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TEST DRIVE MEME #4


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.


Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?


FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, 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 will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also 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, if you're in a gambling mood. 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, right?



Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
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deaddrop: (pic#13351845)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-04 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, have we..." She comes close to saying met, because the recognition on his face is so clear, because the way he carries himself and the look in his eyes is so much like someone she knows well. Natasha shakes her head slightly. "You know me."

That's not a question.
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[personal profile] hiddenobjective 2019-08-04 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Mitsuhide. Alright.

[He fights a bit to repeat the name exactly as he'd heard it, his Russian accent which he'd managed to keep well hidden until this moment suddenly coming out just a bit.

He raises an eyebrow at the request but can't think of any reason to deny it.]


Hmm, okay. I wouldn't think engraving a moving target would be too easy anyway. Not if you want anything legible. [He straightens up, spinning the knife in his hand impatiently.] You have any idea what their 'encouragement' might en-Ah! Blyat*!

[Unfortunately, wearing the spacesuit meant his clothing was all one piece, but he doesn't even hesitate to undo the front of it in order to pull his left arm out of the suit to see what had just caused the sudden jolt of pain in his arm. He blinks at the streak of smeared blood from an inexplicable cut on his forearm.] The fuck?
deaddrop: (pic#13347574)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-04 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Madonna, huh? Really? I seem like a Madonna kind of girl to you." She laughs herself, her offense largely mock. Her brows go up and she takes another drink. "I can take that as a first offer and negotiate from there, but if you think I do a good Madonna this might take a few counter offers before we come to an agreement."
noassgardian: (b | sweet smile)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-08-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
This is clumsy and awkward, but-- Billy is used to that. He can work with that. His hand slides down over Frank's after a moment and he takes the opportunity to slide in closer, lean in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"Then you want to make this a little more private, grab a room somewhere?"
deaddrop: (midia midas)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-04 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Bullets would be ideal, but Natasha keeps that fact to herself. Any weapon, really.]

A better phone would be a nice start. Stereo. Clothes. But mostly, I figure I'll know something's useful when I see it.
noassgardian: (w | uncertain)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-08-04 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
His hand tightens into a fist as the other carves, but-- otherwise, he at least manages to keep quiet and still.

"Still-- better than the carnival, I guess."
bountyhead: — ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛ. DO NOT TAKE. ([worried] #002)

[personal profile] bountyhead 2019-08-04 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Faye picks up on the shift in his tone and it draws her attention back, her face now less pinched as it softens with a hint of compassion. She taps her cigarette to rid the excess ash and thinks for a moment.

"Well, it's definitely not everything you'd imagine Hell to be," she starts with. There was decently furnished rooms everyone stayed in. That wasn't something she expected. Food, although questionable at times. Tailored clothing. Endless opportunities to indulge in every sort of vice there was without much of a backlash -- though it wasn't always like that but just frequent enough.

She continues. "Outside of redemption, Lucifer rewards those that endure whatever latest punishment he has in store, or volunteers to work with him or do something for him." Faye has yet to participate in any punishment, let alone worked on her redemption, and has avoided dealing with the devil man altogether.


"In between those moments there'll be parties, and endless booze, and drugs, and sex. Everything that could tempt someone." Like everyone, she's done some things she's not happy about and that still loiter in the corners of her mind. A mental shrug retains her focus. "But there's always a catch. You got it? Don't let yourself get too carried away by any of it." Or completely give in to absolute pleasure. She's not his mom.

Lastly, she adds, "Be especially weary of what you ingest." Because then you'll end up having sex with people you never planned to screw in the first place. She takes a long drag off her cigarette and looks back at the creatures wandering the hall.
noassgardian: (w | uncertain)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-08-04 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
This is definitely a thing. Billy tries to keep himself busy, focusing what he's doing with his hands as he listens to Cain talk, rolling it over in his head.

"Sorry... that's not exactly a pleasant last memory to bring with you here." He does mean that, too, and it isn't just whatever potion he had doing the talking.

"I remember... going to sleep next to my then-boyfriend. Pretty sure he didn't kill me though. Then I woke up here after a messed up dream with a list of my sins."
compelledtoprotect: (such innocent innocence)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-04 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve's eyes lit up and his hands tightened a little on James' hips. Going back to the man's room? That would be . . . And a gift? A gift? Really?!]


You got me something? You didn't have to do that James. I still have the journal you gave me, and I love it. You didn't have to get me something else.


[He hadn't written in the book yet of course. He might never do so as a matter of fact. He was worried that he'd ruin it, but he didn't want to admit that to James. Steve just smiled at James for a long moment before his curiosity got the better of him.]


. . . what is it you got me?
silverkitsune: (the doctor tells me)

[personal profile] silverkitsune 2019-08-04 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite the request to be left in peace to examine the torture equipment, Mitsuhide has no real intention of letting Cain completely out of his sight--it's just not very smart, and it's not the way he operates. He keeps the younger man in the corner of his vision as he starts to turn, making a show of investigating some bit of equipment or other, which means he notices the physical reaction as soon as Cain lets out what he can only imagine to be some sort of curse.

Not that he's jumping right to the man's aid, mind.

He turns back toward Cain, watching with a mild sort of interest and a fixed smile as the suit comes undone and a bloody arm appears.]


Mm, fumbling those knives already? Perhaps I needn't worry so much about watching my back after all. You seem to be more of a danger to yourself at the moment.
silverkitsune: (leaning over you here)

[personal profile] silverkitsune 2019-08-04 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite some of the terminology being unfamiliar Mitsuhide nods along with her explanation, watching the game progress as she speaks. It's not especially hard to follow. Particularly when one is highly skilled at other forms of card games.]

I see. Not so different than the games I'm used to, then, although the cards have different faces.

[After a moment more of watching the game he looks over at the stranger with a smile.]

And the stakes are articles of clothing, I take it?

[Just because he's more interested in the mechanics of the game than the stripping going on, doesn't mean he didn't notice.]
nonsuperhero: (listening)

[personal profile] nonsuperhero 2019-08-04 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't know me."

Neither is that.

If she was just pretending—which he wouldn't blame, there could be any number of reasons—didn't matter how good she was: he'd know the difference.

Oh right. Hell.

(…is other people. But it could equally be the lack of other people. One way or another.)

Pushing down the hurt in his chest, Clint figured he'd try a memory jog. Would be far from the first time one or both of them had had their brains messed with. And the emotional connection had been able to overcome that in the past.* "Don't blame you. Who wants it to get out that they defected over an Iowan?"
nonsuperhero: (down)

//insensitive self-deprecation, not judgment on circusfolk//

[personal profile] nonsuperhero 2019-08-04 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Clint snorted quietly. "Also an ex-con. And a circus act. Shouldn't be surprised, really. Never figured the afterlife to be fair, anyway. Life isn't.

"Anyone else we know here?"
savedbyasong: (confused look)

[personal profile] savedbyasong 2019-08-04 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
The blood wells up and with it pain. Shion watches it, red against his skin before his eyes flick back up to the other boy's. It hurts but it's not the worst pain he's ever been in. Nezumi would be angry perhaps, your blood is your own. But Nezumi is not here, this is better than Shion hurting someone else. Perhaps that is selfish of him but this boy doesn't seem to be upset, doesn't seem to be panicked at the thought of hurting another.

He glances down again at the letters. He can't read them, he vaguely recognises them. Letters from an ancient language, a writing system not used in No.6? Earlier though the boy had said he was planning on writing in Cyrillic. The name of the language perhaps.

"What... What does it say?"

Curiosity is pushing past fear, he's interested. New knowledge is new knowledge even when it is literally being carved into your skin.
invicto: (one)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-08-04 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It's nothing much. [ He shrugged nonchalantly, adding before Steve started thinking too much of it. ] It was just something I found down at the basement. Thought it might suit you.

[ Most of what he'd found, though, he'd keep. Some of it he didn't even have any use for, but he never knew when he might find it necessary. But a few things he could part with, and... well, he just wanted to give Steve something. He didn't need a reason for it. ]

That would be telling. Come with me, and you'll get to find out for yourself.

[ With a wink, he tried to extricate himself from Steve's grip. Instead he reached for his hand, making sure to take the box with the wolf carving back with him as he led the way out of the bar and back to the hotel. ]
hypoxic: (remember we're all connected)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2019-08-04 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he gives a small, embarrassed smile ]

It's not that. Just... different drinks mean different things, yeah?

[ drinking for himself just makes alcoholism. His dad was enough of a warning signal. ]
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2019-08-04 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)

Carving somehow seemed easier, even if the physical pain was more. Hard to spill your guts to someone, especially if they’d won you a cute doll. And honestly he hardly expected Frank to trust him enough to take that option anyways. So he huffed, taking another brush of lips before letting go and stripping off his own shirt.

He was by no means as built as Frank, but he wasn’t without muscle, or the tattoo running down his left rib cage. He sucked his teeth as he debated the spot, and ultimately tapped his shoulder as Frank had. His back would have been preferable, but he figured having to work through the scar tissue there would only make this more difficult.

“Surprise me, I guess.”

spongetastrophe: (Smile)

[personal profile] spongetastrophe 2019-08-04 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You always introduce yourself with your full name, Jim? [He's teasing, as indicated by the little smile as Peter reaches for his drink]

Yeah. It is. [He has died a few times before, but they weren't permanent] It's nicer than I expected.
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[personal profile] spongetastrophe 2019-08-04 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter nibbles on James's lower lip, his own hand finding its way to the man's back and doing that slow trail down to his waist again. He likes the touch on his neck and reciprocates, fingers feeling through James's hair.

If James submits to the nibbling, Peter will slide his tongue in to heat up their kiss]
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-08-04 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ James doesn't really submit. That's not his thing. But he does accept the advance, and he parts his lips willingly, pushing back into the kiss with just as much fervor and dedication. His own fingers curl tighter into Peter's hair, keeping their heads close and their mouths slotted tightly together.

His other hand skims down Peter's waist, resting over his hipbone, fingers digging into flesh over his clothes. ]
spongetastrophe: (Tilt)

[personal profile] spongetastrophe 2019-08-04 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the moment they're making out in the middle of the room. After a few moments of heated kissing, Peter feels like some movement is needed. He tugs back on James's hair, nudging his hips to try getting the other to move. Some sort of flat surface would be helpful right now]
nottheonlytraveler: (Let it always be known I was who I am)

[personal profile] nottheonlytraveler 2019-08-04 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesus. Okay, Hell apparently has found new ways to get worse, I'll give them that.

[He pulls a face of his own at the prospect of Hell bugs eating you from the inside out. That is something he never wants to experience, if he can help it.]

An entire carnival? And they topped it off with zombie clowns? Man.

[He rubs a hand over his face, wishing now he hadn't said anything. Even though he's been out of the pit for awhile now, the memories of his time Down Under still pulse under his skin like a bad case of the chills.]

Unfortunately. I wasn't exactly looking to do a return stint. Once is enough.

[But who is Dean kidding? His life has consistently been one traumatic experience after the other. Why wouldn't life find a way to send him back to Hell? It's not as if he doesn't deserve to be here, after all.]
nottheonlytraveler: (Wayward Son)

[personal profile] nottheonlytraveler 2019-08-04 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dean turns around at the voice, arching an eyebrow when he catches sight of where, or, rather, who, it's coming from. He remembers all too well that Hell didn't have an age limit the last time he was in the Pit; why would it start now? Still, it hits him in the gut to see so young a kid here; before he can help himself, he thinks of Sammy at that age. He just manages not to visibly wince.]

Yeah, well. Not to be the bearer of bad news or anything but there are multiple worlds with multiple versions of everything out there.

Can't say I'm surprised to hear God's a douche in yours, too.

I'll let you know if I do find out but something tells me these guys ain't the sharing type.

[It's only then that he happens to notice what the young man appears to be drinking. He narrows his eyes.]

I guess Hell's not exactly the place to lecture someone about underage drinking but still. That looks a little much for your kind of drink, kid.

[Dean says as if he didn't start sneaking drinks at the tender age of 14 whenever he got the chance to.]
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (11.and always will until the end)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-08-04 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing yet," Kavinsky said, focusing on the letters. His voice was small and distant. An artist at work, like when he did his stick-poke tattoos, but darker. This was an act of ownership in its own way. There were only a handful of people who could read Cyrillic here, as far as he knew, and who else would carve their sins into another person?

"Hold still," he said.

-Е-Л-А-...

"And don't ask any more stupid questions."