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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"What is this?" Clarke asked, ignoring his question with one of her own. She didn't understand how she had gotten here. And if it wasn't a dream or whatever came after death, then she didn't know what the hell it could be. All she knew was there was no sign of anyone she knew from home, or anything that looked familiar.

She stopped walking and looked at him suddenly. "Are we dead? Am I dead?" She asked. She couldn't help wondering. The last thing that happened before this was her collapsing and throwing up blood because of the radiation. The night blood hadn't saved her. Or had it?

"This seems like a pretty strange...heaven?" If Clarke even believed in that in the more traditional sense. She guessed she liked to believe that Finn, her father, Wells, and all the others they'd lost were in a better place. Maybe she was skeptical, but she didn't think this was it.

Victor couldn't help snorting. He knew that Clarke's world wasn't the best place, but to confuse this as heaven?

"Not even close. It's called Pathema. Just your typical island paradise that forces you to have sex or die." Didn't these new people get gift baskets or a welcome-to-the-island pamphlet or something? Victor hadn't noticed when he arrived since he already knew what was expected.

"Typical?" There was nothing about this that seemed typical to Clarke. How long must this guy have been here to consider it typical? That wasn't something she really wanted to think about.

"So all that is true then?" Clarke asked, staring at him in disbelief. She wasn't all that bothered, though. She'd done worse things for survival, at least maybe this time no one else would have to die for it.

"Can I at least get some different clothes somewhere?"

"Afraid so. Just don't try to take your collar off or anything like that. It'll just get tighter that way." It was a common mistake for newcomers.

"You have a house somewhere," Victor said. "Clothes that you wore in your home world will be there."

"Are we like slaves now?" If only Bellamy were here. He knew so much moe about mythology. Clarke preferred drawing. Now she'd been fighting so long that she didn't even know how to just live if she had the chance. So having to do something to survive here was just...fitting.

"They just give you a house? For free?" Maybe she was being skeptical, but that didn't seem right to her. Of course, none of this seemed right to begin with. Everything was so lush and bright and it was nothing like the world Clarke had left behind.

"Where are we? Is this Earth?"

Victor tapped one of the bolts on his collar with a finger. "Not entirely," he shrugged. "You still have free will... most of the time. The curses that take that away are few and far between. It's usually a question of 'when' or 'how', and you can choose the 'who'."

"I'm guessing Eros was smart enough to know most of us won't have sex out in the open," he mused. "So we got a roof over our heads and a bed." If he remembered right, Clarke wouldn't mind the lack of refrigeration or indoor plumbing. "I don't think it's Earth, but you can't exactly go off the island to check, so who knows?"

"Most of the time?" Welcome to the City of Light...or Sex, Clarke thought to herself and shook her head. This was all just so out there. Why her? Why had she been brought to this mysterious island paradise to satisfy the will of some sex crazed God? Eros. But none of that was supposed to be real.

"And everyone is just, okay with it?" She asked. She knew she had a lot of questions but who wouldn't in this situation? Sex was whatever to Clarke, she wasn't a prude or anything. But she didn't imagine everyone here could possibly be the same way. At least it wasn't a giant orgy. Or, she hoped not but kept that to herself for now.

"How do I find out where my house is?"

Welcome to this doctor's version of bedside manner, Clark. No one ever said he was any good at it.

"Not everyone," he corrected, "but what are we going to do? Choke to death and then come back without a treasured memory? No, better to just go along with the sex part and rebel in other ways."

"The houses are all down that way." Victor pointed, giving her more detailed instructions on how to get there and learn which one she was so "generously" given. He also added in directions to the hospital. It went without saying why he would include that.

"I've done worse." Clarke said, voice void of any emotion. At least this time she didn't have to commit mass murder. Though the sex thing was less than ideal when she didn't know anyone, at the end of the day it was just sex. "So every two weeks, right?" That meant she had some time to get to know people and all that.

"Thanks." She said when he told her where the houses were, she wanted to get into something other than this toga. She wanted to find out more about this place too. Hopefully, she'd have plenty of time to explore before she had to hook up with someone.

But when he told her where the hospital was, she stopped to look at him again. "How did you know I'd want to know that?"

"Two weeks is being generous. It starts getting tight after the end of the first week." She would be fine, he was sure. She made out all right the last time she was here.

"It's where we keep the contraceptives," Victor answered with a shrug. Most people wanted to know that once they heard that regular sex was expected in this place. And he could tell she wasn't ready to be told he knew her from before and her interest in medicine.

"How does it work?" Clarke asked. "I mean do people just walk up to you and ask for sex or?" This whole place was completely out there. She still couldn't quite believe it was real. But the collar on her neck seemed to be irrefutable proof that some of this was real. So maybe all of it was.

She wasn't even sure how someone could be in the mood for hooking up if it was basically forced. Even flirting took a little work. He had said they could choose the who, though.

"Right." Clarke nodded. Without them, half the island would probably be pregnant.

"Not me specifically but yeah, sometimes they just ask for it. We all know the conditions here, so it's not a big deal." Hell, Victor had made a video outright asking for help once. Of course, his collar had snapped at the time, but still.

"You could get lucky, though, and find someone you really like," he added. "Then it gets a lot easier."

"What about if there is someone back home?" There wasn't for Clarke, not anymore. But she was still mourning Lexa. She'd loved her. And she supposed she was just curious about how all that worked. Like if someone's partner showed up here, how forgiving would they be about the sleeping around.

She adjusted her toga a bit more, she couldn't wait to get out of it. But she still had so many questions about all of this. "And you? Did it get easier for you?"

He nodded; it happened. "Then hopefully if that person shows up, they'll understand you did what you had to in order to stay alive." The we were cursed excuse didn't work every time as Victor well knew, but it was still worth a try.

In answer to her question, Victor tapped the ring on his left hand. It was a simple silver ring twisted into the infinity symbol. "I'd say it got pretty easy, yeah."

"I don't...I mean...she died." Clarke said, not really wanting to get into her feelings with a total stranger. Everyone here would be a stranger to her, unless of course someone she knew was here but she wouldn't know that until she looked around more.

The ring reminded her of Lexa's tattoo, and that brought up emotions she just couldn't deal with right now. So she took a breath and pushed those feelings down. "How did you get that?" Was there sex judged like some kind of competition?

Victor might not have the best bedside manner, but he had enough to not tell this girl that death didn't matter here. She already had enough to digest.

"My wife gave it to me." It was still strange and thrilling, referring to Meg as his wife. "We met on the island. So... you can find happiness, strange as it seems."

"Well congratulations, I guess." Clarke said. She couldn't imagine marrying anyone she met here. But she had just arrived and she didn't know how long he'd already been here. Maybe it was years, long enough to make that kind of connection.

"I'm gonna try and find my house and change." She said. "Thanks for your help." This was still so strange to her, but maybe in time she'd adjust. What choice did she really have?

She would be the first person to give him a congratulations, since he and Meg had been pretty stealthy about the wedding. It was nice to hear. "Thanks. And no problem. Good luck."

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