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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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Well, strangely enough, it is not the first time Ganymede has woken up from a blackout naked and in a strange location, not even the first time that's been accompanied by something around his neck; unfortunately for him the other times were usually found out to be a belt or a rope, not something metal with no apparent clasp. As uncomfortable as it is, he manages the toga with all its drapes and folds easily, holding his head high though the trappings and the temple have already made him very...wary.

There will be a breathtakingly beautiful young man wandering the party, and while this is a great deal like someplace he used to call home, being transported back there (or to somewhere designed to look like it, if nothing else) without his knowledge doesn't sit well.

Sansa, too, is draped in a toga with nothing else but slippers and a collar of silver and sapphire around her neck. She's never been in a situation quite like this before; the toga is very brief and she feels for all the world like a whore in a brothel. Still, she has to venture out and find out where she is and, more importantly, how she can get out and that requires being just a little bit brave.

"Did you just arrive too?" she asks, voice pitched low. She doesn't know the man before her but his face is fair and she's going to have to talk to someone. It might as well be this man.

[Arrival]

The first thing that Natasha felt was the cold.

Natasha went from REM sleep to instant wakefullness, although one couldn't tell from looking at her. Her years as spy taught her not to give anything away, doing so could be a quick way to end your life. She took in the details of the room, clearly not recognizing the room as being the one that she fell asleep in last night. Where had she gone to sleep again? She couldn't even remember.... How sad was that?

Oce she has assertained that she was in no physical danger, she moved realizing with sudden clarity that she was naked.

"What the..." She looked around and spotted the clothes, rolling her eyes at the sandals, but what choice did she have. She would bide her time until she could figure out how in the hell to get off this rock.

As Natasha started to wander, her goal was to blend in as much as possible, but in this get up, she wasn't sure how well it worked.

"Excuse me, can I get a drink somewhere?" She asked the first person she came across.

Toga Party
Eventually Natasha made her way to what the natives termed a toga party. The one person that flew into Natasha's head as she walked around was Clint. He would love this. She smiled, however, because she seriously doubted he would love the collars or the hoops, but the party, hell yes.

She mingled for a while, trying to absorb as much info as she could before she found a pillow to settle down on to just observe.

Well, if Sansa feels the part, Ganymede certainly looks it; his toga is worn short, around mid-thigh and thrown over his shoulder. He's used to the wrap style and the brevity of cloth: he's mostly thankful he wasn't given what he'd worn the last time these clothes were in fashion.

He'd been dwelling on it when his thoughts were interrupted by a low-pitched voice, and he turns sharply to see who it is. No one he knows, but her face says plenty about how uncomfortable she is. "...Yes, I did," he answers. "Are you all right, my lady?" he asks, feeling the need by her bearing to address her as such.

"Certainly," Ganymede says; in the absence of all else familiar, or anyone else familiar, he'd fallen back on what he knew. Waiting, and watching, and exercising the particular talent he had of being close to but never wholly part of a group.

"Would you like one?"

Network

[the video comes on and a dark-haired man appears on the screen. He gives the camera a finger wave]

Hey. Ah, I've never done this before. I'm a lot better in writing or in person. Talking to a camera feels weird, but when in Rome. Or... Panthema, I guess. [a pause] What else do people do when they make videos?

Toga Party!!

Anyone who had seen Animal House longed to emulate the famous toga scene, and August was no different in that regard. So the idea of a toga party sounded pretty amazing to him. He tied it on and even made a little laurel crown for himself before heading out.

He felt like he was at a frat party, which August knew a little about, having crashed a few in the past.

Jax, too, had woken up naked and without anything to wear other than the fucking sheet and he hadn't managed to get it draped as nice as the redhead. He's settled for wrapping it around his waist and just leaving his chest bare and that's just going to have to do.

"Yeah, you can get a drink," he says. "Two of them, probably. I saw a bar a couple blocks down. Want to get hammered and wonder when we're going to wake up from this shit?"

❄ Arrival ❄

Sleeping on cold marble shouldn't feel comfortable to anyone, but for Jon, after sleeping on the ground among the Wildlings beyond the Wall, this was oddly familiar. How he shivered and how he could not find any warmth even as he curled against his sleeping furs...oh. All he could touch was his skin and that caused him to open his eyes quickly. Even if months had passed since he had climbed the Wall with Ygritte and Tormund, it seemed that he still dreamed of that time where things now seemed less complicated. But Jon frowned as he looked around him: he had expected to wake up in his room in Winterfell, the furs from his bed on the floor from his trashing, explaining why he was only in his smallclothes. Except that he wasn't in his underwears, or any clothes for that matter, nor was he in the castle his and sister and him had reclaimed from the Boltons. Where in the Seven Hells was he?

The sound of murmurs around made him reach for the pile of cloth that laid beside him, covering his front side as he sat on the cold floor, trying to regain his bearings. He looked up and around him, feeling as if the decor was familiar, familiar enough that he felt dread pool into his stomach. But it only was when he swallowed slowly that he felt it, that leather band pressed snugly against his throat, and his hands raised to find a clasp, dread turning into a slight panic as memories of an island re surfaced in his mind. Part of him expected it: his fingers slid along the smooth line of leather, finding no way to take off the collar around his neck. He was back, after all those years, he was back to that forsaken world when his life had gotten much more complicated.

As he unfolded the cloth to wrap it around his waist, missing how it was not just blanket but an actual garment, Jon slowly stood, studying his surroundings. Through the haze of dread, he still noticed that the temple wasn't one he had seen before, nor was the statue at the center of it. Instead of a woman, now stood a young man, barely older than him, with a bow and feathered wings upon his back. The details of his old life on the island were still hazy, but this, Jon was certain of it, was new.

Moving from his spot, he found his way to someone better dressed than him, hoping he was hailing a priest, or at least a Native coming to pray.

"My apologies, but could you point in the direction of the Palace, please?" Because surely his clothes, armor and sword would be there, right?

But how surprised Jon was, when faced with the answer that there was no 'palace' on this island. Where had he landed then?

❄ Toga Party ❄

Luckily, or perhaps not so much for the ladies, Jon had been taught how to properly wrap the toga around himself well enough to be presentable to the party. It still felt strange to only wear cloth wrapped around one's body, and Jon couldn't help but have a thought for his sisters, whom it seemed now that their dresses wouldn't offer much protection against the cold. Because if there was one thing Jon had noticed, was that he could feel every draft of air around him. And it was not always pleasant.

It was the reason why he had found a wall to lean against, an untouched glass of wine in his hand. He did not trust the food and drinks served at the party, at least not for the moment, but couldn't be rude enough to the person shoving it into his hand to say 'no'. He was looking at the crowd attending the party, trying to see if some faces would be familiar to him again, or if his own face would be recognized.

Perhaps he was not the only one remembering of another world alike to this one...

❄ Wildcard! ❄

[Feel free to run into Jon as he wanders around!]

Edited 2017-03-07 03:38 (UTC)

"I'm not injured or anything," Sansa says, taking a quick assessment of herself. She's shy and uncertain about how she's gotten here, yes, but she seems to be intact in both body and mind.

"I just don't remember how I got here or even know where this place is. Do you? Are you from here?"

He seems more at ease than she does, at the very least.

Sansa has managed to drape her toga in a fashion that, while not modest enough by Westerosi standards, is enough to keep her covered. She's grateful that her hair is loose and she combs it over her shoulders, using it to help cover herself even further.

She's so preoccupied with her person that she doesn't realize she's standing next to her brother until several long moments pass and, once she does realize it, she throws her arms around him in a fierce greeting, heedless of the wine he carries.

"Jon! Jon, how did you get here?"

When Ruby had woken up in some strange place, alone, she had expected to be in this all on her own. Well, sort of. She hadn't expected to find anyone she knows, and she hadn't. Not right away, anyway.

It had been an easy decision to come to the toga party. It seems like a great way to meet people, which apparently she's going to need to do now, and she likes parties. When she gets to this one, she's pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face.

"August?"

Jean had been on the island for about two days when she goes back to the same temple she had arrived in. Again. She kept trying to look for any possible way back. Or at least see how others arrive. The idea seemed sound but didn't gain much traction. Still, her feet took her back there.

She's almost walking past Jon when she overhears the conversation and stops long enough to say, "There are temples and buildings here but no palaces." She's done quite a bit of exploring on her own since arriving.

"The wine very likely won't kill you," says a calm voice, belonging to someone who looks quite a bit more comfortable in the toga than Jon currently does. Ganymede has by now at least made himself look presentable, and braided his hair back from his face; the collar for him is simple, a thin leather braid with a single pearl sitting at the base of his throat. He carries himself comfortably; this is all old and familiar for him, short of the amount of mortals he's used to seeing in this kind of place.

[Arrival]

[This is...not the Enchanted Forest. For one thing, temples like this one don't exist there. For another, the portal created by the bean, the portal that she intended to use to get to the Enchanted Forest, would not have left her naked on the other side.

She doesn't appear to be injured, at least, which is something. Around her neck there appears to be something like a...collar? Hilarious.

There's something that looks like a phone sitting nearby, although it doesn't look like any phone she's ever used. She picks it up and turns it on to try and reach someone, unaware that the video function is on and she's giving the entire network a view of her bare breasts.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

When I said I wanted to have an adventure, this is not what I meant.

[Toga party]

Okay. This toga thing is starting to get old. (Although she does have to admit that it's much less constricting than the bodices she used to wear in the Enchanted Forest.) She likes parties though, and she doesn't much mind what she wears to them. She's got the toga arranged to show off as much cleavage as she can, and it's hiked up a bit to show off a good bit of leg, too. She might have mellowed a bit, but she is still Ruby, and she still likes to show off what she's got.

She grabs a drink and makes her way through the crowd, flashing flirty smiles indiscriminately, at both men and women.

➹ Network - Video; ➹

[Oliver smiles warmly at the network. He's wrapped his toga to only one shoulder, showing off the dips and grooves of years of training. For someone who's just been kidnapped from their world, he looks oddly calm.]

So, let's all be honest here. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has this 'déjà vu' feeling, right? And I don't mean in a 'had too many tequila body shots in Vegas and woke up in the suit of the Caesar Palace' sense. I mean, not that I would know about that one. [Though, the chuckle that follows this sentence clearly means that he absolutely knows about this kind of blackouts.]

Anyone? No? Does anybody knows anything about this place at all? I mean, it looks like a nice place, but I've had enough of toga parties during college. I wouldn't mind walking out of this one.

[You know, because he has other, more important things to do. Plus, the collar around his neck isn't reassuring, given what he remembers of Atia.]

➹ Toga party ➹

Despite his complaining on the network, Oliver shows up at the toga party. He's comfortable in a crowd, and he knows this is the best to meet people and gather information. Plus, they have booze, so he can't really be grumpy.

He moves from tent to tent, chatting with whomever feels like sharing where they are from and what they know about this place, a glass of mead in his hand. He drinks from it, not too fast, but fast enough that there's that familiar feeling of warmth in his chest. Maybe he should really eat something before that feeling goes to his head.

Oliver heads out for the food table, but not without bumping into someone. He reaches out to steady them, making sure that their drinks or plate will not topple over:

"I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going."

➹ Wildcard ➹

[Feel free to bump into Oliver as he explores the island!]

He shakes his head gently at the question, though he resists the newly-strong urge to dip his head as he answers: Ganymede is a prince, and now he must act like it again, or find himself revisiting a thousand years he doesn't want to think about, much less re-live.

"I don't. And I'm not, though this place looks...a great deal like somewhere I used to call home. But if our arrival and lack of consciousness for it is anything to judge by, the ones that have us here are familiar. For better or worse." He's not leaving out the possibility that there are no gods behind this, though having woken up in a temple Ganymede thinks this is less than likely.

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's opened himself up for this response.]

That depends entirely on how adventurous you feel. For a world that requires our collars to be loosened, what do you imagine these devices could be used for?

[She'll give him a sly grin.]

Perhaps because she was wearing a garment that was similar to the High Garden fashions or because she had a few glasses of wine and was feeling rather good, but when Oliver knocked into her and her wine spilled on the ground, Margaery only reacted with a laugh. This place didn't seem to have much in the way of rules and the relaxed atmosphere helped her brush aside the sudden collision and loss of her drink.

She smiled at Oliver, brushing back one of the curls that had fallen across her face. "You have a peculiar method for achieving intimacy." Her eyes gleamed at him him, mischievous and daring. She was in a good mood, which often lead to flirtation on her end. "A simple 'hello' would be enough to catch a woman's attention."

Setting down her empty glass, she plucked another from a nearby table and then draped herself against several silken pillows. It was far and away from the sort of life she had lived before and never had a mind to live, but the indulgence was too delicious to pass up. "You realize you will have to keep me company now? That is your punishment."

[ooc: Going with they've already met since we'll be playing that out later.]

It felt brazen to wander about in nothing more than a sheet, legs and arms bare before the entire city, but the atmosphere of this place helped ease any apprehension that Jeyne might otherwise feel. If there had been any at all. The thrill of doing something that would not otherwise be approved of in Westeros had become exciting for her. She had loved it among the Fleet and she loved it now.

The only matter that had been difficult to reconcile was the fact that those she remembered had no memory of her. Jon and Sansa had been friends to her within the Fleet, so it had been a painful blow to realize they didn't share the same memories she did. It felt like starting over again, even after the awkward introductions had been made. Her name at least held some meaning with Jon, though that old apprehension of hers returned, wondering if she was resented for her part in Robb's downfall (no matter if it was done without her knowledge.)

He was how she remembered him, still on the edge of the group, watching and thinking. The same level of intensity that Robb always seemed to bear. She approached him shyly, having set her wine to the side as well. Much like him, she didn't trust food or drinks that were offered to her. Her mother had spoiled that for her.

It was with a hint of blush that she realized that Jon seemed suited for these strange garbs. His legs muscular and well toned. It wasn't something that she imagined she'd think about him, though she never thought she'd have the opportunity before. "Are you well?" She asked hesitantly. "You seem a bit...thoughtful." So normal, then?

That thought did cross my mind, but at least for me, those never turn out as good as you think they will.

[yep just casually admitting he made sex tapes in the past]

It was always nice to run into familiar faces. Especially ones he hadn't seen in a long time. Last he saw Ruby, he was pint-sized.

"Ruby!" He grinned, gesturing her to join him. He was trying to be good and avoiding alcohol, but nothing wrong with indulging in the food. "This isn't as good as Granny's, but it's pretty decent."

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."

[ TW: Violence mentions, because Kilgrave is a terrible person, but also his powers are severely dampened. If you want to have your character swayed by his passive mind control it's up to you how much effect, if any, they have on your character. ]

[Arrival]

Well someone is going to swallow a box of razor blades for this. He has to wear a sheet? It's not even a silk sheet, this is ridiculous. First thing he needs to do is find a place with some half-decent clothes.

He steps out of the temple and approaches the first person he can find. "You. Tell me what this place is."

[Toga Party]

Kilgrave is just totally not happy with the fact that people have the option of not doing what he says? It was bad enough with just Jessica but now he has to like... do things himself?? Not get everything he wants when he wants it????? This is honestly the worst thing that has ever happened to him, like including the battery of horrific experiments that he was subject to as a child. This is worse. No contest.

He's got a glass of wine, not bad actually. He wonders what vintage it is. Anyway, he's just kind of squinting at people trying to figure out how to... function. He'll need to develop like... social skills. That's a thing people have, right?

"So, you have a name, right?" he asks the first person he comes across that seems to be alone.

[She wishes she could admit the same, but she'll just amused he has no trouble admitting that he has.]

And it never will with that sort of attitude.

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