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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Arrival;

Luke has a very bad feeling about this.

After awaking naked on the floor of an old building, he quickly locates the toga but is rather confused as to what it is exactly. He's never seen a garment like that before and he fiddles with it for a while before finally just tying the thing around his waist. Even more unnerving is the collar around his neck. A shock-collar? An explosive device if he tries to leave?

With that worrying prospect on his mind, his next task is finding some kind of weapon, because surely his captors would still be close, and the fact that they somehow disabled his blaster and lightsaber is making him more than nervous. A stick would have to do. There's quite literally nothing else around. No droids, no security towers, not even a speeder bike. He's a little surprised at how technologically desolate this place is.

Where's the ship he was brought here in? This planet definitely isn't Hoth. Not nearly enough snow or man-eating beasts.

Anyone unfortunate enough to run into Luke right now will find him looking rather wild-eyed, a large stick held in his white-knuckled hands like a club, and his toga wrapped around his hips where it barely covers him up. If a strong wind were to blow then it wouldn't even do that much.

Spring Festival or just around;

He finally emerges from his hiding spot after hearing some version of a rundown on this place, face beet-red and awkwardly pulling at the garment he was provided (though now wearing it properly). It covers way less than he's used to and, honestly, he's a little bit too chicken-legged to pull off a toga that well. Though it isn't just the outfit that's making him flush rather brightly; it's knowing what he'll have to do here to stay alive.

And this collar. It makes him all manner of uncomfortable, and not just in the way it hangs heavily around his neck. Slavery is still a thing where he comes from and it's giving him all sorts of unpleasantly familiar vibes.

He was told from a young age that his father and grandmother were slaves and he's not about to follow in their footsteps.

Angrily determined, but still looking like he might pop a blood vessel if he gets any pinker, Luke begins his task of awkwardly dodging too many eyes and trying to cover his legs while simultaneously looking for someone who might be in charge here. He has a piece of his mind for whomever that is. He still hasn't figured out how he got here in the first place. Drugging is the only answer he can think of and that just makes him even angrier.

Though the question of 'why' is even more nagging, especially with the war going on. What an odd concept for a prison colony.

Of course, after a while he starts to realize finding the responsible party might not be very easy after all. In fact, the other prisoners are suggesting that his efforts would be fruitless for one reason or another.

Starting to get desperate, Luke can be found muttering to anyone who will listen. "Hey, I'm trying to find anyone who wants out of here, or maybe someone who's already started a group effort. Do you know who I should talk to?"

Edited 2017-05-04 22:34 (UTC)

Anne is just as confused and as lost as Luke. This looks nothing like the streets of Paris, or anywhere in the countryside that she has been to. The statues reminds her of what she's read or heard of Ancient Greek, a time of heresy, with people following multiple gods at the same time. But she can't thin of a good reason for Greece to kidnap her, especially not in the wake of France declaring war on Spain. There is no reasonable reasons for her not to be by the Kings side, and yet, she can not find anyone that knows of Louis.

She comes across Luke just as a gust of wind picks up, causing the piece of fabric they were give as clothe to move around sharply. As she tries to keep the fabric from showing off her body more than it is appropriate for the Queen of France to do so, she catches a flash of skin from the young man in front of her. Anne can't stop the surprised cry from escaping her lips: she's not sure of what part of Luke she just saw, but for certain it's something she's not meant to see:

"Please, monsieur, cover your self!" she says as she covers her eyes, her head turning away to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.

As it so happens the first person Luke comes across is a young lady who appears rather confused and distraught herself. She's certainly not armed. He lowers his stick as he realizes this and lets out the breath he'd been holding.

It's then, just then, that a gust of wind chooses to make their first meeting even more awkward than it already was.

Since he was already pretty bare it's difficult for Luke to tell just how much of him has been exposed so he doesn't think to react until the lady exclaims and covers her eyes. Luke's own eyes go rather wide and he quickly slaps his hand down over the fabric.

"What?" he says a little thickly, having not caught some of what she said. What's a mon-sewer? "Sorry! Sorry," he quickly concedes, his own face going rather pink.

It's a moment or two of wincing over what just happened and holding the fabric down with his free hand before Luke finally thinks to ask her the obvious, burning questions. "Sorry. Do you know where this is? I don't-- I don't know how I got here."

Edited 2017-05-08 00:15 (UTC)

She has managed to find some additional clothing at the residence that they have apparently been given. She does question that, and rightly so. Yet the attire makes her slightly less conspicuous. She is used to being a shadow now, lingering out of the light, keeping her identity concealed. The hood only covers her though and doesn't change the general shape of her. So far, those that she has seen have been human in appearance, and Ahsoka isn't too certain what to make of that. Isn't too certain what to make of any of this. The stories that she has heard have been too far fetched, and yet she cannot deny the collar around her neck that refuses to undo.

Information is something that Ahsoka has been good at getting. Moreso now with the rise of the Empire. The truth is a word only, lost, distorted, abused. She lingers on the outskirts of the festival, watching, learning, studying. It isn't until later that her attention is drawn, to watch an individual, and Ahsoka finds herself blinking in surprise. He looks so much like... But she cuts that thought off. Anakin is dead. So many of her brothers and sisters died, and the memory of it still echoes within her. It isn't until he comes closer, having move on from the individual that he had been speaking to, that Ahsoka answers the question that had not been directed at her. "From what I can tell, there is no obvious form of resistance. More of an each their own."

It's something that Luke hadn't noticed until now, that almost everyone here is human. As Luke tilts his head to get a peek at the new stranger, he realizes the person under the cloak is a togruta, which normally wouldn't be odd to him at all, but it's the first non-human face he's seen here. That is very odd.

Suddenly he's feeling some very unpleasant vibes. The Empire has always been adamant about keeping a humans-only environment. A chill runs up his spine.

What the togruta woman tells him isn't much more of a comfort. "Morale's that low, huh?" Luke glances around them tensely. That very bad feeling he had before has become a worse feeling. "What is this supposed to be? A prison?"

Test Drive #2

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

Arrival

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festival

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