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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[ Arrival ]

Otis woke up naked. That wasn't unusual in and of itself but as he opened his eyes, it became abundantly clear that he was not somewhere familiar. He stood up quickly, his eyes falling on the pile of clothes and he picked it up, quickly discovering that it's a toga and definitely nothing like he might usually wear.

"What the fuck," he muttered, was this a prank? It was elaborate even for the fire house. He decided the toga was better than nudity and slipped it on. By the time he'd managed to figure it out there were bells and a voice. Otis' frown deepened the further along the voice droned on. Jesus someone liked the sound of their own voice? Somehow, Otis had the sense to at least not say that out loud.

He reached up and felt the collar at his neck and he still wondered how the guys had pulled off such an elaborate prank because that seemed more reasonable than the truth. But he looked around. He wasn't the only one... He furrowed his brow and finally moved towards another person.

"This is a joke, right?"

[ Network ]

[ Making videos is nothing new to Otis and given how everything else is a bit unfamiliar he falls back on this familiar thing. He sets the camera up and starts recording. It'll just be a simple video, just a greeting and that's that. He could come up with more elaborate ideas once he's been around longer. ]

Hello. This is Otis. I'm not sure what to make of this place. I half think I've gone crazy, never seen anything like it. What do you make of it? Have you been here long?

Hope to meet some folks soon. [ He can take a lot of things but one thing Otis has always needed is attention, an audience even if it ended up being a mocking one. ]

[ Wildcard ]

[ Up for anything else! ]

Hey, Oats. [Yep.] Name’s Buck.

If you’ve gone crazy, then so’ve I. But, y’know, if I’m having a crazy fever dream or something, I’m probably just making you up too so I have some way to feel better about myself dreaming up such a weird place. [That is how things like this usually go, anyway. Except he hasn’t waken up yet, and that’s probably just as disconcerting as this all being real. For Real real, that is.]

Anyway, you’ve met me now, if that means anything. So. Guess that’s done, and now you can start trying to convince me you’re a Real Boy and that I'm not losing my damn mind. [More than usual. Ha.]

[ Well, he's not particularly bothered by the nickname he's now been given. He's pretty sure the guys at his firehouse have called him much much worse. ]

I guess that almost sounds like a reasonable explanation but then again are dreams usually so vivid, Buck?

[ Otis laughs again. ]

Maybe we're two crazy people trying to convince each other we're sane if we go about it that way.

[Oats are healthy anyway. Just a thought.]

When they’re mine, yeah, sometimes. Not in the pretty way either. And drugs probably wouldn’t make them any better. [He says that darkly, but he’s laughing anyway because the idea is kind of funny to him.]

But, hey, that’s better than my initial theory. You’re obviously not me or you woulda called me by the right name instead. Unless this is some kinda...two layer test against myself. [Actually, when he thinks about how gutted his brain has been over the years, it's not a bad idea to give it a second pass.

Well, shit. Here goes nothing. Fingers crossed it doesn’t stick—] My name’s actually Jimmy.

[God, he needs to wash his mouth out now.]

[ Otis gives that answer some thought. It doesn't really clarify much or even confirm anything one way or another. They could still both just be crazy or one of them is a figment of imagination.

Otis is betting on this Buck being a figment. ]

Jimmy? [ he thinks of another guy name Jimmy and his voice briefly sounds less cheerful. It's still not been all that long since the accident. ]

Well, nice to meet you again, Jim.

"I hope so," came Meredith's none-too-pleased reply, though she was glad to run into another person that seemed sane, and was thankfully wearing a similarly-embarrassing outfit. It actually seemed like most people were, but a lot of them seemed to be taking this all very much for granted, and she was beginning to question her own hallucination.

It was better to be dressed in an embarrassing outfit than in the nude, not that Otis would have minded too much seeing the woman who answers without the outfit. Meredith being dressed was much less awkward than the other options under the circumstances. "It's a damned elaborate one."

It had to be a joke, after all.

"That or some kind of hallucination." She's been there a time or two. There's no telling whether this is just another near death experience, but this guy isn't remotely familiar, so that's promising? All her other hallucinations had led her to believe that familiar faces were trouble. Pretty twisted, but true.

"I'm Meredith, what's your name?"

"How would you know if it's a hallucination or not?" Otis thinks about it but it doesn't seem like there would be any good way to be able to decipher it. This all feels real enough as weird as it all is.

"Otis, nice to meet you Meredith," he said and then out of habit reached out to offer his hand to her because that's simply what you do and he's a pretty polite guy most days.

"You wouldn't, that's the best part," Meredith answers nonchalantly. Looking around briefly, she makes a dismayed face. "I'm starting to get the feeling it isn't, though." This is by far not a thought she really wants to entertain, let alone accept, but the evidence is stacking up way outside her comfort zone.

"Nice to meet you, too," she takes his hand, shaking it professionally. It's a stark contrast to the silly togas, but it's admittedly comforting to meet someone else who seems perfectly friendly, rather than the alternative.

Test Drive #2

Otis Zvonecek | Chicago Fire

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