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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CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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"Look, Red. You know what kind of hell it is to be in love with a woman who's in love with someone else? I'm not him and I'm never going to be him. Maybe you've only known me for a little while but I don't settle for being second best," Logan says, cutting her a sharp look.

"So for you, it's just to get that collar loosened. And I'd do it, because I'm in love with you. But for me, it means more than that, so don't dangle that shit in front of me like it doesn't matter. It does. It's one of the few things that does."

Jean's gaze dropped off to the side because she felt guilty. For what, she wasn't exactly sure. She hadn't tried to make Logan love her, she hadn't tried to string him a long. She swallowed and shifted her gaze to her fingers. "I've never asked you to be anything other than you."

Her gaze lifted to meet him and she shook her head. What was he going on about? His words were cruel, like he was trying to push her away from him and it was making her mad. "You're being an ass. I haven't asked you for anything, I'm just here. Do you think I want to be here?" Her jaw flexed. "If this is how you show your love, keep it to yourself."

She took a step away and shook her head again. "But don't worry, I won't ask you for your help." And not because she wouldn't need it but rather she didn't want to hurt him more than she had apparently already done but she doubted that he'd believe her if she spoke those words.

"He got there first," Logan says bitterly. "Maybe if I had gotten there before, maybe it'd be different. But it was always him first, for you, and I didn't have a chance. It's not your fault."

He clenches his hand tight in a fist. "You don't have to ask me for help. I'm going to give it because that's what I do. You need it now?" He flicks his glance up to her collar, tries to gauge how tight it is.

"It's been a few days for me and I tried to rip the goddamn thing off. I'm overdue."

"He's always been there," she pointed out, pretty sure she wasn't needing to remind him of how he'd left and then come back. Scott was safe, reliable and he was always there. Logan, he was wild, almost untameable, unpredictable. It was unfair to compare them though, they were so incredibly different.

"What do you want from, Logan?" she asked, bewildered. She knew she could just dig into his thoughts but she wasn't like that, refused to be like that. "You want me to go away because I can't be real. I'm the cause of all your headaches and..." Her hands motioned between them. "You think I want your help after all of that? You've been nothing but cruel and I don't know what you're trying to do here."

As always, Logan has managed to twist Jean every which way until she was so dizzy she didn't know which direction she was headed in.

"Not like I want anyone else touching you," Logan points out. "If someone's got to, it's going to be me. Come here."

It's gruff and low but he wants to show her that he can take care of her here and when they get back (if they get back) he can let her go back to Summers the way she wants. He can be the better man. He can do it for her.

"I'll take care of you, all right? I'll do it because I have to. It's what I've got to do."

"Do you even hear yourself?" she finally snapped. Logan was going to drive her insane. "If anyone touches me, it's because I want it and I let it happen. You don't get to decide that."

Jean is really about to lose her temper. Normally she could put up with Logan and his ways, but this wasn't a normal time. She's already been thrown off kilter and he's just adding onto it.

"Because you have to?" She pushed past him, moving away from the lights offered by the lamps of the party. "I can take care of myself!" she shouted over her shoulder as she stalked away, needing the space and to get away from the crowds of people gathered at that dumb party.

He's never been good with words. Problem is, he's always been a man of action and not a man who's good with saying how he feels so he reaches out and grabs her wrist, spins her toward him and tries to kiss her.

Maybe if he can't get it right in what he says he can get it right in how he expresses it. If not, well, he can just chalk it up to being a fuck-up again.

She almost hit him when he grabbed her wrist and spun her towards him. Almost, but he caught her off guard when he went in for a kiss. It shouldn't have surprised her because they seemed to always be teetering on the edge of this moment. She just normally spun the other way, somehow managing to avoid temptation and staying true to Scott.

But Scott wasn't there and there was nowhere else to spin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing their lips to meet in a hungry and perhaps long overdo kiss.

It's better than he'd imagined. He's been thinking about kissing Jean Grey almost from the moment he met her and he's got two sets of memories about the woman, two sets of realities that lead him back to one inevitable truth: her.

It's not the first time he's tried to kiss her but it's the first time he's done it without being wracked with guilt about it (as guilty as he ever gets) and it's the first time he's followed through.

She broke the kiss for a moment, her eyes dark as they searched his. This wasn't right, but it didn't feel wrong. Her hand moved, cupping his cheek. A part of her had longed for Logan since the moment they'd met and now they had the opportunity to act upon something they had both wanted.

Jean's heart was beating wildly and she leaned in again, pressing her lips against his again. She had told him before that she would be the one deciding and this was her deciding.

Logan finishes the kiss with a tug of teeth at her lower lip and gives her a grin, amused at the two of them. Not even ten minutes without Scott around and they can't keep their hands off one another. Figures. He brushes his thumb against her jaw, across her kiss-swollen mouth.

"You gonna ride this crazy place out with me, Red, or am I going to end up fighting you tooth and nail?"

For a moment she stared at him and doesn't quite comprehend what he was saying. All she could think of was just how right kissing Logan had felt. And then there was the crushing guilt. Scott. But Scott wasn't there, she didn't even know where he was, if he was okay.

For once Scott wasn't there and Logan was.

She exhaled and extracted herself from him, trying to compose herself. "We don't even know how long we're going to be here. There might not even be anything to ride out."

"Jean. You know what we have to do to survive this place and one kiss isn't going to cut it." It's not enough for him, either, not when he has at least a decade worth of fantasies he wants to start acting out with her right now.

"When we're here, the rules don't apply. We just gotta do what we need to do to keep our heads above water. You and me. I'm not going to let you get hurt."

"Logan, this is crazy." She shook her head and looked away. She didn't want to think about how they were going to have to survive because she knew deep down that it wasn't going to bother her as much as she knew it should. She knew they had both thought about it and here...

"What do we know about here? Only what we've been told. We don't know if what that guy said is true. We don't know--"

"I know it's true," Logan says, inviting her to come close and inspect the thick band of adamantium wrapped around his neck. "It was flush up against my skin before I kissed you. It loosened a little after. It only snapped after I tried to take the goddamn thing off. It knows."

He doesn't reach out and touch Jean's collar, he doesn't want to risk it, but he imagines hers is a little looser too.

Jean was really trying to fight what she was feeling, was trying to stay loyal. Logan wasn't making it easy and she was positive that he knew that. Wherever they were, Scott wasn't and well, Logan just wasn't making this easy for her.

Her eyebrows drew together and she looked back to him. "So he's powerful, that doesn't mean that we have to take what he's doing." She was trying to keep a grasp on some anger, anything to keep her from succumbing to what she was feeling. "Since when have you ever let anyone tell you what to do. I'd have thought you'd be tearing this place apart trying to get his hold done with."

Maybe she was being mean, but, she had to be because it would be so easy to just not care about anything but him at the moment.

"Well, Red, everyone's told me that he takes memories from you if you let the collar choke you out and you die," Logan says, giving her a narrow-eyed look.

"So you want to risk choking out on that and forgetting Scott? Forgetting Chuck and everyone else? Because I don't really want to. And I figure someone like you, who puts a premium on her mind, isn't going to want to either."

Leave it to Logan to kiss her one moment and then in the next bring up Scott to try and make some point to her. Her eyebrows creased and she looked away, arms folding protectively around her chest. She understood why he was saying what he was, he was trying to get her to understand... But she didn't want to hear that right now.

"Just stop, Logan. I... I just can't do this with you right now. I can't talk about this." It was really too much, too soon. She almost wished he hadn't been trying to be logical with her because that was something she wasn't sure was possible on the island.

"Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole. I'm trying to think of the best way to get out of this situation with our memories and our sanity intact. Like I said, I've had my memory wiped before. It's unpleasant shit to not understand where you come from and how you got there. I don't want that for you."

It doesn't help that he loves Jean and he has almost from the moment he met her. Having a chance to be with her, really be with her, is something he doesn't want to pass up and if he has to couch it in altruism to keep from being guilty, so be it.

Her gaze snapped back to him. "You think that we'll somehow be able to keep a grasp on our sanity in a place like this?" Her eyebrows lifted as she stared at him incredulously. "If even a small bit of what's been said about this place is true, I don't think sanity is something we're going to keep a hold of."

Already she was feeling like she was losing grasp on that. She was in a place where they needed to have sex to survive otherwise there was the possibility of forgetting who they were and the people they loved. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This wasn't fair, none of it was. And this place really wasn't being fair to Logan.

"You shouldn't love me, you know. You deserve to be happy and obviously you haven't been."

"Yeah, because you telling me that I shouldn't love you flips the switch in my brain. Listen, Jeannie, just because you don't want me to love you or you're guilty I love you or whatever? Doesn't change how I feel. You and Charles are the goddamn same. Think you know what's best for everyone."

Logan curls his fingers into a fist and wishes he could pop his claws, just this once. "I love who I love, I hate who I hate. You feeling guilty about that shit doesn't change how I feel. I'm offering you something to get you out of this place with your memories, according to the rules. That's it. I'm not asking you to love me."

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