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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.

Wildcard/Misc.

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► stand your ground

( she'd been looking for the gym when the cracks had happened, at least that's what her outfit would suggest. except after that flash, that horrifically burned building, the quickest of glimpses before the hotel returns... well, the gym isn't where she is.

it's a room that eve doesn't know, hasn't seen before except judging from the large amount of blood on every wall and across the floor? thankfully there isn't anything else in the room, no weapons or torture devices which should be a good thing. until you take into account the blood. and... are the walls bleeding? )

Have you seen this room before?

( because of course she's not alone. and she's absolutely walking over to the wall to see if the wall is bleeding or if it's just an effect because... either of those things really could be possible. at least there's a door? )

► reach up high i

( she's not been here long but already she feels like she's getting used to it, or at least when the demons grab her and drag her away there's less fight about it than there may have been initially -- getting it over with seems to hurt less and be less dangerous which is a strange concept when you're in hell.

except this time they're strapped to chairs, strapped to each other and there are drills there. lucifer's not exactly that reassuring either but... keeping still. sure. she could do that. talking as a distraction? )

How about we start with names? ( did she really see the person on the other chair before getting tied up or not? ) I'm Eve.

( despite the fact that there's a drill coming towards them eve is pretty good at staying still, at being a little stiff about it and refusing to move. she's.... yeah, she'd probably still say she'd been in worse positions )

► network | un: baird

Has anyone found anything that helps them sleep?

( she knows, there's hell, torture, she's pretty sure everything about this place is designed to stop them getting good sleep. except it isn't hell that's the source of eve's sleep issues but her immortality. really, she doesn't actually need to sleep anymore but it's a habit, something that makes her still feel human and she's too new to being immortal to step away from it.

she also doesn't know how she'd fill her time if she didn't sleep. and being somewhere like this... she doesn't want her immortality known about if she can help it. so attempting to sleep it is )

Don't suggest getting drunk. That's not happening.

(stand your ground)

[Were she not already prone to feeling as though this were a very unpleasant, terrible dream, the way reality seems to fade in and out to something entirely different... Daenerys squeezes her eyes shut tight, opening them to find the hotel returned to what she presumes to be normal. At other times, she reaches out and places a hand upon... The reality? The illusion? She's not sure which is which, a sensation that makes her heart seize more and more with each time it occurs. But she tries to touch it nonetheless because if it's tangible, then perhaps she can discern the truth. An ashen, crumbling wall. A broken, charred piece of furniture. Decor that appears to have fallen. Whatever it is she reaches for, it all settles back. Her hand passes through nothing or comes to place itself upon something sturdy and intact.]

[She swallows hard a moment wondering can she even trust her own senses if this keeps happening and seemingly for longer each time? Slowly, she turns to another sinner nearby. It seems unwise to speak of it. It's the sort of thing she should keep to herself lest concerns begin to arise about her state of mind. But she has noticed a look in some of the others' eyes. Something of a bit of disorientation or perhaps something occurred that was utterly unexpected.]

[Perhaps it cannot hurt to ask after all.]

Did you see that as well?

(reach up high)

[Dany wishes to break the wheel, but she still fashions herself a queen. It leaves her with a fine line to walk in setting herself apart as a leader—one that others can look to for guidance—but not making herself so far removed as to be unapproachable or perceived as detached from her people. While none of these people here are those she can necessarily claim to rule or find immediate allegiance from, she thinks it would be wrong for her not to involve herself in the projects of the people. So, although Daenerys lacks the immediate skills for rebuilding much of anything, she does lend a hand with the cleaning portion. She sweeps aside debris and doesn't appear to be altogether afraid of scrubbing even if such tasks are far from her norm.]

[When she looks up at the accusation of having missed a spot, some of the grime has begun to cling to her skin and clothes. Not exactly someone of royal bearing, and yet... She looks about in the vicinity where she's recently cleaned for the spot she has supposedly missed before it sinks in the comment wasn't sincere. Returning her gaze to her fellow sinner, she says,]

Then allow me to yield to your expertise. [Daenerys holds out her brush, a seemingly innocent tilt of her head.] Perhaps you can show me how it is done properly.

((OOC: Contrary to his icons, this is what he looks like.))

A. Stand your ground

[ No, really, did the car actually hit him that hard?

Just-- He must have hit his head. He must be dreaming.

That's what he keeps thinking, over and over, but no matter how many times he pinches or slaps himself, he doesn't seem to be waking up. So maybe this is actually real. He supposes there is some kind of afterlife, but-- He thought it was supposed to be nothing? Do spirits not remember the afterlife when they've been channeled? Man, he doesn't know enough about this, and there's no one he could ask.

No one he'd really trust, anyway.

But he can ask the front desk demon about the weird TVs.

Really, it has potential to be interesting, but as is, it's just kind of weird. Without really thinking about it, he slams his hand down on the desk, hard enough that the poor demon actually jumps. ]

Hold on. Let me get this straight-- You're saying 'evildoers' cursed the TVs? Can you even talk about evildoers? Isn't this supposed to be Hell?

Listen, buddy, evil ain't binary, all right? This ain't some common demon, this is the the Veiled Order.

[ Really? A demon is lecturing him about morality now?

He sighs, tilting his head back in exasperation. ]

I-- I don't think I wanna ask.

B. Follow me down I

[ Originally, he fully intends to not go along with the demons' prompting. It seems like a very bad idea to risk getting into trouble in what is supposedly Hell. When it finally hits him that some of those boxes have torture tools, though, he decides ... Well, to Hell with it.

...

Or, you know. Whatever.

The point is, he takes one of those boxes, and tosses it onto the bonfire. It's heavier than he expected, and the throw is not exactly graceful, but it hits home at least. ]

Ugh.

[ He visibly shivers, and hunches over for a moment as he digs his fingers into his scalp. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

(Don't freak out, Phoenix wright. Do not freak out.) ]

This can't actually be happening. Right?

Follow me down II

[ Honestly, he's not sure what brings him to the club. He's never really been much of a club person. But it's loud, and he doesn't really feel like being alone with his thoughts, and the succubi are beautiful in a disturbing way that he doesn't want to think about too long.

He takes a drink. Because why not.

He drinks it, and spots you.

Pick your flavour: A. Cinnamon. B. Sour Apple. ]

Edited 2022-08-25 18:00 (UTC)

Reach Up High: II

Exactly what happened in that strange time whilst he'd been trapped in a television screen was something he was still figuring out. He'd put it aside as another strange thing that happened in hell. He knows of some of the harm his... other self? Did. But not everything, so he is a bit wary of finding out he had caused harm to another friend.

It was something he was used to, something that was far too common in hell. As was property destruction. He had been grabbed by some demons- luckily just for manual labour and was currently clearing out the swimming pool. It's busy work at least, something to do that feels productive and prevents too much thinking.

"Do you need help with that?" He asks, with a friendly, if unsmiling, look.

For Proto

The pool was not the only place that needed fixing and he had been sent with a box of pumpkin spice to the cafe, his hands are full as he navigates the door.

He's not sure where to put the boxes and looks around to see if anyone was obviously in charge. Instead he spots Blues, he hasn't seen him in a little while and he can only hope that he'd been spared the worst of things that happened the last few weeks.

"Hello Blues, are you helping out too?"

Follow Me Down I CW: Fire

Look if Suzaku questioned orders when they sounded suspicious half the sins on his list wouldn't be there. So of course he doesn't argue when he's asked to carry a set of boxes to a secluded space and then burn them.

It's strange sure, but this is hell, these are demons. Nothing has made sense the last two years and he doesn't expect them to start doing so any time soon. So on the fire the box goes. "Do you need anything else carried?" Asking anyone close.

Reach Up High I (CW:drills, torture, blood, lobotomy)

"No. Let me go. Don't. Let us go." Anyone who knows Suzaku at all will be used to his stoicism, his silence through punishment and pain. Suzaku doesn't make a fuss, he doesn't fight back when it is him who is in danger and he doesn't panic.

He is panicking now. Voice loud, beginning to struggle before he forces himself to stop, trying to sit as still as he could per instructions. Would it be enough? Could he trust Lucifer? No. Not generally and he fears it won't be enough. Not to convince forces bigger than himself.

He knows how this ends. The poor soul trapped with him is as good as dead. He's going to kill them, he feels sick as he tries to get himself under control.

"I'm sorry."

(OOC: For those tagging into this part- Suzaku has a curse which takes over whenever he is in danger of death and makes him do anything in his power to survive. This means if you were wanting your character injured/killed in this part of the event this is an easy way to get that to happen. However because they have been told that if they sit very still they won't be harmed then I can have the geass force him to stillness instead so death and injury doesn't need to happen. Basically just let me know which way you want to play it going in.)

Follow Me Down II (cw: sex, aphrodisiacs)

He doesn't even have an excuse for being in the club. He had avoided it for so long but it's something that isn't torture or being along with his own thoughts and so he is here, on the peripheries, not quite confident to be in the mix of people.

If he finds himself the focus of attention he just nods, looking a little awkward, not quite relaxed yet. Suzaku is not someone who finds relaxation easy.

Shots (cw: sex, aphrodisiacs)

However the atmosphere is beginning to affect him and he takes a shot, trying not to wince at the taste.

Then he looks up, his eyes settling on someone across the room.

[Apple or cinnamon are both good here!]

Edited 2022-08-25 20:05 (UTC)

Network Post: un: L.L
I inadvertently left a book in the kitchens while I was making my lunch. Has anyone seen or taken a black-covered book titled 'Spellcasting With Human Flesh'? I require this book as soon as possible

[ Because someone's going to get in trouble if he doesn't return it to the library... ]

Stand Your Ground

[ It's 10am and L.L's just gotten up, because why start the day earlier when there's no need to? He'd been sure there was no one in the bathroom when he'd popped in, still in his pyjamas to brush his teeth, but at a strange noise he glances into the mirror and meets a pair of eyes.

He startles, swallows toothpaste, and chokes ]

Get out!

[ That might be easier said than done as he'd locked the door behind him. ]

Reach Up High (cw: torture and mutilation etc)

[ It's never a good day when the demons grab him and drag him into a room. He's first in and tied to a chair facing away from the door, so doesn't make out who'd brought in to suffer with him ]

So - do you possess any regenerative powers?

[ Please say he doesn't have to be the bigger immortal and actually take the brunt of the damage. That drill looks like it'll sting ]

Follow Me Down: Open to all 18+ characters, cw roofies, dub-con

[ So often pride comes before the fall. L.L's body has once again begun eliminating all swallowed drugs and poisons from his body, which is why he's completely confident taking one of the new shots offered. Alcohol right now is a pleasant taste and a tingle in his throat with no lasting consequence and he takes the apple shot without much thought, downing it in one gulp.

Too late, he realises that whatever's in it was designed by a trickier mind than his. Too late, he realises that his mind has been altered somehow - for he's already fixed his eyes on someone and he wants.

He scoops one of the shots off of the tray and makes his way over, his newly-grown heels tapping sharply as he slinks to close the gap. Ethics have no meaning any more - he's already been defeated and thus has already justified inflicting this curse upon another.

He leans in with a charming smile, pitching his voice above the music ]

Try this, it's delicious.

[ He holds out the shot to his target. Perhaps it's apple or perhaps he grabbed the cinnamon by mistake - either way he intends to take his target to the nearest dark corner as soon as they're as intoxicated as him ]

I – Stand Your Ground
Lucifer is rather interested in getting Helluvacup up and running. It would be nice to have a place to sit back with a cup of coffee and several books. It’s also the fact that, well, he needs something to do. Sure, Lucifer had been seeing this all as a holiday. Yes, there was torture and all sort of strange things going on, but really… between those it wasn’t that bad. However he’s a workaholic. Down time was acceptable, but he needs something to do as well. Of course he instantly goes to try and organize how this rebuild would work, figuring out who was best on what job, but no doubt still correcting them if he thinks they are doing it wrong. “You’re doing it wrong, it’s like this.” Taking over their place and, well, doing it himself. And with such speed and perfection that… yeah, he actually does know what he’s saying, it isn’t just all talk. It is arrogant talk, but it’s backed up by action.

As for the Hotel itself? If Lucifer is also seeing these glitches in the matrix, he isn’t showing it. The first time it had surprised him, but once he realizes what is happening, well, what’s there to fuss over? It however becomes rather annoying with the changing of locations he wants to go to. Heading in one door, he finds himself instead somewhere he had not planned to be, a pause to take it in, then to address it. “Excuse me, it seems this was not the room I was planning to go to.”

II – Reach Up High: 1 CW: drills, torture, blood, lobotomy chance, face injures
Lucifer… really isn’t enjoying this. It seemed it was part of the price to pay for being here, he’s accepted that, however, it doesn’t mean he enjoys being manhandled about. And the fact these rooms instantly strip him of his powers, he’s basically human right now. It’s a little insulting…

Equally insulting is this torture is aimed at his face. He may not be as vocal about his appearance as Asmodeus was with his own, but Lucifer still takes great pride in how he presents himself. That drill looked like it could do a number on him. The fact it was pointed at where his demonic forehead symbol sat in his true form… is not lost on him.

Yet despite this all… he’s rather calm. Did he trust his other self? In a way, it was him, was it not? If this Lucifer was anything like him, he didn’t need to lie. Truth, even honest and painful truth, was more important than lying. But also, he has no clue what this other Lucifer is like, but it’s not like he has an option right now, is it? So Lucifer is seated calmly, even moving to cross one of his legs over the other since they were left free, prepared to just wait this out. Hopefully who he is with also thinks that…

III – Reach Up High: 2
Lucfier is almost regretting helping with Helluvacup upon hearing that this was something ‘God encourages’ from others, as well as it helping him towards redemption. He doesn’t want either of those. However… the coffee is a rather tempting contrast to that all. Maybe he just needs to add another sin on some other way to make up for this one… Not that his list would be cleared any time soon.

What helps sway him however is getting to be involved in these imports. This could prove an important chance for later on, especially with the need to barter with others for items here. Better to get along with a supplier well, after all. If there’s a check list, he will make sure to go over what arrives. If there is not one, you better believe he is making one as he and others work on unpacking everything. You have to know what you got, after all. Who knows who might try and steal something for themselves.

He is surprised to see the shipment of said spice though, curious to what exactly was the issue others seem to be having with it, “You do not look happy to see this.”

IV – Follow Me Down: 1 CW: fire, disobedience
Remember that wanting to make up for losing a sin by adding another? Well, normally Lucifer isn’t one to go against the flow of order of a realm… well, not now days. But really, if this helps to get him further away from redemption, and a bit of a ‘fuck you’ to his Father/not Father of this realm… he supposes he can enjoy the fireworks just this once. And maybe a drink or two by the fire is nice too, something that has a kick for demons of course, nothing as weak as human alcohol.

Oh, what he would give for a good vintage bottle of Demonus right now.

After all, this isn’t his hell, maybe he can play a little looser with the rules than he would the Devildom. He doesn’t have responsibilities here. He’s a ‘guest’. So yes, sipping away at a glass of something rather nice and strong while watching the fire burn and spark as more crates get thrown in? It’s not a bad way to spend part of the day.

V – Wildcard

Follow Me Down

I CW: Fire, Disobedience

The bonfire is attractive. Annie is in a cute black satin dress that covers up a majority of her lovely scale spots. Her hair is loose but curling about her and catches the light from the fire nicely. A demon has been chatting her up. She giggles as the demon continues to encourage her to join in on the fun, even gesturing at a table with plenty of booze to go around.

"Okay." That doesn't sound so bad. "I'll do it."

Annie goes to grab one of the boxes and dodges a hand, flipping the demon off quickly. "Just because I said I'd help doesn't mean you get to play grab ass!"

She grumbles as she goes to 'help a demon out'.

II Shots, Shots, Shots!

A(Apple) CW: sex, lust, will update as needed 18-25 without planning only

Annie has been out dancing, she is trying to outrun her feelings regarding wanting to smash all of the TVs. She is very sure the staff will not be pleased. Having the demons turn against her because of a temper tantrum isn't something she would like.

"Oooh!" She smiles up at the very pretty succubus with the tray of shots. "One. Love the dress. It looks great with your hair. Nice choice."

Annie licks her lip thoughtfully. "Are those samples?"

The succubus smiles and sweeps a hand over the tray. "Yes. You poor sinners could use some liquid fun."

Annie looks over her choices and grabs a green one, tossing it back. She sees movement out of the corner of her eye and adjusts the neckline of her dress and fixes the strap of her heels before striding across the club.

B Cinnamon: (OTA!)

Annie smooths out her dress as she exits a side area of the club. She even gives a little finger wave and hums to herself happily as she makes her way through the club. For a while she sits at the bar, tapping her foot to the beat as she sips a club soda with lime in it.

"Oh!" She smiles as an incubus waiter stops by her. He leers at her and leans in close. "You look much better now than the last time we met, beautiful," he purrs. "Happiness is better on you."

Annie flushes and laughs, not knowing what to say. "Thanks?"

She wants him to go away. She doesn't look at the shot when she grabs it, but the spicy cinnamon kick makes her shut her eyes for a moment. It takes her back for a moment and when she opens her eyes her heart catches in her throat.

Who knew someone so amazing could exist? She flashes them an inviting smile, hoping they'll catch a hint.

Wildcard!

Something else? Hit me up, and I'll see what we can do.

1. Stand Your Ground

[It is a sad fact to say that Bakura has seen his fair share of hell. He'd been there and back several times already, although it was usually either a variation of what Ancient Egyptians would consider torment in the Afterlife or -- less fun -- whatever terror the end of Shadow Games held for the losing party.

The worst he's ever endured had been centuries-long isolation, though.

The grabby hands that had brought him here were nothing compared to the endless darkness within the Ring, where you'd start to forgot that you even had a body to begin with bit by bit as time loses all relevance. At the point when he had no longer been able to remember what his own voice had sounded like, he had known that he'd been in deep shit. But he had made it out of it.

Compared to that, a hotel that can't decide whether to be ritzy or some horror movie prop seems like child's play. Which doesn't mean that he is planning to underestimate it. The moment he comes to a pair of doors that could be either an elevator, the doorway to a pair of stairs or a gaping hole to a grisly end, Bakura makes himself comfortable on the floor and waits until somebody else shows up. When they do, he dons his best imitation of his host and smiles sweetly at them.]

I'm new and a bit lost right now, so don't mind me, please! After you~!

2. Reach Up High - Hell Chair / Prompt 1

Seriously? This is boring.

[He sighs. Bakura hasn't moved a muscle and he isn't planning to either. He knows games like this. First you need to assess your situation, then the rules and after that the people you are playing against. Then you double-check, and after that you look for whatever parts you missed. If your opponent makes any mistakes in the meantime, they're already as good as dead.]

3. Reach Up High - Cleaning Crew / Prompt 2

[Fact 1: Nobody ever pays attention to the cleaning crew, especially when they can offer a pleasant smile and unassuming looks.

Fact 2: This 'volunteer' is currently going through the supply crates, helping himself to whatever seems useful while also appearing to do his job.]

4. Wildcard

STAND YOUR GROUND
CW: BDSM Room as Location

Of course, it had been a curse. Kate hates curses as much as she hates … a lot of other things. Curses, though, could eat a dick.

Those are Kate’s exact words when the news had comes out about the televisions. She’s already made the conscious decision to ease up on her binge-watching habit. It doesn’t go along with the lines of sin - sloth be damned! - but if you couldn’t trust television before, you couldn’t now.

It’s fine, though. Kate is far more interested and invested in making Helluva Cup what it once was. She…does not have a general idea of what it looked like prior to being destroyed but the devil is in the details. Those words make her legitimately shiver when she speaks them to whoever is listening.

She blames Lucifer entirely.

She also blames him for the weird feelings of vertigo and hallucinations of her place of residence, the hotel, looking as though it’s about to fall down around everyone. That…is not right. No. There are no wooden beams in this hallway. The floor is definitely marble here, right?

It’s when her stomach does that uncomfortable flip and her head finally stops spinning that Kate finds herself standing in the middle of –

“Oh, you have to got to be kidding me right now.” She makes a face, eying the whips and chains hanging from the wall followed by the various sets of instruments and items found in your friendly neighborhood BDSM clubs. “I just wanted some popcorn or something.” This was because she’d broken all those televisions, wasn’t it? Maybe it was for the bad puns?

REACH UP HIGH

Unpacking Supplies & Helluva Good Job

Chillin’ by the Pool [Closed to Teddy]

FOLLOW ME DOWN
CW: aphro dosing, alcohol, possible sex (dub-con?), sexual situations as a whole

You Can Find me in the Club

WILDCARD

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Edited 2022-08-26 17:33 (UTC)

REACH UP HIGH // PROMPT 2
Distressing as this place is, Ciri has somehow seen just as bad or worse in her own world. Her thin and small stature is misleading; she's got more muscle than she looks like she has (a lot of thanks to time at Kaer Morhen), and she's a tougher cookie than most give her credit for. The teenager can be found in any of the rooms that need more attention of rebuilding and tidying up, either with a damp rag in hand, or lugging around more building supplies than she can easily carry at once but being too stubborn to ask for the help she needs in the latter's case.

NETWORK // USERNAME: cub.of.cintra

[ Well, she's sort of kind of maybe got the hang of this device. Ish. There are some minor errors in her post, because the keys are weird to get used to, and she hasn't found the autocorrect setting yet. This is why she prefers pen and paper already. ]

HEllo,, could someone let me know how far this place is from Cintra and in what direction Cintra is from here? I can navigate myself from there. Thnak you.

[ Short, sweet, and to the point. Also, if someone could tell her how to turn on autocorrect, help a girl out. ]

WILDCARD
(toss *almost* anything else at me - nothing smutty though as she's a minor)

STAND YOUR GROUND

Wanda is used to being the one responsible for reality shifting, and the scenes in the hotel remind her of when her magic was going haywire in Westview. So, when the shifts and glitches happen here, she shoots out magic from her hands in an attempt to make it stop or revert back to something nicer, but she's too slow. Too slow, or it just doesn't work when it's her magic. Either way, as one room becomes another as she tries to orient herself through the slippery reality, a blast of her scarlet magic may wind up accidentally getting to close to someone and at the very least shoving them a few feet. Depending on who it is, she might even feel a little bad about it.

FOLLOW ME DOWN • PROMPT 2

When starting on shots, Wanda has picked one that is apple flavored, which she seems to like, considering she has around four in a row before pausing. At that point, she looks around some and offers the person she happens to lock gaze with a flirtatious smile. She could use some fun, they could probably use some.

Later, she winds up trying some of the pumpkin ones, which she finds are pretty gross. She has one and a half before she has to spit out the rest of the second, right on the floor, because she's a classy bitch like that who gives no fucks. So, when she moves to go to the nearest bathroom to rinse her mouth out, she winds up either almost nearly or completely takes herself and the nearest person to her down to the ground, very ungracefully.

WILDCARD
—Open to anything else here, so really just toss another starter up if neither if these appeal and I'll roll with it.

Stand your Ground

[ Daisy is once again staring at a TV that has tightly been wrapped in a sheet and chains. She has asked some of the staff about it, actually glad that they have been taken care of in some manner at least, only to hear mentions of the Veiled Order. She remembers reading the name in the pamphlet but really, she has no idea who this Asmodeus dude is so she hasn't been thinking about it too much. Yet. Now she is pretty sure that it's better to know what there is instead of being completely caught off guard. Nothing here happens without reason it seems, after all.
So, she may or may not just approach a random person she comes across to ask them.
And if she already knows the other person then she may just come straight out with the question:] What can you tell me about the Veiled Order?

[ The shifts in reality are both concerning and extremely inconvenient. She has just been on her way to the kitchen only to wind up in someone else's room! ]

Uhm, hello? [ Is the other person naked? Casually reading a book? Is this their room or somewhere else entirely? ]

Reach Up High - Prompt II:

[ Having talked to Tony about it previously, Daisy is more than willing to help with repairs. It's not like there is a lot to do apart from it, anyway. It's also not like she has any idea what she's doing so she is likely to ask for help or focus on cleaning the pool for now.

The pumpkin spice strikes her as weird even when considering the time of the year ... so she turns to someone else to just outright inquire about it. ] What's up with all of the pumpkin spice?

Follow Me Down - Prompt I:

[ Not knowing about the consequences, Daisy also helps out with the building of the bonfire, not realising that it's weird until it is much too late. She does make it a point to try and only carry the boxes labeled 'torture' to the pile because surely it's good for less of those to be around? ]

Follow Me Down - Prompt II:

[ Idle curiosity is what got her to check out Club Penance to start with. And it's weird at first, surely, but the aphrodisiacs in the air have been helping her to relax a little. So much so, that she does end up trying the shots the staff has been pushing.

Pumpkin: She isn't usually this clumsy - she swears - but somehow when she gets up from her seat to leave, the laces of her boots end up getting tangled and Daisy is falling face first, her arms flailing slightly - but oh! Luckily her fall is interrupted by someone who just happens to be there. This is either the right place and the right time or the exact opposite! ] Oh shit, sorry!

[ Sour Apple: So, you thought that sitting down next to her was a good idea? Or just the next table over? Well, you thought wrong. Congratulations. Whatever your transgression, Daisy is coming at you, and judging from her expression you are one wrong move away from getting your ass kicked. Maybe just meeting her eyes is enough. ] What are you looking at?

Wild Card!

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Arrival

[ Sora could put up with a lot of pain and the statements the voice was making didn't even bother him. He knew what he was doing when he saved Kairi using the Power of Waking and he knew the consequence. However, when the darkness consumed everything for a second, he did feel a lump forming in his throat. Though darkness never scared him, Sora was feeling the lump move to his chest, tightening his muscles. As he tensed, Sora's right hand began to glow with the power of the Keyblade...He would fight until he got out if he had to. However, that changed when the corridor formed around him, his right hand feeling...wet? Looking down at it, Sora noticed the blood and quickly wiped it off, trying to push himself forward in the line. Quickly giving glances to the sinners in front of and behind him, he immediately spoke. ]

Where is this place? Is it really Hell?

[ Wait, didn't someone mention once that Hell was just the Underworld? Surely Hercules was here! Or maybe someone else he knew? Not that it mattered, he could definitely make a friend pretty quickly. Grinning broadly, he placed his hands behind his head. ]

I'm Sora, by the way!

Stand Your Ground

[ After all that mess of arriving and rolling his eyes over the "sin list", Sora decided to run around to get a good idea of the area; he definitely realized quick that this was not the Underworld. This was somewhere else but he couldn't really figure out where it would be on any map. Turning a corner, Sora stopped suddenly, realizing he was seeing a broken down corridor. Looking back the way he came, the vision faded and changed back to what he supposed was normal...the wave of dizziness didn't help as he kind of wavered in his stance. ]

What's even with this place? It's like it's not really here or something...

[ Even if you don't stop to make sure Sora is okay from the momentary bought of dizziness, he may just end up in your room by accident. If he does...take pity on the poor kid, he's doing his best. ]

Wildcard

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He is post Kingdom Hearts 3 (not including ReMind)! ]

Stand Your Ground

It seems like whenever they leave and return to the hotel, there's always construction to be done. Peter has been okay the last few times using his strength to clear up debris or help rebuild, but he's getting a little tired of always being the muscle.

It also doesn't help that he keeps seeing the world fuzz in and out around him, like glitches in the system. Usually that means multiverse shenanigans are starting, but he hasn't seen anyone step through yet.

He takes a break, mistakenly believing that he just needs to clear his head. And when he blinks, he's on a different floor of the hotel, far from the construction site. He blinks again, and he's on the room. Once more, and he's in the weirdest themed bathroom he's ever seen... and he's not alone.

"Hi," he says to announce his sudden appearance to the other occupant. "I seem to be having teleportation issues."

Reach Up High II

But there are a few bright spots to being on the cleaning crew. One of them is free drinks and snacks from Helluva Cup. So Peter is on break, zipping on some of that magic bean water, and stretching his legs. Things are going fairly well, which is suspicious.

He's available to make conversation with anyone else on break or just random people passing by.

Follow Me Down II (CW: Intoxication, potential sex)

After all that tiring work, downtime in the bar is necessary. He's not too sure about the new shots, but the demon workers must be on commission with how aggressively they're pushing that everyone try them. Peter does eventually grab one just to shut the server up, and turns to the person nearest him for a toast.

"Do you know what flavor you got?" he asks, inspecting the shot glass. "They told me, but I can barely hear with how loud the music is. You think they're real flavors, or Hell Trolling ones?"

Wildcard

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Reach Up High II

Steve liked working with his hands. He also liked the relative solitude of such a physical activity. Rebuilding was satisfying on more than one level and he indulged himself day after day, working mostly on whatever was the heaviest work. Might as well use all that super strength for something, right?

He was usually dirty and tired when he took a break, but smiling. It was good to do something mindless and exhausting and he didn't mind chatting with other residents who decided to help.

Follow Me Down II

Steve's mind wasn't in the best of places lately and he found himself hitting club almost regularly. Why? Escape. The problem was it didn't really work most of the time. Still, he kept trying. And the new drinks seemed like a good start. Most things didn't work on him for long, or at all, but sometimes the staff managed to mix things strong enough to affect for a little while.

He'll be trying everything, so just pick your poison!

Wildcard

Anything else just post it on up, or I can write a starter!

A.

[Out of the goodness of her heart, and also sheer boredom Yelena decides to help out with the renovations of Helluvacup. Plus she’s not going to say no to free drinks and snacks.

She can be found doing some sweeping and mopping. She’s also definitely going to be rummaging around in the imported supply boxes. That might be another major motivation for her decision to help out, actually. She swipes a couple of clothing pieces that appeal to her and maybe a few other odds and ends, including any sewing supplies she comes across.

Eventually she finds herself opening one of the pumpkin spice boxes and makes a face.]

Disgusting. No one needs this much pumpkin spice.

B.

[After helping out at the coffee shop for awhile, Yelena decides to pop in to the club for a drink. Out of curiosity she grabs one of the drinks being offered on trays and tosses it back and…immediately regrets it. Because it’s pumpkin flavored.]

Oh, god, gross. No. The pumpkin is haunting me.

[She immediately turns—intent on getting as far away from the pumpkin shots as possible—and falls. Maybe on her face. Maybe into you or next to you. The point is she loses her balance and falls, which hasn’t happened to her since she was literally a child.]

What the fuck?

Edited 2022-08-30 00:17 (UTC)

[ stand your ground ]

( off-kilter since his arrival, when he spent much of it shaking like a leaf in anguished denial, in grief-filled, chest-tight fury, Bones has had enough of the reality-shifting before it's really begun. The soft, sibilant susurrus emanating from the covered ~~holo~~ tv ensure it's buried under another blanket before he even attempts to bed down, and he lets his head touch the pillow for roughly ten minutes before he's up again, pacing the room.

It's like a beam-out gone awry, the sudden phase-out of his room for the lobby, exchanging stares with the demon on-duty. The next drops him into a ruined ballroom, paint bubbled and blistered, the wallpaper peeling in long strips, then someone else's room, on carpet that seems at once carbonized to a crisp, and deeply plush. )

Son of a bitch.

( It's explosive, as he shoots up from where he's stumbled, hurrying to add to the room's occupant: )

Not you. This whole... ( he waves a hand around them, the gesture encompassing the hotel, their situation, possibly all of Hell. His eyes might be wet with frustration, but he scrubs at them quickly, but he breathes out a sigh that seems to scrape the bottom of his lungs and recovers from the impulse.

Fuck this. )

[ reach up high II ]

( his anxiety hasn't been this high in years, not since before they set out on the five year mission, and he kissed his daughter goodbye for the last time. the sheer normality of the setting only makes it worse, the expectation that the other shoe will drop, as he sweeps the scattered detritus of construction into a dustpan or screws a shelf bracket into the wall.

Suffice to say, it's easy to startle the daylights out of him. )

Jesus, ( he hisses, flinching away as he sights movement behind himself in the mirror. That it's a human-shaped being is only a minor comfort. )

Y'all are as quiet as a mouse in church, ( McCoy grouches, his Southern drawl all the more emphasized as he gives the bracket a brief tug, ) Which is sayin' something, considerin' our surroundings.

[ follow me down II: Apple or Cinnamon ] 18+; cw for aphrodisiacs, possible sex?, dubcon, etc

( he's not even sure why he came here, though his determination to venture outside of the hotel is certainly part of it. the place is hardly any different from some of the clubs he's visited on Earth or even across the galaxy, and the universal experience of it is actually rather cheering.

He's been nursing his whiskey for a while, but loosens up over the course of the evening, enough to take a shot on offer. The heat that blossoms in his veins thereafter is unexpected and so worth sharing, as he lowers his glass to meet another sinner's gaze, all easy confidence and a welcoming smile. )

Stand Your Ground — Life's a glitch~

- The longer he's trapped in this hell, the harder it is for him to determine what's really real and what's an illusion. Things kind of blend together after a while and of course he's not surprised that the hotel is going to revert back to its severely fire-damaged state at random. Nothing really makes sense in hell, after all, and he knows he just has to expect weird stuff to happen... Things never stay nice for long, it all has to fall apart eventually. He's really not anticipating that the glitches will take him somewhere he definitely doesn't want to be, though.

One second he's heading to the kitchen for a bite and the next he's... Well, he's really not sure where he is, but after the initial shock wears off he's sure he's in a bedroom.

"What the fu-!? How the hell did I get here??"

Is this where someone is staying? He's not usually allowed to enter anyone's domicile without being invited in first. But maybe the glitch overrides normal vampire rules? In any case, hopefully whoever is occupying the room doesn't mind some socially awkward vampire just barging in at such a late hour.

Conrad can also be found in other unexpected places around the hotel, like the bathrooms. Or he's making an appearance at the pool. Or the basement or gift shop. And of course, he has to wind up in the rather aptly named blood room... He's never been before so it should be a fun new experience for him.

Reach Up High I — Drill, baby, drill~
(( cw: blood, torture, injuries etc. ))

- By now Conrad's somewhat used to the instruments of torture in this place. Still, his initial reaction is to panic just a little bit. He strains against the vice gripping his head, but luckily for the person who's stuck with him, he doesn't push back... His legs just flail a little bit as he squirms in his seat.

"We're seriously supposed to make small talk like this!?" he sputters in a fit of disbelief.

It's ludicrous, but he knows he should probably try to follow directions. It's not like he trusts Lucifer or anything, but fighting against the restraints always turns out to be a futile exercise. And Conrad certainly doesn't want to cause anyone else to feel pain, or worse, if he can help it. So he stares at the drill poised to grind into his skull with a sick feeling in his stomach and he focuses on staying very still.

Follow Me Down I — I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter~

- As a general rule Conrad avoids being around open flames since it's one of the few things that can totally mess a vampire up and he isn't the type to play with fire. But, at the same time, he's not a big fan of pumpkin spice so it's not like he has any qualms about getting rid of all of it. He'd like to not have his blood meals tainted with the stuff. If the demons are requesting that some of the crates be burned, who is he to argue with them?

It's easy enough for him to haul the boxes of spice to the bonfire and he is careful about chucking things into the flames, but even when one is cautious accidents still happen. All it takes is a stray ember landing on his sweater vest and it quickly ignites.

"Oh, GOD, NO! NO, no, no, no! Shit! AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAhhhh!"

It goes without saying that he isn't succeeding at putting it out. Maybe someone could lend him a hand? The demons don't seem inclined to come to his aid, they'd rather laugh as he jumps around and tries to slap the flames out of his clothing. Apparently, he seems to have forgotten that you're supposed to stop, drop and roll.

Wildcard — (( Please feel free to tweak any of the prompts or create an entirely new scenario / you can reach me @

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Reach Up High: Prompt I:

This wasn't the first time Lucien had been lobotomized in Hell and he hoped it would have been his last. That's why, to start with, disregarding what Lucifer has said, he was currently using whatever strength he had in his body to move his legs and make it so his chair was out of the way. Unfortunately for you, that means your head was lined up nicely. Sorry about that. "No offense, but they ain't getting me like this again!"

[ ooc: Lucien has a little PTSD when it comes to things drilling through his head thanks to a previous event, but he's not going to just sacrifice you! A little reassuring conversation and he'll sit nice and chat with you! ]

Follow Me Down: Prompt 2:

Fire is it? You know, the Tiefling has always been fond of a good bonfire, sure, he'll help bring things to burn. He's not stupid either, as a connoisseur of lies he knows when he's being lied to, not that he minds in this case, in fact! He'll even try and convince you to help him burn some of the crates for him!

"Excuse me there friend. I don't s'pose ya'd be so kind as to help would'ya? It's just, my back is killin' me and these here boxes are heavy." A kind smile and charming voice both flashed in your direction.

Prompt 2:

Y'know, it's been a while since the Bloodhunter let his hair and his guard down. The temptation of being drunk for a few hours was hard to refuse and those shots smelt simply mouthwatering. Currently, he'd been enjoying the Apple and Cinnamon ones, so he's in a far more pleasant mood than normal.

Holding up a shot glass as you caught his eye, nodding in cheers before drinking it down. "Another! And one for my new friend over there." Again, nodding in your direction.

Wildcard:

[ ooc: Feel free to hit me up with any other prompt you like! Or you can always PM this journal to plot something out! ]

ARRIVAL (cw: mention of fake drug and swallowing pills, maaaybe doing a little violence, blanket warning for lotsa cussing)

[ Where is your grandfather?!

The words distort and blur, fading further, and then-- ]

The fuck...?

[ Angela stares and blinks as reality moves forward in flashes. She's eased through the line, her feet stuttering her along. Talked to by someone. Handed things. Told things. Then suddenly, she finds herself in what looks like a lobby. Her mind is gradually getting clearer, and there's a constant noise becoming more apparent. A steady clink clank, clink clank. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...

She looks down at her hands. Some papers. A questionable phone. The glass bottle of pills she knows she had just swallowed the entire contents of, each pill still in it.

The Nostalgia--bottled memories. Her eyes go wide.

She stumbles backwards in shock, crashing into another person. Agent Blake's words echo through her head one last time before she fumbles through moving her leaden limbs to prepare for a fight. ]

Who the fuck are you?

[ In her confusion, the words come out in Vietnamese, but that's probably of least concern. More concerning is the fact that she looks ready to use that very long rosary on her waist to choke a fucker out. Might want to talk her down. ]

REACH UP HIGH (cw: all mentioned above)

"Guests," huh?

[ She snorts, crossing her legs as she settles in. This is weak. But whatever, she'll play along. Not the worst shit she's dealt with. When you're coming from a world where people are praying to a man that's supposedly living on Mars, what's a little horror movie bullshit?

But really. She's not exactly thrilled with this situation. Having to confront your mortality in a very shiny metal way is enough to put fear in any cop. Any cop worth their salt, however, won't cave. Not when they see the worst of society every day. Not when they've survived the perpetual end of the world. Not when some racist fucks nearly shot them dead.

She breathes in. Out. Cool as a cucumber. ]

Just another fuckin' day in Hell...

FOLLOW ME DOWN (cw: alcohol, violence, potential for way more violence, aphro influence if you want it lol)

Why the hell not?

[ What started as gathering intel on the so-called locals has turned into something else. If she's going to accept she's now in some goddamn hell, may as well make the best of it. Or worst. She downs the sour apple shot in one quick gulp. Normally, she wasn't one to be down for lowering inhibitions, not when she lived in a world where anyone could be an enemy, but if the world's turned upside-down--again--why the hell not?

Her coat flares behind her as she turns away from the bar, eyes roving over the patrons. Nothing off so far. That is, until one demon looks at her in just the perfectly wrong way. One minute she's glaring at them. The next, she's getting yanked off of them, knuckles bloodied and aching.

After fighting her way free, she leaves the club, shaking off the weird feelings that more than the drink left behind as best she can, stalking elsewhere. No matter where she ends up? She's ready to let some people feel her righteous anger, especially if she gets to use some of the guns she pilfered from the crates she'd come across. ]

WILDCARD

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Edited 2022-09-02 21:00 (UTC)

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