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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Arrival

It's an abrupt return to consciousness – although it's strange, he doesn't remember falling asleep in the first place, or hitting his head – and the cold stone beneath him definitely isn't right. It takes him a moment to realize that there's a voice speaking, though at first he can't make sense of what it's telling him. Devotion? What has whoever this is done to earn his devotion?

He sits up slowly, expecting a headache that blessedly never comes. This is a completely unfamiliar place, and the most that he can make of it right now is that he's definitely not in Sokovia anymore. He'd give anything to see someone he knows here, but especially Wanda. She's been so close nearby for his entire life, and not to have her here now feels like part of him is missing.

Although at the moment, he's glad she's not seeing him like this. They're not children anymore, sharing a bath. At least there's something nearby. He can attempt to do something with it, although he has no idea how to wear or fasten a toga, so he'll just end up wrapping it around his waist and pinning it there.

He speaks to no one in particular, and anyone within earshot at the same time, an Eastern European hint to his words. "He kidnaps us and he expects our devotion?"

Monsoon season

He'd just been out for a walk, discovering the boundaries of his new home, when he found himself in need of an umbrella. Not that an umbrella would actually do much good in this deluge. He hurries into the nearest doorway – it doesn't escape his attention that it might be faster than the average human could have done it, but he's not nearly as fast as he's used to being – and removes his shirt to attempt to wring the water out of it. Not that that does much good either, as wet as it is.

It's not until he's put his shirt back on that he realizes he's not alone in the doorway. Well. At least he hadn't tried to wring out his pants.

"Does it always rain like this? Five minutes ago there wasn't a cloud in the sky."

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Wanda took great lengths to avoid the temple since Rumlow's arrival. She didn't want to run into someone else she knew who didn't remember her. An island filled with Avengers and the only person who knew her was Thor, who was often busy or elsewhere. It was lonely and, not for the first time, Wanda felt lost.

Thin fingers dug into her head as a chill ran up her spine. She didn't know what the feeling was at first but it was insistent like a cold wind blowing against the back of her neck. "Pietro" She whispered his name, suddenly sitting up straighter. They had always been connected, she had felt him ever since they got their powers. Eros, for all his faults, hadn't taken that ability away from her.

She didn't even tell her boss that she was leaving, she turned and ran towards the temple, moving as fast as her feet would take her. "He's here." Wanda couldn't think about the fact that the island was fueled by sex. All that mattered was that she could see her brother again.

When she reached the temple she was panting softly. Her palm rested against the wall of the entrance way as she meet Pietro's gaze. Unlike him, she was dressed in her regular clothes, a dress and combat boots combination that she'd have worn at home. Wanda swallowed as her throat dried, trying to figure out what to say to her long lost brother. She wanted to cry, scream, laugh and shout, but more than all of that she wanted to believe that her brother was alive.

She didn't have to say anything for him to know what was on her mind.

He might not have the mental powers that she does, but they do have that twin connection, so he knows when she's there. What he doesn't know is why she's reacting that way to seeing him. They just saw each other not that long ago.

He is glad to see her, of course, but he can't resist doing a little of older brother teasing (even if he's only older by twelve minutes).

He walks toward her to head nonchalantly out of the temple (though of course she can tell he's anything but) and shrugs in her direction. "It's the same face I've always had. You're acting like you haven't seen me in ages."

It had been ages but how would he know that? Wanda shook her head and ran to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug. She didn't care who was there to see nor did she take the time to explain why she was hugging him. It was a desperate attempt to reconnect to the brother that she'd lost.

"It's been years." She replied in a soft tone, her voice almost choking as she counts up the days since she's seen his face.

Wanda hated this place, hated Eros, but she was happy that her brother was brought back to her.

It's a bit surprising when she hugs him like that, but also not at the same time. For so many years they only had each other to rely on, and when combined with the fact that they've always had a connection that only another set of twins could understand, there's no question that Pietro will return the hug. No question at all. But that doesn't mean that he's not going to pester her with questions at the same time.

"Years? I just saw you."

Wanda pressed her face against his shoulder before shaking her head. "No." She whispered in a soft pained tone. "You-" Her voice cut off.

How could she tell her brother that he had died? The answer was that she couldn't. The words turned to ash in her mouth while a block of ice settled in the pit of her stomach. "I've been here for months. I don't know how but..." She finally pushed herself back a bit to look up at her brother.

He looked the same as always. "Some of the other Avengers are here too. They do not remember us. Only Thor does." She didn't know how but it was the truth.

"For months?" None of this makes any sense. "You've been here for months by yourself? We were just together." There's something she's not telling him, he doesn't have to be the psychic one to know that, but he also doesn't want to cause her any pain, so he'll accept her explanation. For now.

"Thor seems fun."

Wanda felt a smile pull at her lips.

She didn't want to smile, she wanted to cry and scream and yell, but her brother always managed to make her smile. She pulled him close for another hug before finally release him. Wanda then took his hand in hers, not wanting to let go completely.

"He is fun." She wasn't going to mention that she's slept with him because of this fucked up place. She didn't want to think of any of that here.

He wouldn't be good at his job if he couldn't make her smile. That's what brothers are for. Especially older brothers. Even if he's only older by twelve minutes. It counts.

"Where are we going?"

"My home, we can talk there." Without standing in front of Eros and giving him ideas on how to mess with them. Wanda didn't trust these gods.

"I have food too." It wasn't a lot but she could offer him something.

"I do like food." Which should come as no surprise to Wanda. Although he doesn't feel quite as unceasingly hungry right now as he usually does, so that's weird.

"So is this place really what that statue said it is?"

Wanda felt herself smiling at her brother. Despite the distance of time between them she still knew him. "It is." She didn't want to talk about the island and it's oddities. The fact that she's been here for a few months and alive already implies what she's done.

"Eros also dampens our power."

"What do you mean?" He hasn't tried to use his yet so hasn't noticed anything different. "We can't use them?"

After what they went through to get them? That doesn't sound like fun.

"We can but not like before." She paused before pulling her phone from her pocket. "My home is here." Wanda gave him brief directions before pocketing her phone. "Run there, you'll see what I mean."

It was easier to give him a chance to figure it out.

He pays close attention to the directions she gives him, so that he knows where to go and doesn't end up in the wrong place. "I'll see you there." Then he takes off running...faster than the average human, but nowhere near what he used to be able to do, and he doesn't leave a blur of light behind him this time.

Wanda followed behind at a more reasonable speed. When she caught up at her house she exhaled softly, happy to see that he hadn't run off somewhere else.

"So?" She asked as she pushed open the door.

"I see what you mean." He is a bit curious, and also as impatient as ever, so he's taking a look around her apartment. Not in any of the drawers or anything though. He'll leave those alone.

"I'm still faster than everyone else though."

There wasn't much to Wanda's apartment. Some of the furniture was broken thanks to an outburst a few weeks before but otherwise it was sparsely furnished and decorated. The only personal touches were in the kitchen where she attempted to cook with what little she had or in her closet where they had given her clothing to wear.

"Most likely." She agreed as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her brother's speed or impatience’s has never bothered her.

He leans against what passes as the kitchen counter, crosses his arms, and bends one knee to press his foot flat against the surface behind him. "So we're brought here for the reasons the statue said, some weird sort of worship, our powers are taken from us. They take these things from us, and do they give us anything in return?"

"Sometimes." Wanda was looking at her brother now, really looking at him. "They gave me you." She exhaled. "You can also ask for things but everything comes at a higher price."

Okay. So that's something. He's still not sure that them being here together will really make up for being brought here though. "We have to ask for it, and then pay more than we're already supposed to give them? That's it?"

"Yes. People have asked for powers, businesses and personal items." She knew of a few, mostly after speaking to Luke and Seth.

"Why does anybody stay here then?" Unless they like this sort of life, but it doesn't seem very appealing to him.

"We can't leave." She replied in a soft voice. There was so much that she wanted to tell him and so much that she wasn't sure she could.

Wanda moved over to the counter and pulled some dried beef from a jar. "Here."

He takes a chunk of the beef she offered him and sticks it in one side of his mouth, chewing on it. "So we get no benefit from being here, and we can't leave. Sounds like a lovely place."

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Test Drive #3

Pietro Maximoff | MCU

Arrival

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