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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"Thought maybe I'd met you in Japan. Did a stint there a while back," Logan says, watching her carefully. On a second examination, she's not as young as he originally thought but she's still really fucking young. Too fucking young to be stuck here on sex island, anyway.

"Been alive a long damn time. Met a lot of people. Sometimes it blurs, you know? Don't mean to offend."

She's eighteen, and she will happily knock anyone who considers her a kid into next week: Noriko has an incredible right hook.

"You didn't," she says. "Not really." It's more mild disappointment, because she now recognizes him, and she's going to want to talk about things her Logan would know, she knows that. But he won't have a clue what she's talking about. It would be saddening to anyone.

"No, you wouldn't have known me from Japan, not unless you made a habit of talking to ADHD kids with no obvious mutation."

"You'd be surprised. I manage to pick up a lot of people along the way. I'm not always stuck at that damn school," Logan says, taking a pull on his ouzo. It's still not beer and he wants it, desperately, to be beer but if wishes were horses...well.

"So, what's the mutation. It's not obvious and it's apparent you know me by reputation or something so I want to even the playing field."

"Mine?" she asks, holding up her hands and feeling the push of energy out to her fingertips, making them pulse with current, though it's not the same amount he's used to feeling, and not enough to kill. Still it's impressive. "Electrokinesis."

She shrugs. "I know you personally, or I know the version of you that'd know me. How different you are here, I don't know."

"Not the first time I've got gaps in my memory," Logan says, shrugging a little. "So we'll just pretend I know you and I just forgot because someone's been fucking around in my head again. No offense meant."

The electrokinesis is kind of fun, though, and he thinks there's a lot of ways that could be weaponized. "So, you on a team or are you an instructor?"

Noriko's expression, as she's reminded of the most recent events in her world by his question, falls a bit and she bites down at the inside of her cheek. "I...don't know. I was on a team, but now... I don't know."

And she isn't sure how much she should be explaining. Not that she wants to explain any of it.

"Well, you were either on a team or not, kid," Logan says, not sure what the discrepancy is. "And Chuck isn't the type to let you go prodigal for long. He managed to get me to settle down and live in the same place more than three months at a time."

He tilts his head a bit, inviting. "You want to talk about it?"

"Was, yes," she says evenly, if a little slowly--not real noticeable for anyone not familiar with her, but it feels glacial to her. "I was on a team. But now I think I'm supposed to be in charge of another one. Which is not...I'm not sure we'll last really long that way."

Yeah, sure, being in charge of a team when it's field day is one thing, but when it's literally life or death, and you've watched enough of your classmates die in front of you recently...it changes things. "A bunch of us are dead. The Sc--Wanda Maximoff did...something." She shakes her head, and doesn't continue any further, because she both doesn't know exactly what happened and can't go any further. It's still too fresh in her mind, and she can still feel the blaze of heat and the impact of body parts on her, hear the scream of shearing metal from the bus explosion, and she really would rather not need to hide for the next several days, especially not knowing what little she does about how these collars are supposed to work.

"Maximoff, huh? Knew one once. Not Wanda, though. Peter," Logan says. If there's a god, he'll give him some beer and stogies sooner rather than later. He rubs a hand against the back of his neck and tries to decide how to deal with the concept of a bunch of mutants being dead.

He's used to that. Probably people he knows, even. He's always left a trail of bodies behind.

"They ought to teach you kids how to deal with emotions and shit. Body count is high for a fucking school."

"That'd be her brother," Noriko says. And shrugs, very clearly--if not obviously, physically--closing up. It's still a struggle to stuff everything that had rushed out in relief at seeing someone she knew back into that tiny box it was only just learning to stay in, but Nori kept trying.

"We don't have time for emotions. Emotions get you killed, maybe that's why they don't teach us to deal with them."

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