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TEST DRIVE MEME #40
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 cruise ship.
The demon stationed outsid the entrance 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 ways to spend their time while they reach new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground The Penance Community is gone. Lilith made the tough call to abandon the community and urged sinners to save both Lucifer and Barbas along the way. Everyone who arrives will appear on the ship itself after stepping through the door, regardless of where it is in the waters. There may be a bit of disorientation at first, having to travel what may be a fair distance and the residual magic of Lilith’s touch, but it will fade quickly. Don’t worry, sinners!
They are safe on the waters. The icy, icy waters that appear as if they shouldn't be navigable at all. That's possibly a bit concerning, isn't it? There's also snow falling from the skies and frozen spirits that desperately scratch at the sides of the ship to climb aboard. They're used to the boiling waters of blood, not ice. Listen carefully, you can hear their whispers of confusion and desperation. "Why is it so cold?" they ask. "We hurt!" they howl. The staff busying themselves around the ship insist it's best to not concern oneself with it too much. It's like a vacation for them, really. Best worry about yourself.
Blankets are available on request, as well as warm clothes. Not all of these items will be... modern, maybe, but they will at least keep you warm. Hot chocolate, teas, and coffees are also being handed out freely by staff in an attempt to combat the freezing temperatures.
Lucifer may be spotted around the ship, looking rather wary but up and about again at least. He's quick to reassure everyone that Mammon will be giving them aid again and that they're heading to some absolutely beautiful lands. Perhaps sinners who are familiar with them will give them a recount of what it was truly like from the last visit.
The Voyage The large luxury ship is painted a rather ominous black, giving it an intimidating feel on the outside. Once boarded, sinners will see that this initial feeling is likely unfounded. There are plenty of luxuries anyone could want, including a pool, a hot tub, and plenty of tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas provided free of charge. And that's just the deck! Bedrooms range from four person units, three person units, to couples' beds for those who wish to continue their matrimony (or who would rather avoid the hassle of potentially being paired with someone entirely new for the time being).
Not only that, but there's plenty of festive decorations saved from the hotel! Ranging from Jack O'Lanterns to spooky fake skeletons to inflatable witches, and anything in between. Just because tragedy has struck doesn't mean that the holiday spirit has disappeared! People need something to keep them distracted now, more than ever. The staff is happy to (try to) provide this.
There's also a grand bar that provides plenty of cider, mead, and ale, whiskeys from Mammon's own personal stock. These drinks range in strength and may land even the most resilient on the ground after a few sips if one isn't careful! Additionally, the drinks seem to inspire a feel good mood and chase away the dourness that seems to have settled over those in the Penance community. There's constant music playing that may inspire those around to dance, as well as rather hungry incubi and succubi wandering around. They seem eager to please in any and all ways and, like in Penance, give off a natural aphrodisiac that smells sweet to the senses.
There's also a theatre for those who may prefer to watch some festive movies (Enjoy this! There won't be any such things once sinners arrive in Mammon's domain!), an arcade for the younger crowd, and a lovely spa with saunas, massages, and any other way to treat oneself. Happy endings may be included.
The kitchens are always open and offer an array of decadent desserts, meats, vegetables, and anything else one could want. No request is too much! And don't worry, nothing is drugged or of questionable quality or origin (that one would recognize).
Reach Up High There are two methods for earning a sin removal this time around, and none of them are painful! Very painful, at the very least.
The first option is to find a way to warm the spirits who enter the ship, whether this means cuddling the spirits and sacrificing your own warmth, or finding alternative means by wrapping them in blankets or offering them warm drinks while they have the energy to make themselves solid enough to hold items. Showing kindness to those damned to eternal suffering will certainly earn some points with God.
The second option involves volunteering to watch Barbas from his cage in the lower decks of the Hell ship. Bonus points for maintaining patience and kindness even with one of Hell’s least favorite Lords.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I Lucifer is asking all sinners and demons alike to give something valuable (whether it's valuable in an actual monetary sense or just to the owner) to present to Mammon as a gift. They need to sway his favor back towards them, Lucifer insists, and gifts are the way to go. Mammon functions on greed and a love of all things unique. Items can be listed here. Those who are generous may receive special favor once they reach Mammon's lands, either in the form of special dinners, pampering, or more comfortable rooms, etc.
The second request is to kidnap the spirits climbing aboard and seeking warmth. While these guys just want to cuddle a bit or curl up next to the fires to try to chase the cold that somehow penetrates even their undead, incorporeal forms, they’re also a precious source of energy that Mammon will appreciate. While sinners are allowed to show kindness towards the spirits (much to the dismay of the staff), they will also be given bottles to capture them, also as gifts to bestow upon Mammon.
Please note that doing either of these will result in the sin of bribery and potentially betrayal being added to your list of sins.
Prompt II WARNINGS: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, body transformations, drug use, alcohol
That isn't the end of the festivities either! Not at all. The demonic staff has orchestrated a bit of fun to distract from the cold and sense of impending doom hanging in the air by way of trick or treating. Sinners will be grabbed up by eager demons and led cabin to cabin to trick or treat. Those answering the door may choose either option! Treats may be in the form of candy, booze, or other trinkets or whatever one may consider a 'treat', and if a trick is chosen? Well, if you've just set yourself up for a little bit of a prank, haven't you? Good luck trying to figure out ways to appease the eager demons wanting a show! They just want to know they're appreciated, you know. Things have been rough.
For those who aren't terribly interested in any such thing, the staff has also decided on the perfect way to deal with any residual ghost trauma... which is telling ghost stories, of course. On the deck, there's been a special place set up with a fire pit (don't worry, it's being carefully watched! Last thing they need is a fire on the ship...) and blankets. There's also an array of food and drink while the goblins formerly of the library urge sinners to gather around for some story time. Sinners may listen to the goblins or share their own encounters with the spirits.
While they hardly managed to save much in the way of costumes, there's even an impromptu costume competition going on for those who may wish to try to piece together something from what odds and ends did make it to the ship. Voting will be done via sinners and rewards will be in the form of candies. Actual candy, don't worry! The barista from Helluvacup will also be out and about with Bean to spread cheer in the form of Halloween themed pastries and coffees with little spiders drawn in the foam (that may or may not look like spiders. Don't criticize him! Bean will protect his master with lovely disease-ridden bites.)
Of course, for all the well-intentioned shenanigans of the staff, the succubi and incubi are adding their own twist to things. Some have decided to taint the chocolates to add additional energy in the air. Once again, the sex demons feel as if they're famished with the lack of energy and they're doing their best to makeup for it... whether the sinners are aware of it or not. These chocolates the devilish incubi and succubi pass out will have a multitude of effects:
In addition, the sex demons will urge sinners in keeping each other warm in any sense of the word. What better ways than sharing some body heat? Or maybe adding a bit of candleplay to the mix...
If none of that tickles your fancy, there are also a wealth of drugs available to partake in, as well as a fight night happening below deck on one of the lower levels. Fights are carried out among sinners and demons alike, with plenty of help standing by to patch those injured up. Those partaking in either watching or actively participating may swap sins as bets, or anything else they may be willing to risk losing.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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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 cruise ship.
The demon stationed outsid the entrance 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 ways to spend their time while they reach new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground The Penance Community is gone. Lilith made the tough call to abandon the community and urged sinners to save both Lucifer and Barbas along the way. Everyone who arrives will appear on the ship itself after stepping through the door, regardless of where it is in the waters. There may be a bit of disorientation at first, having to travel what may be a fair distance and the residual magic of Lilith’s touch, but it will fade quickly. Don’t worry, sinners!
They are safe on the waters. The icy, icy waters that appear as if they shouldn't be navigable at all. That's possibly a bit concerning, isn't it? There's also snow falling from the skies and frozen spirits that desperately scratch at the sides of the ship to climb aboard. They're used to the boiling waters of blood, not ice. Listen carefully, you can hear their whispers of confusion and desperation. "Why is it so cold?" they ask. "We hurt!" they howl. The staff busying themselves around the ship insist it's best to not concern oneself with it too much. It's like a vacation for them, really. Best worry about yourself.
Blankets are available on request, as well as warm clothes. Not all of these items will be... modern, maybe, but they will at least keep you warm. Hot chocolate, teas, and coffees are also being handed out freely by staff in an attempt to combat the freezing temperatures.
Lucifer may be spotted around the ship, looking rather wary but up and about again at least. He's quick to reassure everyone that Mammon will be giving them aid again and that they're heading to some absolutely beautiful lands. Perhaps sinners who are familiar with them will give them a recount of what it was truly like from the last visit.
The Voyage The large luxury ship is painted a rather ominous black, giving it an intimidating feel on the outside. Once boarded, sinners will see that this initial feeling is likely unfounded. There are plenty of luxuries anyone could want, including a pool, a hot tub, and plenty of tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas provided free of charge. And that's just the deck! Bedrooms range from four person units, three person units, to couples' beds for those who wish to continue their matrimony (or who would rather avoid the hassle of potentially being paired with someone entirely new for the time being).
Not only that, but there's plenty of festive decorations saved from the hotel! Ranging from Jack O'Lanterns to spooky fake skeletons to inflatable witches, and anything in between. Just because tragedy has struck doesn't mean that the holiday spirit has disappeared! People need something to keep them distracted now, more than ever. The staff is happy to (try to) provide this.
There's also a grand bar that provides plenty of cider, mead, and ale, whiskeys from Mammon's own personal stock. These drinks range in strength and may land even the most resilient on the ground after a few sips if one isn't careful! Additionally, the drinks seem to inspire a feel good mood and chase away the dourness that seems to have settled over those in the Penance community. There's constant music playing that may inspire those around to dance, as well as rather hungry incubi and succubi wandering around. They seem eager to please in any and all ways and, like in Penance, give off a natural aphrodisiac that smells sweet to the senses.
There's also a theatre for those who may prefer to watch some festive movies (Enjoy this! There won't be any such things once sinners arrive in Mammon's domain!), an arcade for the younger crowd, and a lovely spa with saunas, massages, and any other way to treat oneself. Happy endings may be included.
The kitchens are always open and offer an array of decadent desserts, meats, vegetables, and anything else one could want. No request is too much! And don't worry, nothing is drugged or of questionable quality or origin (that one would recognize).
Reach Up High There are two methods for earning a sin removal this time around, and none of them are painful! Very painful, at the very least.
The first option is to find a way to warm the spirits who enter the ship, whether this means cuddling the spirits and sacrificing your own warmth, or finding alternative means by wrapping them in blankets or offering them warm drinks while they have the energy to make themselves solid enough to hold items. Showing kindness to those damned to eternal suffering will certainly earn some points with God.
The second option involves volunteering to watch Barbas from his cage in the lower decks of the Hell ship. Bonus points for maintaining patience and kindness even with one of Hell’s least favorite Lords.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I Lucifer is asking all sinners and demons alike to give something valuable (whether it's valuable in an actual monetary sense or just to the owner) to present to Mammon as a gift. They need to sway his favor back towards them, Lucifer insists, and gifts are the way to go. Mammon functions on greed and a love of all things unique. Items can be listed here. Those who are generous may receive special favor once they reach Mammon's lands, either in the form of special dinners, pampering, or more comfortable rooms, etc.
The second request is to kidnap the spirits climbing aboard and seeking warmth. While these guys just want to cuddle a bit or curl up next to the fires to try to chase the cold that somehow penetrates even their undead, incorporeal forms, they’re also a precious source of energy that Mammon will appreciate. While sinners are allowed to show kindness towards the spirits (much to the dismay of the staff), they will also be given bottles to capture them, also as gifts to bestow upon Mammon.
Please note that doing either of these will result in the sin of bribery and potentially betrayal being added to your list of sins.
Prompt II WARNINGS: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, body transformations, drug use, alcohol
That isn't the end of the festivities either! Not at all. The demonic staff has orchestrated a bit of fun to distract from the cold and sense of impending doom hanging in the air by way of trick or treating. Sinners will be grabbed up by eager demons and led cabin to cabin to trick or treat. Those answering the door may choose either option! Treats may be in the form of candy, booze, or other trinkets or whatever one may consider a 'treat', and if a trick is chosen? Well, if you've just set yourself up for a little bit of a prank, haven't you? Good luck trying to figure out ways to appease the eager demons wanting a show! They just want to know they're appreciated, you know. Things have been rough.
For those who aren't terribly interested in any such thing, the staff has also decided on the perfect way to deal with any residual ghost trauma... which is telling ghost stories, of course. On the deck, there's been a special place set up with a fire pit (don't worry, it's being carefully watched! Last thing they need is a fire on the ship...) and blankets. There's also an array of food and drink while the goblins formerly of the library urge sinners to gather around for some story time. Sinners may listen to the goblins or share their own encounters with the spirits.
While they hardly managed to save much in the way of costumes, there's even an impromptu costume competition going on for those who may wish to try to piece together something from what odds and ends did make it to the ship. Voting will be done via sinners and rewards will be in the form of candies. Actual candy, don't worry! The barista from Helluvacup will also be out and about with Bean to spread cheer in the form of Halloween themed pastries and coffees with little spiders drawn in the foam (that may or may not look like spiders. Don't criticize him! Bean will protect his master with lovely disease-ridden bites.)
Of course, for all the well-intentioned shenanigans of the staff, the succubi and incubi are adding their own twist to things. Some have decided to taint the chocolates to add additional energy in the air. Once again, the sex demons feel as if they're famished with the lack of energy and they're doing their best to makeup for it... whether the sinners are aware of it or not. These chocolates the devilish incubi and succubi pass out will have a multitude of effects:
Milk Chocolate - inspires lust so strong, one cannot control it. It may lead to begging or public displays of self-pleasure.At least the succubi and incubi are being cordial enough to lead sinners off to a private area of the ship they've filled with plush cushions and bedding for the fun... mostly.
Dark Chocolate - inspires the urge to dominate and aggression. It's time to take control and take what you want.
Chocolate covered cherries - inspire the urge to be submissive and the urge to please those around, in multiples if possible.
Chocolates filled with liqueurs - Inspires loose lips. Suddenly, the most appalling filth will be falling from your lips, every filthy desire there that you've kept hidden is now out in the open. How will others react?
Mint chocolate - May inspire transformations. Whether this is of the animalistic variety or sex, it is entirely up in the air. All of these effects can absolutely be mixed. Take as many chocolates as you like!
In addition, the sex demons will urge sinners in keeping each other warm in any sense of the word. What better ways than sharing some body heat? Or maybe adding a bit of candleplay to the mix...
If none of that tickles your fancy, there are also a wealth of drugs available to partake in, as well as a fight night happening below deck on one of the lower levels. Fights are carried out among sinners and demons alike, with plenty of help standing by to patch those injured up. Those partaking in either watching or actively participating may swap sins as bets, or anything else they may be willing to risk losing.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
Rules | Taken | Reserves | Applications
Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
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Anyway, Jesse's not the first person to be unnerved by Lalo, and he's right to be wary. The darkness around him is palpable but hard to pin down, rolling off of him in unsettling waves. Maybe it's that the smiles only go all the way up to his eyes sometimes and when they do, that's unnerving on its own.
Maybe it's the fluidity of his movements and his mannerisms, like someone so glib in his behavior might not take anything seriously.
Maybe it's just that his friendliness feels more like an approximation than the real thing. Who can say.
He does genuinely consider what Jesse is saying and he has to admit to himself: it does make some sort of logical sense, even if Lalo suspects that it might not be Jesse's whole reason for not wanting to partake. ]
You've thought about this a lot. [ Chuckles. ] Let me ask you another question. Did you always spend this much time waiting for the other shoe to drop when you were alive? Or has this place been less than kind to you?
[ He figures the answer could go either way. When Jesse says he wants the bottle to stay empty, Lalo just shrugs. ] Suit yourself! [ There are fights worth picking and fights not worth picking. This isn't a fight worth picking. ] If that's the case, though, I'll give you some advice. Stop trying to give it away. Nobody who's willing to take it from you is going to keep it empty. That, I can promise you.
[ He looks down at the bottle containing the miserable, trapped spirit with curiosity and interest, but not real sympathy. Then he turns back to Jesse. For a moment, when he was giving advice, he'd reverted to a bit more normal demeanor, but now the creepy smile is back. ]
So how about you show a new guy around then? It's getting kind of cold up here anyway, don't you think?
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Right now, though, Jesse's focus is more on reading this guy than it is on being careful about how he's portraying himself. ]
I don't know. What difference does it make what I did when I was alive? I'm here now. So. Obviously nothin' good. Let's just say I had the warm welcome of being whisked away to Mercy Hospital when I first got here six months back. Don't let the name fool you, either. Not much healing goes on there. Mostly experiments on Sinners.
[ It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. He'd been shot up with various drugs that had ranging effects and he'd had his molars ripped out with no anesthetic. He'd rather not relive any of that, so he doesn't go into detail. ]
Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should just hang on to this one.
[ Jesse makes a point of pocketing the still empty bottle. Maybe he'll find something else to put in it besides an unwitting soul. Maybe Mammon will appreciate the creativity; who knows? Not that Jesse feels a particular need to suck up to any of these Hell Lords. Mainly he just wants to lay low and avoid bringing too much attention to himself. That seems like the safest route, anyway.
He notes the way that Lalo looks at his own glass bottle, inspecting the trapped spirit. Jesse feels anger twist in his chest like a knife. He wants to grab it right out of the guy's hands and uncork it. Or maybe jostle him 'accidentally on purpose' and make the thing break. He's well aware that he'd get away with neither, but that doesn't suppress the urge. Jesse's eyes flick back up to Lalo's face when he speaks again. There's a pause before he nods. ]
Yeah, why not? I haven't exactly been on the ship for too much longer than you. Before, we were in a place called Penance. An island with this huge, old hotel. But things went to shit there, so everyone was loaded up on this ship. Every so often we pick up some new Sinners. Anyway, yeah. Where to first? There's a bar if you're itchin' for a drink...
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For Lalo, all information is useful information. What Jesse is telling him is as good a place to start building his knowledge as any.
Of course, when Jesse suggests a drink, the thoughtful expression fades and the smile comes back into its place. ]
That sounds lovely. Would you believe that I've always said talking over drinks is one of the best ways to make new friends? [ The smile doesn't disappear but it fades a little, into something about as genuine as Lalo is capable of. He's not lying about that; he really does think that. It's true, in his experience, after all. It's not even about getting drunk, really. Or at least not completely. Something about the atmosphere of bars, especially late at night, just gets people talking. Sharing secrets. Opening up.
Weird that they'd have a bar in Hell, but hey. It's also weird they'd have a cruise ship, when he thinks about it! Why look a gift horse in the mouth? ]
[ Lalo slides his own bottle, spirit inside, into the pocket of the green jacket he's wearing, seemingly without a thought for the soul trapped inside.
Then he extends a hand for Jesse to shake, if Jesse's willing to take it. ]
How rude of me not to have introduced myself earlier. My name is Jorge DeGuzman. [ Hey, can't be too careful. He has no idea who this guy is, after all, where he's from or what he's capable of. Besides, this is an absolutely ironclad alias that will surely hold up forever and ever and ever and NOT immediately fall apart within days if not hours. Just like it was on Earth the first time. Of course. ] And you are...?
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Oh--I'm Jesse. Jesse, uh...Jackson.
[ It was the first thing that popped into his head and, yeah, the name he'd written on his lease back in Albuquerque when he'd first moved into that little duplex apartment. No, he doesn't realize the hilariousness of the alias he's chosen. Might as well have introduced himself as George Bush or Charlie Chaplain. At least he didn't lie about his first name, though, which makes things that much easier. It's not like Pinkman is a household name or anything, but this Jorge doesn't outwardly appear to be from a wildly different world or time-period, so he's better off playing it safe. Besides, something about him kind of gives him the creeps. He's not about to make that public knowledge, though, so, against his better judgment, he reaches out with his tattooed hand to shake Jorge's, making sure he's got a firm grip when he does. ]
Bar's this way.
[ Jesse tips his head towards the door that leads inside and he heads down the hallway and then down the stairs. Music, once faint, grows louder as they get closer to the bar. It's not obnoxiously loud, but enough so to draw in patrons. ]
So...what's your poison?
[ A lot can actually be said about a person depending on what they decide to order to drink, particularly around new company. Some prefer to keep things light and sippable, but others are less cautious and go straight for the hard stuff. He's curious what this guy'll choose. ]
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[ He seems amused. He believes Jesse's lie; he has no reason not to. But unlike Jesse, despite living most of his life in Mexico, he's keyed in enough to world events and pop culture for the name to ring a bell. But 'Jackson' and 'Jesse' are both common enough names that for now, he doesn't suspect anything.
He notes the firmness of Jesse's shake with interest and mild approval, as well as the tattoos on his arms. Like Jesse, Lalo also has a firm, steady grip and although he's sometimes been known to make handshakes deliberately painful to make a point, he really has no reason to do that here with this guy. Besides, he needs friends in Hell. Or at least contacts, anyway, if not actual "friends". So the handshake he gives Jesse is firm, steady, but loose enough not to squeeze or hurt.
Once they arrive at the bar, Lalo slides into one of the seats and gestures for Jesse to join him. He hums along with the music a little as he actually thinks about the question, and answers it seriously. ]
Well, that depends, doesn't it? After all, it would be boring to drink the same thing all the time. [ He shrugs. ] A nice red with dinner or a vodka martini for after. [ Shaken, not stirred, with an olive--- naturally. ] Modelo Especial for a casual night playing cards with friends, a nice aged bourbon for a special celebration. What about you?
[ Inspiration strikes. ]
Hey, tell you what. You tell me a little bit about yourself--- what food you like, where you're from, what you did for a living before you came here, your favorite color, just whatever you're comfortable telling me and I'll make you something. Custom, just for you. What do you say, Mr. Jackson?
[ Truthfully, Lalo is more of a cook than a mixologist, but he knows enough rudimentary things to play bartender. ]
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Jesse sits down when Lalo gestures, raising a brow slightly as the other speaks. ]
Yeah. I meant tonight. Not, like, what you always order or whatever. It depends for me, too. Same for everyone, I guess.
[ But then Lalo goes off asking for more personal information and for a moment, Jesse's a little taken aback. Favorite color? What is this, kindergarten? Get To Know Your Classmates on the first day type shit? He keeps that thought to himself, though, knowing better than to mouth off to an (almost) stranger. Not that he'd be afraid to, necessarily, but Lalo isn't exactly easy to read and there's no reason he can think of to make any enemies around here. Being in Hell and dealing with everything that's thrown at the sinners on a regular basis is more than enough. ]
Uh, Jesse's fine. Mr. Jackson's like...my dad.
[ It's not, really, but it does feel a little formal for the occasion. Or any occasion. He's still young; in his mid-twenties, and being called 'Mr.' Anything feels weird. ]
I'm from New Mexico so, uh, naturally red and green chili is bomb. Tacos, pizza...Funyuns are a staple. Those knock-off Pop-Tarts from, like, Canada or whatever? So good. Huevos Rancheros. To be honest, though, I was busy a lot so, like, frozen stuff I could heat up, sandwiches, and, like, junk food were mostly what I ate.
[ Jesse rambles for a little and then tries not to tense up visibly when he's asked what he did for a living. ]
I was in sales. [ He notably moves on quickly from that fact. ] Used to draw a lot but kinda fell out of that. But, like, that's what I woulda liked to do for a living. Somethin' with art, y'know? Maybe, like, a Comic Book Artist. I don't really have a favorite color. Maybe red or yellow? I dunno. Somethin' bright. What about you? What'd you do before...this?
[ A beat. ]
Can you really make a drink just from all that?
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Microwave dinners? Pop Tarts? Funyuns? That's the most depressing shit he's heard all day and they're in Hell! Maybe he should've offered to make this kid real food instead of a drink, but they're at the bar now and Lalo always stays his course.
But the annoyed expression doesn't last. Without immediately responding to Jesse's question, he hops over the bar and starts rummaging around. Then he starts to speak, humming cheerfully as he pushes bottles and glasses around, looking for something that might work. ]
You can always give me more to work with if you want to tell me more. The more I have to work with, the easier it is. [ He shrugs. ] But that's up to you. People are so mistrusting of strangers here. [ Well, they are in Hell, Lalo. He picks up a mug and ponders it. Thinking. Considering. ] But as for me--- it seems we have similar career paths. I was in sales, too. Marketing, specifically. It was a family business, so I came up into it. [ Also, technically, not a lie. Mostly. ]
[ He turns to face Jesse, having some idea now of where he's going with this. ] Funny you should mention New Mexico. The last thing I remember before I found myself here, I was in New Mexico on business. Albuquerque, specifically. But my true home is a little town in Chihuahua, Mexico. Ever been? More forests than anywhere else in Mexico, if you can believe it.
[ It's cold and this kid's from the desert. So... maybe something warm? Hot, even. Hm.
Lalo sets a few liquor bottles on the counter and then, on a hunch, grabs for the coffee pot.
He pours coffee into each mug, carefully, the white steam dancing and bending as it extends towards the ceiling but fades completely before it gets all the way up. ]
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Coffee, huh? What're you makin' irish coffees or?
[ Jesse's not really up to speed with bartender-speak. Afterall, when he'd been in the strip club with Combo and Skinny Pete, he'd known to order fancy champagne with the skinny glasses, but he still mispronounced the name and didn't know anything else, really. Maybe that's how he'd gotten so close to spending all of Mr. White's money that night. It's a wonder Combo was even there to save him with his Mom's RV. Even in spite of everything. Even since. The thought twists a knot of guilt into Jesse's stomach, but he tries to smile though the discomfort. ]
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Something like that.
[ Hey, he told Jesse he'd make something custom, and he's going to! So no, not an Irish coffee exactly, but in the same family, so to speak.
Coffee. Marshmallow-flavored vodka. Creme de cacao. Whipped cream. Chocolate shavings.
And a graham cracker sticking out the edge, floating in the coffee.
As Lalo shoves one towards Jesse, there's a light scraping sound as it brushes against the bar in its path towards him.
The slightly smarmy grin returns. If his gut instinct is right, Jesse'll probably like something sweet, warm and easy to drink. ]
Try that.
[ Of course, he notices the track marks. And of course, he says nothing about them yet. But he files that detail away in the back of his mind for later. Of course Jesse doesn't look like someone most people would peg as a junkie at first glance, but then again, Lalo knows better than to think it's ever always just the first people you'd peg.
As anything, really. Not just drug addicts. ]
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You sure you were in marketing and not, like, a bartender? This shit looks...
[ Jesse doesnt bother finishing the sentence, but the look of wonder on his face speaks for him. It's almost too pretty to drink. He doesn't want to ruin the perfect tower of whipped cream dusted with tiny curls of shaved chocolate. There's no such thing as instagram in Hell, though, so he decides he'd better go in for a sip. He does it carefully because, yeah, hot coffee and all, and comes up with whipped cream clinging to the stubble above his upper lip. There's a moment of licking over his lips and savoring the flavor before his blue eyes light up. ]
Damn, yo! That's like...all gourmet and shit! Hell yeah!
[ He even reaches across the bar, hand held high for a high-five. Jesse's one of the few people his age who doesn't think it's cringe to get excited about stuff and show it. ]
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No, no, no. Not a professional. Definitely in marketing. [ He laughs and shakes his head. ] Ah, what can I say? Trust me, this is just a hobby of mine. And if you think this is good, you should try my cooking. Drive you loco, if I do say so myself.
[ Lalo winks. No he's not bashful at all, why do you ask? He knows his talents and sees no reason to feign modesty. But he's genuinely pleased to be recognized all the same, genuinely happy that Jesse likes his creation.
And when Jesse offers him a high five... well, he's a man after Lalo's own heart. Lalo grins widely and high-fives him back with just as much glee and enough force for the sound of skin slapping against skin to ring out surprisingly loudly.
Sure, maybe Lalo's a little more refined than Jesse-- or a lot more-- but it's so rare to find people who take the same unbridled excitement and enjoyment from life that he does. But life is for living, Lalo thinks. When your time could be up at any moment, why waste a single second not having fun when you could be happy instead?
Right then and there, Lalo decides he likes Jesse. Although Saul could probably tell him that Lalo liking you doesn't always lead anywhere good. ]
Hey, hey, now. [ Lalo laughs like he's embarrassed, but he isn't. It's obvious from his posture and the twinkle in his eyes he's eating up Jesse's reaction, the enthusiasm even more than the praise itself. ] "Gourmet" might be a bit of a stretch, eh? Save that for the professionals. Like I said-- just a hobby. But I am glad you like it, Jesse.
Tell you what, any time you want--- I'd be happy to teach you how to mix drinks yourself. I can tell you would be good at it, and we can get to know each other better. [ He grins again, and takes a sip from his own mug.
Damn, Jesse's right. Lalo is good at this. ]