pathemaooc | 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.

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He didn't know if it would do any good. If the ship had docked, his men would be searching for him now. It was likely that they were sailing, looking for the island in the hopes of finding him. There was no telling how long that might be.

But there was no harm in searching for the ship, if only to offer her a bit of hope. As well as himself.

"I nearly was, but I was rescued by my father's man." It seemed almost a lifetime ago, though it was not far from his mind now. "If I am able, I will return you home, your highness." He offered her his hand. "We can try to find the docks. It might be there."

"I'll go with you, your Grace," Sansa says. She thinks she can trust him. He seems like he's not from Westeros at all and he has been forthright with her thus far. She knows that beautiful things are often ugly underneath but what choice does she have but to trust him? He's offering an escape. It's better than remaining here in bondage under uncertain terms.

"Do you swear not to harm me? I know it must seem silly to ask for such an oath," Sansa says, "But I need assurance. I have been treated ill in the past by those pretending to have my best interests at heart."

He placed his hand over his heart, "In Aslan's name, I swear that neither I nor anyone else she harm you in this realm. Not while I am able to draw breath." She didn't seem to hold any recognition for the great lion, but it was the truest and strongest vow he could offer to comfort her.

"When you woke in the temple, did they say anything to you that might indicate where we are? Did you see any maps or something to help us place this land?"

"I didn't," Sansa says, shrugging helplessly. His oath puts her at ease and she feels like she can be safe with him but she still doesn't know where she is. She wishes she had some knowledge, even a scrap, so she'd have something to begin with.

"I don't know where to even start, your Grace."

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?"

"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."

He leads her down to the docks, comforted by the sound of ship hands and the smell of the salt water. Whatever fears or uncertainty he had disappears entirely in this familiar environment. There are a number of sturdy vessels, but they all seem to be fishing boats.

He frowns, disappointed despite suspecting it would not be here. "They might not know which island I am being kept at." Unless this was another realm, similar to the realm Lucy and Edmund came from. It didn't seem to have the same clothes they had though. "There is still a chance that they find their way here in the next few days." He would hold out hope.

"I certainly hope so. Otherwise, we are well and truly lost, your Grace," Sansa says. That prospect doesn't comfort her much and she hopes that his ships do come, that they can bear her to somewhere more safe.

"You will stay with me until we find a way off this island?"

Test Drive #1

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