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

[ Anastasia wasn't fond of bells, that much was for certain, and she wanted to do a fair lot more than just grumble when she'd heard them ringing. Really, bells were only for such things as executions, and given that the only person allowed to order them was her they weren't very likely. Well, now they might be when she found whatever idiot that was that happened to ring them. But for now she sat up in a room that most certainly wasn't one that she'd ever slept in. After all, she was the Red Queen and her room and entire castle was suitably colored. This. All this white was entirely unacceptable.

As was the only choice of attire. Picking up the white toga with a distinct look of disdain upon her face, Ana tried to wave her hand across the fabric, making it something that was more suited for her both in style and color. Frowning deeply, she tried harder to change the fabric, and found that it didn't work. The toga stubbornly refused to turn red despite her throwing all of her might at it.]

You've got to be bloody kidding. [The words came in an angry but posh sounding british accent, and her eyes narrowed as she pulled it over her head. But pulling it over her head made her aware of the elaborate diamond and ruby collar that was wrapped around her neck. It was a necklace from home, but it certainly wasn't something that she would have ever managed to fall asleep in. No, this collar was far too heavy for that. Angrily, she pulled at it the entire time that Eros had been speaking, and when he was done, she just looked around with a mutter:]

How in the bloody hell did this happen?

NETWORK
[Anastasia appears on the network with her hair still down and loose because she's discovered how ruddy hard it is to do her hair without the assistance of either Tweedles or magic. Really, the loss of her magic is far more important than the loss of her Tweedles because one can always find another servant, but finding magic is an entirely different story. Her bearing is still that of a queen, however, as she addresses the network, the haughty lift of her chin showing off that diamond and ruby collar of hers.]

So tell me, darlings. How does one go about getting something like their magic back here?

[ No no no no no no no he does not need to see one of the royals from that accursed land here. Though the Red Queen doesn't hold a candle to the Queen of Hearts when it comes to cruelty and viciousness, she's still terrifying in her own way.

After all, there had been a time when she was his queen, as well, after the Queen of Hearts set him free from her dungeon, either out of boredom or a brief moment of mercy.

...

Probably boredom.

Anyway, he seems to be emboldened by the facts that he's not her subject anymore, and that he's no longer completely mad, and that she's without magic here. Which is the only reason he chooses to respond, with video no less. ]

By begging for it.

[Ana's eyebrow arches upward when she sees who responds to her message, because honestly there was no one who could surprise her more. The last time she'd seen Jefferson had seem like lifetimes ago, when she was both kinder and dumber. Age and loneliness and regret had hardened some of her more delicate edges, honing them into the blade that she'd used to knick Jafar's side with more than once. It was something that she was prepared to unleash on Jefferson, but she decided not to.

Not yet, anyway.

Instead she just smiled at him in a bright fashion, and she inclined her head to study him, remembering how he'd been so mad when he'd been in Wonderland. He seemed different now, that was certain and different in a worse way if he was acting so bodly towards her.]

My darling, you're certainly looking well. Have you been here long.

[ Still mad, but in a different way: more seething and smoldering and resentful. He can hide it better now; being clean-cut and well-dressed probably helps in that regard.

And the fact that he's no longer hosting inane tea parties with his pals the March Hare and the Dormouse. The lack of inane tea parties does wonders for making him look saner than he is. ]

Well rested, certainly. [ Because he's not in a manic "MUST MAKE EVERY HAT" state. He smiles with complete insincerity. ] I've been here long enough to know how it goes when you want something from the gods.

[Ah, Ana knew that sort of smile, because she tended to make it fairly often to people with whom she didn't want to interact. It was the sort of smile that she gave him in return then, keeping the mask of blank indifference rather than the concern that she had over his words.

Anastasia didn't beg people for things other than outside a very specific context that she really had control over. She'd been a queen for too long to even remember how things worked without that framework, and even when she'd been in Sherwood in the Enchanted Forest, Ana hadn't been the sort to beg. It wasn't in the nature of how she was raised, and it wasn't in the nature of who she was. It couldn't be, because pride wouldn't let it be.

Allowing herself a fraction of dislike to come through, she spoke again.]

I suppose begging [she said it like she was biting into a lemon.] doesn't work to return one home?

[ Jefferson fixes the queen with a look, before he rolls his eyes as if to say "Can you believe this?"

...

Perhaps he's enjoying this a little too much. ]

If it did, why would anyone be here?

I'm going to take a wild guess and say that sex is involved.

Test Drive #3

Anastasia/The Red Queen | Once Upon a Time: In Wonderland.

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