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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For his part, there's no hint of recognition of her. Nor does he know why there would be. She's just another stranger among a crowd of them.

"That depends on what someone else is looking for."

She flashed the man an amused smile as she leaned against the bar. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it and that was going to annoy her in a while.

"I suppose that depends on what's available." She studied him for a few moments and then wasn't able to fend off her curiosity any longer. "I'm sorry, but... Have we met? I feel like we have somewhere before." And she blinked, realizing just how that could be taken. "I'm not hitting on you, I promise, you just really seem familiar."

"There seems to be a lot available, including some I've never heard of." It's not like he's an expert or anything, but he does consider himself a bit of a connoisseur. When he gets the chance.

"I would remember if we had." Then he realizes how that sounds, too. "Probably. I tend to remember these sorts of things. Plus I haven't been here that long." Though of course it is always possible that he's wrong.

"Erik Lehnsherr."

"I'm sure that it's more than what I'm use to." Which wasn't really stretching the truth. She hadn't really had the opportunity to get crazy when it came to drinking. A glass of wine or two and that was normally her limit.

She flagged down the bartender, intent on ordering just a glass of wine but then he continued to speak.

Her head whipped back in his direction and her eyes widened. "Erik... Lehnsherr." Her gaze darted around for a moment, almost as though she was waiting for someone to jump out and yell 'GOTCHA!' because that's what this moment felt like. This man was too young to be the Erik Lehnsherr who she'd known. The Erik Lehnsherr who had almost destroyed so many peoples' lives. The Erik Lehnsherr that had helped with Stryker.

She exhaled slowly, attempting to calm her suddenly frayed nerves. "I knew an Erik Lehnsherr, but he was about forty years older than you."

He hasn't had much experience yet with people reacting that way to his name, but at the same time, it doesn't surprise him. Not with recent events. He wouldn't even be able to tell her if he's the one who had done any of those things, because they haven't happened for him yet -- and maybe the point of changing the future was that they won't. He doesn't know how that works.

If he's familiar to her, then he probably is the same person.

"I suppose we all get there eventually."

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