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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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nonsuperhero: (attateam)

[personal profile] nonsuperhero 2019-08-14 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Clint returned the grip solidly, smiling back. And shrugged. "Not to tempt things, butโ€ฆ so far? I've seen worse."
nonsuperhero: (grin)

[personal profile] nonsuperhero 2019-08-14 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. He'd almost forgotten. "Good point. Yeah, somewhat; but I always prefer your take."
spacebebop: ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ โ„ ๐“Œโ„ด๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐“Œโ„ด๐“‡๐“‡๐’พโ„ฏ๐’น ๐“โ„ด๐“ƒโ„Š (wtfโฎŸโ„'๐“‚ ๐“Œโ„ด๐“‡๐“‡๐’พโ„ฏ๐’น ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œ)

[personal profile] spacebebop 2019-08-14 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
( Jet's head tosses back and he peers at the other from over his cheeks before he straightens his head again. The 15th century was outrageous, but 1999, that was closer to his age...ish. He snorts. It's short of 100 years ago. )

2071, I can't imagine meeting someone from the 15th century.

( He then considers finding this person out and asking all sorts of ignorant questions. His next consideration is also whether or not these people from these time lines have been stuck here for centuries... or is that what the kid means about not being from the same time line-- if so, then what's the delay... FURTHER MORE.. )

Man, does that mean someone could be from years ahead of me too?
compelledtoprotect: (smily smile smile)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-14 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[The shock of Loki suddenly being gone made Steve rear back, looking around rather frantically for the god. Then he heard the hissing and looked down.]


Loki? Is that you?


[Steve sank down slowly, sitting on the floor a little ways away. He peered at the snake with a slight smile. It was hard to say just how much of Loki might exist in something so much smaller. Then again, it was magic. Steve still had no clue how the hell it worked.

He grinned and leaned closer, though not that close yet. If Loki was in there, he'd probably react to both a little teasing and some compliments.]



You are a pretty one, aren't you? You look like you're made of jewels Loki. I think you're literally sparkling.
spacebebop: โ„Šโ„ด๐“ƒโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“๐’พ๐“…๐“ˆ ๐“‚โ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒโ„ฏ (unsureโฎŸ๐’œ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’พ๐“ˆ)

[personal profile] spacebebop 2019-08-14 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
We were fine.

( He repeats, his answer comes at no hesitation and he looks at her with the weight of his conviction. No one died on his ship. As for Spike, ... Jet pushes the thought from his mind and instead focuses on the strength of his expression. His thoughts circle back to the last bit he remembered; being left in space alone with Faye. Spike's stupid cat story nipping at the hair on the back of his neck and a strong will to ignore the likelihood of the stray wondering back home again. )
dothelokimotion: (snek icon2)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-08-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki flicks his tongue, hissing. ]

Flattering a snake now? It's not necessary, you realize.
alsoagirl: (Someday you'll turn your radio on)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-08-14 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ She almost blurts out SO I WAS RIGHT, but somehow keeps that to herself. ]

Oh. Well, that's nice of you.

[ Nothing stupid may come out of her mouth, but there's nothing stopping her sudden burning curiosity (a.k.a. nosiness). ]

Who's the lucky fella?
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (stoic)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-14 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Frank wanted a lot of things. Partially because he was a little drunk and Ronan was able, willing, subtly eager. Partially because he'd given up this pretense of propriety at some point, and if he was going to want something he was going to let himself want it.

Mostly, he wanted a lot of things because Ronan looked hungry and his mouth had looked good.

He took a step back from him, slowly tugging his jeans open. He reached down and grabbed one of Ronan's hands, bringing it up to the fly--and the obvious bulge beneath.
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (sexy)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-14 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Frank laughed a little at that eagerness, but it thrummed in him. He pressed toward the attention, seeking it, barely contained in his softly-panted eagerness. Billy's palm was warm and his mouth was sweet looking, and Frank's cock was as eager as the rest of him, already straining against attention.

He put a hand on Billy's shoulder but didn't quite nudge. Whenever he was ready, Frank was.
spacebebop: ๐“…๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“‚๐’ถโ„Š๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€๐“ˆ (wtfโฎŸ๐’ดโ„ด๐“Š ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰)

[personal profile] spacebebop 2019-08-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
( Spike's eager for Jet to meet this hell hound which can mean one of two things: Spike wants to imprint this dog on him so the hell hound will seek him out when it needs something.. and the second thing was Spike actually found an animal he could stand...

No, it's the first one. Spike wants to "share" the load.

Jet finishes his drink and sets it down on the counter with a soft thunk. He huffs, hotly, over the bar and his forearm before he turns to follow Spike out of the bar.
)

What does that even look like, optimism, in Hell?
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (kiss)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-14 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I just like to be gentle," Frank teased a little. He was a big guy--shorter than Jim but broader, thicker built--and the softly murmured words might seem contraposed to his very existence.

He was, actually, a fan of that slow, heady build. But he liked the eager touch and squeeze of people that knew they were both turned on by each other. Why shouldn't he have both: slow, deep kisses and eager, groping hands. Frank rolled his hips against Jim's hand and dragged his hands down until he could fit them underneath him, grabbing Jim's ass to squeeze and hold him close.
hypoxic: (with a smirk on your face)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2019-08-14 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[If she doesn't feel the need to stop, then he won't bother bringing it up. He keeps up as best as he can, letting himself be absorbed into the experience.

In time though, he'll start to tire, sinking away from her despite his best efforts.]
compelledtoprotect: (hilarity)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-14 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His mouth fell open and Steve was suddenly about two inches from the snake's head. He peered at Loki, not at all hiding the fact he was flabbergasted. Or overly-full of questions . . .]


How did you do that!? How do you talk without moving your mouth? Do you even have vocal chords as a snake? Do you have all of your mind even though you're so small now? Is it because you're magic? Can you still do magic as a snake? Is it ok if I touch you?
bountyhead: โ€” แด˜แด‡ส€๊œฑแดษดแด€สŸ ๊œฑแด‡แด›. DO NOT TAKE. ([spike] don't leave)

[personal profile] bountyhead 2019-08-14 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ His question seems to echo down the corridor -- sudden but not entirely unforeseen. It was bound to come up and break the surface one way or another, and she was foolish in assuming that this task they were given would stall the eventual breach for a good while.

It doesn't seem like she's going to stop walking, keeping her back turned to him, attempting to seem more interested in what's around them rather than what was asked. A few moments later, however, she answers him. ]


I thought the plan was to find the power box.

[ Suddenly, she stops. Something catches her eye in one of the rooms and prompts her to raise her gun. She doesn't exactly see anything but she can hear rattling from within the shadows and what she doesn't need is for some hell beast to come charging towards her unexpectedly. She goes to move forward when a disgustingly large rat bolts out, running over her boots, past her, and into the darkness of a different room. ]

[ She kicks her leg out from instinct but the rat had moved on too fast. ] Ugh! [ Now she's grossed out and irritable. Her head whips around to look at James. ]

Do you really want to talk about what happened right now?

[ Because they could. Just don't expect any sweet talk. ]
dothelokimotion: (snek icon1)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-08-14 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ steve can be the first person to hear a snake grumble. ]

Of course it's magic.

And yes, you can touch. I won't stab you.
bountyhead: โ€” แด˜แด‡ส€๊œฑแดษดแด€สŸ ๊œฑแด‡แด›. DO NOT TAKE. ([sad] #002)

[personal profile] bountyhead 2019-08-14 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faye's silent. The last thing she could remember was lounging on the couch, listlessly thumbing through a magazine while Jet tended to his Bonzai in the other room -- same as it ever was. She recalls the numbing quietude that often swept through the ship when they weren't talking, or bickering, or she was flipping through channels while he cooked or tinkered with some parts.

The same ache from before seems to swell to an extreme before it finally relents. She missed having that little bit of normalcy, in spite of the lingering pain they both shared in the wake of there only being half a crew then. It's a pain that has since morphed and splintered off for a number of reasons. But at least there were the three of them, together again. She could find comfort in that much. ]


But we're not fine anymore, Jet. We're in Hell. For every moment that isn't terrible, there's a multitude of shit waiting to counteract it. Spike will tell you.
noassgardian: (b | looking down)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-08-14 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
He leans up to press a quick, teasing kiss to Frank's lips. "Remember, stay where you are."

Or at least keep him covered. He might be willing to push it in public, but he likes the relative privacy of having Frank standing in front of him.

He sinks down to his knees and draws Frank out properly. His fingers stay wrapped around the base of his length before he leans in to graze his lips over the head, followed by a swift swipe of his tongue. Lips come properly around Frank soon after though to draw him shallowly into his mouth, no rush behind his movements even though they're surrounded by people and demons alike.
compelledtoprotect: (that hidden smirky)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-14 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well no, I didn't think you would stab me. You haven't any hands to hold a knife. And you already promised not to bite. I just wasn't sure you'd feel comfortable with my hands all over you. It's a little trickier to tell what part is what when you're a snake. And I've told you before, I barely have any experience with genuine magic. I have met shapeshifters before though and they seemed pretty beholden to the laws of nature and physics. Magic seems to play fast and loose with everything.


[Loki as a snake was adorable as well as pretty, especially when he grumbled. Steve was careful as he first gently stroked Loki's head with a single finger, then tried to carefully gather the little snake up, so he could hold his friend. Which just sounded weird in his head. Steve was especially careful not to grip any part of Loki too tightly, well aware of how fragile and vulnerable the man probably was.

He brought the little snake close to his face, grinning.]



You know, I bet you could curl up around my neck and no one would even know I wasn't just making weird fashion choices. You really are gorgeous Loki. Exquisite actually.
deaddrop: (pic#13347548)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"How about we do get that drink. We can serve ourselves here—safer than the club." Natasha tips her head toward the bar, tugging his cuff in an invitation to follow her. "You might need one."
noassgardian: (pic#13099862)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-08-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if any of my spells have a different feel... It's all just like raw power and energy and emotion that I'm drawing on, that I'm bending to do what I want. Sometimes it's almost-- overwhelming. Sometimes it is overwhelming."

But not that often, fortunately. "It feels good to use it though. Most of it."

Some of it may feel darker, when he's set on hurting other people, but he doesn't ant to talk about that now. "But I like it. I like hearing about your magic. It's so different to mine..."
silverkitsune: (and face me)

[personal profile] silverkitsune 2019-08-14 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Once he's got the knife, Mitsuhide tucks it into his belt for a moment in order to free up his hands, then sets to removing the white wrappings from his forearm and pushes up his kimono sleeve. He could have picked a similar spot to Cain, except for the fact that he usually wears his kimono open far enough that anything cut into his chest is likely to show.

There's owning up to his sins by wearing them, and then there's being stupid about it.

Finally his forearm is bare; he pulls the knife back out and nods to his arm.]


This will do. Are you ready?

[Without waiting for a reply he tucks one hand around Cain's neck to brace himself, and points the tip of the knife at the spot on Cain's chest. This way Cain can cut into his arm while he's working.]
deaddrop: (actinosoma pentacanthum)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Steve Rogers, and he really is a friend. We're from the same place originally—we work together. That's about it.

[Natasha opens another box, pulling out what might be a dog toy.]

He got the idea he wants to try ballet.
deaddrop: (pic#13347564)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-14 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
You're not tired already, are you?

[Natasha looks at him, surprised. Even she's starting to sweat, though. Maybe she expected too much.]
stormbreaking: (pic#13062812)

[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-08-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps.

[He gives a wry look and motions for Loki to follow him.]

I wonder if he will tire of us...
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[personal profile] hiddenobjective 2019-08-14 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Feeling Kavinsky's fingers in his hair, the light tugging, earns him a guttural groan muffled against his lips. The little pulls aren't quite as rough as he liked yet, but he's encouraging the move in the right direction.

Kavinsky's pants were already undone, so he gave up on his shirt, leaving it bunched up around his shoulders and neck, and pushed his hand down into his pants, palming him roughly. The partition wall wavers again as he Cain presses his tongue past Kavinsky's lips with another rumbling groan, challenging him to push him back.