pathemaooc | 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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S P R I N G >>>> R E V I V A L:

Magnus isn't a stranger to a good party, but what he isn't familiar with is being tapped out of his own magical frequency and licensed to another card holder. If he weren't almost certain that Valentine had no involvement he would have pursued his depth and range in the unharmonious Downworld as an option to pursue, but this was tacky even for the kind of ugly that he chose to harbor.

So as not to seem out of place, Magnus has a drink in hand and is mingling. There have already been several scenarios where mundanes (as far as he could guess) were throwing caution to the wind to play exhibitionist and he doesn't seem bothered so much as curious by the blatancy of their lewd acts. Some simply just don't care or enjoy that a crowd is watching.

Try as he might to keep his wits about him, the music blaring, and the floral aromas surrounding them become too distracting to avoid. When he does snap back to reality it's with such a jolt that his drink slips out of the flute and onto the party nearest to him.

"Oh!" Well, this could have gone much better. The fact that he didn't have his spells or energies served only to add to the sensory overload. "Allow me to..hm, here." Magnus pulls off the jacket he has one with an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulders. "It's the least I can do."

N E T >>> W O R K:

Nice hat-trick, at least Eros chose to pick a binder that suited me.

[Magnus pulls a finger through the necklace from home and lowers the device so everyone can get a good look.]

I've been on the receiving end of a curse more than once, and if you're nice I'll even tell you how many times I've been held prisoner but doing so without allowing us our talents?? Now that's just cowardice.

W I L D >>> C A R D:
[ Go ahead, surprise me. ]

Edited 2017-04-27 03:17 (UTC)

I've gone without my "talents" before. You get used to it, though it's a bit jarring at first.

This isn't what I'd call jarring. No, it's just subjugation. We may be able to free roam as we'd like here, but this is still a prison.

I've been in worse situations. I don't mean that this place is a good one, or that this is right-- [she places her hand on her collar]-- but I can live with it.

I think that's the idea, to begin with. The situation itself, worship or die.

I've never willingly played along with a world's rules if I could help it. I have two weeks before I have to "worship".

Well, good luck. I'll follow up with you to see how it's going. Considering the alternative, I have a feeling we'll all be with someone before ten days have run its course.

Especially being that we have no real way to retaliate.

I don't expect that will stop people from trying to retaliate. [she can't help but smile] Even if it's something as simple as a weekly broadcast.

Of course, but somehow I doubt whining on a social scale will make much of a difference.

You'd be surprised.

There is a soft yelp beside Magnus as he snaps out of his reverie, and Anne blinks lightly before she tries to dab away the champagne from her dress with her handkerchief. She looks at the man she thinks she has just bumped into:

"My apologies, monsieur. I was not looking where I was going," she offers with a small sheepish smile. Though clearly, from the flush on her cheeks, it is clear that she was averting her eyes from the debauchery around them before she collided with Magnus. Such liberties are reserved for one's bedroom, or the brothel, and while Anne truly wants to keep an open-mind about this island, this is a bit much too fast for her sensitivities.

"Thank you most kindly," she says as she takes the offered jacket, letting it rest on her shoulders. The contrast between the modern garment and her Renaissance-era dress makes the contrast very clear to anyone that she's from a time most people read in books now.

As a server walks by them, she retrieves two flutes, offering one to the gentleman in front of her:

"To replace which I have spilled."

Her choice of dress doesn't throw him at all, he's lived long enough to wear the same threads and understand the mobility issues that each intricate stitch inspired. Specifically or the ladies who rarely wore slacks during such a time. Now that it wasn't an issue and he spent his time with the shadow hunters it's a refreshing change to see.

"Nonsense. I think it was a collaborative error, the blame can't lie on any one person in this case." Of course, he's not so rude as to decline her offer, the glass is retrieved with a cheshire grin. "I take it you're new here as well?" Obviously, since most of those he's had a chance to talk with so far have only been on the island a matter of months if not a day or two like the majority. This must be specific to new captives.

She nods at his words, knowing precisely that the man is splitting the fault out of politeness and chivalry. She still appreciates the gesture: it is nice to know this false god has brought in good people. Anne raises the glass to her lips, barely wetting her lips before answering his question:

"Yes. I woke up a few days ago in the temple. I am Anne of Austria," she adds with a bow, not truly expecting the man to know who she is. She's learned in the past days while exploring that the collared people all came from different time, or worlds. And that a crown on her head meant very little. Which is both a curse and a blessing in Anne's eyes.

"May I inquire your name, monsieur?"

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