pathemaooc | Test Drive #1

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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.

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Emma had also seen Animal House, but she was looking decidedly less comfortable than August did. Not that Emma wasn't used to the batshit crazy ideas that the islands tossed at her, she feared injury from whiplash most days.

The party was weird, even for her. Most people would get that bubble of excitement in the pit of their stomach at the thought of trying something different, but Emma liked the known. So much of her life was unknown that she was to the point that if she could control it, she would.

She gathered her toga in one hand, and drink in the other. She could be thankful that the silver sandals that covered her feet were not heels, that would be a disaster in the making. Flat shoes, however, did not stop her from bumping into someone.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't spill on you did I?" She asked, finally looking up, her mouth falling open.

He felt the bump and turned to see the culprit. As always when seeing Emma, he completely lit up.

"No harm done," he assured her, tugging on the toga. Okay, so there was a spill, but it wasn't like he had to foot the dry-cleaning bill. His expression softened a bit as he added, "Always good to bump into you, Emma."

"August!" Emma exclaimed, drink forgotten as she drew him into a hug, her whole body relaxing. "You're grown up!" She exclaimed happily. God, it was so good to see August. Emma could feel the tension drain out of her. She felt more relaxed than she had in Months. She could face anything Euros could dish out as long as she had someone on her side.

"Sorry, it's been a long few months. Let me get you something and we can talk? Unless you're busy?"

That was a weird way to greet him. "Uh, yeah?" He was a little confused; she knew he had turned back into his adult self. Unless this place did a weird thing with memories.

"I'm usually the one offering you the drink," he noted with a little smile. "And you know I'm never busy."

"Weird question huh," She replied with a chuckle, shaking her head. "Since when has my life not been weird? but seriously, the last time I saw you, you were a boy again. I am so happy to see you." Emma finally took a breath, that sentence probably the longest she has spoken to anyone since arriving.

She had been dreading going through this again, but since seeing August, her body language is more relaxed and normal than it has in awhile.

"True, but you didn't spill a drink on me," She added with a grin, looping her arm through his and walking in the direction of the bar. "You look great, you've been okay?" She asked, looking at him again. She was so worried about him, and missed him desperately.

That did explain her reaction. But was it a memory thing or a thing about time? Either one was likely when magic was involved. Not that he really cared to find out for sure. He was with Emma again and that was all he really needed to know.

"Oh, you know me," he said with a casual shrug. "I lay low. I'm a little mad they took my necklace, though. This thing isn't a great substitute." He ran his finger along the collar with a frown.

Emma smiled at him knowingly, reaching up and taking his hand before he could tug on his collar. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," She warned seriously. She cleared her throat softly, blushing at having touched him without permission.

"Sorry, if you pull it tightens faster and it's not fun when it chokes you." Emma finished softly.

"You want to sit and I can try and explain?"

He raised an eyebrow, curious, but couldn't help smiling at the same time. "Okay," he agreed. He looked around for a place where they could sit. Finding one, he settled in.

"So you already know what's going on," he observed. "Kind of."

Emma let out a breath she didn't know that she was holding and followed August to the couches. She hiked her toga up a bit, slipping off her sandles before tucking her legs under her as she faced her best friend.

"Yes and no," She said, as she gentled ran a finger along her own collar, which was a new addition. I was in a place, an island before here, where you had to...." She looked down at her hands now clasped on her lap. "Have sex every 14 days or you died, or maybe it was 10 I don't know. The details are fuzzy. but that place was run by a Goddess, and this apparently by a God." She laughed a bit.

"You probably think I'm crazy, I know I would if our positions were reversed, but you know that I don't lie, especially to you right?"

August wasn't sure what he was expecting, but that definitely was not it. As Emma spoke he fought against the urge to touch his own collar again. It was made out of thick wood with carvings of whales, donkeys and crickets. He would've liked the craftsmanship if the thing didn't have such a negative purpose.

"I don't think you're crazy," August assured her. He believed every word, of course. And in theory he didn't mind the idea of having sex every week or so. It was the idea of Emma forced into it that gave him the uneasy feeling.

"How long were you in that other place?" he asked. Hopefully the question came out casual.

"It wasn't awful," She said, smiling slightly, looking at him again. She needed him to understand that while it wouldn't have been her first choice, she had been somewhat happy.

"I made choices, yes, but they were mine to make, if that makes sense," She added, reaching out and touching his arm. In a way she needed the contact to assure herself that he wasn't a figment of her imagination.

She raised an eyebrow at him, because she knew him well enough to know that what was probably going through his head. "A year and a half. Still, think I'm not a horrible person?"

He did worry she was unhappy, so getting that assurance made him relax a little.

"Emma." A smile touched his lips and he gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm hardly in a place to judge anybody's choices. Still," he added a bit more gravely, "you're stuck in another place just like that one. It doesn't seem right."

Emma smiled at him, squeezing his hand in return. She was grateful that he wasn't laughing at her, but she felt a pang when he mentioned choices.

"Everyone makes choices, good, bad and everything in between. It's what you do after that counts," She stated softly but firmly.

Emma shrugged her shoulders some. "I went back home, and you got shot by some psycho bitch, left me again, and Neal died in my arms. This is better don't you think?"

That'd been a year ago, but August remembered it all too clearly. His hand moved to touch where Tamara's device had shocked the magic out of his body. He swallowed and nodded at Emma's words.

"Yeah," he agreed. "This is better."

Emma got tears in her eyes everytime she thought of August lying dead in the street. Her hand instinctively went to cover his. She thought that she had hated Tamara before, and she did for what the woman did to Neal, but seeing August in pain was almost more than Emma could bear.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop her before she hurt you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to believe. It is my biggest regret you know?"

Her apology took him by surprised and he shook his head, trying to soothe away her guilt.

"None of that was your fault, Emma. I was the one responsible."

"You shouldn't do that," She said, looking him seriously. "You don't have to try and make me feel better by making yourself feel worse. You know it doesn't work that way right?" She let a breath out slowly, taking his hand and squeezing, willing him to believe her.

"You were there when it counted, though, you know you were, but I can't say the same."

August let out a snort, pulling his hand away. It was sweet of her to try taking some of the blame, but he knew the truth.

"Want a drink?" he asked. He was going to his usual habit of running away from the issue. "It can be alcohol this time."

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Test Drive #1

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