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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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So basically you are Superman.
[ He smiles back at her, a playful tease. Maybe she's even superior to Superman, limitless. She still has yet to discover the possibilities all stemming from that circular disk in her back. ]
Cuter, though. Big buff dudes, not really my thing. Maybe we oughta get you a pair of glasses so you can hide in plain sight from the unsuspecting demons you've come to take out. At least until you can get a grasp on your powers which I'm more than happy to help you do, if I can help in some way.
[ With a wink, he gestures toward the two large doors. A hint for her to do her wall phase-y thing. This might not necessarily be helping, but it's some practice. And if they get into trouble for being up here, she'll get the chance to practice even more! See. Tech Boy is helping....
The room itself is locked, probably some form of meeting area for the demons. With its dusty tables, chairs, and cobwebbed bookshelves, it doesn't seem like its seen use in a while. Beyond the room lies the balcony in question, lined with hideous gargoyles, boasting an expansive view of Mammon's lands. Beautiful might be a stretch, but at least it's not all fire and brimstone. ]
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It'd be cuter if you called me Supergirl. [ She points out, trying not to blush again when he describes her as cute (maybe if he calls her it enough times, she'll actually believe it one day).
Ava takes a moment to shake out her arms, sucking in a deep breath and releasing it. Relax, Ava, you've done this before. She's just never had to do in front of a guy she's maybe trying to impress. ] I've gotta concentrate, so don't distract me.
[ After taking a good few steps back from the doors, she runs towards it, and the last thing Tech will see is the Halo glowing from her back - then she's on the other side. To her surprise, it's just some dusty old boardroom she's standing in, not a demon in sight. She still does some investigating before she lets Tech in though, not wanting to put him in any danger. It means Tech won't see her for at least a couple of minutes, and if he tries to talk to her through the door, she doesn't respond.
After spotting the balcony and deciding it's safe enough, Ava unlocks the room from the inside, opening one of the doors but only a fraction so he can see her smiley face through the gap. ]
Hi. [ She puts her hand out to stop him from coming in yet. ] What's the password?
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So he waits. And waits. And waits even longer. And a part of him gets a little worried when she doesn't immediately open the door -- like maybe she had run into trouble. He steps toward the door, just about to knock and call out when it cracks open and she emerges, beaming at him in a way that causes his heart to catch because oh no. After swearing he'd never fall for anyone again, here he is -- being lured in by a pretty smile. Tech forces the thought away and rolls his eyes at the prompting for a password. ]
The password is, hurry up and open the door before I get fucking caught out here and have to fight some demons. Geesh.
[ But it's spoken with a smile. He's not annoyed in the least. ]
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[ And she's not the least bit annoyed by how rude he is, reaching for his collar to tug him inside. And just like how they left the ball hand in hand and hurried upstairs, her grabbing at his shirt to yank him into a private room is yet another gesture that makes this look more than it actually is to any onlooker.
She lets go of Tech to lock the door behind them (it'll give them some time to hide on the off-chance a demon decides to investigate the room they're in). ]
There were like, ten demons in here I got rid of before I let you in, just so you know—
[ And maybe she would have pulled off saying that if she hadn't just walked straight into a cobweb, letting out a surprised shriek as she tries to brush it off her face. At this rate, they're definitely going to get caught. ]
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He staggers in when she pulls him and has a look around the room, curious if there's anything they can glean from it -- but it doesn't seem like it. Even the books are written in some demon language he can't translate. It sort of irks him to see something he doesn't know. There should be no knowledge out of the realm of the internet! ]
Did you?
[ His eyebrows raise as he plays along with her story of an intense battle. ]
Well, shit. You did it clean. Not a trace of blood or demon carcass in sight. You didn't even disturb the cobwebs.
[ Which he barely manages to say before laughing at her plight. He moves closer to pick a bit of webbing from her hair before veering past her with a few backwards steps. ]
C'mon. The balcony's calling our name.
[ And he heads out toward it, leaning comfortably against the rail as though he belongs there and there's not a damn demon who can say otherwise. His vape pen is removed from his pocket and pressed to his lips so he can draw in a drag. Then, he offers it in her direction. ]
Now we christen this space by partaking in the sacred herb. [ Wink. ]
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She leans against the railing as well, soaking up their surroundings from their vantage point. She can't quite believe where they are and maybe a part of her thinks she's actually lost her mind and Tech is an imaginary friend she made up and that's why they get along so well...
An imaginary friend she's about to get high with. She's so caught up in her head thinking (Tech will soon realize she does this a lot) about whether she's a nutjob or not that it takes her a moment to realize he's offering the "wand" to her. ]
...Ohhh. [ The realization upon her face once she understands what to do with the vape pen is, frankly, adorable. ] Cool. I've totally done this before. [ Said nobody who's ever done this before. She takes the vape pen from him and becomes acutely aware he's going to be watching her take her first drag ever. ]
Don't watch me do it, creep. [ If he looks away, maybe she can get away with making it look like this isn't her first time. (As if it wasn't obvious enough...) ]
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[ He teases after her remark about eating the maker of the web, but maybe she doesn't hear it because she sure looks like she's lost in space for a moment. Then she snaps out of it and his eyebrows raise skeptically when she proclaims she has totally done this before in the most unbelievable way possible. But hey, he doesn't mind being her first. He's pretty been been the cause of that experience for a lot of people in hell. Sucking on that vape pen is basically like kissing everyone in this place....
At her prompting, though, he doesn't look away. Instead, he moves beside her, hands on hers to guide her through it. ]
It's a little different from your standard joint -- tons more vapor. I mean, you could compare it to a bong, but in a more streamlined sort of way. Because this one's smaller, you're gonna suck on it like a straw, bring it into your mouth, then into your lungs, and then out. Should keep you from coughing if you do it right. And if you don't, I'm totally gonna judge you.
[ He smiles. ]
Just kidding, just kidding. But I might laugh a little.
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And he manages to trick into her thinking he'd actually judge her, looking almost horror-stricken by the thought, only to sigh with relief once she realizes he's joking. ]
No pressure. [ She snorts, turning away from him and towards the view because if she maintains eye contact with him while she's doing it, she's probably going to choke. Putting the pen between her lips, she tries not to overthink what she's doing, closing her eyes as she inhales, feeling it gather in her lungs...
She blows out a breath a moment later, feeling lighter than she did before. And the fact that she didn't cough makes her smile even wider. ]
Hah, I'm a goddamn natural. [ Totally getting ahead of herself as she passes the pen back to him. ] Didn't think I'd be ticking this off my bucket list today, so thanks. [ She supposes she can tick off sneaking onto a private balcony with a friend too, not just using a vape pen for the first time. ]
I just realized I called you my friend in my head... Does this make us friends now? [ If she sounds hopeful, it's because she's felt lonely for a long time. ]
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Tech glances back at Ava after her comment. Friend. It's a complicated thing, isn't it? Tech's very quick to call most everyone his friend, but that's usually on a superficial level. The truth is, he doesn't think a lot of people really care to be around him. And he's fairly certain Ava probably wouldn't either. Not if she found out the truth of how his relationship with Monika ended -- that he tore her heart out of her chest for cheating on him. After doing such an awful thing, does he really deserve to be up here on a balcony with another girl who he is quickly becoming enamored by with her easy smile and her goofy humor and the awkward way she blurts her thoughts?
At the end of the day, Tech Boy is selfish, though. It should be fine, right? If they just get to know each other and he waits to tell her...or doesn't tell her at all. They could be friends under those circumstances, right? ]
You have to ask? Of course we're friends. Unless we get caught up here. And then I'll be like 'who's that girl? Don't know her. Never seen her before in my life.'
[ He smiles, teasing. ]
JK. The way it'll really go is you'll grab me by the arms and fly us out of here. You said you figure out your powers in high stress situations, so nothing more high stress than jumping straight off the balcony to run from demons, yeah?
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You have got to teach me how to do that.
[ As for his plan if they get caught, she just laughs even more (everything is starting to feel funnier than it actually is at the moment). Wanting to know just how big the drop is to the ground, she rises on her tiptoes to get a closer look over the edge of the railing (he ought to keep an eye on her doing that, even if she would survive the fall). ]
I got shoved off a mountain once and survived. [ She's not even joking. Someone was trying to teach her a lesson and it worked. ] If I grabbed you and jumped, I could probably cushion your fall but it would suck for me...
My go-to escape plan usually involves running away, though. [ She runs away from all her problems, but she can't run away here. She's stuck, just like she was in that bed in the orphanage. That thought is enough to make her frown to herself before reaching for him for another drag.
(Nope. Don't wanna think about feelings. Just wanna get high.) ]
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Even now, he has the unmistakable urge to flee. What had been meant to be a distraction had suddenly become way more real. He's finding a vibe with Ava that he's not sure he wants, not after Monika -- not after swearing off romance. Sure would be nice to have something stronger than weed at the moment. ]
So you're gonna take a hit and then part your lips in an 'O.' After that, just sort of push air out like you're coughing, but in your throat, you know? Weird fucking explanation, but that's how you do it. The vapor should come out in circles.
[ Tech's fingers twitch against his side, he goes to lift them and then falters for a second before he reaches out again to brush his thumb over the scar on her back. ]
What would happen if you took this thing out? Would you go back to being a normal girl?
[ A pause. ]
Would you want to be a normal girl? Rather than a fucking albatross, I mean. [ A brief, teasing smile. ]
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Shit. [ She chokes out before laughing, handing the pen back. ] Gonna need to practice that one...
[ She knew what was coming downstairs when she guided his hand to touch her scar. This time she hadn't been anticipating it, it tickles a little, and the Halo glows out of her back in response to him without her even realizing, just for a second. ]
Oh, um... [ Urge to run away from this conversation rising. ] Nobody really knows for sure what would happen because it's never been put inside someone like me before. [ Someone like her? Time to elaborate. ]
Someone... dead. [ She swallows before meeting his eyes. ] I was literally chilling in a morgue, but I think it's probably safe to say if you took it out of me, I'd go back to being a corpse.
[ So it's either superchick, or nothing. At his next question, she manages a smile when he brings up what feels like a private joke already. ]
Would you still want to hang out with me if I was normal? [ Or is her being different why he brought her here? ]
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Tech Boy takes his vape pen back, aware of how he's been staring at Ava and he finally pries his gaze away, off toward the distance. He doesn't even make fun of her coughing! ]
Here? Yeah. I'd totally hang with you just because of who you are. No fucking special powers necessary.
[ Back home, though, not so much. Back home it's just hanging with the gods, maybe dabbling with humans when he hits up a club. Back home, he only ever interacts with the tech elite and misses out on these pockets of normalcy where really cool people linger in between. ]
You're probably immortal then, right? As long as that fucking thing's in you. I know we're all in hell right now, but you don't have to die to get in. I'm not fucking dead. A few others I know ain't dead either.
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I'm not sure... There is something that can kill me - this weird metal called Divinium. It can kill demons too. There's this sword back home made out of it that I'm meant to use. [ Which would be really handy here, but no such luck. ]
So I guess that's my kryptonite, not blond-haired, blue-eyed gods. [ She quotes him from earlier, elbowing him lightly.
It's interesting to know that death isn't a requirement for where they are, though. ] Maybe we're not actually in hell. Maybe we're all part of a reality TV show. [ She's spent years with only television for entertainment, so forgive her for this theory - it's all she knows. ]
Say hi to the secret cameras. [ She holds out her middle finger over the balcony as though they're being watched, encouraging him to join in with a grin. ]
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They got you using a sword? How fucking medieval. I'd thought warrior nuns would be using nun-chucks at least. Ha ha, get it? Nun-chucks?
[ He flashes her a goofy grin. Yeah, with that one....he will have probably secured that blond-haired, blue-eyed gods would never be her kryptonite. Anyway, she's flipping off the air and he joins her with a spirited middle finger to the sky. Even if they're not flipping off hidden cameras, this is a giant fuck you to Lucifer and Mammon and everyone in between. ]
Who watches reality TV anymore? It's all about prank videos online and going viral.
[ He takes a drag of his vape pen and hands it back over to her. ]
Let's make a pact. [ He says as the smoke billows from his nostrils. ] You're supposed to fight demons and I'm a god, so naturally demons are my enemy or whatever. So let's plan to cause as much chaos as we can for them. If we can't fight them, we sure can fucking make them suffer. What d'ya say?
[ He sticks out his hand for a shake as though this is some business proposal. ]
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She listens to his pact proposal while she takes her turn at vaping. He's a God and she's someone with a connection to God - it makes sense for them to team up. Team Demons Suck, or Team Make Demons Suffer. (She'll work on the team name.)
She blows out smoke over the balcony, then - ] I'm in.
[ Although she arches a brow at the handshake she offers him. They need something more original than that. Hmm, what about a pinky pact? No, she's thought of something even better.
She uses her middle finger to curl around his, much like a pinky promise, but ruder. She at least deserves points for originality. ]
Middle fingers mean more than pinkies. [ In Ava's world, anyway. ]