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

Comments

[tasermaiden]

[Yeeeeah, he's going to get a small shrug in return.]

I have so many questions about this entire situation. But this is the one I can kind of wrap my head around right now. And, c'mon, you have to admit that the tech divide here is downright weird.

[9601]

Sneaking up on the Wolverine is a decent way to get a few extra holes to breathe through, but the voice that startles him is one he intimately knows.

"Storm."

"Yeah, whatever-" Logan just hands over the whole flagon to the woman he'd been speaking to, splashing wine down the front of her prettily wrapped toga, and turns aside to pull his friend into a tight hug. The woman and her ruined toga? She stomps off in a huff.

"Christ, are you a sight for sore eyes. I thought I was the only one in this shitshow."

[nimbi]

Logan's reaction actually gets the first laugh out of her since she came to this island, his complete disregard of manners strangely comforting.

She wraps her arms around him in turn, and allows herself to lean against his solid frame, her head resting on his shoulder. Damn, but it's good to see him.

"Would it be bad of me to say that it's good to see you?"

She's not happy about a friend being trapped here, but it cannot be denied that it feels good to not be alone.

Toga

[blind_devil]

Matt was feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the smells and sounds of the party./ Half of what he was sensing he couldn't put a name to outside a fictional world and the other half was familiar, but he couldn't pick out what was what based on the other sensory imput he was struggling with.

He wandered over to one of the tents and breathed a deep sigh of relief as he sat down. To those who could see, Matt was an even six feet with red hair and blue eyes that seemed to look over you rather than at you. His toga was red with black piping around the bottom and his collar was weathered leather with a ruby and onyx cross hanging from the middle.

He could smell a woman next to him and he turned to smile at her. "I hope I'm not bothering you?

Toga

[blind_devil]

Matt does not like the man's tone of voice at all but he answers the question anyway. "Yes it's Matt," he replies and attempts to leave it at that. It should be noted that Matt's collar is leather rather than metal and it has a onyx and ruby cross hanging from it. "I would assume you have a name too," he adds, "or should I just call you Rude?"

[9601]

He's got a smarmy retort locked and loaded for that little remark, at least until she admits her name.

Then, well, Logan cycles through quite a few expressions: shock and mistrust; a kind of helpless sense of loss that's swiftly followed by what might be a flickering flame of appreciation, snuffed out fast by the dawn of mute apprehension, even disgust. The recognition at last, the electric jolt of a memory long-buried, and finally, finally, the smoldering anger.

He lets his glass of wine go, where it shatters and spills like blood against the white sand, and turns to walk his ass off the beach. He's going to go wring a god's neck, excuse him.

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[shiro_megane_kun]

A valid concern. [A faint, polite smile. There's no trace of recognition on his features.] I'm afraid I'm in a similar position myself, having access to limited funds. As a result, until I am able to acquire gainful employment or a line of credit, it would be difficult to purchase the raw materials for pro bono work. That said, I would not be opposed to bartering goods or services of roughly equivalent value.

In any event, even if an arrangement isn't tenable under present circumstances, certainly, that might change as more of us find ways to make a living, and if anyone would like to place a reservation for a future commission, as it were, I have no objections to such an arrangement.

That said, I am open, if you have any suggestions for alternative practices.

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[shiro_megane_kun]

I find it suspicious.

Investigation so far has indicated their medical facilities are likewise suspiciously advanced.

nobody's perfect, he can probably remove the flaw in a few more levels

[damegami]

[ Finally, someone who takes the goddess thing in stride! Maybe he'll make a good follower someday ♥ Aqua gestures around her neck. ]

For one thing, my hagoromo! He probably stole it, or left it back on the last world I was visiting. Even if it's not the same one, I'd feel naked without it! [ She shivers, then... glares? ] E-Ew, you'd better not imagine that!

yes because as KonoSuba teaches us flaws go away as you gain levels

[shiro_megane_kun]

[... He hadn't been. Until you brought it up, Aqua. Good job.]

[Though he's not quite so red-faced as he would have been once, her words definitely elicit a tinge of color on his cheeks as he reaches up to adjust his glasses, perhaps fussing with them more than strictly necessary.]

... A hagoromo. [The hagoromo identifies her, then, as one of the tennin of Japanese Buddhism. She's either going all in, she really believes it what she claims, whether it's true or not.] Could you be more specific regarding the details? Design, color? [Blue, he'd imagine. It does seem to be her predominant color scheme.]

[Traditionally, he thinks, hagoromo are feathered kimonos. Replicating that would be quite the challenge... not that he doesn't enjoy a challenge, but he's somewhat dubious as to whether a tennin would bother carrying around the available funds to cover the raw materials. Then again, she is gesturing towards her neck, like she's thinking of something more akin to a scarf – if they are from different worlds, which he isn't convinced of, perhaps there are differences in the details of Japanese Buddhism between his world and hers. After all, if she's truly a divnity, there would actually be celestial beings in her reality. Perhaps the religious practices there are simply more accurate.]

[theresalwayshope]

[Don't get your hopes up, Allison...don't get your hopes up...

When the feed comes on, a set of wide brown eyes fills a fragile looking face trying so hard to stay blank and neutrally friendly--and kind of failing at it.

Because she can't help it: Lydia's not here, no one is, and she's getting her hopes up.]

Ishida?...

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[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.

[shiro_megane_kun]

Yes?

[He peers back at her, inquisitive, mildly concerned. The way she says his name... she says his name like she knows him. There isn't any recognition, isn't the warmth of familiarity... but he does, at least, seem to be trying to place her, trying to remember.]

[He feels like he should say something, but he doesn't know what to say. She seems... fragile, and whatever he says might be the wrong thing – ]

even 5e doesn't have a system for buying off flaws yet, right? lame~~

[damegami]

[ It's so rare for her to have the upper hand, so she's just going to enjoy that reaction for a second. ]

Pink. Silk. About this big. [ Her arms stretch the length of her body and strain to go further. It's bigger than that fish someone claimed to catch. Thiiis huge. ] I don't need the rest of my old outfit as long as I have that! So, Mister Multiclass, does that sounds like something you can do?

[ Judging from the size and how fancy it ought to be... She wouldn't be able to drink for a week, at least. But he doesn't have to know that! There might always be a way to convince him to lower the price like crying or making a big to-do in public and, even if not, she'd just have to work harder. If you can't be divine anymore, you still have to look it! ]

In 3e I guess if you took a flaw to get a feat you could sack the flaw instead of getting a new feat

[shiro_megane_kun]

A pink silken scarf, then. Does it have any specific intricacies in its design? What shade of pink? Cherry blossom?

Certainly, it's within my abilities. [He pauses, grimacing. He hates saying this, because he's always held greed in a degree of distaste, but the simple fact of the matter is that if the funds aren't there, then they won't be able to get the necessary raw materials.] Silk isn't inexpensive, however.

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[clownin]

Okay. I got your number. What do you work, street fashion or formal wear? 'Cuz I gotta tell you, after this glorified pillow case I'm not wearing any dresses or skirts for a while.

What kinda place doesn't have gum?

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[shiro_megane_kun]

I'm not limited to either. Limitations are based mostly on available materials and expense. I assure you, though, it will take more than taking dresses and skirts off the table to leave me at wits' end. [He seems confident in his abilities, a faint smirk even tugging at his features.]

In my experience? The stranger places of the world, or beyond it.

sorry so late! Hope you’re still considering the game

[youcantfixme]

The last thing Luke gave a shit about was Kilgrave’s lily white ass. However, there was no disputing the fact that the son of a bitch wasn’t dead.

“Whatever bullshit this is, you’re not gonna get away with it. You hear me?!” The threat was uttered angrily as Luke stalked after the sociopath. “Where’s Jones?!"

[theresalwayshope]

[...he doesn't know her.

She knew it was possible, it was on Atia. It had happened to her, or so she'd been told when she first arrived. Now they were in this place, so similar but so different...

She had to check.

Holding her disappointment and sorrow in check, she offers up a small smile and does her best to shrug it off.]

It's an interesting name is all. You, uhm...you're a tailor? I was hoping you could help me make some pants for hunting.

[shiro_megane_kun]

[He can't help but think that, just for a moment, she looks crestfallen...]

[But perhaps that was only his imagination? Perhaps he's overthinking this.]

It's Japanese.

A doctor, with experience tailoring. [Or, if she prefers, an exorcist, with medical and tailoring expertise.] Certainly, I'd be happy to be of assistance.

[clownin]

No such thing as simple pleasures, huh? Just ... pleasures, these yoyos really need to get their priorities straight.

I'll swing by your establishment, and we'll work something out, sweetie. I've got expensive taste.

[shiro_megane_kun]

As recently as I've arrived, I'm afraid I've yet to establish a place of business beyond the dwelling I've been assigned. If that's a problem, however, we could meet at a place of your choosing.

[She said something along the lines of claiming credit for saving 'the whole damn city', so it seems fair to assume she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Still, if she would feel more secure meeting at a place of their choosing, it's no great inconvenience for him.]

[appetitive]

"He must be impressive, being taller than you," he said with a tone that was half teasing and half wistful. Magnus honestly had no insecurities about his size—he had enough confidence and charisma to fill a body twice his height—but it was interesting to imagine how their relationship could have changed in minute ways had he been taller.

His hand stilled, eyes widening as he stared at Alec. "Every Shadowhunter?" he repeated in disbelief. His Alec had been incredibly brave to not only stop his own wedding, but to also kiss Magnus as if to explain exactly why he hadn't gone through with marrying Lydia. To think that this Alec had done that on an even bigger scale was nothing short of legendary. Smiling at him in awe, he ran traced a finger over Alec's jaw. "Good to know your distaste for half-assed spans dimensions."

Sucking in a breath at how easily Alec trusted Magnus and his magic, he urged the flames to climb over his fingers and up his arm to trace over the runes there. "Not exactly," he said, watching the magic and the way it played over Alec's skin. "He's not so shy about kissing in public, but it's a recent development." They had kissed on the steps of the Institute after Valentine's attack, but everyone had been so busy rushing around that Magnus hadn't thought anyone had paid attention to them at the time.

"I first saw you—him—in my club," he replied, thinking back to that night and remembering the unexpected flare of attraction he'd had for the Shadowhunter. "I tried flirting and being coy, but he needed a direct approach to understand my interest." It had been frustrating and yet also charming at times given how innocent and unprepared Alec had been for Magnus' advances. His focus returning to Alec as his magic faded, he took his hand and held it tightly. "A few days," he echoed, thinking about how long his Alec had taken to allow himself to feel anything for Magnus. "I was asking him out for weeks before he said yes."

Chuckling at the comment but not pressing, Magnus averted his eyes to focus on their hands. This Alec and his version of Magnus sounded as if they'd already had a lifetime together, something he couldn't help envying. So much had happened in their world lately, and though they'd tried to find as much time for a relationship as possible it was difficult to juggle dating with world-saving. Magnus had hoped that there would be more time for that now that Valentine was in custody, but he'd woken up in this strange place with a different version of Alec. Suddenly sitting up straighter, his expression turned concerned. "He's alone there."

[angelic_archer]

Noticing Magnus' reaction, he couldn't stop himself from smirking. "We were about to fight a demon army. How could facing the Clave be worse than that?" That hadn't been the real reason, but it had been part of it. It would take to long to explain how he'd been too afraid to accept his feelings and Magnus had been afraid that he'd just been Alec's first fling. Later, once they knew more about their current situation, he'd tell him about what had driven him to break a few Laws in front of everyone. "And our interest in sexy, sexy warlocks." Magnus wouldn't understand the comment but Izzy's description of Magnus was correct.

"Being worried about PDA seemed pointless after that kiss and he took me to a few places where being gay wasn't something to hide. It made me realize that I didn't need to hide anymore." Maybe that was why he didn't mind the little touches that this Magnus was giving him, having to force himself not to react the way with his Magnus. "He does save most of the worst pet names for private." Jace would never let him live it down if Magnus called him sweet pea in front of him.

"A party for your cat. We were there because of Clary and I told you that it wasn't your fault who your parents were." Or specifically, who Magnus' father was. It'd take them hours to compare the differences. Which they might not have.

Looking at their joined hands, it wasn't as obvious that there were differences. The rings were different, missing the topaz that had become the only one he wore regularly because it matched Alec's eyes. He was about to speak when Magnus tensed. His fingers tightened around Magnus' even as he started scanning the area for a threat.

Then Magnus' realization settled over Alec. His Magnus was alone. He could be hurt. His father could... No. He trusted Magnus to protect himself. Alec wouldn't allow himself to panic until there was a reason to. "If he's there. He could be here. So could Magnus."

[clownin]

Do you have any fabric? I get that we're all fresh faced and unfamiliar but I ain't signing onto no deals that don't have a payout.