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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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Reach Up High - I
Kavinsky wasn't prone to honesty in any sense of the word, and he was not prone to self-discovery or growth, and he was not prone to revealing himself to other people. In fact, if questioned, he would lie and fabricate and hedge as much as he could. This was a survival technique, but it was also just a thing that he did because he liked it.

He also liked knives. He also liked watching people squirm.

While he was alone, he played with the knife, doing that trick of stabbing into the table between his fingers with increasing speed. And when someone finally joined him and they were informed what they were supposed to do, Kavinsky whistled low.

He pointed at the other with the blade of his knife. "Maybe you should go first. My list is pretty fuckin' long."

Follow Me Down - I cw: underage drinking and drug use
Kavinsky didn't need Hell's drugs to have a good time. He had his own. Plus a little extra for anyone that caught him in a good mood.

There was loud music, people talking like they weren't in Hell, strong drinks. It was the sort of thing that Kavinsky really liked about having snuck into bars back in Virginia and Maryland. He felt bright and alive, even through the milky haze of his drug and liquor.

That was becoming a regular thing for him. Catch him at most any time and he was stoned or rolling, drunk or well on his way. Starting his fourth month in Hell shouldn't make that much of a difference to him. If anything, this was an improvement over Henrietta, and he'd stand by that.

Plus. Karaoke. Who could say no to that?

He glanced to his left, the person that had just rolled up to look at the book of songs as well. "Any requests?"

Follow Me Down - II cw: underage drinking and drugs, potential for sex with a minor (17) - m/m only for smut
Kavinsky loved the club. Bright and loud and thumping, music, people all around. He didn't care so much about the dancers, but he did enjoy the atmosphere, and that everyone just let go even more in a place like this.

There were the machines of course, which Kavinsky was more than happy to investigate, especially if he had a friend at his side. But more than that, he was interested in those drinks traveling around.

Kavinsky didn't need a potion to get into this kind of mindset, but a little liquid encouragement never hurt anyone. And, besides, he could always hold onto it for someone else.

It was a good time, and he was going to have a good night, blissed out or not.

Shion was struggling futiley when he was shoved in the room. He still wasn't fully aware of what was going on but he understood enough. He was in hell. Hell apparently existed outside of long banned books and he was here.

Struggling was useless and soon he was in a room, facing another boy with their lists of sins and two knives between them. That voice spoke again, of honesty and redemption and a task. Part of him wanted to believe the voice, to give in and do what it was saying.

The other half was panicking. He threw himself at the door, stumbling back as the door didn't even budge. Then the other boy spoke and he span around, looking at him with wild red eyes, tracking the knife.

"What? No. We can't..." He shook his head. He wasn't going to cut someone. He's not even that afraid of being cut himself but cutting someone else, causing them harm like that. No. His breath comes quicker as he tries to stay calm, to focus.

This kid.

It was unkind to call anyone that when he was only seventeen himself, but he couldn't help it with this overwrought reaction about everything. So it was a bit of blood. So they were locked in. Kavinsky could say he'd been through worse even before he had. This wasn't a damn thing.

"Christ," he said, brows furrowed together. "The sooner you finish your wailing..."

Shion pressed himself further against the door, trying to remember to breathe, to stay focused. Now the other boy was angry and he probably had a right to be. Nezumi forever was telling him he wasn't ready for the real world, wasn't ready for it's horrors.

He had thought after the correctional facility he would have been, that those horrors were enough to make him stronger. But now he was dead and still he couldn't bring himself to touch the knife, to hurt another person.

To even contemplate hurting another person, even if the paper with his sins had murder right there, at the top.

"I... No... We... This is wrong."

"Yeah. Welcome to Hell."

Kavinsky stepped closer, eyebrow raised, face screwed up in a derisive sneer. They were taking too long--a rapid, aching cut slashed across the back of his hand, not quite bleeding just yet but giving that rapid sting, like a paper cut.

"Listen, kid. The sooner you stop being a little pussy about all this, the sooner you can go run and hide."

He held the knife out. "But I got a long list and plan on doing it in Cyrillic, so you better go first."

A pain slashed along his arm and made him jump. It wasn't the other boy, he wasn't close enough, he hadn't moved. It wasn't much, barely a scratch but the idea of it, that harm could be done out of nowhere was terrifying. Everything was pretty terrifying and this boy was sneering at him. He couldn't... He... He saw the boys hand as he held out the knife, there was a cut there too.

"You... You're hurt. Something hurt you." He doesn't want to take the knife, he can't hurt this boy. He can't take a knife and deliberately bring pain to someone else. It's wrong, he can't. But something is hurting him regardless. Welcome to Hell, Shion barely understands the concept, a place of punishment. This boy seemed so calm about it, more angry, angry at Shion for being scared, for being weak. In many ways like Nezumi would be angry at him, if he could see him right now.

"And it's gonna keep doing it, to both of us, if you don't buck up, buttercup."

He pressed the handle of the knife against the kid's chest, stepping in until they were close, just the knife itself holding them apart. His grin was feral.

"Quit stalling," he said. "The sooner you do it, the sooner you can pretend none of this ever happened. Where you wanna mark me up, sweet boy?"

"No it..." It can't? He's not that naive. Not anymore. But still the idea that this boy will be hurt because of Shion's actions, or his inaction. There is no good choice here. Either he hurts this boy or this boy is hurt because of him.

What he wants to do is sink into the floor and scream and hope that somehow this whole situation solves itself. But it won't. He knows that. But he's stalling. He tries to take a breath, it comes out much shakier than he wanted. The knife is up against his chest, the boy is too close and he's trapped.

Just do it and pretend nothing happened? He's not sure he can do that. He won't be able to forget. His hand comes up to touch the knife, but he's shaking too much. "I can't... I won't hurt you."

It's a whisper, he knows he's trapped. He knows that essentially he has no choice. But he also can't bring himself to actually take the knife, to cut into skin, to draw blood.

"Christ."

It was a sneering sort of curse, brought on by another vicious little prick of a cut, this time on his cheek.

He shifted his grip on the knife a little and tugged at the other guy's sleeve. His expression was stern, unsympathetic at this point. "Fine, if you're just gonna pussy out about it, I'll start getting mine out of the way, then."

Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | OTA

Reach Up High I

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