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.

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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[Free food and wine is certainly the best way to interest Isabela in coming to the gathering of people. She had spent the day searching for a way out, for a boat that she could commandeer to sail her back to Kirkwall, but it seemed that all this place had were fishing boats. And she was not one to row herself back to her world. It seemed that such a voyage would have to wait until she could get a proper ship.

Unfamiliar with the toga, Isabela has simply tied the clothe around herself as she would have with a bed sheet, and she walks around the crowd as if bored, though she's listening in the many conversations, trying to learn more about this island. Her path crosses with one particularly handsome man, and she smiles warmly at his words:]

My, thank you. [She says as she offers the man a practiced coy look.] I do try to keep myself in my very best shape!

[Her smile turns into a small smug grin as she fully turns to the man:]

But should you be sampling the goods before making such statement? We wouldn't want people to think your tastes are lacking, yes?

[It is that line between enjoyment and alertness that Aramis walks. Truth be told, he isn't quite certain where to begin, given that the normal routes seem to have turned up moot points. There is no ransom demand for said Musketeer, and in fact he seems to just be any other pawn in whatever game it is that this supposed Eros is playing.

He usually knows where he is, at least to some extent. War has taken him away, and brought him back, changed both physically and mentally. Yet, it hasn't completely altered the man that he was. He is still good with his words, a diplomat with a charming smile, when it pleases him to be, and judging by the way the slow smile spreads across his mouth, now seems to be one of those times.

Whereas some might not find the amusement in such things, Aramis is not such a man, and he gives a flourished bow to her]

Perhaps the lady would care to educate me.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

Test Drive #1

Toga party!

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