Test Drive #3

[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.

SUMMER SOLSTICE: 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...



MONSOON SEASON: It's raining season on the island, but like anything else here, this is no regular rain...

One moment the sky is blue and the sun warm, and one second later, dark grey clouds spill their content on the island residents. Sometimes it comes down as a light mist, and other times in such a manner that anyone running underneath is from head to toe in seconds. Sometimes, thunder rages on, and hail comes down from the sky instead of rain.

Spaces to hide oneself are sparse, and you may have to share your protected corner with someone else...



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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Jean Moreau | All for the Game

[seredresser]

Summer Solstice

This place has been difficult for Jean to easily adjust to. In truth, the things required to survive here are much less horrible than what he had been through in the Nest at Riko's hands. But, there is a struggle to connect, to talk to anyone. Jean's not used to doing anything without a partner, the Ravens had always done things in pairs and he's very much alone -- or feels alone in this place.

Quietly, he eats and keeps mostly to himself as he watches the fire breathing show. It is breath-taking for sure but he starts to feel suffocate by all the strangers surrounding him -- or maybe that's just his collar. He moves to sit on one of the blankets as the fireworks show starts, leaning back onto his elbows as he watches them.

He'd stay there even after to study the stars.

Network

Hello. My name is Jean. I must admit that this situation is new to me and... well, I need some assistance. If there is anyone else needing assistance with the collars...

Wildcard

[ Open to anything else you might be interested in! Hit me up! ]

network

[jolting]

You just got here and already you need help with your collar? That's got to be a new record.

network

[antichrist_ceo]

Hmm, that soon? Oh my. I'm jesting, of course, I had some assistance when I first came here too.. though technically it was also my birthday. So, you know. Celebrations were necessary. So much fun.

One could wait a few days or maybe a week, but I like to keep my collar comfortable. So it's usually at least once a day for me. I'm Damien, by the way. Been here a month so far.

Augustin "Gus" Elizalde | The Strain || Arrival

[dontworkforfools]

"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?"

[commanderofdeath]

Clarke was just walking down the road, when she heard the voice. She turned to face him. He was new. She was sure she'd looked the same, not that long ago. Wanda had been nice enough to help her. Clarke figured it was a good idea to pay it forward.

"I know a little." She said. She hadn't been there all that long herself. "First you probably want to put on some real clothes." She suggested, and pointed in the direction of the houses. "I can take you, if you want." She added.

She would never understand why some God thought it was a good idea to just drop people here and have them fending for themselves like this. Clarke was used to it, but not everyone was.

"I'm Clarke."

[layeredsocks]

Sadly no, Gus, Peyton didn't know much more on what the hell was going on. Still, he asked and she would try to give her best guess. "Someone's poorly-conceived recreation of a scene from Animal House?"

Mystique | X-Men Original Trilogy

[scalesandsecrets]

Arrival

A bare figure lies still on the floor, scaly blue skin contrasting sharply with the marble beneath her. For a long moment she's completely still, but then yellow eyes snap open abruptly and narrow, sharklike as they take in her surroundings, watching and listening to see if she was being observed.

Satisfied that she wasn't, the blue woman rose to her feet with an almost inhuman fluidity, looking around to try and work out where she is. The sudden booming voice had her dropping into a combat stance, her lithe blue body paused whipchord tight waiting for an attack, only to relax as she realised one would not come.

The voice explained a lot and nothing at the same time. Questions filled her mind but this was not the time or place for them, better to make her exit now before anyone came to investigate the commotion. Striding for the exit, the blue woman headed out to explore, the toga and sandals left untouched on the floor behind her.

Summer Solstice

Bare feet carry her down to the beach, a combination of her powers and decades of experience letting her remain unobserved in the shadows. Dimmed yellow orbs swept over the beach, taking in every interaction, memorising faces, trying to gauge relationships, anything to work out what was going on here.

The figure in the shadows rippled, and a moment later a very attractive blonde in similar beachwear walked down towards the waterline, toeing her now sandled foot idly through the waterline once she got there, walking casually along the waterfront, watching and listening to the assembled people without appearing to.

Network

Excuse me, I've just arrived here, can someone tell me what's going on?" The question comes from the same blonde woman as who had earlier been on the beach, who promptly fumbles with the communicator, showing how unfamiliar she is with it, almost dropping the thing before she manages to steady it. Looking apologetic, she steadies it, her light and airy voice tinged with just enoughworry.

"I've just arrived, and got that bizarre message about a god and there's this collar thing that won't come off. Can anyone help?"

Wildcard

There's a really very stunning blonde woman wandering around, looking deliberately a little lost, why not go talk to her?

[banditings]

Perhaps, this isn't the best place for Emori to have gone but it's where most people had started to migrate to. Emori's not in beach ware, she's in her typical worn pants and shirt. Her deformed hand still wrapped up to hide it. She isn't sure what people here think about people with deformities, bloodline stains such as hers. Her face is tattooed and a scar across the opposite cheek.

She looks out of place as she walks along the beach but that's not a new feeling for her. There's a woman near the water, perfectly in beachwear and that doesn't particularly make Emori feel any more like she belongs there and she exhales a bit too loudly.

Claire Bennet | Heroes | Arrival

[evogirl]

One minute she'd been in Central Park jumping from a Ferris Wheel on live televison, and then she was waking up in a temple of some kind? The voice boomed in her head while she scrambled to find clothes. Why was she naked? She was not supposed to be naked. She located the toga and as she was putting it on, she realized she was wearing some kind of collar?

Was this some kind of hallucination? Powered people could do that sometimes, right? But who? And why? This made absolutely no sense. Claire had to try to calm her breathing while she processed everything that was happening around her.

She slipped on the sandals, wondering if this was some kind of joke. She blinked a few times too, hoping she would wake up from whatever this was. But each time she opened her eyes, she was still looking at the same thing. She decided she couldn't stay in the temple indefinitely, and without a word, she headed out of the temple and into the unknown.

Camille Belcourt | Shadowhunter Chronicles

[deadflower]

SUMMER SOLSTICE

Night had been really all Camille had known for what seemed like ever. She hadn't been able to walk in the light for so long that she had forgotten what it felt like to have the sun kiss her skin in any way. It had been disconcerting to find that she was able to walk in the sun with only minimal discomfort. She had been elated for a few brief moments and then she had discovered other differences in herself and then, she had been mad.

She hadn't been able to compel anyone to tell her what had happened to her. Hadn't been able to find anyone to explain where all her strength had gone or her ability to change. It was gone just as quickly as she'd been able to step out into the sun.

She stuck to old habits though and hid any in her shack, because she wasn't about to call it a house, until the sun had set. It had given her time to prepare, to change her clothing into her something more suitable and elegant. A lace black off the shoulder knee length dress, matching heels and jewelry. Her blonde hair was styled in an elegant chignon and her makeup was impeccable.

She looked very much the part of Vampire Queen.

So there she was at the Summer Solstice, a drink in her hand as she watched the dancers spinning around the bonfire. "They remind me of Gypsies," she murmured to herself, not caring if anyone heard her.

[hedon]

"Similar, but... They lack the opposition and the charm." Gypsies were known for so much more than slavery to the whims of false gods. While Magnus had no problem truly enjoying his time on the island, his heart craved for something different. A familiarity that wasn't here. Alec still hadn't surfaced, despite his coveting that even he knew was selfish. So, he was forced to make due in a sort of rote way that wasn't difficult or foreign to him, just dull.

"At least someone seems to be enjoying themselves. I take it you're new." It's not hard to spot, there's a fresh eyed look among the new arrivals. Some take it for a challenge, those daring few that aren't rattled by terror. She seems to have a stronger threshold than most. It's admirable.

William "Penny" Adiyodi | the Magicians...

[hearingvoices]

SUMMER SOLSTICE

Penny got used to this place quickly. It wasn't the first fucked up world he's been too and it probably wouldn't be the last. His abilities appeared to be dampened here which he wasn't that pissed about. For once he had to focus in order to read minds instead of hearing them constantly inside of his head. Hopefully that's the last time he has to hear Taylor Swift.

The bone fire is nice though it reminds him of other things that he'd rather not think about.

He paces around the area before finding a place to sit, by himself, and watch the water curl along the beach. He's wearing a vest that's opened and showing off is chest and a pair of loose paints.

Penny definitely has an air of 'fuck off'.

NETWORK; VIDEO

So what the fuck is up with this place? As a heads up. None of you are getting any dick-pics.

Network

[glimpsing]

Aww now I might cry. I was wanting to add to my collection. [Sarcasm.] We're on porn island. That should tell you a lot right there.

Claudia Donovan | Warehouse 13 + Amat CRAU

[glimpsing]

Exploring

Exploring and gathering information. That's what Claudia had been doing a lot of since she'd arrived on this freakin island. She really couldn't believe that she was stuck on Sex Island 2.0. Couldn't the Gods have come up with a new theme? Like being pampered would have been amazing, but nooo. It had to be crazy sex porn island.

Taking a break from her activities, Claudia found herself wandering around the marketplace. She might have been sulking a bit too. Because no electricity, only crappy devices. No running water. She didn't even know who the hell was there who she might know. She was afraid to even look at the device and find out who was and wasn't there. She wasn't even sure she could survive porn island without everyone she had loved on the other island.

Sighing she leaned against a stall and began flipping through the island's network.

"Nope, don't know them... Don't know them... Oh hey!... Oh, nope, don't know them..."


Network

You know what's NOT funny? Being sucked onto sucktastic Porn Island version kiss my ass 1.5. [Someone's obviously not happy about being stuck on this island.]

Anyways, so I'm stuck here... And so are all of you. Pleeeeeeease tell me there's something to do here. Something more than sitting at a bar and getting shitfaced because that's gonna get old really fast.

Network

[justice_4all]

[Well, well, well, look at what the cupid god brought in. Oliver can't help himself and grins widely at Claudia.]

If you want to get shitfaced, I can at least provide good company.

Peyton Charles | iZombie

[layeredsocks]

Summer Solstice

Peyton hadn't attended a bonfire-type party in ages, but when on sex island, right? She had already found her way to the house assigned to her and dressed in something a little more her style before arriving. She mostly hung near the food and drinks, though she did try to mingle a bit and learn more about her fellow islanders.

She wasn't too excited about what the collars meant, but hopefully she had some time.

Monsoon Season

One would think Peyton would be used to rain, living in a place like Seattle. But not when it came out of nowhere in a downpour and soaked her when she was halfway home. There wasn't even a bus she could catch to take her the rest of the way. No, she would have to walk in wet clothes. Any other place, she'd just dismiss this as inconvenient. But on this island, she couldn't take anything that lightly.

Kaywinnet Lee Frye | Firefly

[causeimpretty]

ARRIVAL

This was the first time that Kaylee has been on a world like this one. Her lips twisted into an unconvinced expression at the toga and communication device that she had woken up next too. It wasn't ideal but she's been in tighter situations before. It came with being a smuggler. Maybe it wasn't exactly like this but she wasn't going to be able to do anything sitting on her bum like this.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the collar circling her neck. Step one, put on the toga. Step two, see if there was anyone she knew here. Maybe she'd get lucky and Simon would be here? Though she wondered if the doctor could loosen up enough to be on a world like this.

A soft huff pressed from Kaylee's lips as she took a look around. The first thing she noticed was that there was very limited technology and no electricity. This fact alone made her heart sink uncomfortably in her chest. "This is horrible." It seems that she had somehow traded anything mechanical for sex.

Why couldn't she just have both?

NETWORK

[Kaylee is sporting her green jumpsuit and flower top when she flicks on the screen of the device. If she's going to get answers she's going to have to ask for them.]

Hello. There don't seem to be anything here that needs fixin' [She's trying to keep her voice chipper though the lack of machines and spaceships is upsetting.]

What's a girl to do for work?

Network

[companioning]

[Inara had idly been scrolling through her device, not really paying attention as she waited for her tea to seep but then she froze because she knew that voice.

Her attention snaps up and she's leaning over her device, her heart pounding in her chest.]

Kaylee... [The name is breathed out softly and then she's lifting up her device to see better.]

Mèimei, where are you?

Darling | Baby Driver

[marriedagain]

[ Arrival ]

[ Like so many others, Darling wakes up in a naked heap on the temple floor. She pushes herself up, feeling woozy and disoriented, but once she gets her bearings she starts to feel outright pissed. Looking around for her captor with little care for her state of undress, Darling starts shouting in Spanish, demanding to know who it is who brought her there and where they are now, but just as she finishes ranting and demanding, Eros begins to speak. She quiets down to listen carefully but stares at the statue with nothing but hatred in her eyes. As he finishes she moves to clothe herself with a red piece of cloth trimmed in gold. The look in her eyes warns anyone around her that her bite is worse than her bark.

And then someone bumps into her. ]

Watch where the fuck you are going.

[ She snips at the person, pulling her hair away from her face. ]


[ Summer Solstice ]

[ Darling has mellowed out quite a bit since she arrived. Buddy isn’t here, which makes this a less than ideal situation, but she has her clothes and that beats a toga. Now she’s wearing tight jeans and a fluffy red sweater that shows off her midriff.

She doesn’t hesitate when a dancer pulls her to join them and she begins to dance seductively to the music, swaying and twisting her body to the music in a way that can best be described as hypnotic. Nobody can say that Darling doesn’t have sexy down pat. ]


[ Network ]

[ Decked out in a skimpy black nightie, Darling appears on the screen. She’s sucking on a lollipop and pulls it out of her mouth to speak. ]

So, where does a girl go for a drink around here?

[ Introductions are overrated anyway, aren’t they? ]

[Network]

[darknstormy]

[ They didn't part on bad terms but the same couldn't be said about her and his brother. The lollipop was new but not worth mentioning. ]

Depends on the drink she's lookin' for.

[ Seth stared expectantly, not realizing for a second that this might not be Santánico. He wasn't one for introductions but there wasn't one needed in his mind. However, she'd probably say something about seeing him here. And the silver chain around his neck. ]

Xena | Xena: WP

[warrior_xena]

Arrival

Xena had a very eventful night, the majority of the day having been a real adventure. Taking a rare medicine poultice to a town healer. Rescuing a woman from a very bad former lover. And of course, then there was dealing with a bandit group that was extorting a village under threat of burning it down, many had fallen to her sword, including their chief... after which the rest had fled as the true cowards they were. There had been a couple close calls, but luckily her partner Gabrielle had been there to help out.

She had no sooner made camp for herself and her mate, tying the horse to trees close by, and laid down to rest. A few seconds later, it was morning. What, morning?! And in what seemed to be a temple. As she sat up, blinking her eyes as she awoke, she was also naked. She was fully bare except for a leather band around her neck. All that was near her were toga, sandals.. but weapons? Where was her sword, the daggers? Ohhh. There was at least her chakram, or "round killing thing" as Gabrielle had called it once. As she slipped the familiar toga and slipped on the sandals, she looked around. Yes, this was very much a Greek temple. She had seen many such as this.

And that statue. Who was it? She tried to remember, it didn't seem like any she had seen in recent years- oh, now bells were ringing and a voice was coming from it. A voice identifying himself as Eros, son of Aphrodite. But that was odd to Xena, the god she knew usually referred to himself as Cupid.. whose forthcoming words were sounding less and less like the god she knew. In fact, the more the voice spoke of her predicament, including what she was required to do to live, the angrier she felt. Anger which was only evident in her steely gaze and tenseness of her body.

To live, she had to do what? Not that she was against it under normal circumstances. She just hadn't had time lately with the saving people and redeeming her past thing she had going on, and of course there was already someone that she felt very close to. But if it would prevent her death, then of course she would do what was needed to keep it. She was one who knew very well that sometimes you had to do whatever had to be done in order to preserve life. "I can't believe this," she said, loudly for anyone to hear the anger in frustration, as she left the temple, her map in one hand. And the chakram in another. Oh please, she thought, let there be a bandit or warlord to take down. Please.


Network

What is this device? Seems really magical. To be able to talk to anyone from great distances.. interesting. Okay, so I think I have this weird thing figured out. Mostly.

My name is Xena. And I'll probably need some help with this collar. But not right now. I can still go a few more days. But has anyone seen a young woman? A bard? She has short yellow hair and answers to the name Gabrielle.


Summer Solstice

Xena is wearing a nice blue tunic, something she was comfortable with back in her time. She had come to this event tonight to see what it was about, and also maybe to socialize a bit, get to know some of the others who were trapped here. That seemed like a good plan to her. She hadn't often been in the habit of sleeping with strangers; maybe a few times in her past, but not often. So perhaps it would be more comfortable for her to get to know some people beforehand.

The fire eaters and dancers were interesting to watch. And the food! She had seen some familiar to her, some fruit and meat helpings. While others, well, she hadn't seen food such as that before, so she opted to try some. So, with plate in hand, and a drink of wine, she had now made her way toward the bonfire where she had seen a few other people gathering at.

summer solstice

[soldier_blade]

There were good and bad days, Sonya was starting to realize that, however less as awareness and more instinct. In her gut she knew this wasn't going to be a good day, but instead of playing it safe and remaining in her house-where atleast she'd get some peace-she was by the bonfire, constantly looking around to make sure no one pulled a trick grab at her.

Her usual clothing was replaced with a short, green and silver tunic (one of the few nice items she afforded herself) and pair of shorts-just dressy enough to blend in. She couldn't bring herself to eat anything as she watched the dancers, and the drink in her hands was only something to keep them from shaking.

Antiope | DC Extended Universe

[themyscirasgeneral]

Arrival

"Eros! Where is my armor!" Antiope bellowed as soon as the voice was finished. "Where are my weapons? Return them to me!" She stood naked and unbothered by that fact, her toga clenched in one hand. Around her throat, she could feel a band of leather - the 'collar' that Eros had referred to. The fact that the arrogant godling though he could collar her like an errant dog infuriated her - she and her sister led an uprising against the men of Greece for just this reason. She would not let any man attempt to control her again.

Her fist strangling the thin material, Antiope stood waiting for a response that didn't come. With that lack of response, her anger simmered down until she was ready to look around at the place where Eros had dropped both her and a group of other people. If there was a threat, she would face it - if there was anyone familiar, she would find them.

Network (video)

[A woman's face flickers into view, with a hint of a frown.]

They tell me that I may use this to speak to people who are not with me. To ask questions. I would ask that if there is a blacksmith on the island, or if someone knows of one, that they would contact me. I have a commission for her - for them.

[After two and a half thousand years, it's not easy for Antiope to stop thinking of female as default.,]


Solstice

Antiope has - grudgingly - come to accept living on the island for now. She's even made half an effort to dress for the occasion, in a clean linen tunic with only one dagger at her side.

The music is both strange and familiar. Antiope has no skill with an instrument herself - her passion has always been for combat - but she can appreciate the sound. It is the same with the food - some familiar, some strange, and all worth trying.

She steps absently over the legs of a couple who have rolled off their blanket into her path, and strides towards the fire breathers. She is fascinated by the skill, and wonders if there is a way it could be used in combat.

NETWORK

[learntthehardway]

[Diana's walking to the museum, flipping through the networks posts when she spots one that has her almost tripping. She stops, her mouth dropping open as she stares at a face she hadn't ever dreamed she would see again.

Her mouth opens, and her eyebrows furrow and she looks around, trying to figure out if Eros was playing a joke on her. But, no. That... He wasn't even that cruel.

She steps off the main path and fumbles to hit the reply button.]

Antiope. Where are you? How long have you been here?

Dastan | Prince of Persia movie

[hides_thedagger]

ARRIVAL

Dastan wakes up on the floor of the temple with startled cry. Feverishly, he looks down at his stomach, a hand coming up to press against a wound that isn't there anymore. The Prince still feels the soreness within, and there is caked blood on his skin, but no injuries, nor scar to prove that he had been stabbed in the first place. It is only then that Dastan notices his surrounding, and his frown deepens: he is a long way from Persia, that much is certain just from the decor surrounding him.

He grabs the toga folded by his side and quickly wraps it around his wist, not caring much if others waking up around him see his naked backside. Securing the piece of cloth with the cord that came with it, he slips in it an old, yet beautiful dagger.

The talking statue comes as a surprise to the Prince, but he listens with a scowl, arms crossed over his chest. Once the doors of the temple finally opens, he walks toward the exit, not without spatting at the marble Eros' feet:

"Greeks."

There has never been much love between the Persians and the Greeks, but this is an outright act of war. Barely covered by the toga, and still caked with his blown, Dastan walks out of the Temple, with the firm intent to find a way out of this place.

"Do tell me, where might I find the port?" he asks the first person he crosses path with.


MONSOON SEASON

Dastan has been on the island for a few days now. He's found his armor and desert clothing in his house, but more importantly, his twin scimitars. While none of the Natives of the island have shown any interest in him, there is no reason the Prince might trust an island that is seemingly part of the Greek Empire, no matter what others may say. And so he sets out to explore the island, armed at all times.

It's certainly not the first time he's seen rain in his life, but for desert people, rain is seen as a blessing from the gods, so rare it is. Even here, it feels like such a thing for the Persian, and while the gentle summer shower send most people running to find cover, Dastan stops his walking, and turns his head to the sky, welcoming the warm water over his face, a small smile on his lips.


WILDCARD

[Dastan can be found exploring the island, or buying pomegranate at the market. It's also very possible that he's climb up a building or a statue here or there, in order to get a better view of the island.]

ARRIVAL

[la_diosa]

Her own awakening was only a short time ago, although Kisa was already dressed. She had not moved too far from the temple, as if pondering the state that she has found herself in. Daylight. To be able to put one's skin within the sun, and not start to feel the effects of it at work. Kisa still wasn't certain that there was some ploy behind it, something to lure her in to false sense. She felt sluggish as it were, as it something truly was not quite right.

The toga had been worn, given the lack of her own attire, and it did remind her of a millennium ago, when she had just been Kisa, a young and innocent girl. She might be Kisa again, having shed the other moniker just like a snake shedded its skin, but she could never go back to that person. She had come to understand that, had started to find her own place in the world, although it was still a learning process, day by day, even for one as old as she.

She lingered within the shade, eyes intent, focused, alert, trying to draw information from where she was even as she planned her next move. The question did have her turn her head towards him, and for all intensive purposes, she seemed bored by it, perhaps annoyed. Some masks were easier to shed than others. Still, she gave a disinterested roll of her shoulders. "Near water, no doubt."

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) | Game of Thrones

[littlexfinger]

Summer solstice

Petyr is not necessarily the social butterfly sort; he doesn't attend parties or social gatherings because he enjoys them but rather because of how useful they can be. Useful in terms of contacts, of course, but also because by paying attention to what's going on around him, he can learn so much more about his fellow attendees than they expect him to.

Some fight with swords. He fights with well-placed information. He has no other choice.

So he's here for two reasons, as usual, although he can't deny that if what he's heard about this place is true, then he'll need to meet people, and this gathering is the place to do that. He'll just also be making assessments of everyone he sees, and storing away potentially-useful information at the same time.

He stands at the edge of the light thrown out by one of the bonfires, between the people grouped around the fires and those wandering around the tables of food, in the way of neither group. In his hand is a glass of red wine, which he sips at slowly while looking out over the crowd, as if deciding whom he'd rather approach first.

Re: Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) | Game of Thrones

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa hadn't realized he was here until just now and she waits along the edge of the party, unsure if she should approach him or not. She hasn't seen Lord Baelish since the Eyrie and it feels like a thousand years have passed since she was a maiden making snow castles in a garden and the woman she is here on this island. She's had her maidenhood taken, certainly, and there is no marriage in her immediate future.

Still, she takes a glass of wine and downs it quickly before crossing over to see him, head held high and proud. She cannot be ashamed of what she's had to do to survive, even if she feels very much like a whore in a brothel and not the highborn maiden destined for a political match that Lord Baelish once had in his keeping.

"When did you get here?" Sansa asks. Her voice is soft but not intimately so. She has learned not to speak so loudly anymore so that others might not overhear her. There are little birds everywhere.

Anastasia/The Red Queen | Once Upon a Time: In Wonderland.

[gameboards]

ARRIVAL

[ Anastasia wasn't fond of bells, that much was for certain, and she wanted to do a fair lot more than just grumble when she'd heard them ringing. Really, bells were only for such things as executions, and given that the only person allowed to order them was her they weren't very likely. Well, now they might be when she found whatever idiot that was that happened to ring them. But for now she sat up in a room that most certainly wasn't one that she'd ever slept in. After all, she was the Red Queen and her room and entire castle was suitably colored. This. All this white was entirely unacceptable.

As was the only choice of attire. Picking up the white toga with a distinct look of disdain upon her face, Ana tried to wave her hand across the fabric, making it something that was more suited for her both in style and color. Frowning deeply, she tried harder to change the fabric, and found that it didn't work. The toga stubbornly refused to turn red despite her throwing all of her might at it.]

You've got to be bloody kidding. [The words came in an angry but posh sounding british accent, and her eyes narrowed as she pulled it over her head. But pulling it over her head made her aware of the elaborate diamond and ruby collar that was wrapped around her neck. It was a necklace from home, but it certainly wasn't something that she would have ever managed to fall asleep in. No, this collar was far too heavy for that. Angrily, she pulled at it the entire time that Eros had been speaking, and when he was done, she just looked around with a mutter:]

How in the bloody hell did this happen?

NETWORK
[Anastasia appears on the network with her hair still down and loose because she's discovered how ruddy hard it is to do her hair without the assistance of either Tweedles or magic. Really, the loss of her magic is far more important than the loss of her Tweedles because one can always find another servant, but finding magic is an entirely different story. Her bearing is still that of a queen, however, as she addresses the network, the haughty lift of her chin showing off that diamond and ruby collar of hers.]

So tell me, darlings. How does one go about getting something like their magic back here?

network!

[royalpassport]

[ No no no no no no no he does not need to see one of the royals from that accursed land here. Though the Red Queen doesn't hold a candle to the Queen of Hearts when it comes to cruelty and viciousness, she's still terrifying in her own way.

After all, there had been a time when she was his queen, as well, after the Queen of Hearts set him free from her dungeon, either out of boredom or a brief moment of mercy.

...

Probably boredom.

Anyway, he seems to be emboldened by the facts that he's not her subject anymore, and that he's no longer completely mad, and that she's without magic here. Which is the only reason he chooses to respond, with video no less. ]

By begging for it.

Pietro Maximoff | MCU

[never_seemecoming]

Arrival

It's an abrupt return to consciousness – although it's strange, he doesn't remember falling asleep in the first place, or hitting his head – and the cold stone beneath him definitely isn't right. It takes him a moment to realize that there's a voice speaking, though at first he can't make sense of what it's telling him. Devotion? What has whoever this is done to earn his devotion?

He sits up slowly, expecting a headache that blessedly never comes. This is a completely unfamiliar place, and the most that he can make of it right now is that he's definitely not in Sokovia anymore. He'd give anything to see someone he knows here, but especially Wanda. She's been so close nearby for his entire life, and not to have her here now feels like part of him is missing.

Although at the moment, he's glad she's not seeing him like this. They're not children anymore, sharing a bath. At least there's something nearby. He can attempt to do something with it, although he has no idea how to wear or fasten a toga, so he'll just end up wrapping it around his waist and pinning it there.

He speaks to no one in particular, and anyone within earshot at the same time, an Eastern European hint to his words. "He kidnaps us and he expects our devotion?"

Monsoon season

He'd just been out for a walk, discovering the boundaries of his new home, when he found himself in need of an umbrella. Not that an umbrella would actually do much good in this deluge. He hurries into the nearest doorway – it doesn't escape his attention that it might be faster than the average human could have done it, but he's not nearly as fast as he's used to being – and removes his shirt to attempt to wring the water out of it. Not that that does much good either, as wet as it is.

It's not until he's put his shirt back on that he realizes he's not alone in the doorway. Well. At least he hadn't tried to wring out his pants.

"Does it always rain like this? Five minutes ago there wasn't a cloud in the sky."

Wildcard

Or come up with your own option!

Arrival

[scepterschild]

Wanda took great lengths to avoid the temple since Rumlow's arrival. She didn't want to run into someone else she knew who didn't remember her. An island filled with Avengers and the only person who knew her was Thor, who was often busy or elsewhere. It was lonely and, not for the first time, Wanda felt lost.

Thin fingers dug into her head as a chill ran up her spine. She didn't know what the feeling was at first but it was insistent like a cold wind blowing against the back of her neck. "Pietro" She whispered his name, suddenly sitting up straighter. They had always been connected, she had felt him ever since they got their powers. Eros, for all his faults, hadn't taken that ability away from her.

She didn't even tell her boss that she was leaving, she turned and ran towards the temple, moving as fast as her feet would take her. "He's here." Wanda couldn't think about the fact that the island was fueled by sex. All that mattered was that she could see her brother again.

When she reached the temple she was panting softly. Her palm rested against the wall of the entrance way as she meet Pietro's gaze. Unlike him, she was dressed in her regular clothes, a dress and combat boots combination that she'd have worn at home. Wanda swallowed as her throat dried, trying to figure out what to say to her long lost brother. She wanted to cry, scream, laugh and shout, but more than all of that she wanted to believe that her brother was alive.

She didn't have to say anything for him to know what was on her mind.

Sandor Clegane | Game of Thrones

[myf_ckingluck]

SUMMER SOLSTICE
Fire. Why did it always have to be fucking fire?

It was the same question that Sandor Clegane asked himself time and time again whenever these kind of celebrations were put on for people. What was wrong with just having a feast in a hall with no huge bonfires? Or better yet, not having a party at all and just letting people drink in peace?

Standing far back from the rest of the people, he fixed a glare on his face when he wasn't sipping at his drink and hoped that was enough to keep most everyone away from him. If the scowl didn't, the scars on the side of his face surely would. Then maybe whoever brought him here would realize they made a mistake in doing so and just send him back. It wasn't like anyone was going to want to touch him.

He was still thinking it over when suddenly someone popped up in front of him and reached to grab his arm like they were going to pull him towards the dancing. That was enough to make him snarl as he pulled his arm back. "I am not going anywhere near the fire and I'm not going to fucking dance around it either. So fuck off!"

There, that had to be enough to get people to leave him alone, right?


MONSOON SEASON
Sandor was in the middle of making his way home when suddenly the sky changed above him and the rain started coming down. If he were a lesser man, he might have even yelped about it but he wasn't. Instead, he made a face, cursed a little and ducked his head while looking for shelter.

Sure, he could have just muscled on but the rain was coming down hard enough that it was almost impossible to see. Especially when it was making his hair go into his eyes, mixing with the rain and blinding him further.

Swearing, he ducked sideways into a spot between two buildings where there was enough of an overhang that he could find some relief from the rain. Pressing his hulking frame against the wall, he pushed the wet hair from his face and glared out at the road. Okay, the rain was better than fire but just barely at the moment. Seriously, why did this place like to fuck with him?


WILDCARD
[ Choose your own adventure with The Hound ]

Re: Sandor Clegane | Game of Thrones

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has been trying to get out of the rain herself and she ducks into a little alcove to keep her dress from sticking completely to her skin, unaware that someone else is already in the alcove until she's pressed up against a warm, solid body. Oh. Oh no.

Sansa pushes her wet hair back from her face and peers up at him, sees a face she recognizes. "I'm sorry, ser, I didn't realize you were there. I was trying to get out of the rain."

Vex'ahlia // Critical Role

[vexahlia]

A. SUMMER SOLSTICE

Trinket would love this.

It was a glum thought that darted through her mind as Vex'ahlia watched the people dancing around the bonfire. Yes, she would have to probably convince a few people not to be freaked out by a large bear hanging out in the crowd but she was sure they would see he was a lovely little thing that only hurt people if she wanted them to. Except he wasn't there to keep her company and the constant memory made her heart ache. It was as bad as not having her brother or the rest of Vox Machina nearby. (At least as far as she knew.)

After a bit, she turned away from the bonfire to make her way down to the beach. Finding a blanket near the water, she tucked some hair back before dropping down and wrapping her arms around her knees. Yes, she was pouting at the moment and she knew it but she figured she could allow herself to do so for a moment. Then she would snap herself out of it and try to figure out what to do next. She needed to survive, after all.


B. NETWORK

[ Vex'ahlia flashes a charming smile when she appears on the network. She still isn't quite sure how these device things work, so she hopes that she has the setting right but she isn't really concerned about it. Right now she has another thought on her mind. ]

Hello, darlings. Can someone answer a question for me? What happens if you try to take one of these oh so lovely collars off?



C. WILDCARD

[ Choose your own adventure. ]

GOSH I LOVE DYING AND BEING DEAD I mean, A.

[pepperbox]

Typically, Percy tried to avoid the island social gatherings, as he'd learned they never came without a hidden price--food and drink spiked with aphrodisiac among the more common occurrences. It was pure chance, a moment's pique at his lack of proper tools and resources to make adjustments and repairs to Diplomacy that saw him leaving his home for an evening.

It was even slimmer chance that he saw her on the beach at all--a solitary, lonely form, separated from the crowd, gazing out at the dark ocean. His woefully human eyes couldn't make out the slender points of her ears from the distance, but he did catch the flash of blue feathers tucked behind them. The brief glance was enough to make him glance again, and then move closer, and the to jog quickly across the sand and call out.

"Vex?"

Severus Snape | Harry Potter | Arrival

[fadingdarkness]

Severus woke suddenly and completely. Immediately alert. Taking stock of his senses, immediately identifying his lack of clothing and his alien surroundings. He'd been taken without his knowing. That truly rankled him. Who dared? And why?

Dark, inky eyes opned and he rose up nto a seated position. As one long fingered hand rose up to inspect the collar about his neck his eyes looked around, taking everything in. As a double agent capable of fooling a madman, Severus had such actions ingrained in him. Supressing anger and panic, stuffing them away as useless emotions. This situation called for niether.

Seeing no one else he unfolded the cloth, making a face upon discovering what it was. Of all the ridiculous things...

He startled at the voice in his mind. That should not be! His mental shields were impervious to even the Dark Lord, unless Severus himself let him in. And yet a strange voice spoke within, claiming godhood. Well, it certainly explained the clothing.

Lips pressed into a thin line, Severus dressed the best he could as the voice prattled on in his arrogance. This person certainly had godly arrogance. Worse so than James Potter, and likely his son as well. Not that Severus had yet to meet the boy beyond that fateful night best left in the darkest depths of Severus' mind locked away.

The toga was secured tot he best of Severus' limited ability, sandals on his feet and the arrogant speeh over. Severus felt naked and exposed. Figuring that was the intention of this God, to strip them of their social armor and put them on display. Severus did not like this nor did he approved. Too used to his many layres which only left his head and hands exposed.

Well, it was no use to glower at an empty room as if it would suddenly supply better clothing. So he moved to leave. Time to find a more sane answer to this place.

[companioning]

Inara had just spent a good deal of the morning out in the forest looking for fresh herbs. It wasn't a task she truly liked but she had yet to find anyone who would be willing to do it for her. Though, there was Kaylee, she was sure the younger woman would have gladly gone out had Inara asked, but Inara didn't want to take advantage of her friend.

She was humming softly under her breath, basket swinging in her hand as she walked down the pathway that would bring her by Eros' temple. Normally she tried to steer clear of the temple, but she didn't feel like taking the long way around. There were enough reminders of Eros throughout the island, she didn't normally need to see his temple.

She slowed down a little though when she saw someone stalking out of it. Her eyebrows drew together and seeing the toga, she shook her head. Another new person. She signed and picked up her pace a bit so she would be able to intercept them. "Hello," she greeted him with a friendly smile as she approached him. "Did you need some help?"

steve rogers | mcu

[bearstheshield]

Monsoon Season:

Steve has been trying to make his way to the housing he's been assigned for the better part of an hour now but the rain is heavy enough to impede his progress so that he's relegated to ducking into alcoves and under eaves when it gets too much to endure and he ventures back out when it breaks for a moment or two.

He's still in his toga from the temple and Old Glory doesn't look so fine when it's plastered to rain-soaked skin. Water is dripping from his eyelashes when he dips into the next alcove to wait out a cloudburst but this time, unlike the last few, he's not alone.

"Sorry, I didn't realize this one was already occupied."

***

NETWORK:

Does anyone have a better way of tying these togas? I'm not doing so great with mine.

Network

[scepterschild]

If you go to your given home there are clothes you'd normally where there.