TEST DRIVE MEME #29

[penancemods]

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 take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."

On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.

After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."

They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a 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.

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Stand Your Ground

The chill in the air is still hanging in there, biting into skin as the fog from God's divine punishment begins to fade, and with it, the twisted monsters and hallucinations that it brought in. Hallucinations stop (but may not be forgotten), injuries from tortures are healed (but again, may leave their imprint anyway), and everyone starts to slowly filter back into Penance proper. The animals are brought back to the stables and the spiders return to their nests they made within the hotel (and out, thanks to the kind sinners who helped relocate them!)

So do try not to worry if you see chihuahua sized spiders hanging around everywhere. They are quite docile! And a lot of sinners and demons seem to want to adopt the little guys as pets.

Lilith is still sporting injuries from the previous event, but she's dressed sharp and professional again, reassuring everyone that they did the best they could and it's time for a break while they wait for Lucifer's grand return to Hell. Something remains haunted in her eyes, however...

Ah, well, don't worry about it, new arrivals! It likely means nothing. Times have just been hard as of late.

Lucifer is still nowhere in sight, but Lilith announces it's time for a proper celebration as a reward for everyone's perseverance and aiding others lately. And look... it just happens to be close to that mortal holiday, Halloween!

Despite the husk of a community the fog revealed, Penance is once again decorated and vibrant in no time. Halloween decorations litter the streets and the hotel, as well as neighboring establishments. There are caramel apples being passed out freely throughout the hotel, as well as cider and other candies that inspire good moods.

Everyone seems very eager to just forget the last punishment ever even happened... sinners and demons alike. Whispers around the community show plainly that everyone is worried, hushed murmurs of God and big plans on the horizon making the rounds, but... best to not even pay attention to that. Especially any talk of Barbas possibly returning that are on the tongues of the demons who look worn out and exhausted at the mere thought. It's just simple paranoia, surely.

Now, instead get ready for the festivities!

Everyone will receive an invitation on their devices to go to the pumpkin patch within the community. It's hard to miss with its creepy scarecrows that seem to almost follow those who enter and the mischievous little demons that like to sneak up and try to smash all the pumpkins... there's also a new addition to it! A few concession stands just outside the patch, as well as what looks to be a corn maze.

Not just any corn maze either, but a spooky, haunted one that sinners will be encouraged to participate in, if they so choose! There are tons of props and costumes for all those willing to frighten their fellow sinners as they make the trek through the maze! Jump out and spook a friend or put on a performance that's truly spine-chilling!

Once inside, sinners will find themselves chased (good-naturedly) by demons and others dressed in over the top Halloween costumes ranging from creepy dolls to axe murderers to cartoonish Lucifers. For once, while creepy in parts, it really does feel like a traditional haunted attraction, done in good will for a bit of fun. No actual torture will be happening this time around!

Now, what's in the center of the maze? Well, a party of course. A Halloween bash awaits those who make it to the center of the maze that not only includes costumes, many versions of the song Monster Mash, but party drugs and alcohol galore... all with a Halloween twist. Drugs come wrapped up like little candies, and drinks are all candy flavored for the most part.

But that's not all! The succubi are out in full force, in skimpy mad scientist uniforms and test tube drinks they're handing out to all who would dare! These drinks, they'll warn, will cause some... interesting side-effects. These include:

Red - may cause a surge of possessiveness towards people or items that may be unexpectedly strong. How dare they look at anyone else? Or what nerve, that guy touching what is obviously yours.
Blue - may cause a surge of courage and bravery, giving the sinner the nerve to do something they may not normally do.
Green - may make the drinker feel more truthful and unable to tell a lie. What an uncomfortable predicament to be in when someone asks if their costume flatters them or not...
Black - may cause physical transformations of the monstrous variety. Tentacles or demonic features, even animal features. Oh my!
Pink - may cause other physical transformations, which may include sex or age swapping.
Orange - may cause one to feel inferior or superior to those around them. They may be inclined to let others know just how good they are, or shrink away to hide while they deal with the deep shame of their existence.

All effects may last anywhere from a couple hours to a full day, so it's recommended that all sinners use caution when testing these out! Additionally, multiple drinks may be consumed for a double whammy of effects for the truly adventurous.

It should also be noted that the succubi and incubi have also claimed a patch of the corn maze all their own. Venturing in, sinners will be hit with overwhelming aphrodisiacs that may include heat-like effects. More information can be found in the Follow Me Down prompt!

When it comes time for the party to wind down, guests will have to (perhaps drunkenly) navigate their way back to the pumpkin patch. It will be dark out by this point, an eerie mist in the air that hopefully won't bring back too many bad memories for some...

There won't be time to reminisce when the scarecrows seem to be quite alive and may move eerily closer every time a sinner's eyes stray away or even blink. Some may begin to downright chase sinners and demons alike right back to their homes. It's probably just a fun little Halloween prank, so don't worry about it! Like so many other odd things happening lately...

Those who aren't interested in braving a pumpkin patch or corn maze may instead opt to visit the local movie theatre for a horror movie marathon with what may contain familiar favorites as well as some very traumatizing cinema clearly meant for demonic kind. These may leave certain sinners with nightmares for a few days... or they may find them oddly enjoyable, if they're already beginning to show demonic traits. Whatever the case, at least there's limitless caramel corn on offer!

Additionally, at Helluva Cup, there's also a lot of baked treats being offered up in an expansive display... one that Bean, the hell rat is even dressed up for! Sporting a little bat costume for the festivities, he's placed as a centerpiece in the middle of the table of treats. Be careful of the very real biting that may happen for trying to take food the rat has deemed his! Also be careful, there will be consequences should anyone try to hurt the owner's beloved pet (and possible rewards for anyone who stands up for the little guy in the form of special drinks or a heartfelt thanks). It's probably for the best to just ignore the filthy rodent and steal food when you can... the treats do seem to inspire a good mood, so sinners may be encouraged to overindulge a little bit! Or a lot. They're so good, it's like they're addictive.

Helluva cup isn't responsible if anyone eats until they get sick, of course...


Reach Up High

The local demons have a unique take on trick or treat this round! While they want to give their favorite mortal sinners something of a break, they all know full and well God has to be appeased and the wary get very few breaks!

So they will be selecting sinners at random and insisting they go from room to room knocking on doors. Their task? To offer to give a treat or give a hand. Don't worry! In this case, no actual hands will be given (unless you're into that sort of thing...), but they will have to help a fellow sinner or demon with a task of their choosing. This can range from something as mild as cleaning the toilet to finding a pet lost in the chaos of all that's happened lately, to cooking them a meal, it doesn't particularly matter! Your only limitations would be your imagination!

If the person at the door chooses a treat, sinners may have to get inventive about what they offer. Treats may come in the form of treating someone to unexpected entertainment or a talent you possess, or to just be exceptionally delightful. Of course, if a sinner wants to offer an item on their person or less... innocent treats, they are free to do so as well.

To deny anyone's offer means that the sinner has failed and a sin will not be taken from their list.


Follow Me Down

WARNINGS: humiliation, public sex, a/b/o themes, potential dub-con

As mentioned, the incubi and succubi have carved out a little section of the corn maze all their own. Just off to the side of the main event, those who venture in will be treated to overwhelming aphrodisiacs hanging in the air like a very sweet perfume, more risque performances and costumes, and areas where plush cushions have been laid out for... other activities.

The succubi are still serving their drinks, but there are also decadent chocolates for the taking, as well as a chocolate fountain surrounded by fresh fruits for dipping.

There's been a makeshift stage made for an impromptu costume contest where sinners and demons can cheer for sexiest costume or encourage the removal of said outfit. There's also a helpful collection of risque costumes available for those who want to slip out of their boring old zombie or mummy look! You never know when that costume may start to influence your behavior at this sort of party, so you may want to adopt the least bitey costume there is...

Additionally, especially those who took the transformation potions, may begin to experience signs of heat or rut. They will begin to want to breed uncontrollably, and may adopt certain characteristics of either alpha or omega.

Alpha traits include enhanced aggression, the urge to claim or dominate those they want to breed with, uncontrollable sexual urges, and the ability to smell when someone close by is in heat. It may also include the ability to knot a partner, but not always. Omega traits include the need to be bred, increased body heat that may be uncomfortably intense, potential slickness as the body prepares for the experience, and the urge to present oneself to a suitable partner.Like alphas, omegas can smell a proper partner close by. The intense urge to be claimed or marked may also be present.

Both parties will experience reduced recovery time and increased stamina.

These urges will last until mating has been completed (it may take several rounds) or until the next morning, whichever comes first.

Those who aren't influenced by those urges will still find plenty of ways to have a fun time if they so choose, however! No need to fret. There's still drinking, dancing, and plenty of adult entertainment to be had.

[While pregnancy of the traditional kind isn't possible in Penance, there may be an upcoming opportunity to participate in a body horror and pregnancy-related twist coming up. As a current or future player, if you're interested in this, please include your name here with which role you participated in this prompt with, as well as your partner's name. Remember, omegas will be the ones experiencing the potential pregnancy, no matter their gender!]


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Mollymauk Tealeaf | Critical Role

[spillthetealeaf]

[ stand your ground ]

[ Between death and waking up in Hell, Mollymauk Tealeaf has not had the best day. The smallest of comforts is that his list of sins is his own, none that belonged to the previous owner of his body. His list of naughty little choices and nothing else. So when a passing demon presses a class of cider into his hands that eases the tightening ball of- of fear about what he left behind.

The rest of them aren't behind him and he wants to believe that means those idiots managed to save each other and get out. And if not-

Well. He'll find them eventually.

In the meantime, he needs quite possibly the stiffest drink known to man or beast and he follows the directions to the pumpkin patch and begins to navigate his way to the center of the corn maze just beyond it. If he runs into another body along the way he'll smile cheerfully and raise a hand in greeting. ]

I don't suppose you know which way you're going, do you?


[ meet up; closed to Caleb ]

[ Molly is a man on a mission and that mission is to get fucked up and, hopefully, for a little while at least, forget about the feeling of a sword plunging into his chest. Turns out, whatever candy-flavored nonsense the 'staff' has been handing out gets the job done pretty well. He finds a bottle and takes it for his own before venturing a little deeper into the party, into the part that looks even more exciting.

He finds a comfortable place to sit, red eyes tracking the bodies around him with a growing interest that might have something to do with the energy in the air or-

The air in his chest solidifies into a solid lump as he swears he can see a familiar face. Or almost familiar. Before he can think about it Molly is stumbling to his feet and pushing his way through the party to get close enough to tell himself it isn't. It can't be Caleb. It can't. ]


[ follow me down ]

[ Partway through the night and Molly has shed his shirt, exposing a plethora of tattoos and scars across the expanse of his purple skin. His coat hangs off his shoulders like a cape as he mingles with the party. He's dizzy with the aphro in the air and can't bring himself to care as he moves through the throng like he's been made for this.

He's willing to dance with anyone who can match the rhythm and the right touch. And if they're really good at the dancing he'll likely be willing to do quite a bit more than just dance. He's here for a good time even if this is hell. ]


[ wildcard ]

[ Open to just about anything else you might want! Feel free to hit me up via PM or just throw a starter here. ]

meet up

[dirtywizardman]

He saw him in passing, this moment, this flash. Color, a flash, the familiar flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye. Caleb turned his head to look for the body in the crowd and was sure he must have imagined it, but then he clocked it again.

Caleb had no intention of going through the maze, but here he was, winding through the corn, tracking flashes of color, desperate to catch up. Eventually, he comes to the center of the maze, where there's a mingling crowd and, shortly, a lithe violet tiefling.

It's the look on his face that did it. Lucien was so proud, so arrogant, from that moment in the cavern in Eiselcross when they finally encountered him until the last time Caleb saw him in the tunnels of Aeor. And the look in those red eyes looking at him right now, as they draw close--that isn't Lucien.

That isn't Lucien.

It isn't--

Caleb meets Mollymauk and crushes him into an immediate hug. "Hallo Circusman."

[spillthetealeaf]

Well. That hug is a pleasant surprise that Molly finds himself returning without a second thought. This is Caleb, no one else has that ridiculous Zemnian accent but he'd have to be blind and a lot more drunk not to notice the differences advertised across every inch of the man.

It's not a bad look, honestly.

When the hug parts, Molly grins. "Do I know you? You remind me of someone I knew, but that guy smelled worse."

[dirtywizardman]

"Would you prefer I went back to it? I could go take a run around the maze and come back?"

A year ago, he might have been more upset about it, might have been self-conscious and disturbed by the insinuation. Certainly, he had spent so many months making himself as repulsively unobtrusive as possible, he knew that a bit of cleaning up made at least a little difference. And here--for all that this place was a disaster, a strain on everything, he was maybe more cared for than he had been in years.

He lifted his hand, like he might almost reach for Molly's face or one of his horns. At the last moment, he settled for his shoulder instead, giving the tiefling a squeeze.

"You have missed a bit."

[spillthetealeaf]

"I never said it was a bad thing."

It was good, it was a sign that he wasn't letting that darkness inside of him get the better of everything. More importantly: it meant Caleb was willing to start living instead of just surviving. The only thing that hurts is that he didn't get to see it happen. He didn't get to see them beat that asshole, didn't get anything except a sword in the chest and darkness.

"Did you get them back? Yasha and Fjord and Jester?" The words slip out before Molly can wrap them up in something that sounds slick, sounds careless, or witty.

[dirtywizardman]

"Yes," he assured, nodding. He did not say that they had had to rescue Yasha from herself again, later; that could wait and be settled later. No--suddenly, Caleb understood Essek's hesitation in giving him more than the most basic crumbs. Not because he was worried about the threads of these things. Instead, because there were so many things, and Molly deserved to digest each in turn.

"We got them back. We--" Here, Caleb did touch Molly's face. Brief, cupping that warm cheek that he hadn't seen in ages. That had been so terrifying in those last days in Eiselcross, transformed back to the gentle good humor he remembered. "I killed him. Lorenzo. I killed him."

follow me down (if it's okay!)

[whichiest]

[This is absolutely not Belladonna's scene. The last time she'd been affected by aphro had been purely by accident, and she'd spent the next few days effectively living with urges she refused to give into. And to an extent, this is also an accident. She's not much of a drinker, but several factors have encouraged her to pick up more than a couple glasses for herself.

Eventually, the way the night goes on, it's only natural she's stumbling into hardcore section of the party. And everyone here seems so friendly, they're all dancing! Belladonna's eyes glaze over some of the more lewd acts as she spins and laughs, dancing inebriated and bursting with candy-flavored delight.

Not really having any honest experience in dancing outside of a couple vague attempts, she's lacking in a certain level of grace, and when she runs into Mollymauk, it's really quite a literal thing. Just as awkwardly, she sways backward again, nearly seeming she'll fall straight onto her back, the way she moves without balance.]

Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going.

[And she has been practically spinning. Even in her apologies, she can't stop smiling.]

I was having much too much fun!

[spillthetealeaf]

[ The body running into him jars him from the cluster of bodies he had been dancing with, the body language of the woman cutting through the intoxication of the music as he reaches out to pull her back upright. ]

That sounds about right.

[ Much as he wants to stay in the moment, in the press he's pretty sure that this one might end up in trouble if he doesn't try and do the right thing. He gently nudges her towards the edge of the party, towards the cushions. ]

I think you ought to sit down, honestly.

stand your ground

[bottle]

(yennefer is many things, but altruistic is not one of them. ao when she hears the question she doesn't stop out of any sense of goodness or wanting to help so much as curiousity. he was a fascinating looking creature. she has lived a long, long time and not much surprises her. he looks almost like some of the demons here -- but not quite either.

interesting.)

I do actually. It depends on where you want to go.

[spillthetealeaf]

Oh, me? I just want to go where it's interesting.

[ And the center of the maze, with the distant thump of music that isn't familiar seems pretty damn interesting to him. And then there are the people, like this ice cold glass of water with the pretty eyes. ]

What about you? Are you heading somewhere fun?

[bottle]

I was. I've heard a rumor there's a party at the end of the maze.

(and while hell's parties are...very different than what she's used to, and the drinks often too sweet, they beat the alternative.)

I assume you're a new arrival?

[spillthetealeaf]

Guilty as charged. Is it that obvious?

[ Molly shrugs, and then dips into a lazy half-bow that is all show. The circus helped hone the skill to drop into it seamlessly. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, I'm trying to find the same party.

[bottle]

A little. After a few months you begin to learn how to spot the signs.

(yennefer returns the bow with a practiced curtsey, which is also all show. it's one of the many things she learned during her time in aretuza. how to behave in court. not that this is court. but still.)

Yennefer of Vengerberg.

Wildcard

[gravity_fissure]

[Essek popped open the parasol and made his way through the streets.

It was just a little trip to bring home a meal for the evening when he saw it, saw the unnatural, familiar color of violet skin. For a single, foolish moment, he had thought it was maybe a drow, someone to join him in this place and make him not the only one. Verin, perhaps, though he hoped not.

But then he saw the horns. The lash of the tail. Essek’s breath caught in his chest, and while he wanted to believe that this was Kingsley, he was too paranoid of this sin-ridden place not to be overly cautious. One hand drifted to his components pouch, digging out iron filings, gripping them in his fingers as he slowly floated over.

If he and Caleb were here, it wasn’t unreasonable that the rest of the Nein would show up. Saving the world did nor overrun all their crimes, as he was learning.]

Kingsley? [It was a careful call with the weight of his accent, and he hoped – hoped - that he would turn to that name and not Lucien’s. Please.

[spillthetealeaf]

[ Exploring hell isn't something Mollymauk ever really thought he'd be doing but since the opportunity had presented itself he had taken it.

The place is interesting, that's for sure. He's not really paying attention but when a voice calls out, something tells him to look. It's not hard to notice the drow staring at him expectantly and realize-

Shit. Someone else who knew the previous tenant. There's nothing familiar about that face and Molly shakes his head, taking a step away purposely. No more, not again, not here in death of all places. Nonagon or Kingsley or whatever name he wore for this person. ]

Sorry, I think you've got the wrong man. Never heard of him.

[gravity_fissure]

[No.

And yes. It was the wrong man, the wrong name, but not the wrong body. It was impossible to mistake that, even in the bright light of this place; it even moved with that same swagger.

But by that blank look as he looked to Essek, then….no. Not Lucien. And not Kingsley. Which left only one-]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, then?

[He tried to smile, but it was fragile and small and vaguely hopeful. If it was, then… then Caleb would be so, so happy. Hell or not, he would be happy.]

[spillthetealeaf]

[ There was something just so fucking weird about being recognized when you don't know a thing about the other person. He wasn't getting a bad vibe off the guy but it put him on edge nonetheless.

Who was Kingsley?

And why was this man looking at him like he had done something nice? ]

I don't think I know you. And I didn't really have an act in the circus so how is it you know my name?

[gravity_fissure]

[Of course. In truth, Essek didn’t even know much of Kingsley; they had met on occasion when the Nein got together, but he had gone off to the seas. While Essek sometimes hired him for lucrative business adventures, they hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time in each other’s winding paths. And while the drow was fond of him and he was happy to buy him a drink, there wasn’t the depth.

With Molly, it was even less so. They hadn’t even met Essek until after he was gone.]

My apologies; I fear that I know you mostly as a byproduct of fond recollections from a mutual group of friends.

[His voice turned a little softer, a hair warmer, as it always did when he mentioned them.] The Mighty Nein?

[ stand your ground ]

[failed_antichrist]

[Setsuna might be a few glasses of cider in already. Feathered wings pulled in closely to him, when he hears Mollymauk's voice, he turns and gives a tight, bright grin.]

Not at all! I hope you know where you're going.

[spillthetealeaf]

[ Well that's quite the sight, isn't it? Molly runs a hand through his hair, quite at a loss. ]

Not in the slightest, honestly. Seems like this is going to be a fun time, hm?

[failed_antichrist]

[For a moment he just stares with wide eyes, then laughs.]

Yeah. This is gonna be the ignorant leading the ignorant.

I'm Setsuna, by the way. You?

follow me down

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky was feeling wonderful.

Everything about this stupid party in the middle of this stupid corn maze made him feel electric and alive, skin crawling with the energy of how everyone was feeling right now. It was so much more like Henrietta than the club was, and he hated and loved that, right now. He needed that.

Right now, there was a whirling flash of color and violet skin passing him. A demon? Some new succubus Kavinsky hadn't encountered yet? It was possible, of course, and Kavinsky reached out with one long fingered black hand to catch a lovely lilac arm and pull the other body close.

[spillthetealeaf]

The music isn't familiar to him, different from anything that he's heard in the world. It makes sense, what with this not being the world. He can move to it easily enough, the beat infectious as he finds a dark hand pulling him in and he goes for lack of a reason not to.

"Hi there," Not bad looking for a dancing partner. The hands were interesting, too. Violet arms draped over his shoulders as he rocked against him, red eyes taking his measure.

[mitsubishievo]

There was so much to take in about the man in front of him: horns and tousled hair, piercings and red eyes, the ridiculous accoutrements that pulled this violet demon out of time and place. Kavinsky rather liked all of it. It was weird and strange and enticing, particularly while he was muddy and drifting like this. While they all were.

"Hey yourself, beautiful," Kavinsky purred. He guided the swaying and grinding of their bodies of the music, closing his eyes for the moment.

[spillthetealeaf]

There was a time and a place for conversation, for the ebb and flow of words exchanged. And then there was this moment where words fell by the wayside in favor of movement. It was easy to fall into sync with Kavinsky, to let their bodies press closer and find a rhythm that said everything that needed to be said.

Words were overrated, anyways.

Whatever was in the air kept him feeling pleasantly dizzy, like the best kind of drugs. Just disconnected that everything felt novel while still being grounded enough not to completely lose his shit. One hand slide from its place at Kavinsky's shoulder down to his waist to pull him closer. After everything; this was exactly what he needed.