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Test Drive #1

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.

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"Yeah well. I'm confident, not stupid." She might have been doing this dance for four years but everything had technically changed now. With Atia? Sure, Rose hated her more than anything and it had taken her a long time to find something that resembled happiness in that place, but after a while, Rose had learned what to expect of the Goddess. This was a new God with potentially all new rules and she wasn't about to take any chances.

She drags her gaze away, scanning the sea of faces once more, a five point check as she looks from exit to exit, to the food tables, the drinks tables, then back to Daryl.

"And I might have been doing this for a while." Which could have meant a lot of things really, but the way she runs a finger across her collar suggests she's referring to this place. "New God, same routine." And she's probably about as happy about it as Daryl is, but she was supposed to be going home after four, very long years and instead? She was at a damn Toga Party.

"Whatever you say."

It still wasn't his inclination to buy it, might be playing it too fast and quick expecting this all to blow over and for him to wake back up in hell but he knew for damn sure nothing like this existed at home. Probably never did.

"God's a load of crap." Whatever he means by that he doesn't waste any time explaining or offering information on. As desperate as he might be for answers Daryl's learned the hard way not to play his hand too early, so he doesn't even ask her what "a while," entails. Instead, he throws back another, much smaller, swig of alcohol. At least while he's here he can have the illusion of a warm stomach.

Edited 2017-03-13 19:27 (UTC)

Soon it wouldn't be enough to hit guys nearly twice his size over the head. Richie was pushing Seth to a point where he wouldn't pull punches reminiscent to how it went down at Jackknife Jed's. Instead of yelling, there was a sudden chill in the low octave he spat back to his younger brother.

"We both know that between us, I'm not the one who lets family burn to death."

There was a pronounced way that Seth took his breaths. He wasn't panting but clearly in an agitated state. Pure contempt colored his gaze at his brother. Richie had been the one to abandon him, the one to go against agreed upon plans--costing not one but two lives of people-- “No!”

Kate was all that kept the focus somewhere other than another fight. His glare panned to her but she stood her ground. It wasn't exactly as if Seth was going to argue. They needed to leave. It was what he had said repeatedly. If there would be anyone to stop them, they would've piped up before knocking the last two men out.

"Lights coming in from that side. Stay on the right of us. Hold the sheets over you like you're trying to keep rain off you. Give me your gun," he told Richie as they looked to the exit. Seth looked to Kate. "Pick up what those two have and get some footwear on. We don't know what's out there."

"Not my term" She'd never really bought into the idea that they were Gods. Rose figured it was like what Vala had told her about her home world. Alien's pretending to be Gods who enslaved people or something. It made about as much sense as anything else.

Her own relationship with 'God', if you could even call it that, was a complicated one before ever being taken from her home. She worked under the rule that she'd believe in God just enough to acknowledge he might exist, so long as he was cool with her sleeping in on Sundays.

"But you might as well eat while you can because this isn't the kind of kidnapping where your captors take care of you." And because Rose is only about one step up from Daryl in the 'how to win friends and influence people' level of socializing, she looks like she's going to disappear back towards the edge of the tent - at least if he doesn't try and engage her anyway.

Any other time and place and this would have devolved into a fist fight of epic proportions. That said, it would have likely already gone that route before Seth could really go this far, but bringing that up? In front of Kate, of all people?

It has his entire body going rigid, like he's just taken a swift kick to the balls, his breath caught in his throat. His jaw clenches so hard that it's a miracle none of his molars crack under the pressure, and he can feel his fangs pressing down on his tongue as they threaten to drop in his simmering anger.

And then Kate's voice breaks through both of their red hazes, and he's turning to look at her with a strange, private expression on his face. She has no reason to give a damn whether he goes along with them, not really. So is it that she actually does or is there another reason she's so adamant about keeping all of them together?

This time, Richie doesn't argue. He knows when to let something go, even temporarily, and he's lost his desire to bicker. "Here." He hands over the gun and his extra clip, readjusting his makeshift clothes while they wait for Kate to find some shoes.

And she did catch Seth’s words, confusion stirring in her hazel-green eyes as she saw the effect they had on Richie. She’d thought things between her and Scott had become as bad as they could possibly be and yet watching the way Seth and Richie lashed out at each other. This was so much more than what she’d seen in Seth before they’d parted ways.

Their apparent hatred was what gave her hope at least. You don’t get that angry at somebody who meant nothing to you and while Seth was barely keeping control of his emotions, at least he wasn’t trying to leave Richie behind. It was about the only thing that made being caught in the middle of their venom, bearable; the knowledge that there was still a real chance they could work things out.

Rather than argue with Seth, she did as she was told. The shoes were much too large for her but good enough to keep her from hurting herself and while she glanced in Richie’s direction, Kate can’t quite bring herself to meet his gaze head on; Feeling like she was intruding just by bearing witness to their arguing.

“Let's just go, okay.” Her voice pitched low to Seth as she tried to channel a softer tone. As if somehow that might be enough to quiet his fury.

"I don't need anybody to take care of me." He had more than one way of hunting and more expertise than most, but just to make a show of it Daryl picks up the cleanest piece of pineapple he's ever seen (to date) and pops it in his mouth. Enough people had been eating for a long enough time that he knew whatever could happen would have already happened.

"So how many hostage situations have you found yourself in." Daryl is still chewing, wiping sticky juices off on his leather lapels. He's always been good at reading people, and he could tell by looking at her it was more than just here, it had to be because she wore the face of someone that's had to hoof it out of this sort of situation more than once.

[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.

Different realities with similar characters. It made sense, in a way that would probably make Alec's head hurt if he tried to puzzle through it. They were Magnus and Alec, just not the ones that the other knew. Different histories but still drawn together from the way Magnus reacted to seeing him.

As soon as he felt Magnus' magic, he knew that there was something slightly different. It was subtle that he probably wouldn't have picked up if they hadn't shared strength so often or if Alec hadn't lived in the same apartment as the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Magnus' magic always seemed to recognize him, welcoming him in a way that said 'home' just as much as small, affectionate gestures they shared now that they were mending their relationship.

Different themes... maybe that was the best way to consider the difference in magic. While his Magnus' magic slid over him whenever he directed it toward Alec, this version was almost sparked along his skin. The way it had when Magnus had healed him months ago.

Even if the memory was of pain and heartbreak, it allowed Alec to relax enough to let Magnus into his mind. Momentarily at least since the first image didn't make sense. Nor the second since Alec had been the one to take the risk, asking Magnus on their first date, never denying his attraction except to hide from his parents and the Clave's scrutiny. He twitched beneath Magnus' hands when he saw a kiss with them both dressed for a wedding. Wedding? Not Jocelyns. Were they were married in the world Magnus was from?

The twitch turned to a shiver and a pained sound when he saw Max. No glasses, but the same face, the same curiosity. The rest was a blur of confusion that he really couldn't absorb since Max was the only thing he could focus on. Max was alive. He was safe. It didn't happen in that world.

Alec felt Magnus' magic slip away, automatically wrapping his arms around Magnus' waist. Pulling him close, he tried to steady him but then realized he was shaking. Pressing his face to Magnus' neck, he let out a shuddering breath. "He's alive in your world."

No, she supposed he didn't, at least not from looking at him. Between the crossbow and his general demeanor? She'd seen enough people come and go to pick the survivors from the ones who were in over their heads. Barely two minutes in and she could figure which one he was.

"Too many." An edge to her voice that confirms his suspicions as Rose's hand automatically brushes the knife at her thigh. It was a comforting reminder, knowing that if it came to it she was prepared. "Though this is the first time I've been kidnapped from a kidnapping so I guess I can still be surprised."

"And you still made it out with your knife? Damn." She either got lucky or these so-called gods afforded her the same opportunity they gave him. Pretty much a spit in the face, fuck you, to anybody that might want something reasonable as far as answers were concerned.

"And? You've got more to tell, and I'm not saying that just 'cause I'm interested." She had the seasoned look of a person already familiar with the terrain. Even if she didn't have the knife she would've stood out from all the other civilians. "Sharing is caring." Another piece of fruit goes in his mouth, this time a grape, and he holds his plate over to her, just to punctuate what he meant by that. If the food really isn't a problem she won't mind making him feel better about it.

The argument finally came to a stop. Seth had no illusions of it being over, just benched for the time being. They had bigger problems at hand. It wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last that he and his brother were at odds. ...Maybe not to the extent of their current level of anger but they were still working together for the time being. It'd have to suffice.

One thing that drew his attention aside from an escape (and making sure Kate was covered) were phones--or devices that looked like smart phones with every smock. Seth swiped a few as they made their way out. The gun that Richie gave him with the extra clip were tucked into his makeshift waistband.

He handed off the phones to Kate then grabbed the semi-automatic out of his waistline as they neared what looked to be a temple exit. "Stay close," was the last Seth uttered with a final glance back before stepping into the bright daylight. His eyes squinted to adjust while moving forward.

"Any of this hitting you?" he asked Richie then glanced to make sure no part of his brother was starting to singe. The truth was that his younger brother was right. It was damn near impossible to maneuver in the shadow cast. If his feet were hot in the sun, he could only imagine Richie's.

"Not yet."

His voice sounds tense from behind them, Richie bringing up the rear to keep Kate between them. His eyes were already squinting in expectation, the sun bright and high in the sky, and he knows damn well that this is gonna fucking sting no matter how much he tries to avoid it.

And yet, he didn't feel the sting of it, or hear the sound of flesh burning as smoke rose off of it. Just warmth and light, so maybe he'd done a decent enough job.

"Keep going. If it starts to get to me, I can hold it back for a little while."

He kept two of the sheets draped over his head almost like a tent, feeling a little idiotic about the whole thing, and it was fucking hard to keep hold of the thing without his fingers being exposed to the sun.

In fact, he wasn't entirely covered. Sunlight shone on tiny patches of skin as he moved in places he couldn't quite see, and yet it didn't seem to do, well, anything.

Emma got tears in her eyes everytime she thought of August lying dead in the street. Her hand instinctively went to cover his. She thought that she had hated Tamara before, and she did for what the woman did to Neal, but seeing August in pain was almost more than Emma could bear.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop her before she hurt you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to believe. It is my biggest regret you know?"

"A knife is really only useful in a kidnapping when you can get close enough to your captors to use it." And around here and back in Atia? That was impossible. She half felt like they allowed her to keep it as a means of tormenting her, just like the necklace she wore around her neck, the ring on the chain that was tucked beneath her toga.

Rose eyes the plate he offers, then him for a moment longer. Reluctance there but perhaps not for the reasons he might expect. Crossbow or no, she wasn't worried about whether she could take him or not. Rose was deadly, with or without her knife but what he offered (without knowing it), was the simplicity of conversation and while most people would be open to it, for Rose that was a far more complicated issue. Every time she got close to somebody in Atia, they were taken away and now here in Pathema? Did she really want to start all that again?

Still, she hadn't eaten and unlike Daryl? Rose had never had to fend for herself. She'd lived on take-out for four years straight. She wasn't going to last very long unless she picked up a skill or three.

Rose's gaze swept the tent once more, reassuring herself that nothing had changed from the last check before moving closer to Daryl, positioning herself so that she still had a good view of her surroundings before taking a strawberry off his plate.

"There was another island like this one. Atia." It was only once she bit into the fruit that she realized just how hungry she was, her tongue snaking out to capture the juices that still clung to her lips before continuing.

"Collars, sex or die, the whole nine yards. It was run by this would be God, also named Atia." Rose all but rolling her eyes at that bit of vanity. "Until one day, she throws a hissy fit and announces we're all going home." She reaches for another piece of fruit, looking at it long and hard, Rose clearly not as trusting of the food as she'd suggested Daryl could be. "So after four years there I think I'm finally going to go back to my life only, I wake up naked on the floor with nothing but this thing to keep me covered."

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?"

It was a small comfort at least to know that they both cared for the other; Magnus wasn't sure he'd be able to handle an Alec with no romantic interest in him, given the step they had just taken together in his world. But luckily they didn't have to worry about that hurdle right now, instead focusing on the differences in their dimensions and histories rather than their relationship.

Though Magnus hadn't performed extensive magic on his Alec, he could sense a difference as well. When they had first shared strength to keep Luke alive, Magnus had felt the Shadowhunter's energy flowing through him and mingling with his own magic. It had been intoxicating, and perhaps one of the many reasons he'd been so intrigued by Alec to begin with. Though he was concentrating on keeping away from Alec's energy now, he couldn't help the way his magic lapped at the edges and picked up nuances in its feeling.

The noise Alec made and the grief that suddenly washed over him nearly broke the connection in how it startled Magnus. There had been difficulties in their relationship, and he couldn't keep his sorrow from the memories of the night of Max's party, but he hadn't expected such a reaction from Alec. He managed to hold on to the end, thankful for the strong arms helping him stay upright as he panted for breath. He hadn't been so drained by a spell in a long time, especially one which was normally so simple.

Parting his lips to ask, he stopped when Alec buried his face against his shoulder and spoke first. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, the two of them holding each other up as both threatened to fall. Running his fingers through Alec's hair, he made a soft sound to try and sooth him. At first he'd thought that Alec might have picked up on Magnus' grief from seeing him on the edge of the roof that night, but instead the trigger had been someone else. "Oh Alexander," he said softly, kissing his temple. "I'm so sorry."

Finally that was something she wouldn’t argue with them about, Kate in no hurry to rush ahead or get separated and so she took what looked like a phone from Seth and fell into step at his heels, the shadow cast by his body at least enough to keep the glare out of her eyes. The hot sun licked at her bare shoulders, felt too hot against the top of her head and she couldn’t help but shoot a furtive glance over her shoulder, half expecting to see the smoke rising up from Richie’s skin like it had with Rafa.

There was nothing, though. Not even a wisp of it and Kate’s footsteps faltered as she found herself staring at him, almost running into Seth in the process. “Are you alright?” But she sounded more confused than concerned. Kate hardly considered herself an expert when it came to Culebra physiology but she’d seen what even minimal exposure could do. The sun was high in the sky and it wasn’t like they had an abundance of shadows to stick to.

With her sheet tucked in place, like a towel, Kate’s free hand reached out to touch Seth’s back, trying both to draw his attention back to Richie and keep herself from steering off course.

“Something’s not right.” But again, it wasn’t a bad difference but it was the kind that they were all familiar with, Kate’s mind going back to another Temple now, the one beneath The Twister.

"How many people like you? Who already know the lay of the land."

It's obvious what that means to him if she's been here before she knew more about it all than anyone else did. He could see she was feeling a lot more than she was letting him see, and that was the only thing keeping him cordial right now. That, and the warmth in his belly. When she starts slowing down with the fruit the plate finds a vacant spot of floor where it won't be crushed underfoot.

"So far no one else has the same amount of know-how." Or at least is as accepting of where they are. Looking around, all he's seeing is people trying to get more lost than they already were. "Any proof these so-called gods are actually what they say?"

He found out the hard way that the neck gear wouldn't come off. He tried several times in several different ways but all it got him was a tighter fashion statement and a shorter fuse.

"There's a few faces I recognize but..." She shook her head. It wasn't like before, when she had people she knew she could trust. The kind of people who'd drive out and collect her when she'd gotten stuck in the forest for a week or more. "I think most people managed to get home."

A bitter bark of laughter escaped, Rose's tongue rolling out to grab the last traces of juice from her lips. "Not sure know-how is really going to be much help." She knew the rules, she supposed. She didn't have to go through the agony that she had when she first got to Atia, the whole coming to terms with their definition of 'worship'.

"You mean other than what they can do?" She lifted her shoulder in a shrug, leaning back as she almost appeared to relax; about as much as Rose ever did anyway.

"You'll see once the head games start." And they would start, she was sure of that. "One day it's business as usual and the next? A rain storm will come and you're jumping the first person you see or... you wake up in bed with somebody you're sure is you're husband or wife only, you've probably barely said two words to them before."

So, she's out of her element too and even though Daryl doesn't like to see other people suffering it's refreshing to know he's not alone. Despite the commotion around them, Daryl's only fixated on Rose. Whatever else might be happening around them didn't matter, because Rose was giving him information and that's what kept people alive where he's from.

Instead of asking any more questions Daryl stifles a laugh. Whatever force brought him here, out of mountains of bodies, and cold hard steel- struggling every fucking minute of every fucking day still underestimated his ability to produce results.

"So head games and head games." If some omnipotent force was treating people like cattle and running them through drills the very least they could do was give them more to go off of. Hell, he's met sociopaths with better bedside manner. "What are you gonna do?"

Now he's leveling with her. She's been somewhere like this before, knows all the history, and had her share of losses. She might cover it up fine enough but that doesn't mean she's not weighing her options and he'd much rather be on the side of things with experience.

She laughed at that and there was even a real measure of humor in it, her eyebrows raising as her fingers combed through her long, dark hair.

"That's one way of putting it alright." She found you got a sense of how somebody would do, whether they were likely to adapt or crack and she'd been talking with him for all of five minutes, and already she knew which one he was. If you didn't learn how to laugh around here, you'd spend the whole time shaking and crying.

"What am I going to do..." She repeated, a sigh passing her lips. Rose knew the answer to that one already but she hated the idea of saying it out loud. She remembered all too well what it was like to come here and want nothing more than to fight, kick, scream and bite your way off the island. It takes a while for reality to set in.

"Watch. Wait. It's all you really can do. I'm not saying I won't take my chances in trying to get out of here but you fight back, they kill you. You die you lose your memories and I don't know about you? But I don't want to lose so much of myself that I forget why I want out of here." It felt as shitty to say it as it no doubt sounded but it was their reality now.

Her apology took him by surprised and he shook his head, trying to soothe away her guilt.

"None of that was your fault, Emma. I was the one responsible."

Between listening to Richie and Kate--the tone to their words more than the words themselves, Seth was close to turning around even before Kate's touch. He pivoted in place to look directly at his younger brother. His brow knit together just before doing what was necessary.

He brought one of the guns in hand toward the material in Richie's grip, moving the cover just enough to let sunlight hit his brother's torso directly. "Not a damn thing. Can you even fang out?" Seth curiously asked while staying forever mindful of Kate. It wasn't even a conscious decision, sidestepping and getting between her and the younger Gecko.

"We're in a dream. It's the only thing that makes sense." Seth turned to Kate, hyper-aware of her proximity. Maybe he missed the mark in the height department but he had enough to tower over her just enough where his sense of smell could catch her scent. Kate didn't always seem to use the same shampoo but there was a scent specifically hers.

His eyes watched her intently, fighting the urge to get lost in the gaze of her lighter set. She wasn't dead. Seth didn't want this to be a dream but what else could he think of with her there and his brother not burning up in the sun? Sure, an ideal dream would've had Richie apologizing and the three pulling off a heist but this one had just started. And they each had guns.

Richie's brows furrow as well between the two of them suddenly being hyper-concerned about him, only to look down and see sunlight splashing across his stomach. His muscles tense instinctively, his breath catching as he waits for pain, but nothing happens. It's warm, it's bright, and it isn't burning him.

"What the fuck?"

He says it almost softly, though. He'd be lying if he said he didn't kind of miss the heat of the sun, being able to step out into the light. And anyone would be crazy if they said it wasn't a pain in the ass to avoid it. It was a pretty debilitating weakness at times, something they had to accept in exchange for some of the perks of being what he was.

Richie's eyes meet Seth's, flicking to reptilian slits, his mouth opening as he experimentally lets his fangs drop before they retract again. A quick blink and his eyes are blue.

He lowers the sheet around his head slowly, as if waiting for the burning to start, but eventually it settles around his shoulders as he squints his eyes against the brightness, still obviously confused by this as much as either of them.

"It doesn't feel like one." He's looking over at Kate now, too. She looks real, sounds it too. He only looks away once he's halfway through starting to talk to his brother again. "Feel like getting pinched, brother?"

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