TEST DRIVE MEME #18

[penancemods]

Arrival

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, and they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and have an ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. The staff may be pushy, or they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen, where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.


Stand Your Ground

Rise and shine, dear guests! The weather outside is as frightful as it's ever been, oddly cold. Colder than it was even at this time last year, but it seems to match the mood of the staff. Another sinner uprising, another looming threat of outsiders wanting to wreck Hell, and the staff is understandably exhausted and down in the dumps. Still, they seem to be at least trying to spread the Halloween cheer with more decorations! Gaudy decorations are in every square inch of the hotel, along with some unique looking jack-o-lanterns that seem to watch you wherever you go!

There are even some absolutely cute little turnip ones from the old timer demons who insist it's the only way for it to be done!

Lucifer and Lilith are both curiously missing in action at this time. If asked, the staff will helpfully explain that there were poltergeists and then one of the sinners lost it and tried to take over Hell, again. They'll also complain at length about how absolutely ridiculous it is that anyone thinks they're capable of ruling this place over Lucifer himself. Feel free to try to escape the incoming rant! But either way, the big guy in Hell is apparently putting up more barriers to prevent things like this from happening in the future!

And to handle an outside threat called The Veiled Order apparently, but don't you worry about them! They're simply not important at the moment and absolutely not not planning a bit attack soon. Nope.

New arrivals (and old!) should enjoy the rather expansive breakfast the demons have made in the dining hall. There will be plenty of breakfast foods ranging from bacon to pancakes to donuts and anything in between to encourage indulgence. There's no need to hold back now, right? You're already dead! So eat up all that unhealthy food and maybe add something a little bit stronger to your coffee than just plain cream! No one is judging around here, especially when there's a few bottles of top shelf alcohol available next to the coffee station.

And if one thing isn't frowned upon in Hell, it's gluttony. No one will judge if you want a taste of human flesh or cute kitten out of curiosity or anything.

Staff will encourage guests to take it easy. Things have been rough lately, and they're only bound to get rougher!


Reach Up High

Prompt I: Jesus Wept

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture, extreme gore.

Somewhere from within the hotel is an ominous rumble behind a closed door. This time, it isn't from any wayward mages or ill-timed bombing attempts, but the unlocking of a previously forbidden room. There are eerie screams from within, followed by menacing laughter as the door swings open of its own accord. The room within is painted in nothing but darkness and a thick fog.

For those who would dare approach, they will be able to make out the outlines of chains hanging in wait from the ceiling, but most other details are obscured. There may be a brief flash of figures in the shadows, the stench of blood. This feels like a bad idea, but sinners are drawn forward anyway. There's something of a promise inside this room... something new and exciting, greater than anyone is capable of imagining!

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?

Before common sense can win out, guests will find themselves pulled into the room and hear the gut-wrenching slam of the heavy door behind them. Once inside, guests will be able to make out the torn apart bodies on the ground, halved or nothing but splatters of guts and bone. Despite all logic, some will still be writhing and moaning still. Whether in pleasure or pain, it's difficult to tell

Look closer still and sinners may notice one has managed to scrawl with their bloody handprint:

There are no limits.

It may feel as if reading those words puts things into motion. Suddenly, one of the poor sinners will find the chains lashing out, hooks sinking in deep as they find their purchase on their bodies and pull. They will find themselves pulled into an almost gruesome mockery of a crucifixion pose. Arms drawn up, legs held in place. Clothes may be torn or shredded as their unmarked bodies are marred with the hooks. Flesh and muscle stretch under the strain. Fortunately, it doesn't go further.

Not yet.

"My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves in a while, have we? And with all the energy flowing around our little community, I had more than enough time to prepare this surprise for all of you. This is a room that had been locked off for a while now, and my children trapped within have found themselves rather bored lately," Lucifer's voice rings out within both ears of the sinners, eerily reassuring despite the hellscape in front of them.

"I want to show you the lengths Hell used to go to, the pain and pleasure mix of true torment. It's in suffering that we find our true selves. I do firmly believe that. We find out who we're meant to be, what we're meant to be, giving and receiving pain. Help one another and you will be set free!"

The fog dissipates enough to reveal a table nearby full of all sorts of horrifying instruments. Paddles, whips, some of them barbed in nauseating ways. There's wax to melt, knives. Needles to pierce flesh with. There are instruments that deliver enough electric current into the recipient to hurt and leave them writhing, gags for when their cries become too much.

"Next to your instruments, you will find a list of sins and wrongdoings your lovely captive has done in their lives, both here and back home. Read it and punish accordingly. Remember, there is freedom in humiliation as well as pain. Force them to see who they truly are inside. There's also redemption to be found in the punishment. You are delivering God's divine justice! You are God's hand! He will be so pleased..."

In the shadows, there are those same figures standing in wait, ready to manipulate the hooks.

"You will have no more than four attempts to carry out your punishment. Failure or refusal to do so will result in another hook driving into our poor bound soul here. After your four attempts, I am sorry to say they will be torn apart by my friends in the shadows with you, and you will have murder added to the list of sins tainting you. It would be such a needless shame to fail at this, wouldn't it? And who knows, perhaps you'll find you adore this path..."

There's a short laugh from Lucifer, as if he just made a brilliant joke. "Succeed in your punishment and you will both be released with one more sin removed from your list. Don't worry about any injuries... there are bandages and other aids available just outside. Now, my darlings, go have fun."

[As this is a Hellraiser based prompt, feel free to assume anything with a sadomasochistic bent to it can be found within the room. Attacking the demons controlling the chains will not stop them. They seem to be invulnerable to attacks and are only there to observe and add additional hooks when they deem fit. When a punishment is deemed worthy enough to release the hooked partner is left up to player discretion, but a character is only allowed to fail a punishment four times before they have to witness a horribly gory scene.]


Prompt II: Let's Play a Game

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least." Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.

"No, I am only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice with your fellow penitents. We're going to play a little bit of a game. You're all familiar with escape rooms, yes? Well, it's like that... don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough."

Spare a Pint Awakening in a room with a single box in the center of it, sinners find themselves wearing a tight collar with a clock ticking down. They have fifteen minutes to place their hands inside the box. They'll soon learn that it's full of sharp objects ready to cut. Upon further inspection, they'll find two glass bottles attached below.

They must spare a few pints of blood each, it turns out.

Once time is up, if they haven't suceeded, spikes will pop out from the collar and embed in their necks. This will result in both participants nearly bleeding out before demons tend to them. Any scarring will be permanent.

Free the Angel Suspended in the air, one sinner will find themselves outfitted with the most devilish device. Brackets have been connected to their ribcage, dug in deep as their bare skin stands out to expose the horrors. There are only fifteen minutes before the trap trips and rips open their chest. To save them, the other sinner must remove a key from a bowl of acid before the timer reaches zero and unlock a mechanism on the device. If they fail to do so, not only will the poor soul bound experience excruciating pain, kept alive through some unnatural means, but the other will suddenly feel as if their insides are twisting in on themselves.

Sinners will be patched up afterwards, but the bound will have a scar that remains on their chest as a reminder to both parties.

Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests very thoroughly and offer whatever reassurances he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed properly after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately on the outside.

If guests turn on one another, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin somewhere and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Monster Mash

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, dub-con.

Hell is having a party and absolutely nothing can stop it. It seems like it may possibly be a days long event too, if the way things are going is anything to judge. There are tacky Halloween decorations spilling from the hotel out into the streets, trailing towards the club and other locations. Demons are partying everywhere, there's lively music. It's like a rather twisted Hell take on a block party. Beer and other refreshments flow freely, there's food and candy, and fires lit around the area for warmth (or s'mores, or whatever demons may want to cook over a fire!).

In the hotel lobby, there have been racks upon racks of costumes set up for people to choose from. These include all the usual things ranging from fictional characters, sexy versions of everything, lingerie, masquerade masks, and outfits for entirely anonymous adventures. If character won't don a costume willingly or are unfamiliar with Halloween, the demons have zero qualms forcing it in whatever ways work. Multiple costume changes throughout the partying, however, is allowed.

For party activities, there are live demonic bands playing at various points in Penance (and they welcome those who want to join in!), various party games such as bobbing for apples (although 'apple' here is used loosely. At times, they may be substituted with feet or human hearts or whatever is around), pin the wings on the angel, rounds of 7 Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, as well as pumpkin carving contests. There's also a stage set up if guests desire to show off their costumes (or take them off).

As usual, there's plenty of food and drink, including all the questionable ones like human flesh or blood. There may be a roasted Squonk or two available. There's also every drug available that someone could want, including Frenzy that's free of charge.

There's a round of trick or treating going on throughout Penance as well. Go to the club or bar, or any other establishment and you'll find demons ready to hand out their treats or tricks. It may be drugged candy, regular candy, small trinkets, or other useful objects. Tricks may be decidedly less fun, ranging from a swat with a cane, a cut with a knife (non-life threatening this time around!), or just cruel comments that seem to hit too far close to home while the demons around enjoy a hearty chuckle. Don't worry, it's all for fun!

In the bar, there's the jukebox playing some spooky new music, as well as karaoke. Bar games such as darts, pool, poker, etc. are also all available. It may include succubi trying to start a rousing round of strip poker, but that's just the risk you run in Hell!


Prompt II: Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh

WARNINGS: sex, bdsm, pet play, human furniture, dubcon, noncon, drug use.

Club Penance seems to continuing the new gimmick! Themed nights. This night's theme is: Leather and Lace, Bring on the Mace. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are clad in skimpy lace numbers or seductive leather. They may be seen sporting clamps or other toys, leather masks, etc. They will eagerly encourage all who enter to join in the fun and games.

On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.

As usual, these demons play under respectable rules, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up

Guests who refused to dress up may also find their clothes randomly changing into something more appropriate or being forcibly changed by a demon who may be a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.

For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:

Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.

Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.

The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.

Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.

But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.

Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.

The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?

Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.

The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.

Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!

For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.

A special section of the club has been set back up to follow the theme! Within the area, there are pillory stocks and other restraints set up with demons and random club goers alike restrained and naked. Some of these will be stand-alone, some of these will be attached to beds, etc. A list of sins will be written on a blackboard sat near the sinner and a plethora of toys will be available. The selection will range from knives, candles, ice, impact toys, clamps, gags, etc. There will also be plugs, beads, dildos, and anything else one could want if they desire to add a little pleasure to the pain.

On the blackboards will contain a list of sins for characters and will typically be over the top and sex-based in nature, ranging from claims of promiscuity to selfishness in bed to specific taboo sex acts they enjoy. It can also include a few non-sexual ones, depending on the mood of the demon who wrote it. It may include other misdeeds done while in Penance. Expect it all to be humiliating or uncomfortable in some way or another.

For those who aren't into that, there's also a lovely display of human (or demon!) furniture to enjoy. Some of it may be familiar faces who are forced to maintain this position for however long others deem fit. Come sit on a face or two, or see if you can make someone fail at being a human statue. There may be a little pet play go on, a little denial play.

We won't talk about what it takes to be let into the rest room tonight...

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright fetish wear, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.

It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.

Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?


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Wade Wilson | X-men Cinematic Universe | ota

[fourthwalled]

Spare a Pint- cw: blood, torture

[Wade's hand is in the box before he even knows the point of the test. What? He wanted to know what was inside!] Holy, fuck balls- that smarts! [He peers under the container to see the bottle filling up with his blood. Then he looks at the other bottle that seems to still be empty despite how much Wade is bleeding.]

Uh, you gonna get in on this too? [He gestures his head to the other person in the room.] I'd do it myself, but I guess it doesn't work like that. Man, this is a perfect Halloween Saw themed event. I'm so stoked! Do you think they've got a little Jigsaw doll that's gonna ride out here on a tricycle once we finish?


Monster Mash

[Taking a seat in front of the stage to watch the latest band, costume contest, or striptease Wade sets his Halloween pumpkin basket in front of him, pushes down his Unicorn hood and starts to chow down.]

I wonder if any of these have razor blades in them like you'd always used to hear about on the news? Or even worse... what if some of these sick bastards gave me something healthy?


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Spare a Pint

[avarice_of_two]

[Greed had been momentarily distracted by trying and failing to yank the collar off of his neck, but before he has a chance to bitch about his powers not working, this dude he's stuck in here with just jams his hands into the blood box. Now he's still talking like it's no big deal, cool.]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

[WHO IS JIGSAW WHAT. Okay, probably not important. He approaches this dude and the box, leaning in to inspect it closer.]

You're serious? We're supposed to just jam our hands in here and bleed out?

[fourthwalled]

Too many things to count. [Wade answers honestly, still just watching the bottle slowly fill up with his blood.]

Yeah, seems like that's the idea. I would guess if we don't something worse will happen. So, come on. Chop chop!

[avarice_of_two]

Ooookay, then.

[I mean, fair enough. The guy may be fucked up, but at least he's self aware. Greed reaches up and tugs on that collar again, frowning at basically everything that's going on. He doesn't really want to stick his hand in the thing, but if this collar explodes or something that's just gonna be a mess that he doesn't want to deal with.]

Fine, fine, let's just get this over with, I guess. [And he jams his hand into the stab box, wiggles it around a bit to slice it up real good. The faster they bleed, the faster they can leave, right?] I dunno how well this is gonna work on my end, I heal pretty much instantly.

[Except that he's about to find out that he doesn't always do that in Hell, so that's fun.]

[fourthwalled]

Oh, you sweet summer child. [Wade croons at him at his mention of healing instantly. He very nearly reached over to pat his head but only doesn't because he can't reach that far at the moment.]

I regenerate too. All the cool kids are doing it, apparently! But Hell's got a way of screwing with all that. And you'll scar. [Wade doesn't care about the scars seeing as any scars he's gotten here more or less blend in with the ones that already cover his entire body.]

[avarice_of_two]

[Well that's a phrase Greed's never heard before, and now he's going to be subconsciously concerned that people think that he's a kid. It doesn't help that he'd been stuck into the body of a teenager, so that's super. So far he hasn't been kicked out of the bar yet though, so maybe he's in the clear? Anyway. Torture time.]

You've gotta be shitting me. [he resists the urge to pull his hand back out of the box to inspect it, since doing that and then putting it back in would just result in more damage. He's already regretting the whole hand wiggle thing, he's not used to pain lasting more than a couple seconds so this is actually starting to suck kind of a lot. It's fine, it's fine, he'll just try shrugging it off and deflecting with humor or something.]

Damn, well, there go my days of drinking lighter fluid and eating matches.

[fourthwalled]

Yeah, those were the days. [He may have tried it once or twice, to be honest. Wade jiggles his hand around some more because this is taking way too long and he's ready for it to be over with. He lets out a small sigh.]

Name's Wade Wilson, by the way. Nice to meetcha! [He waves at him with his free hand.]

[avarice_of_two]

[Greed hasn't pulled any wacky stunts like that in this current body he's in, but in his last one he was probably pulling all kinds of ridiculous stunts for shits and giggles. What's the point of being practically immortal if you don't take advantage of it for the sake of shenanigans?]

Wade, huh. Name's Greed, the pleasure's all mine. [He gives Wade a little salute. Lovely to meet you in the torture room, buddy.]

I take it you've been here for a while? You seem to know your stuff when it comes to these fun little activities.

[fourthwalled]

It's been four months or so? But I'm also just pretty familiar with torture in general. [Just a bit more blood. The bottle is so close to being full. Come on...!]

I don't look like this because of being here. [He points at his fully scarred up face.]

Monster Mash

[shitmagnet]

[That is a. One hell of a costume choice. Frank eyes Wade warily but does his best not to pass any comment. He's not wearing anything nearly that bold, just a leather jacket and a plain t-shirt and jeans. Technically it's still dressing up even if it looks fairly plain.

Halloween, much like Christmas, has nothing but soured memories for him anyway. He wouldn't be in the mood to dress up even if he wanted to. At least he's eating though. He does pause to poke at his food a little more, just to be sure.]

No razor blades that I can see. That happen here often?

[fourthwalled]

[Is what Frank's wearing even a costume? Lame! He keeps eating a piece of chocolate.] No, not here. I was talking about like... all those stories you'd hear about people putting razor blades in or poisoning Halloween candy, to terrify all the suburban mothers? Ringing any bells? No?

But, honestly, wouldn't put it past Lucy to do something like that here.

[shitmagnet]

Pssh. Those are old wives' tales. You should be fine if you check what you eat. [Sure, they used to get booby trapped supplies in the Middle East, but they're pretty thorough checking all that shit out.

Frank shoots a slightly wary look over. He still can't get over the unicorn getup but he at least has no trouble making eye contact.]

Have you met the guy? [Frank's asked around a bit, trying to get some intel, but he's still seemingly AWOL. Along with that 'Lilith' lady.]

[fourthwalled]

Checking what I eat? Man, I dunno... that sounds like a lot of work. [Wade shakes his head at Frank. He pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth and leans back in his chair.]

Oh, yeah. I've met him. Also chatted with him on the network. He got really mad at me. It was hilarious! [He seems far too happy about being on Lucifer's bad side.] I did get some good intel though... [He leans over the table conspiratorially.] Apparently, he doesn't poop.

[shitmagnet]

A lot of work? Come on. It's five extra seconds of not blindly shovelling everything in. [It's hard for Frank not to let the dad show from time to time, even if he doesn't think he made a decent one.

And talking to Wade is definitely kind of like talking to a kid.]

Wouldn't it be better intel to find out, you know, if this is it, or. How to get out of here?

[fourthwalled]

That's five seconds I could be spending shovelling in more candy! [Will you be his new Dad, Frank? That would be amazing! And bonus: no amount of bullets would kill this new son of yours!

...too soon?]

Uh, of course, it would! But you think if I just ask him, that he'll show me the back door out this place? [Wade's not as stupid as he acts... sometimes.] I decided to aim a little lower with my intel gathering. I'll just slowly work my way up. Next, I've got a few questions about his taint. Then I'll toy with the balls a little.

[shitmagnet]

[Frank just breathes out a sigh. Of all the kinds of people he was expecting to run into a place that branded itself as hell, someone like Wade is nowhere near the top of his list.]

Yeah okay. You do that. [For starters he's not really interested in those bits. Problem is, he's not sure what he should be interested in. Making himself comfortable? Trying to go home? Wherever that is. Keeping an eye out for some unsavory individuals? Or familiar faces? Hard to do that when there are people here he's never met who seem to know him pretty well.]

[fourthwalled]

I will! [Wade beams mid-chew. He pulls out a candy bar from his stash and holds it out to Frank.] You want some?

[Wade knows who Frank is, but he's gotta act like he doesn't, you see. Fourth-walling is a tricky business!] You newer? I haven't seen you around. I think I would have noticed you and your sexy grumpy face.

Name's Wade Wilson. AKA Deadpool. AKA the Merc with the Mouth. AKA other names...

[styxtoshadows]

If you get a razor blade can I have it? I wouldn't eat the candy here. Or the apples.

[But he has snagged a bacon and maple syrup doughnut. The last one, in fact.]

[fourthwalled]

I don't really care if this candy ends up being laced with something that makes me want to fuck anything that moves or like strip naked or something. I love chocolate and sugar too much. I say it's worth the risk! [Wade's not really one to be careful.]

But if I find any razor blades I'll be sure to fork 'em over. What do you need them for anyway?

[styxtoshadows]

I care. [His face twists a little. Ew.]

So the brown things are "chocolate." Can't say I've tried those. They just look suspicious.

[He shrugs.]

You never know. Very small emergency knife substitutes probably.

[fourthwalled]

Oh, you totally want a piece of this. I'm amazing in bed. [Wink, wink.... wink? No?]

You've NEVER had chocolate? [What.] You are living half a life, my friend. And that's not just me making a short joke. Chocolate is amazing!

Hmm, see I've just got my katana and knives. Also, a couple throwing stars for kicks.

[styxtoshadows]

Yeah? [Skeptical, but only slightly. Also very amused.]

Can you blame me? It looks like shit. Literally.

Katana?

[fourthwalled]

Absolutely. Super strength, healing, I'm like the Energizer Bunny. [He grins back. eating more of his pie as he talks.]

It might look like shit. But it doesn't taste like it. You really don't know what you're missing.

Katana, yeah. It's a type of sword.

[styxtoshadows]

[That's interesting actually. He cocks his head.]

Mage? Or do you just get super strength when you berserk? Did you get that [He indicates the face area] by having raw Amber poured on you? I knew a guy once.

I'll leave you to it. Though you were right about the cocaine.

[fourthwalled]

Uh... no. Although that sounds pretty sweet. No, I was brutally tortured until my mutant powers surfaced. It's not magic, it's science! [Just don't ask him to explain it!]

Of course, I was. I'm a genius!