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TEST DRIVE MEME #38

Arrival
"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."

On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.

After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."

They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.


Stand Your Ground
Curiously, every television within Hell seems to be covered with a sheet and wrapped in chains. If one listens closely at night, they'll hear murmuring coming from them. If any curious newcomer should try to remove the coverings, they will find them magically enchanted in some way that makes this impossible, however. If asked, the staff will explain that they're undergoing a cleansing to remove a curse placed upon them by evildoers. If pressed further, they'll hear talks of The Veiled Order.

But not to worry! There's plenty to do. Helluvacup needs to be rebuilt so the coffee demon and his prized hell rat on a harness and leash quit wandering the halls... the staff is rather tired of being bitten! Additionally, it feels like reality is shifting more often to showing what the pristine hotel may actually look like. It hasn't been that long since the buildings were flooded by lava and utterly destroyed. The beautiful interiors were too good to be true, and the veneer is cracking more severely now. At times, the illusion drops to the burnt out husk of a building, to rotting wood and torn, old furniture. Sometimes it's jarring enough to leave one dizzy before it simply flashes back to normal. Unfortunately, whenever these glitches occur, it is entirely possible to find one's self in an entirely different room than they meant. Wanted to grab a midnight snack? Have fun in that blood room. Wanted to take an innocent pee, minding your own business? You may accidentally walk into someone's room.

In which case, it is probably very advisable to not relieve yourself and find a more suitable area. What could possibly go wrong?

At least there does seem to be a break in the heat? Hell is an almost comfortable temperature, but there are already talks of the dreaded Fall coming soon. In Hell, Fall tends to feel more like the dead of winter, bt hopefully, there will be a skip to the usual snow and frigid temperatures.

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Reach Up High

Prompt I:
WARNINGS: drills, torture, blood, lobotomy

Part of redemption is suffering, Darlings. That’s why sinners are drawn here. They will hurt, but they will also learn to become better people. One way or another.

The demons who bring sinners here have tied them quite firmly into a contraption that forces them to recline back with their heads trapped in a vice. If they look up, they’ll be able to see the whirring flash of metal from an active drill poised just overhead. They can squirm if they’d like, but it might be unsettling for the person bound behind them. Before they can vocalize any questions, they’ll hear the sound of Lucifer’s warm, soothing voice.

"My dear guests, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I can do to bring you closer together. Father often says that humans should love their fellow man. Maybe you just need some help building trust. I assure you that you’re both perfectly safe. If you stay still and chat, the drills will cause a little scratch, but nothing you can’t live through. Talk about your sins. Talk about your day. It’ll just take a few minutes before you can leave. Be nice, and whatever you do, don’t move a muscle."
It’s at this point that sinners might notice that although they are rendered immobile from the waist up, their legs are free. They can push back their chairs and avoid the drills which are suddenly moving forward. But since they’re bound to someone else, pushing back will send their partner forward into their drill and surely condemn them to a messy death. If neither sinner moves, they can both survive. The drills will move close enough to tear the skin at their foreheads and perhaps scratch the skull underneath, creating a mild concussion at worst. But if the sinners were unable to make peace and stop themselves from moving, the drill is quite capable of pushing past bone and into the soft flesh of the frontal lobe. You can technically live with the kind of brain damage caused by an injury there, but do you really want to do that to your new close friend?

You have three minutes to figure it out.


Prompt II
For those fortunate enough to escape the unplanned lobotomy, well, there's an easy task for you! As previously mentioned, Helluvacup and the hotel's own pool both need to be tidied up, or rebuilt in some cases. Any sinners who volunteer will be treated to free drinks and snacks, and receive appreciation from demonic staff. Plus, chipping in and helping your fellow sinners (and demons) is something God often encourages! It will be good for one sin removal overall. There will be building supplies, cleaning supplies, and anything else sinners need to push forward!

The staff also won't be put out if sinners would rather do a little bit of cleaning instead...

Besides, it's a rare opportunity to help import supplies to Hell. There are large crates of unnamed items, new furniture items, torture items, clothes, and more. There's also several boxes of nothing but pumpkin spice that veteran sinners, who know what every fall entails, may cringe at the sight of.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I
WARNINGS: fire, disobedience

Speaking of pumpkin spice and torture devices... Well, sinners may find the prime opportunity for a bit of a bonfire if they're so inclined. It seems some demons are not looking forward to the months of pumpkin spice flavored foods or, well, working, really. These are young, reckless demons, but they've decided to help some of these new shipments get 'lost' by starting a large bonfire in a secluded place in Penance proper. They'll be asking sinners to help out. They'll supply the booze as they watch everything burn later!

If questioned about it, the demons will insist that it's just another part of the importing project. Everyone's trying to tell you to grab the crates and haul them somewhere, right? Into the fire is somewhere. Of course it's fine! You get points for being good little boys and girls every time you shut up and do what you're told. Why would anyone lie about that?

Perhaps it will come as a surprise, then, that anyone who participates will receive one sin added to their contract in the form of arson.


Prompt II
WARNINGS: sex, aphrodisiacs, non-con, etc.

Club Penance has new shots for all to try! Eager incubi and succubi stand around with trays of them, eager to pass them off under the strobe lights and pounding music. The air is sweeter than even usual, the demons amping up the aphrodisiacs to ensure everybody has a good time, and there's plenty encouragement to get lost in the atmosphere. These shots all have a unique influence, although that part may have been left out... Oops.

Apple: Causes one to fall lust with the first person they see. They will absolutely be overwhelmed with the desire to have them and do whatever they must to receive their affections.
Cinnamon: Causes one to fall into love with the first person they see. Their heart will skip beats, they'll feel the urge to recite poetry, anything! Your love must be known.
Pumpkin: Causes one to fall out of balance. Just the perfect meet-cute, isn't it? Hopefully you won't fall into anyone in a bad mood.
Sour Apple: Causes one to fall into a rage. Ah, oops. Maybe they didn't think that one out. This one causes aggression and the need to make certain others know you're the top dog around here.



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compelledtoprotect: (do what?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-08-30 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve peered down at her, leaning in, "Already feeling something? That's fast even for this place. It usually takes a few minutes at least." He laid a hand against the small of her back, warm and comforting, and maybe a little concerned as well. New and unknown drugs could really fuck them both up.

"I'm not going anywhere."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-08-31 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha turns her head toward Steve at the touch, and the room around her seems to spin somewhat, making her wobble on her stool. She blinks, trying to steady, but only Steve's touch keeps her grounded.

"It's fine. It's just... A little woozy, suddenly. Not drunk."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-08-31 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
He pressed that hand firmly against her back and his other hand covered her arm on the bar. Steve leaned in even closer, staring into her eyes, "Dizzy? You swayed for a second there. I don't think we should try any more new stuff. And I'm not moving an inch till you feel better."

Even if he was angry with her he wouldn't leave someone compromised. Since Steve was perfectly happy with her, it was a given that nothing was going to move him.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-08-31 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Dizzy," she confirms. She closes her eyes, trying to shut out the wave of disorientation.

"It's fine. It'll pass. I'm not sure what the point is though."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-08-31 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, the obvious is that you'd fall into a certain someone's arms and they could sweep you off your feet. At the moment, maybe you should lean on my shoulder. Unless you want a trip to a couch?"

Steve wouldn't mind moving her at all, it wasn't like Natasha weighed much. But he didn't want to make the dizziness worse.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-08-31 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe move somewhere more private...?" Natasha suggests, a little unsure, but the fact is she doesn't love the idea of being out in the open compromised.

It makes her feel vulnerable.

"I might need you to give me a hand."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-01 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I can do both those things. Hang on for a sec." He stood quickly and pulled her up and against her side with a nice, firm hold around her waist, "Ok. Now let me know if walking's too much. I can handle that too."

Getting Natasha to a private couch wasn't the problem. Letting her try to walk there was. He'd scoop her up if he needed to.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve is always quick to help. Natasha isn't taken by surprise by his eagerness. She is surprised by the way she wobbles when she's upright. Natasha, always so graceful, so perfectly balanced, can't quite walk straight.

She doesn't ask Steve to carry her, but she does lean against his chest, having to trust him to guide her through the demons and sinners.
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-03 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
As long as Natasha wanted to stay upright, and didn't just collapse, Steve was willing to be a prop. It was nice having her lean on him, something neither of them did often with the other. he got them too a couch and helped he sit first, perching on the edge as he gave her a worried look.

"Are you alright? I can get some water . . ."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-03 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't need water," she tells him confidently. "I'm not drunk. Or drugged. I feel fine..."

She reclines on the couch though, going so far as to lay down, closing her eyes.

"Aside from tripping over my own feet. It'll pass, though. Just keep me company?"
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-04 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh. You look just fine too." Steve settled on the edge of the couch and stroked her hair back, fanning it out over the cushion with caring fingers. He smiled down at her, touching her cheek lightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Is it better on your back?" He picked up and hand and started to massage it. Because he could and because it ought to feel good.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-05 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not bad. It wasn't bad before," she says, trying keep him from worrying. "It doesn't hurt. I don't feel sick. It's just... strange. It'll pass."

She stretches her hand, letting Steve massage it. Contact always seems to be important to him. Comforting.

She can't say it bothers her either.

"Just give it a little."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-15 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Ok. I like whatever it was though. It makes you a lot less prone to objecting to me being a knight in shining armor." He was grinning as he slowly worked her hand, taking up the other once the first was thoroughly treated. Sex with people he loved was fun and all, but the really meaningful time was when he could just take care of them. He had to tease though.

"So, what else should I massage besides your hands?"
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-17 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Just sit with me for a while. It's not so bad putting my feet up for a little while," Natasha says, trying to make light of the situation though it's not real. She doesn't care for the helplessness. Not at all.
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"More than fair. Feet next."

Steve lived up to his words, starting on a foot shortly. He continued to gaze down at her, fighting the urge to talk about things neither of them really wanted to say. He did manage not to speak up for a while though!
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-18 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You sure you want to risk that? It's been ages since anyone rubbed my feet. No telling how I might react." Jokingly, not acknowledging the situation, or the awkwardness.

This is fine.

What else would they need to talk about?
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-22 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Steve took a moment to tickle the bottom of her foot with an evil smirk, his hold firm just in case she tried to kick, "Oh I think I can stand the smell. It's not nearly as bad as Bucky's feet. Just imagine how smelly we all were when a bath was a luxury an we didn't have shoes and horses still pulled carts."

Sometimes it was fun to gross people out with something that was just life for him.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-09-23 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not the smell," Natasha says, wiggling her toes a little stiffly. "It's the scarring."

She gives him a very skeptical look.

"And you're a hundred years old, Rogers. You weren't born in the Dark Ages."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-09-30 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"The scarring?" Steve's fingers started to massage as he watched her face.

He snorted and shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Well, when we were little there really were still horses in the street. And you can't imagine how nasty me and Bucky got when were like five. We really did run around without shoes most of the time and we played in filth because it was fun. Bucky's mom made the best sounds when we'd show up for lunch . . ."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-10-02 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Ever see what ballet does to someone's feet, Rogers?" Natasha asks, not really all that insecure about it. It's not something many people think of though.

She also may be exaggerating the effects slightly, but it is true that her feet are a little gnarled.

"Glad Barnes has learned better hygiene since then."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-10-09 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile went soft, "That's right. I forgot for a minute you did that. And no, your feet are the only ballet ones I've ever seen, and I can't say I've really tried hard to examine them in the past." His fingers were feeling them now though, and he could definitely tell there were past injuries even through her socks. It make him a little sad, thinking that she hadn't necessarily wanted to be a ballerina, but the result was still so beautiful.

Steve laughed and shook his head, "We mostly remember to shower, yeah. But I bet if you tossed us in the mud we'd be five years old again."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-10-12 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha flexes her foot, sighing softly, a little sadly. It's always awkward having that kind of attention paid to her. Makes her worry that people are going to see behind the mask. Worry that maybe they won't like what they see.

Still, the image gets a smile.

"Oh, I don't doubt it. You two would probably start to wrestle, and I'd be left to hose you off."
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-11-26 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Steve liked to think he knew at least some of her bad parts, and he loved her none the less for them. If anything, he loved her more seeing behind the mask. Most people never even suspected she wore one. He kept massaging her feet, enjoying the way she flexed and clearly took pleasure in it.

"Most likely, although I'm not sure just a hose would get us clean enough to step inside."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2022-11-27 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, are you trying to convince me not to do it now? Maybe I was tempted. Maybe I like seeing you boys a little dirty." She teases him about it, even as she relaxes. The attention is having an effect; she relaxes slowly, like a cat settling in as its pet.
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[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2022-12-18 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, I wouldn't argue if you found us a really big mud pit, we'd just be horrifyingly filthy. It'd be fun though. I haven't wrestled with Bucky in . . . I think since we were kids actually." He wore a fond smile as he worked her feet and slowly moved his hands up her ankles and calves.

"You know, the more I talk about it, the fun it sounds."

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