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TEST DRIVE MEME #27

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 and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only 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.

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. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please continue on until you reach Death's office. He'll have your contracts ready for you."

There's a slightly wicked twist to her lips. "Please do feel free to ask him about any of those sins listed..."

And so on, sinners travel until they finally arrived at another office where Death sits waiting. Here is where you'll receive a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. Death will also provide slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android.

Seems as though Hell has moved on up from the very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall. It seems to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon the lobby of Penance hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.

Stand Your Ground

While the Mares have gone, as per Death's bargain with God, and reconstructing Penance is coming along fairly well, the air is carrying with it a cold crispness that sends a chill down one's spine. Lucifer is still nowhere to be found, and if pressured, staff will say he's having talks with the other Lords of Hell, as well as God himself. Things need to be worked out, no matter how difficult it is for Lucifer to accept and swallow his pride. He won't be around to offer warmth to the Penance community and it may, in fact, be mirroring his current mood.

Or it may be the creeping sense of doom that's following so many around now that The Veiled Order has been able to nearly complete their next spell. Local demons will plainly say that God won't help them against this threat, that he doesn't care if Hell is destroyed, and others will be very hush about the situation entirely. No need to scare the local sinners, new or old!

Instead just enjoy the reopening businesses around the local area! Nothing is off-limits. Hellburbia seems to have suffered some extensive damage recently, but not to worry! There's talk of building back better than ever.

Other than that, Helluva Cup has a new spiced drink... and spiced everything. That's right! Pumpkin spice has apparently come early this year... and it may be a bit overpowering and in everything in the coffee shop, regardless of what you order. Even Bean, the 'friendly' hell rat the owner keeps in the shop seems to be feasting on pumpkin flavored meat. That's probably okay. Right?

Penance Library is offering a special reading of Leviathan-specific reads. The local goblins will be doing readings every afternoon for all who care to listen or to stick around and discuss it. These will all be fictional in nature, not historic texts.

Strangely enough, there seems to be a sort of curfew happening. While everyone will not be expected to be in the hotel necessarily, they must take shelter in the newly opened Club Penance, Casino Styx, Hella Shorty's, or other establishments. They must either stay the night in these establishments or be escorted to the hotel by demonic guards. These guards will be doing rounds around the Penance community to ensure no one is out alone. Do not fight them or they may surprise you with how strong they can be.

Additionally, anyone caught defying curfew knowingly or fighting back will be locked in their rooms for up to three days as a potential danger to the community as a whole. There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there and the demons are absolutely trying to keep everyone as safe as they can!

Otherwise, it's business as usual around Penance, so go on an exploration! Bundle up against the cold! Have fun!

Reach Up High

WARNINGS: cutting, blood, torture

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord unfortunately expects some participation despite the current state of things. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed The Torture Room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Unfortunately, due to Father coming back into the picture, I know that He will demand punishment be delivered despite our circumstances. I have chosen a rather easy one, focused on honesty and acceptance of your sins. Please pick up a knife and choose a sin from each of your lists to carve upon your skin. Aid each other in your journey, carve the words to help your fellow penitent be candid with everyone around them!"

The voice rings out within the sinners' heads as it always does, although Lucifer seems agitated at the moment, hesitant in some way that he usually isn't.

"I do apologize for this. If it was up to me, you would have been free of additional torment this month. However, there will be additional incentive for anyone who should try to resist the task I've appointed them."

It isn't a lie nor an idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Reopening

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.

Club Penance is finally back! And with themed nights to start off all the fun. This night's theme is: Anything But Clothes. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are entirely without clothes (and any ounce of shame!). They're eager to get right back to business. They're very encouraging of others to do the same whether it be immediately or in sexy strip shows.

On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.

As usual, these demons play under respectable rules in the club, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up

Guests who refused to undress may also find their clothes randomly disappearing, or being torn off by some eager patron or demon who is a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.

For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:

Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.

Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.

The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.

Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.

But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.

Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.

The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?

Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.

The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.

Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!

For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright nakedness, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.

It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.

Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?

Prompt II: Your Average Hotel Night

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.

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Stand Your Ground

The new guest sticks out as a sore thumb. While he's not that much taller than a human, he's certainly bigger, and that's on top of the whole being a feline-like monster thing. Or that's at the first glance, at least; he just might be one of the least monstrous things around here when push comes to shove.

Ferroc's ears flick uncertainly as he looks around the coffee shop. His gaze pauses on the mascot rat, and the demonic barrista hurriedly snatches it away, as if afraid the new patron might eat it as a side snack.

He clears his throat awkwardly and swishes his tail.

"Right. Hello. Do any of those drinks come in not toy-sized mugs?"

His voice sounds suprisingly normal considering his looks, although it's likely rather low and a little growly here and there.

Reach Up High

This all sounds like some kind of a sick game. The names and words used mean nothing to him -- the charr had no gods, and even the humans of his world worshipped The Six rather than anybody called Father. Which, by the way, was a rather ridiculous name for someone trying to pass as a god. It's as if it was suddenly announced that the Commander's real name was Poobah Snugglemunch. Uninspiring. Ridiculous. It does vaguely remind him of the Mad King, but there's not enough similarities to suspect something going haywire in the Mad Realm. Still...

He looks at the dagger selection rather unimpressed. Those things are probably smaller than one of his claws, but that's not the only thing wrong with this.

"Do they really expect us to torture each other?" He frowns, fangs baring for a moment in a grimace as he tries the door, slamming his shoulder into it a couple times, then seems to be tinkering with the lock. Finally, he glances back at whoever his fellow prisoner is. "I don't think they thought this through."

Among other things: he's covered in thick fur head to toe. Anybody trying to carve anything on him would need to shave a patch first.

Follow Me Down II

Charr have a certain notoriety for fighting and drinking, and while Ferroc is more mellow than most, that does not mean he can't indulge in either every now and then. He's been curious about the alcohol, hoping for something to remind him of home, but they don't seem to have anything he's asking for. Finally, the barkeep hands him a pint glass of fire whiskey, and after securing some roasted meat (read: probably an entire leg of a sizeable hellbeast) he squeezes himself into a nearby seat to try and enjoy it before something worse happens.

He might end up accidentally pushing at you a bit. Why is everything so small in this place?

"Oh, excuse me." He glances at your direction, seemingly sniffing a little instead of trying to focus on your face too much. Look, most humans looked the same, but they could have fairly distinctive smells. "Have you been here long?"

Leonard doesn't exactly startle when the enormous creature comes in and waits politely in line for coffee. Ferroc is big, sure, but he's had to down bigger: a memory of a half-man, half-shark comes to mind.

But he does play rather still and cautious, wondering what sort of demonic furball dreamed this guy up. Until he speaks, and it's all the resident thief can do not to crack a grin.

Oh, no..

"Shockingly, you might be better off with the whole carafe." He says, slowly getting to his feet. Strange that Hell seems to be making him more generous with his time instead of less.

It's a good idea to be cautious. Humans were fragile, after all. But they could be formidable, too. There's a reason why Ferroc prefers building machines over fighting on the front lines, and that's that he's not all that fond of conflict. Yes, it got him teased back home.

So when he turns his head to look at the speaking human -- a little more difficult to hear medium pitch for him than high or low -- he's a little cautious too, the tuft on his tail flicking side to side a few times just like an uncertain cat's.

"Have you tried any of it? I'd appreciate a recommendation."

The barrista, in the meantime, is already retrieving a carafe, looking rather nervous. Sure, demons had seen some shit, but even huge hellbeasts were usually not intelligent or polite, so they're not sure what to expect.

"It all kind of smells like Mad King's Festival."

Look at that, his realm has a Halloween. Sort of. He actually likes it, too, even though it was probably started by humans. They had a truce now, though, so he could enjoy it to his heart's content.

"Sure. Regular and decaf. I'm not much for anything too fancy." He gives a wink to the demonic barista, and holds his hand out for the carafe, to give to Ferroc. Don't worry about it, he's got this.

And if he doesn't, then he'll be grateful that limbs grow back here.

He holds the carafe out to Ferroc, gaze steady.

"Is that someone I should know? My country is a little unimaginative in terms of mad kings."

The barista looks absolutely relieved and gladly passes the filled carafe over. Bean the rat attempts to escape out of their pocket, so they snatch it again and retreat to hide it in the staff room.

"Thank you."

Ferroc reaches for the carafe, slowly, clearly trying to be careful. Which is a good thing, since his hands -- paws? -- have at the very least the strength of a tiger's, and those things can kill an animal their own size with one swipe. He manages to take it without any misfortunes, though, and moves toward the nearest empty table, squeezing himself into the seat. It's pretty funny.

"Well, he was a human king," he muses as if every single human should have obviously known all other humans, and inspects his coffee with a curious look. "I'm not very into history, but he was crazier than a sack of grawl on fire and he still returns to haunt our realm every year. The festival is quite fun, actually, though it's no Meatoberfest."

Those paws are the size of his head: Leonard stays very still in handing the drink over, wary of large claws come to smash glass or worse. As Ferroc takes the carafe, he gives a rough grin and follows after.

"I hesitate to ask. Our holidays don't exactly coincide."

Ferroc gives him a double-take, as if just realizing what he said.

"Sorry. I'm still getting over the whole... different realms thing."

Which wasn't an entirely new concept for him, but usually there were no more than two mixing at a time, and most of the inhabitants tended to still be... familiar with Tyria in some way. Perhaps he had simply not encountered others, he was living the proof of it now.

He tastes the coffee -- which he does by dipping his tongue into it like a cat. Apparently pleased enough with the result, he raises the carafe to take a swig in a more humanoid fashion.

"Huh. I thought it would be stronger. Right, you wanted to know about --?"

Pulling up a chair he settles down in it, grinning openly now. Other worlds fascinate him on a primal level; despite being in Hell, or a version of it, he's curious about where everyone comes from.

And what kinds of treasures might be around for him to steal.

"Gonna have to go to the bar for something stronger. What's Meatoberfest?"

There's actually lots of treasure laying around for stealing, and plenty of adventurers do so back home. It's practically a legit occupation.

Ferroc seems to light up a bit, his nose twitching slightly. Must be a fond memory. "It's a local festival. Lots of meat, and booze, and competitions, and have I mentioned meat? Farmers always bring their best cuts for the celebration. Plenty of chances to knock some heads together, too." He pauses and gives Leonard a very serious look, "Have you ever tried charred dolyak? It's amazing."

"For something called Meatoberfest, I should hope so." He says dryly, but makes a note to tell Mick about this. Good place to visit if they ever get out of here.

"Can't say that I have. What kinda animal is that?"

Ferroc licks his muzzle, apparently unbothered by the remark, and takes a long sip from the carafe before turning his head to give the human a long look.

Other dimensions were terrible.

"It's, hm... A bit like a cow, but bigger, meatier and hairier."

It's really pretty close to yaks and bisons on Earth, not that he knows of such animals to make a comparison.

"Sounds delicious." He remarks, imagining it. He matches that staredown from his own cup of coffee, stonefaced and not letting anything slip from his end.

"How's the coffee treating you?"

Ferroc Sandmane | Guild Wars 2 (OC)

Stand Your Ground

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