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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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[ James huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head a little as he watches Peter stretch out. His eyes fall to that hand on his thigh, but he does nothing to discourage the touch. If anything he spreads his legs apart while shifting closer, downing the rest of his drink and reaching across the counter to pick up the new one. ]

Yeah, because you're so smooth, aren't you?

[ He winks at Peter, taking a first sip from his freshly poured glass. James may lack in subtlety, but one couldn't argue with the results. And he's had little reason to complain, as of late. ]

I'm out of practice.

[But no, he's never really been smooth or subtle. Peter keeps his hand where it is, slowly sliding up as he continues enjoying his drink]

I'm sure we can work that stiffness out of you.

[ The double entendre was clear and very much intentional, James's smile widening across his face. He kept drinking from his glass like he wasn't intensely focused on that hand trailing up his leg, even though the touch got more and more distracting the higher up it went.

His fingers brushed lightly over Peter's wrist, further encouraging him by ghosting over the pulse point. ]

That would be very helpful. You're pretty generous for someone who lives in hell.

[His fingers pause when they get to James's crotch, lightly grazing the area before moving back down James's thigh again]

Think of it more as a quid pro quo kind of deal. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

[ He smiles against the rim of his glass, drawing in a slow breath when Peter's touch slides closer to between his legs, only to move back down, closer to his knee. He downs the rest of drink in one go then, not that it's the best idea but James appreciates the way it burns while sliding down his throat. ]

I can go along with that.

[He repeats the movement, trailing his hand up to tease James's crotch only to move it back down again. He's teasing now, but they are in hell. It feels like the thing to do]

[ James's lips twitch minutely when Peter repeats the motion. A tease, then. Not that he doesn't like it. In fact, he stays right where he is, legs spread wide, trying to invite him closer and tempt that wandering hand to reach up higher with the next touch.

The bartender fills his glass again, and he downs half of it promptly. The drink isn't really what's keeping his attention anymore, but he keeps up the pretense nonetheless. ]

Got yourself a deal. [ He purrs lowly, and his hand rests near Peter's, fingers tracing over his wrist. ] Should we find ourselves a quiet little booth, or do you wanna get out of here?

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[It's really a question of which one gives into their temptation first. Peter finishes his drink, and then the one after that. The alcohol is a lot stronger than he expected but it's loosening him up just enough, so he doesn't think too much of it.

His eyes flick over to James]

I think I'd rather just get out of here.

[There are probably plenty of quiet booths, but it'll be even quieter out of the club]

[ Yeah, James isn't exactly a champion when it comes to resisting temptation, but at least he manages to keep his hands to himself for now. When Peter chooses leaving, he nods, deciding he can wait until they're out of here. ]

Well, I don't have to share a room. So it's pretty private there.

[ He raises an eyebrow, questioning even as he gets to his feet, finishing his drink and waiting for Peter to get up too. ]

Good to know.

[Peter finishes one more drink, setting the empty glass down when he's done. He gets up from his seat, waiting for James to lead the way. Peter is still new to the area and hasn't learned his way just yet]

[ James wastes no time whatsoever, and as soon as Peter's ready to go, he leads the way out of the bar. It's a short walk from there to the hotel, and James doesn't really bother filling the silence with small talk. That's not really his style.

They take the lift to the top floor, James leaning close to Peter on the ride up, a faint smirk on his lips just as the doors pull open. He steps outside and walks them to the door to the suite he shares with three other people, crossing the shared living area and pushing open the door to his room, gesturing for Peter to go in. ]

After you. [ He follows suit, closing the door behind them. The room is fairly simple, not much in the way of decoration, just a couple of books and a journal set down on a desk by a corner, and a wood carving of a wolf on his nightstand. Whatever else he has is put away in the closet and the dresser. ]

[Good, because it's not really Peter's style, either. Not anymore. So they'll just walk in silence until they get to the room. He feels James leaning in and lets his fingers graze down the man's back, stopping when he gets to James's waist.

He smirks and walks in. He only does a quick glance of the room before turning back to James. Peter leans in, tilting James's head to kiss him]

[ James wouldn't mind making the first move himself, but the pause after he closes the door is pretty exciting, and having Peter approach him instead is downright thrilling. He hums against Peter's lips the moment he leans in for a first kiss, his head tilting to fit their mouths together, one hand cradling his neck while the other curls over his midsection, pulling him closer. ]

[Peter nibbles on James's lower lip, his own hand finding its way to the man's back and doing that slow trail down to his waist again. He likes the touch on his neck and reciprocates, fingers feeling through James's hair.

If James submits to the nibbling, Peter will slide his tongue in to heat up their kiss]

[ James doesn't really submit. That's not his thing. But he does accept the advance, and he parts his lips willingly, pushing back into the kiss with just as much fervor and dedication. His own fingers curl tighter into Peter's hair, keeping their heads close and their mouths slotted tightly together.

His other hand skims down Peter's waist, resting over his hipbone, fingers digging into flesh over his clothes. ]

[At the moment they're making out in the middle of the room. After a few moments of heated kissing, Peter feels like some movement is needed. He tugs back on James's hair, nudging his hips to try getting the other to move. Some sort of flat surface would be helpful right now]

[ James doesn't need a lot of encouragement. The moment he feels Peter trying to urge him, he acts accordingly, humming against his lips as he grips his sides tightly, then pushes him back against the nearest wall. They nudge just barely against the table nearby, but he's more preoccupied with pinning Peter to the wall, one knee pressing between Peter's legs as he tilts his head and pushes his tongue into his mouth, hands already fumbling with Peter's shirt so he can slip them underneath the fabric. ]

[He grunts a little as he feels himself pushed up against the wall. He could get out of it, but he likes the feeling of James's knee where it is. In fact, Peter gets his hands on the guy's ass to pull him even closer. His tongue answers back against the prodding, groaning. Soon his hands venture up to push past James's shirt, too, letting his nails dig into the skin a little]

[ James hums deep in his throat. That's good but not good enough, and he grinds his hips harder against Peter, his own nails digging harder into flesh, encouraging Peter to do the same. James isn't looking for gentleness here, and he's hoping Peter's the kind of guy who likes things rough. Maybe not as rough as him, but at least enough to make it exciting. ]

[He isn't surprised to feel the other getting a little more rough with him. They are in Hell, after all. Being gentle would feel out of place. It isn't really what Peter wants, anyway. He slides his hands around to the front, shoving his hands up until they find James's nipples. He pinches them with his fingers and gives them a hard twist as he grinds up against the other]

[ James usually doesn't get too rough on a first time, but he's sure some shoving and handling won't put the guy off. This is almost tame when it comes to him, honestly.

He moans when fingers find his nipples and pinch them, his back arching and hips pushing back against Peter's. His hands claw at skin, fisting Peter's shirt in his hands as he starts tugging it up forcefully, eager to get it off of him. ]

[He lets out a low growl, pulling back just long enough for James to pull his shirt off and toss it away. Peter quickly does the same for the other before getting his hands on the exposed skin. Noting how James responded to it, he pinches one nipple again as the nails on his other hand dig into flesh as he rakes them up and down the length of James's back.

He rocks back against the man, trying to shift his legs in such a way that he can pull James even closer. Of course he could just do it with his mind, but where's the challenge in that?]

[ Now, that's easier. Too bad James doesn't have a lot of time to appreciate Peter's bare torso before his own shirt is being tugged off. He takes in a slow breath, heart picking up pace, just because he really can't help feeling just a little exposed whenever anyone gets to see his scars and injuries for the first time.

Some of them are older, and those he doesn't care about. Well, he does care about the large phaser blast on his back, but over it there are several lines slashed across skin from damage clearly caused by whipping, healed by now but not completely scarred yet. On his front, there are a couple of stab wounds, about as old as the whip marks. More recent than those, there's a smaller circular wound near his shoulder, and a gash going along the side of his arm. He doesn't mention a single one of them, even as Peter runs his nails over the various marks on his back.

Instead he gives Peter what he wants all too willingly, pushing a knees between Peter's legs again and forcing him to part them wider while he grinds up against him, one hand dipping low to grope his ass while the other drags up and down his back. ]

[Peter notices the scars but doesn't ask about them. The only visible scar he wears is the one cutting across his face, and even then he keeps it as a choice-- he could have healed from it along with all the other cuts and bruises he endured in his life. If he didn't heal, he would probably look as scarred as James, except he'd have regular bullet wounds instead of phaser blasts.

His fingers skim over them and go up into James's hair instead, gripping onto the locks hard and tugging. Peter lets out a grunt, nudging back against that knee. James will feel the other man's body starting to get eager for more]

[ He's very grateful that Peter doesn't ask. Not that he'd mind talking about them, but not right at the moment, when it would involve stopping what they were doing to talk. And talking is the last thing he wants to do right now.

He groans when Peter yanks on his hair, letting his head fall back with the forceful hold. He slots his knee farther up between Peter's thighs, moaning lowly when he rocks his hips and finds relief in the friction between their bodies.

His hands move to the button in Peter's trousers, popping it open in an eager rush, while he leans in and bites at Peter's lips. ]

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