pathemaooc | Test Drive #3

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.

SUMMER SOLSTICE: 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...

MONSOON SEASON: It's raining season on the island, but like anything else here, this is no regular rain...

One moment the sky is blue and the sun warm, and one second later, dark grey clouds spill their content on the island residents. Sometimes it comes down as a light mist, and other times in such a manner that anyone running underneath is from head to toe in seconds. Sometimes, thunder rages on, and hail comes down from the sky instead of rain.

Spaces to hide oneself are sparse, and you may have to share your protected corner with someone else...

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

A bare figure lies still on the floor, scaly blue skin contrasting sharply with the marble beneath her. For a long moment she's completely still, but then yellow eyes snap open abruptly and narrow, sharklike as they take in her surroundings, watching and listening to see if she was being observed.

Satisfied that she wasn't, the blue woman rose to her feet with an almost inhuman fluidity, looking around to try and work out where she is. The sudden booming voice had her dropping into a combat stance, her lithe blue body paused whipchord tight waiting for an attack, only to relax as she realised one would not come.

The voice explained a lot and nothing at the same time. Questions filled her mind but this was not the time or place for them, better to make her exit now before anyone came to investigate the commotion. Striding for the exit, the blue woman headed out to explore, the toga and sandals left untouched on the floor behind her.

Summer Solstice

Bare feet carry her down to the beach, a combination of her powers and decades of experience letting her remain unobserved in the shadows. Dimmed yellow orbs swept over the beach, taking in every interaction, memorising faces, trying to gauge relationships, anything to work out what was going on here.

The figure in the shadows rippled, and a moment later a very attractive blonde in similar beachwear walked down towards the waterline, toeing her now sandled foot idly through the waterline once she got there, walking casually along the waterfront, watching and listening to the assembled people without appearing to.

Network

Excuse me, I've just arrived here, can someone tell me what's going on?" The question comes from the same blonde woman as who had earlier been on the beach, who promptly fumbles with the communicator, showing how unfamiliar she is with it, almost dropping the thing before she manages to steady it. Looking apologetic, she steadies it, her light and airy voice tinged with ~~just enough~~worry.

"I've just arrived, and got that bizarre message about a god and there's this collar thing that won't come off. Can anyone help?"

Wildcard

There's a really very stunning blonde woman wandering around, looking ~~deliberately~~ a little lost, why not go talk to her?

Perhaps, this isn't the best place for Emori to have gone but it's where most people had started to migrate to. Emori's not in beach ware, she's in her typical worn pants and shirt. Her deformed hand still wrapped up to hide it. She isn't sure what people here think about people with deformities, bloodline stains such as hers. Her face is tattooed and a scar across the opposite cheek.

She looks out of place as she walks along the beach but that's not a new feeling for her. There's a woman near the water, perfectly in beachwear and that doesn't particularly make Emori feel any more like she belongs there and she exhales a bit too loudly.

Mystique notices the young woman almost immediately, a long lifetime spent observing people leading her to take in peculiarities of body language and posture, noticing the scar and the curious way the woman held one hand as if ashamed of it somehow. The body language and sigh all add up to one conclusion, even as she draws up to the stranger.

"You don't sound very happy." She remarks, keen shark-like evaluation hidden behind a warm sympathetic smile. The tattoo and the scar, clear signs of an outcast, another mutant perhaps?

Jean hadn't planned on veering anywhere near the temple, but it was on her way to the hospital. She slowed her pace as she was nearing the large marble building and for a moment was tempted to edge closer and see if anyone she knew from home was there, but she decided that she didn't want to know. Not now, things were complicated enough as it was.

But then, she froze right in her tracks and her eyes widened when she saw a familiar blue figure walking out of the temple. Mystique. Jean didn't move, just stood there on the pathway and stared. What was she doing there? Of all the people...

Jean didn't even know if she was supposed to say anything, to acknowledge that she'd seen her. But she was pretty sure Mystique realized she was being stared at, she was.... well she knew when things like that happened.

It certainly didn't take Mystique long to realise that she was being stared at, and only a few seconds to locate and identify who was doing the staring. Although surprised she certainly didn't show it, her face remaining as impassive as before as she met the stare of Charles Xavier's golden girl head on, even as she began to wonder whether she was dead too and this was the proverbial afterlife. If so she had expected it to be much more fiery in her case.

Changing direction, she made a beeline towards the familiar figure, striding over and stopping a few feet away, looking the other mutant woman up and down with disdainful yellow eyes.

"Well, well Jean Grey, back from the dead again."

Antiope frowned down at the circle of meat inside an equally round roll of bread. There was a slice of yellow on it, and something she could identify as onions from the smell. It ws probably good to eat - she did not think that any of the food here had been poisoned - but why would anyone mash up a perfectly good steak to turn it into this?

"Excuse me," she called to the blonde woman who was making her way down the waterfront nearby. "Are you familiar with this kind of food?"

Mystique's currently blue eyes narrowed as she turned to face the questioner, looking her up and down with a evaluating look hidden behind a warm smile. The question was unusual considering how ubiquitous burgers were, but as she couldn't detect any hint of deceit in the woman's body language her curiosity began to rise.

"It's called a cheeseburger. You've never seen one before?"

Test Drive #3

Mystique | X-Men Original Trilogy

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Arrival

sorry for wait, I failed at everything this month

Summer Solstice

sorry for the wait!