pathemaooc | Test Drive #2

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Test Drive #2

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. The sound of bells soon fills the temple, drowning out the noise of chatter and panic, drawing your attention to the statue in the center of the temple before a loud, booming voice fills your head:

Welcome, Honored Guests. I trust you’ve found everything easily enough. You may consider your Toga a token of my generosity and I trust the footwear will be more than sufficient;

Now I’m certain that you all have many questions, so perhaps you’ll permit me to explain.

I, Eros, Son of Ares and Aphrodite, God of Love and Sexual Desire, have brought you to Pathema for a very simple purpose. I offer you sanctuary from the trials and tribulations of your all too dreary existences and in return, I ask only one thing of you.

Your devotion.

I have seen how reluctant you creatures can be when it comes to matters of the flesh, and so I have ensured that all of you shall have the proper encouragement.

Surely you must be aware by now that each of you have been fitted with a collar. I wouldn’t try and remove them if I were you. Your petty magics, or force, will do little more than cause them to tighten I’m afraid.

Over a period of fourteen days, your collars will tighten. I’m told it’s a terribly uncomfortable experience and I wouldn’t suggest you push your limits but you mortals are rather a stubborn lot. Still, never let it be said that I didn’t try to warn you.

Now if at the end of those fourteen days, you have still refused to show your devotion to your God? You will simply cease to exist.

Oh, come now. I am not a cruel and capricious God. You’ll be permitted to return to your previous state of existence, for the mere price of something that you hold dear. A memory of those trivial times from before you were brought to your new home

Ah, yes. I do believe I have your attention now, don’t I?

But of course, how can you, mere peasants, show your God how much you adore him? I should think the answer is very simple, don’t you? I am the God of Sexual Desire after all.

SPRING FESTIVAL: Flowers are in bloom, birds are singing their love songs, and the residents of Pathéma are celebrating the arrival of Spring! Stalls of flowers can be found in the market place, fresh pressed juices and berries are sold and everyone feels more friendly than usual.

At night, bondfires are lit on the beach, and tables of food from your world are displayed alongside food from foreign places. Music is played all night long, and dancers pull strangers to join them, while the fire breathers put on a show for all to see. At midnight, fireworks light up the night skies before the party rages on until the sun comes up.

Blankets are available all over the beach, some giving more privacy than others...

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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This will be useful if it works. [Steve nods his head to some off-camera and flashes them a tight smile. It's not entirely clear if he's got any clothing on from the angle he's holding the device, but his cheeks are slightly flushed. His hair is decidedly flustered.]

I'm Captain Steve Trevor, American Expeditionary Forces. Can anyone hear me? I'd appreciate a better explanation.

[He's pretty certain he's meant to be dead right now. Not enjoying some time away on an island. Also he's got to stop waking up on weird islands.

That are home to Greek Gods.

How exactly is this his life? Death? Again?]

[Diana is just staring at the screen of her device because this certainly wasn't someone she ever expected to see here or anywhere really.

Her eyebrows knit together and she shakes her head and she presses the button to reply. So there she is, still just staring because she doesn't even know what to say or do. But it hurts to look at him and so for a moment she lowers her eyes.]

Steve?

Diana?!

[New theory. He's currently dying and this is his minds way of handling the situation.

He opens his mouth twice before he thinks better of it and just keeps it shut. He's truthfully better off simply waiting her out.

He wants to touch her. She's not even looking at him and he doesn't know why. Isn't sure he can fix that.]

[She wants to throw her device across the room because what is this even? He'd died years ago, she'd seen it and yet here he was looking as handsome as ever and not dead.

She exhaled and finally lifts her gaze back up. He was so handsome. Is so handsome.]

Where are you? I can come get you.

Outside some temple. I've even only been threatened once.

[That counts as a victory. No one has even pointed a projectile weapon at him yet. He lowers his voice.]

I've got no idea how I got here.

That's certainly a record for you.

[She can't help but flash him a half smile. This was so familiar it hurt, but that wasn't Steve's fault.

She's out the door and she's wearing a white blouse and fitted black slacks. Nothing she's worn around him before and she's moving as fast as she can to get to him.]

None of us know how we got here, Steve. But I promise to try and explain as much as I can once I get there.

Reassuring.

[He let's out a frustrated sigh.]

Are all islands like this?

[She shoots him an amused smirk.]

I believe the last island you were on was a lot different than this one.

[She's almost there and once she's in view of the temple, she slows down a bit. She exhales and then she sees him and it feels as though her heart was breaking all over again. She still remembers the last time she'd seen him and truly, she's not sure what she's feeling right at that moment. It's a mixture of happiness, regret, confusion and even a little bit of anger all rolled into something that she couldn't quite name.

She shuts off her device and it's slipped into the pocket of her slacks. She doesn't need it anymore because she can clearly see him.]

Steve...

It was a lot less friendly. And had a lot more horses.

[Steve lowers the device when she comes into view, and he exhales in a way he hasn't since he first woke up on a hard stone floor. He jogs lightly down the few steps to the main path and freezes, smile turning uncertain.]

You don't seem happy to see me.

[In fact, he'd say she looks...Doesn't really matter. He doesn't exactly wait for her to answer him either before reaching out to her and taking her face carefully in his hands. She's changed. Something about her isn't...

It isn't right.]

What is it?

[How do you explain to someone that you'd witnessed their death? That you'd found a way to continue on for close to one-hundred years? She didn't know how to tell him that or even if she should.

She manages a smile for him but she didn't expect him to cradle her face so gently in his hands and that smile falters just a bit. Her eyes close and she's leaning into his touch. It had been entirely too long--]

I am happy to see you. It's just been a long time since I've seen you.

[She's reaching up, her fingers gliding across the curve of his jaw.]

I didn't expect to see you here.

[His forehead rests gently against hers as he listens, tries to pick apart the secrets she's keeping from him. Another new thing.

Secrets.

He's meant to be the spy here, not her.

His throat moves as he swallows.]

How long?

[He can't think of anything else to ask. He's still not certain he understands how he got here, when he can still feel the heat and pain of his body tearing apart in a way there should be no here to get to. He doesn't know how much time it takes for someone to be put back together until their body is whole without a mark to show what it'd been through.

He doesn't know how long it'd take for that kind of sadness to become a permanent part of Diana's being.]

How long has it been?

Too long.

[That is her immediate reply but she knows that it isn't what he's asking. She just doesn't want to answer. It's selfish of her, she knows that and she knows that he deserves to know.

Her hands slid up to cup his cheeks in her hands and for a moment it felt like no time has passed at all. She just wants to get lost in this moment where she's actually touching Steve again.

But she knows that such things aren't possible and so she lets out a little sigh.]

Ninety-six years. [She still can't stop staring because she's afraid if she looks away that he'll disappear or she'll wake up and find she's been dreaming.]

Like I said, too long.

[She needs to pull herself together somehow and so she exhales and drops her hands down to her sides and takes a step back.]

You're probably wanting some real clothes.

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That's...a lot of years.

[He can't even picture it. Steve isn't ready to let her go, but she's moving and he cannot, will not, dictate to her what to do, even when every part of him aches to pull her back in. He let's his knuckles graze the sharp angles of her cheeks before his hands drop to his side.]

What's wrong with it? I'm starting to like this look.

[His lips twitch slightly before curving into a full smile.]

You're not out for revenge, are you? I didn't pick out those outfits the first time.

[Diana would have loved to have just been able to have got lost in being with Steve again, loved to have been able to do so many things. But perhaps that would come later after she was able to wrap her mind around him actually being there.

His words though, they confuse her for a moment and then she remembered. An actual smile begins to form.]

As tempting as the idea of revenge is, no, Eros has decided be nice, I suppose, and in each of our houses is a wardrobe filled with our own clothing.

I can take you to your house...

[He was afraid she'd forgotten how to do that. His gaze traces the gentle curve of her lips and commits it to memory before the rest of her words catch up to him.]

So, Eros. I thought you said all the Gods were dead.

[He's pretty sure he remembers her saying that. That Ares was special because he wasn't dead. He can deal with the fact that someone had stolen his clothes. More Gods is...it's a lot, Diana. Okay? It's still a lot and he barely made peace with the fact that she hadn't been naively lying to him in the first place.

He has never wished he'd paid attention more in school than he was now.]

[It wasn't that she'd forgotten how to smile, it was more along the lines of she hadn't truly had a reason to until he had shown up.

Her lips press together for a moment as her smile fades.]

In our world they are... Mostly. [Except for her but that was a whole other story.]

These Gods... We are not on our world, at least I don't believe we are. This place brings us from different times, worlds and even brings people back from being dead.

[She can't help it and steps closer to him again.]

I hated this place when I was brought here but now... How can I hate a place that brought you back to me?

Then why does he get to control what happens here?

[That's- Yeah, okay, fine. He'll push that line of questioning aside for later. He's no less desperate than she is to take advantage of the time they've been given. Too afraid of how temporary this might be. Leaving her once was hard enough. He reaches for her hand this time, giving it a squeeze.]

I never wanted to leave you.

Because this is his world, we'll his and the other Gods.

[She looks down at their hands and then squeezes back. She remembers the first time she had ever to hold her hand and she flashes him a smile that borders on wistful.]

I know. But you had to and I understand why. You're here now though and that's all that matters right now.

I wasn't sure you would.

[He hadn't been sure she'd heard him, the words he'd been saying, the pressing weight of them that he needed to lift from his chest so he could do what little he could to end the fighting and chaos.

He's only a little ashamed when he leans in and steals that smile from her lips by covering them with his own. A little. Because even he can't be perfect and he's been wanting to kiss her since she first appeared in front of him.]

[Her eyebrows draw a little together and she can't quite figure out why he didn't think she would understand his sacrifice. She hadn't been happy about it, obviously but she had understood his choice. She had felt like a part of her had died with him in that plane.

She was lost in her thoughts when she realized that he was leaning in and before she knew what was going on, he was kissing her. She didn't even think about it, she just kissed him back because how could she not?]

[Ninety-six years and for him it was hours. His hands go back to her face, helpless to stop them and even when he stops the kiss he lingers there.]

Is this all right?

[She sighed when he broke their kiss and she opened her eyes so she could study his expression. Was this all right? No and yes. Her emotions were all over the place and now...

She wanted nothing more to stand here and kiss him but there were things they had to talk about, things he had to understand before they went down this path again.]

Steve, there are some things you need to know. [She drew in a deep breath.] About this island and what we must do... And the things that happen here.

I- [Steve rubs the back of his neck. He hadn't known what to expect or believe when he'd arrived here, but after Ares...He's not entirely willing to test boundaries just yet.]

It was explained.

[It wasn't that long ago that she was discussing female pleasure with him while trying to convince him to lay down beside her. Her bluntness had taken him off-guard then as much as her...reluctance to talk about it now did.]

What else happens here?

[If someone has hurt her...They were probably regretting it already. She would never stand for that.] Or would it better to talk about this behind closed doors?

[At least something had been explained to him and she wouldn't have to talk about that, not that she ever had a problem talking about sex or pleasures of the flesh before but this was all something else entirely.]

I suppose it's just the entire aspect of this island. [Her eyebrows knitted together and for a moment it was almost as if she didn't know what to say, but it was more along the lines of she didn't quite know how to say what she wanted.]

Perhaps that would be better. We can go to my... Well, no. Let's go to your house so you can at least get into something more comfortable for you.

[There's a lack of enjoyment when faced with dying. Also. Dying. No one should die because they're unable to find a partner. That's just-

Wrong.

He's actually kind of enjoying this whole toga look, however. Especially since it comes with sunshine, warmth, life and oh yeah, Diana.]

You know, I can kinda see why the Amazons liked wearing skirts in battle, they're really easy to move around in.

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