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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[Must be another new arrival to be asking a question like that.]

There are blacksmiths in the market. Not all of them will craft something for a non-native, but some will if you can pay their prices.

Edited 2017-07-09 22:40 (UTC)

[Antiope nods her head to the man on the screen.]

I thank you. I shall enquire at the market.

[He's been helpful already, perhaps he knows more?]

My name is Antiope, General of Themyscira and sister of Hippolyta. What is yours?

Oh, so you're a soldier.

[He says that more like a confirmation than with any surprise. She sure looks like a soldier.]

I'm Frank. Uh, just Frank.

[A lot less impressive than her title, but he doesn't go by Lieutenant anymore. His days as a Marine are over.]

[A small smile turns the corners of her mouth up.]

I am pleased to meet you, Frank. And yes, I am a warrior.

Your words suggest that you too are a soldier. Would you know how much one of these blacksmiths might charge for a sword, or a good knife?

I used to be.

[Though maybe he still is. He's just fighting a different kind of war these days. Or he was back home.]

More than they charge the natives for one. Somethin' tells me you won't be satisfied with the stuff they try to pawn off for quick cash, either. You can talk to 'em, see what they'll do for you. I can point you to a couple that won't try to take everything you've got. They haggle, so the prices can vary. You might need a job before you can afford one unless you have cash on you already.

[The brief reply warns Antiope to back off, and she isn't interested in forcing him to disgorge his story.]

I am familiar with weapons. If they try to sell me something that even an apprentice would be ashamed to forge, I shall demonstrate their error.

[Once, back on Themyscira, she had visited the blacksmith and been given a weapon to try. The balance had been terrible, the steel inferior, the edge blunt, and she had jammed it into a tree and snapped it in half without breaking a sweat. The blacksmith had taken the opportunity to deliver a lecture to her apprentice about the value of good work, and Antiope had followed up with one about the necessity for good weapons.]

Thank you. I would be glad to have the names of those you think I may be able to trade with. I do not have much coin with me, and what I had I exchanged at the bank. What kind of 'jobs' would be available, on this island? I doubt that there is an army to train.

[She was different than Diana in that way, who expressed that she liked to hear stories. Frank didn't relate it to her, though. Not right away.]

No, no army.

[Her words made Frank smile a bit, though.]

Odd jobs here and there. More businesses have been opening up and lookin' for help. I work in the market, so you'll probably see me around there. I make deliveries, move goods around, that sorta thing. I'll introduce you to those blacksmiths next time I see you there.

Edited 2017-07-10 03:46 (UTC)

[Diana did like stories, it was true. Thank Athena that Hippolyta had more patience with the telling of them than Antiope did.]

Deliveries. I see. [She looks thoughtful.]

There must be other warriors on this island. Do they have a place to train?

I've heard there might be someone lookin' to put up a gym, but I don't know if one is around yet. Might be a good place for someone like you to get some work.

You used to training people?

[Far more than Frank knows!]

[Antiope nods decisively.]

I shall seek this place. If not, I shall create one of my own, and teach combat to those who wish to learn.

[At his question, Antiope's eyes crinkle in amusement.]

I have trained an army, Frank, and I have taught my niece everything I know. Yes. I am used to training people.

[That gets a half-smile out of him.]

Maybe you can train an army strong enough to get us the hell outta here.

We shall see. First, I must know the ground I am to be on and the war I am to fight.

[Given that she's dead back home, and is unlikely to be able to return . . . well. Perhaps it would be enough to pass on to the true afterlife that awaits her. Not until she's got Diana out, though.]

I am pleased to have met you, Frank. I hope we will speak again.

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