TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[penancemods]

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 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.

As a final note, don't forget that reserves are open now until July 1st as well!


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[spideyguy]

"Why am I not surprised that a multi-dimensional plague is now a problem. Seriously, can we go back to the Man-on-the-Moon drama?" His brain-to-mouth filter is clearly malfunctioning, but Peter gives Steve an empathetic smile. Yeah, been there, done that, got the lousy friggen' t-shirt. "Well that sucks. I'm so sorry."

Peter Parker, in any iteration, has a tendency to be a flighty little thing, but this version especially. The number of people trying to kill him on any given day is alarmingly high, and he's suffered enough heartbreaking betrayals to know to be cautious in general. So he's...pretty sensitive to the secret-identity-schtick. He was three for three, and starting to think that the identity of Spiderman was taking on a Macbeth-level curse.

He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, truly embarrassed for the first time during this whole thing - yeah, falling on his ass and nearly having a panic attack in the lobby, no problem, but squealing too loud over Captain America, haha whoops - as Steve shuts him up. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, oh, wow. Jeez. Yeah, hi."

"Thank you," Peter accepted the hand up, bouncing up onto the balls of his feet. This must be some real shit, if whoever was masterminding this game had taken Captain America. He caught himself staring and averted Steve's eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Not that it's not a comfortable piece of floor. Very much so, really. 10/10, five star Yelp review, would collapse on again."

[compelledtoprotect]

There was the Peter he'd gotten so fond of! Steve grinned as the kid starting saying whatever came into his head. Not all of it made sense, but the babble was familiar and he slung and arm around the kid's shoulders, gently leading Peter out of the lobby. His suite was probably the safest place they could go so he headed in that direction, letting Peter say whatever he wanted.

"The island wasn't all bad. Turned out they were pulling people from different times as well as realities. I got to see some really important people again, and I met some ah . . . some special ones too. New people. I'm worried about them actually. God only knows what they're dealing with." Steve sighed then gave the kid a smile, pushing the sad thoughts away.

"Hey, we're good, ok? Just remember it's Steve, hmm? And you're Peter, right?" He gave it a minute for his meaning to sink in, then decided it might not, "I've met a couple of other Peters in my travels, and some of them didn't mind sharing secrets, you know? Good kids. Always good kids. The older version was a little . . . different though. Not bad, just a bit . . . unexpected." And one he hadn't had the chance to get to know well at all. Mostly he'd known the teen versions and Steve loved them all. They reminded him how fun it was to be near kids!

he's such a nervous nelly xD

[spideyguy]

Steve's arm was warm and reassuring, and Peter was never one to turn down a free hug (especially from like, Captain America will he ever be able to think that name without italics?), so he let Steve lead him out of the lobby and back into one of the dark, twisting hallways. He didn't seem to mind the babbling, at least, and Peter felt a lot less unsafe, with Steve at his side, even when his spidey sense prickled uncomfortably the further down the hall they got.

"They didn't make it here, then?" Peter asked, still trying to parse it all out. "So I guess, maybe it's not the same person responsible? Or maybe it is. Guess when you volunteered you weren't expecting all this."

"Steve," Peter repeated obligingly, even as his brow furrowed a little in confusion at the way Steve was saying his name. The comfortable way Steve is around him suddenly makes sense when he mentions other versions of Peter - which, wow, okay, save that for examination later holy shit - and sharing secrets, which can only mean one fucking thing and Peter stutters to a halt in the middle of the hallway.

"I don't know what you mean." It sounds like a poor lie, even to his own ears, and Peter swallows dryly, staring at Steve. The only reason people don't know he's Spiderman is because nobody ever asks, because Peter can't lie for shit. But it seems like Steve already knows and Peter doesn't like that at all, has no idea how to fix it, if he should fix it - jesus christ, he's so sick of panicking but what else can he do.

"I don't - I'm not - " Yeah, not helping his case here. Peter forces himself to take a deep breath, pushing his glasses to the top of his head so he can dig his palms into his eyes. "Oh my god. Why would they - why would they tell you that?"

Steve loves him some Peter <3

[compelledtoprotect]

"No. Only one person I knew from the island made it here actually. We're still close here, probably mostly because of those shared experiences, but he's very special to me either way. And you're right. I don't think for a moment the people on the island are the same ones that have us here. They might know each other though." Steve had a sudden, and terrifying, thought that thankfully proved itself false almost immediately. If the island staff knew the hotel staff, it was possible they'd been shuffling residents between facilities, expect that wasn't the case. No one but Billy had any knowledge of the island, and no one on the island had ever mentioned the hotel.

Thank god.

He smiled at the kid, the expression gentle and encouraging as Peter tried first to lie, then just gave up. It was cute, and he could certainly understand the emotions behind it all.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm not undercover, I just don't like explaining to people with no idea about my history who and what I am. It's kinda nice to just be judged like a normal guy, you know? Can't say that didn't happen a whole lot back home after I woke up again. As for why the other Peters told me, it's because I called 'em on it." He grinned at the kid, "I noticed things Pete. It's hard not to, and you're really no good at lying in any reality. Plus they were pretty young. I think you're a little older than the other Peters I've known. It was hard for them to keep a secret. Come on kiddo. I've got food and stuff back at my place and you can stay there a while and talk to me. I'll answer as many questions as I can."

[spideyguy]

"I mean...they must, that makes some kind of sense. Otherwise...what are the odds? Out of - how many people are here, anyway?" Peter looks around for a second, as though that would be able to help him gauge it. He hadn't really seen all that many people aside from Steve - well, he'd seen some things in dark corners, but were those people or...something else?

Steve's still smiling, still calm, but Peter can't help but wonder how many other people know his identity if his other-selves are just going around lying poorly. Fuck.

"It's really not okay at all. There's a reason it's a secret." Peter has to swallow around the lump in his throat at that, as his mind wanders back to the names on that sheet of paper in the room he'd awoken in. He should probably go back to retrieve it, at some point, but to be honest, he doesn't need it. It's fucking engraved in his brain, always has been.

But he still understands, though, still gets it when Steve mentions wanting to connect on a different level, and Peter hides a sigh. He can't be all that mad, and fuck, if he can't trust Steve, paragon of American virtue and all around good guy, Avenger, can he really trust anyone?

"I'm about to turn twenty-three." Peter pushes his glasses back down onto his nose. "I guess they were still in high school."

He wonders if they had the same list, or if it hadn't happened for them yet.

"Thanks," Peter sticks close to Steve's side as they pass through the hallways, which are no less creepy than the one he sprinted down to begin with. Well, if it's supposed to mimic Hell, he supposes he can't be too surprised. "I appreciate it."

[compelledtoprotect]

"A lot. And more come in every month." He noticed Peter eying the demons, which seemed to be doing their best to lurk in the shadows, likely on purpose, and gently steered the boy down another hall. All those sleepless nights he had were generally put to use in recon, not that he ever admitted such to most people. Most of the hotel was easy to navigate now, and he knew all of the forbidden areas too, though those tended to fluctuate.

Steve glanced down at the guy, brows lifted. Twenty-three? Yeah, this Peter was a hell of a lot older . . . "Um yeah. Yeah they were. A lot younger. And it's ok Pete, honest. No one else has to know unless you choose to tell 'em. Your secret is safe with me, I promise. Just between us. But look on the bright side. I know exactly who to go to for backup if something comes up. That's a plus, right?"

He was trying to cheer the kid up but Steve wasn't sure it was really working. He steered Peter to his door and gestured the kid in, following behind the boy and shutting the door, "Welcome to my suite. Well, the suite I share anyway. That room is Thor's, that one's Spike's, and over there is Klaus. I'm the one right in front of you." As he spoke, he pointed to the right door for each person then turned Peter around to face the kitchen, "And here's where the food lives. You hungry kiddo? I think I have some leftovers from dinner last night for you to start on, and I can make something fresh while you eat that if you're starving . . ." Steve looked at Peter, brows raised in question.

[spideyguy]

"And no one leaves." It's not a question. Is it? Hadn't Steve mentioned people leaving - though maybe not of their own accord? Could you die in Hell, or wherever this experiment was...? Peter allows Steve to march him down the hallway, and luckily no one (and nothing) bothers them. This place totally gives Peter the heebie-jeebies, even if the low thrum of his spidey sense is just his anxiety, and not any outward danger - his gut says otherwise.

"Geez. Never thought I'd be the old one." Nice to know he makes it to at least twenty-three, then. Peter can't help but smile, just a little, and nod at Steve's assessment. "Yeah. Thanks, Steve. Sorry I'm - yeah. Of course, you can count on me."

He has the suit, the webshooters, and frankly, it'd probably be easier on his nerves to be Spiderman instead of Peter Parker, right now. But it's nice that Steve thinks him capable, enough to handle this being thrown at him. His other selves must have made an impression.

The suite looks more or less the same as the one Peter woke up in, if a little bigger and a little more lived in. But the decor is still moody and antiquated in a way Peter can't quite put his finger on, and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when Steve shuts the door, getting them away from the rest of the hotel.

When Steve offers him food, Peter finds himself suddenly ravenous (when was the last time he ate? How long had he been out, anyway?), and he nods his affirmative. "Uh, yes, thank you, that'd be - that'd be nice." Panic attacks really took it out of a guy, especially with an enhanced metabolism. Steve could probably relate - well, maybe not to the panic attacks, Peter didn't want to assume anything but the metabolism - okay, yeah, he's going to shut up in his brain now, thanks.

[compelledtoprotect]

"Actually, people leave all the time. I just can't say where they go." And that was the worst part. Not knowing whether they went back home, or on to something better, or off to something like a true Hell. God, he tried so hard not to think about things like that! He couldn't help someone who wasn't right in front of him anymore! And Peter deserved the truth. He was stuck in the Pit now like everyone else. Better to be well armed and forewarned. At least he could do that much.

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and pointed him at the table, "Go sit kid. I'll get the leftovers heated up and over to you real quick. Do you like grilled cheese? That's probably the fastest thing I can cook right now." He was already pulling things out of the fridge, frowning at some of the containers. You never knew when one of his roommates would eat the wrong thing. He tried to label the extras he made for them but . . . oh well. He nuked the steak and green beans and dumped it on a plate, trying to make it look a little pretty before carrying the plate to Peter, setting down a glass of water too.

"This gonna be enough, or should I start the grilled cheese? I won't lie, I'll make myself one too if you're eating."

[spideyguy]

"Oh well that's - comforting." Peter frowned, brow furrowing in displeasure as he thought it over. The more he learned about this place, the more worry clawed at his insides but - shit, they could only do the best they could with what they had. It helps not to sugarcoat it, he thinks - it'd probably be worse, not knowing.

Peter obliged, sitting down at the table and trying not to let his nerves get the best of him; the last thing he needed was to end up pacing on the ceiling. Steve puts together a frankly mouth-watering plate of food (well, especially mouth-watering to Peter, a college student living off ramen and canned corn, like holy shit, steak). "I mean - yeah, sure, uh. I eat...a lot."

He says it almost apologetically, with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "If you're hungry, I mean, totally."

"How long have you been here?"

[compelledtoprotect]

"No, it's just the truth. But unfortunately sometimes that's the best I can do." He felt bad telling Peter something like that, but it was the truth. Steve patted the kid's shoulder again, trying to offer at least a little more comfort before he went to the table. At least the guy had a basis back home for bad news to deal. That was something.

Steve chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair before heading for the stove, "I eat a lot too, don't worry. I always keep extra food around here. This whole suite eats like teenagers." He started the sandwiches, sliding each finished one onto a plate before grilling up the next, "I've been here a while, longer than a lot of people I suppose. If you have questions I don't mind trying to answer them, although I can't promise you'll like what I say."