pushing past people now, she tried to find a door, a way out so she could just breathe.

But her efforts were interrupted by the booming voice of the god of this place. As the message went on, the disbelief on her face was easily readable: this was not what Anne expected this place to be. A delicate hand raised to the ornate crucifix around her neck, finding it much closer to her throat than usual: she was a devoted woman, but only to God and He was not this heathen Greek god Eros. She could not imagine worshipping anyone else, and could not even fathom the manners of which this Eros would ask as a proof of faith.

When the doors of the temple finally opened, she moved outside with the crowd, shielding her eyes with one hand against the bright sun. When she could see well again, Anne could not stop the gasp that escaped her lips; some sort of disbelieved sob while she fought the tears that threatened to pool into her eyes. This place was nothing she had ever seen before: she was not in France in anymore.

"Oh mon Dieu..." She was truly lost now.


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Network

[The feed starts a little bit shaky, but grows steadier by the seconds as Anne adjusts the view to her face. Her hair is braided (anything else would require a handmaiden) and the cross around her neck is clearly visible. The necklace is a bit tighter now, testament to Anne having been in this world for a few days now. There is a hint of a smile on her lips before she speaks:]

Bonjour. I am looking for a seamstress, as the gown that was brought with me will not be of any use in this world. They are far too complicated to put on without any help, and I fear they will be too warm to wear in this place. And I do not think walking around in my shift would be an appropriate thing to do, even in this world.

I do not have money to pay for those services yet, but I can leave you the gowns, or perhaps we can find an arrangement which will be fulfill upon me finding a trade, which I am looking for at this moment.

I do not know how useful I can be, but I can read and write in French, English and Spanish. I am also told that I can cook, somewhat decently. If any of you can help me find a place to earn my keep, I would be deeply grateful for it. Merci et au revoir.

[Anne fiddles with the device for a moment, before the feed ends.]


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Wildcard!

[Anne can be found exploring the island, most likely looking for a church where she can pray for everyone's souls, or at the Spring Festival, watching the dancers and being fascinated by the fireworks.]

Arrival

[ex_toopolite626]

To date, Aramis had not been able to find any means to leave. Much was still beyond his measure, although he had started to learn some of the items of this realm, and while it did chafe at him, the knowledge that he was stuck here, collared like some cur, he had found his own moments of merriment. France still thrummed through his veins with every moment, and after his tenure away, some days he did chomp at the bit to return. His calling had been found once more, rekindled and reborn, yet Aramis wasn't certain if this was some test of God.

His own attire was that familiar Musketeer clothing which had showed up after his arrival. His blade had been there, along with his gun, even if it lacked ammunition, but Aramis had felt more at home in the familiar leather. It was a second skin, although his pride in polishing it was two-fold; for upkeep and for his own vanity.

An apple in hand this day, he had been taking bites out of it as he went about the market. In some ways, there were aspects of this realm that reminded Aramis of home, although they were few and far between. He hadn't seen another familiar face since his arrive, and after being gone for so long, it did weigh upon him. Yet, as he strolled, his eyes roamed, back and forth, that guard never dropped, until his eyes did shift to the side. Like one part of a soul calling to another, he found her there, looking lost, although it took a moment for Aramis to come in to action.

"Your Majesty." His own surprise was rather evident, although it deepened, moving to her neck. He being here was one thing, but she being here was something completely different. Not that he could keep his eyes off of her.

Lyla Winston || Sons of Anarchy

[stickstoporn]

Spring Festival

Lyla had never considered herself crazy, stupid at times but never crazy. This all though? She was sure she was losing her mind. First she woke up naked, not knowing where she was (though that had happened before so it wasn't that strange). Then she'd heard words booming from a statue. Yeah, a statue. The statue had talked about being a God and collars and choking and she was sure that God and collars and choking really didn't need to be in the same sentence.

But she wasn't able to wake herself up and so she was sure she was going crazy. Maybe one of those bastards had knocked her in the head without knowing it and she was lost in the crazy that was now her mind. That made more sense than actually being on an island that was fueled by sex. Okay, so her mind had placed her in sex island - that made sense considering her job.

She was still thinking of her descent into craziness while she was waiting for her turn at the bar of whatever kind of party she had conjured up. Finally she was next and she leaned against the bar, elbows on the top and she leaned forward a bit so she could check over the bottles. "Give me whatever is the strongest you have," she finally announced.

She didn't care what it was, she just needed strong and she was disappointed when a glass of wine was set before her. "Really? This is it?" Wow, her mind was beginning to disappoint her.

Re: Lyla Winston || Sons of Anarchy

[missingoneveryfront]

"...Lyla?"

He'd been dead certain he was...well, dead when he woke up. That last blow to the head should have caved his skull in, but he woke up in some kind of fucked up temple with a PA inside a statue laying things out for him.

Sure, Sex Island sounded a hell of a lot like Heaven, and that was comforting--until he saw her at the stupid goddamn party that was going down. He figured Heaven owed him a beer, at least, if not a look to make sure his brothers were okay, but then he glimpsed that blonde head and those slim shoulders and he heard her...

So he was standing there if she turned around, about three feet away, just...staring.

Because Lyla wasn't dead. Not her, she would not leave his kids alone. His head couldn't wrap around any other reality

...and that meant this was real.

That meant he was alive.

That meant that his brothers were back there, alone, and God only knew what was gonna happen to them if he'd just up and vanished in the middle of that fucking room.

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Arrival;

Luke has a very bad feeling about this.

After awaking naked on the floor of an old building, he quickly locates the toga but is rather confused as to what it is exactly. He's never seen a garment like that before and he fiddles with it for a while before finally just tying the thing around his waist. Even more unnerving is the collar around his neck. A shock-collar? An explosive device if he tries to leave?

With that worrying prospect on his mind, his next task is finding some kind of weapon, because surely his captors would still be close, and the fact that they somehow disabled his blaster and lightsaber is making him more than nervous. A stick would have to do. There's quite literally nothing else around. No droids, no security towers, not even a speeder bike. He's a little surprised at how technologically desolate this place is.

Where's the ship he was brought here in? This planet definitely isn't Hoth. Not nearly enough snow or man-eating beasts.

Anyone unfortunate enough to run into Luke right now will find him looking rather wild-eyed, a large stick held in his white-knuckled hands like a club, and his toga wrapped around his hips where it barely covers him up. If a strong wind were to blow then it wouldn't even do that much.


Spring Festival or just around;

He finally emerges from his hiding spot after hearing some version of a rundown on this place, face beet-red and awkwardly pulling at the garment he was provided (though now wearing it properly). It covers way less than he's used to and, honestly, he's a little bit too chicken-legged to pull off a toga that well. Though it isn't just the outfit that's making him flush rather brightly; it's knowing what he'll have to do here to stay alive.

And this collar. It makes him all manner of uncomfortable, and not just in the way it hangs heavily around his neck. Slavery is still a thing where he comes from and it's giving him all sorts of unpleasantly familiar vibes.

He was told from a young age that his father and grandmother were slaves and he's not about to follow in their footsteps.

Angrily determined, but still looking like he might pop a blood vessel if he gets any pinker, Luke begins his task of awkwardly dodging too many eyes and trying to cover his legs while simultaneously looking for someone who might be in charge here. He has a piece of his mind for whomever that is. He still hasn't figured out how he got here in the first place. Drugging is the only answer he can think of and that just makes him even angrier.

Though the question of 'why' is even more nagging, especially with the war going on. What an odd concept for a prison colony.

Of course, after a while he starts to realize finding the responsible party might not be very easy after all. In fact, the other prisoners are suggesting that his efforts would be fruitless for one reason or another.

Starting to get desperate, Luke can be found muttering to anyone who will listen. "Hey, I'm trying to find anyone who wants out of here, or maybe someone who's already started a group effort. Do you know who I should talk to?"

Arrival

[anneofaustria]

Anne is just as confused and as lost as Luke. This looks nothing like the streets of Paris, or anywhere in the countryside that she has been to. The statues reminds her of what she's read or heard of Ancient Greek, a time of heresy, with people following multiple gods at the same time. But she can't thin of a good reason for Greece to kidnap her, especially not in the wake of France declaring war on Spain. There is no reasonable reasons for her not to be by the Kings side, and yet, she can not find anyone that knows of Louis.

She comes across Luke just as a gust of wind picks up, causing the piece of fabric they were give as clothe to move around sharply. As she tries to keep the fabric from showing off her body more than it is appropriate for the Queen of France to do so, she catches a flash of skin from the young man in front of her. Anne can't stop the surprised cry from escaping her lips: she's not sure of what part of Luke she just saw, but for certain it's something she's not meant to see:

"Please, monsieur, cover your self!" she says as she covers her eyes, her head turning away to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.

Otis Zvonecek | Chicago Fire

[zvonecek]

[ Arrival ]

Otis woke up naked. That wasn't unusual in and of itself but as he opened his eyes, it became abundantly clear that he was not somewhere familiar. He stood up quickly, his eyes falling on the pile of clothes and he picked it up, quickly discovering that it's a toga and definitely nothing like he might usually wear.

"What the fuck," he muttered, was this a prank? It was elaborate even for the fire house. He decided the toga was better than nudity and slipped it on. By the time he'd managed to figure it out there were bells and a voice. Otis' frown deepened the further along the voice droned on. Jesus someone liked the sound of their own voice? Somehow, Otis had the sense to at least not say that out loud.

He reached up and felt the collar at his neck and he still wondered how the guys had pulled off such an elaborate prank because that seemed more reasonable than the truth. But he looked around. He wasn't the only one... He furrowed his brow and finally moved towards another person.

"This is a joke, right?"

[ Network ]

[ Making videos is nothing new to Otis and given how everything else is a bit unfamiliar he falls back on this familiar thing. He sets the camera up and starts recording. It'll just be a simple video, just a greeting and that's that. He could come up with more elaborate ideas once he's been around longer. ]

Hello. This is Otis. I'm not sure what to make of this place. I half think I've gone crazy, never seen anything like it. What do you make of it? Have you been here long?

Hope to meet some folks soon. [ He can take a lot of things but one thing Otis has always needed is attention, an audience even if it ended up being a mocking one. ]

[ Wildcard ]

[ Up for anything else! ]

network, audio

[lefthandfree]

Hey, Oats. [Yep.] Name’s Buck.

If you’ve gone crazy, then so’ve I. But, y’know, if I’m having a crazy fever dream or something, I’m probably just making you up too so I have some way to feel better about myself dreaming up such a weird place. [That is how things like this usually go, anyway. Except he hasn’t waken up yet, and that’s probably just as disconcerting as this all being real. For Real real, that is.]

Anyway, you’ve met me now, if that means anything. So. Guess that’s done, and now you can start trying to convince me you’re a Real Boy and that I'm not losing my damn mind. [More than usual. Ha.]

Meredith Grey | Grey's Anatomy

[anatomyjane]

Arrival

[The GOD of sexual desire? Part of her mind spirals through a quick list of diagnoses indicated for auditory hallucinations. The weight of a cold stainless steel choker feels foreign, and the toga has got to be some kind of cruel joke.

Her hands trail up to her neck, and her own morbid curiosity allows her fingers to tug at the collar, immediately feeling it tighten. Her eyes widen, and she drops her hand, no longer all that curious. Add tactile hallucinations to the list. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Meredith shivers a little and puts on the ridiculous garment and sandals, but she's more interested to find the smartphone-looking device, gripping it with a sigh of relief.]

Network

[It's not exactly a familiar interface, but she navigates to the network easily enough, realizing momentarily that she's broadcasting live video, looking less than pleased as she walks away from the temple towards what looks like a small neighborhood full of houses.

I get that this is some crazy sex island or whatever, but there's gotta be a hospital, right? I'm a doctor - a surgeon, if that makes a difference. Pretty sure I'm having some kind of mental breakdown.

[The sound of music and the light chatter of a party catches her attention as she walks, and Meredith cautiously follows it, ending up out in the middle of what seemed to be a giant beach party. She looks around, raising her brows, feeling thoroughly out of her element until someone walks by with a tray of fruity drinks, one of which she grabs and starts sucking down.

Maybe not the smartest move, but she's pretty sure this isn't actually happening.]

I'll just... be right here in the mean time.

Network

[intensivist]

[Chase had not been here long, but long enough to know two things for sure. One, she was most definitely not having a mental breakdown. And two, she was sexy as hell and he couldn't help but smile. ]

It's not a breakdown. [He smiled knowingly]

Unless everyone else is having one too. If that's the case, we're all screwed. I'm a surgeon too, although my specialty is diagnostics. I see you've found the party. Would you like some company?

Alex Summers | X-men First Class

[letslipthedogs]

Arrival

Alex is used to things that others might call strange. It's just a fact of life when you're a mutant. None of it has been as strange as this though. Just how did he get here from that beach in Cuba? This has to be some kind of a joke.

But who could put together a joke like this? Hank is smart enough, for sure, but Alex doesn't think even he would come up with this. This isn't his sort of humor. (Alex isn't sure Hank even has a sense of humor, but that's neither here nor there right now.)

He's not particularly modest, so while he pulls on the sandals to protect his feet, he doesn't bother to do anything more than stand up and hold the bunched-up fabric in front of him. Someone here has to have some answers, and what the professor would do is go looking for them first thing...

Wait. Wait did that statue just say...?

"Sean?" Is Sean here somewhere? He might do this, if he could figure out how. "Is this supposed to be funny?"

Spring festival

This is...a little better, anyway. At least now he's dressed, and the food is like what he remembers from home. There's some that isn't, too, but what he's most interested in trying is the variety of different alcohols. (It's not something he got to do back home. He's going to take full advantage of the chance while he has it.)

Plus the bonfire's pretty cool.

At some point towards midnight he's taking a break from the dancing, sitting on the beach, some kind of fruity drink in his hand. He's nowhere near ready to be done yet. He's just sitting for a few minutes.

"So what do you think, weirdest communal dream ever?"

Erik Lehnsherr | X-men cinematic

[frankensteinian]

Spring festival

If anyone is wondering where allllll of the drinks went, Erik has them. Normally he practices moderation, but moderation is for people who aren't trying to wake up from a bad dream.

It's bad enough that he's under someone else's control again, and there's the prospect of death hanging over him the whole time. He may be a survivor, but even a survivor has a hard time getting out of this. But on top of that, he can't use his powers either. That's the feeling he hates most of all, being literally powerless.

So he'll just sit here surrounded by a virtual army of drink options, which he found who knows where, choosing not to take part in any of the dancing or other revelry. Clearly he needs someone to come over and keep him company. Or just try and get a drink away from him.

Wildcard

[Dealer's choice!]

[divaricate]

Wanda's least favorite parts about being here are the fact the collar around her neck reminds her of the one that was put on her in the Raft, and the fact that her powers are useless here.

But at least the food is good?

She has a small plate of food when her eyebrows raise slightly at the sight of all those drinks around him. "Did you... lose a bet or something?" She asks. Yep that's the first question that came to mind.

Malcolm Meryln l DCTV l Arrival

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm studied the statue for a long moment. He is comfortable in his nakedness as he glances around. He is an even six feet tall, with dark hair graying at the sides. His body is covered in scars and his left hand is missing. He looked at the toga and sandals and sighed.

"Well it's not the worst thing I've ever worn," he muttered softly as he dressed and headed outside to explore.

Re: Malcolm Meryln l DCTV l Arrival

[notthatblonde]

Felicity was in the market looking strangely at an eggplant. She was no Emeril Lagasse that was for sure. She wrinkled her nose at the offending object, and put it back. She tried not to make it seem like the thing had bitten her.

She glanced over at the temple, not expecting to see anyone.

"Seriously?" She called out, stopping.

Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman | DCEU

[learntthehardway]

A R R I V A L

Themyscira had been a paradise.

Diana was sure of that. It was after all what she'd been told the thousands of years she'd lived there.

This place she found herself on though, it was not Themyscira. She knew that with every fiber of her being as she pushed herself up to her feet. The cloth that had been left by her side was expertly wrapped and draped around her and pinned into place in a matter of minutes. She hadn't worn anything like that in years, but it was almost as though she'd never left her home.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes narrowing as she listened to the booming voice coming from the statue. Honored guests? She could feel her anger boiling just the surface. Sanctuary? Eros was delusional if he actually believed that she would worship him. Though...

Her hand came up and her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the collar that encircled her neck. She was collared like a slave! Glancing down, she spotted her sword and leaned over, and she picked it up. She tested its weight in her palm, almost as though she was making sure it was actually The Sword of Athena.

"You shall pay, Eros, son of Aphrodite for bringing me here to this place," she whispered, shooting the statue an angry glare before heading out of the temple.

[darknstormy]

It was petty but Seth checked on new arrivals every so often, particularly their spoils as they woke up. He wouldn't hit a woman but there were other ways to swipe something of value. Thanks to Ares, Seth didn't even have a real gun anymore. So he made his way through the naked bodies in search of piece.

He'd just come up on the other end of Eros' ridiculous statue when someone barrelled into him. "For fuck's sake, why don't you--" Seth had grabbed onto the arm of who trucked into him to steady himself from flying. The last thing he expected was for it to be a woman.

Anger had immediately transitioned into surprise and showed on his face. "You're..." Gorgeous? No--well, yes but-- Seth swallowed, quickly letting go of her arm. "...are you okay?" he asked in lieu of an apology. His words weren't gracious even if she had been the one running into him.

He had to be nice and pleasant. Maybe he could win points with this dame.

Leah / Marvel 616

[hel_hath_no_fury]

Arrival
She had been listening to Eros' words and found herself not impressed. Indeed, this was exactly the right way how to threaten mortals, how to coax them into doing what you want them to do. But to her it does not matter. Her existence has been bound to another and memories...truly laughable. When she speaks her face is without any expression and no emotion shows from her voice.

"Your threats are almost amusing. Almost."

After those words she gets up, not really minding the fact that she's still naked. Okay, that collar is rather uncomfortable, she has to admit. But everything else, not really. That god had to do better and maybe, in a way, these mortals had to do so as well.

Leah hasn't picked up the toga or the sandals. She's leaving the temple the way she arrived: quite naked and utterly unimpressed.

Spring Festival
Leah has picked a blanket close to the sea and in her hands she is holding a milkshake. It is not really something she likes but she knows the Leah Loki used to know did. And they seem to be quite tasty. This time she has dressed herself and at times she can be found tugging at her collar. The damn thing starts to become quite a nuisance.

"Don't you just want to take this thing off?" she asks with a small smile to the person closest to her.

Spring Festival

[toopolite]

Her eyes turn from the sea to the individual before her, and Sif pauses. It is true that she does desire that, although she is not the type to speak such things publicly, to a stranger. "I suggest you toy not with it, as this Eros does have a twisted sense of humour, and tighter might it go."

The cursory tugs had been given in the beginning, but Sif has heard of those who played with it too much, and paid a price. She might dislike it, extremely, but there are lines that Sif does draw. Choking in public (or private) is certainly one.

Peggy Carter | Marvel

[womanofvalue]

Arrival

The instant that the cloying voice in her head is gone, Peggy is already clawing at the collar around her neck to try and loose it. The toga had been thrown on nearly instantly, a pale replacement for her normal clothes, but the collar simply won't move. Devotion, the voice had said. For one, she wonders if she's gone mad and is hearing things, but her sudden nudity while a bloody God rambled on in her head about devotion isn't something that most mad people do, at least not in her experience.

Worse, she already knows what must happen. Fourteen days, though. She has fourteen days before this becomes a problem that she'll have to worry about, though there's a sinking feeling of dread that it's not very much time to think about a rescue.

Even though she half knows that it's as useless as fighting upstream, she keeps on trying to work some looseness into the collar at her neck, collapsing down to sit in order to catch her breath, none of them feeling deep enough, given the restriction. She doubts that she'll actually make it through fourteen days, but the mere gall of some voice in her head demanding devotion through sexual acts is enough to rile her stubbornness and make her want to defy.

Unfortunately, it seems the only person she'll be hurting is herself, then. Sweeping at the back of her toga, she presses her lips together to address another problem. "How on earth does one make this comfortable?" she mutters aloud, sending a glare towards the statue that must be the very demanding god behind all this.

---

Network

[The device is smaller than anything outside what Howard has shown her, but it has the functionality to take pictures and that's what Peggy's been doing as she investigates her way around this strange place, but what she hasn't taken into account is trying to figure out the instructions, which is why she's just sent the last three pictures she's taken and broadcast them out. Caught off guard, she also realises that she's now speaking to this same network, eyes wide and a touch stunned]

If you've just seen yourself, I didn't mean to broadcast that. I should make it clear that I'm not stalking anyone either.

[Wonderful, this is going downhill by the second. Hand to her face, Peggy decides to simply be blunt about it all]

Is there anyone adept at technology willing to help before everyone thinks I'm a stalking, picture-mad woman?

network

[lefthandfree]

[Well, this is a pleasant surprise, unintended or not. Margaret Carter alive and in the flesh. Young, even. Of all the people...

The pictures aren’t half bad either, all things considered.]

Agent Carter. [Polite greetings are appropriate even under unexpected reacquaintanceship.]

I think you could work on holding it more level to the ground when you're taking shots, but otherwise I wouldn’t say you come across as picture-mad. Maybe a little creepy, sure, but I think most people would kill to have someone like you stalk them. Or, y’know, be killed trying to be since you probably wouldn’t be doing recon on ’em unless they were suspect anyway.

Bard the Bowman | the Hobbit

[yourslipisshowing]

Spring Festival

Being in the marketplace, with the fresh food and the sounds of birds, Bard can almost pretend that he's still in Middle Earth, in Laketown with his children. Except that here, they're not all perched precariously over a lake, with a dragon-sheltering mountain looming over them, and he definitely wouldn't want his children to show up in a place like this.

Later in the day, after eating his fill of the various kinds of familiar and unfamiliar food, he heads down to the beach to take a look at the bonfires. The only time he'd seen a fire this large had been when Laketown burned down, only he doesn't think the purpose of these fires is destruction. He hopes not, at least.

He is curious about a few things though. "Are these common in the world you come from?"

Wild card

He's more settled in now that he's been here for a week. Daily life hadn't been a huge adjustment for him, as similar as this place's primitive technology is to what he's used to. He's never relied much on buying anything he needed, anyway, being more used to making it himself or trading for it somehow. (Never mind that the new King of Dale does not need to do any of these things anymore. This is not Dale.)

He doesn't know anyone well enough to know that he can rely on them, so he's forced to depend on his own resourcefulness again. Good thing he's been doing that for most of his life.

It's a good thing as well that when he arrived here, he had arrived with his longbow and arrows. That makes procuring food much easier. He slings the bow over one shoulder, the arrows over the other, and sets out in the direction of the woods, intending to hunt something to eat.

Spring festival!

[electro_kinetic]

"What, huge fires?" Noriko asks, hands tucked into her pockets as she watches from a safe enough distance to not get burned, merely feel the warmth.

"Yeah, some people seem to like them," she says, wiggling her toes in the sand: her feet and legs aren't the only thing bare, though. In those shorts and a very small bikini top she's not hiding a whole lot. "I like watching them burn if they're controlled, but getting one started is a pain in the ass."

Justine || The Dresden Files

[ishisstrength]

Arrival

Being in service to the White Court gave Justine a very particular view of the world around her. Sex was common, as was waking up naked in strange places, but the collar was new and the threat behind it uncomfortable. She's met creatures of many other races before though only the Fea ever claim themselves to be something akin to gods.

Justine lazily reached for the robe, tying it around her frame with an expert hand. She leaned over to slip on her shoes, her long midnight black hair spilling over her thin shoulders. With things set as they out to be she set out in search of someone who might offer her more in the way of answers.

'Thomas' The name rings in her thoughts and a knot twists in her stomach. Is he alright? Perhaps he's here as well though Justine wasn't sure given his nature.

Her features were pail and delicate, thin fingers rising to the curve of her neck as if to adjust the new piece of jewelry that circled her neck. She appeared confused, dazed, and lost; waiting for a knight a shining white armor to come and save her from her new situation. Surly there was one nearby.

Network

[Dark eyes focus at the screen as Justine flicks on the feed. She looks calm though weary and unfocused.]

It looks like my stay might be of some duration. What does everyone do for fun around here? I need a distraction.

[youcantfixme]

He watched as new arrivals started to filter out of the temple. They all seemed to be in a better state than he was at waking up in the temple. Luke kept an eye, curious as to finding a familiar face like some of the other involuntary citizens. And maybe to lend a hand if someone needed it.

There was a young woman with dark hair that looked to be of the latter. He started a slow walk toward her, head dipped but eyes forward. His expression wasn't animated but neither completely stoic. Reserved. Composed. A little bit of a smile to his mouth while his eyes held question of whether or not she needed help.

Luke walked up with half his hands stuffed in the front of his jean pockets. "You need some help?"

Augustin "Gus" Elizalde | The Strain

[dontworkforfools]

Arrival

"What the fuck is this?"

His voice groaned hoarsely as he pushed himself up to his feet. He's was trying to escape the city and now he's waking up, in what looked like a temple, bare ass naked. He pulled the toga around his waist, having no fucking clue how to put it on he tied it off and decided that if it wasn't going to fall down then it was fine.

He didn't accept the voice and choose to promptly ignore it in search for better answers. Cease to exist? That was a fancy way to imply death. After everything he's lost and all that shit he's been through to survive, he was going to keep on doing that.

Gus came to the first person he saw. They had a collar that matched his and while this wasn't a good indication to finding a way out, they probably knew more than he did. "Hey man, do you know what the hell is going on here?"

Network

[A tired rough voice echoes through the phone.]

Anyone know where a guy can work out? Doesn't look like the sort of place that has boxing. [He really needs to hit something.]

[redasrubies]

She's only arrived here once, but she knows from overheard conversations that the method of arrival is the same as it was when she arrived. The fact that Gus is wearing a toga is all the indication she needs that is a brand new arrival.

"Exactly what the statue said is going on here."

Kahlan Amnell || Legend of the Seeker

[hidden_truths]

SPRING FESTIVAL

Her arrival had been a shock but nothing that Kahlan wasn't prepared to handle. She'd trained most of her life and while it wasn't for this purpose, that steady firm calm was useful to her now. This would at least be easier than trying to prepare Richard to become the Seeker.

With a soft exhale of breath Kahlan pushed her thoughts away. There wasn't any point in thinking about home here. Her fingers rose to her collar as if to check that it was still there.

Of course it was.

She tried to enjoy the festival but she wasn't in the mood to celebrate. A man had handed her a drink and while she convinced him to leave she kept the drink. It was sweet and the alcohol worked it's magic on her nerves. She didn't want it to impair her but the prospect was very tantalizing.

Kahlan swallowed and felt as if her collar was tightening. At least the god had been truthful about it's intentions. It was a small consolation.

Wanda Maximoff - MCU

[scepterschild]

NETWORK

[Wanda sighs heavily, dragging her hand over her face before she turns on the odd device. This isn't where she'd thought she'd be though it is significantly better than the prison cell she had been in.]

Hello. [Her accent is thick, rolling pleasantly over each word.] Is there anyone here familiar with the Avengers?

And I need clothes. Not these. [She pinches the white toga that's draped over her shoulder to make it clear what she was talking about.]

[makingmeblush]

[Jean flashes the woman a smile. She knows that it's like to show up and have to wear the togas offered - not all that great.]

If you find the house you've been given, you'll find a closet with your own clothing inside it.

[She hesitates a moment before continuing on.]

Your accent, it's from Eastern Europe, right?

Damien Thorn | The Omen

[antichrist_ceo]

Arrival

Damien Thorn had most certainly been enjoying the night before. Or he would have, had he the chance to finish it out. He was on the verge of turning 21, as well as recently graduating from Yale. Upon which the multinational corporation he had inherited, would very shortly be fully given over to him. Of course it was always his since he was 13. But there was a lot of legal red tape to navigate, one of them being he needed to have a complete education in business, and needed to be the minimum age of 21. Also? His birthday was in a few days. No doubt his followers had a surprise "group" meeting for him planned. Ohh, he liked those. Really.

He'd been dancing at a nightclub, having set his eyes on a few potential partners to go home with, when it happened. When he was no longer there. There was no heat in the room, no strobe lights overhead, no loud music pumping around him, or crowded by people. No, he was alone. And it was silent. And daytime. He realized then as he opened his eyes, that he was also fully bare and without clothes. Where had they gone, he wondered. The dark pants, black silk shirt, the red tie. Armani jacket. Not even his boxers and socks were present! He briefly thought that maybe he had gone home with a person or three, and merely forgot the encounter. No. No, that isn't something that happens to him. For one, he's immune to any drug or alcohol. He doesn't pass out without willing to.

He did, however, find a toga. "Hmm, this will do," he mused, standing up and slipping it in. Hm, not bad, he thought to himself with a smirk, slipping sandals on next, then interrupted by loud bells. As he began to walk out, he noted that this appeared to be a Greek temple, and a statue of one of the goods. "Nice," he spoke aloud to the stone image. "So hey, come here often? Just got here myself." He laughed then, now hearing a loud voice in his thoughts. Just as it was said, he did have a collar on his neck, his own being black leather.

Eros. God of Love and Sexual Desire (which, Damien couldn't lie, wished he had a title like that too). Devotion. "Come on, my existence was becoming the opposite of dreary" Damien started, but the voice still speaking. He listened as the voice went over the guidelines about the collars, and the consequences of death. "Peasants?", Damien spoke to no one in particular as he was wandering outside, "Oh come on, I'm most definitely the opposite of peasant. Huh, then again.. perhaps we are all such, compared to gods. Devotion, just what kind are we supposed to -- oohhh. Right, that kind." And then he no longer heard the voice. he got the meaning and inference, Damien realizing rather quickly what this service entailed. He had fourteen days to find someone to share a bed with, or die. "Well hey, just send me to the downtown strip in Miami and I'll have found a partner in fourteen seconds," he said to himself, amused.

He couldn't believe this. He was on his way to become ruler of the world. Granted, it'd truly began after another ten years, but he was on the path. He was following his father's purpose exactly as Lucifer had ordained for him. And now, he was a slave? Servant to another deity? And the collar, while he might like the gothic style of wear, wasn't a fan of being bound. To anyone.

But it could be worse. He was very much open to the terms of this deal. Except for the dying part. He'd just have to make sure he kept up on wearing out his bed, and he'd be fine. And if he were honest, he had always admired the Greek pantheon. And it could be worse. As potentially dangerous as this deal may be, and also possibly exciting, he thought being in service to this god was better than the one he knew. He sighed, wandering the grounds now, curious to see who, if any else, happened to have been snatched at the same time as him.

Spring Festival

Now this was more his style. He was most certainly not a stranger to parties. In fact, a toga party in college wasn't really unheard of. So, dressed in his own toga, showing off his toned arms and legs, and had been walking around the grounds. He had a drink in hand, red wine, which he downed in one gulp and quickly obtained another. This was turning out to be an interesting event. Just having been here a short time and he was already feeling at home. Mostly.

He was still not amused at being taken away from his life. From his followers. His friends. And he did have an unholy destiny to fulfill. Or was it also divine too? It was prophesied after all. On the other hand, it could be a mixed blessing that he was also far from his enemies' reach too. Whatever, he didn't want to think on that now. Now, he wanted to just enjoy himself while he could. And who knows, if he's fortunate enough, maybe his collar would loosen up a bit after tonight. He helped himself to a bit of food then, taking an apple to snack on as he wandered the beach.

As he leaned by a table, he tossed his apple core into a trash bin, now looking at the fireworks exploding through the sky. "So," he spoke, as he saw a few people within hearing distance, "are there parties like this all the time? Because I must admit, it reminds me a bit of the ones we had at a college fraternity last year."

Peyton Charles | iZombie

[layeredsocks]

Spring Festival

After she got over the initial shock of being here-- which, given what weirdness existed in her life already, didn't take too long-- Peyton was ready to hit the town. Though she couldn't help feeling a little miffed that the one time she got to vacation on a beautiful island was when she was kidnapped by some pervy god. But whatever, she would live. And she would find some way to enjoy the beauty of this place.

She browsed around the stalls, buying one of the juices along the way. The people seemed friendly enough, at least. When it got later she made her way to the beach to hang around the bonfire and sample the island's alcohol.

Network
[Peyton has pulled her hair off her neck for the video and has by now found her clothes. She might have been a sorority girl, but she wasn't that into the Greek scene]

Having sex every two weeks to satisfy some twisted idea of worship I can live with. But a house with no running water? That's downright criminal. Listen, I'm a Seattle girl, so there better be good coffee here or I might have to kill someone.

[exmagician]

[At first Ravi doesn't quite believe that it's her. A cruel trick perhaps or another twist of the sharp knife called fate in his abdomen. So far island-life hasn't exactly given him a warm welcome and as selfish as his desire has been time to time for Peyton, Liv, or really anyone else from home he's been quick to stifle it in favor of not wishing it upon them or his worst enemy. The island was better for not having Blaine nearby anyway and he's not entirely sure a livelihood could be promised for the undead here.

Instead of an immediate response, he falls victim to the uncomfortable and awkward silence on his end of the feed long after hitting reply. He wants this to be real,
and not just some aphrodisiac induced fever dream.]

...Peyton?

Clarke Griffin | The 100

[commanderofdeath]

ARRIVAL

Clarke felt like she was dreaming. Or had she died and gone to whatever Afterlife there was? She hadn't made it to space with her friends. She'd died so they could live. Right? So what the hell was this? There were no signs of radiation on her at all, and since she was naked, she could see her whole body. That was weird enough in itself, but she guessed it could be some kind of decontamination thing.

She found the toga and the sandals and looked them over before putting them on. Something was vaguely familiar about all of this. Bellamy was the one who'd been into mythology. He would know what was going on here better than she did. Right now, it still felt like a dream. Or maybe this was the afterlife?

But fuck or die? Which was basically what it boiled down to, given the message...Clarke wasn't so sure any afterlife could be like that. She'd done worse things to survive, she supposed. She put her hand to the collar around her neck, sure enough, it was there. Was she some kind of slave now? This whole thing reminded her a little too much of Mount Weather for her liking.

She wandered out of the temple, looking around in confusion. It was beautiful here. There was no sign that radiation had even hit this place. Everything was lush and green. She had to be dreaming, right?

She was a little unsure of her steps as she walked, trying to find someone who might actually have some idea what was going on.

[jolting]

In his wanderings, Victor liked keeping an eye out for anyone who looked a little lost. Being a veteran of two sex islands gave him a head start and he was more than willing to give the newer people his brand of "bedside manner".

He paused when he saw familiar blonde hair in the crowd. A closer look showed him it was indeed Clarke, though he hadn't seen her in a long time. He let out a sigh. It seemed Eros was bringing back many familiar faces lately.

"Need help finding your way?" he asked her. "I can give you directions."

[imaspy]

Network

This will be useful if it works. [Steve nods his head to some off-camera and flashes them a tight smile. It's not entirely clear if he's got any clothing on from the angle he's holding the device, but his cheeks are slightly flushed. His hair is decidedly flustered.]

I'm Captain Steve Trevor, American Expeditionary Forces. Can anyone hear me? I'd appreciate a better explanation.

[He's pretty certain he's meant to be dead right now. Not enjoying some time away on an island. Also he's got to stop waking up on weird islands.

That are home to Greek Gods.

How exactly is this his life? Death? Again?]

[learntthehardway]

[Diana is just staring at the screen of her device because this certainly wasn't someone she ever expected to see here or anywhere really.

Her eyebrows knit together and she shakes her head and she presses the button to reply. So there she is, still just staring because she doesn't even know what to say or do. But it hurts to look at him and so for a moment she lowers her eyes.]

Steve?