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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Comments

[clozapine]

"Comfy or not they leave very little to the imagination." Not that he has room to criticize when he jumps around in equally clingy spandex.

Lester stops to look over at Cain when he said he jumped off the roof as a kid. "Shit, that must have taken some balls, though. Bravest thing I did was trying to fight back my old man. I got him one good time in the nose--made him bleed. It was so satisfying that I didn't mind that he knocked my lights out after. I was out for two days straight, but it was just so...worth it."

Whatever's happening naturally between them seems to be working because his headache isn't getting worse. It may actually be easing away.

[hiddenobjective]

It doesn't really occur to Cain that they're accidentally doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing. There's really nothing worse than accidental compliance when they'd both been pretty set on keeping their mouth's shut.

Cain smirks at Lester's comment regarding his suit, amusement and suggestiveness in equal measure.

"Then I guess you get a free show, druzhishche*," He's obviously teasing the guy. Flirting and teasing.

"It wasn't really brave as much as it was stupid. It was a dare," He shrugs like there wasn't any other way that event could have gone. Cain winces a little at how flippantly Bullseye mentions his abusive father.

"I had an uncle like that. Luckily, I didn't have to see him much. I hope you made it count. Leave a scar? Something? So every time he looks in the mirror he has to think about that shot you got in on him?"

[*russian for pal or buddy]

[clozapine]

"Guess I do." He doesn't even hide the way he licks his lips at the sight. Maybe more to make a show of it than to actually admire the view.

"Brave and stupid is the same thing. We're all susceptible." On both sides of the morality spectrum too. "Fuck yeah, I did. I was a smug little shit for a while after, but then it started to fade." He frowns like he's disappointed by that all over again. "But then I got him back. Permanently. That might have something to do with why I'm here."

Bullseye finishes his cigarette and leans forward to put it out on the tile floor, because fuck this place. "What ever happened to your uncle? Did he get what was coming to him?"

[hiddenobjective]

Cain pauses mid-drag, though it isn't super obvious that he's gone stock still in surprise at the casual admission. He recovers quickly, trying to play it off like it hadn't shocked him.

"Permanently? Seriously?" Yeah. It's pretty obvious he's serious, but he can't just not comment on something like that, "You'll have a list if you're curious. If it's anything like mine, half of it will be bullshit."

Cain ashes his cigarette over the back of the couch again, shaking his head.

"Nothing. People like that, like my uncle, everyone knows about it, no one says shit, and everyone just sort of... tolerates it. Ignores it. Pretends he isn't a piece of shit. That's kind of how most stuff like that is dealt with," He shrugs, fairly neutral about it all. It was just the way things were as far as he was concerned.

[clozapine]

Weirdly he hopes his list is nice and long. The most magnificent thing hell has ever seen. He keeps that thought to himself for now, but grins when he nods at that information.

"If we weren't stuck here I'd offer my services to you for a discounted price. You seem like an okay guy, and your uncle sounds like he's a piece of shit. Way it sounds, I'd be doing a lot of people a favor by taking him out." He muses to himself, more about the process of giving the guy what he deserves and watching his surprise. The one's who've gotten away with so much crap always seem to be the most surprised when their time comes. Like they're somehow entitled to live on and keep fucking up people's lives.

He leans back against the couch, head tilted over the back of it as he looks at the ceiling with a hum. In another world he might be able to be a hero if not for all the bloodlust.

[hiddenobjective]

"Your services?" He raises an eyebrow, not sure if this guy is lying, trying to sound dangerous and tough, but that isn't the impression he's getting, "You're some kind of assassin or something?"

He takes a drag thoughtfully, not sure if he'd ever pay anyone to off someone, especially his uncle, who seemed to be intent on killing himself by drinking in excess.

"Seems like that'd be a shitty way to make a living. I'm guessing you've gone to prison a few times? ... For other people. I'd be pissed, going to prison for killing for someone else. I dunno."

[clozapine]

"Yeah. Something like that." He likes to think of himself as an assassin that loves his job. Really, really loves his job. Not quite a work-a-holic because killing is both his occupation and hobby.

"It pays the bills." He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders a bit dismissively. It was only shitty when he got caught, and he'd gotten caught a handful of times. "A few times. First couple of times they made the mistake of putting me with gen pop and they kept turning up dead." Lester laughs. "Going to prison ain't fun, but I don't have any other real skills than that."

[hiddenobjective]

"No... it isn't," It's not entirely clear from Cain's tone whether or not he's speaking from experience or just agreeing that prison is likely a bad place.

His brow knits a little as he starts to really think, unbothered by the comfortable silence between them. Maybe it's because they're both smoking, but the silence doesn't quite feel like 'not talking' as much as it feels like a natural break to get in a few leisurely drags.

"I guess... in a roundabout way, I get room and board to kill, too. Not that the military likes to advertise it that way," He scoffs softly and shrugs.

[clozapine]

Either way, he gathers a certain amount of understanding.

"I did spend some time in the military when I was younger. They fed us, too. It gave me something to do after I dropped out of highschool early. Like I said, I have a really singular skillset. Didn't have much choice."

Ashes, tapped out, he notices he's not working with much beyond the filter and outs it.

[hiddenobjective]

Cain eyed what little was left of Lester's smoke, barely more than the filter, and fished his pack out again, shaking it back and forth and raising an eyebrow as a way to ask if Lester wanted another.

"I was given a choice between shitty and shittier. Stay in prison or join the military. It was a no brainer really," And Lester already knew which one he'd picked.

"And now I'm dead and here," He smirked bitterly with a soft scoff of a laugh, "Judging by my list though, there was no avoiding it. It's not so bad. There's an open bar."

[clozapine]

He wouldn't take another if it were anyone else, but he doesn't mind talking to this guy. They have enough in common that he may actually be enjoying the company for now. So he nods at the over to take one more.

"Pretty easy choice." He looks over to Cain and laughs. "Yeah, this was inevitable for me too. Open bar? You sure this ain't heaven? Especially since the company hasn't been too bad so far either." Just to emphasize his point he pats Cain's thigh, smirking. "Attractive younger men in tight clothing that don't make me want to shoot myself when they open their mouths? Seems like paradise to me."

Lester contemplates lighting up, but instead pockets the cigarette in case they're harder to come by here. Probably better to save it for later.

[hiddenobjective]

As far as 'punishments' or atonement went, he didn't mind this too much. He wasn't thrilled about being stuck in a room with someone who casually claimed to have killed a bunch of people, but it was better than a few other things he'd had to endure here.

"Very easy," He nodded in agreement. And he hadn't hesitated. In fact, he'd genuinely tried to succeed in the mission he'd been given. He'd done things he wasn't proud of in an attempt to succeed.

Cain was kept from getting stuck in his own head, smirking at Bullseye, though there's some reserve to it, uneasiness, and it had nothing to do with Lester or the blunt flirting. Cain didn't react too much to the compliment or the touchiness except to smirk with a little more genuineness. This guy was useful and he planned to stay on his good side.

"Enjoy the good parts while you can... Or don't," His brow knit as he shook his head, "I'm not sure if we're supposed to be atoning and avoiding the temptation. But, if that's the case, I've been fucking up since I got here."

fin?

[clozapine]

On the other hand Lester wouldn't have minded being stuck in much tighter spaces with Cain, but if he's going to rot in hell, there's no need to rush getting to that point. Atonement for him wasn't going to happen for similar reasons.

So there was no need to pursue Cain any further than this. He'll take the uneasy smirk and his lack of disgust to mean he's thinking about it in some capacity and call that a win. For now. Lester finds him just as useful, and doesn't intend to ruin that by pushing too hard too fast.

"I may as well enjoy them. Don't know how long they'll go easy on me, and it seems kind of counterintuitive to behave in hell. Shouldn't it be too late for good behavior? Anyway, good meeting you, and see you around."

Lester runs his hand along Cain's thigh then gives it a playful squeeze before standing to leave. Of all the people to share childhood sob stories with, he'd ended up with someone who wasn't so bad. Lucky him.