pathemaooc | Test Drive #2

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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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CODED BY TESSISAMESS

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The scene unfolding in front of her was an interesting one. She didn't stare but she took notes, specifically about Luke, logging them away should she need to use them in the future.

As the man scrambled away, Justine realized that she was more composed than some of those exiting the temple. She knew it would be short lived, even now she felt a darkness testing and teasing at her rationality. How long did she have without Thomas to help her? She chose not to push her concerns away and focus on the task at hand.

Justine turned towards the direction that Luke had indicated, lingering for just a moment. "Would it be to much trouble for you to walk with me?" Once again her voice was sweet and yet this time her tone was rougher and a little more uncertain. "I think I'd feel safer with you around."

"Sure," he answered simply and waited for her to take a step first before he did. One of his was longer than hers but he could keep any pace. She didn't utter anything about what just happened so he opted not to either. "No trouble at all." Luke had to get to the tavern for his shift but had just under an hour before he needed to be there.

He gave a glance back to the temple before finally moving in the direction he'd indicated to Justine. New arrivals always begged the question if someone would show up who was familiar. That could either go good or bad. For now, he gave the new arrival his attention. "Where you from?" he asked casually, eyes ahead instead of on her.

Justine stepped lightly, each step uncomfortably silent without the click of her heels. She had dropped her phone back to her side but her house number and location repeated silently in her head. It was something to focus on, something to distract her.

Thomas.

She wondered what he was doing. She'd been with him before this and now... would he know she was gone? He had already saved her once, she didn't want to have to see him do it again.

It took her a moment to realize that Luke had asked her a question.

"Chicago." Her head turned towards him as she spoke and then returned back towards their path. She was grateful that he kept his pace to match hers. "And what about you?"

Justine seemed well adjusted for a new arrival. She looked a little lost in her thoughts but wasn't trying to kill anyone or took off running like the poor bastard who had ran into him. It only took a second before she answered what he'd asked.

"Before here? New York," he answered her question. "I grew up in Georgia though. Went camping and fishing as a kid, besides what the Marines taught me so it wasn't too hard to keep myself fed when first arriving here. The housing this place provides doesn't have a stove or microwave and the only running water is a toilet. You'll have to fill a tub for baths." Hopefully that wasn't too much of an information dump.

He walked and matched her pace, hands back to being halfway stuff into the pockets of the jeans he wore.

Each drop of information gave life to Justine. It was something to cling to, a fact that she could turn over in her head again and again. The Marines. She thought curiously, pushing the tension in the back of her head a little further away. He's a fighter but more than that, he's a protector.

Justine's teeth press softly to her lower lip before dragging her tongue along the area.

"I see." Her voice was soft as she continued. "I don't know where I was born but Chicago has been my home since I was a teen. I wonder if it's like New York." Two great cities that often fight over the way pizza should be prepared. It's a curious thing, the culture that drives people and how they thrive and connect.

"I'm not sure what I'll do." She admitted shortly after his description. It's a lot to take in and even more to think about. Justine was happy for the distraction but her worried returned. How would she eat? She could get a job but that wouldn't solve the problem she'd have today.

"From what I've heard, Chicago is a smaller scale New York with more wind?" he offered with a slight tease in his pitch, attempting to keep things light. It looked as if everything was starting to sink in. Maybe he needed to back off the information dump.

Luke kept an eye on her in his peripheral with the occasional glance, mostly looking ahead to where they were walking. "You could come to the tavern if you need cooked food. Market has fresh fruits and vegetables. I heard some arrivals were getting staples in their assigned quarters to start off with. There was a week long festival when I arrived that provided food..." He remembered mentioning bathing to her.

"If you need a hand with getting the water for a bath, I don't mind. I found a way I can carry a few buckets at once. Or if you're not body shy then there are bath houses around. One for men, one for women, one for those who don't really care." They were nearing her place so he slowed his step, stopping when just outside her door. "This looks like it. I can leave you to get settled or if you wanna change, I'm heading to the tavern for work. I'll get you something to eat if you're hungry."

A light smile played across her lips, "It can get very windy." It was something normal to talk about which in one respect was odd. Her life had never been normal and she never expected it to be.

Justine paused at the door to her new home. She was grateful for his help and she considered herself lucky to have catch his eye just outside the temple.

Thin pale fingers rested lightly on the door frame. "I'm not body shy." She spoke in a low voice, those dark eyes looking up at Luke while a teasing smirk touched her lips. "But if you're willing to help-" Her head tilted to the side as she leaned against the frame. "-I might take you up on that too." She wondered how strong he was.

Her gaze lingered on Luke for a moment, mapping the curve of his shoulders and the bits of his chest that she could see beneath his shirt. She wasn't hiding her glance. "Food would be better than silence." She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. "I will change quickly."

Hopefully she wasn't long in getting changed, like she said. Time was ticking and he didn't have too much longer before his shift. Luke watched as she lingered before going into the small house. It seemed like she was flirting. Maybe. There was definitely a tease in her voice. His eyes watched her knowingly but his lips didn't utter a word. A hint of mischief remained in his eyes.

"I'll be right here," he said before turning to put his back against the door frame. The time afforded him to wonder what he might've gotten himself into. Something about Justine screamed trouble but the same could be said about him. He'd give her a chance and see what panned out. Maybe she'd just ask for the favor once in a while. If she wasn't body shy, she might ask him for collar help.

It was a good thing that she wasn't body shy under the circumstances. She'd have an easier time than some on the island who were either limited in experience or confidence. Luke caught how her eyes fell over him before she'd gone inside. She could've just been sizing him up but his gut said otherwise. Regardless, he wouldn't look any different when Justine returned. Cool, calm Luke.

Justine was quick. Both dressing and undressing where things she was used to doing in a hurry. Her movements were fluid, dropping the toga to the floor of the small house and reaching for something else to wear. She pulled on the first set of clothes she'd come across: a long sleeve top that draped off one shoulder while managing to show off the curves of her torso, a short black skirt that flares pleasantly around her thin waist and a pair of black stiletto high heels.

She turns to the door frames less than five minutes later, pulling her thick midnight black hair over her shoulder. The flat of her stomach was visible and when she walked there was a slight sway of her hips that went along with the comforting clicking of her steps. While Justine's features were sweet and beautiful, she used them knowing full well how people saw her.

Her phone was clipped to the straps of her heels since she had no pockets in her outfit.

"Shall we?" Justine always flirts a little, but she's also interested in Luke. He appeared to be the sort of person who she would want to get to know.

Her hand slipped gently around his arm, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin. Her choker was more noticeable now, lacy white and glittering with jewels at her neck.

Luke pushed off the frame as she opened the door. His eyes gave a respectful glance of what she wore. "Nice threads," he commented and gave a nod when she asked if they were off. Chicago had the same fashion sense as New York it seemed. She looked better than nice but he considered it a safe enough compliment.

"I'd question the heels on this terrain but if Chicago's like New York, I'm sure you've got it handled." He still kept a careful step along the way. Not his usual wide stride since she'd taken his arm. Luke bent it in to his side out of custom, glad to escort her formally. "What kind of food do you like? Tavern's specialty is Greek but there are ways around that. They make a mean steak. And can fix up a nice salad without the hebs, feta, onions and olives if you're not a fan of that stuff."

Justine was very skilled when it came to walking and running in heels. She was a human among those who could easily out match her in every way. Being able to move in heels felt like a small defense in comparison. They also gave her a few inches in height though she only reached 5' 7" with the added rise of her shoes.

"I've had a lot of practice." She stated confidently though her initial uncertainty continued to linger in her voice. There were things she left unspoken and she had a strange feeling that Luke understood them despite her silence.

"I'm not very picky." Justine hadn't had a choice in what she ate most days. "Do you have a favorite meal? I think I'd like to try that?"

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