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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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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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[ He's not big on planning. That was alway's Jet's deal. The whole Art of War "plan one hundred moves in advance" bullshit. Plans weren't really Spike's style. Water doesn't plan what it's going to do. It just does it. And right now, water thinks it's stupid to keep people alive to prolong their suffering. Either they should be alive or they should be dead. Everything else is a senseless waste of time. ]

Some anthills need to get knocked down.

[ The demon blubbers about not knowing where the key is. Spike sighs and smashes it with his gun. ]

[ loki smirks, his chest heaving quietly and nipples pebbling under the cool air. ]

No. I suppose you are not. But that does not mean I do not have high expectations.

Do you? Perhaps you'll tell me about them.

[While he busies himself mapping his mouth over Loki's chest, pausing to rake his teeth carefully over a nipple as his hand curls tighter around his length, stroking him firmly.]

[ another sharp inhale that ends in a near silent whine, a plea as his body trembles under thor's ministrations. ]

Would you like to — hmm, hear them in detail?

"Lovely for special occasions," he muses quite vaguely, justifiably distracted by every squirm and sound Billy makes.

He bites only a little possessively at the spot he's just been circling at, but he's also busy sliding slicked fingertips, one, then two, to rub up against the puckered warmth of Billy's hole, where he fully intends to be buried before very long. Draco only has so much patience, but he has plenty more to give.

Or we don't.

( so much for optimism. )

"Bad, maybe not. But I get plenty of danger at work." A girl has to have a little time to herself where her life isn't on the line, every now and then. On the other hand, there are different kinds of danger. "Of course if they open some rock climbing I might change my tune."

I doubt it's just one thing, but there has to be something. Some kind of selection process. Maybe a balance between people who can be redeemed and people who will pull them back down.

[A crabs in a bucket situation. It's conjecture without any evidence, and she wouldn't say she believes it's true. But she's put a lot of thought into it.]

[She swears softly, not satisfied with anything about this situation. Least of all seeing someone risk damaging or accidentally firing a perfectly good gun in the process going about opening a lock all wrong.

She's already pulling pair of wires out of her sleeve when she interjects:]

Step back at let me do it. It'll be a lot quicker my way.

[ Laica breathes harder when James bites her neck, face flushed as all thought escapes her. Just reacting to the sensations all but overwhelming her. She sinks to her knees as he bids her. Which is just as well, as they were threatening to give out underneath her anyway.

Her eyes lid heavily as he exposes himself to her. She leans forward to close her lips around the tip of his cock. She looks up at him through her lashes as she slowly works her way down his shaft. Her tongue curling around him inside her mouth. Just the slightest shimmer of magic on her tongue, giving a tingling feeling almost like a spark of electricity. ]

[ James had to disagree, there. An eye patch would look more funny than it would sexy, at least on McCoy. Then again he'd always liked the scar the doctor sported, even if it was a souvenir of a horrible experience caused partly by him.

He lifted an eyebrow when Steve started laughing, not struggling against Steve's hold even if he didn't quite melt into it as easily as before. When Steve made it clear what he thought was so funny, he let out a groan, struggling weakly against the other man's hold. Not enough to push him away, just enough to show his displeasure. ]

Oh, for fuck's sake, Steve. It doesn't even matter that much, stop making a big deal out of it.

[ His gaze was thoroughly unimpressed when Steve pulled back and looked up at him. ]

Excuse me, I'm not allowed? I think you're getting your wires crossed, there. I'll wear my glasses wherever the hell I want. I have used them plenty here already, actually. What are you gonna do about that?

[ He couldn't help the goad, even if ultimately he'd do whatever the fuck he wanted. ]

[ James's moan is muffled into the kiss, his back arching and leg lifting to curl around Peter's, clinging tight to him. His teeth sink into Peter's lips, their kiss with a rough bite to it, his fingers dragging down Peter's back, nails digging hard into flesh. ]

[He's going to have to untangle them if he actually wants James bent over. Not just yet, though. He's kissing those lips until they're swollen, raking his nails down James's thighs. Peter starts grinding up against the other to encourage friction.

He has a quick recovery time thanks to his healing, but he still needs to actually get it up first]

[ James doesn't necessarily mind Klaus talking, especially when he manages to choke the words out of him with a single tug on the leash. His hold is strong, and he steps closer, knee pressing between Klaus's shoulder blades, holding him in place while he keeps the collar tight against his neck. ]

You really don't know how to shut your mouth, do you? Can't you be a good little bitch for once and do what you're told?

[ He settles a hand on Klaus's shoulder, nails dragging up his neck, digging only barely into his cheeks as he tilts his head back. ]

[Because neither of them were serious about ending the embrace, James' struggles made it more like a very weak, brief, wrestling match, at least until Steve cheated. He grabbed the man and pinned him loosely on the couch, hover over James with a hungry look on his face. If the man had made any real attempt to leave, Steve would have let him go, and still would, but he didn't think that was the point.]

It matters to me. I want to know you James. As much as you're willing to give. Always, the little things and the big ones. I like that you have allergies and wear glasses, more than I think you'll ever understand. It makes you human, and special, and unique. And I love you all the more because of it. But if you really wanna know what I'll do about those glasses in public . . .

[Steve lowered his head until he was almost kissing the man, holding James' gaze, an absolute promise in his eyes. His voice was low and rough with emotion and his breath was hot against James' lips.]

I'll throw you against the nearest flat surface and fuck you raw.

[He kissed James, long and hungry, but it was just their mouths that touched, and his hands where they gently held James in place. It was a promise, but not any sort of demand, and the trace of humor in his tone hopefully conveyed that. Steve didn't think James would actually take him seriously about the use of the man's glasses. There was just a very real chance he'd do exactly as he said if he saw that sexy vision in public. Glasses were very sexy.]

We use starships for that. They travel at warp speed, so they go pretty fast. Maybe not that fast, but at least our moon hasn't been blown up yet.

[ He'll take the ships, honestly, even if gates connecting planets sound incredibly useful.

There's a faint, intermittent buzzing sound coming from somewhere nearby, louder as they walk further down the hallway. ]

There's something ahead. [ From the sound, James is feeling pretty optimistic about it... ]

[ James lets out a low purr, crawling up from deep in his throat. He reaches down and brushes his fingers almost gently through her hair, his other hand stroking her cheek, pleased and soothed by her eagerness to obey. ]

That's a good girl... [ He murmurs, a breath that turns to a soft gasp when he feels that trace of electricity travel from her tongue to the tip of his cock, making his hips jerk slightly. ] Shit... Got some tricks up your sleeve too, huh?

[ James let out a soft sound of surprise when Steve moved them, unable to keep it in. Air was pushed out of his lungs in a huff as he was forced down on his back, but he couldn't honestly bring himself to struggle much at all. He did like having Steve looming over him, especially pinning him down to the couch like that, those hungry eyes practically devouring him.

He bit at his own lower lip, worrying the flesh for long enough that it reddened, parting his wet lips almost invitingly just as Steve leaned in, promising a kiss but not quite giving in at first. ]

Good-- [ It was pretty much all he managed before Steve claimed his lips in a hot, deep kiss. He moaned but the sound was muffled by the kiss, his lips parting eagerly, one leg curling around Steve's waist and pulling him down on top of him while he pushed back against Steve's tongue with his own. ]

[ Slow or fast, James doesn't really care much right now. Peter could just flip him over and fuck him even if he wasn't hard and ready himself yet, but he does appreciate the window of tim for him to bounce back, since he's got a feeling Peter will recover faster than he will.

He moans into the kiss, hips pushing back against Peter's, one hand tangling into Peter's hair and yanking while the other dips down to his ass, squeezing hard and keeping him close while they grind against each other. The heat and friction are there, though it's a slow build for him to be up and hard again. ]

[The friction their cocks make as they grind helps him a lot. He growls into their kisses, pulling James's head back by the hair so he can kiss the man's neck. He sinks his teeth in hard, mouthing the flesh until he gets a bruise forming. Not that he hasn't given James's body plenty of bruises.

Eventually he stops the kisses and touches, pulling James's legs off him none too gently. Peter flips him over, pushing him down on his stomach. He could just give instructions, but instead he spreads James's legs apart himself and pulls his ass up to Peter's hips.

He's not fully stiff yet but he can grind on James's ass until he is]

[ He could give instructions, but really, where's the fun in that? James vastly prefers the way Peter goes about it, tugging and yanking and shoving until he has him where he wants him, with his face and stomach pressed to the bed, then his hips lifted just enough that he can feel Peter's cock fitting between his ass cheeks. ]

Fuck... [ He practically moans, eyes closing briefly as he grinds back against the cradle of Peter's hips almost immediately. He can feel his hardening cock rubbing against his crack and he tries to reach behind himself to help press it harder against skin, offer more friction.

Although part of him can't help but wonder whether Peter might not like that, and if he'll do something to keep his hands out of the way. ]

[Peter didn't necessarily mind being manhandled. And since he was doing plenty of that himself, it felt okay to allow the same for James. Peter smirked, leaning forward to speak in James's ear]

You gonna fuck yourself on my cock?

[He's honestly curious. James has a good enough handle he could push Peter's cock in himself]

"Figured we've been hit enough," John says in a quieter tone, but he's clearly putting on a brave front, looking forward and trying not to make eye contact as his eyes dart around for this fuse box. He'd been starting to believe it's a mythical object when he thinks they've spotted it.

"Make yourself useful love and go press some switches." He gives Billy a shove towards the box.

"Yeah... I guess you've got a point. It kind of takes the fun out of it."

Although it's not something he gets a long time to dwell on. Not with John shoving at him. "What--"

Look, he took being shoved at a demon mostly in stride, but this time? This time he plants his feet and turns to tug at John. "No way. Your turn. You go flip some switches."

Frank laughed, but it was kind, just amused at the bald, shameless request, the need driving it. His cock throbbed slightly. He brought a hand back to Billy's hair and squeezed slightly, drawing him up so that he could kiss him.

He slid his hand down, palming at Billy's ass. "Don't s'pose you've got lube, do you?"

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