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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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Kavinsky's enthusiastic retort has Cain smirking wickedly, snorting in soft laughter. His amusement disappears with the nickname though, dark eyes flashing with anger.

"Cain. Not 'hot stuff'," He growls in correction and turns around to give Kavinsky a very obvious once over, his sudden temper dissipating as quickly as it had flared up. Cain steps closer getting in his personal space, looking equal parts like he might suddenly take a swing at or kiss Kavinsky.

"Nah, the thought of some old perv secretly jerking it to me fucking around doesn't really do it for me. If I'm going to have an audience I want to be able to see them."

Kavinsky waggled his eyebrows a little bit, especially at that pointed reaction to what was really just a lovely compliment. And the menace in that face did nothing to dissuade Kavinsky's behavior, after all. Maybe they'd give anyone behind the glass a different show. Kavinsky was scrappy--and he wouldn't mind those hands on him, either.

"Better hope it's someone cute, then," Kavinsky said. "Or ignore anyone that might be back there and focus on whatever we're gonna be doing in here."

A fight between the two of them would likely be interesting. They seem pretty closely matched. But, for the moment, Cain really doesn't feel like taking a swing at the stranger.

He snorts softly in laughter, unable to keep the amused smirk off his face. He might hate to admit it, but he's thoroughly enjoying the challenge Kavinsky is presenting. He can't quite pinpoint what's different about this little exchange that has him grinning instead of annoyed, but he likes it. He likes that the man is holding his ground and calling him out, something that didn't happen back home anymore. He'd fought and won too many fights.

"What makes you think we'd be doing anything, hm? What makes you think I'm interested, -" He pauses, realizing he doesn't know what to call him, "What's your name anyway?"

His actions seem to directly contradict what he's saying, stepping closer to Kavinsky as he speaks, voice lowering.

Kavinsky focused on the machine between them, the gears and rods and phallic implements, perfect for some sort of rough fuck. Acted like he wasn't even paying attention. There was a lovely hint of an accent in Cain's voice, something that was deeply, viscerally familiar, and he liked that. He was always drawn to the other foreigner's kids.

"You planning on taking this for a ride yourself?" Kavinsky let a bit of his own native Bulgarian slip back into his accent. "I suppose I can leave you to it, if you don't want any company."

He was deliberately ignoring the question, but at least it came off casually. What did it matter what his name was? It didn't, not right now. Maybe if they ran into each other again, but not right now.

Kavinsky had a good ear. Cain tried his best to keep his accent from seeping through too much, especially with strangers. When people knew he was a colonist, he tended to get treated a lot shittier. It's definitely there though.

Cain smirked and straightened up.

"This one?" He made a bit of a face, "Ne etot*. They've got to have something a little less..." He sort of thrusted his hips to demonstrate, "Pentrate-y. This is for bitches. I haven't looked in the other rooms. Have you?"

He wasn't exactly thrilled that the guy isn't willing to give him anything to call him, but he couldn't help throw a bit of Russian in there to test the waters.

(*not this one)

The Russian was a little unsettling, but only because of where he'd come up and the friends he'd had. Still, it smacked of the familiar. Kavinsky smirked a little, one eyebrow perking slightly. The demonstrative thrusting helped get the point across especially.

"No, I haven't," he said. His smirk went sweet, inviting, but still with an edge of sinister glee. Well, if this wasn't his speed, they'd just have to find something that was. "Elate s men*." His own Bulgarian was crisper than his Russian would have been, so he slid into it easily. Well, if they were mutually intelligible, for the most part, that's what mattered until they weren't talking any more.

"So...not penetrate-y. Because you'd like to be doing all the penetrating."

(*Come with me)

Welp. He'd sure fucked up and this is what he got for making assumptions from an accent. Honestly, he just wasn't used to running into anyone except a handful of other kids of Russian decent from the New Volga colony.

He blinks at the Bulgarian and then tilts his head almost looking like a dog who's heard a noise they can't quite figure out. The sentence should be simple, but the two languages were different enough that he doesn't catch any of it.

"What's that? Serbian?" His guess is close at least. He shrugs an apology, "Thought you might speak Russian."

Oops.

"Yeah. Exactly," At least that part is loud and clear, "There's gotta be something a bit more fun around here. I've never fucked a machine. You?"

"Oh, I speak Russian," Kavinsky assured with a lazy sort of a smile. He was already starting to move away from their current machine, thinking if he'd seen one that might be a bit more fuckable. "Don't get away from that, coming up in Bulgaria."

He couldn't be too upset, mistaken for Serbian. At least it sounded like an earnest sort of question.

But they get a move on, moving away from this machine. Kavinsky checked in on the next, and the next. "Not as such. And I don't mind the penetrate-y stuff, so it's never been a problem for me."

"You-" Cain tilts his head and then looks annoyed when Kavinsky simply shrugs and tells him calmly that he speaks Russian after spitting Bulgarian at him, "Dolboyeb*."

He follows Kavinsky regardless.

"Bulgarian, huh? Your family in New Volga as well?" He doesn't have any reason to believe Kavinsky isn't from the same time and universe he is. More than half of Earth wasn't inhabitable and, as far as he understood, almost all slavs had ended up in the colonies. Certainly, no one their age was from 'Russia' or 'Bulgaria'. Not in the way that Kavinsky means at least.

He tilts his head again to eye Kavinsky when he mentions liking being penetrated, eyes raking down his body assessingly.

"Oh yeah?"

[*fucker/shithead]

Kavinsky laughed and grinned at the reaction. His smile was still in place, teasing, even as Cain said things that he didn't necessarily understand. A place that wasn't his own. There was lots of that here. But if he was honest, he could construe what New Volga meant: colonies somewhere, and a place that was defined by Eastern Europeans who would gravitate to each other.

"Virginia," he corrected. "But just my mother and I."

He didn't delve further. Instead, he stepped into a room full of racks and benches, and a wall full of floggers and shockers and pin wheels and all sorts of things that turned pain pleasurable. Kavinsky considered it thoughtfully, then turned back toward the door.

"No, maybe not."

"Virginia? Never heard of it. Is that one of the stations? A ship?" He tilts his head a little at the way Kavinsky specifies it had just been him and his mother. Cain hadn't really specified. Family encompassed all of it in his mind. Hell, half the time it meant friends, found family, or people you were barely related to.

He's quickly distracted by the array of things in this new room, stepping inside and wandering over to some items he didn't immediately recognize. There's a quiet buzzing noise followed by a hissed string of curses as Cain quickly yanks his hand back, glaring at whatever he'd started messing with. He'd definitely found the shockers.

He looks over his shoulder as Kavinsky backs out. There might not be a machine in here but this was definitely a room he wanted to explore at some point. Actually use anything in here? Maybe not, but some of this stuff looked like fun... in a non-sexy way.

"It's a state, dumbass," Kavinsky said, a bit of a small and a laugh in place because he couldn't imagine somewhere where the whole state of Virginia just didn't exist.

He stayed by the door, surprised by his own anxiety about a room set up remarkably like the torture rooms. Cain was looking at him, and he leaned casually against the door frame like there was no bother.

"You done?" he asked. "I think there's a glory hole in the next one. We can pretend we don't know each other." They didn't, of course. "Davay*."

(*Come on)

"You... Do you mean you're from Earth?! You?!" He's legitimately shocked. There's just no way it's possible. This guys seemed way too trashy to be from some rich Earth family. Honestly, Cain has his suspicions that he's lying.

Whether he's from Earth or not, it's pretty obvious that Kavinsky has no interest in this room and Cain's interest is only in poking at things. He'd pocket a few of them... if he had pockets, but as it was, he was happy enough to come back another time and 'borrow' stuff.

"We don't know each other. You won't even give me a fake name," He mutters, but does wander out of the room. A glory hole didn't sound half bad.

The response was so comically surprised that Kavinsky couldn't help but chuffing up a little bit. If he knew that Cain was considering him too trashy to be wealthy, Kavinsky would have set him straight: he was trashy and loaded.

"Does it matter?" he asked, raising a brow. They stepped back out into the hall, and Kavinsky wandered a few open doors until he found the one he was looking for. In the room, there was a partition that didn't quite reach the ceiling but which separated it neatly, except for a hole just about waist height on the partition. You wouldn't see whoever was on the far side of it from the door.

Kavinsky stepped toward the partition, prepared to slip behind it. "Just call me Koshmar*."

(*Nightmare)

Cain tries and fails to stifle his laughter at the suggestion, breaking into a wide grin before attempting to force a straight face.

"Right... you don't seem like much of a koshmar to me. More like... koshka. Meelee malenkey kotyenok*," He smirks, "It's not a bad nickname... so, Koshka, it is."

The setup in the room is pretty simple, though Cain inspects both sides unhurriedly.

"Not really a machine is it?"

He gets it. The appeal of anonymity, though the fact that they're walking in here together sort of ruins that a bit. And all either of them will have is a wall. No hair to grab, no way to watch how this guys lips will look with his cock in his mouth. It almost seems like a waste.

(koshka = cat; then he says 'a cute little kitty')

Kavinsky rolled his eyes, lingering at the edge of the partition. He peered around him, hummed vaguely. There was nothing back there but a small bench, but he could still look at it consideringly. What there was were small screens on both sides of the wall. Presumably for porn, as it would be in any booth shop. Or, Kavinsky supposed, so whoever was doing the fucking could see what was happening on the adverse side of the partition.

"You're awfully picky, you know," he said, teasingly. "Do you even know what you're looking for?"

As he spoke, he casually opened his jeans, reaching down them to play with himself a little. His gaze moved hungrily over Cain's body. He knew what he was looking for, right this moment, and it didn't necessarily need toys or machines.

Maybe he was being picky, not that he's about to admit this asshole who won't even give him a name was right. He hadn't even realized this part of the club had existed and hadn't had any intention of getting down and dirty with anyone. He hadn't been looking for anything and maybe that was the issue.

Kavinsky, however, knew just how to hook him. His gaze slid down to unabashedly watch Kavinsky tug his pants open, his own expression shifting into something heated with desire. And he's reeled in before even realizing it.

Forgetting about the partitions and elaborate setup, he closed the distance between them, backing Kavinsky against one of the fake walls. The impact was almost dangerous, making the flimsy partition waver slightly. Cain didn't even notice. His hands were already tugging at Kavinsky's shirt, pressing his thigh between Kavinsky's legs to grind up against him as he crashed their lips together hungrily.

Kavinsky was aware of the shift in the partition only because he was pressed up against it, but he didn't mind or really pay it much attention. Instead, he pressed up against the thigh between his legs, lifted his hands to grab at Cain's hair and tugged slightly as they fell quickly into a filthy kiss.

Just because he wanted to didn't mean he was going to give it up easy. Well, not too easy, anyway.

Feeling Kavinsky's fingers in his hair, the light tugging, earns him a guttural groan muffled against his lips. The little pulls aren't quite as rough as he liked yet, but he's encouraging the move in the right direction.

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

It was an aggressive grab, which Kavinsky didn't mind at all. He was, as ever, aware of his size, the way he filled out against Cain's palm, but that wasn't something he was going to draw attention to while Cain seemed intent on knocking the partition over.

He pressed back against Cain, pushing them away from the partition before they went crashing to the ground. His grip in his hair got more aggressive, the kiss more filthy and demanding.

Kavinsky grinned against Cain's mouth and bit his lower lip. "Is that it? C'mon."

Stumbling back a few steps from Kavinsky's push while still tangled together made it half feel like they were fighting, locked together wrestling, rather than making out. Something Cain isn't strictly opposed to.

The bite to his lip draws a growled groan from Cain and he answers it by tangling his free hand into Kavinsky's hair, tugging as he got his lip free and went after him, biting where he could. His teeth end up on Kavinsky's jaw and the bite is followed by sucking on the spot, pulling on his hair to tilt his head to the side so he could work down to his neck, biting, bruising, and licking over the skin he'd grazed with his teeth.

He took another half step back to try to steady them both and further wrapped his hand around Kavinsky's hardening dick, squeezing slightly as he gave him a stroke, his own hips rocking forward to grind against him as he did.

He was going to be left with marks, and Kavinsky had absolutely no problem with that. Let people see the mischief he got up to, let them see what fun he was having. He groaned softly and tilted his head back, rocking his hips forward into Cain's touch.

"C'mon," he growled, pawing at Cain's body as well, getting his hands on him through his clothing still, but he wanted skin. "You just gonna kiss and jerk me off? C'mon, I'm good for whatever you want."

Cain wasn't exactly settled in and he'd gone exploring before checking out his room or unpacking his stuff which meant he was still in his spacesuit. It definitely made things a little more problematic than they had to be, it was all one piece. A pain in the ass. Kavinsky had done pretty good opening the front of the suit to push his hands inside, but he still had to actually take it off.

He grabbed a handful of Kavinsky's shirt, still bunched up around his neck and arms, using it to attempt to control the situation a little better, almost keeping the Kavinsky at arm's length.

"Now, that's not fucking true," He gestured with a nod of his head toward the door, the room with the whips and bondage. Not that he'd been dead set on any of that, but challenging him gave Cain a chance to get his thoughts together.

"Hey-" He paused, flinching slightly at the question he's about to ask, but he can't think of any better way to phrase it, "-This might sound like a bit of a downer, but we are dead, right? There's no going back?"

At this point, he wasn't worried about sinning or about Abel. He was worried about himself and his fucking mission. He hated that he was more than likely dead and in an afterlife he didn't even believe in and was still worried about fucking up his damn mission because he didn't want to go back to prison. Not that he was wholly convinced this guy wouldn't lie to get laid, but it was worth asking anyway.

"I mean, I am," Kavinsky informed helpfully. It wasn't a conversation he necessarily wanted to have when he was trying to pry someone out of some sort of--wetsuit? Something skin tight and lovingly accenting. But there it was.

He shrugged a little bit. He was pretty sure that they were all dead, but plenty of people had argued with him about that, so he wasn't about to make a fuss out of it right now, some sort of existential argument for their deaths and this being the after life.

"Are we talking about that right now, or did you want to get your dick wet?" He tried to push his hips forward, really pushed and peeled at the clinging fabrics covering Cain's body. "You gonna need help getting back into this when we're done?"

Cain's nose wrinkled in something just shy of a snarl as he caught one of Kavinsky's wrists, not quite pushing his hand away, just keeping him still. Of course, a hand on Kavinsky's wrist meant he had less leverage in keeping him at arm's length, which the other man unsurprisingly seemed to instantly take advantage of.

"You are what? Dead or down for anything?

And, yeah, we're talking about it right now. It makes a fucking difference. A big fucking difference," He growled not entirely thrilled about turning this guy down, but he wasn't about to potentially throw away his mission and land himself back in prison for a random hook up.

Despite what he was saying, he shrugged out of the sleeves of the suit, gravity already starting to peel the suit down over his hips. Maybe he was just in denial. The list. The whole feeling like he'd been pulled down, which made no sense because the last thing he remembered was being on the Reliant in the middle of a dogfight with a Teron ship. And they'd fired at him, him and Abel. He was pretty sure he'd died.

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