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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[Wanda curls her lips into a line.]

It's a start.

[She isn't comfortable with it but his effort helps; a little.]

So you knew me?

A little. [a pause] I was closer to Stark, honestly. Similar scientific minds.

[Wanda licks her lips.]

Of course. [There is a dry sort of humor in her tone.] What about the island you were at before. It wasn't like it is here?

[She points at the collar around her neck to make it clear what she was talking about.]

[look if he dropped his real name on you, you would understand even better how he and Stark could be bros]

Ah, yeah, it was actually a lot like this place. A goddess called Atia running it and the technology was a little more advanced, but same basic idea of "fuck or die".

[It looks like she's back but with no memory of being in a place like this before. The whole situation unsettled her.]

Is that common? Meeting people for a second time.

[She's surprisingly not worried about the sex part of her prison. She has a few days and there are more concerning things pressing to the forefront of her thoughts.]

[Victor is a veteran member of the club. Come join it, Wanda]

Sometimes for a third and fourth time. Gods are fickle beings, and I've seen many people come and go in the time I've lived on the islands.

Are there others here who would know me?

[It goes unsaid that she's talking about people outside of the Avengers.]

My wife Meg. [first time saying that out loud] Not sure if there's anyone else.

Does she know the same as you?

[Wanda wants to meet her, to confirm that she is as earnest as this man seems to be. If the other Avengers are here it's less of a problem though she still finds it rather odd.]

Maybe a little more. You'll have to ask her.

[and she'll be more willing to talk about the multiple worlds and the fact that sex happened. Victor figures he dumped enough on Wanda for one day]

I will.

[She'll probably visit them if they're living together. At least try and fill in some blanks.]

I'm grateful. That you told me.

[Since he really hadn't had too.]

[he gives her a little smile]

Take care of yourself, Wanda. Call me if you need anything.

Sure.

[She doesn't know what she'll do but the offer is nice.]

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