TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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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

With the Mares leaving, the nightmares fade right along with them. Unfortunately, the hotel outside is looking rather worse for wear because of it. It's been pummeled, cracks in the siding and broken windows are everywhere. It looks much more befitting of the hellish landscape surrounding it, true, but Lucifer is already putting the demonic staff on repairs. They'll be enlisting the help of guests, whether they want to or not. Watch out when the whips and other punishments come out to play for those who seem to be slacking too hard.

The staff hardly has patience for it, whether the guests are feeling up to it or not. In truth, neither are the demons. Exhaustion is hanging heavy in the air for everyone.

But life must go on.

On the plus side, at least all the doorknobs and locks seem to be returning.

For current guests, they may now be dealing with a Frenzy come down and finding that they still itch for another fix. It won't be an easy ride. Withdrawals come with extreme fatigue, aches and pains, chills, depression, and an urge to potentially hurt yourself or others as agitation sets in. If asked for tips on dealing with it, the staff will tell the guests to just rest whenever they can, stay hydrated, and eat. The nausea that follows might make that difficult, but the staff seems to have very little time for sympathy at this point in time.

For new guests, they'll find things in quite a bit of disarray. Fortunately the demons are eager to hand out chores. They range from cleaning up broken glass and other items around the hotel, to removing boards from windows, to Hell beasts that need to be moved back from the basement to their enclosure just outside the hotel and helped to settle back in.

Anyone is free to visit any new beast friends they've made whenever they desire after this point. As a distraction, the hotel staff will even be offering riding lessons for larger beasts, both horse and canine-like ones.

Despite the push for normalcy though, there's a wariness in the air. Whether that's because of the recent bout with the Mares or the hushed whispers continuing on about the Veiled Order, it's uncertain. Something just feels off. Not to worry though, it's probably just paranoia creeping in. No one really wants to talk about it either way.

Every evening, once all the hard work is done, the staff seems to find the time to get a roaring fire going in the lobby fireplace and set up a buffet of food and drink for everyone to enjoy. There's every sort of food imaginable, and even some you wish you'd never seen. Spit-roasted dog, anyone? It's a delicacy here. There's also a lot of desserts of varying kinds from chocolates to ice cream to cakes and pies. Beer, coffee, sodas, and anything else people could want to drink is also on offer. There are even some specialty drinks for the vampiric guests around here.

There's entertainment as well. The demons are putting on makeshift plays and doing improv comedy routines, as well as dragging guests into the act if they seem interested. They'll ask them to perform tricks or act out Shakespearean scenes. For what it's worth, it does actually seem like everyone is trying to just have some fun. There's no harm in refusing to act anything out beyond some mostly good-natured booing and ribbing.

The succubi have also been given a room to set up for personal massages (with or without the happy ending). Massages are done in groups though, so you might want to rethink anything too frisky. If asked, the succubi will step aside and allow guests to massage each other instead, if that's more comfortable.

They're offering to help bathe and wash anyone who desires it for extra pampering, but most folks are understandably wary of the succubi and incubi around. No sexual play is actually being forced in these circumstances since, for once, the demons are well fed on sexual energy.

Oddly enough, the staff does seem to just genuinely want to do something refreshing. Although it's still probably clearly more for themselves than anyone else. Better enjoy it while it lasts though!

Prompt II

As another way to spoil (or distract) the guests a bit more, a new location has been brought to life!

Lucifer has insisted upon a movie theatre. It's located a short walk from the hotel. It's impossible to miss as the sign flickers and it's surrounded by a few very broken down, abandoned buildings still.

Outside, it looks like an old classic establishment from a time long since passed, but it has all the modern conveniences inside at least. From plush seats that recline and maybe get a bit too into giving a massage to all the treats you could ask for. So grab yourself some popcorn, a soda, hot dogs, or whatever else you want. There's also alcoholic beverages available for those who really need help getting through a movie.



Currently, the theatre is showing: Bedazzled, Manos: The Hands of Fate, Captain America (1990 version), Troll 2.

But there are request slips to be filled out by sinners if there's another movie they'd like to see when they rotate films around each month.

Located within the theatre is an arcade with zombie-themed shooter games, Pac-Man, motorcycle racing, and claw machines. There are also a few other gaming machines and one that's supposed to test romantic compatibility between couples. See if you're truly meant to be!

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

"Offering one another counsel is a trait God rather admires. Compassion, goodwill... all of that. He has requested a demonstration that all of you are complying with your redemption, so I thought of a rather interesting way to show him." Lucifer's voice rings out warm and almost affectionate as he speaks within the guests' heads, the sound ringing within their skulls and beckoning them to trust him.

Even as demons grab at guests and haul them into a room only to lock the door. As usual, the doors can't be opened through any means guests will be able to perform. At least the room is cozy looking, with a plush couch and chairs.

"I must say that I'm proud of all of you. What I ask, I have no doubt that you will accomplish. Please, both of you have a seat and discuss anything from a bad memory, a fear, or even a silly little phobia you may not be proud of. Listen to each other, help one another as I know you can."

That's right. Guests are expected to share a bit about themselves, whether it's a trauma or a past sin they feel guilty for. Maybe it's even something as simple as an irrational fear of spiders... as long as it's sincere, it counts. Guests must absolutely share something if they don't want to be punished. They'll also have to provide sympathy or counsel.

If no one speaks, there's always a catch. The longer one of the participants refuses to speak of anything real, or lies, the more a headache will start to set in. Guests will feel a slight throbbing in the temples that grows steadily worse until it's almost blinding. Gradually, blood will start oozing from eyes, nose, and ears.

All of it will stop the minute guests comply and play along.

It is possible to wait out the punishment if guests are willing to let each other suffer for it, but this will be considered a failed challenge and Lucifer will have to rethink all that pride he said he had.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

Those newly arrived to Hell will hear about a drug called Frenzy. The effects of which include the lack of a need to sleep for as long as one uses it, feeling like the best version of oneself, and feeling better than they possibly ever have. It may even get to the point where pain is minimized or even welcomed as a pleasurable experience.

The downsides of the drug include giving into a frenzy of one's basest instincts, whether it's lust or anger or anything else that they're naturally inclined towards.

This drug will be offered at the club outside the hotel, but the succubi who make it will demand payment up front this time. This can come in the form of keeping the club up and cleaned, serving guests, or performing on stage. It may also include sex with the demons or other patrons, or putting on solo performances for an audience. The succubi won't particularly care how willing guests are when they come to demand their payment and may force it.

Some will tell you that it's absolutely worth the price though, especially down in Hell where there's so much pain already. What's wrong with a little bit of escape, really? Others will tell you to stay far away from it all.

Of course the demons fail to mention it has the potential to be addictive, but users will probably figure that out on their own once they've come down. It isn't their fault if no one did their research!

Beyond Frenzy, the club also offers a variety of drinks and aphrodisiac-laced foods. There are poles for dancing, plush couches throughout as well as more private tables. There are stages where sex machines are set up, as well as other areas to tie up volunteers or to set up any other type of play imaginable. There are private rooms that can be rented out for the night for those who really want to explore their desires.

Attractive succubi and incubi roam the club as staff or active participants. Some will become more forceful if they're hungry, others will gladly offer any sort of temptations they can.

Careful if you ever see through a their pretty illusion and see the old, angry crones they really are though. It's a bit hard to forget that.

Regular demons also frequent the club, ranging in looks from tiny, mischief-making goblins to goat-like beasts to more humanoid types. There may even be tentacled-beasts who may not be the best at conversation, but will be eager to participate any play they're invited to.

There's a dance floor and loud music pumping through the club in a dedicated space for those who'd rather just dance the night away safely detached from the sexual side of things. All manner of drugs will be offered for those who ask staff, not just Frenzy.

Prompt II
Warnings: Potential violence and abuse.
There are hooded figures making their way through the hotel, but it's oddly hard to focus on them. The more guests try, the more their attention wants to drift to anything else.

For those magically inclined, they may notice the hint of a spell or black magic, but it's just as easily forgotten as everything else.

Guests won't even notice when the figure brushes against them, a skeletal hand adorned with gold brushing over any exposed skin they can reach with a whisper light touch.

It's an encounter that's so easily written off as guests continue on with their day, it really isn't worth mentioning at all later.

But ever since it happened, it feels like there's a poison that's entered the guest's system, twisting around their insides until they feel almost hollowed out. It's a whisper in the ear, inspiring envious feelings towards their fellow guests and the local demons that may never have been there before.

Why do they have it so easy? Why do they have fewer sins and why do more people love them than they do you? Why are you so unimportant to them? Why does everything come so easily to them when you have to work so hard for it?

Envy doesn't have to make any rational sense at all. It can happen at the most inopportune times and leave one feeling like they're burning up from the inside at the injustice of it all.

Even if it's someone a guest generally likes or gets along with, they'll feel this nasty little sensation creeping in.

Rage replaces the envy eventually. The anger starts to become overwhelming. After all, you're the one who is truly worthy of all the attention, all the adoration, all the things they've got. Other people are merely foolish for not realizing it.

Or perhaps it's not even envy at what the other guy has. Perhaps it's because the guest craves all the attention and all the affection of this other person. The guest may never have sought love or possession before, but suddenly it's all they seem to crave from this one person. They'll do anything to have it or to become as close to one person as possible.

Doesn't it eventually just make you want to hurt them for it all? Whether verbally or physically, guests will be drawn to action, or even force if they must. They will desire to either claim what they want or make the other admit to never having deserved it.

Alternatively, guests may also be reduced to begging to be noticed by the object of their envy, desperate enough to do anything to get what they feel is rightfully theirs.

This influence will be hard to fight off, but stronger guests will be able to fend off the envious effects of the mysterious demons. Others won't be so lucky.

MISC.
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[spongetastrophe]

[It’s true Prompto did say that. He hears the impatient thought and feels it in all of Prompto’s kisses and touches. He slides his fingers out, leaving both hands free to touch as he returns the kisses. He’s not so sure two fingers are enough to prepare for the size of his cock, but he can’t resist that “please”.

Peter shifts their bodies and pushes himself in. He gasps, going slow for both their sakes. Prompto feels so damn good and tight. Peter shudders as he slides in more and more of his cock. His eyes fix on Prompto to be sure the other is okay]

[burstmodes]

[ he doesn't know how he can stand going that slow, the initial press of his cock into his body so overwhelming that he almost stops breathing. prompto strains against him, trying to convince himself to relax even as his thighs tremble from the exertion of staying still. his tips his head back, arms around peter's shoulders and fingers digging into skin.

and he moans a little when he settles inside him, trying to adjust to the fullness of his cock. it takes him much too long, he thinks, to finally nod that he's ready, that he can do something besides rest atop him and look. prompto licks at his bottom lip. ] I'm good. You can... you can move. [ and his knees press into his hips, trying to coax him into it. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets out a huff, kissing a slow line down Prompto's neck. He does start to move, rocking up against the other. It's still slow, but Peter is pushing in deep every time, trying to fill Prompto as much as he can.

His lips move up to catch the other's earlobe, tongue running over the flesh. Prompto will get to hear heavy breathing as Peter thrusts against him, with the occasional groan]

[burstmodes]

[ it's torture, the slowness, but in a way, he likes it too. he likes the way he feels inside him, the way he kisses him. even the sound of his breathing is almost a comfort, shifting with a thrust in to wrap his legs around him so he can help with the way he fucks into him on the next roll forward. it's deep and so, so good. almost too good—if there was such a thing.

his erection, having flagged just a little with the prep, drags between them with each movement, hard again and in desperate need of attention. prompto slides his hands along peter's chest, one gently gripping at his necklace as the other reaches down to grip himself and stroke with the rhythm of their bodies. and the moan that leaves him is loud, murmuring peter's name as he pulls him into a hard kiss. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[His hands keep roaming, petting Prompto's hair, gripping his side or waist, running along hia thigh. His own body feels so hot he's sure sweatvis forming. Maybe this is too good, especially in a place like this, but he doesn't care.

He groans Prompto's name, shivering hearing his own come from those lips. He feels Prompto reach between them and guesses what he's doing. He tries to shift them closer so he can feel Prompto's erection brushing against his skin. Peter dares to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his tongue going on to claim Prompto's mouth yet again]

[burstmodes]

[ peter moves, and really, there's nothing else he can do but try to hold onto him. everything's warm and slick, hips jerking up into each hard thrust, and prompto moans on each and every one, his breathing jagged and damp hair tickling the sides of his face as they fuck. he can't seem to get his bearings either, squeezing at his own cock and doing his best to hold back from coming. there's always been too much sensation for him with things like that, excitable over the smallest thing. so, maybe it's a good thing he's young, that he can bounce back from stuff like this because if they keep going, he's going to come too fast to please anybody. ]

Please, I – [ he gasps almost sharply, moaning around the tongue in his mouth as he jerks himself off, and just like that, he's there. he's coming, body tight and hand tangling in peter's necklace for something to hold onto. prompto tries to ride it out, but it's as if they'd never been here before, as if this is the first he's ever been with someone. and even when he finally melts into the mattress, he tries to move to help peter along despite how heavy his body feels. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[Really, Peter was the same way not long ago. It's only because of his block that he's not getting equally excitable. Though even without tapping into Prompto's emotions, this encounter is overwhelming. He hadn't realized how badly he wanted and needed this.

He's not quite there yet himself, but Prompto coming hot on his skin helps. He bows his head, moaning into Prompto's neck. With how tight Prompto feels now, it will only take a few more thrusts before he's coming hot and hard inside him. He stays in long enough to spill himself completely, then pulls out and shifts so he can settle next to the other.

He keeps them close, liking the way Prompto clings on to the necklace]

[burstmodes]

[ it takes him a while to catch his breath, but even then... the feel of someone coming inside him without protection is a somewhat new one for him. maybe it's something he should worry about later though, turning into peter when he rests beside him. his grip on his necklace only loosens a fraction, ignoring the way some of the sharper sides cut into his skin. this is something he wants to remember, something he wants to take with him when he leaves.

a pause, and he feels the bubble of stupid in his chest just before the words fall out of his mouth. ]

So... good first date, huh? [ he's grinning at him, pleased and a bit sleepy. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[His lips twitch up in a smile. He hadn't thought about protection; his healing makes that process pointless. He touches Prompto's cheek, brushing over the freckles]

It's the first date I've been on in five years. The fact you broke that streak makes this more than just "good".

[burstmodes]

[ he pushes up on an elbow to get a better look at him, leaning into the touch. it's sweet, and honestly, prompto is never going to say no to a little pillowtalk. ]

Five years? Man... [ his expression wrinkles, thinking about it. ] You just never have the time, or was it something else?

[spongetastrophe]

No time. [It's a short answer with a long explanation. He won't get into it; he'll just relax with Prompto. It's nice he even can relax]

Not sure what I'll do for a date here, but I'll figure it out.

[burstmodes]

Ah, yeah, I get that. Before everything that happened with me, I only ever dreamed about going on dates. [ he laughs a little, sheepish at the admission. high school had been this weird thing for him, and he'd spent so much time hanging out with noct that girls (and guys) hadn't been so much on his radar then. ] Buuut. I owe you one, and you owe me. So that's at least two.

Pretty good odds, right? [ and he untangles his fingers from peter's necklace, gently resting his palm against his chest. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[His hand moves from Prompto's cheek to his hair, the other sliding around to rest against the other's back]

Very good odds, I'd say. Want to give me any hints on what you'd like to do?

[burstmodes]

[ as sleepy as he is, he's also getting restless, and the need to shower is niggling at the back of his mind. there's a thoughtful hum under his breath. ]

Dunno. We'll have to make our own fun if the theater's the only cool place to hang out. I'm usually okay with just about anything... [ he grins at him. ] What do you do for fun?

[spongetastrophe]

[What an excellent question. Peter has to think about this and go back before he got his powers to really come up with an answer]

I liked going to the batting cages. Going to a Broadway show if I could afford it, or to the fair. [None of those things can really be done here. He frowns, thinking] If I can find some music, I could take you dancing.

[Yes, he knows there's that club, but it's not quite the same thing]

[burstmodes]

[ it's such a normal answer that it almost comes as a surprise, unsure why he'd thought that someone with all those powers wouldn't want to do stuff like everyone else. prompto reaches over to brush his knuckle against the corner of peter's mouth like it'll stop him from frowning. ]

I don't think we're gonna find any of that stuff around here, but I wouldn't mind dancing. I could ask around about the music. [ the thing about being a sort of social creature is that he isn't kidding. ] Or maybe we could just, uh, hang out and talk some more. I'd be cool with that too.

[spongetastrophe]

[That brush if Prompto's knuckles has Peter's lips twitching up. He has done a lot more frowning in the past five years, but he can smile a little now and then]

Hm. Sure. We should take a shower first, though.

[He brushes some hair off Prompto's forehead] If we took one together, it would save time.

[burstmodes]

[ he gently blows at that hair, turning his face to kiss at peter's hand before rolling over to sit up. there's the distinct feeling of what they'd just done between his thighs, and honestly, a shower sounds like the best thing in the world. ]

Yeah, I'm good with that. Which way? [ asking like the place is huge and he couldn't possibly find it. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[It's really sweet how Prompto seems to turn into his touch. The soft pressure of his mouth makes Peter sigh a little. He rolls off the bed and nods in the direction of the bathroom. It's not a far walk, and Peter's roommates are currently absent.

It's very tempting to just carry Prompto there. In fact, he sort of hovers like he's waiting to see if Prompto asks to be carried]

[burstmodes]

[ he'd never ask that, not when he's got a good handle on being able to walk since they'd talked for a while in bed, and it's a good thing he's not terribly shy about his body considering, getting up to head in the direction of the bathroom. it takes everything in him not to grimace when he realizes his thighs and ass are a little sticky. ]

Do you share this place with anybody? [ it's a casual question, slipping into the bathroom to run their shower without waiting. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter will find a reason to carry Prompto around later. Now he's intent on following the other to the bathroom. He shrugs at the question]

Two other guys. I was just randomly put with them when I got here.

[He reaches to test the water, stepping in when it feels warm enough. He turns to Prompto, holding out his hand hoping the other will join him]

[burstmodes]

You haven't gotten to know 'em yet?

[ it's another idle question, taking peter's hand and immediately sighing once he's under the water. the heat feels good, especially given how strange being outside feels on his skin, and out of habit, he leans back into peter, resting his head against his shoulder as he tips his head to look at him. ] Or do they seem kinda weird?

[ he gets that, so no judgment there. ]

[spongetastrophe]

No. Before now, the nightmares were affecting everyone too much.

[He holds Prompto close, running fingers through his wet hair]

I'm not used to being around people. My powers... It's smarter to hide.

[burstmodes]

[ even with the touch, prompto turns his head even more to give him a questioning look. nightmares? that's the first he's heard of something like that. still, he doesn't want to press too much, pushing some of his damp hair out of his eyes. ]

So... people in New York didn't like people with powers? [ that sounds rude, especially when he comes from a world that's open about magic and gods and so many other unusual things. he turns to face peter, looping his arms around his neck. ] You don't have to hide that stuff with me. I don't care about it.

[spongetastrophe]

[He does not want to talk about the nightmares. They were really bad, and made worse because he could hear everyone else's thoughts as they fought through their own nightmares.

Though talking about how his world views special abilities isn't exactly an easy topic, either. His hands press up against Prompto's back, inwardly amused at their position. Not helpful if they want to shower, but he won't point that out.

Feeling the arms around his neck, he leans in a little]

I noticed. And powers... it's complicated, where I'm from. I was born with my ability, but someone figured out how to manufacture powers. Anyone could have them at the right price. We're all fighting each other, and anyone who doesn't have an ability is scared of us or hates us.

[He leans in even more until their noses are touching]

Doesn't matter so much here, but habits are hard to break.