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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."

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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    Setsuna Mudou | Angel Sanctuary | OTA, character is under 18 - warnings in prompts

    [personal profile] failed_antichrist 2020-10-24 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
    Reach Up High - Prompt I: Jesus Wept [LIMIT 1]
    cw: torture

    Currently, Setsuna only has four sins left on his sins list, but that doesn't keep him safe.

    Especially because he's curious and just had to investigate the noise, and new room. Normally, he avoids certain things in Hell, but the idea someone might be in danger had his attention. Of course, that only puts him in danger, and at the mercy of any other poor soul that might get wrangled into this.

    "He sure likes to fucking talk a lot, doesn't he?" Setsuna mutters in the middle of Lucifer's explanation. "I like him and all, but I need to tell him he rambles! We get the point already!"

    Not that he's found of someone else causing him damage, but fighting these scenarios never goes well, and he thinks he can handle it. Maybe. His eyes look over the table, and immediately drift away. He tugs at the hooks already holding onto him, just in case, and that just hurts, pulling his skin from his body.

    "Fuck.... Never mind that. Think you can handle this?"


    Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 2]
    Spare a Pint
    cw: self-mutilation, blood

    It doesn't matter if the other person trapped with him wants to, Setsuna just shoves his hand in the device without a thought. He hasn't been the best person of late, so maybe he's just a little bit careless with himself. He hisses a little and winces his eyes shut, but he's not slow about it.

    Blood drips into his jar pretty quickly.

    "You want out of here, or not?"


    Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 1]
    Free the Angel
    cw: self-sacrificing mind-set, blood, pain, possible ripping apart a body

    He's been here before, only the situation was flipped, with a friend of his suspended in the air. He was the one on the other side, and knows the deep, muscle intensity kind of pain the acid brings on personally.

    This time, he feels the discomfort of the device piercing into his flesh, ready to snap his ribs apart if this goes to long. He can hear the ticking the timer. His heart starts to beat, loud and quick.

    "Don't do this on my account!" Setsuna feels he needs to shout down to the other person. "I can handle this."

    He doesn't realize the other person will be hurt if they fail, and that he probably can't deal with.

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    [OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to contact me here [plurk.com profile] rknrljeannedarc. Even if we don't have plans, feel free to hit me up.]
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    Proto Man | Mega Man 3 (Canon AU) | OTA

    [personal profile] red_song 2020-10-24 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
    Arrival

    Waking up in strange places isn't new for him. No, the new thing is the sensations. His senor arrays were not capable of feeling the softness of a matress, or the smoothness of sheets. His awareness of temperature should come from both internal and external gauges, not the way his body wanted to shiver.

    When he gets up it is to the greatest shock of his existence. Not the list of sins. Not the old model phone, not his fear scattered around. No. When Proto Man pokes his skin it... feels. His arms are whole and intact. There is no damage from his many battles with Rock. His hair is... non-robotic hair.

    It's so shocking that he doesn't bother to gather anything, just heads right out into the hall to look around. Someone has to confirm this. He reaches for the first passing person his grip is so weak, bone and muscle and tendons rather than steel and pistons and hydralics.

    "Where is this place and where is my proper body?"

    Stand Your Ground - Breakfast

    Food. It is a concept that he understands as an absract thing. It powered them like the nuclear core he used to have once powered Proto Man. Humans were also powered by water and drinks as opposed to something reasonable like oil and energy tanks.

    That didn't stop Proto Man from reaching out at the prompting of a demon. He is human now, thus meant that his body by needs required human styles of energy. Which meant food. He selects an item at random. A ring of fried dough. He remembers his father having these some mornings as a 'reward' while he looked over schematics. If his father liked it, it would be horrible.

    Proto Man takes a bite and makes a noise of deep pleasure. He grabbed another donut, one for each hand, bite after bite.

    "I see how father became so portly."

    Network - Text

    I always believed that the concept of Hell was a contrivance that humans used to keep other humans in line.

    I just have to wonder why robot hell involves a human body.



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    [OOC: Open to just about anything. Proto Man is being taken from just before the end of Mega Man 3, and rooted in the canon constructed by The Megas' History Repeating: Blue and History Repeating: Red albums. Given he's a robot, he has been given a human body by hell, all the better to make him pay for his sins? Feel free to hit me up a [plurk.com profile] churbooseanon]
    Edited 2020-10-24 08:09 (UTC)
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    Negan | The Walking Dead | OTA

    [personal profile] vampirebats 2020-10-24 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
    Stand Your Ground

    "Well, well, this is one ugly little fucker, isn't it? Not even a mother could love that face!" Negan holds up one of the turnips in his free hand, the other loosely clutches a baseball bat with nails in it. Hell saw fit to give him Lucille, so like hell is he gonna let her out of his sight. He idly rolls his wrist, twirling the bat a little too casually.

    "Guess I expected Hell to be a little more... I don't know. Fire and brimstone, you know?" Not jack-o-lanterns and shitty Halloween decorations.

    "So, tell me, what the actual fuck am I supposed to do around here? How long until something decides to... I don't know, poke me in the nuts with one of those pitchforks you always see demons with?"

    Free the Angel

    "Ah, shit..." Just his lucky day, isn't it? Maybe he shouldn't have been pitching about Hell after all. Got tossed right into the heat of this shitty place.

    "Careful now, don't want you to lose a lung," he grunts as he approaches the contraption, tilts his head a little. He's trying to see if there's any other way to get them out of this before he looks grimly back towards the bowl.

    "Guess now ain't the time to tell you I've always been a little bit of a selfish son of a bitch, huh?"

    ... Man, this is going to be a world of hurt.

    Follow Me Down

    He needs a goddamn drink and he needs it now. He brushes off the costumes as he heads out for the nearest place offering something strong. He can't remember the last time he had a proper drink, not to the extent he got drunk at least. Bad idea when there are diseased corpses all around, wanting to eat you, but eh...

    He can't get any deader, right?

    He tosses back whatever the burning liquid is and demands another, even as his eyes roam the area around him.

    "Shit-- look at the tits on her. Hell does one thing right, if I do say so myself."

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    Nathaniel "Nate" Heywood | DCTV

    [personal profile] annalist 2020-10-24 09:22 am (UTC)(link)

    Stand Your Ground

    The last thing Nate remembers is Neron with Ray's face killing him while he was wearing Constantine's face. It had been a risky gamble....but hopefully one that worked. Ray had let Neron have his body to save Nate, and the fail stop to save the world was to let Neron kill him. It was a no brainer. It's why he doesn't tell anyone but Constantine of his choice -- because he knows nobody else would have agreed to it. But Neron was going to open the gates of Hell. There had been no better options at the point. And Nate has always wanted to be a hero. Like his grandpa. Like his father. This was his moonshot.

    But he misses the part where he gets the heart to heart with his dad, or where love saves the day, and he wakes up in Hell instead. It seems...a little unfair given the fact that that he just died to save the world and all, but when has life has ever been fair? If life was fair, his grandpa would have lived. Amaya could have stayed. His father wouldn't have died trying to bring his childhood dream alive. Zari wouldn't have to stay in the temporal zone to make sure she didn't lose her memories when she finally found a way to save her family. Life isn't fair. Nate tries to stay optimistic but it's hard to ignore the messages that keep coming, over and over again.

    Which is why as demons try to encourage him to eat food, to overindulge, the more he hangs back and observes, trying to get a feel with what he's working with.

    He might warn other people too. "I'd be careful eating the food here, if Hell plays by Underworld rules you could end up stuck like Persephone. Assuming we aren't all stuck already."

    Free the Angel - first come, first serve

    He can't steel up. It's the first thing he notices as he's strapped into the machine. It's his first defense against the situation. It's what he did in the circus, when he was tied up. But it doesn't work here.

    The pain is awful, and he'd be lying if tears weren't welling up in his eyes from it, but he doesn't want to make anyone else suffer for his sake. Enough people already have.

    Except the way Lucifer explains the rules, if they don't play along...the other person will suffer either way.

    There's no loophole here. Still, he looks apologetic. "I'm sorry. I -- I would never ask someone to do something like this for me."

    A small insecure voice in his head says that's because he's not worth it, but he doesn't say it out loud.

    Monster Mash

    The costumes are posed as optional, but Nate watches other people long enough to see optional is subjective -- so he chooses something familiar and comforting, an Indiana Jones like costume. It makes him think of that first date with Zari and his heart stings for a moment....but he tries to push it down and ignore it. He'll probably never see her again.

    So he plays along. He gets roped into a few games like Spin the Bottle and 7 minutes in heaven -- games he never got to play in high school because of his hemophelia. And he actually seems to be enjoying himself -- that might be because a demon slipped him some drugged candy that has seemed to lift his mood considerably. He's all smiles and laughs.

    For a moment, the realness of everything going on is forgotten.

    Later on in the night he seems to have gotten himself into a game of strip poker??? He's not great at bluffing, especially when high, but at least he has a considerable amount of clothes to take off, especially when you take in account his hat and whip.

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    un: heyworld

    My name is Dr. Nathanial Heywood and I will spare you the normal questions of where am I or how did I get here, or how do people from so many worlds get pulled here. This isn't my first crossover, though I have to say I've never been a huge fan of them.

    My question is this: for those of you with abilities, is it normal for them to only work sometimes? I would assume that would be necessary with how some abilities might make torture more difficult or a moot point.

    (feel free to wildcard him, or hit me up at autoclave on plurk if you want something specific. prose or actionspam welcome.)

    Edited 2020-10-24 09:22 (UTC)
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    Billy Butcher | The Boys

    [personal profile] alotmorehorrible 2020-10-24 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
    Jesus Wept

    Oh, this was a bloody bad idea. Total shite. Would not recommend.

    He knows it the minute he feels the piercing through his clothes, digging into his skin, and feels his arms get yanked up and part of him almost wants to pull loose, even if he knows it'll tear flesh. He can feel the warmth of blood trickling down, soaking through his clothes, and he shifts, bites back a growl.

    "Let's get this over with, yeah?"

    His list is riddled with some real nasty things. Murder (One count of being an accomplice to blowing a prick up by the arsehole, even. One whale slaughter), lies, betraying loved ones, blasphemy, wrath, violence, and a whole world of other dirty things he won't let himself hang his head in shame over if that's what old Luci wants. If that's what God wants. He grunts as the chains shift, tug a little harder on his flesh.

    "Fuck, this guy loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he? Be tempting to take a couple hooks through the ears if it stopped that."

    Follow Me Down 1

    There's some band playing loud enough, it drowns out everything else around him. It's a violent rhythm, loud and quick and the vocalist is screaming some shite he can't make out, but it doesn't matter. He brings up the bottle of whiskey he got from somewhere around their little party and takes a swig.

    "This shite always happen around here? Didn't peg Hell for one big party."

    Follow Me Down 2

    "Piss off. I'm only here for a drink." Not that he looks like he needs anymore, especially when he couldn't even keep which side was the normal side of the club straight. He's got some scantily clad woman trying to whisper in his ear and he pulls away, ignores the guys crawling on their hands and knees, or the demon acting like a table as he makes a beeline for the bar.

    He settles on a stool heavily, leans on the bar and waits for the bartender to finish serving whoever's down at the end. If he feels anyone too close, anyone brush up against him, he turns to give a glare. "Said I wasn't in the mood--"

    Wildcard
    [If there's something else you'd like to do, hit me up!]
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    Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

    [personal profile] nottheonlytraveler 2020-10-24 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. Jesus Wept

    [CW: Torture, violence, gore, blood, trauma, mentions of all these things in the past, religious trauma, PTSD, possible disassociation, panic attacks, etc.]


    [At the rumbling sound, Dean turns, making his way towards the sound. He squints, trying to get a better look. A new...room? Huh. That's interesting. He should know better than to indulge his curiosity, but since when has knowing better ever stopped him? He catches a brief glimpse of figures moving inside, and a shiver of a gleam that seems to resemble chains before he finds himself abruptly pulled forward into the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

    He barely has time to register and process what's happening when he feels the chains dig into him, dragging him upwards and pulling him into a position he's never been able to forget, even all these years later.

    Suddenly, he can't breathe; his chest feels too tight, like it might burst at the seams, and his world narrows. The green flames of the Hell he knows are what surround him as he tries to maintain any sort of grip on a coherent thought; the figures in the background all turn into the demons he used to know, led by Alistair with that oozing smirk and hungry eyes.

    He can feel himself bleeding, can feel the way his body pulls apart while being held in place all at once, and he can't stop it; he's back, he's never left, and, look, there are the instruments on the table, all laid out, nice and pretty, arranged in order, just the way Alistair likes it.

    Dean feels the tears as they slide down his face; he tries to close his eyes, tries to fight the way his stomach seems to fall through the rest of his body, his heart not far behind it. He's back on the rack because he deserves it; this is where he's always belonged. Castiel pulling him out of Hell was only meant to be a brief sort of reprieve. This is Chuck getting his big Last Word in; this is God getting the ending he so desperately wants.

    He's breathing again, but faster; he can't keep up with his own lungs. His whole body shakes, and he tries to struggle against the chains holding him, but it's mostly useless. Head bowed, his eyes can't keep shut, so they flicker all across the room, looking for something, anything, familiar to focus on.

    In the meantime, he can't keep himself from praying, from pleading - from shouting.]


    No, no, no, no, no. Not again, not again, not again. Sam? Sammy? Sam?! Cas? Jack? Anyone? Please?

    [His voice cracks, breaks, along with the rest of him. This is what he deserves.]

    [If you have any questions or want to plot anything, please hit me up either via DM to Dean's journal here or at [plurk.com profile] afaeryschild.]
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    Faith Lehane | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | ota

    [personal profile] rockypath 2020-10-24 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    Stand Your Ground

    [Faith is pretty leery about trusting it when the demons are offering a ton of amazing looking food, but holy shit does that breakfast smell good! She takes a moment to just watch everyone else eating, waiting to be sure that she doesn't see anyone suffering any ill effects. No one seems to be acting strangely... and her stomach isn't going to be ignored any further!

    She's a small woman but can sure pack away some calories. A perk of being a vampire Slayer. She's got one monster of a metabolism. So when she finally sets herself down at the table she's got a plate that's nearly overflowing with eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, a couple of muffins, and some sausage to boot. She's already eating one of the sausage links before she even sits down.]
    Damn, I'm so going for seconds.


    Jesus Wept: cw- blood, torture, mutilation

    [Faith screams as the hooks dig themselves into each of her shoulders and thighs and send her slamming back into the wall. Her arms are forced outstretched by the wrapped up chains. Tears stain her eyes but she still tries to pull herself free of the chains, only the cry further as the hooks seem to dig deeper. Her white tank top is torn to shreds and stained red with her blood. She lets out a frustrated growl to try and cover up her pain. Fuck this place. Fuck everything.

    She sees someone else is in the room with her, she's not sure yet if it's someone she knows or does not, still obscured by the fog.]
    Can we just get this the fuck over with? [It's going to hurt, she knows, but better to get it done with then the possible alternative. Her list of sins sits on the table next to a slew of torture devices that she's trying very hard not to look at.]


    Monster Mash

    [Halloween is one of Faith's favorite holidays. Cause, come on, sexy costumes and free candy? What's not the like? Except that some of the offered candy here might make her grow a tail or strip naked, but she's not focusing on that part right now. She's just looking to enjoy herself, thank you. She's totally rocking her costume, if she does say so herself. She spends time at the celebrations, does some trick or treating, but ultimately finds herself back at the bar. She's got a basket full of candy set aside on the table but is in the midst of a heated game of pool with one of the other patrons. And she's using all methods she can to win. This mainly means any time it's their turn to go she gets in their line of sight and does whatever she can to distract them, leaning over the table to give an ample view of her cleavage or bending down to rifle through her basket.] Ooh, missed again did you? [She teases with a low drawl and a wink.]


    Wildcard! Hit me up with something else if you want! Reach out to my discord bisky#3564, PM, or [plurk.com profile] deadfool
    Edited 2020-10-24 16:27 (UTC)
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    Obi-wan Kenobi | Star Wars | ota

    [personal profile] forcemaster 2020-10-24 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    Monster Mash!

    [He's no idea what Halloween is or why it means you're to dress up in ridiculous costumes and solicit strangers for candy, but it seems harmless enough? It takes some convincing on the part of the demons but they finally manage to get Obi-Wan out of his Jedi garb and into a costume of a...lumberjack, apparently. The axe they hand him is also not a prop and very sharp.

    The party, the music, the food, he's enjoying all of it... although he shies away from the stage when some of the people showing off their costumes start to take them off entirely.

    Finally, he settles down with a beer in hand to see a group starting up a game around him. He's not entirely sure what it is, but it seems he's now a part of it? One of them spins a bottle and the rim stops to point straight at him. He looks up, puzzled when all eyes turn to him. What? Is he meant to do something?]



    Wildcard- if you want anything else, hit me up! bisky#3564 or [plurk.com profile] deadfool
    fourthwalled: (unmasked: not amused)

    Wade Wilson | X-men Cinematic Universe | ota

    [personal profile] fourthwalled 2020-10-24 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    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?


    Wildcard! Want something else? Hit me up on discord bisky#3564 or [plurk.com profile] deadfool!
    Edited 2020-10-24 17:36 (UTC)
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    Castiel | Supernatural | OTA

    [personal profile] shownrespect 2020-10-24 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    MONSTER MASH

    ( Castiel opts only for a cowboy hat that's sitting above the metal rack in the lobby, but, then thinks better of not playing along. So, instead, he suits up cowboy-style. He leaves a tie off because the vest and bolero are enough. His real gun sits in a holster and there's a full five minutes where he sits half dressed because he's playing with the spurs on one of the pairs of shoes.

    But, soon enough, Cowboy Castiel is decked out in his finest. He even has a sheriff star to complete his look.

    That's Sheriff Castiel to you.

    Throughout the event, he's encouraged to take part in the activities.

    You may find him standing, holding a pair of fake wings in hand, deep in thought. What's the existential reach of pinning a pair of angel wings? He doesn't like it. So, instead of playing along, he crumples them up and suggests the demons find a new game to play. They don't take well to that and one thing leads to another, and well, a demon is smote.

    Well, that doesn't do him well and the next thing he knows he's shoved into a room and told that he'll be joined soon enough. What's seven minutes in heaven? Fun that torturing an angel is less about physical torture and more about uncomfortable situations apparently. But, he waits. It's a fine punishment for smiting a demon. Being that reckless, it usually comes with more consequences.

    The games continue as he's forcefully dragged and sat down in a circle. "Spin," the demon says. The bottle, he asks? He looks around the circle at people he may or may not recognize and spins it.

    When the demons feel he's had enough of the uncomfortable punishments, he ends up back at the hotel bar, still in full cowboy costume. Whether he's got a dart in hand, contemplating a pool cue, he's up for a game.

    He thought maybe he could play poker and get some sort of currency to start with. He remembers how prisons work.
    ) I need to remove my what?

    ( His vest goes first. )


    ( let me know if you want anything specific or feel free to wildcard anything with Sheriff Castiel. if you have any questions or ideas, PM me or PP me at [plurk.com profile] pepperwood. Cas will be not playing pin the wings on the angel, but he will be available for seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, and strip poker. )
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    Annie January | The Boys

    [personal profile] glo 2020-10-24 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    💥 [ Free the Angel ] 💥
    Annie’s nothing short of frozen in place as she takes in the scene in front of her. This is Hell, of course, so naturally she should expect some horrible things. But the Halloween party had lulled her into a false sense of security. And now, it seems, she’s going to pay for that.

    She’s watching the other sinner, suspended above her, carefully, trying to work out how to free them.

    “Just hold on. I’m going to get you out of that thing.” She doesn’t have a clue how to accomplish that. Yet. But she’s convinced that it’s possible. Anything’s possible, she just has to figure it out.


    💥 [Stand Your Ground ] 💥
    Annie’s not entirely put off by Pumpkin-Spice—Halloween-Everything. Because it is one of her favorite flavors under normal circumstances. She hasn’t been called Basic Bitch Barbie before for no reason, after all. And it’s with a cup of warm apple cider and a pumpkin donut that she’s wandering through the the hotel and area around it, looking at all the decorations (while trying to get a decent feel of the place). She’s wearing regular street clothes instead of one of her Starlight outfits and watching out for anyone who might be in trouble.

    It seems that old habits die hard and, even though she’s highly distressed to find herself in hell (in her mind, who wouldn’t find it distressing?), she can’t stand down from the heroic part of her that’s on 24/7. She’s expecting it to be more of a festival of horrors instead of a cheerful, sweet celebration.

    So far, though, that expectation hasn’t come to any sort of fruition and it has her letting her guard down just a touch.

    Annie still has more questions than answers, and it’s those questions she’s pondering, as she’s juggling licking icing sugar off her fingers and taking a sip of her cider when she barrels right into someone in front of her. “Oh... shit, I’m so sorry!” Her cup’s gone flying and she knows that with her increased strength the person she’s run into might feel a little like they’ve run into a brick wall. More importantly, she not usually this careless.


    💥 [ Club Penance ] 💥
    Annie had ended up in the sex club by accident and had only had a few sips of something fruity and sweet before she started to realize that every dark corner was inhabited by writing bodies and that there are demons attempting to remove and replace people’s clothing. And she’d known at that moment it was time to leave.

    But now that she’s making her way out of the club, trying to retrace her steps so she can get back to her room, she’s not feeling so hot. In fact, she’s starting to feel a little woozy and nauseous and can’t help but wonder if someone slipped something into her drink.

    She slumps against the wall, taking slow breaths meant to be steadying. And, when she hears someone approach, the words slip out before she can stop herself. “Not interested.”


    💥 [ Wildcard ] 💥
    [ I can be reached at [plurk.com profile] harlequeen if you'd like to plot something else. Or feel free to write a wildcard prompt if nothing I have below works! ]
    Edited 2020-10-24 19:12 (UTC)
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    Harley Quinn | DC

    [personal profile] sequinns 2020-10-24 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Jesus Wept ]
    There aren’t a lot of things that horrify Harley anymore. Least of all a setup where she’s required to punish another person for their sins. And having murder added to her list? Well, it’s already on there, and not just from her time alive.

    She really shouldn’t be rolling her eyes as she inspects the spread of torture devices, but she can’t help herself. Ok, cool, she’ll torture the shit out of someone and then they’ll all go home. Maybe next time she’ll even get to be the torturee.

    After a long inventory of what she has to work with, she glances back up at the sinner in question, teeth in her wide smile gleaming white. “Tsk, tsk, let’s see what you’ve done to deserve this, huh?” Not that she’s judging.


    [ Misc. -- Beyond the Gates ]
    Leave it to Harley to go searching for pets in the wilds of Hell.

    She's made an actual deal with the devil in the hopes of bringing Bruce here eventually. But that doesn't mean she's not going to see what (or who) she can find on her own. Which is why Harley's gone beyond the gates today.

    Now, she's kneeling next to what looks somewhat like a tiny, baby hyena, apparently having won it over with some version of generic Honey Nut Cheerios, feeding it one 'o' at a time from her hand. "Aren't you the sweetest baby, yes you are. You're a cutey pie." She's speaking in a ridiculously obnoxious high-pitched and sappy tone of voice, but it seems to be doing the trick because the animal is wagging its tail and munching happily on cereal.

    A second one comes tumbling out of a pile of jagged rocks a moment later, headbutting the first out of the way for its own chance at a snack.

    Harley simply looks delighted, eventually rewarding them both with their own pile of Cheerios, before the two animals swivel their heads in the same direction at the same time, the furry mohawks spanning their heads and backs down to their tails sparking to life and turning into flames. They're both growling and yipping at something behind Harley, and she straightens and rises, turning in the same direction. "If someone's out there, you might as well say hello. Otherwise, I'll sic my two buddies on you."

    She would never. Too much of a risk of such precious balls of fluff getting hurt by whoever's skulking around.


    [ Misc. - Dance Club ]
    Harley's been dancing for literal hours and it shows. Sweat's beaded up on her forehead and dripped down her cheeks, leaving dark trails of makeup on her skin and running over the thin scar on her jawline. She's tried to wipe it away in places, leaving smears of eyeliner behind. But with the way her red, sparkly minidress is clinging to the dampness on her body, it's clear she's spent most of her time focused on moving. On waving her arms and gyrating her hips.

    She's been going practically nonstop since starting to feel better after the events of the previous month: painting and cleaning the bowling alley, working on introducing herself to new people and handing out business cards, and spending as much time as humanly possible doing things that she enjoys.

    Like dancing.

    Even during her Harleen days, she had never been shy -- disillusioned and delusional, but not shy. And Hell hasn't changed that. Aside from her own frenzied shimmying, Harley's also spent the time in the club dragging anyone who looks unsure onto the dance floor and pairing people up to get them to bump and grind together. And she's definitely had more than a few free drinks pressed into her slick palm, all of which she's downed with gusto. She's obviously in her element, with her pulse pounding in her throat and the music thumping in her chest.

    When a spray of rainbow-colored foam is released over the crowd, Harley shrieks in delight, raising her face to the cool bubbles and turning in a circle with her arms raised over her head.

    It makes the floor slippery, of course, but that doesn't seem to bother Harley when she starts moving across the floor in her 4-inch heels, grabbing someone on the fringe of the crowd. She can't tell if she knows them or not, not with the dark room being split with occasional flashes of strobe lights, but that doesn't seem to matter to her. And the crazed glint in her eyes seems to indicate that she’s drunk and possibly high on something. "Come dance!"


    [ Wildcard ]
    [ I can be reached at [plurk.com profile] harlequeen if you'd like to plot something else. Or feel free to write a wildcard prompt if nothing I have below works! ]
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    squalo // khr! // ota

    [personal profile] sharktrash 2020-10-24 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    -- stand your ground.

    [ To anyone who's seen him around in winter before, it's no surprise that Squalo is not well equipped for the cold. He'll be staying indoors, wearing multiple layers and try to dwell closer to heaters or fireplaces whenever he's not in his suite. ]

    [ There's something new, though. He's frequently spacing out whenever he looks outside, with a concerned frown on his face. It seems there there's more reasons why the cold is troubling him, though if asked he'll brush it off with something inane. ]

    [ You may find him trying to stuff some food and/or bottles into his oversized wintercoat, quite possibly also pointing at the one you've just picked up. ]


    Hey, you going to drink that?

    [ Or maybe, you just happen to pass by in the hallway while he admires the turnip decorations with a steaming mug of pumpkin spice latte warming his hand. ]

    God that thing is ugly.


    -- reach up high: jesus wept.

    [ Squalo isn't new to torturing even outside of Hell. Things happen when you kill people for a living. He's been on the other end of it too, his own familia trying to get the details of their coup d'etat out of him. But this place just -- breathes, and stinks of a whole other level of commitment. Right out of the middle ages. He can practically sense the pain written into those walls, but rather than frightening him, it seems to excite him. ]

    [ This time, it seems Hell decided to let him be the torturer. He examines the tools with a professional curiosity, picking a few less familiar ones up to turn it around in his hand. Then he glances at the presented list and finally at the person hooked up (heh) in the middle of the room. ]


    I'm willing to hear your preference, if it's reasonable.

    [ Some people preferred to keep their face intact, for example. They'd often let their victims choose the manner of their death in the Varia, although of course he was going to simply ignore it if he found it boring or otherwise distasteful. ]


    -- reach up high: free the angel.
    (( warning: aside from some select cr, squalo will let your character be torn open rather than stick either of his hands in acid. still, he may consider it if offered a sufficiently generous deal. ))


    [ Aw, fuck. Not again, is the first thought that comes to his mind when he recognizes the room, and the torture device that his new companion has been has been wrestled into. ]

    [ He doesn't bother looking around for hidden levers or tools this time. There's no loopholes in this particular trap, just the good old self-sacrifice. ]

    [ He leans over a bit to peer into the bowl. The acid's still as foul and yucky-green as last time. He fixes the other person with a stare that couldn't be clearer even if he had NOPE written across his face. ]



    -- follow me down: dig your fingers into flesh.

    [ Squalo still bartends in the sex club, although he's skipped quite a few shifts lately. That might be why Margo the manager demon, usually accepting of his tendency to overdress, has wrestled him into more appropriate attire. It's still not far from his usual style, though; leather pants with some stylish tears, boots, studded gloves and a spiky collar. That's all, though, so the guests will have a view of all those scars, burns and murders carved in during Hell torture on his upper torso. He doesn't seem troubled, though, holding himself with the usual pride and slipping a new glass toward the customer who'd just sit down. ]

    And what is our poison tonight?

    [ He has no intention to do anything more than some work-guaranteed flirting, but he can still supply drinks, drugs and gossip as requested. ]


    -- follow me down: frenzy.

    [ Sometime much later, Squalo can be found slumped over the bar. Occasionally, there's a hellish noise being emmitted from somewhere that seems to even drown out the noise of the club for a moment. Upon further inspection, it turns out that there's no errupting volcano, just a snoring bartender that fell asleep on the job. ]

    [ He's a light sleeper, though, so any sort of touch or close presence should wake him up... maybe do him the favor before he gets management on his ass, again. Or popcorn that shit, it's really up to you. ]

    [ Ironically, it turns out that what a hedonistic murderer has denied himself the most is, in fact, a good rest. ]



    -- wildcard.

    [ want to do something else? hit me up here, on [plurk.com profile] jigglyballs, on dem#5598 or PM! ]


    -- miscellaneous.
    (( CLOSED to Yamamoto & Hector! ))

    [ The weather's getting colder, and it'll probably be too cold to get much done outside, at least for Squalo. It's all the more reason to get in one more fishing trip this year, as the last one went.... considerably well (aside from any potential demonic or sinner victims of the taste-testing, who had been deemed less important or valuable than Xanxus' herd of cats), and now they had Experience with the whole thing. Plus, Squalo remembers his promise. ]

    [ So, after picking up the gear he decides will be needed, he comes by Yamamoto's place to grab him by the scruff (figuratively, he'll let the boy dress properly first since he's not a savage) and then head out toward the suburbs. ]


    Someone else's coming with this time. You don't mind, do you?

    [ And he knocks on Hector's door. ]
    Edited 2020-10-24 21:39 (UTC)
    catlady: (😼 i think i feel another wave)

    selina kyle, dc comics

    [personal profile] catlady 2020-10-25 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
    m o n s t e r   m a s h :
    [ like, honestly? halloween isn't even that fun when you're rounding out into your thirties and your whole thing is being a latex gimp furry cat-themed cat burglar. back home she'll avoid it, most years, if she can -- spend the evening in with her cats and a big ol' bag of halloween candy she'll regret later on. this is the exact kind of thing that gives some real genius this great, big, spooky idea that ends in a lot of death and destruction for pumpkins and civilians alike or, at the very least, lures gentleman ghost out of hiding and she really hates that dude. (seriously, a fuckin' ghost thief? encrouching on her territory? go fuck yourself.)

    but this isn't back home while she's been here all of (almost) two months, she knows they love an excuse to party in this place. maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea if she got out and tried to be a bit more social.

    keyword here being Try with a capital T.

    mostly you'll find selina lingering just about anywhere alcohol is being served and there's food nearby, idly nursing a drink, just kind of watching and judging everyone else. she looks fabulous, by the way, but this barely counts as a costume. idk maybe try your luck and chat her up, she won't bite. probably. (but maybe if you ask nicely...) ]


    Hmm...


    w i l d c a r d :
    [ lol, if that isn't inspiring or you're just wanting something a bit more specific, pls feel free to toss it my way! i'm [plurk.com profile] felinefatale for plotting and/or friendship!! ]
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    jon snow | game of thrones | ota

    [personal profile] nighted 2020-10-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
    Stand your Ground

    Jon is grateful his furs are still appropriate to wear with the coldness. He likes the cold, and he will hate the heat when it comes. Of course, under the furs, he now wears more modern clothing (thanks to his roommates) even if Longclaw is always at his side.

    In his time in Hell, Jon has eaten very basic food like what he'd get while brother of the Night's Watch. Castle Black was not known for its food, but it was familiar to Jon so he stuck to it. Now there's a feast. Most of the dishes, he doesn't recognize, but the smells are delicious. There are many ways he's learned not to trust Hell, but food isn't one of them even as he picks up various items, looking confused as to what they are: pancakes, donuts, muffins-

    Jon takes a bite, shaking his head as he mutters: "What is it?" or "How's it so good?"

    Are these the foods of Hell? Meant to tempt them further? Perhaps he shouldn't have had a bite at all, but now that he's had a taste, he can't stop.

    Monster Mash

    Jon has little choice in joining the party when he walks past the lobby full of costumes. He's overwhelmed by demons, and though he fights it, he knows better than to use a sword against them, than to truly fight. The outfit they choose is one familiar to him. It's the same outfit he wore the night the North chose him as their king. A position he's never quite processed.

    It's the addition that's the issue- one notable difference this time: the crown they shove on to his head.

    It doesn't matter how many times he tries to take it off through the party. A demon is always ready, waiting to shove it back where it came from, all with a bow and a "Your grace." All the demons are speaking to him that way tonight with a snicker and a snide "Your Grace" as Jon does his best to swallow down the anger building inside of him, but it clearly flashes across his face. His hand a fist at his side, seeking blood he cannot claim. Not over something as small as a crown which feels wrong on his head.

    Don't mind the grumpy, angry-looking person in the corner with the long sword at his side and the crown on his head. He'll try to hide within shadows or behind someone else and remove the crown, only to be nearly immediately tracked down again. He'll even try to pass it off on someone else, holding it out to them with a "Take it" only for a demon to see, wrestle it from his hand, and slide it on his head again.

    Later into the party, Jon's hair is no longer tied back in its usual bun, but more forced free by repeated removal and replacing of the crown on his head. When he learns of Halloween (the reason behind the party and costumes), he'll understand why he's forced into this one (a holiday where people dress up as someone they're not). And so by the end of the night, he finally lets himself drink, and stew, and accept his fate (and how he must have failed his own people in the end whatever happens in the future)- the crown remaining on his head with no further attempts to remove it.
    Edited 2020-10-25 01:32 (UTC)
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    james t. kirk (mirror) ➢ star trek aos

    [personal profile] invicto 2020-10-25 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
    ((ooc: these are just some general prompts but feel free to write your own adventure, following literally any of the TDM prompts or just a random wildcard. PM me if you want to shoot an idea at me, but I'm up for anything!
    Also, James is coming in with the memories of previous experiences in Penance, so he is a CRAU! He'll likely recognize some of the people around, and be very familiar with the setting and overall themes.))


    I ➢ SPARE A PINT
    [ Figures that, after leaving for fuck knows how long, then being dragged back to this place, this is the first situation he finds himself being shoved into. He's barely explored around the hotel before he's waking up in a bare, dimly lit room, nothing in there except for himself, someone else next to him, and a box. He doesn't need to look inside, doesn't need to touch his own neck to feel that collar, and he doesn't need to hear Lucifer's explanation to know what's expected of him.

    He also knows what will happen if they do nothing. Even as his current company might be shocked and start to panic when they realize what they must do, for his part James looks very much calm in face of their current predicament. ]


    Alright. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we're out of here. How well can you handle pain?

    [ Because he will force his companion to shove their hand into the box if he has to. One way or the other, he is getting out of this room. ]


    II ➢ DIG YOUR FINGERS INTO FLESH
    [ At least one thing has changed for the better. He doesn't remember the club being this developed, with so many sections and vast options, but he certainly appreciates the variety.

    Don't get him wrong, this place is still shit in a myriad of ways, but the awful parts he can handle just fine. Kid's play almost, compared to what he's used to. The club is a fun little distraction from that, though, and he actually finds the theme nights very appealing. He's dressed to fit in with the theme just perfectly, more on the side of leather than lace himself; dressed head to toe in black, leather pants and boots, high turtleneck, gloves. He hardly seems to need anything else, considering the way he carries himself through the club, a steady but firm gait as he explores the various spots, but more than getting actively involved, he spends a good portion of his time just watching.

    He takes a seat on many of the plush couches, quietly watching whatever show is happening on the nearest stages, a drink in hand, as though waiting to be approached rather than approaching anyone himself. Eventually he'll go further into the club, finding that more secluded area to be to his liking. He'll look through the sinners practically on display, locked into pillory stocks or tied down to bed frames, gaze flickering between them, the list of sins on the blackboard nearby, and the toys on offer that they're evidently expected to use. If any pique his interest particularly he might stop and throw some casual yet amused remark like; ]
    You've been bad, have you?

    [ Or else he'll pause if he's addressed by the currently tied down sinner, whether it is to just yell at him or, you know, ask for his help. He does so love it when people beg. ]


    III ➢ NETWORK; UN: JTK
    [ The face on the network may be familiar to some, maybe not to others. James doesn't give a fuck that after all these months, there's likely a number of new faces that won't have a clue who he is. For what it's worth, he bears a striking resemblance to a certain Captain that's still around, save for the fact that his hair is shorter, his eyes are just that bit lighter, and his skin a hint paler too. Oh, and of course, the scar going down the left side of his face.

    His smile also looks much sharper and cooler when he flashes his teeth at the camera, leaning in just so. For dramatic effect, you see. ]


    Been a while. Hell hasn't changed much since I've been gone, has it?

    [ Said like he appreciates that. ]

    Miss me?
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    Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy | Closed threads

    [personal profile] bestfuneralever 2020-10-25 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Jesus Wept (closed to [personal profile] callidus)
    {Welcome to the torture chamber

    Klaus isn't usually all that much of a curious cat when new things make themselves known to suddenly start existing around Hell. In general, it's not likely to end with good consequence. That doesn't mean that he won't accidentally stroll in the hallway where the new room has appeared. Door open, with little else besides shadows to offer, but the room is... practically begging to be stepped into, explored. Maybe he could get close enough to shine the flashlight on his device to peer inside, sate the curiosity. ....But the light proves too dim to cast any kind of net within the shadows, though something glints in it, and what look like demon eyes flash somewhere in the back.

    "Don't be stupid, Klaus," he mutters under his breath, laughing softly to himself. He's set to walk briskly by except... he's too close to the entrance, he's practically propelled forward by the door slamming shut on him, and he lets out a surprised shout at the whole thing.

    "My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves...."

    His eyes widen as they adjust to the low-light and he can see an array of torture devices laid neatly out on a tray. He recognizes more of them than he wishes he did-- thanks, Dad. The fog dissipates and reveals the intended receiver.

    "Five?" He practically croaks his brother's name, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Nn-- I--" He didn't want to express actual denial, in case even saying the word 'No' might mean the demon holding his brother in place calls a failed attempt.

    II. Free The Angel (first come, first serve)
    {The theater of pain has just begun

    Klaus doesn't remember how he got here, or know really, where here even is. But he wakes to a sharp pain around his ribs, the device digging deep into his skin, threatening to rip him apart at the first chance. He lets out a pained whine and tries to breathe through it.

    He can do this. He can compartmentalize the feeling of this, he just has to breathe, shift the thoughts in his mind away from the pain being something that's bad. It's not easy, this isn't exactly the kind of device meant for a little fun masochism, but he knows it'll be easier on whoever is down there.

    That doesn't mean he isn't absolutely still the selfish person he's always been, though.

    "You gotta get me outta here, man... I really don't wanna be a living autopsy."
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    Robert Gorham | A Neon Darkness | Closed prompt

    [personal profile] prettypersuasive 2020-10-25 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Spare A Pint (first come, first serve)
    {So give them blood, blood, gallons pints of the stuff

    The room is almost completely empty, besides the table, the box, the pair of bottles under it and the other person in the room. Well, and the clock that's ticking down seconds way faster than seconds feel. Robert stares at the box, and then looks at the other person, wary and concerned about this 'game' they're being forced to play.

    "I really fucking hate this place." he mumbles.



    [Note: Robert has a (mostly subconsciously-acting) persuasion power-- lmk if it's not your jam, it works ~intermittently~ in Hell b/c player discretion, etc]
    Edited 2020-10-25 04:58 (UTC)
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    Vanya Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy | OTA

    [personal profile] onlyordinary 2020-10-25 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
    Jesus Wept 1

    Vanya did not wander in here of her own free will. She was shoved in by a demon, and holy shit hooks in her back hooks in her back this fucking hurts ow ow ow

    Vanya is suspended in the air, pale as she pants in pain, trying not to move too much so she doesn't jerk the hooks around. Her list sits on the table, and she's dealt with this before. She knows this song and dance.

    "Just do whatever they say," Vanya says, her voice high and cracking with pain. Could she break these chains? Probably, but that defeats the purpose, right?

    Jesus Wept 2

    Vanya doesn't like this very much when she's on the other end, either.

    "Okay, I know you're in a lot of pain," she says, a bit shaky as she looks at the table covered with all sorts of instruments of torture. "But they're going to kill you if I don't hurt you. Do you--do you have a preference? Do you want a minute? Should I just get it over with?"

    She is the best torturer, asking her victim for their input. '

    Free the Angel

    Vanya really does not like the theme of this week. After all this shit, she's now in some kind of torture device, hanging from the ceiling again, and her ribs hurt like hell.

    "Son of a--" Vanya does her best to brace herself on the trap, her lips white with strain. "What did we even do this time?"

    She wasn't even part of the rebellion! What the hell, Lucifer?
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    Suzaku Kururugi | Code Geass | OTA

    [personal profile] swordofzero 2020-10-25 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    Arrival: Stand your Ground

    Fire burned around him as he fell, pain enveloping him. He had been expecting the fall, expecting the fire but the words. They were not expected. He did not recognise the words.

    Judgement? Redemption? Was this Schneizel's doing? Another card up his sleeve? Something Lelouch hadn't foreseen?

    The pain is expected, the soft bed is not. He opens his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He is lying on a bed, he is uninjured though his body is stiff, as if he hasn't moved for a while. He isn't tied down. He can move all his limbs but they are heavy, his head hurts, his hand has been cut.

    He forces himself to sit up. He's still in his flight suit but he can see his cloak folded at the edge of the bed. He stands up and forces himself to walk, to pick it up. That is when he spots the list, written in blood.

    It's not long afterwards, when he has gathered the few items, the phone (who captures someone and gives them a phone?) and he is walking down the stairs.

    His eyes linger on the demons, on the other people who are milling around. He is ushered into the dining hall and stands staring, dumbfoundedly, at the breakfast feast. It is cold, he is glad for the heavy cloak and he walks up to the nearest person. His posture is stiff, hiding the exhaustion he is still feeling.

    "Excuse me. Could you tell me what is happening?"

    Reach up High: Jesus Wept

    "Let me go!" Suzaku hadn't been here very long and he had been driven by curiosity to follow the others. It had been a trap and he was angry at himself for falling into it. Now he had chains digging into his flesh, strung up in front of another figure, as a voice, Lucifer, tells them what to do. Suzaku's eyes glint in anger.

    "Don't listen to him. No one should be forced to harm others!"

    The pain is great, the words are clipped. But he knows pain, he knows torture, he stops struggling and looks down at the figure in front of him.

    Follow Me Down: Monster Mash

    Somehow the day after being tortured he was not expecting a party. What was this place? What strange place of pain and... costumes? This looked more like the sort of festival Milley would organise. If darker in theme.

    He is dressed as a cat, he had fought it but then allowed it, in order to be able to chose the costume. This was better than a lot of the costumes had been and it had allowed him to get away from the demons. He stood with his back to the wall, glaring at the part goers.
    Edited 2020-10-25 12:47 (UTC)
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    Diana Prince | DCEU | OTA

    [personal profile] amazonfresh 2020-10-25 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    Stand Your Ground

    The carved turnips are a horrible little mystery to Diana, but they at least seem harmless enough. She leans close to one, her nose wrinkled and jaw shifted forward in an incredulous huff.

    "Are they meant to be so ugly?" she asks no one in particular. Then she turns, finding someone near buy to focus her curiosity on directly. "Is this truly a custom from the world of men?"

    Spare a Pint

    Diana wakes with a start. She's been all but spared these tortures since her arrival and while she never forgot that they were possible, it has been easy to avoid them. Not just that, she has so little experience with them.

    She hasn't done this before.

    By the time her companion wakes—a few seconds later, no more, a minute at most—she is already prowling the room, pulling at the collar. She doesn't like this. How could she? She wants no one hurt, not her partner in this game and not herself. Far better to have someone to fight.

    This kind of choice, this theme of self-sacrifice, makes her edgy. It brings up memories.

    Wildcard

    [You know the drill! Diana is available for more intense torture scenarios with discussion.]
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    Harlan Halliday | OC | OTA

    [personal profile] ghostlocked 2020-10-25 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    reach up high; jesus wept

    [As much as he prefers to work under less gruesome circumstances, Harlan can't deny that this is a welcomed opportunity. He's been getting antsy lately; he's been here going on three months now, and if he were home, he'd be gearing up for another kill. It's uncomfortable, being thrown out of his routine like this. This won't be an answer to that, exactly, but it should certainly take the edge off. He's even got the tidy excuse of having no other choice.

    He takes his time in picking out a weapon. He's after a knife, of course, but he spends a few moments at the table anyway, running his fingertips over the collection of implements. The punishments are meant to be particularly brutal this month, it seems, not to mention all those hooks that have already kicked things off.]


    Do you want me to gag you?

    [The question is genuine. He drags a knife off of the table and turns his attention to the list of sins.]

    I'd rather not, but sometimes it helps.


    monster mash; party

    [Halloween is, like, fine? It's a fun time of year and Harlan very much appreciates all the candy, but he's never been one for parties and dressing up. Still, he ends up at a party in the hotel lobby anyway. He was only down here to make dinner, but some demons bullied him into a half-assed skeleton costume worn under his hoodie jacket. Hell is so much colder than it should be.

    Anyway, now that he's here, he may as well hang out. He's posted up at one of the pumpkin carving tables, equipped with hot chocolate and twizzlers and a small collection of tools that look like they're meant for an eight-year-old. He's been here awhile, if the pumpkin guts crime scene splattered around him is anything to go by. Long enough that he's almost done with his carving.]


    I was gonna enter the contest because one of the prizes is a bunch of candy, but some demon was just giving me shit about how it's not spooky enough.

    [He's very annoyed by this! Which is why he's venting to you, random passerby.]


    monster mash; arcade

    [Later, after he's convinced one of the pumpkin carving contest organizers to give him a prize anyway, he can be found at the arcade, carrying around his space shuttle pumpkin full of candy and still wearing his skeleton "costume". It'd be too much effort to go and change, and besides, the demons would probably just get on his ass about being costumeless again. Plus, it's warm. He's got a million ironclad excuses for leaning into the holiday spirit, see.]

    Bet you can't beat me in Joust.

    [He says it to the first person he spots with candy of their own, nodding to the arcade cabinet next to him. He is a Joust master (he is not, but he's pretty good), so he's confident he's about to add to his stash.]


    wildcard

    [feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] mippins or in a pm if you'd like to plan something! wildcard prompts are also totally cool with me. harlan can be found pretty much anywhere in penance except for the club, sporting his unintentional donnie darko costume and probably trying to hustle people out of their candy. i'm down to have him involved in more of the reach up high action too, so hmu if you're interested!]
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    Natasha Romanoff | MCU | Closed & OTA

    [personal profile] deaddrop 2020-10-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    Free the Angel - Closed to Close CR (CW: blood, torture, etc)

    Natasha hangs suspended, arms above her head to make room for the apparatus that scaffolds her ribs. Blood drips from the brackets where it's bolted to her body. Clearly it's not an especially comfortable contraption—and getting her in it's left her pale and dirty.

    None of this seems especially sterile. But then she doubts anyone's worried about tetnus.

    She hates it. She hates being trussed up like a damsel in distress. And facing down that vat of acid, she hates the idea that someone might hurt themselves for her and she won't be able to do anything to stop them.

    Monster Mash

    After last year, Natasha should know better. And to some degree she does. She avoids any costumes that seem like they might lead to something... let's go with dangerous, for a flexible definition of danger. No monsters. No villains. No animals.

    For now, she gets away with a simple domino mask to go with a party dress.

    After the punishments, she needs a distraction. It's not exactly company she's after. She'd almost rather not face anyone she knows. But she doesn't want to be alone either.

    Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh

    The same impulse that brought Natasha to the party eventually leads her to the club. It's been months since she ventured here, but there's people here and—conveniently—she figures it's the last place she'll run into the people she doesn't want to see. People who respect her and who she respects.

    When she ends up in black lace and leather it's an annoyance, but it doesn't send her home.

    She avoids the Frenzy. She's not that desperate. She does find her way to the bar and order one drink, then another. Enough to consider moving to the dance floor.

    Wildcard

    [Don't see what you like here, hit me up for something else!]
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    Clint Barton | MCU | OTA

    [personal profile] beenalongday 2020-10-25 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    I. Jesus Wept | CW: blood, torture

    Clint’s coming at this with a spy’s background. He’s been in worse positions before (although not by much), and he knows a thing or two about withstanding torture. But this is different from anything he’s experienced before. Usually the enemies he runs into aren’t as evil as whoever decided this particular method of torturing a person.

    He doesn’t have a lot of time to react before hooks are embedding themselves into his back, extremities, and more or less anywhere that a hook can dig into flesh. That’s bad enough, of course, but then he’s lifted into the air, and that’s when the tearing starts and blood begins dripping down off him onto the floor below.

    “Shit-” He can barely get the word out through gritted teeth, but it comes out sounding clipped, almost bitten off.

    Then the voice starts talking, and Clint wishes he had full use of his hands so he could try plugging his ears. “Shut up already. You talk too much.”

    Whoever’s down below doesn’t deserve to be in this position anymore than he does, but the name of the game is getting the hell out of this as quickly as possible. “I don’t know who’s down there, but don’t worry. I got this.” And then he tries his best to grin like this is just another day at the office. “You just do what you gotta do.”

    And hopefully they’ll get out of this with only one of them hating their life and the day they were born.

    II. Free the Angel | CW: blood, torture, etc

    Well, at least this time, Clint’s not the one strung up in midair, but what’s in front of him isn’t any better: a bowl of acid.

    “Well, shit.” He looks up at the unfortunate person suspended above him. “Sorry about this.”

    His glance drops back down to the acid and back up at them again. “Just saying, I have zero problems getting a little acid action on if it means getting you out.” His compartmentalization skills are above average, anyway. It’s going to hurt like hell, but he thinks he can handle that better than watching someone being ripped apart on his watch, let alone knowing what they’ll have to go through in the process.

    III. Monster Mash

    You know who’s drinking like it’s the end of the world? This guy right here. He’s sporting a lot more bandages this time, and there’s fresh blood visible beneath them, but aside from being a little more prickly than usual, Clint’s doing his best to look unfazed.

    He’s also favoring his left hand, which is also bandaged pretty heavily. But hey, he’s still got one good working hand, and that’s all he needs to drink away his sorrows. When he’s not drinking, he might be sitting back playing a little one man I Spy, because there’s a lot of people sporting costumes milling around, and it makes the business of people watching slightly more entertaining.

    IV. Wildcard

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