pathemaooc | Test Drive #3

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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:

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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Exploring

Exploring and gathering information. That's what Claudia had been doing a lot of since she'd arrived on this freakin island. She really couldn't believe that she was stuck on Sex Island 2.0. Couldn't the Gods have come up with a new theme? Like being pampered would have been amazing, but nooo. It had to be crazy sex porn island.

Taking a break from her activities, Claudia found herself wandering around the marketplace. She might have been sulking a bit too. Because no electricity, only crappy devices. No running water. She didn't even know who the hell was there who she might know. She was afraid to even look at the device and find out who was and wasn't there. She wasn't even sure she could survive porn island without everyone she had loved on the other island.

Sighing she leaned against a stall and began flipping through the island's network.

"Nope, don't know them... Don't know them... Oh hey!... Oh, nope, don't know them..."

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You know what's NOT funny? Being sucked onto sucktastic Porn Island version kiss my ass 1.5. [Someone's obviously not happy about being stuck on this island.]

Anyways, so I'm stuck here... And so are all of you. Pleeeeeeease tell me there's something to do here. Something more than sitting at a bar and getting shitfaced because that's gonna get old really fast.

[Well, well, well, look at what the cupid god brought in. Oliver can't help himself and grins widely at Claudia.]

If you want to get shitfaced, I can at least provide good company.

Ollie? Holy shit balls! How long have you been stuck on this craptastic island?

[Okay, she's happy to see him on the island. They'd always got along in more ways than one.]

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[Yep, they got very well along, and that's why Oliver is quite happy she remembers him:]

Let me think...about four months I think? It's kind of hard to really know since, you know, no electricity or anything. Eros is a bigger bitch than Atia: you won't even have running water in your house.

Seriously? Why?!

[Man, she hates everything ALREADY.]

Please tell me there are things to do besides drinking and boning.

Because Eros is an ass? [A pause there, almost as if he's expecting his collar to tighten but nothing happens] But if you want, you can always come and shower at my place. I got lucky at the carnival and won myself a house. [A small smirk there.]

Well...you can always work for me?

[Meaning that....not really anything else than drink and bone. Sorry Claudia.]

Ugh I hate this place already.

[Really, if she could get away with throwing a temper tantrum, she would totally do it right now.]

Seriously? Thanks, I mean, I just got here and I'm already getting job offers. Wait... Where do you work?

Welcome to the club. We're a few members already. Should I send your card soon?

[Trolling in 3...2...1...]

Don't you remember? I used to own a...dance club on Atia? I could use a pretty girl like you on stage.

[Oh, he can't wait to see her face...]

[Claudia's about to clap back with a snappy response to that first bit but then he continues on and for a moment, she just stares at him expressionless.

His dance...

Oh... Oh, and then her cheeks are reddening and she shakes her head. But, that blush only lasts for so long and then she's reaching down and cupping her breasts and shooting him a smug look.]

Hey, there's no amount of money that people can pay to see these tatas, okay? They're way too expensive for the people on this island.

[It takes everything out of him not to burst laughing as she realized what business he's talking about. He bites his lower lips, but can't keep face when she speaks like that.]

I'll consider myself lucky to have seen them then, because you're totally right.

[He chuckles, clearly amused:]

I'm kidding, Claudia. I have my restaurant here, and I really could use a bartender of experience. You know, until you get the nerve to ask for your club. I hear Eros can be quite the ass when you ask him things.

wanna move this to Claudia's network post?

Yes please!

HERE

(Network)

For me its pretty much train, work, drink and do my screwing.

More shocked this island is not already full of drinking problems.

Wow, that is... Way overshare.

[She already knows what people have to do. She doesn't really need to hear about it though.]

Just wait. I'm sure those problems will happening before too long.

You could do some soul searching shit. Got the scenery for it.

[Nope. Not bitter at all he's got himself kidnap again. By Gods this time around too. Like Desmond hasn't enough problems deities lately. If Minerva shows up, he's noping out of this island in record time.]

Soul.... Dude. I've already had four years to do that kinda crap on the last island. Not really wanting to do that here. It gets old and then I have to come up with standards and it's not worth it.

[She's joking. Mostly. And wow, this dude needs to chill out some.]

[Yeah. He's not dealing well with all of this. Plus, the last time he got laid was months ago, if you don,t count all of the time he's watched memories of Ezio doing so. He's still grossed out too. Talk about oversharing.]

I'm sure you can afford more than just decent standards in this place.

[And then it clicks:]

Wait, wait. Back up a little. There's another island like this? Why hasn't anyone heard of this place before? I'm pretty sure sex tourism would have picked up quickly.

You lose needing standards the first time you're cursed and you end up boning someone on a picnic table in the middle of a park.

[Trufacts, oh so much trufacts.]

That, sir, is because we're on a sex island run by a god. They only want who they bring here. If they start allowing tourists around here, we kinda lose our specialness.

[Desmond coughs lightly, because sorry little lady, but he's totally having a mental picture of that.]

Ah...Curse? Like...magical hexes performed by wizards?

[What new hell as he just found himself in? Still, she manages to make him smile slightly]

I could really do without any specialness, totally. What's the point of bringing us here, anyway? I mean, I heard the statue, but come on. There most people better willing at being...'devoted' to this asshole.

Like... magical dickbaggery by asshole Gods with too much time on their hands.

[Her eyebrows lift. This guy. She shakes her head.]

Where's the fun in having people do what you want? This way he gets to be an ass and a voyeur. I mean, it's not always like that. You get to meet some good people. Sometimes.

[Well, that wouldn't be too far from his 'normal' life.]

And let me guess: there's no way to not be affected by whatever game Eros wants to play?

[He's usually nicer than this. Give him a few days to get used to this.]

I guess that speaks of how much of an asshole he likes to be, then. [Because, really, complacent people are so much easier to control. Desmond as learn that much from the Templars.

Desmond tilts his head:]

Good to know that it's not all crazy people that gets kidnapped. [Surprisingly enough, he talks about himself. Self-derision is his best humor.]

Nope, no way at all. I mean, there was a priest on the other island and yeah, I mean, Eros has no priorities at all.

[She shrugs because she's seen a mixture of people on the islands. Some people really liked it there despite all the crazy sex and some wanted to kill everyone they crossed.]

No, there's gotta be some sane people around. I'll let ya know when and if I run into any of them.

Antiope, who'd been haggling for a bag of figs with one of the native storekeepers, heard the muttering from a few stores over. She wrapped up the sale and handed over her payment with a smile, then turned to find the source of the aimless noise.

Well. That was interesting. Tiny faces, passing by on the woman's . . . device, that was the word. Antiope carried her own device with her, loath to pass up even a minor thing that could be used as a weapon, but had not explored what it could do yet.

"How do you make it do that?" she inquired.

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