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Test Drive #5
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:
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. |
THEMOSPHORIA: Every year, around harvest time, the Natives on Pathéma celebrates this festival in honor of Demeter and her daughter, Persephone. The first day of the festival is filled with celebration: older women, matriarchs to their family, sacrifices pig on the public place, before a Greek cookout takes place. Every family takes out their best recipes and at the end of the night, when the bond fires are lit up and wine is passed around, a vote takes place to find the best pork dish of the day.
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.
Ser Gendry - ASOIAF
He groaned, rubbing his eyes. But, as his eyes opened he froze, then swore. Where ever the hell he was, he was not at the Inn. Like a kid caught doing something they weren't meant to, Gendry tensed. The room was some sort of fancy temple. He'd never been in a room like this before, let alone seen a room like this. Some man's bastard, his mother had died when he was young, and Gendry had been apprenticed off. Apprentices did not live in places like this.
Suspicious, his eyes darted side to side, but there was no one in the temple. He didn't appear to be harmed in any way either, just sore from being on the hard ground. He shifted, only to notice he was naked, and the flush started to colour his cheeks even as his anger grew. Someone had done something to him, and Gendry didn't like that. All he wanted to do was to be left alone, so why couldn't anyone ever do that? It was always one thing or another, and it was not as if he ever hurt or harmed no one, unless they tried to harm him first.
His fury rose. He was not pleased, at all, and rising suddenly, he glanced around, but nothing was familiar. There was nothing to say who had brought him here, and Gendry glared around the room, as if daring an answer to come. Nothing did. Yet, as his head shifted, he felt something, and his hand rose to his neck. Unsure at first, his fingers danced around the metal edge. A... collar? Someone had put a collar on him? Was he a slave? How had he become a slave though? And why would a slave have this sort of room? ... who the hell would want him for a slave? Maybe someone who needed work down? But why not chain him to a forge? Nothing made sense.
He finally spotted some clothing on the floor, and with another suspicious sweep of the room, he stalked forward, feet heavy on the ground. It was quickly that he dressed, and the attire was strange but at least it was something. He kept looking around, as if fearing that someone would walk in at any moment and force him to move. It wouldn't be the first time he had been captured.
Still, the aroma did eventually cause his stomach to growl, quite loudly, and a hint of pink crossed his ears. Should he? He still didn't trust this place or this supposed god called Eros.
Though why couldn't he remember anything?
Well, he would need answers, and a forge. With a forge, he could try to get this stupid metal thing off, as it seemed to be on there rather well. It was good craftsmanship, he had to admit, not that he liked wearing it any more because of that.
Looking beyond the temple, the city below wasn't familiar either, and... Was that an ocean? That made no sense either. A river, sure, but no ocean... Just where the hell was he? Still pissed, Gendry glanced around as he needed answers, and still brooding, he set a stubborn expression on his face. That was when the voice boomed, filling his head, causing him to shake it like a dog shedding water.
Why the hell couldn't people just leave him be...
[THEMOSPHORIA]
He was still suspicious, and rightly so. Everything here was strange and foreign. It didn't stink like Kings Landing nor was it as out of the way at the Inn. No war or lords or knights or armies marched across the land leaving destruction in their wake. That was good, although he still hadn't found a forge yet. In that regard, this place was very different.
He stood out like a sore thumb at the festival. His dark hair was a tossled mop on his face from which brooding dark eyes peered out. He cast the person of being standoffish, which he was, but nothing hostile or cruel about him. Rather, that suspicion marred his every muscles. He shifted, watching as people milled about, none of them familiar to him, but what really should be expect? They were all dead and gone, and its not like people cared too much about bastards. He was hungry though, as his stomach made an even louder noise, and Gendry did look affronted by it, as it it were betraying him.
THEMOSPHORIA
If she was religious, she might have thought this to be her own personal hell. Trapped on an island by a collar with no way what so ever to even get off of them. There was no way Matthew's God had done this to them.
Sighing, she looked around the festival and tried to shake of her feelings of unease and confusion. She needed to find out what was truly happening and then she'd be able to formulate a plan and a way to get away from her island prison.
Looking to the person to her right, she managed to flash them a pleasant enough smile. If nothing, she was a good actress and would be able to at least appear more civil than she felt at the moment. She moved a step closer to the young man. He wasn't bad looking, actually, he was rather handsome and looked completely out of place. "You know, there are probably places around here that are less crowded."
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While he wasn't certain what he was expecting, those words weren't it. His brow furrowed in thought, trying to figure out if he knew her. He didn't, and she'd have no reason to know him. So why was she trying to get him off alone? "I don't have anything to steal."
That dubious tone in his voice as he regarded her. That much was true anyway. So it she was looking for an easy target, she'd be lacking.
ARRIVAL
That day had been spent to searching for a job. That part seemed rather strange to her given the normality of it. She had expected... something else from it, not what could have been misconstrued as a move to a new town, a new life. She was on her way past the temple when movement from the shadows did catch her attention. She paused, before turning.
People had been helpful to her when she had arrived, and even had they not, that was Clary's way. Stopping to investigate, and possibly help, was the least she could do. "Hello?"
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Most of what that voice had said had been gibberish. Words, as they said, were wind, and he had never heard of anything like this. There were more questions brimming even if he didn't ask them. Where? How? Why him? All he ever wanted to do was have a smith and create. He'd had food, a roof over his head. It had been enough.
Elektra Natchios | MCU
"Matthew!" Elekta cried out as she woke up on hard marble. Frantically she sat up, looking down at her body and really expected to see a gaping wound. Her eyebrows knitted together as she slid her hands over her abdomen and despite a bit of soreness, there was nothing from being stabbed. She squeezed her eyes shit and brought up a hand, pressing it against her forehead. Was she dead? She should have been but she didn't feel dead.
How was she not dead? Had Matthew somehow saved her? Brought her to a hospital? Her eyes snapped open and she was pushing herself to her feet. No, this was no hospital. A temple?! Her eyebrows shot up as she slowly turned in a circle, taking in the interior. Not just a temple, but a Greek one? Nothing was making any sense.
"Matthew?" she called out again, though she had a sinking feeling that he wasn't there and why should he be? She didn't even know where there was... And then a talking statue. And Eros talking statue. Her hand moved to her throat and she cursed under her breath. She had experienced many strange things in her life. But a talking Eros statue was supposedly controlling her and she was supposed to have sex - which wouldn't a problem so to speak. But how was she supposed to believe any of this.
Sighing, she began to walk to towards the temple's exit, obviously either that realizing that cloth to fasten as a toga had been beside her or not caring that she was naked.
She still didn't know what the fuck was going on, but she had at least been directed to the hovel she was suppose to be living in. And there in that hovel had been a wardrobe full of her own clothing. And so she was in her own clothing when she showed up at Themosphoria - a red bandage dress that fell just above her knees and red stiletto heels.
She didn't intend to stay there very long, but it was a good way to scope things out and see how the people interacted with each other. So far it appeared as though people got a long, and it seemed like no one was really rebelling against having a collar placed around their neck. Interesting.
"They could at least have Champagne," she muttered as she eyes a decanter of wine that was being passed around.
THEMOSPHORIA
Arrival
For a moment he stays frozen unsure of what to do. Hello seems like a word that is too much and "how are you here" might come across as too angry when he's not. His first love is alive again and well he wants to know the why and the how, Matt is quietly ecstatic because he never thought he would have this chance again. Maybe the Gods actually did care about the people they brought to the island.
"Elektra" he said softly reaching out his hand as he asked permission to touch her.
Kanan Jarrus | Star Wars Rebels
Kanan slowly stirred from his sleep, reveling in the boneless feeling of apparent after sex glow. While it had been years, it was still familiar, like an old blanket one would cover themselves with when in need of comfort. And speaking of blanket, a shiver passed over his body, reminding him that his own bed covers were no where to be found. Groggily, he groped around for a moment in search of the woolen blanket, until he realized that his hand was touching stones instead of the soft mattress of his bed. That thought was enough to pull him out of his sleep state, and Kanan opened his eyes at once, noticing quickly that he wasn't where he thought he was. There was no doubts in his mind that he had gone to bed in his bunk on the Ghost, right after they had escaped the Jedi temple on Lothal. How had he ended up naked on a cold floor?
With both hands covering his groin, he sat up, alert as his eyes scanned the waking crowd around him. It seemed that he wasn't the only one in this situation, and for the first time in his life, Kanan felt shame creep on his cheeks as he realized that this wasn't the first time he'd wake up naked and not knowing how he got where he was. But he hadn't binge drank since meeting Hera on Gorse, and the lack of hangover made it quite clear that this wasn't a case of 'too much to drink last night'. His gaze found the folded fabric and sandals by his side, and he quickly reached for it to cover himself. He grabbed the square device that was there as well, figuring out that this communication device might come handy later on.
He was already looking for the exit, not liking being stuck with strangers, when the statue spoke. He half listened to what it said: it sounded like yet another overbearing and overeager governor for the Empire. It was only when the collars were mentioned that Kanan paused his search for a way of the building they were all in. He reached up, his stomach lurching slightly when his fingertips found the leather band around his neck. As expected, there was no clasps, no way to take it off, and Kanan had no tools to try and cut it. At least it wasn't a shock collar, he thought dryly. A colorful Gorsian curse was partly muffled as he listened to the rest of what Eros had to say: it wasn't the promiscuity that worried him, but the fact that the Empire was apparently setting up some sort of weird brothel (for what reason, really?) and that he had managed to get caught up in one. Yep, if he managed to get off this rock, Hera was going to have his head (at least, once they freed all the other slaves).
EXPLORING
Only one day had passed since Kanan had woken up on the island. Having followed the map on the communication device they all had been given, he had found his very modest home (though Kanan hated to admit that he had lived in worse conditions in his younger years), and most importantly, his clothes and weapons. The later had surprised the Jedi, and made him roll his eyes slightly: were the Imperials so arrogant that they thought arming their slaves wouldn't let them try to change their fate? Either that, or the bucket heads search hadn't been thorough, since they even had left his comm link on his belt. It might turned out to be a long shot, but Kanan had quickly dressed up, tied his hair and had set out to explore the island, with the intention of finding a broadcasting tower to call out for help.
Heading out to the marketplace, he had weaved through the crowd there, eyes scanning for signs of Imperial guards and Stormtroopers. Kanan couldn't say if it made him more or less nervous that he couldn't see any of them: either he truly was on a planet that had yet escaped the clutch of the Empire, or the Emperor's agents were getting quite better at blending in.
After a moment, Kanan slipped into an alleyway that let him have a view of the busy market, and he leaned against the wall there, trying to look casual. Activating his comm link, he gave the alleyway one last look before speaking:
"Specter One to Specter Two, do you copy?"
A pause, to wait for an answer that wouldn't come. Not that he thought it would have, but still, Kanan tried another time, only to be met with silence again. Frowning, the Jedi tried to convince himself that maybe Hera was simply not in range to catch his call.
"Specter One calling to all Spirits, can you hear me?"
But when static would be the only thing to be heard through his comm link, Kanan sighed and looked back at the crowd: "Guess I gotta do this by myself."
Lips curling into a warm smile, he walked back into the crowd and he reached for the first person close to him:
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you point me towards the nearest spaceport?"
WILD CARD
Ten days. Ten days now that Kanan was on the island, and as much as he hated to admit it, there were a few truths to this place that he couldn't deny anymore.
First and foremost, there was no way out of this rock. No spaceports, no shuttles, no communication towers. He was stuck here, and there was no way to tell Hera or the rest of the crew. He tried not to be worried for Ezra and Sabine, knowing that they both could hold their own, but he still had so much to teach to his padawan, regardless of how quickly the kid was learning. No matter where he was and how stranded he was, Kanan wouldn't stop searching for a way out of Pathéma, so he could get back to his ragtag family.
Being in a out reach world also meant no Imperials. No matter the many times he had asked both Natives and collared guests, none of them had heard of the Empire. Kanan wasn't sure how it was possible, but in truth, he was relieved for the break from watching over his shoulder. Getting out of Eros' grip seemed a challenge enough, the Jedi was thankful he wouldn't have to try to while being worried about the Empire.
Ten days and the most obvious truth of all was that the band around his neck was truly getting tighter day by day. It was now uncomfortable enough that he couldn't ignore it anymore. The idea of sex wasn't something he'd normally balk from; years ago, one night flings were all what he would do, but ever since Gorse, things had changed. He had changed, and had never been shy about his feelings for Hera, no matter what she had told him when taking him as crew for the Ghost. The thought of taking care of his collar with someone one else than the Twi'lek pilot felt like betrayal, even if Kanan wasn't certain of how Hera felt for him. Still, he would have to see to it, and soon, if only indicated by the way he was gasping for air as he climbed up a small hill away from the any populated area.
Because there was one last truth to this place that bothered Kanan even more than the collar around his neck. It was the fact that he couldn't feel the Force as strongly as before. Instead of rolling in waves when he tried to tap into It, the Force simply hummed, like It used to do when he was only a youngling at the Jedi Temple. It was the most ironic thing, he supposed. Kanan had spent half of his life trying to sever his connection, or at least repress it enough that no one would suspect he was Force-sensitive, only to have his connection taken away when he probably needed the most. He needed to figure out if it was this strange world muting his abilities, or simply himself not being focused enough.
Choosing a spot he hoped was recluse enough so he wouldn't be disturbed, Kanan knelt down at the top of the hill, setting down his lightsaber on the grass in front of him and sat back on his heels before closing his eyes. With deep breaths, he tried to clear his mind and focus on the soft thrum of the Force, trying to pull at It to surround himself with It. But no matter how hard he tried, the Force wouldn't budged, clearly blocked by the making of the island.
If anyone was watching him from afar, they would see how he was quickly becoming frustrated, his brow creasing into a frown until his patience broke, with the man throwing his arms in the air with a groan as a result.
WILDCARD
That day had been hard, beyond hard, when the Force had cried out. Since that day, everything had shifted, changed, darkened. It didn't mean that there wasn't still light in the world though. This place though was something completely new. From what she had been able to discover, there were no ports of any kind. No travel of any sort beyond the sort used to get around the island. She had been to many different planets over the years, but never one like this. Add to that the manner of her arrival and the offness of the Force whenever she tried to reach out for it.
She could have some patience though. Ahsoka had found a cloak in the residence that was supposedly hers and it was drawn up. She still cut an odd silhouette when compared to others, but she wasn't a Youngling and could make do. Her lightsabers hung at her side, useless, really, it seemed, and her usual gear flashed now and then as she explored.
From what she could see, most here appeared to be human. All, maybe, but her, although Ahsoka wouldn't make such a generalization. One day of seeing only humanoid faces didn't mean that the island was devoid of other life. It wasn't usual though, as humans had always been rather populous. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter though, as answers were answers, and she would seek them one way or another. There was also the matter of this god being.
Every now and then she would pause, gather herself, feel out in the Force. There was something there, she thought, faint and distant. Perhaps somethings. It was hard and they were dull, muted, far away. It didn't stop her, and slowly but surely, did Ahsoka move across the island until a familiar form came in to view. Even then, she paused, uncertain, but no, there was no falseness coming from him. "Kanan."
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"Ahsoka?" It could have been an illusion created by this world, but there was no way this place could even fake her presence in the Force. No matter how suspicious he had always been, Kanan knew he could still trust in the Force, even here. Standing up after grabbing his light saber, he separated the two pieces before clipping them to his belt: there was no being too cautious, even if he thought no Imperials were on the island.
He offered the former Jedi a small smile: "Please, tell me you've come to rescue me from this place?" I'm very much ready to get out of here."
Despite the curl of his lips, Kanan wasn't too hopeful Ahsoka had come for him. Not because she hadn't come to his rescue before, he hadn't expected to leave the Sovereign alive (though he was very very glad he did), but because he believed there was no escaping this place. If people could be rescued from the island, they would have left already, he was sure of it.
His smile faded into a frown as he realized what the other Force user presence's on the island could mean: "Please tell me you didn't came in with Ezra?"
Because no matter how worried he was for his padawan, having to explain to him the flowers and bees was not the kind of conversation Kanan wanted to have with the kid.