TEST DRIVE MEME #39

[penancemods]

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

As memories return to those who lost them, the frigid temperatures only seem to grow worse. The cold bites into the skin of those who dare step outside, right down to the bone for those who dare to stay exposed long enough. The staff attempt to combat some of this by setting up a fire pit or two outside for sinners to gather around… there’s even stuff for s’mores! A bit out of season, true, but the local demons don’t seem to understand the difference. They just know humans love their fires and their melted marshmallows and their scary stories – which the library goblins have gathered outside to read to gathering crowds. Anyone who can tolerate the cold may settle around and listen to the animated little demons recount all the classic horror tales and some bedtime demonic tales (that may actually leave you unable to sleep for a bit, but ah well… what is a bit of Eldritch horror before bed?)

The TVs are once again safe for viewing and play a selection of local Hell TV and old shows from earth. Try not to be scammed by the local infomercials! Contrary to what they claim, they don’t really know how to keep blood from dripping down the walls from a pesky poltergeist or actually have that all-in-one torture device that will bring everyone to their knees!

After the unfortunate burning of all the pumpkin spice, the inventive cooks in the kitchen have opted to use real pumpkins and other gourds to spice up the local food and drinks. Have fun with that! Who doesn’t like a few raw pumpkin seeds in their coffee or sprinkled over their morning bagel? Additionally, the owner of Helluvacup has jumped into the season with brand new foam art that may… actually not be that great. But don’t let Bean the Hell rat hear! He will bite anyone who makes his master feel bad. It’s not all terrible art anyway… There are also little marshmallow rats and bats added liberally to menu items!

Be sure and appreciate the fact Bean will be in a new costume every day! Ranging from tiny vampire, to ghost, to witch, to perhaps local sinners who have caught his eye!

Not all is fun and games and cold though. The hotel seems disturbingly… not quite right. It flashes longer to a burnt out husk of a building, the incubi and succubi show as the hags they are, and Lucifer’s scars seem even more prominently displayed than usual. Not only that, but things move of their own accord, reflections in the mirror seem to do… strange things. There are also strange noises, whispers in ears that range from threats to pleading for help. It seems the hotel may be suffering from some poltergeist activity… ah, well. At least it’s not more rats or insects, right?

Additionally, even as the temperatures drop, there seem to be, slowly, a collection of skeleton birds growing. It starts with a couple that stick together, then a few outside in a group. They start to huddle their bony bodies together, collecting in the main hotel doorways, in front of windows, blocking these areas. When they see sinners, they follow after them (even into the hotel) giving light “caw” sounds on a most pitiful note.

The demons warn the sinners not to feed them, but bread is easily found in the kitchen, or made from the ingredients found there. It couldn’t hurt to give them a little? Where is the bread even going to go? They’re just bones.

Those that do feed the birds might hear a whispered, vague, “Thank you,” or “I appreciate you,” but certainly it was imagined.


Reach Up High

Prompt I:

WARNINGS: torture, amputations, blood, mutilation, acid.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least," Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.

"No, I'm only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice for your fellow penitents. You'll find yourself in an unfavorable situation with only so many ways to escape or help each other."

'Unfavorable' or downright horrific. Those are one and the same, aren't they?

Sinners will notice that they have awakened to find themselves in a room, in any of the following positions:

Spare a Pint - Awakening in a room with a box in the center of it, sinners find themselves wearing collars with a clock ticking down. They have fifteen minutes to place their hands inside the box that they'll learn is full of sharp objects ready to cut. They must spill a few pints of blood each, as it turns out. Once the time is up, if they haven't succeeded, spikes will pop out of the collar and embed in their necks. This will result in both participants nearly bleeding out. Any scarring will be permanent.
Spare a Limb - Sinners awaken to find themselves chained in a room, with an axe placed on a table just within reach. They have fifteen minutes to decide who loses a limb before their collars strangle them. The only way this won't happen is through genuine want to not see the other suffer. If one sinner removes the other's limb out of malice or need to save only themselves, they will find their collar tightening regardless. Any limbs will be returned after punishment.
Like An Angel - Suspended in the air, one sinner will find themselves outfitted with the most devilish device. Brackets have been connected to their ribcage and there are only fifteen minutes before the trap trips and rips open their chest. To save them, the other sinner must remove the key from a bowl of acid before the timer reaches zero. If they fail to do so, not only will the poor person bound experience excruciating pain, but the other will suddenly feel like their insides are twisting in on themselves. Sinners will be patched up afterwards, but the bound one will have a scar that remains on their chest as a reminder to both parties.

Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests and offer whatever reassurance that he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately exposed.

If guests turn on each other, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.


Prompt II

It isn’t all torment and torture! The hotel needs to be decorated for the upcoming season after all, and the demons are eagerly approaching guests to help! There will be pumpkin carving, decorating, etc. The staff will be eager to spread some holiday cheer that isn’t all gloom and doom for the old and new guests alike.

What do you do with all the waste? Well, the demons are additionally encouraging sinners to use them to make pies or roast the seeds.

Of course, those pesky poltergeists seem to be causing some of the more… unique Jack O’Lanterns to come alive and do some nipping at unsuspecting fingers and ankles. Staff will encourage sinners to destroy these nuisances or figure out a way to expel the spirit within it.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I

WARNINGS: dub/non-con, aphrodisiacs, anonymous sex

Club Penance is getting into the upcoming spooky season with their take on a masquerade. In the general portion of the club, everyone is required to don a mask upon entering for their night of debauchery and drinking. Dances are to be done to various kinds of eerie music (and maybe a little Monster Mash if you wait around long enough). Staff will also be handing out various kinds of candy, It won’t even be drugged! (In the dance portion of the club, that is)

In the sex demon side? Not only are guests required to wear a typical mask, but also lingerie. There are hefty doses of aphrodisiacs waiting to greet those who enter the club that inspire adventurous activities and lower inhibitions. People will easily ignore that little voice in their heads that warns against the staff leading them to private rooms or the stages to put on shows with anonymous partners.

The catch? Sinners are not allowed to remove their masks until after both partners have reached climax. You may try, but the mask is enchanted to not be removed. That could prove to be quite a predicament for those just wanting to go back home.

Candy will also be offered, but will be heavily drugged. Some may contain the club special, Frenzy, and others may just contain potent aphrodisiacs. Others may contain other drugs ranging from mild to intense. Be careful what you eat!


Prompt II

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.


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[penancemods]

[birdpapi]

What would happen if you were to respond to the birds after they thank you for the food? Can you make friends with them?

Todd Alquist | Breaking Bad

[shit_happens]

Follow me down I

Todd is given a mask to access the area, doesn't really question it. They give him candy, he doesn't question it. He sees sex demons in that further area? Slightly odd, but he doesn't question that either. He stays on the dance side, standing awkwardly. Sexually, he might be even more awkward than that. He wouldn't know, some things just didn't...Happen, for him.

[lvb]

L.L's incredibly disappointed today: it turned out that the drugs in the candy were something his body responded to and purged him of, so he's stone cold sober in the middle of a sex club, covered in a cat mask and far too little lace.

Though he's been strutting around like he was born to have everything on show it's honestly awkward watching the orgy - which is why he ends up gravitating to someone else who looks just how he feels. He looks the other man up and down as he slinks over, trying and failing to place who he is - not that it's easy when most people he sees are clothed with their faces free.

"It could be worse," He remarks casually in lieu of a greeting, coming to stand beside the stranger to watch the anonymous mass of revellers. "At least it's warm in here."

Noiz | DRAMAtical Murder | OTA

[zunge]

Reach Up High I: Spare a Pint cw: torture, blood


[Following the explanation, Noiz stares at the other person's collar before reaching for his own neck to discover one there. Yeah, didn't actually notice his own collar until now. He gives it a brief tug in annoyance before heaving a sigh and holding up a hand to start undoing the thin white bandages wrapped around it. These bandages may remind one of the way some fighters wrap their hands.]

Self-sacrifice is a load of crap.

[A statement he truly believes. There are only beneficial and non-beneficial actions. It sounds like in this case, he'll benefit no matter the outcome. That said, he'll get out of here more quickly should the other person also be willing to shove their hands in there to drain some blood. And the bandages will get in the way and wind up soaked. He can still use these after getting healed up.

Hence why the other sucker in the room with him may be confused by his words and actions seemingly not matching up. They don't know Noiz.]



Follow Me Down I cw: aphro, anonymous sex, possible public show.


[The only possible mask that could make Noiz truly anonymous is a goddamn gimp mask. Too many facial piercings. Someone who's seen him naked might get tipped off by the body piercings elsewhere or his treasure trove of scars, but hey, it was the club that decided to demand lingerie of everyone. His lingerie? Some simple lace boxers.

The mask annoys him. But he knows the damn thing's enchanted and won't come off without mutual climax. So he grabs a person by the shoulder or arm.]

You'll do. Come with me.

[They could be headed toward a stage where they can put on a public show, or to a private room. Either. At this point he gives no fucks about where or with whom.]



[Wildcard]

[For anything else. Open to the Like An Angel torture but not Spare a Limb. Feel free to poke me at inthetatras or Numi#5838 to discuss scenarios.]

Reach Up High I: Spare a Pint

[failed_antichrist]

[Not the most observant person, Setsuna doesn't notice the collars, at all, doesn't think about it. It's Hell, and this particular trap seems a more mild one than what he's seen before. He's partial to not being in pain, and to his own blood, but also, he'll take the chance to do something easier. He does notice the wrapping on Noiz's hand.]

[Setsuna might not know Noiz, but he's known similar people, the ones that say one thing, but their actions speak louder to Setsuna, on a different level. He gives Noiz a soft smile as he easily shoves his own hand in.]

Think of it this way. It's not self-sacrifice. We're just getting ourselves out, right?

Follow Me Down 1

[lvb]

[ L.L's been strutting through the club like he's completely at home stone cold sober in an orgy dressed in a cat mask and translucent lace. It's a lie of course, but appearances are everything and the people standing awkwardly on the sidelines attempting to cover themselves just look sad. He'll never let Hell think its broken him like that.

Noiz catches his eye - but it's not the scars nor the tail, but the glint of metal on his hips. L.L stops for a moment, popping a hip to keep his facade of a sexy comfortable reveller, and tilts his chin discreetly to take a better look.

Yes, that's a piercing in his belly. And through his skin at the hips, unusual. And lower, is that... metal under his boxers?

Behind his mask his eyes go completely round. No, there's no way... but the glint isn't the right shape to be some sort of ring worn around his shaft, so it must be... through? He'd had his earlobes pierced multiple times back when he was mortal and the needle, the healing, the rotation of the stud to keep the hole open... He can feel his own package shrivel in horror.

He's been staring intently at this man's crotch for far too many seconds. He has to react, to fight or flee, or his weakness to the sight will be obvious. Lifting his chin he saunters over, swinging his hips as his demonic heels click on the dance floor ]

What a fascinating collection of piercings. Do you have any more that aren't on show?

[ This isn't the place to back down. He'll face this horror head-on! ]

Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle | Noctium CRAU | OTA

[forleaving]

[ooc: I'll also match prose if you prefer!]

i. Arrival

[Adam was used to uncomfortable things. He was used to strange things. He wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't some trick of the Burnished Crater until he was done talking with Lilith. The Crater was never a pleasant place but this was- was it actually worse? It was certainly worse than what he'd originally gone through, as poisonous as the Crater was, but he'd heard stories of others' arrivals that were just as rough as this.

All in all, things really started to sink in after he'd been given his package and contract and he was left standing in the hotel lobby. Had he died in the Crater? And then ended up here because- why? Shifting his package to one arm, he scanned his contract, his sins list. He could argue with some of them, but he supposed most of them checked out in the end. Folding it up neatly, he put it in his pocket along with his new phone and the pamphlet he'd been given.

After a moment's hesitation, he pressed his fingers under his shirt, along his lower back. The gem he'd received some months prior was still there. He wasn't sure if he'd expected it to be gone or to find a wound there or what but- he wasn't sure if he was comforted by its continued existence, either. It felt like it meant very little right now, except maybe that he could defend himself better if necessary. But was he still going to change every month? He had so many questions and so very few answers and he didn't have the first idea who he should be asking these things.

It resulted in him standing off to the side in the lobby looking weary, wary, and incredibly lost. Give him a hand?]

ii. Stand Your Ground a

[After sitting around outside in the cold for far longer than he would have under different circumstances, Adam stepped back into the hotel for a cup of coffee. He didn't even care that the foam art was bad; what did it matter, in the end? It still tasted alright and that was the important part, to him. Besides that, Bean the rat looked adorable in his little costume and Adam may or may not have sneaked in a quick pat if he could get away with it without being bitten.

He took a seat with his coffee, sipping at it while keeping his hands curled around it for warmth. He was scanning his surroundings, minding his own business, when the empty chair next to him abruptly skidded (loudly) across the floor, making him jump. Eyeing the chair warily, he looked at the nearest person and said-]

It wouldn't be Hell if things weren't haunted, would it?

iii. Stand Your Ground b

[Prone to doing his own thing, whether or not anyone else thought it was a wise idea, Adam had taken some bread from the kitchen after being followed by the skeletal birds. He wasn't sure how they were even going to eat it, but they seemed harmless enough and down on their luck, to put it mildly. What was the harm in feeding them? So he did.

When he heard a soft thank you, he immediately replied:]

You're welcome.

[Before looking around in bewilderment. Watching the birds closely, he addressed them again.]

Did you just talk?

[There was no answer this time and he rubbed a hand over his face. Maybe he was imagining things? Was he already losing his mind in this place?]

iv. Reach Up High II

[Adam hadn't really had many opportunities to celebrate Halloween or the autumn months before but that didn't mean he'd never carved a pumpkin. Even in Hell, a pumpkin was a pumpkin and he set to work carefully cutting a hole in the top, scooping out the insides (and making a face whenever pumpkin guts got under his fingernails), and preparing it for carving. He went simple and traditional with a regular spooky face.

He was so intent on his work that he might not even notice anyone approach until they were right up next to him, in which case he flinched and somehow managed to nick his finger on the knife he was using. Swearing, he peered down at the blood welling from his finger, not immediately moving to do something about it.]

You shouldn't sneak up on someone like that.

v. A Little Bit of Nature

[It was ridiculously cold out still but that didn't stop Adam from lingering outside the hotel, somewhere where there was a patch of dirt. He needed to try something. Something he hadn't tried since arriving. He'd been too busy with other things, for one, and for another, he'd worried maybe something would stop his magic from working. There was only one way to find out, though.

Crouching down, he pressed both hands to the ground and closed his eyes. He hadn't done this in...a while, admittedly, but he assumed it was just like riding a bike; you didn't just forget entirely. Still, at first, nothing happened. Then, nothing happened.

Just when he was about to give up, a little stalk and leaves pushed their way out of the ground, blooming into a yellow flower. It was only a few inches high but he could chalk that up to this being Hell and him not having focused on growing plants for a bit. Opening his eyes, he smiled quietly and stroked a finger along the yellow petals.

If he could still do this, he also assumed he could still do everything else. Though 'everything else' wasn't much, it was better than nothing.]

Arrival

[bluewithenvy]

[It was an old habit. One that involved dragging herself out of the suburbia life to make an appearance in the hotel lobby. Once, maybe twice. She's stopped expecting to see anyone she knew months ago.

She stopped hoping none of them would close to the beginning of her being here herself.

So she's both surprised and not to see a familiar face among the unfamiliar crowd. A face she hasn't seen in months.]

Adam?? [She's short enough that, if he tries to glance a peak of her in the crowd, he just might miss her before she's made her way to stand directly in his path.] Need a hand? Or a friendly face? I can offer both you know.

stand your ground a

[inbello]

Ronan barely notices the stupid chair. He doesn't give a shit about foam art or even pumpkin seeds in his coffee. It could be so much worse, after all. At least they weren't something gruesome. Coffee isn't his number one drink of choice anyway, but it's fucking cold all over the damn place, so whatever.

But none of that even matters to him in the slightest when he sees Adam Parrish at a table. His heart, twisted black thing he pretends it to be, seems to stop for a long moment before starting back up, hammering against his ribcage. He can't decide if he's happy or furious. All that anger, though, that's not Adam's fault and he won't direct it at him.

How long has it been since he's even seen Adam? Since before that stupid ass Stepford crap months ago. It's a complicated mix of feelings now, because of course he wants to see Adam, but he also…doesn't. Not here, not again. He doesn't want to watch all the terrible shit happen again, or different terrible shit, or…

But in the end, he can't be normal, he has to just be Ronan.

"Tis the fucking season, Parrish," he says. "Don't worry. I'll kick some ghost's ass if I have to.:

He grabs a chair — wisely, not the one that had skittered away on its own — and scoots it up to the table, sitting it in like this isn't an emotional time for him, leaned back and slouched down like he would if he were still in school and bothered to go.

iii. Stand Your Ground b

[failed_antichrist]

[Setsuna's been feeding the birds for a while. He's heard something here and there, but consistently brushed it off. When he hears someone else feeding them talk to one of the birds he perks up.]

So...you heard it too? It's not just me.

[One of the bony birds tilts a head at them both, one eye watching them, as though he has no idea what they're talking about. Sure.]

Of course. I'm probably crazy. Been here for three years. Talking animals would hardly be the weirdest thing I've ever seen, though.

L.L || Code Geass: Lelouch of the Resurrection

[lvb]

Stand Your Ground
Of all the embarrassing things that could happen, L.L had never imagined 'chased by an animate biting pumpkin' would be one of them. But here he is in the library, standing on a step stool and trying to bat a jumping pumpkin away with 'On The Uses Of Bones', unable to call for help because the librarians will shush him.

Someone approaches the row of dark magic books he's tucked into and he shoots them a pleading look. Please rescue him! Or at least look more biteable than him.

Follow Me Down I [Open to all genders, 18+ || cw: dubcon/power imbalance, possible public sex]

L.L is having a bad night. He knows he shouldn't come to the sex club, but it's the only place with chemicals that affect him and after ten immortal years deprived even of a caffeine buzz something is better than bland never-ending sameness.

Unfortunately the drugs in the candy triggered his regeneration powers and now he's in the club stone-cold sober, dressed in a cat mask and very little lace [NSFW illustrations], panting because he's spent ten fruitless minutes trying to tear said mask off just in case the succubi were lying for kicks.

So, he has to seduce someone to orgasm to remove his mask and regain his clothes. Given the state of some of the people here that won't be difficult, but this is not going to go down as the proudest moment in his life.

Option A
He struts through the crowd like he owns the place, skinny hips swinging, scanning for a mark - and there, a person who doesn't look like they'll murder him once they sober up. He offers both his hand and a charming smile as he asks.

"Would you like to dance?"

Option B
It pays to make friends with the demons. 'Emily', a hag of a succubus he once made an elegant backless dress for, sent him to a private room and promised to bring him someone else to help him escape. He's now draped on a pile of cushions, idly playing with himself through the lace to compensate for his sobriety.

(And in the club a succubus, who tells you that you could call her whatever you like, takes you by the wrist with the promise that she's got someone friendly waiting just for you)

The curtain covering the private alcove lifts and in comes Emily. He stretches elegantly in the dim light, long slender limbs shifting under purple lace as he makes a show of creating a space for another body beside him.

"Come join me." He murmurs lowly, patting the cushion beside him.

Follow Me Down II

Forget the drugs, forget the strip poker, L.L's in the bar for one reason tonight: to play darts. He's decent at the game - finnicky and flamboyant and able to hit his intended target more often than not.

It's only after he's thrown his three darts and smirked at his score that he turns to a watcher, raising a confident brow.

"Are you waiting to challenge me?" With an elegant gesture of the wrist he invites them to go pull the darts from the dartboard for their turn. Of course he hopes to win but he knows what he is - a man who, with all the effort in the world, has never managed to score more than a B- in his practical weapon-shooting simulations.

Network Post: Video: un L.L. [cw: hunting/the fur trade]

[ L.L is on camera wearing a garish fur hat that he's somehow managing to pull off with ease ]

I currently have five hats in stock, perfect for this cold weather. If you want one... let's negotiate. I am a fair man.

Wildcard
[ Want to do anything else with L.L? Post here! Or hit me up on discord at dilly#0845 ]

Follow me Down I B

[ohmyscream]

Annie is lead into the room. Emily had taken the leash Annie had found hitched to her choker. She found the demon was being very gentle with her which was nice.

Annie likely looks like a vision in the red and black corset with d rings along the front for grabbing onto or being hooked in place. Even the horned devil mask she is in looks attractive. She takes her leash away from the demon and licks her lip thoughtfully.

"If... you'd like." She sinks to her knees crawling to join him and allowing the person she thinks is L.L to enjoy the fact the demons had left her backside exposed once they figured out that Annie wouldn't be comfortable in panties. The lace garter belt and snake skin patterned stockings accented her nicely enough.

"You look... amazing." She takes in how good he looks and settles in at his side willing to offer him control here.

stand your ground

[compelledtoprotect]

It seemed he was destined to always meet the guy in an embarrassing situation, which would never endear him to L.L. It did give him plenty to laugh about though! Which . . . also didn't help make L.L. any happier. They would probably never been friends.

He'd been hearing the scuffles but no actual words, and after a while his curiosity got the better of him. Steve knew who was in the shelves, he just wasn't sure what the hell L.L. was doing. He peered around the end of a bookcase and just stared. That was . . .

"What the hell are you doing?"

wildcard

[whichiest]

It's likely not even a remote surprise to come across Belladonna feeding the crows. Of course she took pity on the poor, skeletal things, and really by now she should know better after a previous mess she got into with some of Lucifer's skeletal guards. Give an inch, they take a mile. But here she is, sighing in a woe-is-me type manner as she crouches outside the hotel, surrounded by an entire murder.

Thank you, Miss, they caw to her. How kind of you.

Belladonna spreads another layer of seed for the things, not seeming bothered as a couple start to roost on her head and shoulder, foraging from her hair for nesting materials.

"I know, I just can't help myself," she bemoans before seeing L.L. approaching the doorway. "Oh, good day! I'm not blocking the door, am I?"

Misaka WORST | A Certain Magical Index

[neurallycorrupt]

Stand Your Ground

[There's something about those birds that prompts WORST into feeding them. Well. Two somethings. One, the staff keep saying not to. One of the foundations of being bad is to do what others tell you not to do. In this case she must. Two, the skeleton birds don't appear bothered by her presence. For once she gets to be near animals that don't get wigged out by the magnetic field she passively generates.

And so one might find her handfeeding these creepy skeleton birds some chunks of bread. It's weird. Sometimes the bread up and disappears into thin air once 'swallowed'. Sometimes it winds up dropping to the floor in a small pile. Either way...]

Misaka is tempted to keep you as a pet. Imagine how little cleanup it'd be.



Reach Up High II

[Pumpkin carving! Some cultural thing she recalled reading about on the internet once, but whose season had passed by the time she'd won her freedom and gained a future beyond the end of WWIII. One can find her carving up quite a few with spookier designs like a skull with exposed brain or creepy smiles.

Once some of the Jack o' Lanterns start moving around on their own as if possessed, WORST wastes little time targeting them. She all but pounces on the carved pumpkin and clamps her hands down hard, letting loose some electrical zaps that make buzz and crackle with small explosions. There may be some pumpkin chunks flying in all directions around her. Those chunks might wind up hitting bystanders nearby, or grazing closely. She may or may not also be a nuisance just as annoying as the sentient carved pumpkins nipping at others.]



Wildcard

[For anything else. Open to the Spare a Pint and Like An Angel tortures but not Spare a Limb. Feel free to poke me at inthetatras or Numi#5838 to discuss scenarios.]

Stand your ground

[birdpapi]

[ If there's one way to get Mordecai's attention, it's by bringing in birds. It truly doesn't matter what the demons said. There are birds acting very pitiful and sad, seeming very hungry, and what is a man to do but feed them?

He's already fed some of them a few times. So when he steps into the lobby and finds WORST feeding some, he's already made up his mind about the kind of person she is.

(Not completely true. She can still prove to be bad news, but also, who'd be surprised?)

His own bird sits on his shoulder, as usual, as he stops beside WORST. ]

I dunno, I ain't seen 'em drop any waste but that don't mean they don't.

Gu Sui | The Best Actor is a Fox Spirit

[flirtyfox]

A. Stand Your Ground I

I was excited to try the snacks, but I wonder if they'll have any other types of stories to tell.

[ Sui has given himself time to adjust. He isn't happy with the situation; he was already reincarnated once, he had a job in that body, and now he's in Hell? Not even the demonic place of his world. Still, by the time he decides to be social and have S'mores, he isn't allowing himself to linger too much on his situation. He'll find a way out of this too.

And he isn't going to be bored in the meantime. So, it's time to approach a stranger and have a conversation. ]

I don't mind horror stories, but they haven't changed at all.

B. Stand Your Ground II

I'm popular.

[ Sui catches the stranger staring at the birds that seem to have gathered around him. Perhaps it's because he's out so often, but he's sure more and more of them seem to be gathering around him. He isn't alone in that, of course, but it's fun to tease people. ]

Jealous?

[ It's asked with a playful wink. ]

C. Reach Up High (Prompt II)

You look a little hungry.

[ Oh, this is fun. Sui has never made a pumpkin pie before, but he's a skilled man when it comes to cooking. It hasn't taken long to master the recipe, but still, cooking for yourself can only be so much fun. Without a hint of shame, he holds out the small pieces he's passing around. ]

Tell me how it tastes.

D. Follow Me Down (Prompt II)

[ Sui enjoys one-night stands and sex. Very much. So much so that it's topped his list of sins. It really is a pleasure in life. Yet, that's not what he chose to do tonight; after all, he also has a few standards and isn't sure he can trust this place. He does drink, but his eyes go to the stage when it's free.

It's a good voice, one too refined for a bar. He smiles throughout the performance, occasionally meeting the eyes of those watching him. It seems effortless for the simple fact it is; no matter what body he has no, his soul is one of a much older being, after all. ]

I saw you watching.

[ As he steps off the bar, his eyes close as he offers a smile. ]

Does it mean I've earned a drink?

(ooc | Feel free to hit me up with a wildcard, too. Sui will be about town, being a social butterfly. )

C. Reach Up High (Prompt II)

[starlingroad]

[She is, indeed, hungry, but America usually is. That is the best part of all of these pumpkins and the pie baking, though. Everyone is making food, and even if it's not all great, there's always free food, everywhere.]

[Having been told Hell isn't always so generous, America is taking advantage of that, and that.]

Yes. [She wastes no time digging her fork into the layers of flakey crust and slightly sweet custard.] Wow...that's one of the betters ones I've had. Can I have two pieces of that one?

Wanda Maximoff — Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) + CRAU — OPEN

[divaricate]

Follow Me Down (Prompt I)

In the club with a mask and lingerie, Wanda is enjoying herself thanks to the atmosphere and aphrodisiacs. The candy is delicious, and she's had a lot of that tonight, with some drinks; that helps her mood too and who cares if it's got sketchy stuff in it? Not her right now, that's who.

The mask being enchanted to not come off is something else that doesn't bother her at the moment, because it's fun and mysterious. The lower inhibitions and adventurous mood she's in means she will either come up to you and: rest her hands on your shoulders or take your hands and start dancing, or just wind up dancing close to you and waiting for you to join her.

Caleb Widogast | Critical Role | OTA

[dirtywizardman]

I. Feed the Birds
The cold was miserable, but the longer it went, the more Caleb got used to it in the way he'd gotten used to Eiselcross. He didn't like it, but at least he wasn't quite so unbearably frozen now.

No, instead, he was looking at these strange, skeletal birds. He had seen them first in passing from the hotel out to the houses on the edge of the compound, the greenhouse and clinic. Every day he went out, he saw them.

This time, he had a small bag of seeds and rice that he'd made from in the kitchen. He remembered his mother telling him not to feed birds bread, although he couldn't remember why she'd said. But he had the seeds and rice.

He went out and sat against a wall, casting the seeds and rice for the birds. A few of them came, though they seemed a little nervous. Probably because of Frumpkin sat between his feet.


II. Follow Me Down
a. Masquerade, pt 1
When he came to the club, feeling a little silly, they gave him a mask and told him to have fun, and that was it.

Unlike the time that he came with Molly, the music was rather pleasant. It felt a little bit like some of the parties that had happened since he had been here in Hell, a pleasant divergence but a shivering reminder of the life that he had, at one point, led -- or almost led.

Perhaps he wasn't meant to be here. But he was, and now he might as well try to get in a dance or two in the meantime.

b. Masquerade, pt 2
He wasn't sure how he'd ended up on the other side of the club.

The mask was in place. He had tried to remove it, but it wouldn't. At some point, he'd gotten a drink. At some point, he'd lost his shirt. And the mask stayed on the whole time.

He was feeling a little fuzzy, outside of his body, as he moved through the crowd. It felt warm and wild, and he was trying to figure out where the door was. He shouldn't be here, should he? But the fuzziness persisted, and he kept getting turned around on himself.

Eventually, he just found somewhere to sit. Maybe he'd just sweat it out. Maybe someone would help him get out of here.


III. Wildcard
[Find Caleb anywhere and everywhere around Hell! Feel free to hit me up with whatever.]

Masquerade, pt 2

[concentrated_dick]

Lucien shouldn't have been there either, he'd only planned on popping in, seeing if he could acquire a few stolen samples of certain drugs, who knows when it might be handy to spike someone with them now and then!? In fact, he didn't even seem bothered upon spotting a certain redheaded Wizard through the crowd. Sure, Caleb wore a mask, but then he knew the man, could pick him out of the crowd in the blink of an eye so to say.

No, he'd gathered the supplies he'd been after and was actually really rather amused at watching the human stumble and fumble his way, topless through the crowd. What an eejit. He thought to himself, amused to watch him a little longer from behind his own mask.

It wasn't in an act of kindness, no, Lucien was no hero but the moment he saw someone swoop in close enough to tangle themselves up in the Wizard's embrace, there was something in him that felt angry, envious even. Gritting his pointed teeth, the Bloodhunter stalked on over, a deliberate meaning in his gait. Grabbing the man who was only inches away from kissing the Wizard, and with his hand around their throat, eye contact made and locked, Lucien rather charmingly managed to convince them to leave. As the man stumbled away, a dazed look in his eyes, doing as he was told, Lucien took hold of Caleb's shoulders and walked him towards a dark crevice in the room.

"Last I saw of you, ya really thought ya had the upper hand on me, Caleb. Just lookit ya now. You're a mess." Walking until Caleb would find himself facing the shadowed wall, Lucien slowly turned him around and pushed him until his back was up against it. "The God's only know what that man was plannin' on doing to ya. It's a good job I came along now isn't it?" Taking a curled finger and coils it underneath Caleb's chin, tipping his slumped head up to look at him. "Though, mind you... I do kinda like the idea of ya being so placid and malleable as ya are right now. Oh, the ways in which I could bend ya, Caleb... Goodness."

Steve Rogers | MCU: Winter Soldier (CRAU)

[compelledtoprotect]

Stand Your Ground

The cold goes to his bones, but Steve has never been one to let physical issues keep him down. He just bundles up the best he can and wanders the hotel and grounds, a couple of blankets rolled under one arm and a few thermoses as well slung on straps over his shoulder. Steve was set to help warm people up, at least temporarily. And for friends who were extra cold, he'd happily offer for them to come home and . . . share some body heat?

Those skeleton birds ought to be creepy, but the faint pleas just made Steve feel guilty. To be nothing but bones and still be starving seemed so wrong. He started keeping some bread in his pocket, just so the guilt didn't nip at him. The poor things just tugged at his heartstrings, and it took so little to make them happy. Hopefully it didn't end up biting him in the ass.


Reach Up High

Up for all the prompts! Steve will totally try to give blood, he will be a victim to lose limbs (he's just not capable of dismembering someone XD) or he can play either role in the angel thingy! He's already done all three in the past so it's extra trauma! Yay for more trauma XD

Steve will also be happily decorating and cooking, so expect a lot of pumpkin stuff being handed out XD


Follow Me Down / Wildcard

Up for various things! Steve is always around and it's no trouble getting him to go places! No set plans for these, just tag in with a prompt or PM and I'll write something!

kate bishop | marvel-616

[explosionsareeasy]

Stand Your Ground - Open To All!

These Stories Are Lit - Option I

S'mores are, quite possibly, one of Kate's favorite love languages. Not literally but she loves the delicious ooey and gooey treat. Bonfires are also a plus even with the frigid weather lurking. The fires are helpful, right? Even when seated around one, listening to the fun stories, Kate wears multiple layers to prevent that chilled feeling. It's not entirely successful but it's something!

"No, no. You put the chocolate on before the marshmallow."


Stand Your Gourd! - Option II

The actual pumpkin taste isn't terrible. It's not pumpkin spice but what is that flavor anyway? Not a lot of pumpkin and more spice. Truthfully, Kate's hard worse so you won't find her complaining. She's still trying to make friends with the Helluvacup owner and Bean. So what if it has resulted in some finger nibbles? These things take time. She gladly compliments the foam art, too. She can't do that so whether it's good or bad is a moot point. Have you seen her attempt at macaroni art? On this particular visit, Bean looks adorable in his stylish ghost costume. It's a nice change to the way the building continues to change and morph now and again. Not to mention those weird whispers.

"...Did you hear that?"


A Murder of Bones - Option III

Don't feed them? Are they serious? Of course, Kate is going to feed these skeletal monstrosities! Just not where a lot of demons can see.

The first few times, the whispers had to be a lack of sleep, right? Of course.

Now, Kate is responding to the birds, feeding them copious amounts of bread without a second thought. Why not? Who is going to hurt anyway?

Reach Up High - Closed to America

Spare a Limb

It's cold and uncomfortable. There's something tight around her neck. After a moment, Kate is soon scrambling to sit up, to stand up, to gain an idea of where she is. Lucifer's voice comes from somewhere. She's not sure where but it doesn't matter.

That's not what's important outside of knowing the general rules. Rules that, as they sink in, have Kate looking for the other person she's locked in with. Regardless of who it is, and what their connection may be, Kate isn't about to let anyone lose a limb for her.

"...No," she breathes out, eyes wide at the sight of her best friend. There's a brief beat, a slow exhale, and Kate is rushing to the axe. She is crawling on her hands and knees. America won't reach it. She won't let her.

Follow Me Down - Closed to Setsuna & Billy Butcher

The Butcher and The Hawk

Sure, it was dangerous. Kate was well aware of what waited in Club Penance's darker side. She needed it, though. Whether it was to feel something or feel nothing, it was the perfect place to be.

She doesn't think twice about wearing her mask and even less about the lingerie. Especially once she's had her fill of this and that on the darker side. Everything is warm and buzzing. Someone leans in close, says something in her ear, and Kate is happy to comply. Her arms drape against the shoulders of her partner, indulging in the closeness of another body.

"Trick or treat," she muses with a smirk.


In The Arms of an Angel

Though Kate is capable of removing her mask, she keeps it on. Even though people know who she is, she doesn't seem to care. Between the alcohol and the aphrodisiacs, she is chasing this feeling; this high, for as long as she can.

The scars from those games push her. She wants to forget the pain and the agony. She wants to forget what it was like to be blind. To be a victim; the very thing she never wanted to be again.

She leans to one side, head swimming and swirling, and finds comfort in the body beside her. Kate lets out a soft breath as she kisses their shoulder before biting lightly against their skin.

Wildcard/Misc.

[ Looking for something else with Kate? Would you like a prompt with her? Let me know! As always, feel free to use your preferred method of tagging. I will be glad to match! ]

In The Arms of an Angel

[failed_antichrist]

Wings, especially the size of the ones on Setsuna's back, are difficult to hide, so the demons had two choices with him - steer into the skid and do something with wings, or glamor them invisible. They opted for steering right into it. His wings didn't exactly curve the right way for it, but his mask had a black and orange around his mouth, but though there was an opening for his lips, to kiss, touch others, use his tongue.

There were white feathers at the top of it, and he was in very little beyond skin tight white cloth, with a tail of feathers above his butt.

He feels the tantalizing tingle of teeth on his bare shoulder, and Setsuna grins as he looks at the source. He can't see her face, but the curves look oddly familiar. Setsuna smiles.

"Hi there. You know, I hate coming to this place because a lot of bad stuff happens here. But this stuff is fun. I don't regret it. Not this time." Yes, he just babbles to anyone, even "strangers" in masks.

Henry Sturges | Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

[whichisit]

CW: Blood, Dub Con, Vampire Typical Violance, Sex, Blood Drinking, Blood Play

Henry every so often stops to check that the small silver cross is still around his neck. He's Grateful it's back; the hotel had done many horrible things to him, to the friends he made here. But having the cross vanish was awful; it really was all he had left of Edeva, this and his memories.

Even if the TVs are safe, Henry is still avoiding them, a little on edge from what he's done to Steven and Bucky. He's seriously hurt Steven, and that still had him unsettled. So he settles into Helluvacup to people-watch and read; the blood to drink here is also on the warmer side than what he gets at the club or the bar.

The cold doesn't bother Henry; it doesn't bother most of his kind; it's far better than the heat for him. What troubles him are the odd whispers and flashes behind the glamor over the hotel and showing the rotting husk. His mind wants to ignore it and give himself a break from the torment that's been going on.

Follow Me Down:
Prompt One:
Henry watches his clothes change with a soft sigh; he shouldn't want to lose himself tonight after what happened with the television sets. But the club is different, or it has been in the past. He tries to lift the mask to his forehead, but it's stuck in place. He passes one of the mirrors and looks his outfit over, and it's not one he minds too much. his fingers run around the gold details of the mask, the leather details of of the harness and shorts.

He watches a demon approach him with a tray; he picks up one of the glasses, and the blood is still warm. Tonight he's not going to question where it came from tonight.

Prompt Two:
Henry, as usual, can be found at the hotel bar, glass in hand, eyes tracking newcomers through the crowd of regulars. Tonight he's in the mood for a bit of fun and games and is lingering around the pool table.

Follow Me Down 2

[withmoreme]

Tony's been mingling around the hotel bar, too - and when he catches sight of Henry, he heads in the other man's direction - not quite beelining to him, but making his way purposefully.

"Fancy meeting you here," he quips with a smirk and a sip of his drink.

Saul Goodman | Breaking Bad | OTA

[justmakemoney]

Follow Me Down - II (light-ish better call saul spoilers in the linked video!)

[Saul is no stranger to the hotel bar. It's one of the places he frequents most, for both the whole alcohol aspect, and because if there's a good place to observe other people and possibly overhear information, or even just mess with people, it's the bar. It's always been that way in Albuquerque, in Cicero, and here is no different.

Well, there was one difference: he didn't have to trawl bars anymore for connections or targets before arriving here. In Hell, he doesn't quite have that same network, despite having been damned to the fire and brimstone for a little while now. It makes things difficult, for information gathering and if he needed a favor for a favor. It's not very comfortable, for a guy who has grown used to shielding himself in knowing guys who know other guys to take care of problems as a sort of armor.

Saul knows full well the quickest way to get people to talking is to make a scene, and as it so happens, making a scene is something he does best. Which is why he, totally sober thank you very much, has decided to take it upon himself to sing some karaoke. He's not good by any measure, but that hasn't ever stopped him. And if your eyes linger too long, there is a very high chance he might try to rope you into getting up and singing too. All in the name of networking.]

i had to

[sharktrash]

[ Unlike Saul, Squalo has definitely been drinking -- not that he's too out of sorts just yet, having a pretty good tolerance for all sorts of booze. He also just happens to be a guy who takes care of problems for other guys who pay, so there might indeed be a chance for networking here... But at what cost? ]

[ He seems to be getting rather into whatever Saul is singing at the moment -- mouthing the words along, though it's difficult to hear over the ruckus in the bar, and even raising a toast at him for some particularly heartwrenching high notes -- but as soon as he's making it onstage, it becomes very apparent that he is, in fact, worse. ]

[ Not only he appears completely tone-deaf, but his voice is exceptionally loud and scratchy. He's pretty much outright screaming into the microphone, and the speakers resonate with a loud, sad sounding high-pitched wail once or twice when he holds a particularly powerful note. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf | Critical Role

[spillthetealeaf]

[ Reach Up High; Spare A Pint ]

It was not the most pleasant way to wake up, wearing a collar with a command for self-sacrifice ringing in your ears from the man in charge. Molly sat up from his place on the floor and glanced around the room, spotting the other figure who hasn't yet begun to move. The room itself didn't look like much and it only took a moment for him to mutter 'fuck it' under his breath before going to check out the box placed at the center of the room. Clearly it was chosen as the centerpiece for whatever fuckery was going on, after all.

There isn't much point in hesitation as he looks at the nondescript outside of it, no real indications of what might be lurking within. Eventually throwing caution to the wind and reaching inside he hisses as something slices open the tip of his finger and he pulls back to examine the blood already oozing from the cut.

"Well, at least they made sure the blades aren't rusty..." He mutters, tail lashing behind him.

[ Stand Your Ground. ]

Anytime Molly heard instructions to not do something it made him feel a bit... ornery. Especially after spending over a week blind because someone had messed up the magic to remove the curse lingering from the previous month. Maybe it meant he was contrary but what was the harm in feeding some weird birds made out of bone?

So there he was, wrapped in his ridiculous bright coat with a handful of, well, of crumbled burnt pieces of bacon. There had been an incident with making breakfast and well, waste not, want not.

And Molly had never seen anything turn its nose up at a little bit of bacon. The skeleton birds certainly didn't seem to mind.

[flirtyfox]

"They do seem hungry, don't they?'

Never one to follow the rules, Sui has likewise fed them. If it was dangerous, they really should have told them the consequences. As it is, he assumes the poor animals are being tortured as they were.

The plan wasn't to stop and linger, but Molly catches the eye, and Sui has never hesitated to approach someone.

Daisy Johnson | Marvel TV: Agents of SHIELD

[agentskye]

Follow me down: Prompt I - Closed to Bucky Barnes

[ One could say that Daisy has picked the wrong time to enter the club, and it is definitely the wrong time to explore the part of Club Penance the sex demons call their own. Her mood is less dark than it was a few days prior, but she is still not back to her usual self, even after she has got some things off her chest and has undoubtedly been drinking too much. As a result, she doesn't see much wrong with just playing along, which leads to her donning an outfit that doubles as lingerie and a costume that is more befitting of an early Halloween party. The blood-red cape covers her back from shoulders down to her calves, grazing her white heeled boots and her legs that look long and firm covered as they are in lacy white stay-ups. Open at the front the cape reveals the ruffled panties and lace bodice, both white and untainted. Since she never wears white usually, it adds to the feeling of being someone else now, something that she discovers is fun and easy and good, so she decides to just enjoy it as long as it lasts. Her face is covered in a half-mask that matches her cape, while her hair is hidden by her hood, obscuring her identity further as she sits down at one of the tables, half-lounging on one of the sofas to have a drink. ]

[endofcompliance]

[Some of the demons remember when Bucky was in Mercy, the Hell hospital, and was given body parts to be partial husky. As such, they think it funny, and befitting, to force him to dress up with a tail, ears, shoes with clawed furry paws and wolf-like mask (complete with fake whiskers) when he dares to enter the club.]

[They don't even allow him have a shirt for the outfit, and while they give him long, furry gloves to cover his arms, metal flashes are still visible on the left side, especially around his shoulder, so he is still easy to recognize despite the furry mask on his face. Daisy, however, he doesn't recognize by sight, not with the mask on. He still finds himself drawn to the hooded figure. Big bad wolf and little red riding hood, right? Like they're supposed to go together.]

[He approaches, carefully, and stops in front of her sofa.] Could I join you?