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TEST DRIVE MEME #1


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

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. 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 becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table 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 one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they 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

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

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

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

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

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.


Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

Since this is a big event, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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sharktrash: (blank // this hangover is killing me)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-04 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
No worries. Squalo will even give him a substantial lift to try and get through the hole. If he fits, that is. If not, that's probably going to hurt a bit, as the shove's rather sudden. That's... encouragement, probably.

"I remember lying on the ground with a hole in my chest. I kind of assumed."

He did, in fact, assume wrong, at least in that situation, but he's not aware of that.

"So you think this is what, a field trip to Hell?"
noassgardian: (b | skeptical)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-04 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an indignant noise when he's suddenly shoved up -- not pained, exactly, so he's probably not hurt, but he definitely wasn't expecting that. But he scrambles up onto the ledge of the hatch looking around cautiously.

"Um-- I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing up here really. My bad. Should have thought this out more." Look, the movies made this seem relatively easy. Or cooler than it actually looks.

"And I have no idea what this is, honestly. I've been to hell before and it wasn't like this."
noassgardian: (b | a bit confused)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-04 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He moves closer, tilting his head -- yeah, the scar is a new thing. But it also seems a little... rude, at least, to ask about it.

Besides, he's eyeing that powder curiously, as if he's debating. But really-- it's sinking in that there's no one here besides maybe one person to be disappointed in his choices and they're in hell. It can't get much worse.]


... I guess so. Although if we both just end up dead... deader? That might put a damper on things.
sharktrash: (picking ear // not even worth my time)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-04 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Can people die here?

I'm good at making that happen.



[ the absolute best, naturally, but overselling themselves is for assholes who need to compensate for something. ]
wildcatcaptain: Catra smiling faintly (Default)

[personal profile] wildcatcaptain 2019-05-04 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Catra peeks her head in, wide eyes scanning the array of devices. She whistles low, impressed.]

Check it out, [she says, taking a step into the room.]
theonewiththewand: (break)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-04 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Neil?" Draco repeats, trying out the name as he leans back slightly against the bar. He considers for a moment giving a name not his own in return, since lying is already on his list, but it's not as though he finds Neil to be all that particularly threatening.

He's under no real obligation to disclose his own name at all, but it seems a bit silly now not to. He doesn't really see the harm.

"I'm Draco," he answers after a long pause, pulling his slightly pensive gaze away from the glass between them and picking it up for another taste. "I'm getting the impression you're not usually a drinker, Neil."
theonewiththewand: (told)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-04 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
As cynical as he is, it's rather impossible to miss that note of defeat in Billy's words, and Draco's own lips twist with something akin to empathy. He knows it's entirely possible he's never getting out either, that he probably belongs here.

He still returns Billy's grin with a rather self-satisfied smirk of his own, blowing the flame out on his drink before he takes a quick sip. Whatever's on the rim of the glass tingles a bit, like a popping on his tongue, which is interesting.

"Sorry, did you want one?" he asks with an easy twirl of his wand in Billy's direction, since he seems a bit reluctant to test his magic just yet. Draco wants to ask why, but now doesn't exactly seem the place or time to do so.

Someone jostles by them and he has to side-step closer to avoid spilling his drink while he prods Billy towards the table he indicated with an unthinking press at the curve of his back. He casts a glance back over his shoulder as he does, and the demon is, indeed, glaring right at him. Draco winks at him. "He does look terribly put-out, doesn't he?"
theonewiththewand: (understand)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-04 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He actually considers this a moment. Having talent is one thing, but Draco has only ever known magic to be a rather strongly contrasted thing. Either you have magic, or you don't, and he's never heard of a case of anyone being anything in between.

Which of course, doesn't mean it's a complete impossibility. If he's learned anything as an adult, it's that magic works in some confusing and mysterious ways whenever it feels like doing so.

"I suppose not," he eventually answers. He takes a seat one stool down and tries another sip of the scotch, which is not nearly as good as he hoped it might be, but still will hopefully do the job of helping him not completely freak out over his recent arrival in Hell. "So, if there's no magic, what is that you do... exactly?"

He's done a bit of reading about muggles since the war, but has apparently never gotten around to the part about muggle careers and what they entail.
invicto: (two.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-04 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wouldn't be the first to ask about it here. James might even feel inclined to tell Billy about it, or make up a wild story. Nothing says he's forced to tell the truth about it. ]

Tell you what... [ He shrugs, dropping the rest of the powder into Billy's drink. He leaves just a bit behind, swiping his index across the inside of the bag. ] I'll give it a try, if you're that worried. But I've seen other people take it, it's fine.

[ Otherwise he wouldn't be licking his finger clean with this much certainty. ]
kuroi_taiyo: (28)

[personal profile] kuroi_taiyo 2019-05-04 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The list said a lot for what Judar felt was his biggest crimes, and one would be more surprised that a lot of the pettier things, like theft and lying, were either low or missing. Curiosity or not, the young man was choosing to focus more on the other man's list, and those high counts, instead of focusing on what someone thought of his own sins. ]

Try what? Letting someone cut me up? Not happening. You'd probably enjoy it too much. Unless I let it happen, no one's cut- ow!

[ Almost like making a point of their situation, a line of skin opened up on Judar's arm, with blood already starting to pool to deal with that. Well, there's the consequences and 'encouragement' mentioned earlier. ]
dothelokimotion: (Wonderwall is the only ’90s song)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-05-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ he sighs. ]

Fine. But not here.

[ rising to his feet, loki gestures for thor to follow. he leads them into a corridor, checking to see if anyone's around before whirling around, bristling. ]

You shouldn't be here. How did you get here?!
pococurante: (friendly)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-05-05 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Europa. You know, out there. Around Jupiter.

[ He waves in the general direction of somewhere above them. As he says it, he realizes that he's not sure where here is. If what they're telling them is true, then maybe there is no Jupiter out there. No Europa, no Ganymede, no Io, no Venus, no Mars, none of it.

It's a disorienting thing to realize. ]


Port Bucane, eh? Is that on Earth or something?

[ Is his tone a little scornful? Yeah. Because Earth is a bombed-out wasteland. Sorry, bro. ]
pococurante: (nap)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-05-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't ask you to conjure anything. If there's an egg around here, you can get it for me. Right?

[ At least, that's what he thought the guy said. His head is killing him, and nothing this guy says is making sense to him. But if he can cut this wild goose chase short, Spike will give it a shot. ]
dothelokimotion: (This is the fear that looms)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-05-05 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
I can imagine.

[ he swirls the liquid around with a hum. ]

I conquered Earth once.
anewhero: (pic#11048513)

I'm hoping this is ok.

[personal profile] anewhero 2019-05-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Marcus already had his own weapons and the half terminator frowned, his eyes showed no emotions.

"I've been there, done that too much already."

The half terminator watched the man with a glare that could kill, he stalked toward the man "I don't care. It's better than some damn scars in any of our bodies and feeling every slash."

pococurante: (tired)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-05-05 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Spike shrugs. ]

I got shot twice. Once in the head, and once in the side. Pretty sure that one hit some vital organs. Or at least one. Hurt like hell, anyway.

[ He also fell out of a window and lapsed into a coma for three days before waking up more or less fine. And then there was the whole incident where he lost his eye and actually needed medical attention. ]

Good luck with that one, pal. I've died... [ He starts counting on his fingers, gives up. ] A few times. If you're gonna come back, it doesn't take this long.
anewhero: (Default)

Mind if I reply here?

[personal profile] anewhero 2019-05-05 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Marcus frowned. He was dead. He was in Hell. He didn't think he deserved a second or third chance anyway even if he'd get it.

Why did I save John? I only got nothing in return for self-sacrifice.

The reddish hotel room only made Marcus frown. The half terminator got up, walking around the hotel observing the various residents.

He stopped, looking up at the brown-haired man. Perhaps the man had more answers than questions.
exasperation: (06)

[personal profile] exasperation 2019-05-05 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ ripley nods slowly. ]

That's . . . the idea.
anewhero: (pic#11048513)

Oh man, the akwardness- 2

[personal profile] anewhero 2019-05-05 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, this just got awkward." Marcus stared over at the man in the trenchcoat and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I doubt we'll be stuck for long. The man eyed the elevator and took his hands and tried pulling the elevator doors apart."

"Damn, terminator proof."

"So what's your story, pal?"

unreconciled: (Concerned)

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-05-05 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Andrej continues to look vaguely baffled. Some small system of little repute? Gonebeyond space? Not a single one sounds familiar, and the feeling seems mutual. Which is odd, since Port Bucane advertised itself quite well with beautiful white-sand beaches, palm trees...]

Out Cheltra vector towards... Julicon, I believe? [It's hard to remember the space-lanes' routes; Andrej never cared overmuch about navigation.

On the other hand, it's better than letting himself remember he seems to be in Hell, he tells himself, with only the finest drunk logic at work here. And tangent to the subject of navigation, in fact... ]


I'm afraid I'm not familiar. These places you mention. Are they within your Human home system. Which is where? [It's not the greatest job putting a sentence together, even when the words aren't slurred a little. But Andrej does have some curiosity about what genepool so many of the hominids here are, and is picking up some vocabulary.]
forcevisions: (tfa_113)

arrival

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-05 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey practically jumps out of her skin at the question. Somehow, she hadn't felt him coming. She takes a full step away from him, searching the vaguely familiar face with something that veers from recognition into mistrust. Something feels wrong about him.

A demon? Tempting her with escape? Certainly he isn't alive, or she would feel him in the Force. And she can't. It's so strange, though. She can't shake the feeling like she knows his face. From ALASTAIR, maybe. Or the base on D'Qar. A face in a crowd, and it's impossible.

She'd certainly remember that face if it had come attached to whatever this man is.
]

No. [ She sounds defensive. ] Why would I go to the roof?
inbello: (Default)

[personal profile] inbello 2019-05-05 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ronan notices Andrej look around, but the elevator is already on its way. "It's just a couple floors," he says. He's pretty sure the other is looking for the bottle he dropped, but the's also pretty sure that's the last thing he needs. Besides, maybe they have room service. Do they have room service in hell? Oh, who the fuck knows.

The elevator ride isn't very long, so soon enough the bell sounds and the doors open. "Come on, let's find this damn room."
followhim: (you don't get a win)

[personal profile] followhim 2019-05-05 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Rey! You're —

[ here. he had one whole moment of excitement in his heart. maybe excitement wasn't the right word — he's not thrilled that she's here since neither of them should be here. should they? he probably should be. but not her.

anyway, the moment comes to an end when he fully takes in the way she's looking at him. she had zero moments of excitement in her heart. she's … well, not scared. distrustful. hm, he let himself believe they'd gotten past that emotional hurdle. and yet...

he's getting a whole third of an inkling about where this is going, but he tries to shove it down. his brain cell needs to be less negative. ]


I wanted to see what it's like outside. You know, if there's any good ways to escape. Or just … outside.
forcevisions: (and he's looking for love)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
You're trapped here too.

[ Or so he claims. Rey wants to take it at face value, but to be fair, she's in Hell. Ostensibly, at least. She's got her staff with her, at least, if this goes badly. ]

How long? [ Was this what became of people here? Did they all get cut off from the Force? ]
unseenunheard: (glance back)

[personal profile] unseenunheard 2019-05-05 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Jay is mid-aim when the sound of another person entering has him turning on a dime. Instead of letting the knife fly, however, he spins it so it's gripped in his fist.]

[His eyes dart between her ears and tail. Jay raises a curious brow but holds his questions.. for now.]


Quite a toy box isn't it?


Edited 2019-05-05 03:31 (UTC)