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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"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?

She leaned into the kiss tenderly, smiling around a mouthful at the sweet gesture. She ate a bit more, and she could definitely feel her energy rising. The demon scoped out the crowd casually, picking out a few familiar faces, though she found that she didn't particularly care. Who knew if they'd recognize her anyway? Eventually, her eyes wandered back to Victor and she set down her empty plate.

"I'll mingle with you if you take the lead," Meg joked as she looped an arm around his waist, settling close and glancing up to catch his eye. "I wouldn't trust me too much just yet."

Misery loved company, as they say, and Victor would be happier with his stay here if he knew there were some friendly faces around. He couldn't help feeling amused at Meg's comment.

"What a sad day when Meg Masters is less ready to mingle at a party than Victor Frankenstein," he teased. It was true, though. He didn't mind being at parties, but he was not exactly the social butterfly between the two of them.

"I'm a little off my game," she countered in a dry tone, but there was nothing but amusement in her eyes. "Sue me. Maybe we can turn over a new leaf here and just ignore everyone?"

They both knew that wasn't exactly possible in this type of situation - been there, done that - but that didn't stop her from laughing out loud at the thought. She couldn't lie though, a part of it was appealing.

"That sounds like a great idea." It was what he had grown accustomed to doing in Storybrooke, after all, and it seemed to work out pretty well for him there. Aside from the occasional baby delivery or medical emergency, he was left alone.

"I wouldn't be mad at it," she admitted, leaning in to kiss his cheek, lingering a moment. More quietly, she continued, "I drank so much to get out of my own head. This has to be a joke." Her anger was flaring a little beneath the surface, but it didn't overshadow the contentment of being by his side. She gripped his hand and squeezed it in a gesture of solidarity.

"I wish," Victor sighed. "But no. We're really back on another island run by another psycho god wanting sex as worship." Though when he said it out loud, it did sound like a joke... with them as the punchline.

"I was looking forward to starting over with you," she said quietly, giving a small smile. Rolling her eyes, she added "I was looking forward to doing it in New York, but I guess I can settle for another sex island."

She hugged him again, still feeling a little too drunk to articulate herself fully. There was no way around the fact that they had lost a great deal, not the least of which was their respective freedom. That stung the most for her, and she could only imagine how Victor felt about it.

He would've preferred being in New York, too. They should've known better than to trust the word of Atia, after everything the goddess did to them over the years. Which was why Victor felt more annoyed than anything about this situation.

"We'll make do here," he said at last, combing through Meg's hair as he spoke. "We're together, at least."

She hummed her contentment at feeling his fingers in her hair, letting her own hands rub soothingly up and down his back. "I know we'll be fine, but this is bullshit," she lamented, looking up at him and pouting. Mostly about the farmhouse, of course. She didn't have to say it aloud. Leaving their lives on Atia hadn't stung quite so much when it was for freedom and a luxury suite in Manhattan, but now, it felt downright cruel. It's not like she had ever expected anything less of that evil whore, but it stung nonetheless.

"I'm just glad you're here to suffer with me," she teased.

The worst part about leaving the island was leaving the farmhouse. But neither of them knew what this place had to offer. It might not be too terrible.

"I'm glad you're here too, Meg."

She stood on her toes to kiss him again, this time relaxing into it for a good while and letting herself indulge in their closeness. She couldn't be sure, but it felt like the simple choker around her neck was slipping a bit. She only pulled back slightly, catching his eye and nodding to an open section of the tent.

"Wanna go check out the beach?" She'd always liked the island part of the deal, at least.

He nibbled a little on her lip before they parted. "Good idea. Let's get out of these togas while we're there."

A soft sigh escaped her lips as they parted, and she entwined their fingers. "I like where your head's at," she murmured to him, pulling him along to the outside, getting a pleasant thrill as the breeze hit her skin.

Test Drive #1

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