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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
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sylvia hasn't been complimented like that since before the release of the first game — usually, it's she that is speaking with a honeyed tongue.
it takes her a moment to process it, but with a soft laugh, sylvia withdraws her hand. despite how composed she likes to present herself, it's obvious his words have flattered her. it's not often the tables are turned on sylvia, so allow her a moment to enjoy it. ]
I have not yet decided. [ she wants to rule hell, but come on, who doesn't. time to set her eyes on a more achievable goal. ] "Fun" is, I suppose, a given... but I have not thought on much more than that.
[ "running cons," "fuck bitches," "get money," etc and so on. ]
But you should know, Mr. God of Technology, that I am not worried of your touch.
[ an open invitation, if he should ever feel the urge. ]
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Probably more than a lot of the AI he's met, Sylvia is right up his alley with that talk about 'fun.' Maybe when they've graduated from ballrooms and brothels back to the nightclubs of Lucifer's lands, he could take her out sometime. Get drinks and fucking dance the night away. She didn't judge him killing his fiancee and called him strong afterward -- naturally that means he's gonna want to see this woman again after this! ]
Well, there's no shortage of fun if you're looking for the sinful variety. Booze, drugs, violence, sex -- it's all on offer. If you're not fucking of your own volition, they'll find ways to get you to fuck. Aphrodisiacs and other manipulative shit.
[ That little comment about not being afraid of his touch, well -- it makes him want to reach out all the more. No aphrodisiac needed for him to want to feel her skin and dive in deep. Sylvia just has this way about her. Dangerous and alluring, potent like any good drug. Self control has never been a very high priority, and really, he's only a breath away from caving -- wanting so badly to get just a peek at her intricate coding to see the 1s and 0s that make up her design. But. There's one burning question on his mind before he can give in -- one thing he needs to know before anything else: ]
Is your husband here?
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but who knows? sylvia will as sylvia does, and maybe sylvia can find a way for all of this to work in her favor. she has only just arrived — there is time yet to feel everything out, to find her footing.
sylvia lifts her eyebrow, an enigmatic grin tilting up the corner of her lips. ] Then I believe I shall fit in well here. It is like home in that manner.
[ lifting her hands, she methodically removes the frilled cuffs at her wrists so she can then peel off her gloves. what she reveals are two perfect, pale hands unmarred by silly things like scars... or wedding bands. ]
I have not seen him, but even if he was here, [ her fingers fan out, pearlescent nails ending in gradual points, ] we have been divorced for nearly a year.
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Good.
[ Because it is good. It means there are no boundaries, nothing standing in the way of some annoying moral compass (flexible though those morals have been.) Tech Boy extends his hand for hers now, should she feel like giving it. Should she really mean what she said about not fearing his touch. Maybe she'll retract that statement when she realizes what he can do, but for now, he allows his eyes to continue their wandering over the marvelous design of her chest -- because he had stopped short when he thought she was a married woman. Now all bets are off. ]
You're not the sort who should be tied to anyone anyway. And now you're not. Now you're truly free. How devastated your husband must have been...
[ She might not have ripped their heart out physically, but Tech's sure she did it emotionally. And maybe he should have been more cautious with that in mind -- because it's what Monika did to him. But also, it's the absence of Monika in his life that has him seeking something to replace that empty piece inside of him. Even if only briefly. Even if only for a single touch and brief connection. ]
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though she won't show it, that statement slams a pang of guilt right through her. never once did she actually want to hurt henry, and when they were first married, he was the only one she ever wanted to be with. but... life happens. games and story happen.
leaving henry in her wake was a tough thing for her to do.
sylvia, ever the perfect actress, buries this all down deep beneath a flirtatious grin and tinkling laugh. ]
Freedom may not always be everything you want. [ because freedom for everyone means everyone is free to hurt people indiscriminately. she made her living off of that. ] That is the journey of life, no?
[ her hand reaches out. ] Or perhaps "death", in this case, [ and she fits her palm against his. ]
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[ But he can't elaborate. She touches him and it sparks something to life, something that he thought had died along with Monika. A connection, a pulse, a vibrant sensation. His fingers wrap around hers and squeeze as he lets out a breath of almost relief. Oh how he had missed this...
Sylvia is beautifully digital in a perfect flesh form and as he feels this, surely she will feel something empowering too -- minor, after all, he's not fully connecting. But it should be something of a pleasant spark, like plugging in and getting a signal, a drained battery getting a charge. ]
You feel very much alive. More than most in this shit stain of a place.
[ His eyes, which have closed to enjoy and savor this, finally open as he looks at her again. ]
Question, though -- is it something that scares you? This digital side of yours? Or is it something you fully embrace?
[ It was honestly a relief to have someone like her be upfront with him. Most of the others he's had to push and prod to get them to tell him, but Sylvia offered it right off the bat. No hesitation. No fear. It seems like a glorious acceptance of who she is, and that more than anything else gets his respect. ]
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don't mind that she takes a step closer to him, adjusting the way her hand fits in tech boy's so that she can more firmly grasp him. god, she could take so much more; she wouldn't deny him.
sylvia almost misses his questions. ]
...Why should it scare me? [ it's almost a bother to open her eyes, so she gives tech boy a half-lidded glance. that buzzing under her skin is, bluntly, better than her best vibrator. fuck, she wants to take him home. ] It is part of my design, my purpose. We are all aware of what we are.
[ if anything, the idea of complete and utter freedom is terrifying, but hey... that's part of the fun. ]
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She's even more alluring now.
Blue eyes flicker toward their hands and then back toward her face, and the heavy-lidded look she's giving him over the rims of her frames. Alluring. He might be a god. He might be part AI. But he's also unfortunately very human in his base desires, and how could he ever hope to resist? Especially since he's becoming more and more used to intimate contact here in hell. ]
My fiancee was afraid. She knew what she was, something very similar to you, and yet she chose to play at being human. She tried so fucking hard to reject that part of herself and by extension me. So honestly? You are a breath of fresh fucking air, Sylvia.
[ He looks toward their hands again. ]
Don't suppose you wanna come back to my room?
[ He could show her Monika's heart and everything! Which he still has. In a jar. On his dresser. Because that's healthy... ]
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the idea of breaking their hold doesn't occur to sylvia. deep down, she knows she should, perhaps, maybe, play hard to get with a guy like him, but honestly? fuck that. this could be her only chance to experience this paradise, so she's going in full throttle. ]
I would not mind keeping you company for a few hours.
[ or longer. ]
Anything to help a good soul like yours safe from heartache. [ sylvia leans back slightly, though her sweet breath is warm against his skin. ] You deserve much better than that.
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Hazel is volatile like a fire and exciting. Kaiba is an intense burst of passion giving way to a cold, distant conclusion. There had been no room for these softer touches. Sylvia brings something new, her kiss like the beckoning of a finger to follow her into the dark, her warm breath like a gentle whisper on his skin to trust in her and give in.
Is this what it's like to be seduced? Because fuck. He can see how normal people would fall into it. His lips quirk in mild amusement. Hell has no idea what's coming for it in the form of one Sylvia Christel. And what makes it even better is she's one of his. ]
Well. Heartache already happened, but. I'm getting over it. Especially upon meeting better options. Our stories collided for a reason. This shit is vital to the main plot.
[ He grins. There's significance here in their meeting and it's not just a one-off, is what he means. But it's fun to phrase it in video game language. The walk back to the hotel isn't long, but it certainly feels like it when he's impatient to just get there already. It's times like these he wishes he had more access to the scope of powers back home -- to being able to rip open the fabric of time and space and step through to instantly teleport where he needs to go.
As they reach the double doors, he gives a look toward a demon nearby to open it for them because excuse him, they are both important people. Demon peasants need to serve their needs. The grunt demon seems to understand at the least, pulling the large door open and holding it for them to stride their way in. And Tech does -- with his head held high and Sylvia attached to his side. Let the world see them together. Let Monika especially see them together. ]
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for the most part on their short trip to the hotel, sylvia stays relatively quiet, letting the sound of her stiletto heels do the talking for her. she sticks close to tech boy, holding his arm against her, brushing the curve of her breast against him every so often. it's the whisper of a touch that grounds her, and she can only hope it frustrates him with every step so that he doesn't feel the need to hold back once they are alone.
sylvia will treat him with a delicate touch, she has already decided. since he is the god having suffered a heartbreak, she will tend to his needs, be the giving, reverent lover. her part will be played with sincerity and that ever-present beckoning of him further and further inside her darkness. there, perhaps, she will envelope him — but until then, sylvia knows he's showing her off. an eye glances around the hotel lobby to take in the detail as they head toward the elevator. sylvia does not mind being shown off, and in fact she encourages it by casually lifting her chest and swaying her hips a little more noticeably. let people look, let the demons look, for as long as they want.
but truly, where is the fun in waiting until they're in his room to start?
once the doors close, her bare hand slides up the side of his neck, cupping his cheek and jawline to draw tech boy down into an intense kiss. the sticky shimmer of her lip gloss smears over his skin; her other arm wraps around his shoulder so she can press their bodies close together. ]
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Tech shudders and flings his arm around her petite waist, drawing her flush against him to return the kiss. No hesitation, no faltering. Like any good drug, he dives in head first -- fuck the consequences. Although he struggles to see any consequences for doing this right now. It really is amazing how comfortable he's become with intimacy. Three months in hell and he no longer flinches when people try to kiss him. It's especially easy with Sylvia because of this wonderful electric current between them.
The hand still somehow clutching that atari moves out to blindly hit the right button. His room's only on the second floor so it's not like they have a long ride ahead of them, but he sure makes the most of it -- tasting her lip gloss, leaning into the touch of her hand, parting his lips so his tongue can seek hers and taste more. It vaguely occurs to him that maybe he should have spent more time getting to know her before diving into this, but hey. There would be plenty of time for that later.
With a short, jerky ride -- the doors creek open again and without breaking the kiss, Tech guides her out and leads her to room 205 -- idly hoping his roommate's not there. Breathless, he finally draws back in order to unlock the door and bring her through the common area and toward his personal room with fortunately no interruptions.
His room's about what one might expect from a god of technology -- full of gadgets, gismos, and geometric decor. It's neat and immaculate and the only possibly out of place thing is Monika's heart which rests on his dresser -- all pretty and petite in a jar of formaldehyde. ]
Anyway, where were we? [ He grins as he closes the door, setting the atari down before diving right back in to pick up where he and Sylvia left off on that kiss. ]
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not that she regrets it. not with the way her skin is still buzzing from their connection. it fades ever so slightly when tech boy has to pull away to deal with actually getting into his room, but that's fine by her. when they touch again, she knows the sensation will be twice as powerful for this momentary break. sylvia doesn't let herself get too far out of tech boy's personal space, her hand sliding over his stomach as she wanders into the room, a roaming eye taking in all the detail. ]
Gadgets and gizmos a'plenty, [ she hums as she catches sight of the heart... in a jar.
because that's healthy. for the first time since arriving in hell, sylvia has reason to pause, to hesitate just for a breath of time. speaking of hypothetical violence is all well and good and sylvia has been known to indulge in rougher play in her life, but seeing the evidence of such a violent and heart-rending action puts into sharp relief just how dangerous tech boy could be.
the hesitation doesn't stay; her lips turn up into a smirk. he'd be a good asset for her time here, she's sure of it, so sylvia will have to do everything she can to keep on his good side.
that starts by melting back into his kiss, their connection reopening and flooding her with sensation that tingles from her head to the tip of her painted toes; her tongue massages his, tasting him thoroughly. the fingers of one hand wrap themselves in his hair while the other fits itself at his waist, and with a low hum, sylvia once more pushes tech boy against the nearest wall. ]
You know, you never gave me a name, [ she purrs into another kiss as the hand at his waist starts to slide over his groin, massaging him through his pants. ] You are a god, yes, but do you have something I may cry out?
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I don't have one. [ He answers her, half-lidded. She could have asked him the secrets to the universe at this point and he would have told her anything she wanted to know as the heat and warmth consume him. ] The other gods call me Technical Boy -- but that doesn't exactly roll off the tongue in the heat of the moment, does it?
[ His lips curl -- half amused smile and half sneer. Having no true name does have its unfortunate drawbacks. This being one of them. Tech hooks his index finger through the tied sash of her jacket, unlacing it so he can get to the buttons. Patience has never been a virtue of his and he would like very much to get the clothing part out of the way ASAP. ]
You can call me whatever you want, though. A name that's just yours and yours alone to use. I'll answer you always, Sylvia.
[ As her god. ]