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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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Ah. I should ask for your name, my lady, as I am to aid you.

I'm Caspian.

I'd love a drink.

It was a long shot and one that he shouldn't have held out hope for. There was at least a chance, even if his crew and ship weren't here, he could find a means to sail from this island. But this was all a distant possibility and he needed to still get his bearings. It wouldn't be right to raise her hopes with talk of a plan before he even had one to offer.

He lead her towards the docks, scanning the crowds for anyone he might recognize.

"For now we focus on searching for signs of my crew or ship." After that, well...he would need to think more. "You have no one you recognize here? No friends or family?"

"That is where the adventure is." He smiled at her warmly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "To do what no one else has done and go where maps are useless." Even after all he went through, he still viewed it as the greatest adventure of his life.

He leaned down and kissed her hand, a proper king. "It's nice to meet you, my lady."

"The collars?" He shifted, causing the cold metal to brush against his skin. "Do you know why they put these on us?" Were they slaves, as he suspected? Soon to be sold off to the highest bidder? It was the only explanation in his mind. "Different how? Not dangerous?" Not more than he had seen before, at least.

"You at least have an idea, which is valuable, my lady. I have been searching for answers but found none until now. Whatever this place might be, at least I will have some idea now of what to expect."

He smiled at her warmly, "As it is to meet you. I haven't, but I should like to. Will you join me, Inara?"

Richie's mouth purses as his brother turns to look at him for some kind of confirmation, only to blurt out the exact thing that has his own mind reeling at the speed of sound. His scrapes with insanity aren't helping his own current mental state, and his shoulders tense as he thinks about the ramifications of what's unfolding.

"I know what I fucking saw."

He saw her bleed out, take her last breath, use it to curse him. He hadn't imagined it, as much as he would have, for once, liked to believe that his mind had played some kind of trick on him.

"How should I know?" Richie knows that Seth isn't actually expecting some kind of answer, but it's endlessly frustrating to constantly take the heat every time his brother is confused or pissed off. He's not exactly pleased when his brother immediately starts to give him orders, even in the form of simple gestures.

Seth isn't wrong, however, and he starts to scan the room without the scathing comment that sits painfully in the back of his throat. "It would help if we knew where here was."

Edited 2017-03-11 17:05 (UTC)

Matt awoke and from his first breath in knew something was wrong. This place didn't smell like his apartment. It smelled old with the metallic scent of stone. As he rolled over and tried to get up he felt smooth stone against the skin of his back. This was even more suprising since he'd gone to bed fully clothed.

Standing up his foot brushed against cloth and he leaned down to touch it. I felt like cotton and that was it. "What the hell is going on," he muttered. He tried to moved forward and his foot bumped something that felt harder. Touching one with his free hand he realized they were sandals. "Okay this is the last time I let Foggy pick the movie," he said out loud.

He fumbled for a bit trying to figure out how to put the cloth on right without the realization that he was exposing his goods to anyone who might be about to walk in.

Arrival

Normally, Alec woke slowly, burrowing deep into the pillows and warm blankets that were piled up on the bed until he was forced to be functional. It took something unusual to trigger years' worth of instincts for him to snap awake. Something like the bed being replaced with a cold, hard surface. Snapping awake, he rolled onto his feet before he even realized that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Quickly scanning the area for any kind of threat, he relaxed minutely when he realized he was alone.

Then he realized he was naked except the strange weight that rested against his throat. Reaching up, he carefully traced the collar with his fingertips, ignoring the jolt of unease that he refused to give into. Not one of Magnus' accessories and even if it was, his boyfriend wouldn't put something like this on him without asking. Finally noticing the clothes, Alec swore under his breath and began figuring out how exactly to wear a toga. If he was going to go find answers to what was going on, he couldn't wander around naked. Scowling at the sandals, he put those on as well, wishing for his boots and his weapons. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to deal with anything that would require a bow or blade.

Leaving the temple, he chose a direction at random, trying to blend in until he saw someone that looked like they might answer if he asked a question. "Excuse me. I got separated from my friend." That wasn't exactly a lie. "Can you tell me where I am?"

Network

[It took less fumbling than Alec expected to get the device to work. When he finally has it angled correctly, he tries to give his 'audience' a polite smile, but his expression is too worried for it to be successful.]

Hi, my name's Alec Lightwood. I'm looking for my family. Is there a list somewhere of who's here so we can find people we know?

The same (not being hurt) could not, however, be said of the brothers, Kate’s indignation at being gawked at fading once she was able to see the bloody cuts that marred Seth’s face. She can’t even find it in herself to feel defensive at his open glaring at people around him, instead using the time to try and spread what she now realized was a sheet, over herself.

Kate barely managed to get herself covered when Seth’s words caused her brain to short circuit, confusion twisting her features as she looked from one to the other. The fear that had been swirling around inside of her, rushed out with an exhale of breath. Kate left on the ground, numb and staring blankly up at both men as the bickering began.

“What do you mean, you saw me die?”

Did either of them honestly think they could slip something like that into the conversation and she wouldn't want an explanation? Of course, it was ridiculous because she was sitting here looking at them but the fact they both thought it had happened, that had to mean something.

“You can’t have seen me die. I haven’t seen either of you in…” For Richie it had been some months, but Seth? Her gaze shifts from one brother to the other, a slight hardening of her eyes as they briefly lock on Seth’s. Those wounds were still a little raw, despite the time that had passed since Mexico and Kate was quick to look away as she busied her hands with trying to wrap the sheet around her like a towel.

“And we can’t go anywhere, yet. We have to find Freddie.”

Bucky had yet to find anyone that he knew from back home. Just a bunch of strangers so far - some had come out of the temple naked and others had slipped into the togas they'd woken up and found nearby. He'd put his own on as impractical the clothes and sandals might be, finding his way out of the temple quickly. He does a little reconnaissance before he ends up at the beach, at a party.

When he sees Natasha lounging against a few pillows, he's relieved. The last they'd seen each other, she'd help him and Steve get away. He owes her.

"Romanova," his voice is low, but he doesn't bend to sit beside her. He might owe her, but there was a time not long before that when he'd been the solider and tried to choke her. Bucky might not be welcome.

It's the look in her eyes that make Jon want to bite back his words. Now that he knows, he can see that it's not just her demeanor that's different: her hair are darker, the real Tully red he's come to know as family, and her eyes the same color then what he remembers Robb's to be. His heart sinks and he curses this place for pulling this rather cruel trick on them.

"Gods be good, Sansa, I know your face still!" he says as he pulls her back into a hug, this quite tighter than the one she gave him.

"It is this place, I fear. It brought another woman, who has the same face as you. I thought she was you, the first time I met her," he says, trying to explain his blunder, hoping his sister will forgive him.

Pulling back, he looks upon her sweet face, finding that he has missed her, though he can not help himself but pray to the Old Gods that this island is not the same than Atia.

"What...?" Jon asks, truly confused, as he frowns lightly. But looking back at the young woman with his sister's face, he can still that she's just as confused as him, and he shakes his head.

Would he not have been on Atia before, Jon might have protested against her words: after all, the first time he had seen Sansa on that island, she was hiding her true name. But even his dear sister is not that good of an actress, and Jon offers the young woman a sheepish smile:

"My apologies, Lady Grey. It seems that I have mistaken you for my sister, Sansa Stark. I must admit that you two share an uncanny resemblance..."

Down to the height and figure. It is quite unsettling, if Jon is being honest with himself. He offers one hand to her:

"I'm Jon Snow."

Jon looks up at the man, before tilting his head: "Do you know an island named Atia? It is the place I speak of."

The young man can not help himself but being hopeful that he isn't the only one remebering the island fueled by sex.

His smile deepens at her words and he shakes his head: "My apologies. Old habits die hard, I suppose." Even if he's lived in a world where blood and family name had little weight, going back to Westeros for a few years had just hammered down everything he had stripped away on Atia.

"Me neither, but I had hoped that someone might have known more than what we do. Alas, it seems that we are the first ones to come to this island wearing a band around our necks." It's something that Jon had instantly noticed on his arrival: how some had collars and most hadn't. It does not bode well in his mind. It's too similar to Atia.

"Aye, as was the last realm I was sent to." Jon debates for a moment about sharing the real nature of the island to Jeyne. She knows of space, something he's heard of but has never thought truly possible. But he doesn't want his sister-in-law to think that he has loose morals, so for now, he silences the nature of the world he had been to before.

"Old habits I understand. If you call me 'my lady' again, I'll simply poke you as punishment." She grinned at him with impish delight. It was the same sort of exuberance she displayed with family as well, offered to those that she felt comfortable with. Jon had always been kind to her. The man she knew among the Fleet had been kind and generous. For as brief as they knew each other, they had fallen into a good relationship, one that would have evolved into teasing, she hoped. Now at least she had the chance.

She nodded, the seashell choker loose against her neck. It seemed as though she could tear it from her, but deep down she knew it wasn't possible. There was something more powerful at work. "Why would they put a choker around us? Are we slaves?"

Jeyne glanced out across the sea, letting the waves soothe her nerves. "Even if we are here for nefarious reasons, I would rather be here." It would sound strange to anyone who wasn't aware of what happened in their land. "I am with the only family that matters."

"I haven't seen anyone, your Grace," Sansa says. She's not seen anyone from Westeros, neither friend nor foe, and she doesn't know whether or not to be grateful for that. She presses her lips together.

"I will help you search for your ship."

"Jon, I have missed you. I feared that you were dead or that I would never see you again. I'm sorry that I was so awful to you. I am so, so sorry."

Jon was all that she had left of her family, the last scrap of House Stark even if he was merely a Snow. He shared a father with her and that was enough for Sansa.

"I'll never be cruel to you again."

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Toga Party/Wandering

The blue toga and sandals had been the only item of clothes Steve had seen when he woke up in the temple, well that and the damn collar. He had managed to wrap himself up with some dignity, though he really wished to ask why they had to wear these instead of whatever they were wearing when they arrived. But first things first, see what's the lay of the land and who might else be here.

option 1. reconnitering from the temple to the toga party area.

It's hard to not notice a tall, blond man in a blue toga, and that toga barely covering his muscles and important bits. He's trying to ignore that fact that he's wearing fewer clothes than he has ever had, even to bed and he is out in public. But he's on a mission, and Steve's not going to let impending loss of modesty interfere with the mission.

option 2. At the toga party.
Steve's at the toga party, staying on the edges, his arms crosses over his chest. He's not drinking or eating, not trusting anything unless someone he already trusts tells him it's okay. He's Captain America. He can cope. The toga's having a hard time covering him, though.

Wildcard

If he isn't at the party, he's likely exploring the island and can be found visiting the various districts from the 2nd to the 4th as well as checking out the local scenic sights. Look for the grumpy tall man barely covered by his blue toga. They must have given him a smaller one or something in the temple.

Edited (added an option + picked a color for his toga) 2017-03-11 23:27 (UTC)

[ I'll be open to using these threads as game canon! You can ping me @

corvia for discussion & plotting. ]

Toga Party

Okay. The whole collar thing? Totally uncool. But. It couldn't be that hard to do the deed here? Maybe? That's the whole reason he's here right? Well, maybe that was what they said, but he wasn't quite ready to believe everything he had been told.

Jake's circulating, sampling the refreshments and keeping his eyes peeled. Can't trust anyone here. Not yet. Well until he accidentally trips on the trailing edge of his green toga, the tats on his arms standing out, and accidentally dump his plate all over the poor person in his path. Oops. Or maybe he accidentally steps on their toga, possibly causing a wardrobe malfunction.

Jake, please. Already in trouble, and you haven't even started talking yet.

Wildcard

Jake is lurking around the business district, trying to figure out if they have anything remotely close to 21st century America tech, but that's not working out too well for him.

He might also be scoping out the island, trying to figure out good lookouts and hiding spaces, as well as figuring out where everything is.

He's still dressed in a green toga, and he's trying to not lose it. Help. He didn't quite let the people at the temple finish explaining all the tricks of keeping the toga under control.

Well, it's not the first time Ganymede has ever seen a man incredibly uncomfortable in a toga, and he can commiserate at least in part, given it's been centuries since he wore one himself and whoever left this one for him did not see fit to give him the under-layer of a tunic. So he can't blame Jake for looking uncomfortable, and when he trips Ganymede steps back quickly enough to dodge most of the food getting on his clothes. Not all, but most.

He's used to wine stains on clothes, it won't kill him. He laughs once, a huff of air, and holds out his hands towards Jake. "Would you like someone to fix that?" he asks. "Your toga?"

Natasha had been at the party for awhile, but she was tired of mingling. Sometimes a girl just needed to get out of her own head for awhile. She miraculously had avoided seeing Steve at the party, and ducked out to enjoy the night air.

She ran a hand through her hair, the curls coming back since she hadn't straightened it. She was walking along when she thought she saw Steve. She stopped a few feet away from him, blinking because there was no way that he could be here, right? After a few minutes, she stepped towards him.

"Gotta say Rogers, that's a good look for you," Natasha said, smiling as she stepped into the light.

Steve blushed when he saw Nat, and unlucky for him, he was a whole body blusher. He hadn't expected to see her when he was dressed like or her for that matter.

His eyes flicked down to his sandal-clad feet and then slowly made their way up her body to Nat's eyes.

"Not my choice." He lifted his chin, the shield clasp flashing a little in the light. "Did you find out anything?"

Are you going to be met with a wolf whistle as you wander towards the party there, Steve? Yes, yes you are. Tony had woken up in a similar state; confused and naked and apparently alive. Well, conscious. And that was weird considering the last thing he remembered was Carol Danvers trying to ensure that was a thing that the didn't experience again. But, here he is, wrapped up in a very nice red and gold toga that reminds him of his party days, and wearing a collar that makes him want to throw up just a little at the echoes of Ty that it brings out.

The only thing keeping him from finding shit to pry the damned thing off is seeing a familiar figure in a toga three sizes too small wandering about.

Well, mostly familiar. Tony is no stranger to alternate universes, but he is not the kind to mistake Steve Rogers no matter what. He just hopes this one doesn't come from a time period where they are at each other's throats as he whistles, loud and clear, before wandering up to the blond.

"You think they gave you a small one just to fuck with you, or is it finally payback?" Tony is smiling, but it's a sharp grin of a thing; fragile and splintering. It is clear that he doesn't want to be here and is jut barely containing the urge to panic at the new environment.

Steve might also notice that this Tony is at least half a foot taller and far broader, with bright blue eyes that are equal parts anxious and amused.

"I know someone who would probably agree with you." Not that she's had a lot of extensive conversations with him, but that's the general impression she's picked up since the day he stormed into their not-so-quiet little town.

She wants to protest that she's no lady -- not in those terms, anyway -- but he's charming and she's enjoying it, so she laughs instead. "You can just call me Ruby."

Magnus was jogging through the halls, a wild look in his eyes as he scanned the faces he passed. Though he'd known that something was wrong upon waking, he was now in a panic as he tried to piece together what information he had. Pausing to pull the sleeve of his toga higher up one shoulder—at least he seemed to have had better luck tying his than a lot of the people he saw wandering around—he turned in a slow circle and froze. Off in the distance he could see a strong back, a mess of black hair, and distinctive marks covering what skin he could catch glimpses of. Back to running, he dodged past other people and reached out to grab Alec's arm and spin him around.

"Alec," be breathed, relief and concern flooding simultaneously flooding through him. While it soothed him to see Alec safe and sound, it also meant that they were in this mess together. "Do you know what's going on?"

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Test Drive #1

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Matt Murdock l MCU Daredevil l Arrival

Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments

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Steve Rogers - Marvel Cinematic Universe

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Jake Jensen - The Losers

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