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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[smokedout]

Dodger has the advantage of distinguished breeding, even if it's muddled by the wear and tear of living the way he does. More than that, there's a predatory allure in his eyes to draw others in.

He offers the man half a smirk, before his form bursts into a cloud of sparks. A moment later he reappears behind him, just long enough to grab onto him by the belt loops. The world then seems to fall apart in similar sparks, and Francis will feel the sensation of metal bars crushing down on his chest before they reappear on the club's stage. It's always a bit of an adjustment, being teleported, but there isn't much time to focus on that when Dodger's hands are already wandering all over him.

[knucklesdirty]

Francis gets the draw of rough living. He'd grown up in a ruined world, he gets leaning into whatever indulgences you can get your hands on. For him it's mostly people. Especially the ones that are a little bit dangerous.

He's not expecting the way his form changes into sparks, and then there are hands on the loops of his pants, dragging him along and it feels crushing, leaves him gasping for breath for a moment when they appear on the the stage. He doesn't seem too shocked by it, though, more a vague sort of interest than anything. He leans into the way that hands skim over his body, his own rough fingertips curling against him, tugging him in a little bit closer.

Didn't even know his name yet, but he liked how he touched him, and Francis could be a little bit easy when it came to falling into someone when he still had cheap liquor on his tongue.

[smokedout]

In all honesty, Dodger doesn't really care who he is and doubts he'll remember his name even if he asks. Right now he's just a body to be used and discarded, and that is how Dodger likes it. Thinking of him as a person would just get in the way of the buzz.

One of his hands finds its way into Francis's hair, holding him close while he nips harshly at his bottom lip. The other hand is holding onto his hip to facilitate grinding up against him, not that it's doing much with his own thick jeans in the way. Before long he's yanking at Francis's pants with an abnormally warm hand, silently demanding them off before he scorches them off.

ohman sorry this got lost somehow ugh gmail

[knucklesdirty]

To be honest, that's sort of Francis' kink, the thing that he looks for. There were people that were more, of course. There were situations where there was a person that he took a shine to and he wanted their hands all over his body. But a place like this, when what he wanted more than anything was a distraction, to not have to think about things?

Getting used was right up his alley. Rough and harsh until he couldn't think of anything else.

He murmurs, a little wanton as teeth nip at his bottom lip and strong fingers curl in the blonde strands of his hair. It's easy to get pulled along, to lean into it as fingers curl against the curve of Francis' hips. He can feel the heat of his touch, which is strange, but he does get the message, a huff of amusement in his throat. His hands slip from the man's chest to help get his pants off, and thankfully they're not tight so he doesn't have too much trouble kicking them off over his boots.

Leaves him in just a skimpy pair of very purple briefs. Those he's not quite so willing to give up just yet, but he's not worried about it in this moment. His hands sliding along the waistband of the other man's pants, a low hum as he presses his hips against him, all long legs and lean muscle. He nips at his lips in return, but it's a little softer, playful- enticing more than anything.

SORRY I ALSO DID NOT REPLY.... sob

[smokedout]

There's a studded belt in the way but Dodger makes quick work of unfastening it, shoving his jeans down to reveal boxers labeled with 'pull down in case of emergency', and the frankly massive hard-on pulling them taut. The hand in Francis's hair pulls him down sharply, forcing him down onto his knees. From there he releases his grip just long enough to shed his hoodie and shirt; his skin underneath is riddled with scars and tattoos, some of which are notably satanic. A silver necklace hangs around his neck, with a sun charm, which had been hidden under his clothing.

Francis gets just enough time to take this in before Dodger grips him again, pulling down his boxers and pressing his cock to the man's lips.

IT'S FINE I just like this a lot ahem XD

[knucklesdirty]

The words on his boxers get a twitch of Francis' lips, but it's the size of the man's erection that draws a low whine in the back of his throat. Slender archer's fingers brushing to touch him through the fabric, and then he's being pulled down and he lets himself slide down to his knees. Blue eyes focused on him as he strips off the layers. And oh, there's part of him that wants to trace his tattoos with his tongue. He only really vaguely gets the satanic references, but he likes how the scars and ink layer against each other.

He's caught up in it, in the moment, because he's always liked people that were pushy, rough with him, and Dodger is so much exactly that Francis can't help himself. He leans a little into the fingers that curl in his hair, and when that cock pushes to his soft lips there's an almost eagerness to how the blonde moves. His tongue lapping against warm skin, wrapping lips around the girth of him with a low murmur of breath as he sucks all wet and eager.

SAME... i just hope i don't cross any boundaries with dodger's grossness.

[smokedout]

It's about here where Dodger really finds the limit of his self-control, with the side effects of the Frenzy coursing through him at full force. He has enough time to growl, "Open wider." under his breath, before yanking him closer and thrusting down into his throat.

His sheer strength really becomes clear now; he has the presence of mind to pull out every so often and give Francis a second or two to breathe, but otherwise he may as well be pushed around by steel bars. Dodger's mind is fuzzy and unfocused, his breath coming out clipped and ragged as he pounds into that tight heat without a single thought for the man he's fucking. And speaking of heat, his skin seems to have heated up a little more... both his hands and his cock are definitely warmer than a normal human's should be, but not altogether unpleasant. Yet.

hah, Francis is pretty into grossness tbh

[knucklesdirty]

There's that growl, and the tone is enough for Francis to pick up on the fact that whatever control the other man had was wearing thin. So he obeys easy, all but expects it when he's being pulled in, his cock shoving down his throat. There's a low whimper at the feel of it, the thick girth of him, and Francis' fingers curl against his hip.

He can feel his strength, can tell that he's in over his head, but he doesn't try to fight it, to pull away. He likes it like this, being pushed, taken to his limits, maybe past them. And he's always had a fondness for blowjobs that get a little too rough. So as much as he might struggle to breathe in those moments when the man gives him permission to, he stays there on his knees, blue eyes bright and a little unfocused a little wet at the edges. He's doing his best to make the way he slides down his throat easy, though there are moments when he goes too long without giving him a breath where Francis starts to gag against his cock.

He registers how warm his body is, but he doesn't think anything of it, not yet. Not when all he can think of is how good it feels as that cock fucks his throat.

good >:)

[smokedout]

The gagging is more of an encouragement than anything; normally Dodger might pause and at least check that he isn't killing the man, but like this... well, for lack of a better term, he may as well be on stage with a demon.

Dodger's skin heats up further as he gets closer to climax, and is nearly enough to burn him by the time he comes - his spunk is certainly much hotter than it should be, too. As his head clears a bit, he does feel something close to disappointment - he'll just have to play with him a while until he's ready to go again. In the aftermath, his skin is much cooler - about the normal range for any other person.

He pulls Francis off of him and forcefully tips his head back, taking a moment to admire him. He's definitely not letting this one go after one load. "Enjoying yourself?"

[knucklesdirty]

Francis doesn't even seem to mind that the gagging is more encouragement that anything. He likes being roughed up a little, and as much as it pushes him a bit, it's not too much, and he doesn't pull away even as his throat flexes around his cock. A low whimper humming on his lips as he sucks against flesh, a little greedy, a little wanton, that slick sound that's only really audible between them given the noise and the music. There's a certain eager willingness in how he takes it, leaning in a little and just letting Dodger use him. Able to tell that he's out of control, but he doesn't quite seem to mind, or maybe he just knows it wouldn't really matter in the moment.

It's not until his skin starts to heat up even more that the blonde squirms a little. It hitting that point of being uncomfortable against his tongue, and his fingers on his hip tighten a little, muffled words and soft sounds. It doesn't burn him, but it's still a little too much, has him fighting that urge to pull back. He probably should, but Francis is caught in the moment, and fucked up as it might be, but there's something about the heat and that edge of being almost dangerous. He swallows him as he spills down his throat, and even his cum is hot.

He gasps, breathless and a little wrecked as the man pulls him off, tugging his head back and all he can do is look up at him- eyes a little glassy, damp at the edges, his pupils blown. His skin's flushed, all heat and arousal and he shivers at the question, licking his lips without quite thinking about it as he nods. It takes him a moment to find the words, to trust himself to try and voice it.

"Yes, I-- yeah. You're good," he breathes, a low murmur that leaves it vague exactly which he means. Aside from his enjoyment, at least.