TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[penancemods]

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.


Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?


FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul, if you're in a gambling mood. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
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[mitsubishievo]

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."

[hiddenobjective]

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.

[mitsubishievo]

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."

[hiddenobjective]

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.

[mitsubishievo]

"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?"

[hiddenobjective]

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.

[mitsubishievo]

"Both," Kavinsky said with a bit of a shrug. He wasn't sure why he should be worried about being dead, but everyone seem to be concerned with it. And a little morbid conversation wasn't about to put him off.

He rolled his wrist in Cain's grip but didn't try to break the hold. He leaned in and ghosted his nose against Cain's, temptation boiling gently beneath the surface.

"You wanna go back to that fake torture room?" he said, voice supposing that he didn't. "You wanna sit down and talk about it? We're stuck here, man. Might as well have a little fun while we're at it, right?"

[hiddenobjective]

Honestly, Cain wasn't worried about being dead, he was worried about still being alive, worried that he'd fuck himself over. Being dead... sort of let him off the hook in a weird, kind of depressing way.

Cain tilted his head as Kavinsky leaned in, lips parting instinctually even as he also leaned back, just far enough to keep their lips from brushing.

The corner of his mouth curls a little at Kavinsky's insistent teasing.

"If we're dead, there's really no reason not to. I wonder if that technically makes this necrophilia..." Definitely a terrible joke, but Cain's smirk widened as he made it. With his last reason to be reluctant gone, he pushed his suit down a little further, tugging at it to open the front more and free himself.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky giggled a little bit, because it was a terrible joke, but he was sort of glad that Cain made it. At least he didn't have to. But he was going to hold onto that, especially for the people who thought they probably weren't dead. All the better to tease them with.

He helped Cain strip out of his suit, humming some amusement as he nuzzled and kissed and nipped at Cain's neck a little bit. It was better than kissing his mouth, because now he could listen to the hitch in his breathing.

He mumbled filthy Bulgarian against his skin, hand coming down to stroke Cain lazily now that he was fully revealed.

[hiddenobjective]

Cain didn't disappoint, the teeth and lips grazing across the sensitive skin on his neck make have him tipping his head back to give Kavinsky plenty of space, breath hitching and then dissolving into a soft groan just like Kavinsky wanted.

With the strength of the partition in question, Cain stumbled the two of them toward an actual wall, stepping out of his suit and kicking it away as he did. The bump into the wall dislodged them enough that Cain doesn't really hesitate to press Kavinsky's back against the wall as he sunk to his knees with a smirk.

He tugged firmly at Kavinsky's pant, pulling them down just enough so that he could nuzzle and mouth against the straining bulge in his boxer briefs, making the fabric damp with his teasing as he tilted his head to press his open mouth along Kavinsky's shaft through the fabric.

[mitsubishievo]

The certainty of the wall behind him was nice, even if this wasn't quite the turn he'd been expecting. He was too fuzzy around the edges to make some quip about the partition wall right there, the joke of anonymity, and how he'd ended up on the receiving end of things somehow.

It was hard to have a good quip ready when there was a cute guy on his knees mouthing against the shape of his cock. A flush worked over his cheeks slightly. Hardly virginal, but maybe a little meekly embarrassed. There was always the nerves that surrounded being teased about his size. But if he didn't say anything, there was nothing to tease about.

Instead, he pressed closer to Cain's seeking mouth, sighing softly as he sank his fingers into his hair.

[hiddenobjective]

Cain tilted his head back and was immediately glad he'd glanced up when he had, catching a hint of what he'd swear was a flush of color. His lips curled into a smirk as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Kavinsky's briefs to slip them down. Not time or effort was wasted and he lowered them only as much as was necessary to free Kavinsky's cock, wetting his lips subconsciously as he gave him a few unhurried strokes.

With a soft, throaty groan, he continued the teasing, mouthing along the underside of Kavinsky's shaft. Lips parted, he wetly rang his tongue over the sensitive skin.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky groaned softly, letting Cain play with him. The slow strip and lazy strokes, the wet brush of lips and tongue. He rocked his hips forward, quiet and imploring, just a little bit desperate.

"Fuck," he mumbled, tilting his head back. He pressed a hand to the wall behind him, the other one sinking into Cain's hair and tugging slightly.

[hiddenobjective]

He tilted his hair slightly, subtly leaning into the touch with a soft groan.

Cutting his teasing a little short, he pushed up onto his knees further, running his tongue up to the tip of Kavinsky's cock. There was no hesitation. With one hand holding Kavinsky still, he started to swallow him down, bobbing his head, each time swallowing a little further, lips stretching around him.

His fingers dug into Kavinsky's hip when he was forced to swallow to keep his gag reflex in check as his cock brushed the back of his throat. The feeling also drawing a deep, throaty groan from him, desire making his own cock twitch.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky was never quite as impressed when someone deep-throated him, simply because he knew it was easier than some other guys. Still, it felt nice, and Cain looked good doing it. He nudged his hips back and forth, mostly gentle, but testing. How far or fast would Cain let him go, how far or fast could he go before things were a gagging mess.

He liked being a filthy, gagging mess, and the thought of this handsome Russian boy brought to filth was one that made Kavinsky whimper a little bit.

He tightened his fingers and held his head down.

[hiddenobjective]

Cain didn't mind too much when Kavinsky started moving his hips. He could adjust, bobbing his head less and letting Kavinsky do the work. He was willing to play along until Kavinsky tried to wrench the control away from him, the hold on his hair tightening to hold him in place.

Twisting slightly as he pulled away, he completely ignored the tinge of pain as his hair was pulled taut.

Kavinsky's cock slipped out of his mouth, leaving his lips slick.

"Cut that shit out or I'm done," Cain growled in Russian, r's rolling extra heavily for emphasis. He almost wished he'd insisted on going back to that other room. He was pretty sure he'd seen some restraints in there.

[mitsubishievo]

The menace in Cain's voice put a shiver down Kavinsky's spine. His cock twitched, needy interest, to show that enthusiasm even more. He licked his lips, and took his hands off Cain's head, pressing them to the wall above his head.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," he murmured, canting his hips forward to try and get back into his slick mouth. "Don't stop there."

[hiddenobjective]

Cain's lips curl into a satisfied smirk when Kavinsky hands slide against the wall over his head and gave him a nod.

"Good," He mumbled, leaning forward to drag his lips up his shaft, eyes slipping closed, confident Kavinsky will behave without him having to keep an eye on him.

He curled his fingers loosely around Kavinsky's cock to guide him back into his mouth with a quiet groan. He trails his other hand up Kavinsky's chest, fingers fanning out to reach up and tease his nipple as he swallowed him down again and started bobbing his head slowly.

[mitsubishievo]

There was something gently possessive, or at least authoritative, in that mumble. Kavinsky responded well to being pushed and bossed around, told what to do.

He rocked his hips a little, seeking, panting a little bit. His fingers curled against the wall; he wanted desperately to grab at Cain's hair, to tug, to hold on for the joy of the ride.

Cain looked lovely on his knees, which just made Kavinsky want to do something filthy for him.

[hiddenobjective]

Cain groaned, the sound muffled, reverberating through his throat, knowing that Kavinsky would be able to feel it in his cock. He met the rock of Kavinsky's hips easily, bobbing his head in time as they fell into a rhythm.

He moved his hand away from Kavinsky, wrapping his fingers around his own cock, stroking unabashedly.

Opening his eyes, he glanced up at Kavinsky, groaning again when he caught the look of need in his eyes, how he was struggling to keep his hands up against the wall.

[mitsubishievo]

"Fuck," Kavinsky sighed. Cain was clearly enjoying himself, and that made it all the better for Kavinsky, even if he wasn't being allowed to hold onto him. He whimpered a little, hips moving a little more urgently. He sighed a noise, somewhere between rapture and teasing, as Cain reached down and started to stroke himself.

"Save me something," he said, but it was more like begging. He wanted to taste Cain, or feel him, or something. Especially had to keep his hands up on the wall.