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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"...Lyla?"

He'd been dead certain he was...well, dead when he woke up. That last blow to the head should have caved his skull in, but he woke up in some kind of fucked up temple with a PA inside a statue laying things out for him.

Sure, Sex Island sounded a hell of a lot like Heaven, and that was comforting--until he saw her at the stupid goddamn party that was going down. He figured Heaven owed him a beer, at least, if not a look to make sure his brothers were okay, but then he glimpsed that blonde head and those slim shoulders and he heard her...

So he was standing there if she turned around, about three feet away, just...staring.

Because Lyla wasn't dead. Not her, she would not leave his kids alone. His head couldn't wrap around any other reality

...and that meant this was real.

That meant he was alive.

That meant that his brothers were back there, alone, and God only knew what was gonna happen to them if he'd just up and vanished in the middle of that fucking room.

Wine? She didn't have a problem with wine but she'd been hoping for something a whole lot stronger like whiskey or rum. Hell, tequila would have been nice BUT she had wine. She sighed and took a sip and decided that it was better than nothing. At least her mind had decided that alcohol of some sort was okay to have.

Lyla turned around, wine glass in hand and suddenly froze. The wine glass slipped from her fingers, shattering in hundreds of pieces on the ground. The color drained from her face because Opie was there... Alive. He was dead but there he was alive. Goddamn her mind! She swallowed, her gaze dropping to the shattered glass and she was whispering something about how none of this was real, about how Opie wasn't there.

She lifted her gaze slowly and he was still there and she could feel the tears beginning to prickle behind her eyes. Maybe he was just some fucked up shit her mind had conjured but he looked so real. She took a few unsteady steps towards him and her gaze didn't move from his face.

"Opie?" She reached out, though she stopped herself from touching him for a minute because she wasn't sure she could handle it if he was just someone her mind had brought to mess with her. Finally her fingers were brushing along his cheek and she let out a strangled sob because he felt real and before another moment passed, she was wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and squeezing him tightly.

"I'm so sorry..."

Test Drive #2

Re: Lyla Winston || Sons of Anarchy

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