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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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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.
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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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Jemma Simmons || Agents of SHIELD || OTA
[Gift shops were something of a weakness of Jemma's. Not so severe as to be on the list of transgressions that she now kept in her pocket, but there was something fascinating in both a good and bad way about what people would emblazon their place name on -- keychains, shot glasses, statuary, t-shirts, nothing too big or too gaudy to declare "Hey, I Went Here and Bought a Thing!" And there's certainly an interesting selection in this shop.
Back in the corner she finds a bar and the jukebox, bright and bold as any you might find in a cheesy diner. She's leery of pouring herself anything to drink, given how she'd woken up, but she flips through the music, noticing the pattern: Sympathy for the Devil, Highway to Hell, Devil Went Down to Georgia, Go to Hell -- well, at least they could keep with a theme.]
2. Stand Your Ground - I
[Jemma was from England and used to rain. All year round, cold winter rains that almost froze to ice on the pavement and was slick to walk or drive in, warm rains in the summer that were for children to play in, and everything in between. What she was not accustomed to was fire and blood dropping from the sky.
By the time she realized what the thick liquid soaking her clothes and hair was, it was mostly too late. She choked on a scream and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She nearly slips as she sprints into the hotel lobby, now dripping with blood. Jemma. It's just blood. You've done autopsies and surgery and been injured and injured others. Don't lose your wits.
That pep talk is going to go on for a little bit longer.]
3. Reach Up High - I
[The hotel was being overrun. And while she wouldn't have said she felt safe by any stretch of the imagination, it was much less threatening behind her barricaded door with (your character!). She has a weapon, just a simple fireman's ax which she'd taken from the box in the hall -- which really, seems sort of ridiculous, given that this is Hell and who is going to try and put out a fire in Hell--
Jemma jumps and squeezes her eyes shut when there's a bang on the wall near the door, and then a scratching noise at the door, like a dog wanting to be let in. It goes eerily silent for a moment, and she hopes whatever is on the other side has merely gone away. She releases the breath she'd been holding, shakily, and makes herself open her eyes.]
I hope that door holds.
4. Something Else
[You pick something. \o/]
3. Reach Up High - I
She doesn't expect that to change.
She leans against the dresser that's been shoved in front of the door, weapons still in their harnesses. The door will last for a while. Even if it goes, there's furniture to get through before the zombie get to them. But she likes being able to feel just how much pressure they're putting on things.]
It'll hold. The door's solid, and the monsters aren't. [Then, glancing over her shoulder.] Probably they'll get bored and try another door.
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Good. Nice to know hell hasn't skimped on quality building materials at least.
[Then again, she supposes they have to, what with hellfire raining down, she's quiet for a long moment as she listens to the monsters -- there's definitely two -- shuffle away. And only then does she release her breath.]
So is marauding monsters a regular occurrence here, or... ?
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[It's just her first time dealing with it. At least these she can fight. From what she heard about the bugs they were dealing with before, that wouldn't always be an option.]
If you're concerned, I hear the staff might have something for it. But that would mean trusting the staff.
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[If it was indeed a mistake -- she wasn't keen to put herself in the position of having to trust those she did not know. The horns and fangs and all didn't exactly emit a trustworthy image.]
I feel like it may cost more than I can bring myself to give.
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[Natasha doesn't judge whoever does look for help. Maybe it's worth it for them. For her... well, she's never had a problem holding her own with something she can fight.]
You might regret it in a week or two, though.
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[Or not. But here, there was nothing to do but endure it in hope of shortening her list of offenses.]
How long have you been here?
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[Before that, it's hard to say. Natasha has a sense of it, something vague that she can't quite place. She's not sure how long that may have last.]
Long enough to get a feel for it though.
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[Maybe Natasha doesn't know, and it's really more of a note to herself than an actual question.]
I suppose whether it's hell for real or a pocket dimension someone wants to dress up as hell, I suppose I should be cautious about taking their word for it.
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[She shrugs. It's complicated, and she doesn't have all the details. Normally she'd consider this magical mumbo jumbo above her paygrade and she'd leave it to that.]
And trust your instincts on that. I wouldn't trust them to tell the truth about anything. Since we don't even know their real agenda, it's hard to infirm much about what they might actually be telling the truth about.
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Are you all--
[He freezes when he gets a look at her face.]
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Then again, maybe they were both dead now. But it doesn't change how glad she is to see him. She wants to throw her arms around him and hold him, tell him everything that's happened without knowing where to start. But she was covered in blood, and that was not something he would enjoy. Still, she can't help but smile to see him, even if it's some trick of the environment.]
Fitz...
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It'll be a few moments before he realizes how absolutely disgusting this is.]
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I've never been so happy to see you.
[The declaration comes quietly, and feels a little absurd, given some of their previous separations, but it is nonetheless true.]
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[He continues to cling to her, as if she might turn to sand and slip through his fingers if he considers letting go.]
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[She's almost reluctant to pull back and look at him, but not quite enough to avoid it. She doesn't move far, just enough to see his face, a little smeared with the blood where his body has rested against hers. He looks as bewildered as she does, and ultimately, he's as alive as she is.]
You'll never believe the places I've gone to get here.
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[But he takes hold of her hands, staring at her bloodsoaked face.]
But -- before anything else. I need you to listen to me for a moment.
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[Is it more bad news? She's not sure how much more bad news she can possibly take, though having it come from him has certainly shored up her resilience. She squeezes his hands, takes a breath.]
I'm listening.
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[His eyes search hers, for acceptance as much as approval.]
I wanted to do it right. But there's no telling if our lives will ever slow down enough to have a conventional moment. But. Here. Now. I...
[His breath hitches. He takes a gulp of air and swallows it.]
I've realized... That the universe can't stop us. Because we've survived the bottom of the Atlantic, we've crossed the galaxy -- more than once -- just to be together. So...
[He squeezes her hands, tenderly. As present as his hammering heart.]
A love like that is stronger than any curse. And you and I? We're unstoppable together. Which is why I can't live another day without you.
[His voice cracks. He lets it.]
So I'm asking you, heart in hand... Jemma Simmons, will you marry me?
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Absolutely.
[She moves to kiss him, but remembers just in time and laughs awkwardly.]
Oh, I'm sorry -- I'm a fright just now --
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She feels tears springing to her eyes. He'd been dead, and now he was in front of her-- then, maybe all that meant was that she was dead, too. She embraced him tightly, her eyes closed and throat tight with emotion.]
I've missed you so much.