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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[toten_sie]

Is there vegetables?

[blonde_beta]

I think there's some of everything. I'll go look and bring some stuff back, okay? [Because he's been way too nice already and at least he won't have to deal with people looking at him. ]

[toten_sie]

[ He nods again. ]

Okay.

I'll be here.

[blonde_beta]

[ Erica's gone a second later, toga probably shorter than it should be but it works, and she fills a couple of plates with what vegetables she can find before coming back to settle beside him and handed them over. ]

Seems like they had plenty.

[jolting]

Victor admired the Greeks for their philosophy, but not so much their wardrobe. "I'd rather be in my suit or scrubs," he said. "But you still look sexy," he added.

[toten_sie]

[ He'll take one of them, and start noshing on the carrots. ]

Thank you.

/SCREAMS

[widow_of_the_crag]

Jeyne didn't make it a habit to walk past the temple. The memories there were mixed with fear and concern. There had been little to ease her mind, save that the rest she arrived with were stuck in this world, just as she was. The home she was provided was small, forcing her to find a means to make the place cheery and continue to keep her spirits raised. She had felt despair once before, when she had received the news of her husband's death. It had been a darkness that had threatened to suffocate her, pulling her into the grave alongside Robb. She could either sink or swim, and it was the belief that Robb would wish her to continue living, that pushed her into forced optimism.

This was all she had. Perhaps it was better than she gave it credit for. She was away from Westeros, away from her family. Save for the collar, this place could almost match the Westerlands. There was a coast, there were herbs to gather and people to care for. She could make some sort of life in this place, allowed to live without the threat of a forced marriage or the lingering reminder of what her mother had done. What else could she do?

The sun felt heated against her skin, glimmering in her hair and softening the brown curls to a sandy blonde. She had tied back her curls and wrapped a coral tunic around herself, secured by a makeshift pin made from a shell. It was shorter than she was used to, displaying her legs and making her feel almost brazen and reckless. Simply one more adventure to be had. In her arms was a basket filled with wildflowers of differing shades, some bearing properties that she could use in her herbal mixtures and salves. The rest were to brighten the bare walls of her hovel.

As she turned the corner, nearing the temple, the sun burned against her gaze. She raised her hand, shielding her eyes as she spied the outline of a figure in the distance, wandering with the same dazed expression she had once. "Hello?" She called out, ducking her head so that she might see him out of the glare of the sunlight. "Are you lost?"

[putuporshutup]

"Thanks, baby. For what it's worth, I think you look good in anything. Or nothing." Her elbow nudged his playfully. She put together a small plate and began nibbling at the finger food as they stood chatting. Meg took a bite of a stuffed grape leaf and offered to feed him the other half.

Re: Robb Stark | aoiaf

[notthatblonde]

Felicity was out in front of the temple, but she wasn't looking at the temple, she wasn't looking at the temple, however, she was looking out over the water, her arms crossed lightly over her chest. The purple fabric of her toga, blew gently in the breeze.

She had been here for a few days already and still wondered how the hell she had gotten here. Felicity was used to being the one in the know, and here she just had to wait and she hated it.

She let out a long sigh.

[justice_4all]

'Holy shit' is all Oliver can think of at the moment. He really shouldn't be this surprised, he's met Da Vinci on that other island, but this takes the cake. At least, Da Vinci had existed for real, whereas Aramis was fiction. Come to life apparently. And even if this seems impossible, Oliver can't really stop himself from fanboying on the inside.

On the outside, though, he's simply grinning as he shakes his head:

"I'm American, and really not from your century. Let's just say that you've left your mark on history, that's how I know your name and who you are." It's not the exact truth, but it's not a lie either.

[jolting]

Victor allowed her to feed him the grape leaf. "You're in a mood," he noted. Not that this was uncommon, but he couldn't help but wonder if the alcohol was helping speed up the process a bit.

[justice_4all]

Oliver gave her a bewildered look: "You've never been to a toga party before?"

It's a question that might be a stupid one: he knows not all people come from a world similar to his own. He shrugs lightly:

"I guess this is the Greek version of a toga party," nevermind the fact that the Greeks were the ones who had started the whole toga trend, "but there's a few drunken frat boys missing to this one," he added with humor. And yes, before you ask Johanna, Oliver has been one of those drunk frat boys in his youth.

"Not at all?" Although, from her scowl, it was a given. "So what do you do for fun, hum?"

[putuporshutup]

"When am I not?" she countered, making prolonged eye contact as she licked a bit of dip off of a finger. She had been well on her way to intentionally blacking out, but with Victor there, she could just relax and enjoy herself until the inevitable hangover set in. Even a few bites of food made her feel like the room was spinning less, and her appetite was slowly returning as she sampled the various offerings. She was still flushed and definitely in a mood as he put it, and she found herself enjoying the beach and the ambiance more and more, especially in present company.

[wolvelihood]

Are you serious? It's alive? [He laughs because he doesn't want to be true, she has to be joking about that.

Looking over at her as she compliments him, he glances behind himself like she had been talking to someone else. When he sees that no one is there, he turns back to her with a blush and a goofy smile. Scott is more confident about his looks now, but it's not as if people come up to him and call him hot all the time. Or ever, really. He responds in kind when he blurts out] Me? But you're so pretty.

[Smooth. He snaps his mouth shut and contemplates leaving, but when she starts visibly freaking out, he reaches out and gently grabs her shoulder.] Hey, it's alright. Relax. [He smiles, intensely reminded of his best friend at the way she rambles.] We can be friends, that's kind of the point of the party, right? Is it your first time here?

[9601]

He clocks that step back, like a skittish doe suddenly aware of a threat. Guilt flares hot in his gut.

"You just do." Flat. A thought occurs to him- "Wait a second, I thought they nullified our gifts on the ride in. Can you still-"

Logan brings a hand up aside his head, fingers waving. Can you still read people's thoughts? a question he asks inwardly and through the gesture.

togaaaaa

[9601]

[ Logan Howlett is not a clairvoyant by any stretch of the imagination, but he has a knack for predicting the worst anyway. Sometimes it even comes true.

What was it he'd said to Storm? 'What if the rest of the school is dumped here'?

He should keep his fucking mouth shut.

Anyway this kid looks familiar, none of it in a good way. ]

Summers?

[ Please don't turn around, kid. ]

[gottawearshades]

[ He turns, because of course he turns, because yeah, he's here, what do you want from him? He's halfway through a 'Yeah, what do you-' when he sees Logan and literally jumps back a little. Which is fair, given that his current experience with the other man largely consists of walking through the remains of his killing spree and watching him stare back bug eyed at him while being vaguely creepy about his...

Jean. About Jean.

He settles pretty fast when he notices that crazy murder maniac is relatively well groomed, not covered in blood or holes, and doesn't seem to have his death claws out. Then he's slouching a little and giving the guy a bit of a flat look and an even flatter tone. ]

Guilty as charged. What do you want?

[ What? The guy said his name like HE was the problem. It doesn't really do wonders for his attitude. ]

[jolting]

"Point taken." He kissed her forehead lovingly, letting her eat without interruption. He helped himself to some food while he was at it, thoughtfully surveying the rest of the party. There did seem to be a few familiar faces in the mix. Did they all remember Atia, or were they going to deal with memory discrepancies again?

[9601]

[ ...okay so he's two for two in getting "Holy shit this guy is gonna make my intestines into balloon animals" recoils from the young X-Men here, what the fuck.

Logan rolls his eyes. He doesn't have time for this, and snaps, ]

For you to cut it out with the snippy teenage bravado shit, all right? Look, I'm with the Professor, you want off this island or not?

Rebecca Bunch | Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

[more_nuanced]

arrival

[ She really really really wishes that waking up naked in a strange place wasn't something that gave her deja vu more than anything else but that's what happens when you party with the AEPI just a little too hard during your college years. Honestly, in a life full of many many regrets, that's so far down the list, it's barely negligible.

Naked. Yes. That's... startling. Kiiiind of creepy. Definitely nonconsentual? Like, who took them off and where are they and why did it happen and what is she doing here and why is her cell phone reception completely caput?

Hopefully Paula could find her. Well, Paula would find her. She has the utmost faith in her Momma bear, but hopefully Paula would find her soon. Though oooh- those are clothes.

Those are... kiiiind of clothes, but okay, she can work this, she can work this, think of it like a trendy new summer dress. YES. She's working this. It's even cut in the front to show off her boobs pretty well. WIN. A little short, but not too short, not a bad cut for her, really. Okay, she can deal with this. The sandals, though, ugh, no, definitely nothing good for her there. As if her calves needed help looking chunky...

Now, where the hell is she? ]

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

toga party

[ Now this is totally her place, totally her thing. Toga party, man, she'd been a hit back at school. There wasn't a frat boy around who didn't want to hang with her and okay, maybe she had a certain reputation but who cares? She didn't care. Why would she care? Especially here? After all, this place was allll about the free love, other than the whole bondage necklace THING which was really some sort of human rights violation and the day that she finds a proper court to bring Eros up on charges, WOOO boy is she on that like some sort of simile that isn't as racist as most of the ones immediately coming to mind, wow, internalization is a hell of a drug, huh?

ANYWAY, party time, right? Time to let looooose and drink some drink, maybe do a little dancing or... or not, you know, if no one wants to dance, they don't want to dance that's just fine, that's JUST fine, she's just going to... going to chill out on these pillows and look FIIIIINE but not like, mental heath fine, obviously, who'd even question that? No, 'FINE' like a finely aged wine. Fine. Yup. ]

network

Now, I'm not saying I'd WANT to do this or anything, but if you, say, you kind of wish a certain person would come to live with you here in greek god fuck paradise... has anyone found a good way to make that happen? Does Eros take REQUESTS? I mean, I can promise, I mean PROMISE, that there'll be p-l-e-n-t-y of sex for that one. Lots. Totally.

Just asking for a friend. A here-friend. Like you do.

[greyate]

[ She gives him a flat look that says 'Don't even', ]

You don't have to.

[ Then she shrugs, thinking about the housing and how everyone's nearly looks the same. ]

Yeah, I guess. I mean, they're all pretty nice. Old. Way old and not in any way what I'm used to but nice. It seems the same in every area.

[ Except that one area they aren't allowed in. ]

[greyate]

Even without her telepathy, Jean knows she's probably going to get caught in her lie. (Still a lie even by omission, she can practically hear it in the Professor's voice).

But she's still going to make a guess, even if the confusion is on her face at his gesturing.

"I can still move things, yeah." And vaguely pick up what other people are feeling. Not as strongly as she used to. Jean still hasn't decided if that is a benefit or not here. "Not as much as I did back home but..." She shrugs; it's something at least.

[notthatblonde]

[Felicity tried her best to keep a straight face, she really, really did. But no go, finally the smile that lit up her face on a regular basis made an appearance. It started out as a tiny bubble of laughter, that developed into a full blown giggle. ]

Sorry... I'm sorry but you're so cute when you blush.... no, they didn't move. I think they are tasty, but I stress eat, which you did not need to know. [She pauses taking a breath. ]

Apparently, I also have no filter. Okay, yes..... friends is good. I'm Felicity.... Felicity Smoak.... yeah I'm new. What was your first clue?

Re: Arrival

[notthatblonde]

Felicity hadn't even noticed his cane, that is until he tapped it. She was too captivated with his hair. What? Can hair totally be sexy? Felicity decided as she looked at Matt, that yes it most certainly could. Then she made the mistake of looking him up and down, her jaw dropped. He had such muscle definition.

"Holy muscles Batman," She exclaimed, blushing furiously, suddenly glad Matt couldn't see, but she had still spoken that last part out loud.

Crapballs.

"I don't suppose you could just forget this entire conversation?"

Re: Toga Party

[notthatblonde]

"What gave me away?" Felicity laughed softly, reaching her hand out, squeezing his bicep slightly. "Oh wow, how do your clothes fit?" She asked. Felicity winced slightly, as she replayed her question in her head. "I just said that out loud again didn't I?" She stated.

"Yep, I really have to stop doing that, but knowing me, that's not going to happen, and it will only get worse." She smiled at Jake then. "Hi Jake, I'm Felicity, Felicity Smoak. How long have you been here?"