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TEST DRIVE MEME #18
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."
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:
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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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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I know you said pre-healing, so setting this pre-Dean getting kidnapped/tortured, if that works?
He swaggers on up to Cas from where he is, seemingly contemplating a game of darts. He smirks, giving the angel the once over.]
Hey, Cowboy. I'm up for a game if you are.
[He really...should stop staring at the hat. And the Sherriff's badge. And he really should stop thinking about the fact that he had an exact dream like this once, and the way that dream ended with one of the best self-love sessions of Dean's whole life.]
totally works!
Dean. I didn't know you were here. You play darts, don't you?
( He's currently holding the dart vertically up to his eye. And then he notices Dean isn't dressed. )
I see you're not playing along.
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[When he sees the way Cas is holding the dart, nearly poking his own eye out, his eyes widen and he moves to correct the angel, fast.] And that's definitely not how you're supposed to hold the dart, Cas.
[He shrugs when Cas observes that he isn't wearing a costume.] Didn't feel like dressing up, and the demons definitely couldn't make me. But you make for one fine cowboy yourself, Cas.
[Dean definitely gives him another once over, albeit, trying to be more subtle, this time.] It's a good look on you.
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( He'll admit it, and then he's interrupted. He's just inspecting it, Dean. )
Yes, I think it complements me. ( Letting Dean bring the dart down, he looks down at himself, missing Dean's personal assessment. ) The demons insisted. I'm happy you avoided it. Just - ( He takes his hat off and leans forward, setting it down on Dean's head. He smiles once it fits. ) in case they get any ideas.
( He steps back and gestures. )
There, now you're dressed up. Happy Halloween, Dean.
( Eyes back on the dart board, he quickly orders a beer for his friend, Dean, as the waitress passes and then picks up the dart again. )
So, how do I throw this? I assume, hard and straight into that board.
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[And then Cas is taking that cowboy hat and placing it on Dean's head, and, suddenly, Dean feels warm all over, starting from the place where Cas places the hat on his head and moving all the way south. Probably just the alcohol, he tries to tell himself. (Except that he hasn't drank anything yet tonight.) Though he can't remember the last time alcohol made him catch his breath, nor can he remember alcohol ever making him grin so wide or preen like a purring, proud cat.] Alright, now we're talking! If only I had my cowboy boots, we both could be really rooking this whole yeehaw look.
[He grins when Cas asks him for advice, happily stepping forward to demonstrate. He picks up another dart off to the side, to show Cas an example. Showing is always better than telling, after all.] Yeah, you want to make sure you have a firm grip, and you want to make sure you have a target in mind, not necessarily the one in the middle. Pick out your own target, aim, and then...
[With a quick ease, Dean brings back his hand holding the dart, and throws, making a decent landing fairly close to the middle of the board.] Like so. Get it?
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Yeehaw.
( He smirks, stepping back. It doesn't match what Dean wears, but it looks right. Dean's always had the cowboy thing. (Let's be honest, that's why Castiel accepted the costume in the first place.)
Cas observes Dean's example, bringing his dart up like Dean does, without releasing it. He watches the dart leave Dean's hand and land on the board. He nods. )
I get it.
( He takes a sip from the beer he'd been given, for love, and steps up to the line Dean was standing on. Bringing it up just so, eyeing the 15, he lets it go and it sails, embedding by the fifteen, in the double portion. ...If they were really playing. )
Like that.
( He glances at Dean. Did he just hustle Dean at darts? )
Shall we play?
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He manages to transform the way his gaze lingers on Cas into a smirk.]
Giddy-up. You got this, Cas.
[And Cas does, indeed, got this, given the way that, moments later, he throws his own dart and kicks Dean's ass in a way that seems effortless. Dean lets out a low, appreciative whistle. He can't even be mad; he's thoroughly impressed.
He takes a sip of the beer Cas ordered for him, beaming.]
Hell yeah, let's play! Winners first?
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Three each.
( He hands Dean the black winged darts and Castiel takes the blue, retrieving the two he and Dean had thrown. )
Is this ... what Hell is always like? ( Thwoom. 13. ) Parties and dressing up? ( Thwoosh. 20. He eyes and lines up, hits the 13 again. Something occurs to him. ) What numbers am I trying to hit?
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He arches an eyebrow as Cas hands him the black darts and keeps the blue ones for himself. Fitting, he thinks. And he vocalizes this, too, to Cas, in the next moment.]
Blue for your eyes, huh?
[He takes another sip of beer, actually drinking slowly enough to enjoy it, for once.]
No, not at all, actually. This is just a lull in between attacks. Unlike our Hell, this place actually sometimes gives people a break in between all the fucked up shit it pulls.
[At the question, Dean tilts his head. It's a good one, he realizes, just as he also realizes he doesn't actually know. He chuckles.]
You know what? I don't actually know. Let's just say the numbers closest to the middle?
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( Black for? )
Closest --
( All the numbers touch the middle. But, if he's looking to hit the middle, he knows Cas can, right? Not that it's Cas' turn. He steps away, sipping from his own beer and taking a seat on the stool. )
Dean - ( He holds the glass up and points. Words on the chalk board next to the dartboard flame up, forming a C and a B and then numbers. It looks like they're playing down from 200. The 200 is slashed across and 164 replaces it. From the 36 points Castiel threw. ) It looks like we don't have to know how to play. And like you have to catch up.
( Hah!
He's always admired Dean's form, Dean's body - in the angel that watches over you way. But when Dean steps up to the line again, the lights of the Hotel bar accentuate -- well, Dean. And the way Dean's pants cling to him. Maybe it's the demonic influence around him, or the alcohol. But, he admires him, and his eyes go straight to his ass. )
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At Cas' teasing, he just shakes his head, taking another sip of his drink.]
Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I can still kick your ass in darts.
[Except that each dart he lands...does poorly. Certainly more poorly than Cas' darts. Dean swears under his breath, but he's not actually upset. Quite the opposite, actually; he's having a blast.
He turns back to Cas with something of a swagger.]
Your turn, cowboy.
[He leans in to pat him on the shoulder; he winds up inhaling part of Cas' scent, and it seems to go straight to his head, as he stumbles and nearly trips back into his space leaning against the bar. He also can't seem to keep from continually checking Cas out in that costume, admiring the way said costume seems to heighten and emphasize Cas' form.]
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( In general, he'd say. Then again, it's not a fair fight, is it? Angel, and grown adult male. They've each been on the opposite side of that fight several times before. But, as matter of fact as he puts it, he still tries to keep the mood light. The beer helps. It's hitting him more than beer usually does, something else he realizes in Hell. But, he likes it. He likes feeling looser. And with Dean at his side.
He sips silently, one, two, and three sips. It's his own personal drinking game. Sip every time Dean does not take the lead.
Pulling himself off the stool, he wraps his hand around the three darts. )
That's sheriff to you, Dean.
( He'd even tip his hat but Dean is wearing his hat.
Stepping up, Cas' precision lessens. Like Dean's. He finds he likes having fun, as competitive as an angel who's used to full-scale wars can be. He only gets the one bullseye. (He doesn't mean to.)
Retrieving his darts, he backs up again, not seeing Dean has stepped up to the plate so to speak, and almost bumps himself into him. Between the noise and the beer and Dean's own cologne, Cas is having his own sensory experience. He's gotten drunk before, and while human, but not in Hell. Turning around, he bashfully apologizes. ) Sorry. ( He leans in. ) I don't know for sure, but I think I can get drunk here.
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He lets his replying smirk swing cocky over the top of his drink.]
Yes, sir, Sheriff.
[He tips the hat Cas let him borrow, still grinning all the while. And he keeps grinning, enjoying the fact that Cas seems to grow worse at darts the longer the night does on.
Cas nearly bumps into him, but Dean just waves it off, hardly bothered. Except then Cas is leaning in close, and Dean feels every inch of the proximity between them, enough so that his breath nearly catches in his throat.]
Really? I remember the last time you got drunk. I believe it took an entire liquor store.
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( He'd accept Sheriff Worley or Sheriff Beyoncé. But, also don't call him Sheriff Beyoncé, that just sounds off. )
Not anymore. Not here. ( He speaks as he eyes his beer like it's magic. Keeping that close proximity, he opens his mouth - no matter what he means to say, something else takes over. An urge he thought was long gone. ) I have to urinate.
( His lips are chapped and throat a bit dry as he says it, eye to eye with Dean. He even looks down to at his own crotch. )
Stay here?
( He finds the facilities easy enough, taking care of business. As it counts as breaking the seal, it's a long urination for him. And, shortly after, he's napped by two demons and locked in a room with Elena Gilbert. Altogether, it's about fifteen minutes that he's gone, thanks to Seven Minutes in Heaven he never asked for.
As soon as he's out, he finds his table again, and hopefully finds Dean. )
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[He takes a slow sip of his drink, settling in against where they've been standing around by the bar, and waits. Dean chats with several of the other bar patrons as he does so, though his thoughts keep drifting back to Cas in that cowboy outfit.
He doesn't realize how much time has gone by, but when he spots Cas returning, he waves him over with a grin. He's on his...third? whiskey of the night, and he's just starting to feel a pleasant buzz.]
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Returning to the table, he only has one question. )
When you were a teenager did you play the game, Seven Minutes in Heaven?
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[He smirks around his drink a moment later.] Easy way to score a little bit of action, if you catch my drift.
[He doesn't know why his gaze lingers on Cas as he says this, nor does he understand why he feels a feint sort of blush begin to burn at the tips of his ears.]
Why do you ask?
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( It's impossible not to catch it, even tipsy like he is. He holds his glass in his hand, glancing down and sipping gingerly as if it's the most natural thing. )
Elena and me, we were in a room. The demons, they, wanted us to play.
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At the admission of being in a room with someone named Elena, Dean arches an eyebrow. He waggles his eyebrows in Cas' direction, though he also feels something tighten inside his chest at the same time.]
And? Don't keep us in suspense! Did you two play with your demons or?
[He preens, like a proud cat.]
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( He answers quickly, and gravelly, as he looks up, frowning. Is that what Dean wants? Him to play this game with a girl named Elena? It's not what he wants. And if it was, it wasn't what she wanted. )
She wasn't interested. Should I have? ( He puffs his lips out, glancing back in the direction he'd come from. ) She didn't want that. I didn't.
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[He's still smiling, the warmth of Cas' voice soothing him as much as the burn of the alcohol he drinks. He finds himself leaning in closer, more forward, to hear better, obviously. (Or so he tells himself.)]
Nah, if neither of you weren't into it? That's not cool. How'd did you manage to bypass the demons on that one?
[Dean finds himself grinning, a little sloppily; a burst of what feels like contentment sits in his chest, something usually unknown, chirping out some kind of lark song that inspires Dean to sway a bit. Yeah, he's a bit drunk, himself, but he really doesn't mind. Not when Cas is here and slightly drunk with him, too.]
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We didn't. They gave us seven minutes. By the game's rules, we can do anything for seven minutes. We just talked. And then the doors were opened again.
( It was actually a nice conversation. And she had a good costume. )
I thought playing along and not trying to strong arm the situation was the better alternative. It paid off.
( He smiles, next to Dean again, leaning in when Dean does. Elena is already a distant memory. So is that room. What would he have done if Dean had been thrown in with him. And explained what it meant. Would he have feigned not wanting to? Some times it's harder to do nothing, to say nothing. But, it's how he works. He can't say something, not to Dean. So, he will get any of these moments he can. )
These demons aren't big on consent.
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He grins at hearing Castiel explain his plan, a sliver of pride breaking out into his expression when he explains that his plan paid off.]
Sounds like you both made the right call. I'm glad you both made it out of there.
[Dean snorts, shaking his head. He doesn't miss the way he suddenly feels warm at Cas' proximity; the way what he wants dangles so close to him.]
Yeah, the demons here really suck.
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( Cas will work with a demon if it gets him to the goal he needs, likewise an angel, former angel, and other kinds of entities. But, these demons, they seem declawed. Like, Cas and the rest of these prisoners are entertainment. )
You should keep the hat.
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Yeah, but when you're fighting God Himself, what's a few demons?
[It comes out quiet and more bitter than Dean intends. But he perks up again when Cas compliments him on the hat.]
Yeah? I could always use a good cowboy hat.
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