TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[penancemods]

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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mitsuhide akechi | ikemen sengoku | ota

[silverkitsune]

stand your ground;

[There's a silver-haired man with a katana at his hip, waiting patiently at the top of the stairs for someone to join him. With both hands crossed lazily at the wrist over his sword, he honestly looks more amused than anything.]

I've no idea what a 'breaker box' might look like. I promise to protect you from the things that go bump in the night, though.


follow me down;

[He's had a couple small cups of sake by now but he's still very much sober, and he's staring in open fascination at one of the games of poker that's going on nearby. Whether anyone is in a state of undress is irrelevant; he's much more interested in the card game itself. It's very much like hanafuda, except....

At some point he turns to the nearest person who might also have shown at least some vague interest in the game.]

How is this game played? Do you know?


wildcard;

[Feel free to toss any of the other prompts at me, or hit me up for plotting via pm if you like! I'm open to just about anything~]

stand your ground

[pococurante]

[ Spike's good with machines, always has been. It's why Doohan took a chance on a sticky-fingered street urchin and gave him a job where he could be useful for a change. He doesn't really care about being useful to Lucifer. But sometimes their goals happen to overlap. Like how Spike doesn't want to trip over his dog in the dark.

He slows down as he approaches the stairwell. Nothing personal. He just has a bad history with silver-haired guys who use katanas. ]

I'm pretty good at protecting myself.

[ He looks the guy over. It's not him. Not even some kind of alternate-dimension younger version. And it's not like a sword or a hair color makes you a paranoid, sadistic, psychotic, revenge-driven piece of shit who can't let anything go. ]

But come on. You can watch my six and I can teach you what a breaker box is.

stand your ground;

[failed_antichrist]

[Setsuna's own sword isn't visible, currently a bracelet, but he still doesn't need protection. He manifests two of his wings and keeps them close to his body. He gives the silver haired man a gentle smile.]

Well, I don't need protection. But I do know what a breaker box looks like, at least! I'll go with you. Probably better than wondering the dark alone, right?

follow me down

[bountyhead]

[ Gambling is where Faye thrives. When she got word of there being card games at the bar she was quick in step to get there and be apart of it. A few rounds in and she's not only remained the winning contender but she's earned a few vindictive stares from a couple of the losers. All of which she coolly brushes off with a confident smile.

She's hanging out on the sidelines now, avoiding any alcohol, watching with anticipation at what's playing out before her, when out of the corner of her eye she notices someone. She looks over, a cigarette pinched between two painted lips of red. Another new face. ]

You start by placing a bet. [ She starts off. Except in this case, there's no actual currency. ] The dealer will burn a card before dealing everyone two. [ She doesn't consider that he might be unfamiliar with the terminology so she continues without explaining each term. ] That's your hand. Before anything, there's a betting round to start everyone off. When it's your turn you can either bet, call, or raise.

[ Faye happens to be laying this out as a game unfolds before them so it makes it easier to follow. At least visually. But again, since there's no currency, the game isn't being played exactly how it normally would. ]

You can also 'check' to avoid betting or 'fold' your hand if you don't want to match someone's bet. [ She inhales from her cigarette and a moment later the smoke spills from her lips. ] You see those three cards laid out before the dealer? That's called a flop. Once everyone's made a bet, the dealer will again burn the top card from the deck and then lay out three on the table, face-up. Every round the dealer burns another card before adding one until there's five total. To make it difficult to anticipate what's next. [ She was usually the dealer so she made it especially hard for someone to win. ]

That's when you compare your cards to see if there's a winning hand. And if there is, you win the pool of money. [ Or in this case, you get to keep your soul. ]

Charlotte Wells - Harlots

[queenpretend]

Closed to Michael [Drinks]
Charlotte's on a mission. She has to seduce someone that is difficult to seduce. The problem is, how. Charlotte hasn't ever really had to work at seducing any of her culls before. Most of the men who have approached her have wanted her, have worked to impress her, or bought her. She sits at the bar now nursing a goblet of red wine as she contemplates a plan. Lucifer said any means necessary, and Charlotte, at the time, had agreed. But it sits ill in her chest, the idea of tricking someone. Better it's a willing seduction than trickery.

She's still contemplating when Michael approaches. She hears footsteps and turns to him.]

A penny for your thoughts, Sir. [She raises her goblet as he approaches, and takes a sip.] Wine, Sir?

james t. kirk (mirror) » star trek aos

[invicto]

STAND YOUR GROUND ▹ I

[ To say that the basement is disgusting is an understatement. But then James would expect no less at this point, so he doesn't let it get to him. It stinks, yes, and everything seems to be covered in a layer of grime and dirt and dust (and maybe blood and other bodily fluids), but he just keeps going down dark hallways and still, abandoned rooms, looking for anything that looks like the source of the blackout.

He may have come down here alone or with someone else, but right now he's very much by himself, phaser in hand as he dips into yet another room. Empty, just some broken shelves, and he moves back out, only to practically bump into someone else. He startles and immediately lifts his gun, heart fast and breath quick even when he realizes it's just another of the sinners.

He lets out a sigh, lowering the phaser. Then, with a tip of his head, he asks. ] Found anything yet?

[ Or maybe you'll run into him later, while he's rummaging through all those boxes of stuff. No one said they belonged to anyone, did they? Anyway, he's done all he can down here, so he's taking a moment to gather anything that piques his curiosity, shoving it into a large bag he also found among all these items. Not like the previous owners are gonna use it, anyway. ]

FOLLOW ME DOWN ▹ II
(CW: sexual content, dubcon, drugs, rough kinks, exhibitionism, etc. Link is NSFW.)

[ After all the shit he's been through, it's a wonder that James still helps himself to drinks and drugs without much of a second thought. But funnily enough, the worse things to happen to him so far sure weren't caused by drugs or alcohol, even the ones spiked with shit.

Once he's dosed up on the potion, though, he doesn't seem to be caring about much of anything. He's pliant and easily influenced, and even the slightest nudge is enough for him to step up to one of the stages, stripping down to his boxer briefs and letting himself get fitted into a leather harness, bent over a table while one of those machines is set up behind him.

Unless anyone wants to step in and take the machine's place, of course... or maybe if they want to take control of the device and use it on James as they see fit. In his state, he will be all too eager to please any partner who approaches.

But James will be at the club on a few different nights, so there's still plenty of opportunity for someone else to bond to him and want to please him instead. When not under the influence, he does lean far more towards taking control, and a willing, submissive partner is sure to gain his interest immediately. He may even take the opportunity to be even more horrible than usual, knowing he can get away with it. ]

WILDCARD

[ For all your other slice-of-life (in hell) needs. If anyone has a gift for James, for instance, this is where it goes. He might even have a gift for a few people too... not that he cares, excuse you. ]

Wildcard (private text)

[compelledtoprotect]

[Steve knew he was in trouble a long time before he acknowledged it. Not that there was anything he could do about it. The only comfort he had was that saying something would be the worst possible choice. Having a concrete path was helpful. He wouldn't make the same mistakes again, and he wouldn't cause himself needless pain.

That said, he couldn't not care.

He'd started carving back in the war as a way to pass the time. War was ninety percent waiting and hoping the predictions came true and gave you the chance for action, so people developed hobbies. It just wasn't practical to carry a sketchbook, but he had to do something creative. Playing cards was mind-numbing, but he had a knife, and there was usually some form of wood laying around somewhere. Didn't matter if it was a stick or a piece of broken furniture or a re-worked statue someone had already done. It kept him busy.]

[Steve had picked up the chunk of wood from outside the hotel shortly after he arrived and he'd been working it ever since, the piece slowly coming to resemble something recognizable eventually. He'd finished it recently and known exactly who he'd be giving it to. There was only man it was fit for.

He texted James once the power was back, when he thought the man might have a minute or two of downtime. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal, but as he wrapped the gift, he wondered, was it a mistake?]


Hey. You got a minute? I have something for you.

follow me down ii TIME FOR SOME TRASH

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus, of course, doesn't need drugs to make him complacent. He needs (or thinks he needs) drugs to deal with all the trauma of the way he grew up and a lifetime of being haunted by the restless dead. Here, he just keeps on because it's what he knows how to do.

One night in the club, he finds James at the bar and slides up to him, completely ignoring all ideas of personal space, leaning on the bar just inches away from the starship captain. ]

James! See, this is much more my scene than that stuffy gala.

STAND YOUR GROUND ▹ I

[bountyhead]

[ Faye didn't necessarily care to go down into the musty depths of a basement but here she was. Defenses at an all-timehigh now that she's carrying an uneasiness towards whatever may be down there. Her gun is tucked in the hem of her shorts and she takes small comfort in that as she makes her way down the stairs and into the yawning darkness. The least they could've done was provide her with a damn flashlight.

She proceeds cautiously once she's made it to the bottom. The smell of mold and copper filling her lungs the farther she lurks, and it's enough to make her gag. She pinches her nose. And what little light there is does nothing but set an even creepier ambiance to the place. She shivers from the cold drafts that seep around corners and chooses to ignore whatever liquid that is that seems to splash up against her legs as she walks through a couple rooms. It's water, she'll tell herself. But the smell betrays her.

As she advances forward and past more rooms, she catches the sound of echoing footsteps that temporarily disorient her before the sudden weight of a body collides with hers. She yelps and instinctively draws her gun out, distancing herself enough, on the verge of squeezing off a shot.

Yet... that wasn't some infernal creature she's run into. That was a familiar face she's seeing. ]

Oh. It's you! [ She says after realizing-- oh god. It was him. The guy she fucked outside the Gala.

Cue the barrage of embarassment that almost displaces her fearfulness entirely. She lowers her gun and sighs. ]

I haven't found anything yet. Except for a straggler that nearly scared me half to death. [ To answer his question. That clearly means you, James. ]

Follow Me Down II (Link is NSFW)

[lovelylaica]

[ Laica's not sure how she ended up here. But here she is, in an elaborately tied silk rope, the knots between her legs and against her arsehole making her squirm. She's given some kind of drink and put on stage to crowd of demons that don't seem terribly interested in the blushing, trembling, blonde who's still not sure where she is or what she is supposed to do.

She does know that she is possessed of a deep longing to please these creatures. She looks around the stage at the different apparatus and finds a phallic shaped thing and starts to stroke it. She looks at the audience as she does so with wide eyes. And a bit of a curve to her lips as she settles on an approach. The naïve ingenue who's secretly in on the act is always a fun one, right? ]

Should I wait to see if somebody might want to join me? [ She asks in a breathy voice, eyelashes fluttering. ] Or should I see what I can do with these things on my own?

ariana | pokemon | ota

[poisonedpride]

[stand your ground- i.]

Ariana supplements the flickering light the demons have provided with her own lighter, and while she looks put out at the mission she's not complaining. You might find her groping along the wall with a sour expression, or sifting through boxes of junk with a curled lip.

(cw: torture)

Later on, Ariana finds the demons bound to the walls and curiosity sings in her veins. She pulls out her dagger, drawing it gently across one's cheek, and murmurs, "Oh, but what can you tell me, darling?"

[stand your ground- ii.]
(cw:smoking)

The tiny bobbing creatures are immediately reminiscent of Petrel's companions of choice, and as such Ariana doesn't seem terribly bothered when a few of them seem to gravitate towards her. She also knows better than to breathe deeply when they're close, and can be spotted waving them away as she puts a cigarette to her lips. "Go on now, dears."

[reach up high- i.]

The knife is in her hand before the voice is even done talking, a beguiling smile on her face. "Come on, now. Let's do this the easy way."

[wildcard]

I'm open to any of the prompts! Hit me up here or at poetrics if you want to plot something!

Clint Barton | Fraction/Aja's "Hawkeye" | OTA

[nonsuperhero]

Arrival

Okay… this looks bad.

Hotels have never been his thing. Too much tends to go down in them. Having a demon at the front desk, if anything, just feels like being upfront about it.

His list of sins hadn't been a fun read, either.

1. assassination
2. manslaughter
3. assault
4. violence
5. theft
6. lying/deceit/fraud
7. cheating
8. manipulation
9. property damage / vandalism
10. divorce
11. accessory to murder
12. depraved thoughts
13. conspiracy
14. substance abuse (alcohol, coffee)
15. guilt (application & indulgence)

Some of them, he disagreed with calling "sins". (Coffee?! Heavenly nectar.) The others—C'mon. You don't know my life.

(Unless you really, really do. …Shit.)

But what makes it genuinely start to sink in is the lobby jukebox.

Highway to Hell - AC/DC
Hells Bells - AC/DC
Sympathy for the Devil - The Rolling Stones
Heaven and Hell - Black Sabbath
Run Like Hell - Pink Floyd
Bat Out of Hell - Meat Loaf
South of Heaven - Slayer
Hell is for Children - Pat Benatar
Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be - AC/DC
Hell or High Water - AC/DC
Hellraiser - Motörhead
Burn in Hell - Twisted Sister
Hell Bent for Leather - Judas Priest
Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound - Hank Williams, Jr.
Hotter Than Hell - Kiss
Hell Awaits - Slayer
The Gates of Hell - Black Sabbath
Louder Than Hell - Mötley Crüe
Burn in Hell - Judas Hell
Go to Hell - Alice Cooper
Mean as Hell - Johnny Cash
Born to Raise Hell - Motörhead
Hell Patrol - Judas Priest
Long Hard Road Out of Hell - Marilyn Manson
Right Next Door to Hell - Guns N' Roses
Private Hell - Alice in Chains
Go to Hell - Motörhead
Hell & High Water - The Allman Brothers Band
Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers - Motörhead
Gonna Raise Hell - Cheap Trick
To Hell with the Devil - Stryper
Facing Hell - Ozzy Osbourne
Go to Hell - Megadeth
Saints in Hell - Judas Priest
What the Hell Have I - Alice in Chains
Hell is Home - Judas Priest
All Hell Breaks Loose - Misfits
Welcome to Hell - VENOM
Hell Hound on My Trail - Eric Clapton
Heaven and Hell - Willie Nelson
Good Day in Hell - Eagles
Heaven, Hell or Houston - ZZ Top
All Gone to Hell - Motörhead
Back Into Hell - Meat Loaf
It Must Be Hell - The Rolling Stones
Straight to Hell - The Clash
This Is Hell - Elvis Costello
Mental Hell - Ramones
Hell on Wheels - Bruce Dickinson
Hotel Hell - Eric Burdon & the Animals
One Foot in Hell - Queensrÿche
The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell - David Bowie

Clearly this was Hell, because—as he demanded of the desk-demon—"Dude, there's no Beyoncé?!"

[noassgardian]

"Hawkeye?" Talk about familiar faces he didn't imagine seeing around Hell today, or ever with any luck.

"I don't think Beyonce ever did a song about Hell or the devil, dude."

[deaddrop]

That's familiar. It's funny how it's the music that can make something real. Not the demons, not the rain of blood and fire, not the hellbeasts. The jukebox.

She notices the new guy, overhears his conversation with the demon concierge and glances up. There's no immediate recognition, but there is something that catches her attention. He reminds her of someone.

She's not sure who she knows who'd ask for Beyonce, though. "Sorry. Sounds like it's not on theme."

[compelledtoprotect]

He couldn't help but overheard the comment and he looked up, a slight smile on his face. Sounded like a new resident, which meant he probably had questions. A lot of them. He made his way over, offering a hand.

"Hey. I'm Steve. I take it you're new here?"

[knucklesdirty]

Maybe Clint notices that there's a kid that keeps staring at him. Hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his purple jacket, he carries a bow with him, leaning against the wall as he takes in the crowd, clocks the exits like this is a puzzle with a way out. He's in his late teens, though there's something in how he holds himself, in the sharpness of his blue eyes that says darkness and loss and shitty coping mechanisms.

It's when Clint goes up to the desk-demon to protest about the lack of Beyonce that Francis finally pushes himself off the wall and wanders over. He aims for casual, but a spy he is not, so it's not too hard to pick him out of the crowd, or notice that there's recognition there. A shoddy sort of unsure intention.

"Not a fan of the themed soundtrack?" He'd scoped it out himself before and been pretty unimpressed, and it wasn't like his world had been overflowing with tunes. Mostly just whatever you could sing, what you could teach others, what carried easy. He runs a hand through his blond hair, trying to keep his cool. This was fine, the guy clearly didn't recognize him, so whatever happened... he could handle it.

Uchiha Itachi | Naruto | OTA

[fan_of_red_dawn]

[Arrival]

The comfort of a bed is much different the the cold stone he swore he had been sitting on just a short time ago. Or had he? He questioned if this were genjutsu, but no. His eyes could see through that. This was very much real, much to his dismay. He was busy, and things that had been cultivating for the past several years were finally reaching their peak. To be here, now, was irritating.

Crimson eyes searched around the room, much of the same shade, a sigh escaping his lips, as he read over the list on the table next to him. Yes, of course this is where he would have ended up. It was only right. The things he had done in his life had been stained with blood, from his days of a childhood he never really got.

HE is quick, to gather his things, the few they are. The scroll shoved unceremoniously into the pouch on his hip before he tosses the cloak over his shoulders, heading out the door, and down the hall. He would come willingly, should this be the place he is destined to end up, but there was something he needed to take care of first.

[Reach Up High I]

He stares at the knives for a moment, and than to the other person occupying the room, looking with crimson red eyes that seem like they're staring through you. He knows, in some way, that it will not be pleasant if they do not participate. So, he lets his cloak drop to the ground, and pulls his shirt off over his head, letting the dark blue material drop into the pile of black and red already a crumpled heap on the floor.

Itachi almost scoffs at the knives set out for them, and instead pulls out a kunai from the pouch at his hip, and offers it, handle first, to his 'partner'.

"This will be better suited for cutting. Please, I do not mind, if it is what is required of us"

[Follow Me Down I]

He had been watching a few people make a fool of themselves, singing drunkenly into the microphone, hiding his brief amusement behind a small glass of some sweet tasting liquor. This was not a normal place Itachi would have been likely to be found, but there was a draw that he could not explain. So he was here, sitting at a table, alone for the moment.

[OR I.II]

He was not unfamiliar with the game, however he had always played for money, for tokens of avarice. To play to takes one's clothing off, was a new concept to him. Though he could see the appeal, he was unsure of how he had been dragged into such a thing, but he was here now, a hand of cards between his fingers, tapping the cards against the table.

[ Yoruichi-mun here, test driving hmu here, or if you haven't added me yet @ kurodauchiha]

[Reach Up High I]

[failed_antichrist]

"Funny," Setsuna says with a dark chuckle. "I was about to make the same offer." He had already pulled up one sleeve - his other arm's sleeve is torn, turned into a bandage over the forearm. He goes quiet, refusing the offer of the kunai.

"You got an easier time cutting into people?" Setsuna's eyes start on the floor, but reach up to Itachi's, completely uncomfortable with this. He can handle someone hurting him, but hurting someone who hasn't done anything to him? Not so much.

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA (cw: guns, mentions of violence, language, etc.)

[nottheonlytraveler]

[ooc: Just a head's up that Dean comes from the season 14 season finale of Supernatural. There will be spoilers in his tag and any potential threads.]

i. Arrival

[Dean dreams of Hell often, in spite of the fact that he's been free of the pit for over a decade, now. But he knows better, especially when he wakes up groggy and aching, sulfur and brimstone still echoing throughout the remnants of his dreams; you can take the boy out of Hell, but you can never take Hell out of the boy.

His entire body tenses as he realizes that he isn't, in fact, buried beneath a pile of undead but rather in a room. A room seemingly made entirely out of red.

He hears the voice and he catches sight of the list; the latter of which makes him laugh, hollow and bitter. He doesn't know which is worse: the fact that God ended the world or the fact that he's back in Hell, where some demon or other thinks he can honestly redeem himself after everything he's done.]

That's fucking adorable.

[He's quick to pick himself up and make his way out of the room, down to the...lobby? Shit, he doesn't remember the Pit being this...civilized before. Fuck, this feels like another one of Chuck's jokes; a twist of irony sharp enough to hit him deep beneath his gut.

He approaches the demon who seems to be in charge.]

So, like. If I needed to get out of here in order to get back and stop God from ending the world, where do I go?

[It's a stupid question likely to get him punched in the face. But since when has stupid ever stopped him before?

He doesn't miss the seemingly open bar off in the corner, either; his gaze keeps flicking back to it with obvious longing.]

ii. Stand Your Ground

[Hell's basement is flooded. Even by a Winchester's standards, this entire situation is bizarre. Dean doesn't remember Hell having a basement before; hell, he thought there wasn't anything lower than the very bottom of the Pit in which he found himself stuck.

Apparently tonight is a night in which a lot of Dean's assumptions are going to be proven wrong.

He volunteers if only to keep himself away from the bar. Even in Hell, perhaps especially because he's in Hell, Dean wants nothing more than to throw back a few beers and not think about the fact that he's trapped in Hell while Sam and Cas are stuck fighting the undead. If they aren't already dead themselves.

He shakes his head, lets out a sigh that comes out more like a growl. No. He might be helpless to do anything about Chuck's apocalypse from here, but he's not going to sit around and let Hell creep back into him. He'll take the creepy ass basement with the rodents and the bad lighting, thanks.]

So. Does Hell have ghosts? And will salt work on them?

[He's musing out loud to himself in an attempt to keep his mind off of...well. Everything. His entire body is unnaturally tense, regardless of how cool and calm he tries to present himself. He feels like he could crawl out of his own skin at any minute, and that fact shows in the way his hands are clenched by his side.

The boxes full of stuff are a nice surprise, though. Dean's quick to find an old Walkman and some wires, among other small gadgets. He grins; he can make his own EMF meter again. It's not much, but it might just prove just the sort of distraction he desperately needs.]

iii.Wildcard

[Got a different prompt you'd like to explore with Dean? PM Dean's journal and let's hash it out!]

stand your ground

[noassgardian]

Um, I don't think I've seen ghosts in Hell. Not yet. Just demons and stuff.

[He doesn't think the guy is necessarily talking to him, but Billy has been down here going on four months and he figures he can offer some kind of insight on the matter. He idly slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He'd be a little more unnerved, but it's hardly his first trip down here to try to fix the lighting issue.]

Weird zombie clowns too. Those weren't fun.

Morticia Addams || Addams Family (Classic)

[best_mom]

Reach Up High I
Morticia is waiting patiently for her partner to arrive in an Iron Maiden. She doesn't really intend on scaring the other person by waiting inside the torture device while quietly smoking. The heavy hinges screech as she pushes the coffin like device open and the smoke from under her dress pours out, hiding her feet as she steps down out of it.

Her smile is gentle and serene as she glides towards the table and the knives, "Hello. Are you looking forward to this as well? It is my first punishment."

Follow Me Down I
The beautiful gothic woman wasn't one to shy away from socialising, and even if this atmosphere was one she would have enjoyed more in her tempestuous youth, she can enjoy watching the hellions that are more entertained by wild parties, stripping, and gambling. She keeps a watchful eye over the bar with a fond smile, enjoying a drink that looks like it should burn out her insides based on the violence in the chemical reaction causing it to foam, smoke, and bubble.

Anyone who might be trying to kill or bludgeon some other poor fool might also find Morticia slipping them something a bit more helpful for their task.

Reach Up High I

[noassgardian]

The shout that Billy lets out when someone actually steps out of the Iron Maiden is entirely undignified, so is the way he scrambles back -- and he'd be embarrassed about it if he wasn't expecting some sort of creepy abomination to step out of it.

But then he realizes it's a woman and not some sort of creepy demon about to mess him up before he can so much as cast a spell. He can even appreciate the goth look once his heart doesn't feel like it might be trying to beat out of his chest. "I-- did... someone put you in that thing?"

She looks entirely relaxed though. "Uh, I'm not sure I'd say looking forward to it... it's not my first go around."

Eddie Brock || Venom (MCU)

[chocolate_tots]

stand your ground; prompt ii

[i can't eat them, eddie, Venom informs him unhelpfully.]

You're not supposed to. We're supposed to catch them.

[The man appears to be talking to himself. In his head, his parasite continues in a mocking and guttural tone only Eddie can hear: what is the point of catching something if you can't eat it. let's go find something to eat.]

We will, some big dinner, something nice. We just gotta, you know... figure out how to catch these.

[As soon as he moves towards one of the little floating Coal Tars, it darts away. The moment he turns or stops looking, it floats right on back to start following him again. you suck at this.]

Oh fuck it, you can starve then!

[Eddie hurries faster away, looking over his shoulder to notice there are now three of the Coal Tars-- they are chasing you, maybe they'll get the dinner!]

Shut up!

follow me down; prompt i

No, so many noes. Just, no.

[Eddie is mumbling to himself, to the voice in his head. He can positively feel Venom's glee at the prospect of getting his host high out of his mind on some kind of crazy substance only available in Hell. eddie-]

I said no.

[This time it's angry, and forceful, and not entirely under his breath. Eddie gives an awkward smile to anyone who glances his way. As he's looking away, a liquid-tar-like appendage seeps out of his arm like a tentacle and starts reaching for some scattered pills someone else has left there. They are quickly plopped into the half-full glass of Scotch Eddie has been nursing. The appendage from his parasite slinks back into the host body of Eddie just as quickly, before he notices.]

You don't even know how they'd affect you either.

[Eddie clears his throat and takes a drink, along with a pill that goes down hard and he starts coughing into his hand with a panicked expression on his face. may wanna ask someone what the green ones do.]

stand your ground; prompt ii

[spacebebop]

( Jet is not particularly amused with the whole idea of being drug down to hell (wherever that might be) but that's definitely on the back burner to the task at hand. His goal for the evening was to accomplish bringing in as much as these balloon-headed creatures as he could to the hotel's front desk to get a ticket to that hot gourmet meal. It better be good; it's all he can hope for. After all, it'll be his first fancy meal down in Hell.

He didn't have to go too long before those bobble-headed freaks began to follow him. Try as he might, however, he couldn't quite seem to get a wrangle down on them. The next thing he noticed was that others seemed to have more or less than what was following him--

which sparked an idea to catch someone else's baggage.

The first guy he came up to was a bit short, thin haired, brunette, and seemed to be high. Or drunk. Or just frustrated. Or maybe he just had a special personality which budded out all around him, despite having no one else to benefit from his disposition. In any case, the guy was talking to himself and then promptly telling himself to shut up.

Who was he to judge? They were all in the same boat after all. )

Hey, there..? Seems like you got a bit of a following there. I got an idea. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.

( Jet gestured, with his robotic limb, to his back where his own group of black-heads were following him. His left arm was a strong synthetic that gave him a bit more strength than his real arm was able to. He was tall, muscular, and balding, but had plenty of hair to trace down his cheeks and to his chin. )

Jet Black | Cowboy Bebop

[spacebebop]

𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭
𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓉 ℐ

( Cold. Jet's dealt with cold before, he's dealt with space cold before. Back on the Bebop there were a few times where the heat took a nose dive due to technical difficulties. The hotel was nothing compared to then. Perhaps the reason being was because this particular hotel so happened to be in Hell. As if embers were only feet deep beneath the foundation of Hell's earth. It wasn't anything like he imagined it to be. Yet, there sure were a lot of evidence that this place is exactly what it claims to be.

Jet makes his way to the lobby, he's led there by flickering candlelight and the footsteps of the other inhabitants. The fire in the hearth lit the room adequately enough for Jet to spy some beverages and snacks. Accommodations such as this were a hard swallow and he had to admit this wasn't the kind of Hell he was expecting. Small tokens of comfort like hot chocolate and marshmallow rice cakes belonged in a familiar space like grand-pop's cabin, not in Hell.

Well, while in Rome..

Jet helps himself to a plate of finger foods and a hot cup of coco before he finds himself a seat, by the window, to keep an eye on the rain - "rain " - of crimson and fire. )

𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓉 ℐ

( It didn't take long for Jet to find his steps to the bar. Once things looked a little more safe outside he followed a few other residents from the hotel lobby to outside. The bar was within walking distance, which was nice, it's not like he was about to mount one of these hell hounds to get himself a decent drink. Not that the hell hounds were offered for riding.

He steps in the bar, his synthetic arm held the door open for some other travelers and he follows in shortly afterward.

Jet finds a stool by the bar and takes to it with a huff. What a ride... -that he can't recall. Did he die? Did he pass out? Was this all one big trip? Nah, this was real, just as real as his adventures on the Bebop. Hell, what a place to be alive.

The balding man orders himself something familiar and is all too eager to partake in what will surely be the best damned drink he should ever have in his whole life - this was Hell, after all.. the alcohol better be out of any world. It better be condemned worthy. )

DON'T MIND ME CRASHING IN HERE LATE Follow Me Down I

[pococurante]

[ The problem with being really good at pool is eventually nobody wants to play with you anymore. Or they run out of things to wager. Either way Spike is left alone at the pool table. After fiddling with the cue for a while, he eventually gets bored with that and wanders over to the bar. ]

Sapporo. In a can. I'll open it.

[ The demon bartender glares and grumbles at him. Spike just returns the glare and cracks his knuckles. ]

It better be sealed.

[ He says, his tone a clear warning. ]

Goddamned creeps doping everything.

[ He mutters and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket. And notices the shiny head and bristling beard on the big guy sitting a stool away. Is this real? Or another trick of the demons?

He offers a cigarette. ]

Francis Barton | Marvel Comics / Avengers Next

[knucklesdirty]

I. ARRIVAL

[Francis would say that he doesn't know what he's doing here, but that's not quite true. He's seen the list, the enumeration of his sins, starting with MURDER and then moving on down to his lesser crimes. Most of them he thinks are bullshit-- there's gotta be someplace where you can petition for extenuating circumstances, right? Whoever thought he belonged here clearly didn't understand what his life had been like. Or maybe they just didn't care.

Given the lack of technology he'd spent most of his life dealing with, the jukebox is more of a curiosity than anything. Most of the tech he'd been exposed to after getting away from a world ruined by Ultron had progressed a bit more than jukeboxes. He doesn't recognize the names, but he can pick up on the theme anyway. He puts on Sympathy for the Devil on a lark and then slides up to the self-serve bar. Being from a post-apocalyptic world, the idea of there being age limits on alcohol consumption wasn't something he thought on too hard. Sure, it was something he'd encountered and had to cheat his way past, whether it was cycles of the second moon or harvest seasons. None of the demons seemed like they were gonna stop him, anyway.

So he ends up checking out the lobby and the people filtering through with a drink in hand, until he catches sight of the dart board.]

Hey-- you up for a game?

[There's a jerk of his chin and a smile. He's a kid with a bow in an absurdly purple jacket, clearly this can't possibly be a mistake, right?]


II. STAND YOUR GROUND; v. 1

[Francis doesn't exactly huddle up with strangers for warmth, but he does stay in the lobby, lingering by the fire at first. He nibbles on the snacks that go around, sipping at the drinks that are warm at least. And while he doesn't exactly approach anyone, he's pretty quick to offer the space next to him if someone looks cold. Growing up with the Underground on the run from a robot army meant that heat hadn't always been available-- wasn't like Ultra City was built for the comfort of humans.

He's not one of the first to volunteer, but he does, eventually. Finishing his drink and grumbling about how people are gonna get themselves killed, he ends up agreeing to tag along, even if he doesn't look particularly thrilled about it. It's a front though, and anyone sharp enough can probably catch a certain gleam in his eye at the prospect of having something to shoot at.

He turns out to be pretty good at seeing in the dark, and has a good sense of direction, so he's not too bad at navigating. He's quiet, follows behind his partner, trusts them to be able to keep the light on, at least.]

How the Hell is this place this big, anyway? But I think we wanna go right here.

[Helpful or not, he is the sort to take a pause at the boxes. Maybe you want to advise him against rifling through the contents, but he will probably not listen to you. It's the scavenger in him. He'd say it's not greed so much as survival and the fact that he's still figuring out this place makes him less prone to leave his pockets empty.]


III. REACH UP HIGH; v.1

[So Francis is new enough that he doesn't really know that many people. So his gift-giving is more sporadic. A face that reminds him of someone from home gets a slightly wistful exchange. Or maybe you're just a notably attractive member of your gender and/or species, because Francis is a helpless flirt. And 'gifting' a number of chocolate bars to strangers is a perfect excuse for what he passes off as charm.

In truth it's mostly that he's got a nice smile, that certain lilt to his voice, and he's a particular brand of idiot that some people find attractive. And he is fairly pretty, if tall blondes with blue eyes and nice shoulders is your thing.]

Hey beautiful, I guess we're supposed to be giving out gifts. I've got something for you.

[Will you help him out by taking the demon-branded chocolate? Surely there's nothing shady going on here. He does seem well-meaning more than nefarious, at least, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve getting punched at least once.]


IV. FOLLOW ME DOWN; v.2

[So Francis hadn't actually intended to stay. His plan had been just to grab one drink and enjoy the oddly thrumming music he could feel in his bones, maybe swipe some of the free food for later. He didn't trust this place yet, and didn't trust that they wouldn't try starving them at some point or another. It was Hell.

But, well, somehow leaving seems like a distant concern after that first drink. What's the hurry? It's not like he has plans, or has to worry about his friends getting themselves killed. So it's easy enough to indulge. He's never been a heavy drinker or anything, and has absolutely no idea about drugs, but he lets himself enjoy the atmosphere. Do you like dancing? Francis can probably be talked into it without too much effort.

He's also not too hard to talk up onto the stage, though what songs he knows is a bit scattershot for karaoke, but there's something about him that's a bit of a natural performer. Glib and guile and an easy smile, so he's willing to play along.

He has a fondness for gambling that could get him into trouble in this place, but he's not tipsy enough that wagering pieces of his soul in games that are surely rigged sounds like a good idea, especially if he ever wants to get out of here. But strip poker? That's not too bad. Worst is that some very attractive demon-ladies see his purple underwear, which is an embarrassment he's willing to suffer through. He'll take a seat and open the deck, looking at you other person involved in this questionable venture:]

Hold 'Em or Seven Stud? Branch Nova seems a bit modern for the crowd here.

[#spaceproblems]


V. NETWORK; un: hawkeye

right, we're in hell. the skies are pouring blood, demons are moaning, etc etc I get it.
but important things first: is there a gym- or better yet an archery range- somewhere?
since I'm guessing no one's figured out the departure schedule just yet.


[ooc: Francis is roughly 18/19, just as a heads up! Hit me up on Plurk natalia_vdova if you have questions or wanna plot! He's Hawkeye and Mockingbird's son from a very Bad End Earth, so marvels are free to note the similarities, etc etc.]

reach up high v1

[inbello]

[ Ronan isn't really used to people talking to him in the hallways. He walks through Hell like he walked through life: practically emitting a neon DANGER sign. He's all sharp edges, sharp gaze, a war brought to life and personified. That doesn't make him unnatractive, necessarily; to some people it might make him more so.

He normally wouldn't even bother stopping, and as it is, he's sorry he doesn't have headphones in.

The raven on his shoulder is the reason he stops, though. She eyes the candy bar with a keen beady eye. She loves treats, even if Ronan doesn't always give them to her. She seems to have a knack for knowing when someone is offering Ronan food, and this is no exception. So he stops and considers the unfamiliar other boy. ]

Gifts? You mean like from the devil? Why would anyone even want one?

Impmon/Beelzemon | Digimon Tamers

[dealwiththedeva]

I. Stand Your Ground - Prompt II

Shoo! Buzz off, ya little pests!

[Beelzemon waves a clawed hand at the three Coal Tars following him around. They float around head height, which for him is around nine feet or so. They hover out of the way of his swipe and immediately settle back in the same position when he stops. The Digimon, looking like a cross between a demon and biker in form with a set of angelic wings that are currently tucked in tight, just sighs in a resigned fashion. Honestly, he'd blast them if they were more annoying, but for now he's just going to let them be. Maybe they'll grow tired of him and find someone else eventually.

He'd be almost tempted to think they were some In-Training level Digimon with the way their little forms look, but he was sure any Digimon at that level would've done their very best to avoid a Mega instead of following him around. Only Calumon was really that stupid or reckless in his experience.

He turns towards whoever is watching him with a three-eyed glare, sure that he just heard a chuckle. It's rather effective coming from a giant monster who has a shotgun strapped to his leg that honestly looks almost as big as a small child. Best not to mess with this guy too much.]

What're you lookin' at?

II. Reach Up High - Prompt I

[At first, Beelzemon absolutely refuses to do what's being asked of him. Had he been brought some time ago, he would have relished the thought of inflicting pain upon others, especially humans. Not anymore. Nope, he's not doing this, and he doesn't think anything can make him change his mind. That is until he starts seeing the shallow cuts appear on whoever is with him and feel the small sting of them on his own digital flesh. It clearly distresses him greatly.

Without hesitating or explaining what he's doing, the Digimon strips off a glove and rolls the sleeve of his jacket up, revealing a pale grey arm tipped with sharp, inhuman claws.]

Go on. I can take it. [He's both gotten and dealt out a lot worse damage then this. There's even a small ghost of a smirk on his face.] Just pick one that doesn't have a lot of letters. [Indeed, he doesn't cry, wince, or so much as flinch away as the other person cuts him. He might even be making conversation. When it comes time his turn to do the same, there comes a slight problem. It's clear Beelzemon doesn't know how to read, for the cuts he's making are only the most superficial resemblance to the letters he's supposed to be making.]

III. Wildcard - Network

[That face on the screen definitely looks demonic with the three bright green eyes and grey skin that peeks out from the helmet covering his head. Just in the background, there's a glimpse of a pair of black feathery wings. There's no mistaking him for human. Perhaps he's one of the demons around here? Well, one wouldn't be far off with that guess considering Beelzemon is a Demon Lord Digimon. His voice when he talks is very loud at top-volume, very fast, and has a distinct Brooklyn accent to it that makes it sound like he just walked off the set of Goodfellas. It soon becomes apparent he's another guest like everyone else.]

HELLLLOOOOOO!!! Is anyone out there? Can you hear me??? [It's likely a deaf man would be able to hear Beelzemon at this point.] I know they said we're supposed to be trapped here, but I mean, c'mon, most worlds have an exit door if ya just look hard enough for it. Anyone given that a go yet?

[He also holds up the piece of parchment with his sins on it and his mood seems to go a little more somber for a moment.] Also can any of you tell me what this says? [Someone still hasn't learned to read. The two top sins that can be seen gripped beneath the clawed, gloved hand read 'Murderer' and 'Power-mad.']

Cliff Delumes | Broken Things and Angel Feathers

[thirdrateangel]

Stand Your Ground - Prompt II

[Cliff has been doing his best to capture the coal tars - the least he can do for everyone is to help get rid of pests. The problem is that his sin list is incredibly short, and his nature is much too good for the creatures to have any interest in him.

If he finds someone being swarmed, though, he'll get their attention with a tap on the shoulder.]

Don't take this the wrong way - would you mind luring them this way so I can trap them? They seem to like you.

Reach Up High - Prompt I

[It takes a few attempts to disappear before Cliff accepts that he can't just teleport out - he definitely doesn't have the strength to break out, and he ends up crushing out his cigarette in case he makes the air unbearable in here. At the instructions, he offers his partner an apologetic smile - made worse by the fact that his sin list only has two items - lying, and excessive smoking.]

I can heal your wounds after I make them - if you're alright with getting hurt in the first place.