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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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And there he is! Tech tries to cry out in relief. Riiiiiiiibiiiiiit. ....fuck. That's not going to work. And then Yugi's trying to get him in a towel and no no no. He jumps free and goes as fast as he can into Yugi's room. Black eyes search for Yugi's duel disk, but he doesn't see it in immediate view. He does see that game of yahtzee he found, however.
Tech scrambles toward it, nosing the lid open with every ounce of strength and finding one of the cards. Long tongue wraps around a pencil and while it's messy and painfully difficult to write using muscles in ways they aren't meant to be used, he manages to get out a very crude looking: H E L P. A hopeful glance is spared toward Yugi. Maybe that will be enough. ]
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[This isn't a game, so Yugi is objectively bad at trying to catch his amphibian intruder. He's kind of got to be the one to get it though - he just wants to set it down nicely outside quickly. What if Kaiba's less friendly to it? What if Kisara thinks it's a chew toy (she would never, but what if)? He's bad enough that frog!Tech has time to sketch out his plea before Yugi shows up.
That doesn't immediately stop Yugi from closing in, towel in hand as he edges closer. Huh, weird frog. Pretty articulate if it can sketch out a cry for help.
Wait, help? The towel drops to the floor as hands drag through his hair.]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me...
[This is a hell frog thing, right? Are hell frogs smarter than regular frogs? Do they bite? Do regular frogs bite? What kind of help could it possibly need? Frogs like water, right? Maybe bloody rain isn't very good for them...]
Okay, okay, not going to put you outside yet. Just... can I pick you up?
[Great, he's talking to a frog like it can understand him, holding a hand out against the table as a platform. That makes two people that don't want Kaiba to find them right now.]
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He can sense Yugi's phone in his pocket, and that's good enough. He can use that to communicate. Reaching out, the phone begins to buzz and vibrate -- like morse code if Yugi can understand it. H-E-L-P M-E. H-E-L-P M-E. Over and over again until Tech can worm his powers into it in order to enable the screenreader. It takes a great deal more effort to control it like this, but he manages. He puts everything into getting out his stilted message. A mechanical voice comes on and can be the voice Tech Boy lacks. ]
Yugi, it's me. It's Tech. The frog.
[ And as the voice says those words, the frog hops up and down in Yugi's hand as though punctuating it. Please believe him. Please help him. Please don't think this is all one fever dream. Please, Yugi! ]
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No, really. He's already a little weirded out from touching it (at least it's well-behaved) and watching it act a little smarter than he's comfortable with a frog being. The morse code goes over his head not because he can't understand it, but because everything else is just A Lot at the moment. Not that it really matters - the message from "Tech" is what really has him stock-still.]
Tech...?
[It may be disheartening to feel Yugi place him back on the dresser beside the yahtzee game, whether or not the little frog puts up a fuss at the action. It may be even moreso when Yugi just looks down at him with a dubious look and no words for one long moment, and then another.
Without saying a thing, Yugi opens up the first drawer beneath him and takes out his Duel Disk, placing it beside the frog.]
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But then Yugi takes out his duel disk and Tech understands immediately -- hopping over and putting his dumb frog legs on the end. The response is instantaneous -- the duel disk coming to life, powered by a goddamn frog. But god, if amphibians were capable of crying, he would with such great relief. Yugi has to know it's him now!
And that means he should be able to find a solution. Tech hops past the duel disk and toward the edge of the dresser again, jumping up and down. Pick him up. Pick him up. End this nightmare.
He connects with the phone again and the mechanical voice rises up. ]
You know how this story goes...
[ Right? Everyone knew the story about the frog prince, right? ]
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It isn't so weird handling the frog now, because Yugi isn't handling one. He's handling a friend, and he does so carefully and without any reservations, slippery amphibian feel aside. And, for good measure, he takes his phone out too and keeps it in his hand so it and Tech are near each other.]
Ah, like Jiraiya...?
[No, he doesn't know. Sorry, this sounds like non-Japanese folklore. And Yugi was never a good enough student to remember western stories except for game-related ones. Also, Yugi has other priorities:]
You're not hurt, are you? I'm not really sure what frogs need. I can get you some water...
[Tech's probably not interested in bugs, right? Definitely don't have any of those.]
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[ He could probably do a mental google and find the answer to that, but....that's too much effort and energy he doesn't really have right now in his tiny amphibian brain. To Yugi's question, Tech lets out a froggy croak -- clearly wanting to say he doesn't need anything, but the words don't come out. Instead, he uses the phone again. ]
Nevermind. I'm ok. I don't need anything except for a kiss. That is the story. The prince gets turned into a frog and needs a kiss to break the curse. I know it's stupid and I hate to ask it of you...but I'm running out of energy here and I don't know how much longer I can keep my connection to the phone. We have to try something. I don't know how long the curse will--
[ Oops. That's it. That's the extent of his power. He lets out a panicked croak and paws at the phone, but it just won't connect to him. Well, that's about all he can say on the matter. It's up to Yugi to play hero. ]
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And why is it always a kiss lately?
Luckily for Tech, Yugi would do just about anything for a friend. One little peck for a frog is just a fraction of the lengths he's willing to go. And a little reassurance in advance isn't a bother either.]
Huh, weird story -- I've got it. Don't worry, we'll get you back to normal. I just need to...
[Careful, so careful. Tech is so small right now. How strange is that, for any of his friends to be tinier than him? Yugi turns around to gently place the frog on the bed. He kneels on the floor, murmuring an apology, and then leaning over to...
... give a little kiss to what he thinks is the top of his head. Does it work?]
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Tech closes his eyes when the kiss lands on top of his head, and fortunately for them both, the witch's curse is a lot more chaste than seven minutes in heaven had been. No lip to lip contact required. The magic takes effect in a flash of brilliant light. Tech Boy shifts back into his normal form -- letting out a ragged breath when the last of the curse departs and all is well again. ]
It worked. It actually fucking worked! Yugi, you're the fucking best!
[ Tech launches forward and draws Yugi into an celebratory hug. Which would be fine and all. Save for the fact that Tech Boy is completely naked. His clothes are somewhere in the middle of the street which does leave a new predicament -- but not one he's even thinking of. Right now, he's just so relieved to be back to normal. ]
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No harm done at all, except Tech is clearly out to kill him. That's the only plausible explanation for him drawing Yugi up and in and close and oh no he's naked. This would be a lot worse if Yugi wasn't used to Jou and Honda up to their antics when they had to change for gym class. It would also be a lot better if Tech and Yugi hadn't already been forced to spend seven minutes very, very, very close.]
I-I'm glad you're back. Sorry for almost toweling you back there.
[At least the booth was dark. Here in the light, Tech gets to see him bright red and with no way to hide it. As tactile as Yugi is with his friends, he settles on giving an awkward pat after he's done flailing in place, pushing himself up and most definitely not looking anywhere he shouldn't be.
Without saying a thing, he turns around and digs into that convenient dresser - out comes a (different!) towel for his waist, and a loose t-shirt that Yugi absolutely swims in at night, so... maybe it would fit Tech? Just barely? He holds the offerings out with one hand, looking away with an amused huff.]
You picked the wrong person for this part of the plan. I don't think I own anything in your size.
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Yeah, some fucking witch is going around cursing people -- so if you're out and around town, try to avoid that bitch. Buuut if I see a frog hopping into my room, I'll return the favor. Least I can do, right?
[ He takes the offered towel and wraps himself in it. Not the greatest outfit in the world -- a towel and a T-shirt, but it serves its purpose. Tech isn't that much bigger than Yugi. He stands about 5' 10", but he's slight. Scrawny. The shirt fits comfortably, although definitely not as long as it is on Yugi. ]
I might have some clothes in Kaiba's room. If he's not here, I can go check. Or if his dragon's here, she could probably get them for me. She's pretty smart.
[ He smiles, then it fades. ]
Monika and I broke up.
[ Thrown in there just in case Yugi gets judgy at all about any implications of 'cheating.' Because for some weird reason, Tech feels like he needs to be this better version of himself around Yugi. Although come to think of it, Yugi might not be quite so innocent. ]
You know, though....in the long list of people she named that she cheated on me with -- your name came up. So. Anything you wanna tell me?
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Huh. There must be more than one old woman wandering around. The one I met gave me some kind of medallion...
[Except then Tech drops another infobomb. It isn't explicit, and Yugi hasn't actually seen or heard anything, but he also isn't blind to the implications as to why Tech would have clothes in Kaiba's room. Then again... why would he if he has a fiancee. Maybe he should ask...
Except there's another one dropped. No more Monika. That must be awful to suddenly have someone you loved like that no longer in your life. He should say that too, say he's sorry...
Except-- the reason is cheating and she said Yugi's named and he most definitely has to address that first. As someone might expect given that that the most he's done with anyone has been with, well, Tech,... he looks like a very confused deer in a headlights, whipping his head back around to face him and paling.]
What? No, I wouldn't-- I haven't. You're the only person I've even... [He can't even say the k-word right now.] One of the vendors needed someone's hair in exchange for something she wanted, and I needed to do someone a favour so I could get something I wanted as well. We traded and walked back to the castle.
[Well, Monika joked about true love's kiss and other things that made him squirm, but that was all just to tease... Probably.]
Look, partners are... are everything, and they're off-limits. I wouldn't get between anyone and their partner, but especially not when it's a friend.
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Yeah, I didn't think so. Sorry you got dragged into it. But also the fact that she brought up your name on her list of 'lovers' probably means she has you as a target. So don't fall into the same trap I did. Being so desperate for someone's love and affection, it fucking blinds you.
[ He rubs his face with his hands as though he can massage away the frustration. ]
I wasn't perfect, Yugi. But I really did try to be a good partner. And when I fucked up, I didn't keep it from her. I told her the truth because I felt so guilty otherwise. But she was cheating on me all along the entire time and only brought it up because the magic of that stupid fucking ride forced her to tell the truth. Even now, she would have kept lying to me and calling it love.
[ Tech had needed to talk about this for so long. Kaiba denied him. Mega was involved and didn't understand so Tech couldn't be open with him. Others he's had to guard his emotions around as best as possible. It's only with Yugi that he can finally let his guard drop, that he can finally let out his emotions, that the tears can start to fall as he buries his face in his hands. ]
I'm a god. I'm supposed to be above this shit. Kaiba's right. I am fucking pathetic.
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No one likes to be stared at while they cry. Yugi turns to leave.
... and walks a whole four steps to the bedroom door, so that he can close it and give them some much needed privacy. Then it's back to the business of dealing with emotions. Yugi sits beside him on the bed, pressing in solidly shoulder to shoulder. No one likes to be stared at while they cry, so he looks ahead instead.]
I don't know why he'd say that. You're really not.
[Murmured calmly, quietly. Everything Tech is most decidedly not right now. Yugi makes a note to himself to call Kaiba out on his bullshit later, when he doesn't have a god falling apart in his room.]
I don't think you are. There's nothing pathetic about wanting companionship. Wanting friends, or partners, or any other close bond... That's normal for us regular people. If being a god means you think you need to be above everything, that sounds... really lonely. Like you're putting yourself on some pedestal so that no one can reach you on purpose.
But humans-- we're already small and insignificant. We know we're weak and need help. So we become stronger by surrounding ourselves with others, hoping to find those we can count on, and who can count on us, even if it might hurt later. And in the meantime we hope they'll love us and help us grow, and that they'll help us overcome our mistakes. Because we're absolutely going to make a lot of them.
[He doesn't have anything to offer but a (small) warm shoulder to lean on, and a soft place to let Tech be himself, however he imagines himself being this evening.]
You're not pathetic. You're in pain. You're just now learning things that we had to learn a very long time ago.
[And maybe he can offer a closed room, too, away from prying eyes.]
Stay in here for a bit? I can grab you something from your room later when you want to leave.
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Tech's not a human. He never will be, never can be. But he was based off of humans -- with all of their flaws and beliefs and hubris. So all his life, he's only known this gnawing feeling of loneliness. Hell has offered him something unique, something he could never have back home. A friend. Maybe even more than one. But definitely at least one in Yugi -- who offers a stalwart and steady support just by the simple touch of shoulder to shoulder with reassurances he's not pathetic and it's not pathetic to not be above it all.
He flicks away a few stray tears from his eyes and nods. Staying here for a while seems like a nice way to shut out the world -- to not have to put on a brave face and to just be real for once. ]
I'm not going home -- when it comes down to it. I'm going back to your world.
[ It's crazy, maybe. To think he has a choice in the matter. But he's already decided this is what he's going to do. He's a god, so he can make it happen. ]
So I'm not just staying with you here, Yugi. Sorry. You're gonna have to see my face even longer than our hell sentence.
[ He flashes him a smile -- still sad but honest, genuine. ]
But if given the choice to go back to a solitary lonely existence or a world where I have an actual friend and someone else to work with... [ Because he wouldn't dare use the 'F' word in relationship to Kaiba ] ...well, it's a no-brainer. I choose the world with the card games and this awesome guy I know who's gonna make some really cool games in the future that I can't wait to play.
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He doesn't know anything about Tech's world and whether it is awful or frankly whether it would be good for Tech at all to go somewhere else. The same as Tech doesn't know what Yugi has been capable of aside from doling out the occasional hologram and churning out speeches about friendship and feelings and matters of the heart.
Tech is a friend. Yugi likes him. This doesn't feel like the right setting to ask or discuss any of that. He shouldn't even involve himself in that decision (but still, he wonders...). He settles for:]
I have no doubt you can make it happen.
[Because it's true. If anyone can, it's a god. One teamed up with Kaiba who tries to stand above even them.]
And with support like that, I have no doubt we can make those games happen. There's plenty of good people for you to get along with.
[Because that is true as well, though he purposely doesn't clarify whether he means there or here. Something they might need to go over soon, now that the "roommate" he had mentioned is here and will more than likely become relevant to Tech's relationships with both Yugi and Kaiba. Especially with Kaiba.]
Don't stress yourself thinking about that right now. Take care of yourself first, whatever makes you most comfortable. I'm not going to kick you out.
[With a welcoming pat on the bed and an intimate hand on his back - like a secret between close friends. No, now is not the time for any of those discussions. Now is the time for Tech to take a break from the rest of the world, and maybe, just maybe, like himself a little more in the interim.]