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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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sextaxpantera: (Default)

[personal profile] sextaxpantera 2019-07-01 05:19 am (UTC)(link)

[ He watched her for a long moment, and finally snorted, not bothering to pry further. He had a paper too, and he was willing to bet everyone else here had gotten one too. But it wasn't worth it to pry into it, and he didn't really care so much as he had been making conversation. Besides, she was a potential ally, as much as that galled him, and pissing her off wouldn't be the smartest idea right now. ]

You actually seen whoever it was that dragged us here though? I keep hearing "hell" like that's supposed to mean something?

[ Unsurprisingly, Grimmjow didn't really have a grasp of Christian concepts of the after life. ]

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[personal profile] xtwin_gunsx 2019-07-01 05:21 am (UTC)(link)

[ Squalo pulling away, practically flinching away from him, was new and uncomfortable. He did not like it. Xanxus was not a gentle man, prone to violence and yelling and just straight up shooting things, but Squalo had never shied away from like that. It made his skin crawl, and he very much wanted to punch whatever had put that sort of reaction into his right hand and lover.

He reached out, sliding his hand along Squalo's jaw and up to grip the back of his neck, gripping gently, brushing with his thumb. ]

Yeah, well, if you gotta check I think you know nicer ways than poking me.

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[personal profile] xtwin_gunsx 2019-07-01 05:29 am (UTC)(link)

[ He snorted and rolled his eyes, a fairly standard reaction to Squalo that wasn't outright threatening him with his guns (foreplay, really). His fingers let go of the other's hair and moved down beneath the water to grab around his waist, tugging Squalo up and into his lap. ]

You're to fucking far away. I'm not going to thank you for making me work.

[ He pressed his face into Squalo's throat and shoulder, arm around him as the water quieted. ]

styxtoshadows: (wot  1)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-01 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's a mitchigan?"

It's Styx's turn to look blank.

"Ah...maybe? But this seems to be some kind of place of punishment and they keep telling us we're dead, which I seriously doubt. I'm as solid as ever and there aren't any bits dropping off."
sharktrash: (shouting // don't get in my way)

i'll just assume this thread goes first chronologically then

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-07-01 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He may also have to punch himself some years back, then, I'm just saying. Squalo thinks nothing more of it than minding his manners; he already enjoyed pushing lots of Xanxus' buttons, but some of them were more dangerous than others, such as anything putting his authority into question. Not treating him as a proper Don was sort of that. And with the last eight years having been stolen from them, he was still in the process of finding out how far he could go with what. ]

[ Of course, Hell and its illusion bullshit doesn't exactly help with that either. ]

[ Which means, Xanxus' momentarily baffled expression is likewise mirrored on Squalo's face, probably even more obviously as he's rarely bothered to hide his feelings. ]

[ He's... not angry. That's weird. He vaguely recalled they had gotten relatively chill in the future, but it was still... unusual. ]

[ On the bright side, at least he's definitely not shying away from Xanxus' touch. ]


Xanxus?

[ It's still making his head spin and his hair stand on end in excitement all the same, though, as if that feather-light touch was almost electric. He lifts his good hand and rests it on top of the older man's. Look how fast he learns. ]

You're... different.

[ And now he's also laughing that little ugly hyena pup laugh of his. ]

Last time we were in a room together, I thought I'd have to zonk you out with my Flames to get your bandages changed. [ And yet, even then, he'd let Squalo touch him more than anyone else, when he thinks about it. Not surprising, of course. Who else was good enough for him? ] Should've known that's your version of pulling pigtails.
sharktrash: (mock gasp // don't tell me...)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-07-01 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a split second, Squalo's expression is utter confusion. ]

[ And then a wry grin spreads on his face. He tilts his head slightly sideways as if to bare more of his throat -- take it, bite it, do anything you want -- and loosely locks his arms around Xanxus' neck. ]

[ He could get used to this. ]

[ He's going to. ]


You could spank me for it.

[ He's not even sure what's going on here still, but Xanxus being openly into him is a fucking gift, and one he does not intend to waste. He leans down and tries to find the other's lips. That had to be allowed now, too, right? ]

If only that ever worked.
compelledtoprotect: (do what?)

arrival

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve saw the kid burst into the lobby and couldn't get there fast enough to catch him as he fell. He ended up standing over the guy, peering down at the gasping boy with concern written all over his face. Steve squatted down, laying a warm hand on the guy's chest, worried. It had been a rather nasty fall honestly.

"Hey, are you ok? That was a nasty fall. You didn't hit your head, did you? Move slowly . . ."
compelledtoprotect: (more pillow talk)

hot tub

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve knew it was Natasha before she came in the room and he kept his eyes closed out of politeness, opening them only when she was in the water. He offered an almost sleepy smile, lulled into boneless contentment by the hot water pummeling his sore muscles. It had been one of those days he hurt himself in training because he didn't stop when he knew he should, and the lure of the steaming water had been irresistible.

"Only if you do. How are you holding up? Doing ok so far?"
compelledtoprotect: (yeah right)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Steve gave the man a crooked smile at the neat job he made of sighing the contract. Yeah, he'd been a little dramatic, but it had been satisfying. He snorted and sipped his drink, hand already crusted with dried blood and the wound no longer actively bleeding. Not that he expected his new partner to notice.]


As I said before, it's Steve. You?
compelledtoprotect: (moremore smiles)

spaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hot water was always a blessing. The chance to sit in a giant vat of it was a miracle. Steve worked himself hard even on a good day. On a bad one, he ended up giving himself nasty bruises to go along with strains and pulls, so a good soak was a godsend. There were tons of things he should be doing and none of them included boiling himself, but he was still there in the baths anyway.

He heard Thor coming long before the man reached the edge of the pool but he didn't open his eyes until Thor was sitting in the water. It would have been rude to stare, though he was rather curious about Thor's body, but since he didn't want people staring at his own self, he certainly wasn't going to do it to someone else. Steve turned his head toward the man with a slow, lazy smile, wiggling his fingers in a vague hello. He felt like stewed meat, loose and cooked right on through. It was wonderful.

"Hey."
compelledtoprotect: (are you seriously asking that?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hardly. I'm just a human now, which is ironic as hell, and boring to boot. I'm not sure I could fight you off at all, to be honest. All the skill in the world is worthless if your enemy can still move faster than you.


[There might have been a little bitterness in his voice along with the wry humor. Steve wasn't incapable of appreciating the irony, he just hated it. His eyes narrowed as the man started throwing out unfamiliar words, and his gaze was drawn back to that disturbing hole in Grimmjow's belly, before he exposed the tattoo. None of it made any sense to Steve, but he'd never let a lack of understanding stop him before. He got slowly to his feet, using the wall to help him balance until his head stopped spinning. Dammit! He hated being human!]


Can't say I know those names, but I know a jaguar when I hear one. Are you a were Grimmjow? Is that your animal nature?
compelledtoprotect: (oh yeah?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He waved away the smoke with a scrunched-up nose, but he didn't bother saying anything aloud. Steve also didn't try to correct the inaccurate assumption of him being dead. Dead people didn't heal from wounds, which the guy in the doorway seemed to reflect. Actually, the guy looked like he was rotting. Smelled like it too . . .]


Fair enough. I've been a lot of places myself, though not many as tacky as this one. I'm Steve by the way. You got a name? I don't think I've seen you around before.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-01 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like the...state." Peter trails off somewhat lamely, but if he really didn't know what Peter meant...

"We're DEAD?" He doesn't mean to shout, but holy shit. Peter scrambles up off the ground, spots clouding his vision as he stands up too fast. "Is this really - are you - serious?"

He's gonna have another panic attack.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-01 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter just stares for a second as the concerned face swims over him, and is he still breathing as fast as it sounds, rushing in his ears? His hand flicks out, on instinct, to wraps his fingers around Steve's wrist, but his hand is warm and non-threatening, so Peter doesn't feel the need to remove it. In fact, it helps, in a way - it's grounding, the feeling of something solid when it feels like he's swimming through molasses.

"I'm - fine." Physically, anyway, he's still kind of freaking out. Does this guy look familiar? Peter still isn't registering anything beyond trying to calm the resounding anxiety that sets every nerve in his body to fight or flight. "That was - I'm just - gonna lie here a second."

So he flops back, closing his eyes and squeezing them tight behind the skewed glasses. Yeah, he really hopes he's dreaming.
compelledtoprotect: (yeah right)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-07-02 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Ok. Just rest a minute then. You don't look like you're bleeding. You got a name kiddo? I'm guessing you're new here?"

Steve patted the kid's chest lightly and then started to straighten those glasses gently. He smiled down at the kid and sighed, wondering why the hell Hell kept bringing in kids. It was just so wrong . . .
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[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-02 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Fucking hell, kid. Calm down."

Styx makes 'sit down' motions with his hands.

"That's the official story around here but I don't trust any of these chucklefucks further than I could throw them. You have questions, you go ask that Lucifer fellow."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-07-02 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, well, that's also why John's in this bath and not the other one. He wouldn't mind a more hands on experience but he's not interested in anything quite so... exfoliating.

He shuffles in a little closer to Thor once he's fully settled in, although he's not getting overly affectionate. Not in public. He'll kiss and fuck but none of that handholding and giggling shite for him, thanks.

The proximity's nice, at least. He can enjoy that much.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-02 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
“I’m crazy,” Peter announces, because clearly that’s the only answer here. He can’t be dead. He can’t be. And even if he was he wouldn’t be -

Well, okay. The list upstairs begs to differ, doesn’t it?

...still. If he were dead, Hell isn’t supposed to look like a motel six, right?

“Lucifer - do you hear yourself?” Peter’s voice climbs an octave and he takes a deep breath that doesn’t feel like it goes deep enough. “What, we can just talk to Mr. Hundred-and-One himself?”
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
“No I’m not - I’m not bleeding.” Peter takes a deep breath, listening to his heart thrum wildly in his chest. He tries to focus on his fingertips, relaxing them consciously even where they’re gripped on Steve’s wrist - then his palms, letting the calm slowly extend up his arm. Great tactic for dealing with the looping panic. He’s fine. He’s fine.

“My name’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.” Peter opens his eyes again when the man straightens his glasses, and the smile overhead is, at least, reassuring. Wherever he is - list or no list - Steve isn’t ringing any warning bells. “Yeah...I just woke up here.”
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-07-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Leave it to Steve to be a gentleman about this in particular. That seems like him. Natasha makes herself comfortable. The water covers her up to the shoulder, leaving a few scars visible though not so much else. However handsy Steve may have gotten, Natasha isn't uncomfortable with this.

She trusts him.

And honestly, they both probably need the chance to relax.

"I wouldn't be here if I had a problem with it." Pointed. She softens it with a smile. "I've been better, but it takes more than this to keep me down."

She doesn't elaborate on more than what. It would be hard to keep a smile on if they started talking about the circus at the end of the carnival.
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stand your ground ii

[personal profile] gibecnartne 2019-07-02 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I might mind a little...

[Considering he just put his butt uncomfortably close to her face a couple times while he got situated...]

I don't think you're supposed to bring that into the tub either.

[She pulls a face as he eats it. And to think, Zatanna had thought, for a brief precious moment, that she'd get a peaceful soak in the tub before anything too weird happened.]
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[personal profile] missdemon 2019-07-02 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Shouldn't have to, maybe, but free will isn't the point of being here for us, is it?" It's all for penance. And penance seems to mostly just mean giving demons something to drool over. She pulls her shirt off over her head. Thor's sentiment isn't exactly wrong; Hazel's definitely still covered in a variety of colored bruises.

"Eh, what's a few bruised ribs between friends. You're the one who lost an eye, after all."
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[personal profile] missdemon 2019-07-02 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
Newbies, huh? You seem like the kinda guy who's been around the block a few times.

[She likes that; it's more fun!]

But I couldn't agree more; what's the point in being a stick in the mud when it's not like you have your life left to lose.
hypoxic: (and then there's the strong me)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2019-07-02 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It would certainly fit their particular views of what "contentment" ought to be. [ Skewed, for sure. It's the kind of loose understanding of humanity that would come from purely academic study without actual substantial interaction. He's observed similar patterns in artificial intelligence before. ]

You trust the baths to not include some kind of magical extras? [ it seems like the sort of place the sex demons would have already laid claim over. ]
styxtoshadows: (hoodie  8)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-02 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, maybe. After all I don't know you." Styx shrugs.

"Yeah..." he sounds a little irritated. "I don't know all the guy's nicknames and I'm getting real tired of everyone else knowing about this whole thing before they came here. But you can go right up and speak to him, sure. He won't even have guards try to drag you away or anything."

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