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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[burstmodes]

Ah – [ he struggles to find the words, overwhelmed by everything and unable to form a reply that feels coherent. ] Yeah. Yes. Please.

[ is that enough? is that what peter wants from him? a turn of his head, and he presses a heated kiss to his mouth, teeth digging into his lower lip and sucking at it like he wants to lure him closer. he rocks back into him even harder at the same time, careful so that he doesn't slide forward too far and end up hurting himself. a soft moan, and he begs him with a soft mumble of his name, dropping his head and waiting for peter to do whatever he wants with him. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[All right, so they both begged. That works for him. He answers the kisses, his hands going down to grip onto Prompto's hips again. Peter starts trembling before the head of his cock even pushes inside, his breathing hard enough to burn his lungs. This time he hadn't even stretched Prompto open with his fingers first.

He fills Prompto even slower this time. It's so. Damn. Tight]

You okay? [He asks this in a husky whisper, waiting for the answer before he starts thrusting]

[burstmodes]

[ he tries to answer, he really does, but the only sound to leave him is a soft groan of assurance, shaking as he tries to get his body to relax. it's not uncomfortable, but there's definitely some tightness there he can feel, eyes squeezing shut beneath the fall of the water as peter fucks into him. he wants to ask why this is so good, why he just wants to keep doing this and stay like this. yet, he can't really voice it, leaning forward to brace both hands against the wall in front of him in an effort to keep himself standing. it's so hot, it's like he doesn't even really feel the water anymore. 

another soft noise leaves him that echoes in the shower, and he presses back into the way peter moves, unable to do much besides shift his hips and sigh with the pressure of his cock sliding into him and then out again. ] More – [ it falls out of his mouth on a moan, muscles clenching just a little, and he grinds back against him, still surprised he hasn't felt his legs give from how good it feels. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[The water has probably gone lukewarm for how they've been letting it run for so long. Peter barely registers that, though-- the heat of their bodies and his arousal more than make up for it. He keeps his hands on Prompto's hips to steady him.

He gives what the other asked for, but slowly. Not just because of the tightness clamping down on him, but because a faster speed in the shower felt unwise. He could slip and that would kill the mood. So his thrusts are slow, his cock pushing all the way in every time he rocks forward.

To think he just answered a text message asking about fun things to do here. This is certainly fun in its way, but surely he can find something else. Before it's his turn to do their date, he'll do it. His hips keep moving as he thinks this over, the pace a little faster now. The thought of seeing more of Prompto excites him]

[burstmodes]

[ if the water's cooler, he doesn't even think about it.

his skin is hot, and peter's even hotter behind him, agonizingly slow in the way he pushes into him and withdraws again. it's a maddening pace, fingers trying to grip at the slick wall in front of him but unable to do much besides press his hips back into peter. for a brief second, he entertains the idea of getting on his knees so he could fuck him faster, a safer position to be in when they're close to the ground, but it doesn't last long, shivering and straining against him. shifting once, and the slide of his cock somehow manages to hit that spot inside him just right, knees suddenly like jelly as he cries out.

he's begging then, a mindless mantra of peter's name and please. something, anything. all of him is hyper-sensitive as it is, and he can't risk dropping a hand down between his legs to touch himself. so, he rocks back into him and hopes that he comes soon or else he's just going to go crazy. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He hears that thought. But even if he didn't, feeling the way Prompto is moving is clue enough that the guy's legs are struggling to hold him up. Gently Peter guides him down. Putting them in this position lets his hand be free to grip onto Prompto's cock and stroke him. The other hand runs through Prompto's hair, glides along his chest, down his legs, anywhere.

He's going a little faster and harder than when they were on the bed. It's somewhat unintentional, but the way Prompto says his name and pleads for him is urging him on]

Prompto... fuck. I'm gonna come inside you again.

[It's more a warning than anything. The faster pace and all of Prompto's words and noises are getting him there. He doesn't even try holding back the cry when he comes, or pretend that he did something other than say Prompto's name. The way it echoed in the shower, neither of them were likely to miss it anywa]

[burstmodes]

[ he doesn't need any coaxing at all to get to the ground, the slight still in their movements offering him a reprieve until it starts up again, and it's like peter is touching him everywhere. the grip on his dick draws out another groan, panting, and his knees honestly hate this position, sliding just a bit each time peter fucks into him. but it's nothing. this is nothing in comparison to the way he feels, the sound of his name in peter's voice getting him even hotter. ]

It's... it's okay –

[ but it's drowned out by the shower and the feel of peter coming, the heat almost too hot. yet, even that isn't enough to get him over that edge, reaching down to grip peter's hand around his cock and help stroke him harder and faster until he comes with a strangled sound that might have been peter's name. then, he's sliding boneless against the floor of the shower, feeling his heart racing in his ears and the gentle spray of water across his back. he doesn't want to lose that feeling of peter inside him so quickly, but eventually, he's going to have to get up and use what's left of the lukewarm water to clean himself up. ]

I think... [ the words are muffled, a chuckle forming in his chest. ] I think you're too good at this.

[spongetastrophe]

[He's doing his best to keep Prompto from sliding around too much on the slick floor as he fucks into him. Peter slows down a little as the orgasm spills out of him, but still grinds, wanting to be sure he's done.

He swallows, following Prompto's guidance as they jerk him off together. Even though he's spent, he feels a touch of arousal from hearing Prompto cry out. His arms go around the other to keep him from slipping onto the floor. He knows he'll have to pull out eventually, but not just yet.

Prompto's comment earns a soft snort]

It'll make up for how bad I'll be at the date.

[He's not entirely joking about that. He's pretty sure he'll be terrible. He's too out of practice, too used to being cut off and distant]

[burstmodes]

[ this is the kind of closeness he wants, humming softly when peter embraces him from behind, and he knows, in about a minute, it's going to get uncomfortable. but he leans back into him, turning his head to kiss at whatever he can reach. he laughs this time, something quiet because he's almost too exhausted to really move. ]

I bet you'll be perfect. [ he kisses him again, and then, just like that, thought seems to settle in. it doesn't matter that they're still in the shower, still pressed intimately together. prompto sigh. ] Hey... [ and he does his best to look at him. ] Just so you know, I don't usually do stuff like this. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about me, I guess.

[ that he's easy and would put out all the time with anyone. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He sighs, absently running his hands along Prompto's chest. His heart is starting to slow down to its normal pace and his breathing has evened out. Of course his dick is still in Prompto's ass, but the other doesn't seem inclined to move yet, so neither does Peter.

He nods at Prompto's words]

Yeah. Like I said, I haven't been on a date in five years, so... it's not like this is usual for me, either.

[Not the intimate part, anyway. Which still leaves the question of why Prompto, and why Peter. Why they went after each other like this without thinking about it]

[burstmodes]

[ maybe he should be relieved by that little fact, but... who knows. it's going to be a lot to think about, and he leans into him for a bit longer until he decides he needs to move. he gives him one last kiss and slowly shifts forward, trying not to shiver at the way peter slips out of him. then, carefully, he turns so that he can press a kiss to his mouth. ]

We can just figure it out as we go, right? We're just having some fun.

[ he makes an effort keeping it casual, kissing him again and once more before using the edge of the wall to get to his feet. his legs are still a little unsteady, but he manages, slicking back his hair and shivering under the cool water. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He grunts a little feeling his dick slip out. He hums at the kiss, letting it stay chaste. He'd forgotten about the water, even though it's been going on this whole time. Better man an effort to actually get clean.

He shrugs at those words]

You'd know more about that than me. I... haven't had "fun" in a long time.

[He says it to the air as he's washing himself, but Prompto will hear easily enough]

[burstmodes]

[ prompto's already halfway through with the cleaning part, efficient as always (unless distracted) because of old habits from home he can't seem to break. still, he likes this moment more than he should, fighting a yawn as he tips back into the water and lets it wash over his hair. he huffs out a sound that could be part scoff, part amusement. ]

Don't worry about it, okay? We'll figure it out. [ he offers him a softer smile. ] Fun's kinda subjective anyway, so it could literally be anything.

[spongetastrophe]

[His lip twitches] Guess so. I didn't tire you out, did I?

[He's hearing the yawn]

[burstmodes]

[ he stands under the water a second longer before he thinks he's finally clean, even the parts of him that had jumpstarted a bit of embarrassment to scrub, and at the question, prompto deflates with a sheepish sort of shrug. ]

Not you. More like this place? [ he hasn't been here that long, okay. it's still taking some getting used to, especially after everything. ] You, uh... is it cool if I stay here? If it's not weird or anything.

[spongetastrophe]

[He nods, making sure they're both as clean as they can be before shutting off the water and finding them towels]

Sure. I don't mind.

[Though he won't know what to do with himself once he's cleaned up and getting into fresh clothes. Back home, there was always some fight he needed to focus on. For being Hell, it's surprisingly quiet around here]

[burstmodes]

[ there's already a slight chill sweeping over him, grateful for the towel and wrapping as much of it as he can around himself before leaving the bathroom. his clothes are strewn across the room, retrieving them and wondering if there'd be any point to dressing right away. he sits on the edge of the bed, waving him over like he expects peter to join him. ]

Next time, I'll bring my camera and make the most of all this. [ what he means is taking some selfies, but he would also not be opposed to something sexy either. he grins at him. ] I think you're pretty photogenic.

[spongetastrophe]

[Whether there's a point to it or not, he'll grab some boxer-briefs and put them on. Once that's done, he joins Prompto on the edge of the bed. He smiles a little at the comment]

Thanks. I don't know that much about photography personally.