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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.

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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.

Thor's the perfect candidate to do him over rough and mess him up, but John's not going to ask it of the giant teddy bear. Maybe he can get away with it if he gets him very drunk sometime, but he wants to be able to enjoy it as well, not wake up with a pounding headache and an arse full of regrets.

"If I asked for a shoulder rub you'd give me one too?" Since he's being so obliging.

Perhaps sometime -- though at the moment, Thor's sure they've been seen enough abuse that they don't need to pile more on. Not after that show and whatever happened after.

Although that request earns a quiet chuckle. "Now?"

Well-- "I would."

In that case. John turns and bares his shoulders to Thor, sliding his arms back a bit to rest his elbows atop Thor's thighs. He tilts his head to one side, exposing a bit more of his neck.

"Be gentle," he asks shamelessly while stretching his legs out and tipping his head back a bit.

So he did mean now, then. He waits for John to get settled in before he reaches out, brushing his fingers lightly over damp skin to start, appreciating the way it feels beneath his fingertips before he does start knead at the muscle-- carefully.

"So you'll trust me with a massage, but not the creatures offering?" Not that he blames him, really.

"I mean, I could go over 'nd ask," John says with a sigh as Thor starts squeezing, shoulders tensing up and rising when he finds a knot to knead on.

"They don't look like the type to give 'appy endings though." Because that is where this is going, right? Nevermind if Thor doesn't understand what a happy ending is. It gets a laugh out of Constantine anyway.

He arches a brow that John won't be able to see. "What is that?"

It seems to amuse John at least though. His hands trail a little further, finding any tense or knotted muscles he can.

"Are you usually this tense?"

"A happy ending?" It strikes him as odd somehow that Thor's not had one. He tries not to dig his elbow into Thor's thigh, splashing around a bit as he straightens up and shuffles back a little closer.

"It's when you get a handjob at the end of a massage." He'll leave out the 'tip the masseuse extra' part since he's not paying Thor for any of this.

"And they call it paranoia where I'm from." Yes, he's paranoid, and a little skittish.

"That's what you mortals call it?" It isn't so much that he hasn't had one, but he isn't certain he would ever call it that. Then again, mortals have odd names for quite a few things, so he isn't surprised.

But better question-- "What makes you so certain you'll get one? You only asked for a massage."

He's teasing.

"A bit of paranoia is good around here."

"Is 'mortals' the new word for filthy peasant now?" John quips as he tilts his head to the other side. This is good. He can put up with a bit of namecalling while getting massaged, for sure.

"I've got a good feeling." And his feelings are usually pretty on point.

"No, I'm quite fond of mortals." And some of their conveniences that they lacked on Asgard, for that matter, but there's no reason to get into it right now.

"Feeling lucky, are you? I suppose we'll see..." His hands dip a little bit lower as he leans forward, enough to let his lips graze over John's neck.

"Are you now? I wouldn't've guessed," John teases, running his hand lightly up and down Thor's thigh while he settles in and relaxes. The tension slowly eases out of his shoulders as Thor's lips work their way across his wet skin, and he breathes out a pleased little sigh.

"M'feeling... something." But sure, they can call it 'lucky'.

"What about you?"

"I'm fond of the company of some specific mortals as well." His hands slide slower still, over the expanse of his back as he gives a careful nip at a patch of skin.

"Well... You could come and feel for yourself if you're so curious."

"Mmmh," John sighs, rubbing his hand down Thor's thigh, tilting his head back and slumping a little lower into the water. His hand will have to move a little further back and a little to the side to really feel it up but right now he seems to be more in the mood for teasing and splashing around.

"How about I gaze into my crystal ball and make a wild guess 'bout the uh... buoyancy of yer sausage?" Because he's quite certain that it's pretty fucking 'buoyant' at the moment.

"I doubt you need a crystal ball for that." He lets out a laugh as he moves his hand a bit lower. He's not in any particular rush, it seems, and he's fine with keeping his hands moving over John, firmly kneading into knotted muscle.

"There isn't much shielding your eyes from it." Although honestly... sausage, John?

Beans and sausages, Thor. Keep up with the lingo. John makes a quiet whimper as a particularly hard squeeze softens the longstanding knot out of his shoulderblade. The bed hasn't really done wonders for fixing what his slouch makes worse everyday - not that he's been sleeping much.

"Get out of the water." It didn't sound like a question.

Oh, he understands the lingo, but he can definitely still judge a little bit for it. But John makes a demand that captures his attention far more. Well, then--

He moves to push himself up out of the water after a moment, crossing his arms absently over his chest. There's no real shame in his stance, though perhaps there should be considering how public it is. "And now what?"

John struggles to get out of the water, trying to scramble out with one leg up over the ledge first like the opposite of a sexy Bond film. He tries to get Thor to sit or lie down which is mostly just a lot of blunt nails scratching and clawing until he complies, and then he's peering into those blue eyes as he fondles said sausage and moves his head in a little lower.

He could probably suck cock underwater, logistically speaking, but he seems rather fond of doing it up here instead, even as the water starts to cool down dripping off his back.

There's a laugh as John tries to rearrange him, arms falling away from his chest to try to brace against John's shoulders again as they both eventually settle into some sort of position outside of the bath. "Eager, aren't you?"

It doesn't sound like a complaint as he meets John's eyes with a bit of curiosity. "And not shy, it would seem."

There are bound to be people who see-- but it seems unimportant at the moment as the warmth of John's fingers tease at him. Fingers move tangle through blond hair slowly.

Let it not be said that John isn't a huge proponent of living in the here and now. There's no need to rush but you'd think he was on a timer with how quickly fingers get swapped for a hot mouth and his head starts moving in Thor's lap.

"Would you rather I be shy?" he asks, gripping the base of Thor's cock while his tongue nudges at the head. This place is full of sinners, there probably isn't too much shy to go around. He'd be playing coy, if anything, but he can put on an act if it might make the big guy happy.

"I would rather you be yourself." And if that means this, then he isn't complaining much, even if it falls under reckless. His breath catches as John's mouth comes around him and he tilts his head enough to get a good look at him between his legs.

He braces himself with one hand as he reaches for John with the other, fingertips darting along the line of his jaw. "Don't stop, then."

Most people wouldn't want John to be himself, so that's a rather bold ask. He huffs a bit of a choked laugh, unable to talk or even mumble much beyond focusing on what his head, his mouth and his tongue are doing around Thor's cock. He seems to like the gentle touches, despite the constant spurring on for Thor to unleash his non-existent inner demon. Maybe a part of John just can't stand the idea that there are people in this world (or from out of this world, as the case might be) who don't have inner demons to unleash.

A small almost-cough later and he's back to being a good, quiet little cocksucker, keeping his half-lidded eyes downcast as one hand splays over Thor's abdomen to steady himself and the other grips tightly into his thigh.

Thor maybe doesn't know John all that well yet, but he's liked what he has met of him so far, so it seems like a rather minor request to him. And almost unimportant as John settles into a rhythm that has Thor's focus narrowing don even further.

He lets out a quiet, pleased hum as his hand traces over his jaw, up to the hollows of his cheeks as he tilts his head to watch him as well as he can in this position.

Eager as John is to get him hard and ride him, for now the playful warlock seems content to just suck cock and slowly reach down between their bodies to jerk himself off a bit. Not that he's not shameless enough to fuck himself in the arse in public, he just- well they're both naked and not lubed up. And he knows he's already pushing his luck doing this on the side of the pool. If they won't kick him out for this, he might just be bold enough to take it further later.

A soft groan rumbles down Thor's cock as that broad hand ventures closer to his hair. It has John shuddering in anticipation as his shoulders start to rise and his chest tightens at the first tinge of aching in his jaw.

This isn't quite the position he thought he'd end up in joining John in the bath. All the same, he can't deny it isn't a rather nice sight, even with the potential of being thrown out. Fortunately, none of the staff seem to be around this area--

And aside from a few cautious looks around, Thor finds it easier to appreciate the sight of John's lips stretched around him. His hand moves up to brush through his hair properly, not quite forcing or guiding him but just touching, appreciating the way his hair feels beneath his fingertips as he lets out a quiet noise of his own.

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