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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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As soon as John gets to the boxes he's already tiptoeing for that extra little bit of height, opening the lids and rifling through them, trying to see if there's anything of value he can take even though he can hardly see shit with the poor ambient lighting.

"Why? Looking for knickers to sniff?" he teases, snickering and clearing his throat as he brings the box down and snaps his fingers at Billy to bring some light over.

"Think these can be useful." Some kitschy stuff like bones and dreamcatchers and incense sticks, the kind of baubles they sell in those new age shops like gemstones that you charge auras in or some such shite, but in amongst the knick-knacks he's sure he can find something useful.

"Ew. That seems like it'd be more your thing." But he is helping himself to a couple pieces of clothes. Just no underwear, thank you. He's content poking through his own box for a bit-- at least until he sees the stuff John's digging through, and then he's switching his attention to that rather quick.

"Oh, hey, cool." None of it's probably really that useful, not instant escape useful at least, but Billy's snooping as much as he can anyway.

"Hey, there you go. Alligator's claw, John." He reaches in to pluck it up and bring it closer to inspect a bit.

"It's supposed to be way luckier than a rabbit's foot, you know. Especially for money matters, gambling... Maybe you should keep it on you. Even if it's probably just wishful thinking." But they kind of all need all the luck they can get, right?

John shrugs, which is the usual neither confirming nor denying that knicker sniffing is anywhere up or down the list of things he occasionally does on days ending with -y. Which is to say that he probably has done, at some point, although whether it does anything for him or not is not something he's going into right now.

"Just as well no one believes in that or Wanker 'nd Cuntnugget will be missing feet. Let's keep that aside and keep looking." He could think of several uses for an alligator's claw. And not necessarily for money matters or gambling.

"...oi. What're you saying? I don't gamble. Much. Or 'ave money problems. Down 'ere." He shoots Billy an irritated look and crosses his arms, stepping back a little as his shoulders start to rise a bit.

"You know no one else is going to call those poor rabbits that besides you, right?" Maybe Kavinsky, but he's still half-sure he just wants to eat them.

"I'm not judging. It wasn't even an insult, John. I was telling you to take a good luck charm... You know, for luck. It was meant to be nice." See? That's why he doesn't get as much snuggling and cooing and general fussing as Wanker and Cuntnugget. Totally gets grouchy.

But fine, while John looks annoyed, Billy shoves the charm in a pocket in his own jeans and goes back to digging through the box a little more. "Well, I guess we won't run out of incense anytime soon, at least."

"I gave you the chance to name them," John points out unhelpfully. The moment's passed and the names are set in stone now, so that's too bad on Billy's part.

"Won't be needing those. They'll give everyone a headache." John pulls up his trouser legs at the knees and crouches down to rifle through his side of the box.

"Here. Feathers. Can you tell what type?" He pulls a fistful of them out. Some are in little plastic bags and others are just loosely in the bottom of the box. It might be just what he needs to get out of here.

"Yeah, well, I was stupid and thought you'd name them something normal."

He looks over when John speaks up again, looking at the feathers quietly for a moment. "That one looks like a peacock. I think the others are hen or turkey feathers... I don't recognize the others. Everything in this box reminds me of a new age or pagan shop... think they raided one?"

He gives a shrug. "It's probably only a matter of time until we run across a smudge stick or something."

Wanker and cunt are perfectly normal parts of Constantine's vocabulary. Maybe not 'cuntnugget' but it's fast getting up there with how often he yells at them.

He swipes the peacock feather and shoves the tip of it into his back pocket. He's used it before in several rituals. He knows it'll come in handy.

"Don't know how they'd get any of this rubbish down here." Not that he's going to complain about it since he's getting something out of it. This stuff is much more useful than old clothes. He leaves the box to Billy and starts ripping open the next one, sticking his hand into it without knowing what's inside until he touches something goopy and warm. The blond yelps and quickly retracts his hand. This is how idiots lose their arms.

"What?" Billy's jumping back because John is, basically. He's not losing an arm or any other limb to a bunch of dusty old boxes, thanks. Who knows what kind of demonic critters are running around down here, right?

"What is it?" John looks like he's okay...

"Nothing." Probably just something old and mouldy and disgusting. John rubs his thumb over his fingerpads. Still feels a little gross.

"Was like shoving a hand up a va-... mm. Yeah." He just assumed Billy would know what a vagina feels like. He knows his way around cocks and arseholes plenty, literally and proverbially, so Constantine's just making assumptions about teenagers being... experimental.

Tossing the box aside and hoping he hasn't just let loose a nest of snakes, John starts opening up the last box. This time he checks before he puts his hand anywhere.

"Might need to go in deeper to keep looking. Aren't we here for a fuse box?" He's expecting something with switches or levers mounted onto the wall. They're not going to find that inside a box, hopefully.

Yeah, no. He's not confirming or denying if he's ever had his hand anywhere near a vagina in a musty old basement.

Instead, he rolls his eyes and passes around John, giving him a nudge along the way. "I didn't really need the mental image of disembodied genitalia in boxes, John, but thanks. At least it wasn't some weird tentacle... thing."

Because tentacle monsters seem to just go hand-in-hand with Hell, in his opinion.

"Yeah, somewhere down here presumably. They didn't really draw us a map though."

"Why would there be a squid in a box?" John asks. For someone whose mind perpetually lives in the dirty alleyways, he can ask some innocent questions sometimes.

"Let's keep looking, if you're done rummaging." It wasn't the most fruitful scavenger hunt but Constantine's glad that he got the feather and the claw. Just a couple fewer things he has to grovel and beg for to get his escape plan working.

"Oh, John... never look up Japanese porn on the internet." If he ever even gets on the internet. For a guy who's really not that old, he sure doesn't seem to care about technology all that much.

"Yeah, sure. Let's try this way, I guess." It looked as good as any other at least.

"I can't believe they're making us do their job for them again. I guess we should be glad there's not one behind us with a whip again."

Probably too late for that. If he's seen anything though he's probably more partial to schoolgirls and train groping. Besides, the internet doesn't have the kind of information he needs to do his job, there's no real reason to be on it. All he's going to get is people trying to reach him to ask for favours or get him to pay back money he owes.

"Maybe we were guests the first night, but it's hell. There's not even supposed to be a hotel in hell." As if he's some kind of expert on the subject matter. You'd think he would be considering how many times countless people have told him to go to hell. Do you think they were expecting a hotel smack bang in the middle of it? Of course not.

"Besides, you lot just want your wifi and your Fortnights. Demons aren't hospitality staff and hoteliers. They don't need this back up and running as much as you do."

"Last time I was in Hell, it was for a few days, and it was with my dad." Yeah, there's finger quotes there. He's a dad only in the sense that it's where he got his soul from.

"Considering he's the lord of that part of Hell, I can't say it was too uncomfortable as long as I played along. Playing along was the crappy part... but no, there wasn't a hotel there either. Just more hellscape, more torture..."

He makes a face. "Fortnights? That's not even..." how you say it, but you know what. Nope. Once they get the lights back on, he'll just try to get him to play an actual video game for once.

"Are you saying you don't want the electricity back? Even if you don't want the wifi, it makes things easier."

"Yeah? He showed you around? Sounds like a lovely bloke." It's hard to tell whether John's being sarcastic or an arsehole. Possibly both. He's taking everything Billy's saying in his stride though. That ought to at least count for something.

"Not saying I don't want it back. Just saying I could live without it. We all could." Of course, Constantine isn't turning back. He's not really down here to fix their problem - he rarely ever fixes anything. He's just... stretching his legs.

He turns to Billy to say something else but he gets interrupted by a voice down the hallway muttering at them. He'd heard the rattling against the wall from the chains but hadn't seen a strung up demon yet. Which certainly means he's getting right up close to it.

"...shite."

"Real father of the year, definitely. Should've got him a mug."

And they could all live without it, it's true. Maybe one day they will have to, who knows... but right now? Billy would prefer the convenience.

At least until he hears the chains rattling around. "Oh, come on. I was joking about them keeping stuff tied up down here to eat us..."

If this is some giant hell beast or something...

He gives John a look when he moves forward, reaching out to try to catch his arm. "Hey, watch it--"

"I'm alright love," he reassures, giving Billy's arm a light push away. He might have his head inside the jaws of certain death but John's more excited and curious than afraid.

John snaps his fingers in front of the demon, moving his head trying to look up into its eyes. His gaze flickers to the chains on the wall and he reaches out to touch one, giving it a light tug.

"Think 'e knows where the fuse box is?" John asks. Of course he's not being serious. Is he?

"Well, I guess it is chained up..." And half dead from the looks of it. Possibly entirely dead?

Except he thinks it's looking around a little bit. Maybe a little nervously actually.

"Gee, I don't know... wanna ask him?" He makes a face when John starts tugging at its chains.

"You're not gonna let it go, right? C'mon. It's a demon... it's about time it's one of them in chains and not us."

"I happen to be an expert in demons," John points out, taking a small step back and crossing his arms. This stance makes him look taller and more authoritative, right?

He has no idea what he's dealing with or who's chained up in front of them, why they're chained up and how to put them back into the chains should things go sideways, but clearly none of that's really the point.

"I think we should set it free and see what happens."

"Or leave it up and watch it rot," Billy suggests with a slightly bitter twist to his mouth. But after a moment, he relents. Fine--

Billy leans in a little bit closer to it, watching its response carefully.

"Okay, fine. I guess we can let him go if you want. You got a spell to undo chains?"

"What do I look like, a dominatrix?" Escape artistry is not part of a dominatrix's repertoire. He knows that. Also, don't answer that question.

Constantine's magic is different from Billy's. Sounds different, feels different. But the end result is more or less the same. The shackles fall away with a muttered incantation and John takes a step back, grabbing Billy by the shoulders and shoving him forward.

"He'd like to know where the fuse box is. Also if you're hungry, he's tastier than me." Classy as always, is John Constantine.

"You'd need more leather for that." But yeah, no. He's not even touching the dominatrix stuff any deeper than that--

Mostly because he's trying to shove him into a demon. "John!"

Fortunately, the demon seems to just stumble now that its out of its chains, looking pathetically confused and not entirely certain what to do.

Fortunate because it gives Billy enough time to whip around and give him a swat on the arm. "See if I make you anything to eat again. I'm giving it to our friend here."

He crosses his arms and turns his attention back to the demon. "But he is right. Can you show us to the fuse box before you go-- wherever you're gonna go? Or point the direction at least."

Billy's weirdly not that worried. The thing is pathetic looking and honestly, he's dealt with demons before. He's fairly sure he can handle this one if it does try to take any bites out of him.

"How is he your "friend" already? He hasn't even done anything yet," John protests. Of course, it's probably no skin off his nose if Billy did get eaten, given how willing he is to sacrifice him to the demon.

"Oi," John snaps his fingers in front of the demon to get its attention. "Fuse box. Do you understand?" He mimics a clicking noise flicking an imaginary switch up and down. He points to the lantern and opens and closes his hand. That's about as good as John can manage for playing charades.

"Because he didn't shove me into a demon, which is more than I can say about some people present." And to the demon's credit, he hasn't even run away from John acting like a dumbass yet.

It does point in a direction at least, whether it's just a random direction or an attempt to get them to go, who knows. Either way, Billy gives a shrug.

"Alright, come on. I think you're freaking it out anyway."

"How's he supposed to do that when he's locked up there? Hm? This can't all be my fault." Billy's obviously just making this up as he goes along.

"Right then. Run along now before we change our minds. He's got a mean streak about him." That balances things out a bit, right?

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