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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[littledhampir]

Oh... [A slight grimace touching her lips.]

Nobody has given you the spiel yet...

[She sighed, the humor fading from her features. Rose hated giving people the do's and don'ts of this place because people rarely took it well and almost always tried to shoot the messenger.]

Not hell, but close to it some days. That new piece of jewelry around your neck? [She runs a finger over the collar that wraps around her own.] Long story short, you have sex so it doesn't choke you to death.

[Maybe the problem with her explaining things, had something to do with her flippant delivery.]

[du_vallon]

C'mon, then, before you settle for something Athos would drink in the early hours of the morning.

[It'd be nice to have Athos here, admittedly, not just to have their friend, but also because when it comes to alcohol, Porthos pales in comparison to the man who drinks sometimes like it's his duty. He settles a hand on Aramis' shoulder to steer him through the crowd, using his height, width, and booming voice when necessary to make way, trying not to think about being away from home where he doesn't understand things]

Here, here's something.

[The glasses don't look much different, but it's got at least a slightly more gold look to the wine, so maybe it'll be better? Or maybe he's still just blinded by shiny things, yet]

[goodforsixthings]

[The flourish instantly reminds Isabela of the nobles of Orlais, and it makes her chuckle lightly. His words, however, are what makes her eyebrows raise with amusement:]

Oh Sweet Pea, I haven't been a lady in a very long time...[She says before drinking from he cup, her eyes trailing on his form, leaving no doubt on the meaning of her words.]

There's a few tricks I may be able to teach you, but my guess is that you are already well educated in the matter, hm?

[A man this handsome in a place like this? It's impossible to think he's not left a trail of warmed bodies behind him.]

[ex_toopolite626]

[He has missed them, missed the excitement and how his blood got flowing. He hasn't missed some aspects, but in the long run, Aramis knows that his choice to return is the right one. Poverty and chastity would not have bothered him, but obedience... He can admit that he lacks in that. And, well, he might not have been the happiest in the long run with chastity.

There is only that shake of his head, his lips curling in to a smile beneath his mustache.]

It was wet and it was alcoholic.

[Which had been enough for Aramis, although he wonders whether Porthos will ever let him live it down. Likely not. Yet, he would take it, day in and day out, if it meant having him around. Not that Aramis wouldn't give as good as he got.

Looking to the glass, Aramis raises his.]

Here's to the moment of truth.

[ex_toopolite626]

[There is little that is noble about Aramis, at least when it comes to his blood. As common as it can get, and perhaps more. Growing up in a brothel doesn't exactly bode well for that.

Yet, such humble beginnings have never stopped him.

She is bold, he would give her that, and it does entice and interest him. It also has him giving a laugh in turn.]

There is always more to learn.

[du_vallon]

[Porthos is going to have to work on getting Aramis' standards heightened just a little. Maybe it's all that time sitting and praying with other monks, which he doesn't like to think about because then he gets bitter and upset about being left to fight a war without the man he trusts above all others. Still, they've clearly neglected to keep his taste up to snuff]

If it poisons you, I promise to avenge your death.

[Not that he knows how you can avenge it against alcohol besides drinking a whole lot of it, but he's willing to pay that price, even if all the liquor does is give Aramis a mild hangover]

[ex_toopolite626]

[Aramis has standards, although they differ from those of Porthos, and more like than not, have gotten him in to trouble in the past. He does seem to have a particular interest in falling for woman that he shouldn't fall for.

Giving him a fake withering glance, Aramis gives a scoff.]

If it poisons me, I promise to haunt you.

[The waggle of his eyebrows, as he moves to take a good long swig of the wine.]

[du_vallon]

[Porthos watches steadily, trying not to stare too much or act too invested in whether this wine is bound to kill them, but the studious, desperate look on his face probably gives him away, seeing as he's thirsty and it's not the sort that water solves, seeing as he's sort of overwhelmed and in need of alcohol]

Well? Am I due for a handsome ghost in my life? I mean, a pain in the arse handsome ghost, of course.

[goodforsixthings]

[There is as much noble blood in Isabela's veins than there is in Aramis; and nobility never stuck to her, much to her late husband's dismay. From as far as she could remember, she's lived a life of thievery and deceits. It was no wonder she took to piracy so easily, even if she had a certain code of honor, like the mage often liked to remind her in Kirkwall. Honorable ways that kept on growing too, it seemed 'It's all Hawke's fault she likes to think, but perhaps the seed had always been there.]

Indeed, [Isabela says before draining her cup, moving closer to the man. Close enough that when she reaches behind him for a filled bottle wine as a server boy passed behind Aramis, her breasts press against his arm, a move that's clearly calculated, from the way her lips are curled smugly. She knows her power on men, has never been shy to use it, and has never been so often disappointed by the man she takes to bed. Isabela doesn't really care if people thinks she's too promiscuous: sex is something she enjoys, and they really only have one life to live. She intends to live it fully.

She pulls on the loose cork with her teeth and offers the wine to Aramis:]

Though we might want to find a more private place? Unless you want to share with the class?

[she asks as she gestures the rest of the attendees.]

[ex_toopolite626]

[The flavour is richer on his tongue, finer than the previous vintage that he had been drinking. He will give that much to Porthos, although whether it is a fluke or a keen eye and nose, Aramis cannot say.

There is a moment where he debates playing the role, of putting on the act of sputtering and gasping, but why waste the alcohol? He finishes the cup, and smacks his lips lightly, and the gleam in his eyes grows.]

I fear today is not your day, Porthos, for you shall have to suffer another day of my handsomeness overshadowing your own.

[ex_toopolite626]

[He will give his life in the name of France, in the name of his king, and in the name of his queen. He knows the irony of it, that his defense of France against all threats has still had him bedding the queen. She is even more off limits than Adele had been.

He follows her motions, as how can one not? There is little doubt that each step is measures, that each motion if precise. She gives the impression of a woman quite capable of handling herself, and handling others. Arguably a woman who might give him more than a run for his money, but what can Aramis say? A strong spirit has always been something that has attracted him, and a pretty face. She has both.

He does give off his own impression of ease, even as her breasts brush against his arm, and the way her lips shift in to that look is more than telling. It is easily that he finds his own mouth mimicking it and it may well be that his small shift has his fingers brushing against her arm as he moved to take the wine, fingers light over her own.]

I've always found a little one on one to be beneficial.

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[intensivist]

Spiel? There is a spiel? [Oh God, he was so screwed. He listened carefully, the tension on his face lessening somewhat. Okay, he could work with this. ]

And here I thought I hopped back home. [he gave her a grin ]

You sound like you've been here awhile?

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[intensivist]

[Chase laughed. ]

And what makes you think I won't drink you under the table?

video

[toopolite]

What care you to wager?

Re: video

[intensivist]

[ Ooooh, now you have his attention Sif. Not that you didn't have it the minute you answered. ]

What do you suggest?