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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This place is so foreign that Anne is almost surprised to hear someone hail her by her title. It's enough to stop her from walking, but it's the familiarity of the voice that causes her heart to flip in her chest. She knows that voice, to the deepest of her soul and but when she turns around to face the Musketeer, there's a hint of surprise on her face:

"Aramis?"

It is not possible. He left to join the Jesuites the moment Rochefort's mess had been cleaned up at the Palace. While Anne knows he's chose for the best, to protect her and their son, part of her is still irrationally cross with him. She's never felt so lonely in her life: Marguerite's betrayal still weighted heavy on her, and she could see how Louis is not trusting her as he used to. And there is no amount of loneliness or sadness that will make Anne ask Constance to come back to the Palace. Her friend deserves to be happy with the love of her life: it is something Anne will never have, she is not bout to take it away from Constance.

It does not make sense to see Aramis in this unknown place, and yet here he is, looking back intently at her. It makes Anne very aware of herself, and she stands a little bit straighter, her chin raising up slightly:

"Are you not far from your monastery?"

She hopes her voice sounds firmer than how her knees are feeling; she may be in a strange place, but she still have a reputation to uphold. There is only a shred of will that keeps Anne from running to Aramis and seek the comfort of his arms in this strange place, because she knows that with him here, where ever here is, she will be safe and well. The only sign of her restrain is how her hands hold on the fabric of her toga, white knuckle and trembling slightly.

It has almost been half a decade since Aramis has set his eyes upon her. His return to the Musketeers is rather fresh, having agreed to return after it became clear that being a monk was not his true calling. No, God has deemed his blade to be his weapon, and while Aramis had tried to take up the robe, in the end, he knows it is not to be. France and God require him in other ways.

It has not changed though, those feelings that flare within him, although he knows it should not be. She is queen, and somewhere Athos is already glaring at him. Yet Athos is not here, and Aramis is a Musketeer. She should not be here, as much as he wants to reach out and touch her. She should not be here. It does not stop the bow that he gives, shifting his weight as he leans forward, holding for a moment even as he collects his thoughts.

He might unravel though beneath her gaze, her beauty, and yet he doesn't, nor does he fail to note how her fingers clutch upon her attire. He is aware of her, completely, as he always is when she is within eye sight of him. His eyes search hers out, yet she looks as radiant as she always has. "Hardly mine, and mine no more. God has ceased my tenure, and returned me to my calling of a Musketeer."

Anne should have noticed the subtle changes in Aramis: his face is one she thinks of often, even after all that has happened with Rochefort. She should have seen the longer hair and the few wisps of gray in his beard, but she's too taken aback with seeing him here to process the subtle changes years have done to him. She watches him bow to her, and the familiarity of it seems to be comforting for a moment, as fleeting as it felt. She nods at his explanation, even if it seems unreal to Anne:

"I have never imagined you to take to the monk life well, if I may be honest," she says with a small smile. Anne knows she shouldn't be relieved to know that Aramis is a Musketeer again: having him away from court makes it easier to train her eyes and mind on Louis and the Dauphin. And for him to come back to the life of a soldier now only means that he will be send to the front with the rest of the regiment. That thought alone, and what it can mean for his life, sends a shiver down Anne's spine and her hands leave her toga to run over her naked arms, as if wanting to warm herself up.

Thoughts of the war with her brother brings her mind back to her current situation: she needs to get back to France as soon as possible, and now that Aramis is with her again, she is more likely to escape this strange island, and whoever impersonates the god Eros. Anne does not want to believe his speech is, and what it implies, is her new reality. Certainly, this must be a game from enemies of Louis, and they must twart their plans to weaken his reign. To focus on the thought of home, of her son needing her, breathes strength in her heart:

"Do you know where we are? How far are we from France? We must get back immediately."

Denial may not just be a river in Egypt for Anne, right now.

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