Test Drive #2

[pathemamods]

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

Comments

[womanofvalue]

It's not that Peggy's unused to being known, given the news about her during the war, but it's still something that takes her off guard, adjusting the strap of the strange little garment to study the woman who apparently knows her. She's got Peggy at a disadvantage, because Peggy doesn't recognise her in the least, which leaves her rather frustrated.

She never has liked catching up when it comes to information. "I'm sorry, you've an advantage over me," she confesses. "I don't know who you are, but you seem to know me."

[morethanthis]

Natasha smiled a little. "I suppose I do. Sorry about that. You're something of legend where I come from," She stepped forward, extending her hand.

"Natasha Romanoff. I read your Shield file, and Steve has talked about you." She finished, a more strained smile etching her face. "He's gonna swoon when he sees you," She laughed softly, easily slipping on a carefree mask.

"Have you found him yet?"

[womanofvalue]

It's strange for Peggy to think of herself as any such thing when she's still struggling to earn basic respect from some of the men she works with. "No, I've..." Peggy pauses, trying to collect herself, barely acknowledging the strange device. "I'm sorry, Steve?" It's said so casually, but Peggy thinks there's only one Steve she knows that matters that much, but he's dead.

Dead and in the ice and gone, isn't he? "I don't know what SHIELD is, either," she says. "Who are you?" Peggy demands. "Is this some kind of cruel joke?"

[morethanthis]

Natasha sucked in a deep breath. She cursed softly in Russian, Clint would do kick her ass for this, she was sure. "We should start again. They found Captain Rogers about 2 or 3 years ago, and we all got together and formed a team," She paused. Family, whatever, at this point, Nat was pretty sure that she destroyed that anyway, between Bruce and now Steve. She couldn't go down that road, it physically hurt, so she did what she always does, and sucked it up, becoming very detached. "I work with Steve, he's my partner, or was.... we ended up here, but are from different points in time."

She paused, her expression gentling. "I'm sorry I scared you. He'll be happy to see you. And as for knowing you, your work with the SSR was remarkable.

[womanofvalue]

There's a strange mix of pride and pain that she's warring with, trying to feel happy at the same time as she feels awful about all of this. She's been plucked out of time, strangely, and there's a woman here that works with Steve in the future, along with a team. It's hard not to feel abandoned, because her and the Howling Commandos had been Steve's team until he had been so stupidly noble as to give his life for them.

"I'm afraid my work with the SSR was barely started," she admits. "I only just got them to respect me as more than the order taker for lunch," is her sarcastic, annoyed comment.