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pathemaooc2017-06-28 10:39 pm
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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:
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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Severus Snape | Harry Potter | Arrival
Dark, inky eyes opned and he rose up nto a seated position. As one long fingered hand rose up to inspect the collar about his neck his eyes looked around, taking everything in. As a double agent capable of fooling a madman, Severus had such actions ingrained in him. Supressing anger and panic, stuffing them away as useless emotions. This situation called for niether.
Seeing no one else he unfolded the cloth, making a face upon discovering what it was. Of all the ridiculous things...
He startled at the voice in his mind. That should not be! His mental shields were impervious to even the Dark Lord, unless Severus himself let him in. And yet a strange voice spoke within, claiming godhood. Well, it certainly explained the clothing.
Lips pressed into a thin line, Severus dressed the best he could as the voice prattled on in his arrogance. This person certainly had godly arrogance. Worse so than James Potter, and likely his son as well. Not that Severus had yet to meet the boy beyond that fateful night best left in the darkest depths of Severus' mind locked away.
The toga was secured tot he best of Severus' limited ability, sandals on his feet and the arrogant speeh over. Severus felt naked and exposed. Figuring that was the intention of this God, to strip them of their social armor and put them on display. Severus did not like this nor did he approved. Too used to his many layres which only left his head and hands exposed.
Well, it was no use to glower at an empty room as if it would suddenly supply better clothing. So he moved to leave. Time to find a more sane answer to this place.
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She was humming softly under her breath, basket swinging in her hand as she walked down the pathway that would bring her by Eros' temple. Normally she tried to steer clear of the temple, but she didn't feel like taking the long way around. There were enough reminders of Eros throughout the island, she didn't normally need to see his temple.
She slowed down a little though when she saw someone stalking out of it. Her eyebrows drew together and seeing the toga, she shook her head. Another new person. She signed and picked up her pace a bit so she would be able to intercept them. "Hello," she greeted him with a friendly smile as she approached him. "Did you need some help?"
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The woman approached was a beautiful mix of classic and exotice. Flawless skin with dark hair that held curls to it. What was telling, though, was her demeanor. The straightness of her posture, the grace within her movements. Even the tone of her voice. It made Severus miss his layers of clothing and robes all the more.
Still, Severus came to a pause and stood straight and tall. Shoulders squared and acting for all the world as if he wasn't standing before a lady of some good breeding in next to nothing.
"Good day, miss. I am, but I would hate to trouble you. Could you direct me to an establishment I could find guidance from?" Severus spoke without derision, though his deep voice still held a careful quality to it. One he learned to take to please his so-called Purist betters in the earlier days. Best to be careful, he had no idea who this woman was.
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And he was polite, which was always a nice thing to encounter since not everyone tended to remember manners at a time like this.
Her expression softened and she gave a brief shake of her head. "Sadly, there's no such place here as of yet." She motioned towards the pathway. "But, if you look at the device you were given, it should tell you which house you were given and the housing area is that way." She shifted the basket from one arm to the other. "There you should find a wardrobe full of clothing you might be more comfortable in. Do you know how to use the device?"
Just in case he didn't know what she was talking about, she fished into the pockets of her skirt and pulled her own device out and held it up for him to see. "It should look like this."
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"I see," Severus said, tucking that bit of information away. It was rather telling of the lack of the organization of the populace if there was no information center where one could sit down face to face with another to reason out this sudden change with. an aggravating and omnipotent voice was hardly a thing for a rational mind to just accept.
At the mention of the device, Severus raised the hand which held it, showing he had it, though it wasn't something he could use. The idea of it was, frankly, confusing. "Yes, I have it. However, I do not. Such things were not used in my society." He explained. He was a bit out of touch with the muggle world, but he wasn't so sure they had devices like this either.
"Would you mind showing me how to use the device?" Severus asked, thinking that so long as she lingered and remained helpful there was no shame in trying to glean as much information from her as possible. "I am Severus Snape, and I apologize for not introducing myself before now."
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She had been on her way back to the temple that she had woken up in, wondering if something further could be found there. She had visited several times but each time there was nothing that gave her any further clue as to this place. It didn't stop her and Padmé was determined enough that if she had to come back a thousand times before getting a small piece of information, she would.
Whereas the other times there had been no one there, as she rounded the pillar to enter in to the temple, she drew up short. He was tall, almost a foot more than she, if Padmé were to hazard a guess, and judging by his attire, either he was new, or he really liked the robes that they were given. A quick glance at his face seemed to say that the latter was no true, but Padmé wouldn't place a wager on that. "Apologies. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here."
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"I can assure you, miss, I did not expect to be here." Severus then gave a slight bow. "I will not linger and leave you to your solitude if that is your wish." He was reminded not of Narcissa, but more of Narcissa's older sister, Andromeda, by this lady. Something about her struck him to be a person more along the lines of the disowned Black daughter. Would this association within his mind last? He would have to wait and see and adjust his reactions accordingly.
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Given his attire and his words, Padmé went with the assumption that he was new. It wasn't too long ago that she had found herself in the same situation. "No. You needn't. I've been back several times, but have come no closer to an answer to this place. I'm Padmé, and I believe you might have just found yourself in a very strange state of waking, perhaps?"
Forever late!
She wore a loose dress that draped in lovely arcs, showing off a bit of skin at her hips, her waist and a plunging neckline. The dress was meant to look like robes but only by design, they were far sturdier and wouldn't slip from Justine's curve frame.
Justine paused when she saw the strange man exit the temple. Like him her hair was raven black while dark eyes shimmered with passing curiosity. "May I ask where you're headed stranger?" Her voice was sweet and cool, matching her pleasant features.