Test Drive #2

[pathemamods]

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

Comments

[lefthandfree]

The fact she reaches for him at all comes as a surprise. And he lets her anyway. When her hand withdraws, he’s left wandering how real the touch even was, the feeling that lingered seeming only that of a ghost. No one reaches for him these days. Well, except Steve. But Steve is another matter entirely, one that unsettles him still, even as much as he has come to terms with his personal decision to pay mind to his own needs first here.

But he doesn’t feel rushed, even with what likely should have made him feel so, her discomfort from earlier and the barrage of questions. Though it could likely have something to do with the training Hydra had given him to ignore meaningless anxieties, he feels that this particular cause has more to do with the fact that it almost seems a legend now, something so old and untold that only he is aware of the full details anymore.

“I did too,” he starts after a lengthy pause, used to gather his words. “Thought I was a goner. Until I wasn’t.” His fingers fold together, laced as if natural, but the metal is always stiff against his flesh. “Steve made it so I didn’t have to say much. About what Zola did to me. And, well, I wasn’t really lying in the debrief. Saying I didn’t remember much.”

Bucky swallows now, reaching the point he knows would stir Steve’s anger if his best friend was listening to the tale. “He was trying to make the serum though. Erskine’s. Trying to remake it. Beat it. When Steve got put all over the papers and the radio, it only moved the plan forward. They started taking test subjects. Choosing the weak. The sick. Y'know, like Steve used to be.

“I caught pneumonia a couple weeks after capture. Shit conditions, shit sanitation. Of course we heard about the experiments and how people weren’t comin’ back from the medical wing, so I fought it off as much as I could, but with the munitions manufacturing they were making us do, my body couldn’t keep up, and... Well. Got several of those prototypes. I think. A lot of it’s a blur. But I do remember injections. And lying on that table for hours while a bunch of ’em were leaning over me. Just didn’t expect any of it to make me stronger until it actually did.”

He couldn’t have known it would have succeeded. All the other test subjects were dead, after all. He was Zola’s last guinea pig. And then later his Soldier.

[womanofvalue]

There's a taut stiffness in the way Peggy is sitting as she listens, hearing her own actions threaded through this. She'd rescued Erskine, she'd made sure there was a serum at all, she hadn't done enough to destroy Schmidt's organization, but then, if not for Zola, would Bucky have survived that fall? Her jaw is tight and she hates that man, hates Zola and Schmidt and wished that she had been quicker on the trigger with them.

Still, for all that his story is awful, it still means that he's managed to make it out alive. She can only imagine what they had done with Barnes, knowing that they hadn't simply done the experiments for the purpose of science. "Then?" she says, quietly. "How did you escape?"