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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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    stardustdaozhang: (Listen)

    Xiao Xingchen | MDZS | old blood

    [personal profile] stardustdaozhang 2021-08-25 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
    Library

      Ah... someone reading out loud lore that might be relevant, possibly, even if the stories sound so random and contradict each other - of course Xiao Xingchen is there, listening attentively and then asking quiet questions.

      Those reading are goblins, and yes, he can tell they are not - but he has been here for more than a year, as far as he can tell. This is not exactly the kind of thing that will scare him... or even worry him all that much.

      Mostly, he is always voracious for more information. Especially with so much that he is still learning about other realms' stories.

    Reach up high

      "Ah... you might need to tell me what is on your list, I will do my best to make that quick."

      A blind man with a blade, hmm. Oddly, he is actually rather skilled. If you want a scar of beautiful if blindness-distorted Chinese calligraphy.

    Wildcard

      ooc: Tag in with anything else, or hit me up for other prompts/options!
    mcfakeass: (aoba 8)

    aoba kuronuma / durarara!!

    [personal profile] mcfakeass 2021-08-25 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    ɪ. ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ)
    (This makes little to no sense. The smell of kerosene and burning hair still lingers in his nostrils as he descended, the sight of a man on fire running past his van's direction once he came to Mikado's aid - the same sweet-talking boy who had just set a fucker on fire. The same mellow dude who had stabbed his hand through with a pen, telling him to accept his fury. When he opens his eyes, this is the first thing Aoba worries about - where the fuck is Mikado? What is this place? Was he kidnapped that very instant? None of this sounded out of question with the life he leads.

    It's a shock, but he reckons he deserves it somewhat; Aoba wasn't kind to anyone, and in fact, in his mind, the most effortless thought was of hatred. Hatred for humanity, disregard for people and their predicaments, seeing people as only means only hate hate hate hate... All tucked away in the front of a sweet, enthusiastic young boy. A mask that he keeps in place so efficiently when needed that it's the one the person who finds him will see, an apologetic smile as he looks around bewildered.)


    Excuse me, I just got here, and I hate to say it, but I'm absolutely lost. Would you mind showing me around?

    (All with the charm of a teenager. Aoba's features are delicate enough to pass as a girl, had it not been his style and voice, albeit his height doesn't exactly help him on that. All great to pass as an unassuming boy, which he has the feeling he'll have to play the part more often then not - it is Hell, after all.)


    ɪɪ. ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ (ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙꜱ)
    (Curfew? What is he, twelve? Aoba's eyes widen when he's rushed towards the first establishment close by for the night, being told that he cannot be roaming the streets of Hell so late at night - and it's not even that late to begin with, he'd like to argue. Most interesting things happen at night, and he's curious, willing to poke around and see how he can profit... Maybe a better room, some benefits, he's not asking much... There should be some prizes for someone who made to Hell with so little lifetime, no?

    But instead, he finds himself in Club Penance, before the Anything But Clothes festivities start. One may catch a kid staring at the succubus with goggled eyes, mouth agape, completely unsure where to place his eyes. Hormones, etc. One may also notice how the same interested eyes seem to close every now and then, like he's in the midst of a very interesting lecture, but hasn't slept the night before. Help the child, he shouldn't even be here.)

    ɪɪɪ. ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ʜɪɢʜ (ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜰᴇᴇᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ)
    (A prank? Aoba tries his best to keep his cool as he takes his list to himself, rolling it so that there's no glancing on the words atop of it. He's trying to be nice, goddamnit, why must Hell unmask him like this? With frowned eyebrows, Aoba listens to the words that echo the room. At the very least, he's no stranger to pain, and there's no need to wait until it looks like he's been put through a blender for something that'd be faster and much less painful to just get it over with.

    The only problem is the spot. There's a groan as Aoba removes his shoe, settles on the floor with his foot on his hand, and takes a deep breath. It's happening. He's going to carve the sole of his foot - nobody's going to see it there, probably.)

    ɪᴠ. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
    (Feel free to tag me with a surprise, or to discuss, boop me at [plurk.com profile] newmeatjb!)
    twatter: ([ 139 ])

    Technical Boy | American Gods | OTA

    [personal profile] twatter 2021-08-25 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
    A; Stand Your Ground (cw: drug addiction mentions)

    [ Tech Boy is sitting alone outside Helluva Cup with a coffee warming his hands, his expression faraway. He's here, but also not -- which really explains why he's been able to hold onto the cup for so damn long when it's basically scalding. Pixelations dance over his skin, working overtime to mend his burns and yet he doesn't seem to notice at all.

    The whole ordeal with the mares hadn't bothered him so much. It gave him an easy excuse to return to Frenzy, a drug he had fallen in love with since the beginning. Sobriety had been thrown out the window, but could he really be blamed with all that bullshit happening?

    However, he didn't expect it to be so difficult to return to sobriety after the fact. He wouldn't claim he's addicted -- after all, his body heals the physical dependency, but everything just seems so bleak without it. He longs for the colors and energy of Frenzy. He longs to get out of his own head and experience bliss again. He made a promise, though, and he intends to stick to it.

    Tech frowns and finally turns to his drink, lifting it to his lips and then immediately spitting it out. ]


    What the fuck? I ordered black coffee. Why does this taste like fucking pumpkin??


    B; Reach Up High (cw: blood, torture, knife play)

    [ Up until this point, torture had always seemed optional. Something to be avoided in Mammon's lands or just something skirted around by going to that stupid island or dealing with the Mares. Now, Tech finds himself locked in a room and he damn well is pounding on that door and demanding to be let out. It's no use. Even when it does open up and someone gets shoved in there with him, he doesn't get the chance to escape.

    With a begrudging sigh, he turns toward the table as his list of sins appears, eyeing it and then the knives, and then the other person with a frown. If he hadn't seen some crude scarred words on Monika's body, he might have been a bit more confused. But it's pretty easy to deduce what Lucifer wants here. ]


    This is fucked...


    C; Club Penance

    [ Now this? This is what he's talking about. Tech has taken to the dance portion of Club Penance like a bird to the sky, spending most nights dancing, vibing, and drinking in the many electronics surrounding them. The bass hits like a heartbeat, pounding through him with artificial life. This is his element and he's more than happy to return to it. Any strangers who might be wallflowering or familiar faces will find themselves grabbed by the arm and tugged into the sea of gyrating bodies. ]

    C'mon! Let's dance!

    [ There's no say in the matter. Once joining the mass of dancers, refusal is no longer an option with the way people bump into each other and force them to move to the beat. ]

    Gotta admit, [ he shouts over the music ] hell hasn't skimped on this place!

    [ His clothing, which is always club friendly, takes on a mesmerizing hue under the cast of strobing black lights. ]


    D; Wildcard

    [ Choose your own adventure! ]
    enoderedrum: (Default)

    Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle

    [personal profile] enoderedrum 2021-08-25 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    FOLLOW ME DOWN (I.)CW: drug use etc.

    Noah was quieter than usual. Everything had piled up on him (some of his own volition).

    Too much bullshit. There has been too much bullshit going on as of late and the Club reopening seemed like the best decision considering the circumstances. One night, that's all he needed, and after that he would try to get back to some sort of normalcy. At least as long as it was allowed.

    He was still iffy about taking any drugs that didn't come straight from Kavinsky's own head, which was why he had snagged something out of the stash in their room before he'd left. He didn't know what it did. What it was. Or what the repercussions of it would be but that was kind of the fun about it. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat - magic.

    His entire world was a little fuzzy around the edges and it was easy to weave around the strangers and the demons in the place. None of them wore hoods. None of them were touching him in ways that made him want to run away. In fact, it all felt rather nice the way he was being touched, even in passing. He stopped periodically with a drink in one hand to enjoy fragments of the shows but unless he is snagged by someone, he eventually will make a bee line for the dance portion of the club.

    Frenzy isn't something he normally would partake in if given the choice but he wanted more. He wanted to feel no emotion, just, everything else. If that made sense. So he took it (pill form for convenience) and changed into actual clothing; something white, sleeveless, cause he liked the way it glowed a little under the lights.

    You can find him dancing either with everyone else or on some table as he's known to do; uncaring of anything but the way that he can taste the words of the songs and he can see the melody bouncing off of the lights. He doesn't care about the demons, or fucking Lucifer, or dragons, or muzzles, or nightmares or evil men. Nothing.

    Sometimes he finds a body that just feels nice under his hands and focuses on that; texture and warmth.

    Sometimes, now that he is so far gone that he no longer cares, he snags drinks as they pass. The burn is different from the poison, burns still, but in a good way.

    Stopping to get a drink is pretty much the only time he stops dancing, and the only time his eyes, half lidded but bright, search the throng of people to find anyone familiar.

    Sometimes it's a fail and he just weaves his way back in with a new stranger. Other times, he grins and grabs at someone, "Dance with me!"


    WILDCARD
    Do the thing. Anything. Open.

    Edited 2021-08-25 19:52 (UTC)
    lightlessflame: (53)

    Agnes Montague | The Magnus Archives

    [personal profile] lightlessflame 2021-08-25 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    stand your ground

    [A coffee shop in Hell is certainly more of a comfort than Agnes could've ever expected. At least, it seems that way until she actually orders. The overwhelming stench of pumpkin shouldn't be too much of a bother, but then she discovers that the spices have infiltrated her own cup, and her already melancholy air takes a steep nosedive. She frowns.]

    I ordered a plain coffee.

    [When the demon running the shop offers little more than a shrug in response...well, did it seem to suddenly get hotter in here? What poor customer service! The cup in her hand boils over, and she doesn't flinch as the searing liquid falls over her skin in its pathway to the floor. She just stares, blankly and unforgiving, at the barista.]

    reach up high

    [In more ordinary circumstances, Agnes wouldn't allow herself to be dragged to any given place. The demons here, they don't frighten her. Still, she decides that her best bet is to remain compliant, for now, untill she at least has a better idea of exactly the sort of strength that the creatures of this world truly possess. And so she arrives at the gym without struggle, and is left without any undo roughness.

    After Lucifer's expalantion, her dark eyes find the knives. This is a pity; how can she avoid hurting the poor soul that's been stuck in here with her?]


    You wouldn't happen to have a pair of gloves, by any chance?

    wildcard

    [Feel free to run into her anywhere else! She can be expected to be broody and depressed in any given location! I'm happy with a surprise prompt or a request for one!]
    mcpieceofshit: (vS9IiozL)

    Izaya Orihara / Durarara!!

    [personal profile] mcpieceofshit 2021-08-25 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    𝒾. 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒷𝓈 (𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹)

    (Sure, curfew, except how in the Hell is he getting home from his office now? From the suburbs, a figure in black, recognizable by the furlined coat can be seen skipping from the heights, as give himself a better view of his surroundings as he attempts, he swears, to make it back to his suite.

    When he touches the ground again, he attempts his best to be silent, but while gracious, he might not have fulfilled his first requirement. With a finger to his lips, he whispers.)


    They're far enough. We should get going.

    (Later that day, he'll be detained in his room for three days, as per protocol, due to his curfew break. Right now, though, it's a race against time, and he fully intends to win.)


    𝒾𝒾. 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 (𝒸𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈)

    (Good fashioned torture, just great. Izaya's not very into it. His list is out there to be seen, and most likely, it won't impress anyone, even if it is quite long to begin with, and he takes a closer look as to choose whichever will give him less trouble to write.

    Don't let him stop you, feel free to go first. He'd love to see a straightforward act or an anxious hesitance.)


    𝒾𝒾𝒾. 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

    (He sees it, and he nopes the fuck out of it immediately. After being locked in his room for THREE ENTIRE DAYS, Izaya lost his mind, so many things were set on fire, so much whining out of sheer boredom that he decided to go to the place most people would flock to as soon as he's out of the torture room. The spot of skin he tore opened still hurts, but he'll most likely survive, all he needs is a little pick me up in the shape of amusement.

    Except he sees the nakedness, where he expected to pick up some gossip because in places like these, people tend to let their guard down. Next thing he knows, he's in different clothes, accessories, and buttons sparkling with neon and rings glowing in the dark, most of his lean and somewhat toned torso on display. Not that he cares, currently, because he's dancing! Having the time of his life! Dance with him, maybe?)


    𝒾𝓋. 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹
    (Nothing here? Wildcard me or boop me to discuss!)


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    Negan | The Walking Dead | OTA

    [personal profile] neganomics 2021-08-25 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    A; Helluva Cup

    [ After everything that went down at the hospital, Negan essentially slept for a couple of days. Even now, he could use more sleep. But instead, he decides to be a functional member of this little community and do what he used to -- get himself a cup of coffee to burn off the grogginess. He stands in line at the counter, a barbed wire baseball bat resting against his shoulder. Seems like Lucille is out on this little date with him. ]

    Pumpkin Spice? Shit, that takes me back. [ He says to no one in particular. Hell, maybe he's even talking to his bat. ] All them college cuties hanging out at the coffee shop, sipping their lattes as I drove past. I'm sure it's gonna suck in this place, but hell. Let's do it for nostalgia's sake.

    [ He grins as he reaches the counter and orders before gesturing toward the person nearby -- whether they want it or not. ]

    Make it double.


    B; Hotel Bar (cw: alcohol use)

    [ They're not allowed out of the hotel, which would be a damn shame if they didn't have this bar right here. But as it is, Negan has been drinking heavily because eventually with enough drinking, he can forget about his nightmares -- he can forget about his undead wife as she shambled after him in the hospital halls, he can forget about the creepy fucking nurses and the padded rooms, he can forget all those terrifying noises he heard on the verge of sleep every night.

    Tossing back his seventh shot of whiskey, as the call rings out from the karaoke stage for participants, he's definitely drunk enough to get up there and take the microphone with a loud screech. ]


    This one goes out to that sexy lady sitting in the third stool on the left side of the bar. Hi. I'm Negan. Hit me up after this.

    [ He flashes his smarmy grin to said lady -- human or demon or something else. But he flops onto a provided stool and begins to sing a number of tunes (although "sing" is rather subjective as it's more like talk singing in his gravelly southern drawl.) It ranges from the more upbeat Devil Went Down to Georgia to a more heartfelt and morose You Are So Beautiful (cw: chemotherapy/cancer). While he doesn't do it the justice Joe Cocker does, there's a definite pain in his eyes -- his voice tightening and even becoming choked up over a few lyrics.

    So much for drinking to forget...

    Any boos or jeers go ignored. Negan stays on stage until someone comes up there to physically pry the damn microphone from his hands. And even then, he might fight for it. Be warned. ]



    C; Wildcard

    [ Anything goes! ]
    hooks: (no time for such a waste)

    Jet | Avatar: the last airbender

    [personal profile] hooks 2021-08-25 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
    Arrival

    [There is only pain at first. He doesn't want to breathe, can't breathe and doesn't want to have to try anymore, thought he'd been given the release of death from what little left there was to feel of his body. First he's cold, too cold, and then he's grabbed and pulled what feels like fathoms below. It's fitting, he thinks, if there is a place like that then he's probably going there, because if the whole world was wrong already why wouldn't anything beyond it be wrong too?

    For once in his life, he doesn't fight, a shameful fact he'll later retrofit as simply from the exhaustion of his crush injury and death. Suddenly he's no longer beneath a lake, there are people nearby and his hand is grabbed, and things get fuzzy from here—he can breathe again without excruciating agony, and he can feel his body from the neck down.

    It's a disorienting fugue, but as soon as he's in the hotel lobby, a tall and ruffled looking young man looking as desperate as he is angry seeks answers. He was never good at not pressing his luck against others.]


    You! [He points his twin hook swords at anyone who passes for emphasis before stepping up, glancing around with paranoia so burnt into his expression it seems branded.] So what's the deal with this place? I mean, you actually buy any of the stuff they're telling us?


    Reach Up High


    [Well, someone's quick to pick up the knife. He isn't hesitating, and isn't keen on letting his company take too much time to think about things either. With a quick twirl of his knife, Jet tries his best to seem convincing, failing to wrestle any intensity out of his attempted casual tone.]

    They're trying to mess with us by doing this. But you know what? I don't care what you've done, and I'm sure the feeling's mutual.

    [When he steps forward, a small cut has already appeared on his left cheek, a thin stream of blood dripping from it to his chin.]

    Let's just get this over with.


    Follow Me Down

    [It's been uncomfortable, watching the way people act. It's been even more uncomfortable to feel a burgeoning difficulty in controlling his thoughts beneath the constant stream of noise—he'll do anything to drown it out, but is far too paranoid to just take anything handed to him. He's asked to see it, Frenzy, and has it in his possession, but knows what he desires: it's violence, justice, freedom for his friends, and that pathetic need for redemption is drowned out by a righteousness and vindication.

    He'll approach anyone before all of the clothes come off™ and similar festivities start, holding the drug in his fist, glancing around with a paranoid flicker.]


    Is it always like this here? [Oh, but the need for a 17 year old to not look too out of touch.] Not that it bothers me, I've seen this kind of thing before. But it's just— look, have you ever been brainwashed? Because this feels kind of similar from what I'm seeing.


    Wildcard

    [ooc: anything you want! keep in mind jet is 17, if he takes frenzy he will probably go the violent route because of his very violent tendencies and desires. If you want a scrap or to beat him into good behavior, feel free to!]
    Edited 2021-08-25 21:17 (UTC)
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    Peggy Carter | MCU

    [personal profile] assays 2021-08-25 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓤𝓹 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱

    Peggy is no stranger to pain. She's been shot, stabbed and broken multiple bones. All part of the risks that came with fighting in the war and then working for the SSR. She carried on through that pain, gritting her teeth and handling it until she did what needed to be done.

    She has been in this strange room for about thirty minutes, trying every each way she could to open the door - slamming her shoulder into it, kicking it, and even banging it hard until she grabbed the attention of someone who could let her out. Oh, and Peggy also tried to pick the lock with a hairpin, but that did nothing.

    The knives in the middle of the room was certainly strange, and she guessed that they served some kind of purpose. Peggy approached the table in deep thought, reaching towards the knives when the door flung open and another person was pushed into the room with her. The door is slammed shut again - too quick for her to make a run for it.

    She looked over at the other person with concern, wanting to say something when a voice spoke in her head, sending a chill down her spine. Peggy looked at the table to see two sheets of paper appear on the table, one with her name and her sins written in blood; the other, with her new cellmate's details.

    "Did you hear that?"

    Should the other person look at Peggy's list, they would notice Murder, Disobeying orders, and Lying among them.

    𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 (𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓻)

    The booth where Peggy is seated at gives her an excellent vantage point of the entire room. It would appear that even in a bar, she was unable to relax. There's a bottle of bourbon placed on the table, a glass tumbler next to it. Rather than going to the trouble of ordering a refill, she decided to ask for the whole bottle instead.

    She picks up the bourbon and pours a generous measure into the glass before placing the bottle down again. Lifting the glass, Peggy gives it a sniff first before taking a sip; it's strong and it hits her right away, although she doesn't care about that so much. The liquor may be unbranded, but maybe it's one thing that Hell has going for it.

    When she isn't drinking, Peggy sweeps her gaze around the room like a good spy would. Looking for any signs of trouble or somebody that she knew.

    𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭

    Something else you want - network, anither location? Reply away!

    [OOC: I'm open to sex related situations with Peggy, but with some prior discussion first please. I'm reachable via pm or plurk [plurk.com profile] marymoo]
    Edited 2021-08-25 21:07 (UTC)
    metagame: (You feel unworthy of the throne.)

    Atem | Yu-Gi-Oh! (manga)

    [personal profile] metagame 2021-08-25 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. stray ghost [arrival]
    [Already through the queue, Atem braces himself against a wall to think. A contract wrought in his own blood listing plainly the sins he once committed. Did the weighing of his heart mean nothing? He presses his lips into a thin line. Unusual as his weighing was, it didn't appear to hinder his entrance into the Field of Reeds. Perhaps there was an error in his Coffin Text? A slip up in one of the invocations? He thinks of Isis Ishtar and the modern rites she prepared— she is too thorough for that to be the problem. Siamun isn't sloppy either. Could it be some sort of bureaucratic problem? Are the gods bureaucrats? They certainly aren't infallible, so the mistake lies squarely on their shoulders. His fingers twitch as he pulls his cloak closer around him. That means...

    He should have never entered the Field of Reeds in the first place.

    A flutter runs through his stomach— guilt settling in place. He didn't envision oblivion to be like a horror film from the 80's. Are the memories he possesses from Yugi so strong to influence how he perceives the rivers of chaos?]


    It can be undone, huh? [His headache from earlier begins to bloom again. In attempt to mitigate the worst of it, he pinches the bridge of his nose.] Where do I even start?

    [He doesn't expect a response. Speaking to himself is just an old habit hard to break.]
    ii. dark adapt [reach up high]
    [Great, Atem's trapped in room with no way out. He tries the door a few times to be sure, but it won't budge. The headache between his eyes pitches as he wills his anxiety down to something manageable; it'll do him no good not to think straight. This is why he shouldn't have followed that crowd to that weird gym or started snooping on his own. He'll remember that old RPG stand-bys aren't applicable in hell (he may as well call a spade a spade while at it).]

    What now?

    [Since there's nothing better to do other than wait, he inspects the room. Nothing too unusual if he's honest with himself: a table with something else on it, an abundant of knives, some other medieval torture traps, and...]

    An iron maiden? [He whistles. With no pockets to force his hands to, his fingers fiddle at the hems of his cloak.] So the nightmare goes from bad to worse... This film has one hell of a budget.

    [He'd laugh if this whole thing wasn't insane. An odd little anachronism— an ancient king speaking of movies, but he knows full well the reality of his situation. It still sits heavy on his stomach and how his fingers go from idle fiddling to instead pull at his cloak. Right, the table, he better check out what's there before he forgets. Maybe it's a clue to this twisted escape room.

    He visibly winces when he sees it's yet another list of his sins.]


    Guess I deserve that... [He mumbles to himself as he rolls the parchment up in his hands.]
    iii. wild card
    [I'll happily match format if you prefer prose! If you want to play something different or have any other ideas, let me know at [plurk.com profile] moezilla or Skyler#7670 on Discord!]
    Edited 2021-08-25 21:37 (UTC)
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    Barry Allen | DCTV | OTA

    [personal profile] adultflash 2021-08-25 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    Library

    The Leviathan texts definitely catch his attention. He both attends the readings and finds any other books he can get his hands on. If anyone wants to discuss their own findings, he's happy to babble about his research with them. Even if it's all fictional accounts, it can't be a coincidence that there's a focus on them.

    Club Penance

    Barry's also feeling the need to let off a little steam after the Mares incident. He can only handle locking all that in again for so long before he bursts. He can be found in both the adult section (what, he's just looking around!) and the dancing section, wearing the closest approximation he can find in Hell to this apron and these boxers, which the incubi and succubi might be letting him keep wearing just out of pity. He'll be avoiding any drugs or alcohol, but he does get his groove on, bouncing about in a way that's probably more endearing than sexy.

    Hotel Bar

    Wow, having all this food out is just rude! Of course he's going to help himself. It's not gluttony if you need it, right?! After the snacks, he's absolutely going to sing some karaoke. And he's talented, which hopefully makes up for anyone who couldn't sing on pitch that evening. For the karaoke part of the evening he's dressed in jeans and his STAR Labs t-shirt.
    Edited 2021-08-25 22:24 (UTC)

    yugi mutou | yugioh!

    [personal profile] unpuzzled 2021-08-26 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
    i. library
    [Yugi is a man on a mission once the Mares have been dealt with. This month feels like one where he has to make moves and find information before anything gets any worse.

    As soon as he hears that the library is offering readings on Leviathan he makes a beeline for a table and listens in, sometimes wandering off to see if there are any texts that stand out on the shelves for himself, reaching up to take a look at that interesting-looking book juuuust out of reach on that high shelf... he could probably use a hand there.

    School? Not his thing. Studying? Also not his thing. The library is usually not the option to pick in RPG scenarios, so he doesn't twig to it being useful from that perspective either. But the mention of something called a Leviathan being involved in a plot where souls are taken? That sounds uncomfortably familiar.]

    ii. nobody's gonna know
    [Oh, he's well aware of the curfew, and on most days Yugi would quietly abide by it. But this isn't rulebreaking for the sake of rulebreaking - why else would there be a curfew unless there was something to discover after? Library mechanics aren't usually the most useful options in a game, but trying to go stealth and bypass enemies to find some important information? That's a mainstay in any action RPG.

    With someone he knows, he may try to convince you to come out with him as a fellow rulebreaker, eyes bright and eager as he whispers out his plan.]


    Come on, just for a while? We can just take a quick look around before anyone even notices we're gone. Where's the harm in that?

    [Or maybe you two don't know each other - both rulebreaking for your own reasons, past curfew and trying not to get caught. Yugi will gladly take some companionship this evening.

    Or, whether you know him or not, maybe you're trying to scold him and drag him into the nearest venue so he doesn't get in trouble. It's about the only way he'd step anywhere near establishments like Club Penance.]

    iii. they're gonna know (closed to roommates and cr)
    [The bad news is - he does eventually get caught from his little post-curfew outing. But the good news is that the punishment isn't much of a punishment at all, at least as far as hell goes. Yugi is told to stay in his suite for three days, with a guard poised outside the door.

    For any roommates or familiar faces that happen to swing by 302 for any reason, Yugi has taken up residence at the common area table, surrounded by games only half-set up and his Duel Monsters cards, his attention on a half-finished house of cards. It should be finished, an easy task, but he's distracted and unhappy that he can't go anywhere and--

    -- he's frustrated. Maybe even sulky if you squint just so.]

    iv. w i l d c a r d
    [Feel free to pm me with any specific ideas, or throw down a prompt! Also happy to draft up any additional closed prompts. Will match format to prose if preferred as well!]
    Edited 2021-08-26 02:09 (UTC)
    sasstrophysics: (surface tension)

    Darcy Lewis | MCU | ota

    [personal profile] sasstrophysics 2021-08-26 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Helluva Cup

    [Darcy is thrilled to feel that chill in the air. She’s a fan autumn and winter fashion and this is vastly superior to the heatwave from a month ago. She can be found exploring various locations in her signature knit infinity scarf and beanie.

    Perched on her shoulder is her baby dragon from Mammon's island. He has become something of an emotional support dragon in the aftermath of two weeks worth of nightmares.

    And of course when she discovers that Pumpkin Spice exists in Hell, she has to try it out. She orders a medium cup of spiced hell coffee, takes a sip…and immediately chokes.]


    Holy shit. [She coughs, making a face.] Whoever said there was no such thing as too much pumpkin spice was wrong because this is way, way too much pumpkin spice.

    II. Curfew + Follow Me Down

    [Darcy finds herself running a little late and ducks into club Penance just before curfew. Being vaguely put off by the naked time theme and over-eager demons she makes a beeline for the dance portion of the club, where she can remained clothed without being bothered. Or at least mostly clothed.

    She does end up in a rather gaudy outfit but it’s better than nothing, okay.

    She’s not dancing so much as…swishing and swaying and watching her dress sparkle in the club lights.]


    I feel very shiny.

    III. Wildcard

    [Hit me up with something else, if you want! And I will match style if you prefer prose.]
    Edited 2021-08-26 02:23 (UTC)
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    Henry Sturges: ALVH

    [personal profile] whichisit 2021-08-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
    Stand Your Ground:
    Henry sits in Helluva a Cup; the name had made him snort when he first saw it; it seems puns are as popular in hell as they are on earth.

    He sips from a teacup in front of him. The spiced blood is interesting, he's not sure about it just yet, and he hopes it doesn't come back to bite him in the ass.

    He's jotting down in his journal what had happened in the hospital. It had been horrifying. Watching his nightmares over and over again and again, all of them equally traumatizing in different ways. But he writes things out and will move past them.

    What he's stuck on was being partly human again and turning back, all that pain he had forgotten because it was so long ago fresh in his mind, the drive to feed. But luckily, the change hadn't been so completely that he lost the control that came with age.

    Henry set sets the cup back down, and a contemplative expression on his face.

    Reach Up High:

    Death of Mother and Unborn Child, Dub Con, and Blood


    Rooms in this place had a habit of trapping people, and this one seemed no different. First, he sees the knives on the wall and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then he sees his list on the wall.

    You let your wife die; you let Crowly kill her and your unborn child. You didn't do anything, and it's why you were condemned and turned.

    You took advantage of and took the purity of Virginia, a girl you raised from a baby, you turned her, you ruined her in every way a male vampire can run a girl.

    You couldn't just let him die; you turned him into the thing he hates. No matter how much Abraham cared for you and your friendship, he couldn't stand most of your kind, and you broke the vow you made after Virginia and turned him.

    Henry picks up one of the knives and sits on the floor, unsure at the moment what to do. He'll have the details soon enough; he pushes his fingers through his hair and shakes his head, eye going back to the list on the wall.

    Follow Me Down:

    1: Henry looks around the naked bodies moving through the crowd; sexual energy runs through the air, making the darker part of him hum. As he moves into the club, he realizes there isn't a choice in the matter of getting to wear clothes are not, and well, that certainly makes things interesting, to say the least.

    2: Henry leans against the wall watching people dance and move to the beat of the music, enjoying watching a bit of normalcy in this place, or as normal as things can be in hell. Back on earth, this would be one of his hunting grounds, but here the field is too small, tight-knit, and well, too few here seem to be the kind of sinner, wrongdoer that he hunted at home. Or at least no one he met yet.

    Wild Card:
    As always, Henry can be found at the bar with a book and a glass of blood or enjoying some Hookah.

    Note for Follow Me Down: Open to drugs, but lets plot first, hit me up on Plurk:[plurk.com profile] Fuck_Mars As always, if there is something you want, hit me up on plurk I will probably be down for it.




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    Caleb Widogast | Critical Role

    [personal profile] dirtywizardman 2021-08-26 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    Stand Your Ground
    In the aftermath of so much terror and malaise, Caleb was grateful for a moments respite. It felt like too much, almost. Like the calm before a storm. He tried to think how to anticipate.

    Like so much of his time, Caleb found himself more and more in the Library. The specific interests of the Goblins this time didn't interest him very much, though their curation of a reading list of fictions surrounding the Leviathan did draw his attention and he found himself lingering at the back of some of these sessions, taking notes. Stories and legends did, after all, often come from reality. He had lived enough of that.

    Other than that, he set to learning everything he could about the grounds of their walled compound. One could almost always find him out and about, speaking to demons, investigating strange buildings that he was less familiar with. He had a particular affinity for the greenhouse, the stables and the bathhouse, since they were on the more familiar side of things.

    He had components to try and source. Spells to try and rework in this place. All of these things took time and effort and diligent attention to what was available. It would probably be easier if he could figure out where trade came from around here, but he wasn't too worried about it yet.

    The curfew was another thing entirely. It wasn't that Caleb was deliberately trying to make a mockery of these so called safety measures, but there might have been some consideration of whether or not it really did anything. So he was certainly pushing the limits and seeing what he could get away with.

    Reach Up High
    I. In the Room - OTA
    This was not what Caleb was expecting to have happen.

    It was not the first time that Caleb had stood in a room like this, facing someone. It was a different method that he had ever used. An entirely different course. The command was clear and present and stank of the way Trent had always spoken to him and his friends when they were students.

    Help your fellow. No, Caleb knew the truth of how these things worked now. He pulled his amulet out of his shirt and held it, focusing carefully and murmuring an incantation to invoke Mind Blank and find peace within himself.

    The last month had been difficult. But he could survive this.

    II. After - CLOSED TO CLOSE CR
    He had survived it.

    Wounds, like all things, would fade. These scars would blend in with the others. And, in the end, he was whole. That was all he could ask.

    He didn't want to depend on others at the moment, feeling raw and vulnerable in the face of what had happened in that room. But he knew that was an old reaction to an older concern. Instead, he went looking. There was no healing in this place, he was fairly certain. Not like he knew. But there was, at least, a moment of succor that might be found in familiar presences.

    Wildcard
    [Find Caleb anywhere around the Penance compound! Drag him to the hotel bar, Helluva Cup, or even *gasp* Club Penance (though if you tell him what happens there, he will rudely walk away). If you'd like a specialty prompt, plot with me at [plurk.com profile] besosde or on discord at krempuffs#5806]
    mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (17.bought a $100 bottle of champagne)

    Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle

    [personal profile] mitsubishievo 2021-08-26 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    REACH UP HIGH - cw: consent issues, compulsion, knife play
    Standing over six feet, with dark, hooded eyes and a lean, angular face, Joseph Kavinsky was a presence in a room like this. He looked like he belonged. He didn't look at either of the lists on the table, but he picked up one of the knives in a hand that had gone soot-black, ink-black, fingers longer than they should have been. Graceful and dangerous. The black went up and up and up his arms, an oil slick.

    Once, it had only been his fingers. Now, the black consumed his arms, all the way up, disappearing into the artfully sagging arms of his shirt and hinting shadows onto his neck. When he held the knife, it was a suggestive extension of his too long fingers and the claws on them.

    He watched, quick darts of heavy-lidded, dark, sunken eyes. Never quite lingering to look too long. And he smiled. A slice of too much knowledge.

    "Welcome to Hell." When he looked at his fellow captive finally, his gaze pinning down long enough, his voice dripped with a little too much suggestion. "Why don't you tell me how you want to do this."


    FOLLOW ME DOWN - cw: underage use of drugs/alcohol, bondage, potential for underage sex
    Knowing how agitated he's been around groups recently, Kavinsky knew that the Club was a bad idea, but it didn't matter. He needed this. He'd missed this. And it was here, now. He really, really needed it, especially after so many months without it.

    Everything inside the club seemed to be more, impossibly heightened, and he didn't need to have the drugs, the drinks, everything else. He still did. He'd come high, and he planned to maintain that as long as he possibly could.

    Sporting nothing but cheeky shorts and a restrictive rope harness that kept his black arms behind his back, Kavinsky wandered through the crowd, relishing in the feeling of the crowd around him.

    "Hey," he said, strolling up close to the nearest body and grinning broadly. "Help me with a drink?"


    WILDCARD
    [Find Kavinsky anywhere around the Penance compound! If you'd like a specialty prompt, plot with me at [plurk.com profile] besosde or on discord at krempuffs#5806]
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    seto kaiba | yugioh | ota

    [personal profile] neutronblast 2021-08-26 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    knife to meet you.
    cw: cutting, blood, torture

    [through some stroke of fate or just dumb luck, kaiba had managed to avoid most of the hellish torture until now. sure, he had been scarred and burned by cultists, but he wasn't intimately acquainted with knives until now, as he's shoved into the nightmarish room with his sins laid out for all to see. or maybe just one person in this case.

    he doesn't even look at the lists. instead, he stares warily at the blades as lucifer booms in his head.]


    Well, this sucks.

    [yeah. no kidding. he's not too fond of scars and that's exactly where this was headed.]

    way down low.
    cw: drugs, alcohol, aphro

    [against his better judgment, kaiba decides to check out the re-opened club penance. and regrets it immediately.

    sex was sex. he doesn't care one way or another; he's had a few partners here and dalliances back home. so it doesn't bother him to see it on full display. it does bother him, however, that the demons keep needling him to shed his layers and even undress entirely. eventually he sates them by stripping down to skintight leather pants, which hug his hips and leave him bare above the waist. now he's on display too, sipping at his mojito and letting the drugs -- slipped into his drink -- lull him into submission.

    for the most part, kaiba keeps to himself in the booth. but he's not adverse to company or conversation and may even be lured into a dance, if one chooses to engage him.]


    we bonded.
    cw: dubcon

    [as kaiba winds down in the club, he unwittingly gets roped into testing out hell's latest concoction: a curious drug said to bond people together.

    it's exactly the sort of thing he would rather avoid. because people were pretty much the worst. even under the best circumstances, even with those he could tolerate, he kept them at a distance. it was easier that way, to act above it all. it was easier to seal those emotions shut and pretend they didn't exist. except he can't now.

    when he locks eyes with you, it's pretty much over. intensity takes over. there's no escape from it.]


    Hey. Come with me.

    [where we they going? it didn't matter. he just knows they have to be together.]

    wildcard.

    [kaiba can also be found at helluva cup, bitching about pumpkin spice, or breaking curfew. feel free to run into him there or anywhere else! his "canon" scar has already been decided for the first prompt, but multiple threads are welcome. the second prompt is open to anything in the club as well. hit me up with any other ideas!]
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    Shion | No.6 | OTA

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2021-08-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    Clean Up

    At least the mares were over. Being allowed to leave the hospital was great, even if it was to another disaster area. It felt like all they've done for the last six months is rebuild and clean up after disasters. Even the holiday at Mammon's had been so repairs could be made.

    He can be found around Hellburbia, hauling ruined things away or doing his best to fix what can be fixed. He's still not good at any of this but he's at least practised. Hard work can about make up for the lack of natural talent.

    He nods at anyone he sees with a friendly smile. Though the rumours are worrying, anything to do with the order is terrifying. Especially knowing that they had hurt people again. And would continue to do so. That they had something planned.

    Thinking too hard would bring panic. So he just continued to clean and rebuild, piece by piece.

    Helluva Cup

    A lot of hell was awful, but some of it wasn't too bad and this spice was one of those things. He doesn't seem to mind that there is far too much of it, he is sat by a window of the cafe writing something in a notebook with a cup of coffee in front of him.

    He is a bit skittish, it's been a rough few months so anyone who comes near will get a wary look that will quickly turn into a smile.

    "Hello, are you alright?" There's space at his table and he will offer it if anyone is without a seat.

    Library

    Shion spends a lot of time in the library anyways, or at least had done until the battle, he is keen to return and very interested in the readings the goblins are doing.

    Two years in hell and still there are so many new stories, ones he has never heard before. The amount of books that there are seems more than he could ever read.

    He listens with rapt attention, listening more than he speaks during the discussions. Sometimes jotting things down in his notebook but most the time just listening, attentive, memorising it all.

    Reach up High cw: Knives, blood, cutting, torture

    Of course it is not long before he is grabbed by a demon and shoved into a torture room. It never was. He took his place behind the table calmly and waited until the other sinner was shoved in with him.

    He gave a welcoming smile, more sad than scared and gestured to the other seat. "There's no way out, except to do what he instructed."

    He still remembers how terrified he had been, the first time. But now, this particular punishment is one that has been inflicted upon him so much it no longer scares him. He can ever cut into others, as long as he reminds himself it is better in the long run, to get it over with.
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    Elcin | Original Character

    [personal profile] decaf 2021-08-26 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)

    Stand Your Ground


    "Well this is certainly a flavor." He remarks as he accepts his newly made drink.

    It's not overly sweet, the spice not too heavy, but there seems to be an overabundance of pumpkin spice in the café. He's fond of the caffeine, but he's not quite sure he's keen on the flavor, but asking for anything else was out of the question. He simply accepted the recommendation.

    Elcin takes a seat in the hotel lobby, finding himself a cozy, round cushion to sit on and curl his legs around. There's a small table nearby, and a stack of books that he's checked out from the library. From the spines they appear to be older medical texts, offering insight into what Mercy has to offer to better help their patients.

    He idly flips through one of the books, stopping on a page about the utilization of leeches for bloodletting. A fascinating topic, considering leeches weren't in use any more (at least where he's from) but he can't help but wonder the practical applications of such creatures with modern medicine.

    "Maybe I should just ask the nurses directly..." He says out loud to himself, tapping his fingers against the page.


    Reach Up High


    "This again."

    He narrows his eyes at the table before him, gazing over the list of sins and the knives places nearby. The last time he was in this room was with Lucina, and with some resolve, they both refused to take part in the game. Would he have the same resolve now? He crawls over to the list, picking it up to read it over to himself with a frown.

    "I won't be participating." He says to his partner, folding up the list and sticking it into his coat pocket. "I refuse to have another sin carved into my skin."

    Elcin takes a deep breath, holding himself steady as he looks at the knives once more. Would he be convinced otherwise to take up the knife? Would he carve a sin into the other's skin and mark them for their indefinite stay? He hopes his partner will stand firm with him, but he may be swayed.


    Wildcard


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    Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club

    [personal profile] holeinwall 2021-08-27 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    stand your ground

    back to basics

    [ She can't believe her eyes once she steps into Helluva Cup with her notebooks and pens in tow. It's no joke--she gets to experience pumpkin spice. The real deal! The ultimate sign of fall! And, well, after the past few months she's had, she could really use something nice and comforting.

    So, she indulges...even knowing the place was hit or miss.

    It's not long before her table is littered with pumpkin spice everything, from a signature "latte," something that looks like it might be a scone, a cinnamon bun that is so crusted in spice it looks like it fell into a vat of the stuff, and even a fried up sampling of Bean's pumpkin meat. The latte gets the most attention first, and she takes a sip, shivering as it travels down her throat. Definitely has a, er, kick to it.

    It's kind of nice, though. A reminder of better times. Therefore, she has to write a sad poem about this all. ]


    It's the season for sweaters and sweets, but you're not here with me...

    [ She sighs wistfully as she looks down at the sentence she's written in her notebook, along with the very sad jack-o-lantern that she'd drawn at the top of the page. Don't peek, okay? ]


    all booked up

    [ A demon's getting the tightest of hugs, much to their chagrin. But Monika doesn't care. She is all about happiness and indulgence right now. And she's glad to finally be able to enjoy her home again, the library.

    After that overly cheerful greeting, she's practically skipping her way through the freshly rebuilt aisles, giggling in a way that's only slightly unhinged. It gets even more concerning once she gets to the romance section, and she grabs book after book, clutching them like they're precious beings. Because they are!

    Eventually, her and the pile of books make it to a table, and she places them all down carefully in a perfect row--a few old favorites and some new discoveries--gently smoothing the cover of each one as she does. Then, after sitting, she pulls over one particular book, the front of which has a couple posed dramatically on a rock in front of a crashing wave. ]


    A Mermaid's Wish...I missed you.

    [ Monika pulls the book close, and then...yeah, she's hugging it. Maybe even caressing it. She's totally, totally fine, really. ]


    reach up high (cw: all mentioned above)

    Oh. This again, huh? Ahaha!

    [ There's no fighting this time around. She knows the deal. Get grabbed, get thrown into a room, carve sins. She actually looks kind of happy about it. It's the little things in life that can bring the tiniest bit of joy, and it's nice to have something fun and familiar again.

    She's snatching up her sins list and tucking it away before sitting down, though. Even after all she's been through--realizing she's horrible, she's done horrible things, yadda yadda--she still likes to control the narrative on that list by, you know, not letting anyone see it.

    With a sweet smile, she rests her chin on her hands, sighing with contentment as she hears the noise of someone else getting shoved in with her. It'll be a sweet date, just like old times! ]


    I hope you're ready to get intimate with me. I've been needing something like this for a long time...


    follow me down

    reopening (cw: potentially all mentioned above, frenzy usage)

    [ Someone's looking pretty annoyed. After getting forcibly stripped by some demons and running around like a (very naked) chicken with its head cut off, Monika eventually managed to find some lingerie to wear. As if she wanted more attention drawn to her! She'd hoped to sneak in and out, no big thing, just get some of the Frenzy she'd heard about for ages and go back to hiding in her room and pathetically get high by herself. But surely plenty of people had seen her having a fit, hadn't they? Great. Just another night in Hell...

    Her capability for caring has been gradually eroded for so long, however, that she eventually says eff it and pops the pill she came looking for. How much worse could things get?

    About twenty minutes later, that thought's not even on her mind.

    Her laughter somehow manages to cut through the music of the club wherever she goes, high-pitched and full of off-kilter joy. She's been pestering demon after demon, patron after patron, and just your luck, you're next on the list. ]


    Hi~ You look so alone!

    [ Whether or not that's true, she's sidling up, getting deep into personal space as she leans in. Because who wouldn't want to share so much happiness with her? She's got a lot to give! ]

    Come onnn. [ And her voice drops a bit lower, getting more sensual. ] Don't you want to have some fun?

    [ Is that her hand sneaking up to hold your cheek? Is this perhaps a moment for a sweet first kiss? She's definitely getting close enough to do it. ]

    Oh, right. Want something to drink? Something to make you feel good? I'm supposed to be working and all, but maybe I could take a little break with you...

    [ Because right now? You're just that special. And she definitely hasn't used this line on everyone she's come across. ]

    What d'you say? Hmm~?


    reopening (cw: alcohol)

    Oh my God, stop picking that song!

    [ She yells it across the room, vaguely in the direction of whatever horrible excuse for a person is doing karaoke, personally trying to irritate her. Grumbling loudly, she turns back to her glass of champagne and rubs her temple. The comedown from Frenzy was...not great. So she decided to finally check out the hotel bar like any normal person would and get through it the healthy way--with a drink!

    But there's only but so many times she can hear the same dumb songs over and over, even if she has no reason to be annoyed at people having fun. Not that anyone needs to know that. After all she's been through, she has a right to be crabby and entitled! ]


    You can't even sing that well! That last note was totally flat!

    [ She could do tons better. Like, if she wanted to. Not that she does! So she'll just keep being a bad heckler, even if it's directed at someone who might not have even been singing. But surely everyone understands the world revolves around her, right? Right.

    So stop singing. Or not. ]



    wildcard

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    Edited 2021-08-27 16:03 (UTC)
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    Ferroc Sandmane | Guild Wars 2 (OC)

    [personal profile] of_iron 2021-08-27 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    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?"
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    Sara Lance | DCTV | OTA - warnings in prompts

    [personal profile] captaincanary 2021-08-28 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    Reach Up High
    cw: torture, cutting, blood


    "You heard him," Sara speaks up to her partner. "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Doesn't matter to me." She could handle the pain of suffering multiple, continuous cuts if the other person prefers, and she isn't going to just force cutting on them.

    But if they want to get it over with faster, she has a blade of her own in her hands, sharpened to perfection as she flicks it up and catches the handle.

    Follow Me Down - Reopening
    cw: nudity, possible drug use


    The air is alive with the thrum of music as sinners and demons alike dancing to it. And Sara, is wearing little else than a bright smile at the thought of being back in the energy of the club, working once more. Her heart-shaped tail tip does, at times, strategically flicker over body parts, or curl around her thigh, or her waist when she greets people. Then it slyly unfurls.

    When she meets people at the door, or flutters through the crowd, she offers out a tray with Bond and Frenzy, as well as possible mixed drinks she wants people to try. She's open and honest about which is which, and leaves up to the person on what to try.

    "I've never tried Bond, actually. So I can't tell you what that's like, but the drinks...." She grins. "Tonight's theme is cookie and candy nostalgia night. That one there is Laffy Taffy, and the other one is Nilla Waffer. I also take requests."

    She doesn't mention she also takes requests on stage, or in the private rooms, but she does.

    Wildcard; good for special requests, or other ideas

    [OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Can discuss ideas with this journal, on plurk [plurk.com profile] rknrljeannedarc, or discord: midnightcat#8900. Even if we don't have plans, please feel free to respond.]
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    greg hirsch / succession

    [personal profile] answerstoboth 2021-08-30 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    arrival —

    [Greg has never had a nervous breakdown, but he's pretty sure this is what it must feel like.

    To his credit: He made it this far, made it to the hotel, without losing it. Maybe because all of what just happened was so damn... familiar. Suits. Contracts. The charged air of thinly-veiled evil all about the place. Why, it could almost pass for a version of Waystar! The mega-ultra-nightmare version of it (as opposed to the normal version of it, which is... also nightmarish, to be fair), if Greg squints really hard.

    Which he does, at the demon staffing the desk.]


    Dude.

    [His gangly form leans across the desk, voice a little low and shaky.]

    Dude, I think — I think there's been a mistake. And like, you probably hear that all the time, but — c'mon, look at me. I'm good. I was good. It's not like I killed people or babies or — I mean I did do some very... morally dubious and technically illegal things, but I thought — I coulda been like Robin Hood, you know? Steal from the rich, give to the poor.

    [It's him. He's the poor.]

    — and anyway I'm basically Jewish, and this is all — [He gestures with a long finger.] — very Christian. So. If you could like, send me back... do you have a phone? Can I talk to, like, your supervisor? Please?

    prompt I: worse than Tom's bachelor party —

    [Really, Greg has no one to blame for this but himself. He should have known better than to go to a club in Hell. He doesn't even like clubs. He can't dance. He doesn't want to dance, but —

    There's something hypnotic about what's happening in front of him. The music, the lights, the — people, he thinks they're mostly people. He can't fully tell, and it doesn't seem to matter.

    Still, he sticks close to the exit, not so much a wallflower but a wall-tree, waving off any offers of of drinks or pills or a change of clothes.

    Over the music, he shouts:]
    I don't really condone the leather industry!

    [A lie, sort of. Ignoring the leather shoes and belts and the seats of the car he only just bought a few weeks ago — what a waste — he thinks it's pretty fucked up, what they do to animals sometimes.

    Really, he doesn't want to change because he knows he doesn't have the ass for any of what he's seeing. And he likes his nipples covered, thanks.]


    — but I appreciate the offer!
    Edited 2021-08-30 16:20 (UTC)

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