Test Drive #1

[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. Perhaps your character is curious and leaves the temple or maybe they activate their device (accidentally or on purpose).

TOGA PARTY: Eros thinks that a party is what's needed to welcome everyone! This event is held on the beach in the Second District and everyone is welcome! Just be sure to wear your toga (HAHA)! There are large silk tents that are filled with pillows for characters to lounge on. There's food (think Greek) and lots to drink! Eros wants everyone to have fun and get to know each other! So eat, drink and mingle!!

NETWORK:Everyone is provided with a communication device that gives them access to an island-wide network. These can be used for so many things! Send pictures of the drunk guy at the bar, your boobs or whatever you want!!

WILDCARD: There are forests, mountains, marketplaces, all sorts of places to go and explore on the island. Ideas for settings can be found on the locations pages!



**TDM threads can be used as your sample in your application! It can also be considered in game canon if it is agreed on by all characters involved in said threads.

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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Ganymede | mythology| 1 or 2

[the_cupbearer]

Well, strangely enough, it is not the first time Ganymede has woken up from a blackout naked and in a strange location, not even the first time that's been accompanied by something around his neck; unfortunately for him the other times were usually found out to be a belt or a rope, not something metal with no apparent clasp. As uncomfortable as it is, he manages the toga with all its drapes and folds easily, holding his head high though the trappings and the temple have already made him very...wary.

There will be a breathtakingly beautiful young man wandering the party, and while this is a great deal like someplace he used to call home, being transported back there (or to somewhere designed to look like it, if nothing else) without his knowledge doesn't sit well.

Re: Ganymede | mythology| 1 or 2

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa, too, is draped in a toga with nothing else but slippers and a collar of silver and sapphire around her neck. She's never been in a situation quite like this before; the toga is very brief and she feels for all the world like a whore in a brothel. Still, she has to venture out and find out where she is and, more importantly, how she can get out and that requires being just a little bit brave.

"Did you just arrive too?" she asks, voice pitched low. She doesn't know the man before her but his face is fair and she's going to have to talk to someone. It might as well be this man.

Natasha Romanoff |MCU

[morethanthis]

[Arrival]

The first thing that Natasha felt was the cold.

Natasha went from REM sleep to instant wakefullness, although one couldn't tell from looking at her. Her years as spy taught her not to give anything away, doing so could be a quick way to end your life. She took in the details of the room, clearly not recognizing the room as being the one that she fell asleep in last night. Where had she gone to sleep again? She couldn't even remember.... How sad was that?

Oce she has assertained that she was in no physical danger, she moved realizing with sudden clarity that she was naked.

"What the..." She looked around and spotted the clothes, rolling her eyes at the sandals, but what choice did she have. She would bide her time until she could figure out how in the hell to get off this rock.

As Natasha started to wander, her goal was to blend in as much as possible, but in this get up, she wasn't sure how well it worked.

"Excuse me, can I get a drink somewhere?" She asked the first person she came across.

Toga Party
Eventually Natasha made her way to what the natives termed a toga party. The one person that flew into Natasha's head as she walked around was Clint. He would love this. She smiled, however, because she seriously doubted he would love the collars or the hoops, but the party, hell yes.

She mingled for a while, trying to absorb as much info as she could before she found a pillow to settle down on to just observe.

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[the_cupbearer]

"Certainly," Ganymede says; in the absence of all else familiar, or anyone else familiar, he'd fallen back on what he knew. Waiting, and watching, and exercising the particular talent he had of being close to but never wholly part of a group.

"Would you like one?"

August W. Booth | OUAT

[unvarnished]

Network

[the video comes on and a dark-haired man appears on the screen. He gives the camera a finger wave]

Hey. Ah, I've never done this before. I'm a lot better in writing or in person. Talking to a camera feels weird, but when in Rome. Or... Panthema, I guess. [a pause] What else do people do when they make videos?

Toga Party!!

Anyone who had seen Animal House longed to emulate the famous toga scene, and August was no different in that regard. So the idea of a toga party sounded pretty amazing to him. He tied it on and even made a little laurel crown for himself before heading out.

He felt like he was at a frat party, which August knew a little about, having crashed a few in the past.

toga party

[redasrubies]

When Ruby had woken up in some strange place, alone, she had expected to be in this all on her own. Well, sort of. She hadn't expected to find anyone she knows, and she hadn't. Not right away, anyway.

It had been an easy decision to come to the toga party. It seems like a great way to meet people, which apparently she's going to need to do now, and she likes parties. When she gets to this one, she's pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face.

"August?"

Jon Snow | ASOIAF/GoT + Amat CR

[starkbastard]

❄ Arrival ❄

Sleeping on cold marble shouldn't feel comfortable to anyone, but for Jon, after sleeping on the ground among the Wildlings beyond the Wall, this was oddly familiar. How he shivered and how he could not find any warmth even as he curled against his sleeping furs...oh. All he could touch was his skin and that caused him to open his eyes quickly. Even if months had passed since he had climbed the Wall with Ygritte and Tormund, it seemed that he still dreamed of that time where things now seemed less complicated. But Jon frowned as he looked around him: he had expected to wake up in his room in Winterfell, the furs from his bed on the floor from his trashing, explaining why he was only in his smallclothes. Except that he wasn't in his underwears, or any clothes for that matter, nor was he in the castle his and sister and him had reclaimed from the Boltons. Where in the Seven Hells was he?

The sound of murmurs around made him reach for the pile of cloth that laid beside him, covering his front side as he sat on the cold floor, trying to regain his bearings. He looked up and around him, feeling as if the decor was familiar, familiar enough that he felt dread pool into his stomach. But it only was when he swallowed slowly that he felt it, that leather band pressed snugly against his throat, and his hands raised to find a clasp, dread turning into a slight panic as memories of an island re surfaced in his mind. Part of him expected it: his fingers slid along the smooth line of leather, finding no way to take off the collar around his neck. He was back, after all those years, he was back to that forsaken world when his life had gotten much more complicated.

As he unfolded the cloth to wrap it around his waist, missing how it was not just blanket but an actual garment, Jon slowly stood, studying his surroundings. Through the haze of dread, he still noticed that the temple wasn't one he had seen before, nor was the statue at the center of it. Instead of a woman, now stood a young man, barely older than him, with a bow and feathered wings upon his back. The details of his old life on the island were still hazy, but this, Jon was certain of it, was new.

Moving from his spot, he found his way to someone better dressed than him, hoping he was hailing a priest, or at least a Native coming to pray.

"My apologies, but could you point in the direction of the Palace, please?" Because surely his clothes, armor and sword would be there, right?

But how surprised Jon was, when faced with the answer that there was no 'palace' on this island. Where had he landed then?





❄ Toga Party ❄

Luckily, or perhaps not so much for the ladies, Jon had been taught how to properly wrap the toga around himself well enough to be presentable to the party. It still felt strange to only wear cloth wrapped around one's body, and Jon couldn't help but have a thought for his sisters, whom it seemed now that their dresses wouldn't offer much protection against the cold. Because if there was one thing Jon had noticed, was that he could feel every draft of air around him. And it was not always pleasant.

It was the reason why he had found a wall to lean against, an untouched glass of wine in his hand. He did not trust the food and drinks served at the party, at least not for the moment, but couldn't be rude enough to the person shoving it into his hand to say 'no'. He was looking at the crowd attending the party, trying to see if some faces would be familiar to him again, or if his own face would be recognized.

Perhaps he was not the only one remembering of another world alike to this one...


❄ Wildcard! ❄

[Feel free to run into Jon as he wanders around!]

Re: Jon Snow | ASOIAF/GoT + Amat CR

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has managed to drape her toga in a fashion that, while not modest enough by Westerosi standards, is enough to keep her covered. She's grateful that her hair is loose and she combs it over her shoulders, using it to help cover herself even further.

She's so preoccupied with her person that she doesn't realize she's standing next to her brother until several long moments pass and, once she does realize it, she throws her arms around him in a fierce greeting, heedless of the wine he carries.

"Jon! Jon, how did you get here?"

Ruby || ouat

[redasrubies]

[Arrival]

[This is...not the Enchanted Forest. For one thing, temples like this one don't exist there. For another, the portal created by the bean, the portal that she intended to use to get to the Enchanted Forest, would not have left her naked on the other side.

She doesn't appear to be injured, at least, which is something. Around her neck there appears to be something like a...collar? Hilarious.

There's something that looks like a phone sitting nearby, although it doesn't look like any phone she's ever used. She picks it up and turns it on to try and reach someone, unaware that the video function is on and she's giving the entire network a view of her bare breasts.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

When I said I wanted to have an adventure, this is not what I meant.

[Toga party]

Okay. This toga thing is starting to get old. (Although she does have to admit that it's much less constricting than the bodices she used to wear in the Enchanted Forest.) She likes parties though, and she doesn't much mind what she wears to them. She's got the toga arranged to show off as much cleavage as she can, and it's hiked up a bit to show off a good bit of leg, too. She might have mellowed a bit, but she is still Ruby, and she still likes to show off what she's got.

She grabs a drink and makes her way through the crowd, flashing flirty smiles indiscriminately, at both men and women.

Re: Ruby || ouat

[morethanthis]

Natasha is working on her third drink, but is well conditioned to remain uninebriated. She is casually leaning against the pillar, her drink in her hand, watching Ruby subtly. She was always on the lookout for things that piqued her interest, and Ruby definitely fell into that category.

Natasha, considered, an expert at reading any given situation, couldn't get a good read on this one. She had one of two choices, abort and look elsewhere, or investigate. Since the only assumption she made thus far is that the purpose of this party is to meet new people, she stepped away from the pillar, making it impossible for Ruby not to notice her.

Oliver Queen | Smallvile + Amat CR

[justice_4all]

➹ Network - Video; ➹

[Oliver smiles warmly at the network. He's wrapped his toga to only one shoulder, showing off the dips and grooves of years of training. For someone who's just been kidnapped from their world, he looks oddly calm.]

So, let's all be honest here. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has this 'déjà vu' feeling, right? And I don't mean in a 'had too many tequila body shots in Vegas and woke up in the suit of the Caesar Palace' sense. I mean, not that I would know about that one. [Though, the chuckle that follows this sentence clearly means that he absolutely knows about this kind of blackouts.]

Anyone? No? Does anybody knows anything about this place at all? I mean, it looks like a nice place, but I've had enough of toga parties during college. I wouldn't mind walking out of this one.

[You know, because he has other, more important things to do. Plus, the collar around his neck isn't reassuring, given what he remembers of Atia.]


➹ Toga party ➹

Despite his complaining on the network, Oliver shows up at the toga party. He's comfortable in a crowd, and he knows this is the best to meet people and gather information. Plus, they have booze, so he can't really be grumpy.

He moves from tent to tent, chatting with whomever feels like sharing where they are from and what they know about this place, a glass of mead in his hand. He drinks from it, not too fast, but fast enough that there's that familiar feeling of warmth in his chest. Maybe he should really eat something before that feeling goes to his head.

Oliver heads out for the food table, but not without bumping into someone. He reaches out to steady them, making sure that their drinks or plate will not topple over:

"I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going."

➹ Wildcard ➹

[Feel free to bump into Oliver as he explores the island!]

Toga party

[thekittenqueen]

Perhaps because she was wearing a garment that was similar to the High Garden fashions or because she had a few glasses of wine and was feeling rather good, but when Oliver knocked into her and her wine spilled on the ground, Margaery only reacted with a laugh. This place didn't seem to have much in the way of rules and the relaxed atmosphere helped her brush aside the sudden collision and loss of her drink.

She smiled at Oliver, brushing back one of the curls that had fallen across her face. "You have a peculiar method for achieving intimacy." Her eyes gleamed at him him, mischievous and daring. She was in a good mood, which often lead to flirtation on her end. "A simple 'hello' would be enough to catch a woman's attention."

Setting down her empty glass, she plucked another from a nearby table and then draped herself against several silken pillows. It was far and away from the sort of life she had lived before and never had a mind to live, but the indulgence was too delicious to pass up. "You realize you will have to keep me company now? That is your punishment."

Kilgrave | Jessica Jones (MCU)

[purpleintheface]

[ TW: Violence mentions, because Kilgrave is a terrible person, but also his powers are severely dampened. If you want to have your character swayed by his passive mind control it's up to you how much effect, if any, they have on your character. ]

[Arrival]

Well someone is going to swallow a box of razor blades for this. He has to wear a sheet? It's not even a silk sheet, this is ridiculous. First thing he needs to do is find a place with some half-decent clothes.

He steps out of the temple and approaches the first person he can find. "You. Tell me what this place is."


[Toga Party]

Kilgrave is just totally not happy with the fact that people have the option of not doing what he says? It was bad enough with just Jessica but now he has to like... do things himself?? Not get everything he wants when he wants it????? This is honestly the worst thing that has ever happened to him, like including the battery of horrific experiments that he was subject to as a child. This is worse. No contest.

He's got a glass of wine, not bad actually. He wonders what vintage it is. Anyway, he's just kind of squinting at people trying to figure out how to... function. He'll need to develop like... social skills. That's a thing people have, right?

"So, you have a name, right?" he asks the first person he comes across that seems to be alone.

Arrival

[youcantfixme]

If it wasn’t bad enough waking up in what… Luke had no idea where he was. Some museum exhibit, maybe. He still had questions on why the toga and sandals or the set of dog tags around his neck. …But at hearing the English accent speaking to him, everything suddenly made sense. At least for the split second that he forgot Kilgrave was dead.

His arms flexed and blood pressure rose, hoping his immediate identification was off. It couldn’t be. It better not be.

Yet there he was. As pompous as ever.

Luke reached for Kilgrave’s throat, nothing but hate on his face. “Hell. It must be hell for you to be here."

Caspian | The Chronicles of Narnia

[narnian_hamlet]

[Arrival]

The full weight of what was happening only began to sink in when Caspian looked into the mirror and saw the collar around his neck. Waking in the temple had been strange (even stranger that he had been without clothes), but given all he had seen before on the Dawn Treader, it was more surreal than alarming. Part of him had wondered if he were in some sort of dream, a strange remnant of the magic he had experienced and seen.

The collar and his appearance were completely different. He was older, taller and more muscular than before. His face, while not overtly changed, had a few more years written across its expression. It was magic, it was all magic, but cast by whom?

Wrapping himself in the clothing provided, Caspian hastily tore from the room, scanning the area for signs of enemies and a weapon he might use to arm himself. People passed, pilgrims or attendants to the temple, but unfamiliar to him, just as they didn't seem to realize who he was.

Once outside, certain that no guard followed after him, intent on dragging him into a cell, Caspian glanced around to get his bearings. He was at least by the sea.

"What is this place?" He asked the first person that neared him, his heavier than he was used to. "What island is this?"

[Toga Party]

It would take a bit of getting used to, this idea that he was in another world. For all of his desire to see the realms beyond Narnia, he didn't think it would happen so suddenly or without warning. Perhaps he should have spoken a bit more to Edmund and Lucy about their experiences, but the idea had always been more appealing than what reality actually was.

The beach was at least reassuring. He stared across the ocean with a longing expression, turned away from the raucous of the party. He had been to several feasts in Narnia, this was...well not exactly the same, but similar. The wine was sweet enough that he had at least two glasses, allowing a warm feeling to race through him.

This world was beautiful at least, a thought that appeared in his head as someone joined his side. His smile was fond, even if the person was a stranger. "What do you think is beyond that ocean?"

Arrival

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa, too, had awoken without her clothes and with a strange collar about her neck. She's never been in bondage before and she's yet to be able to find a looking glass to determine whether or not she's been sold to a pleasure house in Lys. It's warm here, very warm, and that leads her to believe she has been stolen across the Narrow Sea.

When the young man asks where they are, she is quick to reply. "I don't know, ser," she says, shrugging helplessly. He doesn't have a teardrop tattooed by his eye so she suspects he's not a pleasure slave or, if he is, he hasn't been branded yet. Still, he has a collar same as she.

"I thought we might be in Lys or Volantis."

Aramis | Musketeers

[ex_toopolite626]

[TOGA PARTY]
[While Aramis certainly is a social creature by nature, the lack of his proper attire has thrown him for a little bit of a loop. While waking up naked is not new to him, as he has been a bit of a lady's man over the years, waking up naked and alone in a foreign space combined had been something new. Nothing of his Musketeer uniform had been nearby, and as such, he had taken what had been left.

It seems though that he is not alone in the clothing choice, or lack thereof. Those around this party seem to be much in the same situation as he has found himself, or so he gathers. While his eyes do scan the people for a familiar face, Aramis finds not a one. He's still not certain what to make of everything, but there are drinks, and he does, in the end, take a flash of his own.

There is a strong swig taken, savouring the taste of it, yet as his eyes skirt to the side, he gives a slight bow to the person next to him.]

A fine vintage, whatever it is.

[EXPLORATION]
[Sword in hand now, and with different attire more akin to what he usually wears, Aramis has set out. There is a part of his that is still seeking to make sense of everything, wondering whether he has had his wine spiked. He is unfamiliar with the area in which he finds himself in, and the whole situation seems quite ridiculous, even for him.

Yet he seeks out information, idly listening to any conversations that might hold some interest, although to no avail. There is an ease about him, tipping his head to any woman that he passes, a flirtatious smile gracing his lips.]

Good day, to you.

[And he does move through the market, pausing at items that are familiar, and lingering longer around those that are not. It is clear that some are beyond his knowledge as he stares at them, trying to fathom what it is that he is seeing. Yet, Aramis has no frame for most of it, which only leaves him more perplexed than before.]

[WILDCARD]
[feel free to make your own scenario]

Exploration

[widow_of_the_crag]

[Jeyne felt herself flush as she met Aramis' eyes, her heart skipping a beat as he offered her a smile and a word of greeting. Having been regarded as no great beauty, to have a man pay her any attention and treat her as though she were one left her feeling breathless. She lowered her face shyly, smiling at him in return.]

Good day to you as well, my lord.

[She assumed he was a lord. He had the bearing of one and the confidence.]

Inara Serra | Firefly

[companioning]

Arrival

The strange device thing, the collar and waking up naked in a strange place should have disturbed her more than it did... But she'd already been through something like this once and so she'd sighed, got up and pulled on the strange garments that had been left for her.

She still wished that she could have blamed all of this one Mal, though, at that moment, it truly didn’t matter. None of it did. What mattered was finding out what was going on and why she was back. She gathered the things that had been left for her and headed out of the temple, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked around.

She paused in the middle of the street, her fingers stroking the pendant around her neck as she looked first one way and then the other. This didn't look like Atia. There weren't any of the buildings she remembered from the last time she had been here.

Inara finally shook her head and pressing her lips together, she rolled her shoulders back and with more confidence than she was feeling at the moment, turned and headed straight to where she thought Serenity had last been. The more she walked though, the more she was thinking she wasn't on Atia, but somewhere else entirely.

Exhaling slowly, she stopped and looked around again and seeing someone walking towards her, she was quick to head in their direction. "Excuse me! Could you please tell me where we are exactly...."

Toga Party

Well, this was different than what she'd grown use to in Atia. The house she'd found herself in had been severely lacking but this party? It, well, it was certainly something. Thankfully, Inara had always been able to socialize no matter where she was and not to brag, but she pretty much looked good in no matter what she was wearing and the red toga she was wearing was no exception.

She smiled as she moved through the crowd, stopping now and again to speak to someone. She didn't stay and talk too long though and so far no one she'd talked to knew anything. Not surprising, at all.

Finally, she stopped as she was passing one of the many bars and decided that a drink was very much needed. She stepped up to the counter and flashed the person beside her a smile as she waited for the bartender. "At least they aren't making us pay for any of this. That's something at least."

[narnian_hamlet]

It was hard not to notice her. She had a rare beauty that reminded him of the Telamarines, but far nice with a natural sweetness in her eyes. Despite knowing better, he had watched her as she moved about the crowd, kindly speaking to others, able to give an air of confidence and strength. It was as though she belonged here, even though she wore a collar as he did.

He had tried to think of a reason to speak to her, something he could say, but unable to think of anything beyond his wish to escape this place. So Caspian had kept his distance, allowing her to enjoy the party.

It was only when she was beside him, making small talk that he had to laugh at his earlier nerves. "That would be rather rude. They bring us here and expect us to pay for our meals."

Kate Fuller ][ From Dusk Till Dawn [1]

[unpreach]

[Definitely open to using these threads for game canon. Hit me up on plurk to discuss if you wish: brooklyn2181]

ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ

The feel of the cool marble beneath her body was a welcome sensation as Kate slowly started to stir, the air around her not overly warm but so thick with humidity that she felt like she had to literally peel herself off of the floor in order to rise. Her mind danced in that place between sleeping and waking, Kate trying to eek out every precious moment of rest she could manage, knowing full well that the times when she could do so were few and far between.

A thought tried to press through the haze of sleep, a twisting, writhing sense of wrong that urged her to open her eyes but it wasn't until a change in the air saw a cool breeze caress her bare skin that Kate shed the blanket of sleep entirely.

She found herself sitting bolt upright amongst a mass of naked bodies, her mind going completely blank as she took in her all too foreign surroundings but soon, fragments of a conversation begin to weave through her consciousness and words like 'serial killer' and 'mass grave' dropped like a stone in the pit of her stomach.

"Freddie?"

She hated herself for the desperation she could hear when she spoke, for the way that fear had made the name barely audible and while there was a voice in her head telling her to remain calm, her heart was already trying to hammer its way out of her chest. Hazel eyes that betrayed her fear, darted around the temple and it was only then, that she spied the folded white garment, one arm trying in vain to give her a modicum of modesty as she snatched it up.

It was there, against the dark leather of a pair of sandals that she first noticed the gleam of gold, the Walther PPK providing Kate with a glimmer of hope but in a moment of foolishness, she froze. Kate's instinct to survive urged her to hide the weapon in the garment she held in her hand but the part of her that was still an eighteen-year-old girl who couldn't even face her father while she was wearing jeans and a bra? That part was equally desperate to cover up.

"Freddie!" The shrill sound of panic made her voice stronger this time as Kate tried in vain to follow both instincts. Dragging her knees up to her chest, she tried to make herself as small as humanly possible; the gun and the toga clutched to her body as she frantically scanned the stirring figures for somebody that vaguely resembled the Ranger she'd been with before waking up here.

ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

[Anything goes!]

Arrival

[darknstormy]

His face... Seth stirred, feeling his body more exposed than it had been in some time. The air was cool like the metal around his neck. That was new. However the shape his face was in, wasn't. The last thing he remembered was looking out over his new domain--their new domain after having beat Richie into submission.

Two-fer

The culebras had managed to get two Geckos on the throne. Whatever that meant. Seth only had one job--okay, maybe two. Look out for his brother and get their take of scores. So what the fuck was this shit? He curled upward and looked around as his vision became less blurry. "The fuck?" he questioned hoarsely.

"The Fuck!" he cursed again at the clear understanding of being completely naked. A hand immediately tried to cover his crotch before grabbing the sheet next to him. Once his package was out of sight from others around, Seth quickly felt for his neck in search of any possible bite.

His hand found the chain which made him swear yet again. The only thing distracting him from his current predicament was a voice. 'Freddie!' Kate? As cold as his skin had felt from laying on the marble floor, nothing compared to the feeling of seeing someone back from the dead.

Richie had been wrong. Carlos had been wrong. It didn't make sense. Why lie about--The thought didn't get very far in his head at seeing Kate Fuller in all her glory. "Shit!" Seth scrambled forward, mindlessly picking up the forty-four while keeping the sheet covering his front as hand with gun tried wrapping the linen around him as he moved toward the preacher's daughter back from the dead.

"Kate!"

Kenzi Malikov ][ Lost Girl ][ Amat CRAU

[morethanasidekick]

[Definitely open to using these threads for game canon. Hit me up on plurk to discuss if you wish: brooklyn2181]

ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ~ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ

[Some of you may recognize the person who appears on your device. While you were probably in a state of mild panic, she was the one walking around naked and muttering something about an 'Atia' like this was normal her.

That's probably because... it is.

From the looks of the marble column behind her, she's still around the temple and from the bare shoulders you see, she's yet to do anything about the nudity.]

Just when you think you're out! They draaaag you back in. [Give her a moment, if you would, while she finally bothers to start putting on her toga.] What's with the dudebro statue in the middle of the Fauxthenon, cause... unless the Gods are going George R.R Martin on us? I didn't think Her Royal Bangs-A-Lot was a big fan of baby bro?

[With a little smoothing out of the white fabric, those of you where were worried about a nip slip worthy of the Super Bowl, are now safe to look back at your devices.]

Oh - and if you expect me to wear these? [Holding up the pair of sandals for the camera.] There so better be a party to go with this Toga.

ᴛᴏɢᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

By the time Kenzi has made it to the Toga party, she's only too aware of the fact that this, is not the island she was expecting. After realizing that not only was she still on a sex island but she'd lost everything she'd managed to accumulate over her last four years on Atia? Somebody - That somebody would be the person carrying several large, ceramic jugs of wine over to a pile of pillows - is planning to make the most of tonight's free bar tab, especially because after tonight? She's actually going to have to get a real job and start paying for booze again.

ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

[Anything goes!]

Toga

[starkbastard]

By now, Jon has also figured out that this is an island similar to Atia, and he's not happy about it. Both his sister and his sister-in-law are here, and he will have to break the news to them soon enough. And he doesn't want to have to think of what they would have to do to survive here. And how there is nothing he can do about it.

Not only that, but his memories of Atia are slowly coming back to him. Sometimes, it's a curse and it had made him do, other times, it's a face that comes back to him. Just like in this moment, as he watches a petite woman walk to a pile of pillows with a filled jug with wine. Raven hair and eyes of the palest blue he's ever seen, the sight of her pulls from his mind the memory of a passionate encounter in a back alley, against a wall where there had been torn panties and biting. The image of that moment is so vivid in his mind that Jon feels warmth spreading on his cheeks and neck. There's a name that rolls out on this tongue before he can even realize it:

"Kenzi? Is that you?"

Would she even know him?

Rose Hathaway ][ VA/Bloodlines ][ Amat CRAU

[littledhampir]

[Definitely open to using these threads for game canon. Hit me up on plurk to discuss if you wish: brooklyn2181]

ᴛᴏɢᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

While storming off from the temple within minutes of waking, was a very Rose Hathaway thing to do. It meant that aside from a glimpse of a very pissed off brunette, few people would have noticed the young woman before she showed up late to the Toga Party.

Rose wasn't normally one to say no to a party, not even when she'd been living on Atia, but to be told that after four years, she was finally going to be allowed to go back home to Lissa, only to end up on yet another island, wearing the same stupid collar?

Five minutes. That's all she needed. Five minutes locked in a windowless room with Eros and then maybe, she'd be feeling like it was time for a party.

She might proclaim to those she spoke to this evening that she was here under sufferance but in reality? Rose had come along for a very specific reason; The hope that maybe, somebody she knew was actually in attendance. The people had been the only thing that had made the last four years of her life bearable. She could deal with having to start again, no home, no bowling alley, none of her belongings but she wasn't sure she could face the idea of having to do it without the very people who had kept her sane.

While most of the party-goers will start to relax and begin mingling comfortably with the other guests, Rose sticks out if for no other reason than she appears to be trying to blend into the edge of the tents. She looks rather like Pathema's idea of security, complete with a knife clearly strapped to her thigh and the eagle eyes of somebody who continually watches the exits.

ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

[Anything goes!]

Re: Rose Hathaway ][ VA/Bloodlines ][ Amat CRAU

[royalunderachiever]

Adrian had woken up in the temple disoriented and with nothing but a red toga to drape over himself and that was not the way to start a day (or night). Since Sydney had been kidnapped by the Alchemists for re-education, he'd been drinking more to stave off the negative effects of Spirit and he guessed it had finally taken a toll. Great. Wonderful.

He wasn't a party boy anymore but he could fake it if he needed to get information so he draped the toga on and headed to a party. Someone had to know what the hell was going on, right? Anyone?

He was pretty damned shocked to see Rose Hathaway. Wasn't she still at Court, protecting Lissa?

"Look, I don't know what's going on but if Court's behind this, Lissa's never going to hear the end of it from me."

jean grey | x-men: apocalypse

[greyate]

| toga party |

[ Parties have never really been Jean's thing. Not just because of her powers but just due to her shy nature. She has to feel comfortable with the people she's with to really open up to them. This situation here is pretty much the opposite in all ways.

Her powers have been nerfed to where she can't hear people's thoughts (though she can still pick up what they are feeling) or access her deeper powers. She knows what is expected of her in this place and it was enough to make her refuse at first, pissed off and even mortified. But now, after having it sink in, she knows she needs to put herself out there. The collar around her neck is already tighter than it was when she arrived and she can't make it loosen; not even with her telekinesis. She doesn't want to die here so... Only one thing to do: play by the rules of the place.

Her red hair pulled back in a braid and the securely tied around her body, she keeps herself covered, for the most part, leaving her arms and legs from above her knees bare. She nibbles on some of the food and grabs a drink before heading over to the pillows. She sits on a small pile, watching the people around her as she takes small sips.

This is going to be a lot harder than she thought. ]


| network |

[ The video feed will come on with Jean's frazzled self looking back into the camera. She sighs through her nose before shaking her head (more at herself than anything else), ]

I know this is probably a stupid question but if anyone has experience cooking on an open fire, I'd really appreciate some tips.

[ Because this 80s kid doesn't know how to do this shit aside from put it on a stick and hold it over the flames. ]

toga party

[adamantiums]

[Despite having a thing for redheads, Logan has no intention of trying to pick up the girl who catches his attention. She's just a fucking kid. It would be like trying to hook up with one of his students.

There's still something that draws him to her, but he dismisses it as just wanting to make sure she's okay. It's pretty messed up that a kid could end up in this place.]

What kind of perverted asshole god kidnaps kids and puts them on a sex island?

[He sits down on some pillows nearby, a glass of tart red wine in his hand because he couldn't find a beer; and if he's going to be made to wear a damn toga, he needs alcohol. A wiser person would probably refrain from blaspheming the deity who took his claws away and dampened his senses, but Logan doesn't care. He'd still punch the guy in the face if he ever sees him around, even if his healing factor isn't working like it should. The only thing left to him are his dogtags.]

Matt Murdock l MCU Daredevil l Arrival

[blind_devil]

Matt awoke and from his first breath in knew something was wrong. This place didn't smell like his apartment. It smelled old with the metallic scent of stone. As he rolled over and tried to get up he felt smooth stone against the skin of his back. This was even more suprising since he'd gone to bed fully clothed.

Standing up his foot brushed against cloth and he leaned down to touch it. I felt like cotton and that was it. "What the hell is going on," he muttered. He tried to moved forward and his foot bumped something that felt harder. Touching one with his free hand he realized they were sandals. "Okay this is the last time I let Foggy pick the movie," he said out loud.

He fumbled for a bit trying to figure out how to put the cloth on right without the realization that he was exposing his goods to anyone who might be about to walk in.

Re: Matt Murdock l MCU Daredevil l Arrival

[morethanthis]

Natasha opened the door, fully expecting to see the room that she had arrived in. What she was not expecting was to see a half naked man who didn't know how to wear a toga.

"Need a hand?"

Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments

[angelic_archer]

Arrival

Normally, Alec woke slowly, burrowing deep into the pillows and warm blankets that were piled up on the bed until he was forced to be functional. It took something unusual to trigger years' worth of instincts for him to snap awake. Something like the bed being replaced with a cold, hard surface. Snapping awake, he rolled onto his feet before he even realized that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Quickly scanning the area for any kind of threat, he relaxed minutely when he realized he was alone.

Then he realized he was naked except the strange weight that rested against his throat. Reaching up, he carefully traced the collar with his fingertips, ignoring the jolt of unease that he refused to give into. Not one of Magnus' accessories and even if it was, his boyfriend wouldn't put something like this on him without asking. Finally noticing the clothes, Alec swore under his breath and began figuring out how exactly to wear a toga. If he was going to go find answers to what was going on, he couldn't wander around naked. Scowling at the sandals, he put those on as well, wishing for his boots and his weapons. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to deal with anything that would require a bow or blade.

Leaving the temple, he chose a direction at random, trying to blend in until he saw someone that looked like they might answer if he asked a question. "Excuse me. I got separated from my friend." That wasn't exactly a lie. "Can you tell me where I am?"

Network

[It took less fumbling than Alec expected to get the device to work. When he finally has it angled correctly, he tries to give his 'audience' a polite smile, but his expression is too worried for it to be successful.]

Hi, my name's Alec Lightwood. I'm looking for my family. Is there a list somewhere of who's here so we can find people we know?

[appetitive]

Magnus was jogging through the halls, a wild look in his eyes as he scanned the faces he passed. Though he'd known that something was wrong upon waking, he was now in a panic as he tried to piece together what information he had. Pausing to pull the sleeve of his toga higher up one shoulder—at least he seemed to have had better luck tying his than a lot of the people he saw wandering around—he turned in a slow circle and froze. Off in the distance he could see a strong back, a mess of black hair, and distinctive marks covering what skin he could catch glimpses of. Back to running, he dodged past other people and reached out to grab Alec's arm and spin him around.

"Alec," be breathed, relief and concern flooding simultaneously flooding through him. While it soothed him to see Alec safe and sound, it also meant that they were in this mess together. "Do you know what's going on?"

Steve Rogers - Marvel Cinematic Universe

[willingtopaytheprice]

[ I'll be open to using these threads as game canon! You can ping me @ corvia for discussion & plotting. ]

Toga Party/Wandering

The blue toga and sandals had been the only item of clothes Steve had seen when he woke up in the temple, well that and the damn collar. He had managed to wrap himself up with some dignity, though he really wished to ask why they had to wear these instead of whatever they were wearing when they arrived. But first things first, see what's the lay of the land and who might else be here.

option 1. reconnitering from the temple to the toga party area.

It's hard to not notice a tall, blond man in a blue toga, and that toga barely covering his muscles and important bits. He's trying to ignore that fact that he's wearing fewer clothes than he has ever had, even to bed and he is out in public. But he's on a mission, and Steve's not going to let impending loss of modesty interfere with the mission.

option 2. At the toga party.
Steve's at the toga party, staying on the edges, his arms crosses over his chest. He's not drinking or eating, not trusting anything unless someone he already trusts tells him it's okay. He's Captain America. He can cope. The toga's having a hard time covering him, though.

Wildcard

If he isn't at the party, he's likely exploring the island and can be found visiting the various districts from the 2nd to the 4th as well as checking out the local scenic sights. Look for the grumpy tall man barely covered by his blue toga. They must have given him a smaller one or something in the temple.

Wildcard

[morethanthis]

Natasha had been at the party for awhile, but she was tired of mingling. Sometimes a girl just needed to get out of her own head for awhile. She miraculously had avoided seeing Steve at the party, and ducked out to enjoy the night air.

She ran a hand through her hair, the curls coming back since she hadn't straightened it. She was walking along when she thought she saw Steve. She stopped a few feet away from him, blinking because there was no way that he could be here, right? After a few minutes, she stepped towards him.

"Gotta say Rogers, that's a good look for you," Natasha said, smiling as she stepped into the light.

Jake Jensen - The Losers

[letsgogirls]

[ I'll be open to using these threads as game canon! You can ping me @ corvia for discussion & plotting. ]

Toga Party

Okay. The whole collar thing? Totally uncool. But. It couldn't be that hard to do the deed here? Maybe? That's the whole reason he's here right? Well, maybe that was what they said, but he wasn't quite ready to believe everything he had been told.

Jake's circulating, sampling the refreshments and keeping his eyes peeled. Can't trust anyone here. Not yet. Well until he accidentally trips on the trailing edge of his green toga, the tats on his arms standing out, and accidentally dump his plate all over the poor person in his path. Oops. Or maybe he accidentally steps on their toga, possibly causing a wardrobe malfunction.

Jake, please. Already in trouble, and you haven't even started talking yet.

Wildcard

Jake is lurking around the business district, trying to figure out if they have anything remotely close to 21st century America tech, but that's not working out too well for him.

He might also be scoping out the island, trying to figure out good lookouts and hiding spaces, as well as figuring out where everything is.

He's still dressed in a green toga, and he's trying to not lose it. Help. He didn't quite let the people at the temple finish explaining all the tricks of keeping the toga under control.

toga party

[the_cupbearer]

Well, it's not the first time Ganymede has ever seen a man incredibly uncomfortable in a toga, and he can commiserate at least in part, given it's been centuries since he wore one himself and whoever left this one for him did not see fit to give him the under-layer of a tunic. So he can't blame Jake for looking uncomfortable, and when he trips Ganymede steps back quickly enough to dodge most of the food getting on his clothes. Not all, but most.

He's used to wine stains on clothes, it won't kill him. He laughs once, a huff of air, and holds out his hands towards Jake. "Would you like someone to fix that?" he asks. "Your toga?"

Emma Swan | OUAT with CRAU

[savedbylove]

[Arrival]

Emma jerked awake as if she were being ripped out of a dream, which is not a new experience for her considering that is how she wakes nearly every day. She realizes quickly that she not in her home in Atia, but in a strange place. "Seriously?" She muttered, looking down at herself completely naked.

Emma felt like she had the worst luck in the world because instead of going home she ended up here. "Wherever the hell here is," was also said to no one, as she was alone in the room. She spotted the clothing and after another quick roll of her eyes, she put them on.

The collar wasn't horrible, a lot sleeker than the old one, but still a collar none the less. She is grateful they at least provided clothes. She steps outside, looking around. "Excuse me, but would you mind telling me where the hell I am this time?"

Toga Party

Emma suddenly wished she was the type of woman who could carry herself with complete confidence. Sure, put a sword or a gun in her hand and she would know exactly what to do and how to do it. But a toga? yeah not so much, but the pale blue color was nice, and she thought that the gold sandals were workable, thankful they weren't heels.

She grabbed a drink, but it remained untouched for now. Sure, she was used to parties on Atia, but that didn't mean she liked them. She mingled some, but for the most part she was just people watching.

Toga Party

[angelic_archer]

Alec wasn't exactly a party type person, but he'd learned to be polite and not act like he was completely anti-social. Mostly. Occasionally the polite expression turned to annoyance, but considering the fact that he'd woken up in an alternate reality, he thought he was managing to seem like he wasn't angry over this particular glitch in his life plans.

Eventually, he noticed Emma, realizing that at least one other person wasn't comfortable with the situation. Slowly, he made his way toward her, giving her a weary smile. "You don't like parties either?"

Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed II

[requiesce_in_pace]

Toga Party

This wasn't how Ezio envisioned the afterlife, if that was what this was. There was some ambiguity about it, especially for a man that had never been completely devout. But he had always pictured angels and Heavenly entities, just no literally. Surrounded by so many beautiful women and revelry, it certainly felt like he had died and gone to Heaven.

And who was he to deny himself the pleasures of life? Ignoring his recent vendetta and quest for revenge, he was still the same man underneath and that man wanted to drink and go to bed with one of the beauties present. It was owed after all. It would be a sin to ignore the hospitality of their hosts, whomever they might be.

Taking a glass of wine, Ezio migrated from group to group, offering a charmingly devilish smile to all he encountered. "Salute!" He would raise his glass to the men he passed, while offering the women a "Una bella serata, la mia bella signora." A nice night, my beautiful lady. It had never failed him before, even if he was out of practice.

[riverdalevixen]

Veronica wasn't feeling so comfortable with the thought of being stuck on a island fueled by sex. She might have put up a brave and proud front (after all, Lodges don't show weakness), she was already missing Pop's milkshakes, the bustling sound of the high school's hallways, the wet smell of fog of the small town Riverdale. Hell, Ronnie was almost missing Cheryl's propensity for drama. Almost.

Still, the raven haired teenager had secured the toga tightly around her small frame, though not without pulling it short to show off some leg. If she was to have sex with strangers, she might as well try to find someone interesting. She shivered at the thought: this was not really how she'd imagine losing her virginity. But a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do to survive. If only she could have had her Louis Vuitton's heels, this outfit might have had more potential than with those flats.

She was walking around the party with a glass of wine in hand, when a older man spoke to her in a language that she didn't but still felt familiar. She gave him a mildly confused look as her brain tried to decipher what he had just said.

"Italian?" she guessed, "I thought we were stuck in Ancient Greece?"

York | Red vs Blue | 1 and/or 2

[volunteeredforthiscrap]

Waking up naked in a softer bed than he could remember sleeping in in a long time is enough to have York confused as he lifts his head, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Not that he's complaining, given his last memory involved bleeding on the ground.

Except it seems to be healed. So afterlife is his first thought, although if that was the case, he'd probably have his full sight restored. Not afterlife then and as he stands, he notices the band around his throat in the mirror, the familiar color enough to have him dead still.

....Cosmic joke, right? As if he needed another reminder. But he's only still for a moment before turning to the pile of cloth that might have been clothing.

Definitely was clothing when he held it up and just stared at the fabric.

This had to be some kind of joke. Nobody'd worn clothing like in....a really fucking long time, actually but it's all he can find after investigating the rest of the room and going out naked? Not happening.

Once he's dressed. (underdressed really, given his normal clothing is armor), York runs a hand through his hair and leaves the room. Might as well explore and see where the hell he actually is.

Finding a party going on with a large number of people dressed in a similar fashion is both unsettling and something of a relief in a way, and York makes note of people as he passes them, finding his way to one of the tables.

Good vantage point, food and drink. Might as well at least learn what he can while he's here. So anyone who approaches at least gets a smile.

[ex_old_man857]

Dax has seen many things, and as such, Jadzia herself has those experiences. There has been those who have done things on Trill, such as Lela and being a legislator for their government, or Audrid, who became head of the Trill Symbiosis Commission, or Emony, who was an Olympic gymnast. Though she, of course, had gone to Earth. And Tobin, the Engineer, Torias, the Pilot, or even Curzon, a womanizer and a top Ambassador of the Federation...

Curious by nature, or rather by symbiont, Jadzia is, of course, quite interested in attending upon the gathering. There is much of it that does remind her of Earth and their culture, although it is far older than anything she has personally witnessed.

While she had been shier before joining, those days really are gone now. Rather, she is quite open and vocal, both with her mannerisms and her voice. Wariness and excitement mingle, as she will keep an eye out to learn more, so it is no surprise that she is there, trying drinks, mingling, and sampling food. She has paused to try one of the sticks, nibbling happily on it, before turning to the person next to her, a smile beaming on her face. "This place does have quite a lot of good food, doesn't it? But I still like Klingon Gagh the best."

She is dressed more casually than her uniform, although she seems to have no qualms wearing the toga. Bright fabrics, it emphasizes her bubbly personality, and shows off a row of 'dots' traveling down her face and ducking down beneath her attire, peeking back out at the legs. "Jadzia Dax. Fresh off of the boat, so to speak."

Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age

[crowkiller]

[Well....this is new! He can't exactly say this is the first time he's woken up naked and with a collar on before, but that is another story for another time. While he has many questions still, the fact is that there are drinks, food, and no darkspawn.

While he wishes he had his blades, this was fine. He is use to not wearing pants anyways. His mind is still on the whole 'sex or die' part of the deal. Honestly, to him he wonders who in the world would need that sort of ultimatum to have a good time. Casual sex is normal for him. It's easier, and no messy things like attachment to make thing complicated. So, honestly he didn't even need the collar, just point him towards a willing and pretty (or handsome) face and he was good to go. Too bad it seem that is a rarity.

But no matter. he has a drink in both of his hands and he finds the first friendly face he comes across and places on of them into their hands.]

You look like you need another drink. [He says with a smile before he clicks ther glasses together.] Salud.

[toopolite]

[She hasn't been the most impressed since waking up, although that is hardly surprising with Sif. She is the type that does like to be in control of the situation, and she has not been so far. Her armour is gone, her blade is missing- all that she has had is not with her. Rather it is a toga that she has found, and Sif will argue that it is better than being in the nude.

Questions brim within her, finding the answers lacking, and she bristles slightly thinking about it. No matter. She is the lady Sif, and she will get to the bottom of it, one way or another. There is a curious air to her now though as she is glancing around, and the offer of a drink is met with a slight arch of her brow.

Yet there is a small tip of her head.]

My thanks, although perhaps several more is the answer.

Jane Kirk | Star Trek AOS

[punch_it]

[Arrival]

There were places breezes should be, and places breezes should be ONLY WHEN YOU WANT THEM THERE, and right now there was a breeze going places Jane didn't remember sharing when she laid down the night prior. Kind of a bummer, but there she was, naked, no partner, and no one moving nearby. Jane kept still on the cold, stone floor and waited. She's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant situations, but normally she can at least vaguely recall how she got there.

Normally there was someone around to gloat about it to.

Jane shifted and sat up, taking in the temple, getting a bead on where she was, and if there were doors. Her eyes swept over the ornate architecture, following the ceilings and pillars and finally landing on the clothes, not going unnoticed, but not exactly her first concern. Escape was absolutely her first concern, followed by someone watching her. Pinpricks of cold raised the hair on her arms as she swept up the ball of white fabric and sandals.

"When in Rome," she muttered, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as she hurriedly wrapped the toga tightly around her chest and knotted it at the shoulder. "What? No pins?"

It's like they wanted it to fall off. Jane snorted, eyed the communicator they'd strapped to her wrist, and then laughed when the screen lit up. It wasn't hers. None of the things around her were. The most infuriating part?

She didn't have any choice but to go along with it.

Jane left the temple with her guard up and her pace sedate. Anyone who wanted to accost her could do so at any moment, and that's what she wanted. She wanted answers.

[Toga Party]

It was almost too easy to mingle when everyone around her seemed to be exhibiting the same level of curious excitement. She lingers by the drinks because loose lips tell the best stories, and also she needed a drink like you wouldn't believe. She sips slowly, and smiles as people walk past. If she let herself, she could almost believe this was normal, and not an attempt to pacify everyone into complicity...and goddamnit Spock, get out of her head. Jesus Fuck.

She shakes her head and takes another bigger sip.

2

[dammitkirk]

[Have a Bones at the party, in Science Blue and with the Starfleet symbol around his neck. He's going to sigh when he finds out you're Kirk, too.]

"Not exactly the kind of party I was expecting to find when I woke up here," Bones said, his Southern lilt strong as he moodily sipped at his drink.

tulip o'hare (preacher) / ota

[twolips]

n e t w o r k:

Jesus Christ, if anybody sees Jesse Custer you do me a favor and give him five between the eyes.

He might be a holy man but by the time I'm through with him he's gonna damn sure wish hell was a lie.

[As far as hostage situations go, this wasn't her idea of a good time. This sort of thing required more booze than she woke up with and a lot better digs. Who were they fooling? The only person messed up in this kind of shit was Jesse, and he was gonna pay.]

t o g a:

One thing was always gonna be true for Tulip, she wasn't the type of lady to lay in wait. She was hands on and preferred to take her problems directly to the person in charge. So far no one gave her the pleasure, and this toga did nothing for her figure. Her eyes studied the crowd, and the plate of food on her lap was going uneaten, not a snowball's chance she was going to partake. Even the drink in her hand got poured onto the fresh dirt, little by little, the look on her face more tepid than usual from sheer disbelief.

harley quinn / suicide squad

[clownin]

n e t w o r k:

What gives? Save the whole damn city and this is the thanks I get! A fabric nightmare and all my nice things are gonzo. That's the last time I do anything for anyone other than numero uno. Those squares can find some other patsy.

[Someone's broadcasting, and that someone doesn't give a flying bat what anybody thinks about her. At least the asshole was nice enough to leave the phone but she's already tried contacting the Joker and the service won't reach him. You know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.]

Anybody got some gum? This whole place leaves a bad taste in my mouth. A girl gets accustomed to a certain kind of living, ya know what I mean? That, or a ticket to the train outta town. I'll make it worth your while!

t o g a:

Somewhere along the lines she found something to fasten her hair up with, so there's that, and despite the snatch and grab those losers didn't grab her bat or her choker so now Mr. J's the prime authority once again. Just another advertisement, something to show people she means business.

When she found out there was a party, it didn't take much to persuade her to join in on the festivities, she loved parties. They were just opportunities in their dancing shoes. "What a snooze-fest! Where's the body shots, where's the boom? Anybody got any fully-automated ammunition. We need to light these candles!"

network

[shiro_megane_kun]

Efforts to acquire details on returning whence we came have yet to show significant progress... And I'm afraid I can't help with the gum, either.

I do, however, have some experience with tailoring, if the local attire isn't to your tastes.