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TEST DRIVE MEME #25
Arrival
"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.
It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness consumes you for a second.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody with a contract clutched in their uninjured hand that they don't remember signing.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples.
If they look at the list in their hand, they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment that details every sin they've committed.
As they move along the queue, they'll find a demon waiting to pass them a communication device that looks almost like a very old Blackberry type phone.
"Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line. This trip is gonna take longer, but at least you get a vacation..."
Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall until they come to a set of stairs. They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a door that's alight with white energy. Stepping through, they find themselves on an island.
There's a demon with striking animal features waiting at the start of a long path where an old castle can be seen looming over a quaint, old village. There's music on the air, celebrations clearly taking place. It's explained that while Lucifer rests and recovers, Mammon will be taking his place. Hell is, for the moment, a pleasurable experience they will heartily insist.
Unfortunately, there is a bit of a trek ahead still. The demon urges them on.
Stand Your Ground With the carnival leaving, vanishing seemingly overnight, and sinners finding their animal features fading into bad dreams, Lucifer is preparing two ships for the voyage home in a couple of weeks. He seems rather anxious to get back to Penance after the carnival's grotesque entertainment at the expense of his sinners, although he seems to strain to maintain good relations with Mammon. The local demons remain accommodating and friendly for the moment as well, seemingly not finding anything at all wrong with their previous behavior.
The tavern is still bustling, the brothels are still enticing, and everything seems largely back to normal. There are back alleys for the additional mischief of drugs, pain, and pleasure as usual. There are busy shops and salons. Things one may not always find back under Lucifer's care, so sinners would be wise to spoil themselves one last time!
Additionally, there's the feeling of magic in the air that wasn't there before. It's not ominous, it's not terrifying. It's a tingle against the skin or a feeling of exhilaration when one is out and exposed to it. Curiously, things begin to happen. Those artistically inclined will find their sketches coming to life over night and causing mischief. Sinners who have no interest in art will still find sketches drawn on windows and the sides of buildings all throughout the tiny village. They may even witness these things coming to life if they're out late enough!
Animals may also develop an ability to speak over the next few days, whether it's demanding to be fed or revealing some embarrassing thing they've seen their master (or their master's friends) do in private. Though their population has been depleted thanks to sinner antics, these particular hybrids eagerly scurry up to guests to deliver acorns. If opened, the acorn will share a message. They seem intent to make a little bit of mischief for their trouble and may reveal feelings others have for you, something bad from home, or an ominous message to be wary, it will vary. It may also carry a much more important message such as The Veiled Order awaits your return or Barbas isn't done yet, Mammon's greed will be the end of him is also a rather popular one. Shouldn't have trusted the apples, but that's just silly, isn't it? They were perfectly fine apples!
The fun seems almost at an end as days go on though. There are whispers in the air that Lucifer is planning a bit of a detour for some sinners to explore cult activity. But those are just rumors for now! Nothing more than whispers in the wind.
A few days into the last two weeks of the trip, the weather seems to take a bit of a turn. There's an almost unseasonable chill in the air, with a steady rain that follows. It's a mix of water and blood, which makes it a bit of a chore to adventure too much in it. Raincoats and umbrellas are available for all guests in the castle. The local demons seem to not mind much at all, dancing in the puddles of rain or playing freely in the streets. They seem to be rather satisfied with weather they don't see much of.
While the carnival is out of town, there are still some goods that remain in the form of plush toys of Lucifer, Lilith, Mammon, and even a couple of Barbas. Strangely enough, there may also be one or two available of sinners, seemingly at random. There are also hell fish one can buy for pets if the dragons don't tickle your fancy!
A Curse Befalls the Wicked What would such a fantastical setting be without a visiting old witch? One evening, in steps an old crone to the village. Where did she come from? No one knows. How did she get in? Uncertain. The local demons seem to be rather standoffish with the way she goes from shop to shop, asking for food or drink or item that they refuse to give. She's an outsider that was not invited by their ruler, she's not deserving of their hospitality. She unsettles the animals in the pet shops and those loose in the village, she spreads unrest wherever her path leads. Looking at her too long sends a disturbing shiver down one's spine.
Still, despite the lukewarm welcome, she eventually approaches sinners to plea for help or to chat or even simply to ask the time of day. While her presence is unnerving, it's recommended to take caution. Sinners, be wary! Slight this witch in any way and you will receive her wrath -- and her curses! She spits her magic in a vile and ancient tongue, turning from old lady to something downright disturbingly demonic.
What the curse does will depend heavily on how the sinner managed to anger the witch:
For rudeness or dismissiveness shown towards the witch, some may find themselves drawn into a tale as old as time. Cursed with the supposed wickedness of their soul on display for all to see and a tiny rose. As if that wasn't bad enough, they will have to convinced another that they are not as terrible as their appearance indicates. Desperation may lead to the desire to kidnap another or threaten, for as the petals drop from the rose, the witch threatens that their physical attributes will remain. How their beastly appearance manifests is left up to player discretion.
If another sinner can find love or understanding for their captor, then the spell will be broken.
For aggression or violence, sinners will find themselves reduced to a frog or other unsavory tiny animal, with little other choice but to try to find someone who is willing to give them a little kiss to restore them back to their mortal form. Failing to do so will mean they will be stuck in this form until the witch decides to have mercy, or Lucifer finds a way to undo the spell.
However, for kindness or sympathy, sinners will be rewarded. They will receive a golden medallion with a ruby stone in the center. The witch will promise that all who receive one will be protected against zealots or those who would do them harm since the stone will light up whenever the Veiled Order is near.
Eventually, by the end of the second week, there will begin a hunt for this naughty witch who has been keeping herself hidden. And similar to a tale we are all familiar with, she will be put to death by means of being cooked alive in a fire pit in the center of the village. Grotesque and violent perhaps, but the demons seem to rather rejoice at the display, glad that this will also break all the curses plaguing the village.
Reach Up High WARNINGS: foot torture, severing of limbs, loss of control.
There is always an opportunity to learn and better one's self in every venture you undertake and now is no different, sinners! While treatment of the old witch may factor in for one's journey on redemption, there will be a chance to remove one sin from one's contract!
"Unfortunately, all good things must end, darling," Lucifer's voice rings out in the ears of all present sinners, familiar to some and new to others. He's nowhere to be found, but the tone of his voice is reassuring.
"And I am to aid you on your path to redemption still. The dreadful old witch has seen fit to curse some of you, I realize. the shoes upon your feet will soon fill you with the insatiable need to dance... and certainly, this seems almost deceptively silly, but the urge will not leave until you have confessed a sin you are most ashamed of. Loud and proud for all to hear. If you resist, darling, you will dance to your death. It will be an ugly, dreadful affair, I assure you."
It starts like an itch at first, to move your feet, to move your arms. It's easy to ignore in the beginning, the restlessness itching just beneath one's skin. It threatens to grow and consume though the longer it goes on though.
"Of course, should those around you feel like taking pity upon you, then they may aid you. Should they find a way to cut the shoes from your feet as they begin to meld with your flesh, or severe them entirely, the urge will leave you. Don't worry, my dear friend Mammon has healers on staff to help your injuries. And I do remind you, pain can be a centering force. It can also show you who you truly are inside. Please embrace it and do not fear it."
The longer sinners resist, the more they'll feel this urge to just move, dance. Even when their feet begin to bleed and their bodies begin to wear out, they will not be able to stop.
"And do not worry about being the one to inflict pain, my dear guests. It is for a good purpose... sometimes we have to hurt those we love to help them in the end."
If the shoes are removed, either by cutting them from the flesh or removing feet entirely, both sinners will earn a sin removed. If the sinner afflicted announced one of their worst sins, they will find it removed from their list. If they dance until they die, well... they died for stubbornness and will find the sin remains.
You Mustn't Be Late for the Ball And what would Hell be without a farewell celebration? While Lucifer seems to be very uncomfortable after his last experience at a party, where guests attempted to drink his blood, he is polite enough to make an appearance in the grand ballroom in Mammon's castle. Dressed to absolute perfection for the event, Lucifer will urge his sinners to come to the celebration as well. Mustn't be rude to their savior after all. He may shy away from center stage or try to slip out, but sinners shouldn't let that discourage them from enjoying the grand affair! Happening towards the end of this little journey to foreign lands, the ballroom will be lit up brightly and music that encourages dancing and a good mood will fill the air. Food galore is available, as well as free flowing drinks, drugs, and anything else one could want!
There is one little tiny catch though! All who attend must put on the formal wear left for them in their hotels. The style of the clothes made available will veer towards old fashioned. Lovely suits for men, extravagant ball gowns for women. Should anyone show up not dressed in everything given, even including corsets and other uncomfortable items, they will find themselves unfortunately naked. Will they endure the shame or will they cave and put on proper attire? Mammon has tried to be accommodating, but truly, he only asks this one thing...
Should anyone try to remove articles or not follow any sort of etiquette proper of their setting during the ball, they will find their corsets tightening, their shoes undeniably uncomfortable, their waistcoast growing more restrictive... Eventually, it will become very apparent that it would be wise to respect the lord of this land's wishes!
Other than that one minor detail though, tonight is a night of celebration. There seems to be something in the air that fuels a good mood and merrymaking during the ball, despite any nagging discomfort. The ball will extend on through the early morning hours, and include an unusual party game. It seems that Mammon is a romantic at heart. There will be names drawn from a hat at some point during the event and surprise, it's for a marriage ceremony! What's a bit of arranged marriage between friends? It's merely a fun part of the evening... although still a binding contract like those made during the casino. While not every name will be called during the ball, it seems as if Mammon has tried to play matchmaker with enough sinners to start some rather lovely marriages. There will be an officiant available to carry out the ceremony and refusal isn't accepted... and possibly even punished. If not punished, sinners will find themselves dosed with something that will make them eager for their upcoming vows.
None of this could possibly because adultery or not honoring vows is a sin. It's just for amusement, that's all. Don't worry so much, sinners! Guests are free to return to their rooms at any point. Ah, well, just go to sleep and wish for better in the morning? Hopefully no ribs or toes were broken by tightening, unforgiving corsets or shoes intended to punish either.
[Note: While these marriages are arranged ICly, players are encouraged to talk and decide their partners for themselves and may marry multiple people through the course of the evening. Polyamorous relationships are hardly an issue in Hell!]
Follow Me Down WARNINGS: sexual themes, somnophilia, dub/non-con potentials, potential vore, animal-like traits, mating.
Those inflicted with the Sleeping Beauty curse will unfortunately find themselves in a deep slumber throughout Mammon's lands, dropping wherever they were. Ever eager to do their part to help sinners along, the succubi of these lands take their sleeping forms and dress them in extravagant fashions and lingerie. They also lay them in beds full of flowers in inviting, provocative poses. If sinners near these sleeping forms, they will be taken with a sweet scent given by the flowers that will incite a need. The aphrodisiacs will be potent, all consuming.
After all, what will awaken these sleeping beauties isn't simply true love's kiss, but the most satisfying orgasm. This may mean people will have to take multiple turns to rouse the sleeping person. Of course, there will be toys, aids, and various kinds of lube available to aid in whatever sinners need to accomplish their task.
For those who aren't quite interested in rousing the beauties, there are other antics to be had! People may find themselves cursed with wolf-like tendencies that may make them want to devour the innocent or defenseless in every sense of the word. It may also make certain anatomical changes ranging from fur to tails to the ability to knot while mating. Sharper teeth, better to eat one with, may also be included in the curse.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the July 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness consumes you for a second.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody with a contract clutched in their uninjured hand that they don't remember signing.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples.
If they look at the list in their hand, they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment that details every sin they've committed.
As they move along the queue, they'll find a demon waiting to pass them a communication device that looks almost like a very old Blackberry type phone.
"Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line. This trip is gonna take longer, but at least you get a vacation..."
Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall until they come to a set of stairs. They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a door that's alight with white energy. Stepping through, they find themselves on an island.
There's a demon with striking animal features waiting at the start of a long path where an old castle can be seen looming over a quaint, old village. There's music on the air, celebrations clearly taking place. It's explained that while Lucifer rests and recovers, Mammon will be taking his place. Hell is, for the moment, a pleasurable experience they will heartily insist.
Unfortunately, there is a bit of a trek ahead still. The demon urges them on.
Stand Your Ground With the carnival leaving, vanishing seemingly overnight, and sinners finding their animal features fading into bad dreams, Lucifer is preparing two ships for the voyage home in a couple of weeks. He seems rather anxious to get back to Penance after the carnival's grotesque entertainment at the expense of his sinners, although he seems to strain to maintain good relations with Mammon. The local demons remain accommodating and friendly for the moment as well, seemingly not finding anything at all wrong with their previous behavior.
The tavern is still bustling, the brothels are still enticing, and everything seems largely back to normal. There are back alleys for the additional mischief of drugs, pain, and pleasure as usual. There are busy shops and salons. Things one may not always find back under Lucifer's care, so sinners would be wise to spoil themselves one last time!
Additionally, there's the feeling of magic in the air that wasn't there before. It's not ominous, it's not terrifying. It's a tingle against the skin or a feeling of exhilaration when one is out and exposed to it. Curiously, things begin to happen. Those artistically inclined will find their sketches coming to life over night and causing mischief. Sinners who have no interest in art will still find sketches drawn on windows and the sides of buildings all throughout the tiny village. They may even witness these things coming to life if they're out late enough!
Animals may also develop an ability to speak over the next few days, whether it's demanding to be fed or revealing some embarrassing thing they've seen their master (or their master's friends) do in private. Though their population has been depleted thanks to sinner antics, these particular hybrids eagerly scurry up to guests to deliver acorns. If opened, the acorn will share a message. They seem intent to make a little bit of mischief for their trouble and may reveal feelings others have for you, something bad from home, or an ominous message to be wary, it will vary. It may also carry a much more important message such as The Veiled Order awaits your return or Barbas isn't done yet, Mammon's greed will be the end of him is also a rather popular one. Shouldn't have trusted the apples, but that's just silly, isn't it? They were perfectly fine apples!
The fun seems almost at an end as days go on though. There are whispers in the air that Lucifer is planning a bit of a detour for some sinners to explore cult activity. But those are just rumors for now! Nothing more than whispers in the wind.
A few days into the last two weeks of the trip, the weather seems to take a bit of a turn. There's an almost unseasonable chill in the air, with a steady rain that follows. It's a mix of water and blood, which makes it a bit of a chore to adventure too much in it. Raincoats and umbrellas are available for all guests in the castle. The local demons seem to not mind much at all, dancing in the puddles of rain or playing freely in the streets. They seem to be rather satisfied with weather they don't see much of.
While the carnival is out of town, there are still some goods that remain in the form of plush toys of Lucifer, Lilith, Mammon, and even a couple of Barbas. Strangely enough, there may also be one or two available of sinners, seemingly at random. There are also hell fish one can buy for pets if the dragons don't tickle your fancy!
A Curse Befalls the Wicked What would such a fantastical setting be without a visiting old witch? One evening, in steps an old crone to the village. Where did she come from? No one knows. How did she get in? Uncertain. The local demons seem to be rather standoffish with the way she goes from shop to shop, asking for food or drink or item that they refuse to give. She's an outsider that was not invited by their ruler, she's not deserving of their hospitality. She unsettles the animals in the pet shops and those loose in the village, she spreads unrest wherever her path leads. Looking at her too long sends a disturbing shiver down one's spine.
Still, despite the lukewarm welcome, she eventually approaches sinners to plea for help or to chat or even simply to ask the time of day. While her presence is unnerving, it's recommended to take caution. Sinners, be wary! Slight this witch in any way and you will receive her wrath -- and her curses! She spits her magic in a vile and ancient tongue, turning from old lady to something downright disturbingly demonic.
What the curse does will depend heavily on how the sinner managed to anger the witch:
For rudeness or dismissiveness shown towards the witch, some may find themselves drawn into a tale as old as time. Cursed with the supposed wickedness of their soul on display for all to see and a tiny rose. As if that wasn't bad enough, they will have to convinced another that they are not as terrible as their appearance indicates. Desperation may lead to the desire to kidnap another or threaten, for as the petals drop from the rose, the witch threatens that their physical attributes will remain. How their beastly appearance manifests is left up to player discretion.
If another sinner can find love or understanding for their captor, then the spell will be broken.
For aggression or violence, sinners will find themselves reduced to a frog or other unsavory tiny animal, with little other choice but to try to find someone who is willing to give them a little kiss to restore them back to their mortal form. Failing to do so will mean they will be stuck in this form until the witch decides to have mercy, or Lucifer finds a way to undo the spell.
However, for kindness or sympathy, sinners will be rewarded. They will receive a golden medallion with a ruby stone in the center. The witch will promise that all who receive one will be protected against zealots or those who would do them harm since the stone will light up whenever the Veiled Order is near.
Eventually, by the end of the second week, there will begin a hunt for this naughty witch who has been keeping herself hidden. And similar to a tale we are all familiar with, she will be put to death by means of being cooked alive in a fire pit in the center of the village. Grotesque and violent perhaps, but the demons seem to rather rejoice at the display, glad that this will also break all the curses plaguing the village.
Reach Up High WARNINGS: foot torture, severing of limbs, loss of control.
There is always an opportunity to learn and better one's self in every venture you undertake and now is no different, sinners! While treatment of the old witch may factor in for one's journey on redemption, there will be a chance to remove one sin from one's contract!
"Unfortunately, all good things must end, darling," Lucifer's voice rings out in the ears of all present sinners, familiar to some and new to others. He's nowhere to be found, but the tone of his voice is reassuring.
"And I am to aid you on your path to redemption still. The dreadful old witch has seen fit to curse some of you, I realize. the shoes upon your feet will soon fill you with the insatiable need to dance... and certainly, this seems almost deceptively silly, but the urge will not leave until you have confessed a sin you are most ashamed of. Loud and proud for all to hear. If you resist, darling, you will dance to your death. It will be an ugly, dreadful affair, I assure you."
It starts like an itch at first, to move your feet, to move your arms. It's easy to ignore in the beginning, the restlessness itching just beneath one's skin. It threatens to grow and consume though the longer it goes on though.
"Of course, should those around you feel like taking pity upon you, then they may aid you. Should they find a way to cut the shoes from your feet as they begin to meld with your flesh, or severe them entirely, the urge will leave you. Don't worry, my dear friend Mammon has healers on staff to help your injuries. And I do remind you, pain can be a centering force. It can also show you who you truly are inside. Please embrace it and do not fear it."
The longer sinners resist, the more they'll feel this urge to just move, dance. Even when their feet begin to bleed and their bodies begin to wear out, they will not be able to stop.
"And do not worry about being the one to inflict pain, my dear guests. It is for a good purpose... sometimes we have to hurt those we love to help them in the end."
If the shoes are removed, either by cutting them from the flesh or removing feet entirely, both sinners will earn a sin removed. If the sinner afflicted announced one of their worst sins, they will find it removed from their list. If they dance until they die, well... they died for stubbornness and will find the sin remains.
You Mustn't Be Late for the Ball And what would Hell be without a farewell celebration? While Lucifer seems to be very uncomfortable after his last experience at a party, where guests attempted to drink his blood, he is polite enough to make an appearance in the grand ballroom in Mammon's castle. Dressed to absolute perfection for the event, Lucifer will urge his sinners to come to the celebration as well. Mustn't be rude to their savior after all. He may shy away from center stage or try to slip out, but sinners shouldn't let that discourage them from enjoying the grand affair! Happening towards the end of this little journey to foreign lands, the ballroom will be lit up brightly and music that encourages dancing and a good mood will fill the air. Food galore is available, as well as free flowing drinks, drugs, and anything else one could want!
There is one little tiny catch though! All who attend must put on the formal wear left for them in their hotels. The style of the clothes made available will veer towards old fashioned. Lovely suits for men, extravagant ball gowns for women. Should anyone show up not dressed in everything given, even including corsets and other uncomfortable items, they will find themselves unfortunately naked. Will they endure the shame or will they cave and put on proper attire? Mammon has tried to be accommodating, but truly, he only asks this one thing...
Should anyone try to remove articles or not follow any sort of etiquette proper of their setting during the ball, they will find their corsets tightening, their shoes undeniably uncomfortable, their waistcoast growing more restrictive... Eventually, it will become very apparent that it would be wise to respect the lord of this land's wishes!
Other than that one minor detail though, tonight is a night of celebration. There seems to be something in the air that fuels a good mood and merrymaking during the ball, despite any nagging discomfort. The ball will extend on through the early morning hours, and include an unusual party game. It seems that Mammon is a romantic at heart. There will be names drawn from a hat at some point during the event and surprise, it's for a marriage ceremony! What's a bit of arranged marriage between friends? It's merely a fun part of the evening... although still a binding contract like those made during the casino. While not every name will be called during the ball, it seems as if Mammon has tried to play matchmaker with enough sinners to start some rather lovely marriages. There will be an officiant available to carry out the ceremony and refusal isn't accepted... and possibly even punished. If not punished, sinners will find themselves dosed with something that will make them eager for their upcoming vows.
None of this could possibly because adultery or not honoring vows is a sin. It's just for amusement, that's all. Don't worry so much, sinners! Guests are free to return to their rooms at any point. Ah, well, just go to sleep and wish for better in the morning? Hopefully no ribs or toes were broken by tightening, unforgiving corsets or shoes intended to punish either.
[Note: While these marriages are arranged ICly, players are encouraged to talk and decide their partners for themselves and may marry multiple people through the course of the evening. Polyamorous relationships are hardly an issue in Hell!]
Follow Me Down WARNINGS: sexual themes, somnophilia, dub/non-con potentials, potential vore, animal-like traits, mating.
Those inflicted with the Sleeping Beauty curse will unfortunately find themselves in a deep slumber throughout Mammon's lands, dropping wherever they were. Ever eager to do their part to help sinners along, the succubi of these lands take their sleeping forms and dress them in extravagant fashions and lingerie. They also lay them in beds full of flowers in inviting, provocative poses. If sinners near these sleeping forms, they will be taken with a sweet scent given by the flowers that will incite a need. The aphrodisiacs will be potent, all consuming.
After all, what will awaken these sleeping beauties isn't simply true love's kiss, but the most satisfying orgasm. This may mean people will have to take multiple turns to rouse the sleeping person. Of course, there will be toys, aids, and various kinds of lube available to aid in whatever sinners need to accomplish their task.
For those who aren't quite interested in rousing the beauties, there are other antics to be had! People may find themselves cursed with wolf-like tendencies that may make them want to devour the innocent or defenseless in every sense of the word. It may also make certain anatomical changes ranging from fur to tails to the ability to knot while mating. Sharper teeth, better to eat one with, may also be included in the curse.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the July 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
Rules | Taken | Reserves | Applications
Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
C!
[ Ann, being her usual wallflower self, has been pretty quiet all evening, generally only speaking when spoken to for the most part, and this is no exception to that rule. She blinks up at him, feeling her left eye give just the slightest of twitches. The dress ] she's been stuffed into is bad enough, but naked? ]
Wait, naked?! Good to know, I'm definitely outta here before that happens. I'm more or less concerned we've all been gathered here just to, y'know. Get slaughtered or something.
[ She crosses her arms, leaning back against the nearest wall the best she can. ]
...Do you really trust drinking that?
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Always a possibility. But from what I've seen, hell's less about bloodshed and more into weirder torture shit. Like orgies and turning people into fucking furries. Or...
[ He frowns. ]
Finding ways to get people to talk about their sins, whether forcing the truth from them with magic or putting them on a torture gameshow where it's either talk about sins or feel the worst pain. That was the first thing I saw when I got here.
[ A glance toward his drink at that question about whether he trusts it. Tech shrugs, amused -- an expression that's basically says YOLO. ]
Tastes fine, but maybe it's a truth serum. If I start confessing weird shit to you, just shove me into a broom closet and put a chair under the door handle until it passes, okay?
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[ Something, something, it's not like they stay dead or whatever anyways. At least, that's what she's been told, and that's something she sort of believes. Mostly because if this is really 'hell' (still debatable, thanks), they're already dead. ]
Wow, that sounds more like, a talk show or something. You know, one of the cheesy ones that plays on repeat in the afternoons that old people like to watch. Or some sort of shitty group therapy with a twist.
[ A torture all in its own. She sighs and folds her arms under her chest, wearily eyeing his drink. It's because of Kaiba, in fact, that she trusts exactly zero refreshments at this little shindig. ]
Yeah, no problem! I'll make sure to find you the biggest, most comfortable broom closet and I'll sit outside it and make sure no one bothers you. Although I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, so, at least you won't have to worry if I hear anything!
[ Flashing Tech a smile, she finally straightens up and drops her arms back down to her sides. ]
Sorry, I'm being rude. My name's Ann, and it's nice to meet you! Aha, I just wish that the circumstances were a little different.
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But in the meantime, he snickers -- eyes agleam with amusement. ]
All good. There's no such thing as a good circumstance in this shit hole. But all things considered, this is probably one of the better ways to meet.
[ At a fancy ball -- which at least could give some semblance normalcy. So long as you ignored the demons dressed in fancy clothes and the way some people just wound up intentionally naked when they so much as tried to loosen their cravat. ]
Good to meet you too, Ann. I'm...well, I don't really have a name. It's fucking complicated.
[ This always made introductions strange. ]
I'm the god of technology. One of the newer gods on the god block and we haven't really been gifted with names. You can call me Tech, though. Most people here do. Or...whatever you want really. I'll answer to anything, so long as it's cool.
[ Wink. ]
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[ She's ready, though. She thinks. She's pretty sure she can bitch kick at least a few of these demons into the ceiling if she tries hard enough. ]
Wait, you're a God?! And you're in Hell? How does that even work? [ Color her fucking SHOCKED? ] That doesn't seem fair... hey, speaking of Gods, you don't happen to like, know of one named Yaldabaoth, right?
[ She sure hopes he doesn't. Then again, he said he was a newer God, so, probably not... ]
Tech is a really nice name, though! Still, I'm sorry that you're here. You must be sorely missed at home.
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[ He taps his chin in thought, searching the resources of his mind -- like some walking wikipedia. ]
Lion-faced guy, body of a serpent, wants to limit man's knowledge? That the one? Can't say I met him personally. I don't bother with the old guys. You a disciple of his? Or did he fuck you over?
[ It could go either way with gods...
While Tech doesn't comment on her remark about being missed at home (he kind of doubts the world even notices he's gone if they never gave him a name in the first place), it does raise a good question. What happens when one disappears back home if they hadn't died?
He frowns and turns to his alcohol, draining it just a bit faster at the thought. ]
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[ There's probably etiquette or something. She's never dealt with a friendly god, so, this is a first. Most of her conversations with the others have been arguments back and forth about humanity and then promised death threats tossed back and forth and really, it's only ever been a mess. ]
He didn't take on that form, but uh, yeah, that's basically him. [ She glances off to the side, before laughing. ] No, definitely not a disciple... he tried to fuck humanity over. So I guess I was expecting to see him here, too.
[ Gonna leave the whole God murder out of the conversation for as long as she can, thanks.
She does notice the silence, and the look on his face, so she shifts, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. ]
...Hey. I'm sure things are fine... we just need to get out of here, you know? We've got better shit than this to do, right? Especially you. This is no place for a god.
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[ Because god knows this god's not going to keep his potty mouth in check. He flashes her a dumb grin -- a dumb grin that turns mildly apologetic at her explanation about her god and what he's tried to do. Yeah, it's pretty par for course with most gods. Fucking over humanity because they can. ]
Yeah, my fucking condolences. A lot of gods take that route. The ones that don't are after the ego trip that comes from worship. Me, I'm in a unique position. The embodiment of human innovation and all. Which means I do better working with humans. Still doesn't mean I don't crave a little worship now and again like the rest of them, but I can get it from people spending hours scrolling their phones. No weird rituals required.
[ He laughs, finally setting down his glass. ]
You're right, though. We'll find a way out of here. People have always found a way to overcome shitty situations -- that's what my entire existence is all about. [ Fire, electricity, weapons, telephones. Magic might seal them in, but Tech believes technology is what will get them out. ] With guys like Tony Stark, Seto Kaiba, Leo Fitz and a few others at the helm, there's no way we'll be here for too long. And you, of course. You seem tough as shit. Bet you could go right up to Lucifer now and kick his ass, huh?
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[ Yes, that's right. A fucking phone app. Don't think too hard on it, because she sure as shit isn't. Then again, his form of worship is sorta like EMMA's... well. She's not gonna think too hard on that, either, because he's not a phone app and he doesn't seem quite as homicidal or... insane. ]
What's it like? Being a god, I mean. That probably sounds like a really stupid question but I'm genuinely curious, is it something you were born as or were you a human at one point? Other than books and the few instances I've had to deal with gods at home, I'm pretty uneducated on that subject.
[ It wasn't in any of the text books in school, in any case. Of course, even if it had been, there's a good chance that she hadn't paid attention, considering how much she'd disliked school at the time. Being here has changed her tune a little bit, though. Maybe. ]
The only name I recognize is Kaiba's. I've met him a few times, he's a good person, and he definitely seems smart and capable... he's the one who warned me about the shit that happens here initially, actually. It's not surprising that Lucifer would take the brightest minds and drag them down here, though... [ It's worrisome, because she's already seen some changes taking hold of Kaiba. Claws and horns... it's concerning, because she wonders what Lucifer has in mind for him and the others that could prove to be useful.
She blinks, however, as she's mentioned, and it makes her laugh a little bit, waving her hands almost nervously. ] Me? I... [ ...Okay. She's not a good actress, so, she quickly drops it, even if her laughter is still on the nervous side. ] Okay, yeah, I'd really love to go shove my fist up his ass right now. I saw him prancing around hat the carnival, it was really hard not to jump him right then and there...
[ She shifts, and straightens finally, letting her hands drop back down to her sides as her voice lowers. ] ...but it's not a bad thing to bide our time, either. As much as I hate to admit it. The only reason I'm here is because I'm trying to keep an eye out for him, I want to study the people and demons he surrounds himself with. I want to know just what we're up against, even if it just scratches the surface, before I make any sort of move. But if we can get enough people eventually...
[ An army for an army, people willing to at least try to take Lucifer down. That's the dream right now, at least for Ann. ]
...Lucifer doesn't scare me. What scares me is what he can do to people who can't defend themselves.
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Good. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only fucking one here who doesn't trust Lucifer worth two shits. I can't stand seeing him able to manipulate people into thinking he's not so bad. He's the literal devil, so honestly, what the fuck with people? So if you need some help with anything, you can call me. I'm not much of a fighter, but...I got some tricks up my sleeve.
[ He flashes her a grin. ]
Which means yeah. I definitely could have shut that phone app down. No matter how strong tech might get or how sentient, it still obeys me. Sorry you had to deal with that shit, though.
[ And that she might have even died from it. He pauses, quiet for a moment -- unsure how to answer her question about what it's like to be a god. There are a million ways to answer that question, but he answers it with the only one that seems real -- the only thing he feels at the moment, considering his break up. ]
Being a god isn't all it's cracked up to be. I was...sort of created, sort of reborn. It's fucking long and boring and complicated. I don't wanna waste your time with my story. But the short of it is, being a god's pretty fucking lonely. Not sure I recommend it. It removes you from people, puts you at a distance. People always envy the power, but like when that's all there is, just the power -- is it really worth it?
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[ At least, she can only assume. So far, she's not seen a whole lot of body guards -- she's spoken to Death who seemed cool enough, but definitely too close to Lucifer for comfort. ]
I see why some people may sympathize with him, don't get me wrong... but this is his domain, and as far as I'm concerned? He's the enemy here. So you're absolutely right, I don't now why anyone would want to place their trust in him. He's a literal snake.
[ She does grin back at him, at least, pleased to finally meet someone who is more on board to take Lucifer down. ]
Thanks! Same goes for you, if you need anything, let me know. I can be pretty useful sometimes. Mmm, it's okay... I just never realized that a phone app could get so strong. It definitely threw us all for a loop.
[ It's taught her a valuable lesson, at least: never say fucking never. His answer to her question makes a whole lot of sense -- she'd imagine that it's a super lonely existence, and at his question in return, she shakes her head. ]
No. Power isn't really worth anything in the big scheme of things... your story isn't a waste of time anyways, just FYI. Everyone's got one, god's included, so you should be entitled to tell yours whenever you want, right? Even still, I'm really sorry... you seem really nice. Are any of the other gods your friends, at least?
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Did the app of yours use some kind of virtual reality? Because yeah, if that's the case, I can get why you would think this place would be something it led you to.
[ Tech smiles at her. It really is nice, the things she's saying about stories and inviting him to tell his. He opts not to, though. It's better not to say anything. After all, he doesn't want to shatter that image she has of him being nice. It's nice to not feel like a piece of shit. Just for a little while. ]
Honestly? This place is the first time I've had friends. Which is weird because it's fucking hell and all. But the some of the people here? Not half bad. Present company included in that.
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Yes! Yeah, sorta... it's uh. [ She probably shouldn't be telling him any of this, but. ] It's called the Metaverse. Not really a virtual reality, but it's an alternate reality sorta... place. It's hard to explain unless you've actually seen it.
[ Hard to explain and totally unbelievable, too. But that's a conversation for later, maybe, because this isn't home, the Metaverse probably has nothing to do with this, and while jail isn't really her biggest concern right now... it's probably best to keep her mouth shut about it for a little while longer. ]
I get that. At home, I had one friend, but uh, some weird stuff happened and then I sorta accidentally acquired a small group of them. Being alone sucks. [ As aloof as she'd tried to act at home before her friends, at least, the reality was that she'd been super lonely. ] Well, I agree! So, I'm glad that we met, even if it's in Hell, and I'm glad that we're friends now!