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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"I've only been here for a few days. I don't need help yet." It is tempting, of course, to claim that he needs it, but he doesn't want to seem too eager. Not yet. It sounds like there's a guarantee of something in the next day or two, anyway. He can wait that much longer.

"I will assist you when you need it."

"I wouldn't have to wait until ten days," Sansa says, swallowing thickly. "I could use the loosening earlier if you would like to help me. The collar is already very tight."

It presses against her throat, leaving a shadow of a bruise.

"It would be a shame for it to get worse." He doesn't know how all of it works yet, but he knows that death would be an incredible waste. In some cases, anyway, including definitely in this one.

"Perhaps we should find somewhere to sit. It would be more comfortable." She wants to be treated well. He'll start now.

"I don't like doing those things in public," Sansa warns. She has before, when under the influence of Eros, but it is certainly not something she wants to make a habit of. She finds herself at loose ends for a moment before reaching out and touching his hand lightly. If she's going to choose him as her partner to aid her with the collar, she is going to have to get used to touching him.

"Will you take my hand at least, Lord Baelish?"

"I was simply suggesting having a seat. Anything that happens after that would occur elsewhere." He's not exactly eager to do those kinds of things in public either. At least not personally.

He takes her hand more firmly. "Come, let us find somewhere to sit and get more comfortable. I think perhaps, as well, that you could call me Petyr now."

Sansa takes in a shaky breath and takes his hand a bit more firmly. She doesn't know if she can call him Petyr just now but she can, at least, go and take a seat beside him. When she sits beside him on the bench, she does not keep a proper distance the way she would have in the Eyrie. She doesn't keep the distance that even a wife might keep from a husband in Westeros. Instead, she sits close enough to him so that her thigh is alongside his and there is no semblance of space between them.

"Will you share wine with me?"

He can feel the warmth of her leg through both of their clothes, so close to him, the closest they've ever been to skin against skin, beyond a brief touch of the hand here or there. He looks down at their legs, pressed together, but does nothing more than look. He doesn't want to scare her into changing her mind.

"Yes. Let's start with sharing some wine."

The wine warms her a bit and after offering him a glass as well, Sansa thinks she's comfortable enough to lean forward and brush a kiss lightly against his cheek. It's the only time she's ever initiated physical contact with him that is outside the normal boundaries of a man and his ward in Westeros and Sansa isn't sure if she's going to be able to go through with this. Still, it is better that this is with someone she knows and thinks she can trust than with another stranger.

"Is this all right?"

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