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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.

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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"Not so familiar to me," Sansa points out. "Who would do such a thing? Do you know who our captors are?"

If he knows, then that is valuable information that she can use, hopefully, as leverage to get out of the bondage she currently finds herself subjected to.

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."

And the psychotic mind controller managed to make Luke even angrier. Side dish?

“Look, you son of a bitch—“ There was never a good time to wear a toga but this had to be the absolute worse. Luke wasn’t even sure if his was on right. He had mostly wrapped it around his waist then threw the extra over the shoulder before the voice called and prompted him to turn around. Now face to face with Kilgrave who only seemed to half control him. “—You’re dead. Were dead for a whole year or close to it before waking up to…whatever this is!”

Why did it even bother him to be called a side dish? Jones wasn’t in his life. Luke had decided it was best for both of them. If this was a dream, it was the shittiest he’d had in a long while. Then again, he nearly snapped Killgrave’s neck. Being talked at to move back wasn’t working either.

"Lys or Volantis?" These words meant nothing to him. "Is that in the Eastern Ocean?" He had thought he had found all of the lands that lay past the Lone Islands. It was possible that there was something south or north. Their steady course hadn't allowed much deviation and much of the time that they sailed, it was when they were fleeing something.

He touched his collar, loose and uncumbersome. There had been slave trade in the Lone Islands, it wasn't hard to imagine that the slave trade he had encountered there extended this far as well.

...Wherever this was.

"Are you a captive too, my lady?" Whatever fear he felt, it was put out of his mind. There was a lady in distress and he was obligated to help her.

"I woke in Eros' temple," he says. "They are gods from my world, and as such are powerful and uncaring of human wishes. He is the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Ares, the god of war. He reigns over sexual desire."

And is one god that Ganymede at least knew very well in his own world.

[but he's on video tho? Unless she's not? mun confused]

[ooc: Face to face, not video to video. In person.]

That was a weird way to greet him. "Uh, yeah?" He was a little confused; she knew he had turned back into his adult self. Unless this place did a weird thing with memories.

"I'm usually the one offering you the drink," he noted with a little smile. "And you know I'm never busy."

Unless you're a witch, it doesn't really make that much of a difference. And if you are a witch, you can look however you want, so you'd still be beautiful.

"They aren't anything like the gods from mine," Sansa says. The Seven don't care anything about desire and neither do the old gods. She thinks these must be gods like the ones across the Narrow Sea.

"I don't know how I got here. I don't remember anything before waking up in that temple."

"Across the Narrow Sea," Sansa replies. She doesn't know if that's the Eastern Ocean or not - it's not the Sunset Sea, which lies to the west of the Westerlands, so she supposes that's one way of naming it.

"I am captive. I don't know how I got here," she points out. "And this dress is strange to me. There's also this," she says, touching the sapphire at her throat lightly.

"It's not mine and I cannot remove it."

It's almost as though she's speaking another language, but it doesn't seem right to question a lady or doubt her word. He suspects as well, if he were to name several of the islands he had visited, she wouldn't know what he was saying either.

There was at least something else to focus on, other than his panic and frustration, which bubbled to the surface as he touched his collar. The gold chain and lion's head felt cold against his skin. There had to be a way to remove it, but it was something he would discover later, once he saw the lady to safety.

"We will find the means to escape this place, my lady. You can rely on my protection, I promise you." He held out his hand to her, struck by both her beauty and her grace.

"Are you a Lannister?" His chain is made of gold and it has a lion upon it. Such a device could only mean he was a Lannister. Still, this man doesn't have golden hair or green eyes so being a Lannister is not likely. It seems like up is down and right is left in this strange place.

"From House Lannister? Of Casterly Rock? Your device has a lion sigil," she says, taking his hand. "That's the sigil of their house."

"I don't know these 'Lannisters of Casterly Rock'. I am Caspian, King of Narnia." He touched the lion once more, wishing desperately that Aslan would suddenly appear. A simple roar and the collars would fall from their necks.

But Aslan couldn't save them all the time. This was a test and it was for him to find his way free. He had to believe that, otherwise...hope would be lost.

"The lion represents Aslan, I think." He hopes. "Are these 'Lannisters' responsible for bringing you here?"

"I don't know," Sansa says. It appears to be the only thing she can say and she feels for all the world like the little bird that the Hound used to accuse her of being. She shrugs one shoulder, causing the toga to slip down further than what she was comfortable with. She hates this garment.

"They held me captive in the capital for a long time but I got away. I've been at the Eyrie for a while now but I just rode north again, to Winterfell. It's not a place I would guess you know, is it? I don't know Narnia."

She presses her lips together. "I'm Sansa, of House Stark. I'm to be married again to Lord Bolton but Winterfell is my home. It's my castle. I should technically be a queen, your Grace."

If he had a cloak, he would offer it to her. Instinctively, he reaches for one, only to remember that he is also in the strange garment. He only had his sword, which was at least a small comfort. Even if he is without his clothes, he had a means to protect himself and Sansa.

"If they are here, I promise that I will not let them capture you again." Though whether or not that was feasible wasn't a certainty. Were they not already prisoners? It wasn't as though he could tear the collars from their necks and find the nearest ship. He'd have to be patient and bide his time.

"Your highness," he bows deeply. "I was on my ship, the Dawn Treader, before I woke in this place. I don't know how I came to be here, but perhaps it is somewhere nearby. There is a chance that they might find me here."

[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]

Aramis has been observing, watching the event around him. It hasn't stopped him from partaking in the drinking, mind, or from flirting either. The latter comes as naturally as breathing for him, and despite the fact that he is somewhere completely unknown, that hasn't changed. Yet he isn't too happy about the situation, but for now there is little to be done. He will gather what information that he can and work with that.

The bump does take him by surprise, causing him to take a bigger gulp of wine than he intended. Not one to waste it though, he sputters, swallowing, before his attention shifts. "No, no. Quite all right, my friend. Not a drop spilled, after all."

"Be glad," Ganymede replies. "They like to toy with mortal lives, and sometimes take mortals as lovers. Rather more literally than most think of it."

He doesn't outright say that he was, personally, but the look on his face suggests he knows slightly more than he's saying. "Nor do I. I was in my own bed, but the man I was with...did not join me. I don't know why we're here." But it doesn't look good.

The more evidence stacked up that Kilgrave wasn't in exact control of this situation, the more uncomfortable and nervous he became.

He scrambled up, inadvertently giving Luke a good look at his pasty white butt as he did so.

"Wishful thinking, I'm sure." He didn't remember dying, anyway. "I'm glad you made it through," he added, the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

He started walking sideways, hoping Luke would just... stay there while he made an awkward slow-moving escape.

Oliver couldn't help himself and chuckled at the brunette's words before flashing her a smug smile:

"Well, I'm not most men, so I suppose a 'simple' hello is not good enough for me to catch a woman's attention. After all, a gorgeous woman such as yourself deserves far better than just a 'hello', don't you think?" It seemed that flirting was a game Oliver played often, and rather enjoyed as well.

He watched as the young woman sat back, making herself comfortable in the pillows in the tent they found each other in, and Oliver raised an eyebrow slowly at her. He reached for a new glass of wine as well and move to sit beside her before he leaned on his side, his head facing the brunette's.

"Sunshine, if being keeping you company is a punishment to anyone, then you clearly haven't been frequenting the right people."

He put his glass on a close by low table and offered her his hand: "Oliver Queen."

Oliver cringes slightly as he hears sputters, not wanting anyone to choke on his watch. He turns just in time to see the other man swallow the rest of his wine in a big gulp, and he raises both eyebrows in surprise. But it's the man's words that mkes him laugh slightly:

"I'm glad to know that your priorities are in the right place," he teases as he reaches for another glass for the other man.

"I'm Oliver Queen," he says as he offers up the glass.

Johanna was glowering at the side of one of the tents, the sheet she'd been left draped loosely around her slender frame. Like she knew how she was suppose to wear it and the one person who had attempted to help her with it at the temple had stumbled off with a black eye and a busted lip.

She shook her head and with a suspicious look around, she slowly made her way towards the alcohol. She needed it and a lot of it. She hadn't gone very far when she felt someone bump right into her. Her lips pressed together in annoyance and she was quickly slapping the man's hands away from her.

"No shit. Maybe you should try doing that."

She's easily noticeable in the crowd with her red hair, though in the evening light, they seemed more like the copper of the Tully family, and Jon feels the familiar pang in his heart that is there when he thinks of family. He's just found Sansa again, only to be brought here. Even if he thinks she's not Sansa, Jon walks over to whom he think is Jean, because she's one of the very few he knows on this island, and he's long learned that friends should be kept very close.

He smiles at her, opening his mouth to greet when she throws her arms around him. The tight hug comes at a completely surprise, and makes Jon chuckle:

"Jean! How much in your cups are you?"

Her question seems strange, but he shrugs his answers: "I walked from the temple?"

Jon can not help but to wonder if the wine was spiked as he feared, with how strange the young mutant was.

"Do you want to search for the ship, my lord? I would come with you," Sansa promises. He seems trustworthy, for as little as she knows him, and while she is wary to trust men these days she has to trust someone if she aims to get out of this place.

"I would rather sail on a ship to a foreign land than to be made a slave in this one. I've never been a slave before and I don't intend to start."

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