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TEST DRIVE MEME #3


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.



Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.



Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.



STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The general mood now that the carnival has passed seems to be almost dreary. The hotel staff is more snappish than usual and the demons outside are more aggressive towards guests of the hotel now, as if they think they have the right to treat guests even further below them than usual.



And as if to mirror the current mood, there seems to be a steady storm brewing outside that seems to just last and last. There's thunder and lightning happening, but the rain that's falling is a bit...off. It's a mix of hellfire and blood.

The blood begins to pool and flood certain areas as the days drag on, but curiously, the hellfire that burns around the community never seems to falter for even a moment.

The fire falling from the sky burns and stings the flesh if anyone is unfortunate enough to be caught out in it though. Despite that, there's almost a chill in the air.

Guests of the hotel will be reassured that this is perfectly normal, seasonal weather and that the hotel itself is in no danger of flooding. Just be careful going outside for the next couple weeks. There are umbrellas available at the front desk.

Be careful though. It's easy to get stranded outside in heavy, near blinding downpours or to be burnt if you forget that umbrella when you go out. Sinners are free to take shelter in the club, the library, or run back to the hotel as soon as they can. They may also notice the warehouse from the carnival has been left unlocked if they've ventured that far out.

There's still something eerie about it though... Sinners may see glimpses from their past or worst fears popping up from the corner of their eye as a residual from the ride it housed, like creepy phantoms. You may even hear a whisper or two of a familiar voice...

Probably best to not stay there for too long, if you can help it!

Prompt II

Per Lucifer's instruction, a day spa and bathhouse has been opened up in part of the former carnival grounds! It's more for his own benefit than anyone else's. It's not easy running an entire carnival and dealing with the complaints of sinners and demons alike when things don't go exactly their way.



Like all spas, guests of the hotel can go in for some deserved pampering. Facials, massages, steam baths, etc. The bathhouse has an area to shower before you go in for a nice soak in the spacious tubs available. Please note that these are unisex areas, but there are some private tubs for those who are too shy. The demons may side-eye you and your ridiculous modesty standards though.

Unfortunately, due to the rush to put it all together, there are some unfortunate kinks to work out still. Some of the tubs may reach boiling temperatures suddenly or steam rooms may lock and become insufferably hot before guests can get out. The demons may not account for the frailer, squishier bodies of some of the sinners during massages (or that's what they say at least).

Some of the treatments may be strange as well. Baths full of blood of the young that staff claim will restore your youth, pheromone washes that are derived from incubi that are said to make you absolutely irresistible to everyone. You're probably better off not asking what that mud-like substance is they're trying to rub on your face...

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
body horror, insects, zombies, etc.

"My absolutely sincerest apologies, my honored guests. It seems a few of the participants in the carnival have brought some germs along with them. But that's just as well. It's time to face your next punishment and this is the perfect opportunity." Lucifer's voice rings out for all guests to hear one fine morning, soon after the rain has started.

"Now I realize some feelings may be a bit hurt after the show, but forgiveness and putting on a brave face to work together are both extremely important traits. Father will be appreciative if you've at least started towards mastering them."

What he means by all of that becomes apparent soon enough. The zombie clowns and the tentacle monsters of the carnival left behind some horrifying infections, it seems.

Guests will notice that eldritch-type abominations are beginning to lurk around the hotel, ready to jump out at them at unexpected turns. They appear to be staff that have been twisted into horrible mutations. Guests can fight or they can try to board up their suites and rooms to protect themselves. Or they can run out of the hotel and hope they make it to one of the other establishments close by unscathed by them or the weather.

Although there do seem to be things that are oddly zombie-like wandering around out there. Slow and shambling, although ready to chase at a moment's notice.

If any of these abominations scratch or bite the sinners, they'll start to feel... odd. Perhaps it starts as a woozy sensation, something just slightly off-balanced inside and progresses there. It's nothing at all to worry about, right? Right, probably. Just ignore the strange symptoms. Maybe the sinner won't even have to tell anyone, right?

And besides, if everyone all worked together to protect one another, then they'll be fine and won't have to worry at all about bites or scratches anyway.

Or, alternatively, they can let the slower ones in their group be the bait, sacrificing a friend along the way, etc. It's also a perfect way to escape from what's promising to be an impending horror show by itself. God may not be happy about it, but God isn't down here suffering this.

There's also an option to just beg the hotel staff for a repellent to keep the nasties away from you... it's maybe not the most glamorous or exciting way to deal with things, but it does seem to work fairly well. Just remember there's a price for not seeing through your punishment. There's always a price.

Guests may just get a bad batch of repellent if they're particularly unfortunate that slowly turns them to stone after all. It's at least not as horrific as becoming an abomination right? It just means watching the horror show from within a stone prison. Ah, well. They can't all be winners, right? It will wear off after a bit.

Now, here's what will happen, depending on the monster that bites you:

If bitten by a zombie or ghoul, characters will slowly begin to change. Their hearts will stop, but they will still be alert somehow. They'll eventually start to rot though, and along with that, comes an insatiable hunger for human flesh that they may or may not be ignored. Eventually, their minds will begin to go as well until it's impossible to think even remotely clearly.

Or, who knows, maybe they'll be lucky and become an almost vampire-like creature with a thirst for blood instead. At least they'll mostly be in control of their own mind?

If touched or scratched by an eldritch abomination, they'll have seen true terror and madness from somewhere beyond the very stars themselves. It will boil through their blood, change them into something inconceivable, something barely within comprehension. It will twist them from within, bones and organs both until they've become the monster they've always had inside of them. They'll start to want to cause others the pain they feel, to kill everything within sight as their mind starts to fade to the abyss and malice. Tentacle beasts or other horrific creatures fall under this umbrella.

Prompt II

If slowly changing into an abomination isn't the sinner's thing, or they're simply an overachiever, no one has to worry! There's another shot of redemption waiting once that whole mess is squared away. Lucifer even kindly chose something that wouldn't harm any freshly healing bodies, just out of consideration for his guests.

Instead, all one will have to do is sincerely apologize. Walk up to someone and apologize for something they've done, against them or another. Past or present. They'll have to specify in detail what they're apologizing for though, so don't try to wiggle out of that!

And if the other person forgives them their sin, that's really all it takes.

"All Father asks for is true remorse for repentance. Please show him you're capable of that much," Lucifer's voice rings out in the sinners' heads, soft and inviting.

"I certainly know that you are, even if you're unaware of the fact. So, go to one of your fellow penitents and ask for forgiveness, it shall be given."

Lucifer seems to leave out the fact that the other person has to genuinely forgive as well... and if they don't? Have fun losing one of your senses painfully. It will pass in a few hours, he's sure.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I

"You're tired, aren't you? You poor thing..." Lucifer's voice rings out in the back of your head as it always does, tinged with what feels like genuine sympathy. "Father expects so much of you, and now, I'll have to as well. If you agree to this simple task, at least. I can at least promise you a bit of a break after if you succeed. So come."

The voice beckons and it's impossible to not follow. How the sinner's feet feet know where to lead them is anyone's guest, but they stop outside of a room after winding hallway after winding hallway, various flights of stairs that never have been there before. Sinners will find themselves entering a room with a partner, drawn the same way.

The room inside is lavish and comfortable, with food and drink placed out for sinners to partake in, along with any other items or vices they may want. But before their focus can linger too long on the offers, their attention will be drawn towards a mirror sat on a desk in the room. There are two contracts to the side of it.

"Go on, look in the mirror and then read the contracts."

The voice urges and now the guests are faced with a choice. Do they choose to turn and leave right then and there? Go back to their room and forget the temptation, or do they venture a look to see what happens?

Looking into the mirror, and for a moment, it will feel like both partners have stepped into a perfect getaway, provided by Lucifer himself. Hopefully both partners like each other because they're staying in some luxurious home together, with everything they could dream of. Even friends and family are but a call away, even ones they may have lost or parted on bad terms with. They also seem to have limitless funds and access to anything.

Sinners instinctively know that Lucifer is offering them endless desires if they just agree to a task... is it so simple though?

Of course this little shared hallucination can't last forever. Sinners snap out of it soon and they'll find themselves in the room they started in. If they take a look at the contract, they'll find a simple proposal:

Outside the gates of this community is uncharted territory full of various dangers and far more imposing demons than have been allowed within. But there are several artifacts that Lucifer desires scattered throughout Hell itself. Be brave and find them, and you and your partner will be given a respite from your daily punishment. A week out of Hell, given at Lucifer's discretion, for a job successfully completed.

However, breathe a word of this task to anyone beyond your partner, and you may face harsh consequences.


As always, Lucifer is willing to give sinners time to talk among themselves before making a decision. If you both decide to take on this task, a drop of blood will be more than enough to seal the contract. Remember that pledging yourself to Satan may not be quite the path to redemption though...

While characters discuss their options, they will be allowed to spend one night in the suites. They may also take another gander into the mirror...

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, potential kinks, violence, non-con or dub-con.

With the carnival going on for two weeks, and more people focused on getting their rush in an entirely different way for the most part, the succubi and incubi are starting to feel just a bit starved. This leads to impatience and agitation. They tried so hard to be good during the festivities, putting on their best behavior, but they can't wait any longer.

The constant, horrible weather outside hasn't done much for business at the club, and it's simply not helping matters at all. Deciding to take things into their own hands, it seems the demons have come up with their own plans and solutions since Lucifer hasn't given them any yet.

The demons have decided to take unsuspecting guests at the hotel. Whatever sinners are doing from taking a nice stroll or settling in for a good night's sleep, they'll find their surroundings changing beneath their feet. It will all fade away to an unfamiliar room where the ravenous demons surround them. It seems the succubi and incubi want their own show finally.

The clowns, after all, were decidedly not sexual. The energy hadn't been the same.

They've chosen sinners a partner, whether they're their usual type or not. They don't care. You can simply make it work. They've furnished a bed and any sort of sexual aids you could want from the basics to toys to instruments of pain.

If you're a bit performance shy, you'll find they don't particularly care. For every instance sinners resist, they'll find themselves in a certain amount of pain. Perhaps it's as minor as a headache that will grow steadily worse or tiny, painful cuts that seem to magically appear. Perhaps it's even a little electric zap to get you moving.

Either feed them or be tormented, that's the game.

The demons may have special requests that range anywhere from plain vanilla sex to partners having to endure pain to someone having to permanently mark another as theirs, whether they know each other or not.

If sinners really want to get out, then they have to participate whether they want to or not.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's third TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside. There's a locations page that describes the library and the club a bit more thoroughly, if you're interested in sending your characters exploring these establishments!

Because these prompts count as game canon, current players are more than welcome to do their own top levels for these prompts in the meme itself or logs community.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warnings in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment or on the FAQ page.

Since there are new faces around, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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stormbreaking: (pic#13062773)

[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, Thor would probably find the rabbits rather interesting too, if only because he hasn't seen any others in Hell, so-- it's possibly better they meet in his.

It'll be fine, most likely.

Although the response has him turning his attention back to John. "Well, in that case, I certainly wouldn't say no to a repeat sometime."

He wouldn't say no to many distractions at the moment, actually. But that's neither here nor there.
bravejemma: (Default)

Jemma Simmons || Agents of SHIELD || OTA

[personal profile] bravejemma 2019-07-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival

[Gift shops were something of a weakness of Jemma's. Not so severe as to be on the list of transgressions that she now kept in her pocket, but there was something fascinating in both a good and bad way about what people would emblazon their place name on -- keychains, shot glasses, statuary, t-shirts, nothing too big or too gaudy to declare "Hey, I Went Here and Bought a Thing!" And there's certainly an interesting selection in this shop.

Back in the corner she finds a bar and the jukebox, bright and bold as any you might find in a cheesy diner. She's leery of pouring herself anything to drink, given how she'd woken up, but she flips through the music, noticing the pattern: Sympathy for the Devil, Highway to Hell, Devil Went Down to Georgia, Go to Hell -- well, at least they could keep with a theme.]


2. Stand Your Ground - I

[Jemma was from England and used to rain. All year round, cold winter rains that almost froze to ice on the pavement and was slick to walk or drive in, warm rains in the summer that were for children to play in, and everything in between. What she was not accustomed to was fire and blood dropping from the sky.

By the time she realized what the thick liquid soaking her clothes and hair was, it was mostly too late. She choked on a scream and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She nearly slips as she sprints into the hotel lobby, now dripping with blood. Jemma. It's just blood. You've done autopsies and surgery and been injured and injured others. Don't lose your wits.

That pep talk is going to go on for a little bit longer.]


3. Reach Up High - I

[The hotel was being overrun. And while she wouldn't have said she felt safe by any stretch of the imagination, it was much less threatening behind her barricaded door with (your character!). She has a weapon, just a simple fireman's ax which she'd taken from the box in the hall -- which really, seems sort of ridiculous, given that this is Hell and who is going to try and put out a fire in Hell--

Jemma jumps and squeezes her eyes shut when there's a bang on the wall near the door, and then a scratching noise at the door, like a dog wanting to be let in. It goes eerily silent for a moment, and she hopes whatever is on the other side has merely gone away. She releases the breath she'd been holding, shakily, and makes herself open her eyes.]

I hope that door holds.


4. Something Else

[You pick something. \o/]
Edited 2019-07-09 02:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
The reaction is almost a bit startling and he holds up a hand in a pacifying gesture, shaking his head. "What I lost that night, it was returned. There was no reason to speak of it."

He manages a more reassuring look. "I'm well. Just a bit distracted. There's no reason for you to be sorry."
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Good. [It's good that he's kept out of it, that he's been safe. He gives a shrug of his shoulders.]

I'm fine. I've not had it as bad as a few others. [He's a bit tired of other things, but not of helping if he's able to. He motions towards one of the baths they're coming up on.]

At least nothing that a nice soak shouldn't help.
compelledtoprotect: (i'm really not sure about this)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-09 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Steve was already touching the man's face, worried as hell. Probably no woulds would still be visible, but it was one of those things you did. When you learned someone had been hurt, you checked for injuries. He ran his fingers through Thor's hair, still finding nothing that seemed even remotely like a wound.

"You didn't get hurt? They didn't torture you too? What did you lose if not blood that night?" He didn't buy the look Thor gave him. That was the kind of thing he said to make people feel better and he wasn't in the least fooled. Steve did sit back though, dropping his hands into the water again. If the guy wanted to left alone, he really should stop bothering him. Not that he seemed any good at that . . .
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't say I wasn't hurt. I gave my eye for a girl's." He sighs at the touch though, tilting into it briefly.

If Steve truly ants the details, he can give some. He'd rather not burden anyone though. "It was returned the next morning. But for a night-- I thought it wouldn't be. I've lost an eye before, back home. A kind friend gave me a replacement, but-- they didn't choose that one to remove."
compelledtoprotect: (ehhhhhhhhh!?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-09 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
“Your eye? Thor!” His hands were on the man’s face again and Steve was peering into both eyes, fingers gently tracing the skin under and around each. True, he’d have given anything he had to save people himself, but that didn’t mean he approved of his friends doing the same! In theory he might grow organs and limbs and such back! He wasn’t positive his healing would cover that kind of loss, but to save someone he’d risk it. But to ask that of anyone else . . .

“It looks fine now, but what do you mean you lost one before? How did you lose an eye the first time? What the hell have you been doing with yourself all this time Thor?” Steve’s hands cupped the man’s face and he leaned in, resting his forehead against Thor’s, “You poor thing. I wish you’d said something Thor. I would have done something. Even a hug would have been more than nothing . . .”
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Now that you have it, what do you plan to do?" He shifts a little bit, sliding an arm around the other to rest against the back of the tub, legs parting slightly wider.
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-07-09 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"That sister I told you about. She took more than just Mjolnir from me." His expression softens and he reaches up to rest his hands against Steve's on.

"Lucifer was teasing us, I suppose. Part of the torture, thinking we'd lost something forever." It had been a relief to wake up the next morning to it back though, more than he can say.

"There's nothing you could have done. I chose the punishment, myself."
invicto: (two.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-07-09 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm not sure yet," he sighs, giving a little shrug. "I could lean in and whisper it real sweet, while asking for what I want. Or you could help me find new ways of screaming it out loud."

His touch stops on Thor's inner thigh, palm pressed to skin as he curls his fingers against the flesh. "Any suggestions? Preferences?"
neverbloomed: (How many time I've kicked you out here)

[personal profile] neverbloomed 2019-07-09 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Still not Asian. [Not that Ko-mo is one to talk. With his dyed bright hair and blue eye-contacts and all.]

You better hope not. If you were a decade older than me then you'd definitely be ancient. But 22 isn't that bad.
sharktrash: (frown // ugh gross)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-07-09 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm trying!

[ It really doesn't sound like he is. ]

Do you have anything else useful, or do you expect me to drag your ass out of this?
poisonedpride: (shoulder)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-07-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clear of monsters or fellow inmates?" It's more musing to herself than an actual question. She's keeping her attention on the ends of the hallways, on the doors. "Have you been to the kitchen yet?"
poisonedpride: (smirk)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-07-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I do. [She takes a seat opposite him and raises an eyebrow.] All manners, aren't you, asking a lady to bare her soul before you know her name.

styxtoshadows: (hoodie  8)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-09 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Maybe try not talking then. I'd hate to see what would happen to you in a room full of roabies.

[As if Styx isn't chattering away himself.]

Hah. Hardly. I can distract 'em while you fight or pin 'em in place.

[Or run off and let Squalo get eaten, but from what he's seen Squalo is too useful a survival partner to just waste like that.]
brightestinthenight: (parrying)

[personal profile] brightestinthenight 2019-07-09 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[hey, poe? the whole zoomy thing is super cool but mayyybe not when everyone with a weapon has their guard way up on account of the AWFUL MONSTERS. yuri barely stops himself from slicing at his neck.]

Poe?!

[he's got some gore on him. it's not his.]
styxtoshadows: (Default)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-09 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[So it's probably not going to gore him just yet. Even though the tusk is nearly pointed in his direction. He reaches out to pat it, prepared to duck in necessary.]

Hey wait, aren't you that guy...?
deaddrop: (icona alba)

3. Reach Up High - I

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-07-10 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[All things considered, there are worse people than Natasha Romanoff to be holed up with when monsters attack. There's probably better too, but so far she hasn't gotten any complaints.

She doesn't expect that to change.

She leans against the dresser that's been shoved in front of the door, weapons still in their harnesses. The door will last for a while. Even if it goes, there's furniture to get through before the zombie get to them. But she likes being able to feel just how much pressure they're putting on things.]


It'll hold. The door's solid, and the monsters aren't. [Then, glancing over her shoulder.] Probably they'll get bored and try another door.
hypoxic: (but they put on a poker face)

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[personal profile] hypoxic 2019-07-10 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The blood hasn't been sitting well with Fitz either, but it's certainly not out of character for this place. Like most of the things here, he's consigned to endure it until he's got a way out planned. He's still clean as he moves through the lobby, holding a bloodstained umbrella in one hand as he brushes past the demon staff with a small nod and a polite greeting. He keeps his head down to keep from inviting conversation, and nearly leaves without noticing her at all, but the fact that she's soaked draws his attention. She went out without proper outerwear? In this weather?? She could be burned!]

Are you all--

[He freezes when he gets a look at her face.]
bravejemma: (excuse you)

[personal profile] bravejemma 2019-07-10 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She's certainly not going to get complaints from Jemma. She could do far worse than one of the Avengers.]

Good. Nice to know hell hasn't skimped on quality building materials at least.

[Then again, she supposes they have to, what with hellfire raining down, she's quiet for a long moment as she listens to the monsters -- there's definitely two -- shuffle away. And only then does she release her breath.]

So is marauding monsters a regular occurrence here, or... ?
bravejemma: (worry)

[personal profile] bravejemma 2019-07-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Only one person has ever looked at her like that, or at least only one had been first in her heart. And he was here, in front of her, while she's looking like Carrie White at the prom. Not that it matters what she looks like -- it never had, and it's not what she's concerned with. It's that he's dead, but also alive, and out there somewhere, and the somewhere was here?

Then again, maybe they were both dead now. But it doesn't change how glad she is to see him. She wants to throw her arms around him and hold him, tell him everything that's happened without knowing where to start. But she was covered in blood, and that was not something he would enjoy. Still, she can't help but smile to see him, even if it's some trick of the environment.]

Fitz...
deaddrop: (zilephus granulosus)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-07-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Take your pick." The answer is the same either way; moot, since there was no way to keep an area secure once it was clear anyway. "Not since things went to shit. Imagine I'll have to make a run sooner rather than later, but it's going to draw people with the same idea."
deaddrop: (eldonnia kayaensis)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-07-10 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
A little early to make the sweeping statements, but I think we should assume it's always a possibility. From what I've heard—it happens.

[It's just her first time dealing with it. At least these she can fight. From what she heard about the bugs they were dealing with before, that wouldn't always be an option.]

If you're concerned, I hear the staff might have something for it. But that would mean trusting the staff.
universal_charm: (Silhoutte Kiss)

[personal profile] universal_charm 2019-07-10 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Watching Thor tilt his head back, enjoy his touch - there's a pleasant eroticism in it, even if only for himself. He continued to stroke and play, kneading and massaging intermittently.

"No, no, by all means, do carry on," he purred, his other hand slipping across Thor's chest, slowly drawing his finger around the god's nipple, rocking his hips beneath the water. "I find myself rather fond of your form of distraction."
hypoxic: (It's like you're still near)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2019-07-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[She may be covered in blood, but she's Jemma Simmons covered in blood. He drops the things he was carrying and rushes to her side, desperate to scoop her up in his arms and confirm that she's solid.

It'll be a few moments before he realizes how absolutely disgusting this is.]

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