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TEST DRIVE MEME #30
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 With the strange cravings fading into unpleasant memories, things almost seem to be returning back to normal around the Penance Community... or as normal as it ever is lately, especially with Emmanuel and Barbas' continued presence. Speaking of... On the morning of the 29th, Barbas comes on the devices around the community.
He's as proper as ever, giving a nod in greeting as he idly glances over a few papers in front of him. "Penance, I realize that our initial meeting was not... done in a way that benefited any of us in the long run. I was given time to think over my failings, and now I want to make a gesture of goodwill for all of you."
He pauses, clearing his throat. "Construction of the Barbas Institute for Demonic Studies is well underway. Rather than compulsory lessons or barbaric punishments for failure to comply, all are welcome to attend lessons whenever they want. There is no harm in learning to understand the changes that you all may be going through. You're bound to have questions, after all. This is a confusing time during this point of your development. Feeling conflicted is only natural. We've all gone through it. So we will be offering a more robust curriculum than before. In addition to understanding the nature of demonkind, there will also be lessons in archaic languages used in our community, as well as magic for those so inclined."
Some demons seem angered by the mere notion of a school, and they can be heard around the hotel and community protesting or exclaiming their surprise that this is happening, blame towards God come so easily from their tongues.
"I also implore all who may be interested to volunteer for school maintenance or to teach classes in their own areas of specialization. I am also adding a few new additions to Hellburbia as well, in the form of a diner and-- with Mammon's help-- a park that will be full of lush greenery and plants for all to enjoy. I hope with these gestures, leave the past behind us and move forward with building a better relationship."
[For those who are interested in signing up for a job or attending the Barbas Institute for Demonic Studies, please see the post here.]
Sweet Treats The weather outside is frightful. There's a sharp chill in the air and a bloody snow is beginning to fall. It's the first of the year! but that's not the only thing amiss...
It starts with the numerous cranberry cocktails being offered at all places by eager little goblins that want to please the local sinners, but it grows steadily more concerning as food starts to somehow become turkey flavored regardless of what one orders. Apparently, someone told these eager little demons about Thanksgiving... and left out that only a select number of people on earth actually celebrate it, and least of all with turkey. Ah, well...
Once again, Bean the coffee rat is dressed as a turkey and put proudly on display in Helluvacup. Rumor is if you come by and drop him a treat, you can sway the owner into giving something not turkey flavored... but keep in mind the rat is a bit ill-tempered and will bite!
Reach Up High It seems that the turkey flavor is coming from actual turkeys... odd looking Hell turkeys with tiny little horns and all. These little rascals have also broken out of their cages in the stables and seem to be running wild.
Since these little menaces are going around and not only taunting the other animals (including the local spiders), but they're also pecking wildly at sinners and demons alike! For this reason, there is a turkey hunt happening.
The local demons won't care what sinners do with these little burdens -- whether they decided to keep them as pets or eat them or turn them over to the hotel staff. It doesn't matter! Sinners who participate in the turkey roundup will receive a reward of one sin removed from their list.
Word on the street is that some young, reckless demonic hooligans are planning on pranking Barbas by tossing a bunch of the turkeys over the gate of his mansion. Sinners may be righteous and go tell on them, or they may choose to help out and throw over their own hell turkeys. Keep in mind that this will result in the addition of prankster added to the sin list of any who joins in!
Additionally, these turkeys seem to be able to give the most pitiful looks if they think they're about to be eaten. Their sad eyes almost seem to say please don't eat me, I have a family or I was such a good bird. How could you?. Or maybe it's an eerie psychic connection. Huh...
Best to not worry about the emotional manipulation of hell turkeys anyway!
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: WARNINGS: voyeurism, food play, excessive fluids, toilet play
Club Penance has taken on a rather unique approach to Thanksgiving, as usual. While the general side of the club is knee-deep in holiday-themed music (Who's ready for Jingle Bells to be played endlessly?), and those cranberry cocktails, the adult side is being quite adventurous with food.
Step into the adult side and there's whipped cream available that's been laced with aphrodisiacs and gives one the urge to lick it off another's body or indulge in a spiked hot chocolate with a bit of cream on top. There are also areas dedicated to edible body paint that comes in some rather addictive flavors... especially when you consider the quality of food elsewhere in Penance at the moment! For an extra bit of sensory play, some of the private rooms are swathed in blacklight to heighten the effect.
There's also chocolate syrup and other items of finger food to enjoy. Indulgence seems to be the theme of the night and there's every incentive to do so. All the food seems extra flavorful and delicious in Club Penance. There's not a single turkey in sight.
For those with alternative tastes, blood and less conventional fluids can be used as paint. Bukakke, golden showers, and more are provided upon request. These areas will be clearly marked and avoidable, even though the painters aren't under the same obligation to warn their living canvases.
Additionally, there are also vegetables and vegetable-shaped toys for those who are really into food play.
Clothes also seem to be having an odd habit of disappearing at random over the course of the night, but don't worry! All sinners will be given something to return home into at the end of the night... it probably isn't all skimpy lingerie. Sometimes sinners will also get to take their respective walks of shame in elf ears or a jingly hat.
Prompt II: 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.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the December 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
Remember that this is the last app round of the year. The next app round will happen in February.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness 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.
.
Stand Your Ground With the strange cravings fading into unpleasant memories, things almost seem to be returning back to normal around the Penance Community... or as normal as it ever is lately, especially with Emmanuel and Barbas' continued presence. Speaking of... On the morning of the 29th, Barbas comes on the devices around the community.
He's as proper as ever, giving a nod in greeting as he idly glances over a few papers in front of him. "Penance, I realize that our initial meeting was not... done in a way that benefited any of us in the long run. I was given time to think over my failings, and now I want to make a gesture of goodwill for all of you."
He pauses, clearing his throat. "Construction of the Barbas Institute for Demonic Studies is well underway. Rather than compulsory lessons or barbaric punishments for failure to comply, all are welcome to attend lessons whenever they want. There is no harm in learning to understand the changes that you all may be going through. You're bound to have questions, after all. This is a confusing time during this point of your development. Feeling conflicted is only natural. We've all gone through it. So we will be offering a more robust curriculum than before. In addition to understanding the nature of demonkind, there will also be lessons in archaic languages used in our community, as well as magic for those so inclined."
Some demons seem angered by the mere notion of a school, and they can be heard around the hotel and community protesting or exclaiming their surprise that this is happening, blame towards God come so easily from their tongues.
"I also implore all who may be interested to volunteer for school maintenance or to teach classes in their own areas of specialization. I am also adding a few new additions to Hellburbia as well, in the form of a diner and-- with Mammon's help-- a park that will be full of lush greenery and plants for all to enjoy. I hope with these gestures, leave the past behind us and move forward with building a better relationship."
[For those who are interested in signing up for a job or attending the Barbas Institute for Demonic Studies, please see the post here.]
Sweet Treats The weather outside is frightful. There's a sharp chill in the air and a bloody snow is beginning to fall. It's the first of the year! but that's not the only thing amiss...
It starts with the numerous cranberry cocktails being offered at all places by eager little goblins that want to please the local sinners, but it grows steadily more concerning as food starts to somehow become turkey flavored regardless of what one orders. Apparently, someone told these eager little demons about Thanksgiving... and left out that only a select number of people on earth actually celebrate it, and least of all with turkey. Ah, well...
Once again, Bean the coffee rat is dressed as a turkey and put proudly on display in Helluvacup. Rumor is if you come by and drop him a treat, you can sway the owner into giving something not turkey flavored... but keep in mind the rat is a bit ill-tempered and will bite!
Reach Up High It seems that the turkey flavor is coming from actual turkeys... odd looking Hell turkeys with tiny little horns and all. These little rascals have also broken out of their cages in the stables and seem to be running wild.
Since these little menaces are going around and not only taunting the other animals (including the local spiders), but they're also pecking wildly at sinners and demons alike! For this reason, there is a turkey hunt happening.
The local demons won't care what sinners do with these little burdens -- whether they decided to keep them as pets or eat them or turn them over to the hotel staff. It doesn't matter! Sinners who participate in the turkey roundup will receive a reward of one sin removed from their list.
Word on the street is that some young, reckless demonic hooligans are planning on pranking Barbas by tossing a bunch of the turkeys over the gate of his mansion. Sinners may be righteous and go tell on them, or they may choose to help out and throw over their own hell turkeys. Keep in mind that this will result in the addition of prankster added to the sin list of any who joins in!
Additionally, these turkeys seem to be able to give the most pitiful looks if they think they're about to be eaten. Their sad eyes almost seem to say please don't eat me, I have a family or I was such a good bird. How could you?. Or maybe it's an eerie psychic connection. Huh...
Best to not worry about the emotional manipulation of hell turkeys anyway!
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: WARNINGS: voyeurism, food play, excessive fluids, toilet play
Club Penance has taken on a rather unique approach to Thanksgiving, as usual. While the general side of the club is knee-deep in holiday-themed music (Who's ready for Jingle Bells to be played endlessly?), and those cranberry cocktails, the adult side is being quite adventurous with food.
Step into the adult side and there's whipped cream available that's been laced with aphrodisiacs and gives one the urge to lick it off another's body or indulge in a spiked hot chocolate with a bit of cream on top. There are also areas dedicated to edible body paint that comes in some rather addictive flavors... especially when you consider the quality of food elsewhere in Penance at the moment! For an extra bit of sensory play, some of the private rooms are swathed in blacklight to heighten the effect.
There's also chocolate syrup and other items of finger food to enjoy. Indulgence seems to be the theme of the night and there's every incentive to do so. All the food seems extra flavorful and delicious in Club Penance. There's not a single turkey in sight.
For those with alternative tastes, blood and less conventional fluids can be used as paint. Bukakke, golden showers, and more are provided upon request. These areas will be clearly marked and avoidable, even though the painters aren't under the same obligation to warn their living canvases.
Additionally, there are also vegetables and vegetable-shaped toys for those who are really into food play.
Clothes also seem to be having an odd habit of disappearing at random over the course of the night, but don't worry! All sinners will be given something to return home into at the end of the night... it probably isn't all skimpy lingerie. Sometimes sinners will also get to take their respective walks of shame in elf ears or a jingly hat.
Prompt II: 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.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the December 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
Remember that this is the last app round of the year. The next app round will happen in February.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
Questions, comments, suggestions
Edward "Ed" Wong Hau Pepelu Tivruski IV | Cowboy Bebop | OTA | Re-Testing
Arrival
A short, slender red head in biker shorts seems nonplussed by the entire event of ending up in Hell, though impatient in line. She doesn't exactly stay still, weaving in and out and talks quite a bit as she wonders out loud who remains of the people she knew.
When she is handed her device she proudly says, "Ooooo! Upgrade. Still not up to date but better!" before she twirls off.
To other new comers she warns, in a cheerful sing-song tone, "Better buckle up~♪! This ride has turbulence!"
Reach up High
A
~♪Ed wants turkey, not some jerky
Turkey murky yum
Not bubble gum
Just turkey murky jerky
Ed wants turkey♪~
And so on she sings throughout the halls of the hotel, and the grounds, eager after she hears about the turkey hunt.
Even outside, ready to hunt, Ed doesn't wear shoes or socks.
B
When it all starts, Ed shows up for the hunt, complete with a flame thrower on her back and a fork in hand!
"Time for Ed's dinner!" Is her battle cry before she leaps forward, ignoring any of the pleading eyes in her path. She could use the help.
C
Later, Ed can be found with a large, round turkey with horns. She is curled up, head on his stomach, breathing deeply, eyes closed.
If anyone looks their way too long, the turkey's eyes will narrow - can turkeys glare? - ain a way that seems to say I am still a demon. Do not get any ideas.
Wildcard; Interested in anything not here?
[ooc: Feel free to discuss ideas with this journal, on plurk
Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club
[ Barbas can say all he wants--Monika doesn't trust him, not one bit. So when the opportunity comes to show some displeasure at his return? You better believe she's going to take part! ]
One, two, three!
[ With raucous laughter, she helps a demon chuck a hefty turkey over the gate of Mr. Dumbface's mansion. She's looking like she's gone through war, covered in feathers and more than a little pecked up, but oh, is it worth it. The amount of poop those horned menaces can put out more than makes up for the pain!
She high fives her new best demon friend, then winces at the peck marks on her hand. Now to find another one! She wanders off, searching for signs of clucking, which shouldn't be too hard.
Monika gets so deep into her search...she runs right into someone. Hopefully the horns didn't poke too hard. ]
Oh, sorry! [ A pause. ] ...Wanna help me throw a turkey?
[ A normal question. ]
a new friend
[ After plenty of turkey-tossing shenanigans, Monika heads back to the hotel, bright and full of good spirits, despite all the blood snow falling. She'd done a good deed today!
And apparently she'd be doing another.
As she steps up to the entrance, she spots a demon roughhousing with a turkey and yelling about dinner, something she'd normally try to ignore, because getting in the way of a violent demon was a pretty dumb idea. But just as they raise their hand, claws out, the turkey meets her eyes and gives her the most pitiful look. Help me, it seems to say.
And thus, she is soon carrying a turkey to her room, rubbing it gently on the head between its cute little horns as she does so. It's her duty as a vegetarian! She can't let an animal suffer! Just ignore all the potential suffering she caused earlier.
If you don't run across her with her new pet, the short network post she puts out is sure to get some attention. ]
does anyone have any good name suggestions for a turkey? 🦃🦃
also.....what exactly do turkeys eat????
wildcard
[ Also willing to do prompts from Follow Me Down with discussion! If you'd like to plot/come up with something else, feel free to hit me at
....turkey shit.
For a bit he watched her and the demon tossing turkeys (he didn't understand the drama that this one man had caused, but he also didn't care...the...turkey thing just made it weird.)
Such a strange girl..., he thought and was more than prepared to leave them to it but he was a few seconds late in that turn about.
Rashomon shielded him enough from the impact of the horns but his hands still shot out to steady the girl as she crashed into him; pale fingers wrapped around her wrists and he took an easy inventory of all of the bloody peck marks.
She was a pretty girl and maybe he missed Gin... ]
I think you've thrown enough turkeys. You need to clean these before you get some sort of nasty infection.
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[ Not festive where he's from, but eh. He's been enough places to get the idea of the time of year and the general turkey uh. Themes. ]
I think they mostly eat nuts and plants. Just kind of like any other bird?
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Turkey!
His first instinct is to turn Monika down, too, but he pauses when he sees the state of her. Though his sleeve has gotten a little torn up by a turkey he's killed and cooked, she's looking like she might have had a whole flock of them on top of her at one point. He can't help but chuckle. ]
You sure look like you need the help.
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turkeys gone wild
Hells yeah, homie! Back in Jacksonville, I used to go turkey throwing all the time.
[ He picks up one of the hell turkeys as it hisses and kicks and claws. ]
Except they weren't turkeys. They were alligators. And it wasn't a fancy house. It was the police station. But I only got arrested two out of the three times so that's only a little less than half percent, right? BORTLES!!
[ He shouts as he launches the turkey over the fence, feathers flying everywhere as it flutters to the ground, clucking madly. He straightens himself upright, dusting off before raising his hand for a high five. ]
That's at least an eight million point shot.
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turkey throwing
[ For all that Squalo looks grumpy and upset, as seems to be the norm nowadays, as he follows the trajectory of some demons throwing yet another turkey into what must be dear old principal's house, his face lights up with a grin. Up-to-no-good grin, but not one that appears hostile to the girl next to him. ]
[ You see, he may hate Monika, but it's sparkles and flowers compared to what he feels about Barbas. Hell, Lucifer had even felt it necessary to spirit him a way for a few weeks so he wouldn't tear into that smarmy bastard as soon as he set foot in Penance again, and honestly, he wasn't feeling all that much calmer now either, even if he'd been begrudgingly convinced that he shouldn't outright attack him when he sees him. Making his life hell (heh) in all the other ways is still on the table, though, and Squalo's excited by the prospect. ]
Hell yeah.
[ He says it as if they're established teammates now and their last proper meeting did not result in him very directly causing her death. ]
How many can we get?
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Turkeys gone wild
Correcting her posture, Satine instead opted to cross her arms over her chest and act more ambivalent]
As if I don't have better things to do...
[Truthfully, she was mad at the whole of hell right now for daring to have dragged her to these depths and she had taken the opportunity to respond, however childishly, at the first opportunity]
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Illyana Rasputina — Marvel Comics 616 — OPEN
002. | REACH UP HIGH
003. | WILDCARD
Hit me with a thing & I'll roll with it!
001 Oh Boy
Peter gets a quick jolt of deja vu looking at the woman standing next to him, looking disgusted at the taste of her drink. He knows her, and his memory feels a bit fuzzy, but he's pretty sure it's not someone who's his friend.
"You must be new," he says, still trying to suss out why she looks so familiar. "Meat-flavored beverages are some of the least weird things around here. It's probably because the staff have no idea what kinds of food people actually consume, and just throw everything in a blender and make their best guess."
His brain finishes working on the puzzle, and it finally makes sense why his brain is buzzing. Not only does he know her, he's fought her. Well, more like, he got his ass kicked by her and her brother. But she's never seen him out of costume, so right now, he has the upper hand. To her, he's just some guy.
Best to keep it that way.
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Arrival.Before Drinks; 'I’ma feed you to the wolves / When you get nasty, back at me'
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002. | REACH UP HIGH
Bobo Del Rey | Syfy's Wynonna Earp
[ On the one hand, Bobo knows you don’t just go and fuck around with one of the people in charge of a place that purports to be Hell. Or any place, for that matter. It typically ends in pain or other kinds of suffering.
On the other hand, it’s a hilarious, harmless prank.
But also, Bobo himself would absolutely have punished anyone who tried any of this kind of nonsense in the trailer park. ]
What a dilemma.
[ He says this as he watches the little demons do their thing, a hell turkey in his arms. The bird flails occasionally, but it doesn't get anywhere.
Bobo looks down at the bird he is holding. ]
To throw you over the gate, to kill you, or to set you free. I'm certain you’re against being killed, but which of the other two choices is best?
[ This fucking idiot in his weird faux fur coat is legitimately standing there talking to a horned turkey.
Bobo lifts it up so they’re at eye level with each other, but at arm’s length to avoid any pecking. ]
What if I keep you instead?
[ Then, to the area in general, he asks— ]
How good of a pet is a turkey? Asking for a friend.
• follow me down (no minors for this one)
[ He's into this. It is his scene, decadent and hedonistic, fit for a king. Bobo is no king, but he knows how to lead, how to inspire lessers to follow. The entire trailer park either trusted him or feared him, and that kind of power left its mark on his already tarnished soul.
So, yeah, he's indulging in food and drink and toys and even a little blood play. There's not much he won't do.
At some point, his clothes disappear, and he's forced to make do with a red banana hammock with “HO HO HO” printed on it in sparkly white letters, a sleeveless red Santa coat (with faux fur trim, of course), and an elf hat with a jingle bell on the end.
He's not leaving yet, though. He walks to the bar to get a drink in that getup, unbothered by his outfit, all but strutting his stuff.
Aphros in his system or not, he will smile at whoever's at the bar when he gets there, order his drink, and ask— ]
And how is your night going?
• network; un: theswanking
anyone got a quick hangover cure ready? that was one hell of a party 😏
• wildcard
[ hmu here or at
reach up high
The wolf sniffs, scenting the air. And then, quite abruptly, a teenage orc stands in its place.
Kettara eyes the man - human, from the looks of him - and her ears flick back. Thus far, she's found no one else like her. Everyone that she's encountered has - hatefully - been either a demon or something shaped like human. No orcs, no tauren. No elves, even. Just this place, and all the dead things that walk upon its earth. ]
They're good to eat.
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it took me 24+ hours to remember the word "sequins" lol go me
i never got a notif for this 😡 thanks dw
rude, dw, smh
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Steve Rogers / Hydra Stomper | Marvel's "What If...?"
[Well who knew the Great Beyond would end up looking like a swanky hotel? That sure sounded more like something a gambler would be rambling after a night losing at craps than anything he'd see in any kind of biblical sense. And yet here he is, fresh off meeting a Lady version of Saint Peter.
Steve spends his first few hours examining the network device that he's been issued. He studies it closely and presses buttons sparingly. It's like a walkie talkie but with pictures, that also sends instant telegrams. He'll do what he can on his own, but eventually approaches someone with a friendly face who looks like they won't mind being bothered.]
Excuse me. I'm wondering if you wouldn't mind a quick question. I'm trying to figure out how this doohickey connects. You can just have it play messages, right? Even if there isn't an operator to connect you to the person you're trying to reach?
Reach Up High
[Well, if they've got to earn their way up past the pearly gates, that's something Steve is interested in accomplishing quickly. He eagerly signs up to help with the turkey problem, even though he's honestly not much bigger than the larger turkeys he's supposed to be helping to wrangle. At a mere five-foot-four, he's just barely a head and shoulder above the closest beast, but he eyes the length of rope in his hands and mentally registers it against nearby structures. There's an obvious way to do this, but obvious won't get the job done.]
It's about working smarter, sometimes. We can do this if we think about what the others aren't already trying.
Wildcard
[I'm open to other prompts too! There are plenty of other games to play in Hell, even if Steve is being all business the current starters. He's a little guy with a lo of heart, and that can go in all sorts of directions.]
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There was something oddly familiar about the man who approached her, but Peggy can't quite put her finger on it. But she gives him a warm smile, happy to answer the question.]
No, I don't mind at all. I had trouble trying to work out that device myself. It apparently operates over a wireless network or something so an operator isn't needed. All you need to do is find the person you want to message and type one out. Shall I show you?
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of course it's okay
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Mordecai // Borderlands // OTA
[ On Pandora, most of what you eat tends to be skag, just because they're so many and breed like ... Well, like skags. So Mordecai is used to eating the same food over and over again. It's strange that everything tastes the same, but it's not the worst.
Still, upon hearing the rumour about the rat, his curiosity is piqued. And giving an animal a treat is far from a problem. He still has some of the crackers he fed to Chainsaw the raven, and they probably don't taste like turkey, in case the rat in question is also bored of that.
Handing Bean a cracker does, indeed, end up getting him bit. Rather than swearing or getting angry, though, he just laughs instead as he yanks his finger free. The wound immediately wells up with blood, but he doesn't seem to notice. ]
Hey, now, ain't the saying don't bite the hand that feeds you? Gimme that cracker back--
[ When he reaches out for it, he gets about the reaction he expects, which is an attempt at another bite. He's ready for it this time, though, and immediately pulls his hand back with a cackle. ]
That's a big attitude for such a small thing!
B. Reach up high
[ Catching one of the turkeys was no easy feat, but Mordecai has no wish to spend any ammo on these things. So he chased one down with his bare hands, which probably made quite a sight on its own. He's panting, and there's definitely some sweat on his temple, and the turkey managed to claw at his sleeve. At this point, he's going to need to consider finding new clothes, which is irritating, because he likes his clothes and he hasn't found anything as good.
Finally, he's got it pinned by the neck, grinning triumphantly as he pulls his sword out. ]
Sorry, amigo, but some freshly cooked free meat sounds pretty good.
[ And those sad eyes? Yeah, it clearly doesn't work on him, because he's raising the sword to swing down and cut that neck clean off. ]
C. Wildcard
[ Mordecai can also be found at the bar at either Club Penance and the hotel to drink, so feel free to chat him up there! You can hit me up at
Re: Mordecai // Borderlands // OTA
And his warning came too late as the man was bitten. Shion got closer.] Sorry they should have warned you he bites. [It's not his fault though, Shion slipped him another treat, he has a soft spot for the rat.]
You should clean it before it gets infected.
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Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft | OTA
[ Death happened as she imagined it would. She was lucky, Kettara thinks. She fell in battle. She honored her teacher. She did something worthy, in the end. The spirits gave meaning to her fight. How could she dream of asking for more, in the aftermath?
But this is not the Shadowlands, and she has not returned to her people. Not even to wander amongst them as a ghost. She hisses, red eyes narrowed, and keeps one hand on her axe. This is not the aftermath she was taught. This place feels almost human and she is surrounded on all sides by strangers.
Kettara is six feet tall, muscular, and very green. Her eyes gleam red. She clenches her list in her hand, the words printed in blood. Her own. She can smell it.
She lifts her chin, staring at whoever gets close enough. ]
Did you die well?
[ It’s asked loudly. Demanded, really. She has to know. ]
Reach Up High
[ This isn’t the afterlife she was promised. It hangs strange in the air, this place and all its magic that she doesn’t yet understand. Of all the times and ways Kettara imagined the place that comes after the end, she didn’t imagine hunting game fowl as part of the process. And yet, she has.
She holds the turkey in her arms, frowning. It squawks.
Well. Even the dead need to eat, apparently. ]
Are you hungry? I am.
[ Her ears flick back, frowning at whoever happens to come close enough. ]
I’ll share.
[ She won’t be greedy in death. ]
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[ Hit me up at
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Even this. But still he just stared at her for a long moment before realising he was being rude and dropping his eyes.]
I died in battle. I don't remember most of it. [He kept his voice steady, he doesn't have many feelings about his death honestly. His only regret was that it happened just when his survival, his part in Lelouch's plan could have actually made a difference to the world.]
Did you?
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Alexander Anderson | Hellsing
Around;
[So, he's in hell. A priest among demons and sinners and fallen angels, sticking out like a sore thumb in his coat-cassock and cross. Or more than usual, anyway; being the approximate height and weight of a small house, he's always a very noticeable presence, but even when preaching to parishioners he never got this many stares. He'd have held one of the staring demons down and removed their eyes to dissuade the others if he wasn't so uncertain of what exactly God wanted of him. 'Sadism' and 'needless killing' are among the sins God wants him to atone for... but does that extend to residents of hell? If they're here to be punished, does it much matter if he takes it upon himself to contribute?
He's refraining, for now. He doesn't want to risk further disappointing God, but it is proving difficult to maintain his temper. It always was a hair trigger sort of thing where impiety was concerned, and he's so surrounded by it here that there's really no escape. It's a good thing he still regenerates (God must still have some favour with him), because he probably would have ground through his molars by now if he didn't.]
God, give me the strength.
[Is God even listening? Probably not, after the disaster with Helena's Nail, but he'll talk to Him anyway, pray to Him, because that's all he really has left. No church, no organisation, no brothers and sisters, no purpose- just faith in God and his decision to place Anderson here.]
Reach Up High;
[He's caught a turkey. Not something he set out to do, but he almost tripped over the little bastard while storming his way through Penance and promptly snatched it up, and now he's holding a wiggling turkey aloft with lips thinned and eyes narrowed.
It has little horns. It's adorable, and he hates it.
He glances over at whoever is closest and stiffly calls out to them:]
What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
[Later, he'll be found watching some demons haul turkeys over a gate and making no effort whatsoever to stop them. Instead, he has another question:]
Who lives there?
Follow Me Down; (cw: dub-con)
[A few days into his time in hell, dehydration, hunger and sleep deprivation finally start to hit. Being a regenerator, he's able to tolerate these things for a very long time, but it's around this point that he realises he's not going to be able to avoid them entirely while in hell. As wary as he might be, he has to drink, and he has to eat, and he will have to get a proper nights sleep, eventually.
The drink and food are the first thing he decides to address, awkwardly ordering something at some place called Club Penance. It tastes good. Better than he expected, in fact, but his earlier concerns are validated when he starts to feel... is he getting aroused? Oh, hell. He is. He's getting aroused in the middle of a fucking Club, and he's suddenly having a very hard time resisting the urge to place his mouth on the skin of whoever is closest to him.
While he'd like to yell at the Club staff, this isn't really a situation where he wants to bring attention to himself, so he hastily gets up and leaves, discreetly covering himself with his cassock as he heads out the door. Unfortunately, he doesn't manage to get back to his room before the compulsion sends him pounding on some poor bastard and wrenching their head back so he can lick a strip up their neck.
The moment he has enough control to rear back, he snaps a hand over his mouth and starts muttering apologies through his fingers.]
Sorry, I seem to have- I ate something-
[Could his face get any hotter? It feels like it's on fire.]
take a wild guess
and unfortunately for anderson, he's not quite as discreet as he thinks. kaiba wraps up his current meeting, shaking hands with his companion -- all six of them, incubi really were something else -- before trailing after the little lost lamb. he whistles low as the poor bastard in question scrambles away, clearly overwhelmed by this brickhouse of a man.
but not kaiba, of course. if anything, he looks even more interested than before.]
How rude. I don't think our father who art in Heaven would approve.
[still, he maintains his distance, just in case. leaning against the wall, arms folded, gaze sharp.]
Maybe you should look for one of those communion wafers. Get a little Jesus in you before you get a little something else in you.
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Two // Portia Lin //Rebecca | Dark Matter (TV)
[ So. Hell, if this is to be believed. (She doesn't, it's a hallucination or a malfunction with her nanites, maybe the ship's link gone haywire again. Whatever it is she has no choice but to go with it, for now. Not that she's terribly surprised to be hallucinating Hell, given her extensive, universe-spanning history of death and destruction and the recent acquisition of a conscience.) ]
[ Glancing at the piece of horrifically antiquated tech shoved into her hand, Two marches up to anyone who isn't glancing around in confusion. No use interrogating people who clearly won't be of use. ]
Hey. What's the deal here? [ She's pleasant enough, even almost smiling. Yes yes, she's expecting "this is Hell" to start with, but she has to tolerate a bit of expected BS before getting down to it. If there was a way around it, she'd take that. ]
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Follow Me Down, II
[ One thing that's the same everywhere in the universe is bars. Great places to find ask around, get a feel for things -- find trouble, if it's on offer. This apparently being Hell, it at least looks like a decent bar, which is to say, full of people too stoned to be bothered if she asks a few pointed questions. ]
[ She orders a tumbler of whatever's strong and amber; she can't get drunk anyway. Then, off to look for someone with loose lips. ]
[ She slides into an open seat next to someone who doesn't seem too far gone to talk, looking poised and casual, tossing her hair a bit to use her looks to their utmost to get attention -- she has a policy of exploiting every advantage she can get. ]
(( OOC: canonically, other androids/robots can tell there is something more than human about her, if you want to notice that is fine with me! Humans with extra senses should just sense a regular human unless you can read minds. ))
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He nodded politely at the woman who approached him though he didn't return the smile. "What have you been told so far?"
He doesn't want to repeat information she's already been given.
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elena fisher | uncharted
ii. network (video | un: bandicoot)
iii. reach up high
iv. wildcard
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Considering I'm almost bored out of my absolute mind in this Hell so far, sure.
[ The accent is Russian, and while her words seem on the dismissive side, blunt is just how she is even when she doesn't mean it in a rude way. ]
I'm Illyana Rasputina, hi.
[ You know, since Elena introduced herself. She's just doing it in reverse - introduction last. ]
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Wynonna Earp | Syfy's Wynonna Earp | OTA
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If Wynonna was in a better mood, she would be down for pranking Barbas -- and maybe the right person could still convince her to do so. But for right now? She's been hunting the turkeys down. Literally. As in shooting her big ass gun at them, covering her boots in blood and feathers. The manipulative pleas don't seem to get to her.
Or maybe she doesn't care. She's lost Waverly. She needs something to feel like control after the past few months. This almost feels like control.
Almost.
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The thing about owning a bar is people know where to find you, and sometimes Wynonna doesn't want to be easily found. Tonight is one of those nights. But the electricity in the bar has drawn her in and even she can't resist the lightening of the mood. It's welcome, honestly. She drinks whiskey. She eats donuts. Gluttony has always been one of her sins, and it's no different now.
Somehow, as the evening keeps going she finds herself in a game of strip poker. Could be fun.
"I've gotten naked for worse reasons," She muses to anyone nearby as she's dealt in. What's the worst that can happen?
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He's just asking for a friend really, and maybe quietly hoping that he has little, if anything, to do with said worse reasons. But it feels like it's been an age since he saw her last - the only kind of joke he feels he can bring himself to say is the first thing he notices when she turns around. Facefucking a box of doughnuts would not have been her best look but she seems to have left some evidence behind on top of that.
"You've got powdered sugar on your nose," he points out quietly, brushing the side of his curled finger against the tip of his nose to gesture exactly which spot she's missed. It could be cocaine, but who is Mr. Opium and Whiskey to judge?
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Conrad Achenleck | Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name | OTA 🦇
(( backdated to Nov. 16th // feel free to party crash! ))
— Conrad would never tell anyone that it's his birthday. Actually, he probably forgot about it... And what would be the point, anyway? He's the definition of a party pooper, more often than not. He's probably the least Scorpio-like Scorpio ever.
But somehow some of the demons in hell are aware it's his special day and as Conrad makes his way into the kitchen for his daily blood meal he finds a troupe of demons and a cake... a cake that appears to be bleeding. "What the hell- What're you-??" Before Conrad can even ask what this is all about, to his utter dismay they begin singing a rousing rendition of happy birthday!
He's not certain if this is meant to be a form of torment or... Are they actually trying to be nice to him???
— Even when the cake and sing-along business is over and done with, he still can't escape good-natured well-wishing on his birthday. One of the demons slaps a ribbon on his chest that reads BIRTHDAY BOY and, try as he might, Conrad can't get it off... Apparently, it's stuck on him until his birthday comes to an end.
He tries going bat, just to see if he can escape his fate of being branded, but even as a tiny bat, it remains. It's clear as day that he's the lucky birthday boy. One can watch him flail around and even if he poofs back and forth in a cloud of smoke between his default and bat form, the badge stays put. Clearly, this has to be some sort of torture, he can't see it as anything but!
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I: Don't you look good in red~
(( cw: blood // warnings will be added as necessary ))
— The club isn't a place Conrad frequents, but it's easy to lure him in with the smell of blood. It's a major weakness, being a vampire and all. He doesn't even want to think about it, but the prospect of being covered in blood, or covering someone else in it, piques his vampiric interests like nothing else. Plus he'd enjoy being able to get at some blood that doesn't taste like turkey...
Normal foodstuff doesn't interest him any, so he's easily led by the nose to a room that reeks of cut flesh. A nosy demon ushers him along, urging him to take a peek inside, but he really doesn't need the extra help. His eyes glow a faint red in the blacklight and he looks like he's halfway intoxicated by the scent and promise of fresh blood.
"You're an artist, right? Oh, you should have a lot of fun," the demon muses, pointing at Conrad with a smirk before he leaves him to it.
Conrad fumbles with his fingers, tempted to nip himself with sharp fangs just to get a quick taste of blood before he completely loses it. But it's then he notices he's feeling a bit more exposed than he would like.
"What the fuuuuuuuuck-!?" Somehow, somewhere along the way his shirt vanished... And he hasn't even done anything yet!
II: Raise the stakes~
— This isn't the first time he's gotten himself roped into playing poker, but he's no gambler and he's lousy at cards. He doesn't even frequent the bar often, but he shows up for a drink every now and again and he keeps a lookout for the rare person he would consider to be an acceptable blood donor. Or, yanno, he's always happy to have some good company, someone to commiserate with...
Conrad wrinkles up his nose as he eyes the cards he's dealt and he glances at the dealer demon and then the player across from him. Yeah, he doesn't look like he has a great hand.
"Ugh, I fold..." he grouses. He really doesn't have much of a poker face, does he? He's about to lose his shirt, figuratively speaking.
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Happy, Happy Birthday;
He follows Conrad away from the party, watching him turn into a bat and then back again with amusement. He doesn't even look like a normal bat. He's all red and round. God, that's funny.
"I think your fate is sealed, birthday boy." He laughs and steps closer, reaching out to give that ribbon a flick. "They put frills on it and everything. How sweet. They must really like you."
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Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle | OTA
Stand Your Ground | Network Voice UN: lilyblue
[Blue did not appreciate the sudden reappearance of Barbas any more than others around. She was, decidedly, not fond of most in the Hell Heirarchy.
She's even less fond of the prospect of things being added to Hellburbia, a place she felt she and her boys had been able to carve out a relative home. It invited trouble. And she wasn't going to be quiet about such opinions.]
Are we all in agreement that these additions are sketchy as fuck? Any plans to do anything about it?
Reach Up High | Hellburbia: Pranks
"You want some help?" Blue had been, initially, trying to help heard the Hell turkeys somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't in her backyard, and preferably without maiming any turkeys. Demonic birds were still just birds, right?
But then, oh then, Blue had caught wind of what some ne'er-do-wells were planning to do with the turkeys. And honestly? Barbas's backyard seemed a much more suitable home for birds that definitely remembered they were descended from dinosaurs.
"They can be a bit of a handful."
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Want something else with Blue that doesn't fit with the prompts above? Drop your own start or hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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"Oh um... I was just trying to gather as many as I could." He smiled at her, he's seen her around before. "Trying to keep them out of trouble."
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Diana Prince | DCEU | OTA
"Do they always drag you into these things?" Diana asks, directing her question at Bean as she leans in to tempt him with a bit of—disconcertingly turkey flavored—croissant.
She might get her finger bit, but clearly it's a risk worth taking.
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For the moment, Diana has put aside her sword and shield in favor of a broom, which she's using to encourage the demon turkeys away from the sinners and demons they may be harassing and herding them into an unoccupied house.
It might not be the best plan, but it is better than letting them be killed.
Unfortunately, the birds don't seem especially appreciative—they scatter and gobble aggressively, pecking when any skin comes within reach of their beaks.
"You could at least try to help," she tells one of the turkeys in frustration as it tries to dart past her and back onto its rampage.
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[Or hit me up with another idea?]
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"They might know what's going to happen to them," he offers as she grumbles at the turkeys. "I'd try to escape too, if I knew someone was planning on serving me for dinner."
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Rogue | Marvel 616 | OTA
[Per usual, the period of intensity is followed by something more normal, relatively speaking. They are still in Hell, after all. And while Rogue is feeling better, she’s still not feeling great, particularly since the arrival of both blood snow and horned turkeys.
To her, it means that the holidays she misses most from home are around the corner, which is a knife-twist of a reminder that Remy’s still gone. So many people from her chosen family here and from home have disappeared. She hopes they returned home to safety. To somewhere better than Hell.
It’s highly unlikely.
While she avoids the cranberry and turkey flavored drinks, preferring something neat from the bottle, the mutant does partake in the turkey round up. Not because she particularly wants to help the staff or keep them from menacing folks, but because come hell or high water she’s going to whip up an actual Thanksgiving turkey with a few sides.]
Of course demon turkeys give puppy eyes. [She drawls in complaint, loud enough that a wandering sinner or demon may be enticed to shift course and investigate. The woman doesn’t seem to be plussed by the sad, ‘please don’t kill me’ performance she’s receiving from the two birds. Instead, she’s moving right along with the butchering.
Unless she’s interrupted.
In the end, at least one bird (possibly two) found its way into the kitchen ovens, the savory and welcoming smell of that and what sides she could scrounge up. Did she maybe steal vegetables from Club Penance for the meal? Perhaps. Best not to think about that, and instead trust that the Southern woman has properly washed and dressed all of the ingredients appropriately regardless of how she acquired them.
Sweet potato pie is sweet potato pie, after all.
At some point, she pings folks on the network to swing by for a bite if they’re hungry. It’s set up like a potluck buffet as best as she can manage. All are welcome to enjoy a plate or two.]
ii | stand your ground | network; un: rogue
Anyone that’s hungry is welcome to grab some Thanksgiving fixins in the kitchen.
iii | follow me down | prompt I | cw: voyeurism, sexual content, nudity | 18+ for nsfw items
[The mutant shouldn’t act recklessly by choosing to go to Club Penance. She’s not ignorant of what happens there, and while she spends the majority of her time within the ‘safer’ area of the club, eventually the mutant meanders over to the adult side.
Nevermind her mutation and the potential risks it involves.
Her gloves eventually come off, and she can be found using her bare fingers to consume the heaping pile of whipped cream on her hot chocolate, one finger scoop and languid lick at a time. Green eyes survey her surroundings, like a predator peering for prey at times, person-watching while enjoying her alcohol and sugar laced with aphrodisiacs.
Look close enough and the slow rocking of her hips against the stool she’s perched upon, mouth parting when she has to catch her breath.]
Hey sugah! [She suddenly calls out with a grin, finger crooking to beckon them over. ] Yes you. C’mere.
iv | follow me down prompt II
[While Rogue has a stash of good liquor in her suite, she can be found with relatively frequency down at the hotel bar as of late. Often she’s just sitting at the bar, in thought or chatting with the staff or other sinners. It’s good to make friends, especially with those who work here. Gossip tends to flow at bars too.
Other nights she may drink enough to be put in a mood to dance, to lean into some physical contact.]
You up for a dance? [She draws, offering a gloved hand as she finishes her drink with the other.]
v | wildcard
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Seto "Satine" Kaiba | Yugioh AU
[The memory of an endless sea of hands reaching for her, taking hold of anything they could reach, pressing their fingertips tightly against her skin until their gnarled nails left imprints on her exposed skin and tore at her clothes was still fresh on her mind doing nothing for her disposition. It didn't matter that the physical damage had been healed, the emotional scars remained firmly in place.
How dare they have the insolence to touch me. ME?! Seto Kaiba.
Seto might not have been the name she was given at birth, but it was the one she ascribed to her financial success. It certainly could be taken more seriously in stuffy office rooms than Satine.
It wasn't difficult to find the room she was meant to be staying in, but she took exception to having to share it with her roommates. Finding the room currently empty save for some personal effects she set to work throwing these objects deftly out the nearest window or doorway until there was nothing left to take her aggression out on.]
There. A little redecorating and I've improved this room tenfold.... now if only I could have the lock changed...
[Or she could always change it herself but the hotel staff might frown on that]
II. A practical use for impractical substances - Library
[Lying on the table before the haughty brunette was an odd assortment of vials and capsules she'd managed to carefully smuggle out of the various establishments here. Tucked away in a less frequented corner of the library she cross referenced the substances with the available tomes until she was relatively certain what they all were.]
So many aphrodisiacs... it's as if no one here is capable of seduction without them. It's pathetic, really.
[Still, she didn't discard them as they could be useful in some circumstances. Delicately she organized a case placing the various classes of drugs into different compartments ranging from weakest to strongest in terms of effectiveness and strength. She was a bit more invested in the proper poisons, since one needed to be able to defend themselves and it was a subject she was all too familiar with.
Picking up a deep violet vial, she swiftly pocketed that one for easier access before snapping the case shut.]
It's a start....
III. Wildcard me
[The list of sins Satine has racked up is as high as her gaming scores so there's plenty to play with here]
II
Ugh, if I can take care of a dragon I can definitely do this... definitely not filling my room up with straw though, you guys.
[ As if they understand her, they stomp their feet and huff, and the blond raises her hands in a placating manner as she moves to walk past them, noticing the taller brunette and hearing something about 'aphrodisiacs'. ]
Dude, believe me, this place is full of pervs. The aphrodisiacs just make the less inclined lose their minds, gag.
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Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | OTA
[He stood in the hotel lobby, contract and pamphlet in one hand, smartphone in the other. He didn't look dead. He didn't feel dead. But he didn't doubt it. The memory of his fire dragon bearing down on him was still vivid, as he'd stood there unflinching. He didn't care that he was dead, he was more concerned with the fact that an afterlife existed. Even then 'concerned' was a strong word for the way he felt. Charmed? Curious? He wasn't as bothered by it as he should be, he was sure.
Folding up the contract and pamphlet, he shoved them and his new phone into his pockets before checking for his sunglasses. Coming up empty-handed, he sighed.]
Shit.
[He should have been more concerned with other things, he really should have, and it wasn't the biggest inconvenience; he could just dream himself up a new pair, but.
Looking around the lobby, he caught someone's eye and said-]
Hey. Let me ask you something.
[He was going to ask anyway, no matter what they said.]
ii. Sweet Treats
[He really wasn't expecting his latte to taste like turkey when he took a sip. Making a face, he eyed his drink and then whoever happened to be standing nearby.]
Does your shit taste like turkey, too?
[He wasn't even that big on holidays, not unless he could throw a party for the occasion or get blackout drunk. He hadn't properly celebrated Thanksgiving in years, if ever. Since before his father had tried to kill him. Since before the dog incident.]
Someone's getting a little too enthusiastic about the fucking holidays here.
iii. Reach Up High
[When the turkey had first come at him, pecking at his shins and ankles, he'd kicked it away. He loved animals, he really did, but he had zero patience for some kind of hell turkey out for blood. Then he'd heard about the pranksters who planned on throwing turkeys over the gate to Barbas's mansion. Kavinsky didn't give a single flying fuck who Barbas was, but any kind of pranks were up his alley.
Which was why he could be found walking down the street with a live turkey tucked under one arm, headed towards the previously mentioned mansion. Attempts to talk him out of it would probably fall on deaf ears, but it was the thought that counted, right?]
iv. Follow Me Down 2 - cw for drugs and alcohol
[Fuck karaoke, fuck food. He was pleasantly high and ridiculously drunk, a combination that put him in a good mood but not good enough to give a go of making a fool out of himself on stage. He never felt like eating when he was high, either, which suited him just fine.
Tucked away at a table in the hotel bar, he propped his head on one hand, elbow on the table, and watched people coming and going. Alright, so this wasn't anything close to the kind of party he would have prefered, but it was better than nothing and he would never turn down an opportunity to have fun.
Taking his glass, he eventually peeled himself out of his chair and headed over to another table--your table--and invited himself to sit down. With a wicked grin, he said-]
You up for a game of strip poker?
v. Network | UN: thief
question for the masses
what's ur favorite way to pass time?
shit gets boring as fuck around here
vi. Wildcard
[ooc: Got an idea of your own? Yeet it at me! I'll also match prose if you prefer.]
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