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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.

As a final note, don't forget that reserves are open now until May 1st as well!


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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-04-23 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[If he notices the flinching, Thor can't hold it against him. This place has made no effort to be... discreet about why they're here and what they face. It's enough to leave one on edge.

Still, he tries to offer a more reassuring look over.]


Ah, I'm sure. They surely won't leave us down here when they have so many plans for us.

[That's not reassuring at all though, is it?]

So, we wait. We pass the time. Tell me, what is your name?
noassgardian: (b | looking down)

2 gimme that sol hellevator ride

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-04-23 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He gives a double take over his shoulder when he hears what sounds like a familiar voice.

And yeah. Okay, it totally is, whether or not John recognizes him in return. Billy isn't going to assume either way, given how many universes exist out there.

Although if he doesn't, it might sting just a little bit. Good thing Billy's gotten better at shoving that sort of thing into a back corner and not thinking too deeply on it though.

"Yeah, right. Hopefully not about to plunge to our deaths or something." He pauses, crossing his arms absently over his chest. "Although we're already in hell. We probably can't die again, right?"
theonewiththewand: (sun and moon)

Draco Malfoy | HP

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-04-23 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival, well actually, just after
Blood magic is nothing to play around with, and the parchment is clear as to the exact nature of all of his sins. Embarrassingly clear.

He’s less sure as to the nature of the black square thing covered in buttons, but just in case he tucks it into his robes right along with his wand, before he dares to go exploring. It’s all rather a lot to take in, but once he manages to accept that it’s really happening, and stops trying to curse the disturbing house elves crawling all over the halls of this place, he finds himself wandering into the hotel bar.

Draco’s never seen a jukebox before. He’s seen bars, certainly, much nicer than the bar in this place, but the jukebox is a new thing. He’s drawn to the slightly dingy glow of its colored lights. When he approaches, it’s not making any noise. But when Draco prods several buttons with stubborn curiosity, the music kicks on, and the box of colored lights is now quite loudly shout-singing at him about going down to the crossroads.

He definitely visibly jumps.

Follow me down - I
WARNINGS:
drugs, language

The day has been mildly traumatic, and now Draco finds himself back at the bar again. It’s far busier now, and he feels compelled to join in the festivities, not that he ever really turns down an opportunity to party. He is a Slytherin, after all, and this particular party looks like fun.

He has a drink, or two, and that's going well. Then at some point in the night Draco is offered a little white tablet with a tiny red flame icon printed on its top. Someone presses it onto his tongue, and he doesn’t even question it at this point. Fuck it. The party is working its magic, so to speak.

He’s starting to feel incredibly warm... and the urge to dance nags at him relentlessly until eventually he gives in to that too.

Misc/Network
After awhile, Draco takes the time to study the button box and sort out how it works, enough to make his first network post. He’s very proud of himself, though the consistent pain in his temples is really starting to throb.

What is this muggle nonsense? Where are all the owls?

Truly, the most pressing of questions.
theonewiththewand: (there is no sense)

reach up high, i

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-04-23 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
warnings: violence/blood

[his eyes are very wide. he doesn't want to start on anyone. he doesn't want this to start at all. but apparently he waits too long to respond, because there is a sudden sharp slash across his cheek. draco hisses and glares at the lists, for lack of anything else to blame. the voice wasn't kidding about encouragement, he's pretty sure his cheek is bleeding. he still doesn't want to go first.]

Great idea. [he is sneering as he reaches for the second knife.] Where do you want this, exactly.
dothelokimotion: (Demanding all our smiles)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-04-23 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki pats the seat beside him. he tries not to give much else away. he doesn't know this place, these people. everyone's an enemy until proven otherwise. he wants to shake thor, ask him why he's here, what happened to thanos, how could he let this happen to himself —

but a myriad of confusing thoughts won't get him here. ]


Perhaps one with a little truth mixed in.
dothelokimotion: (Comfort was the answer to all)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-04-23 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki shrugs. he has a rather high tolerance for pain so he's not terribly picky. also he gets the feeling this man has never dipped his hands in blood so . . . literally. he rolls up his sleeve, careless and open. ]

Let's start small.
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ he blanches at that. ]

The devil's not chasing after me. I'm not important enough to chase! I'm not even important enough to waddle after!
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry.

I have no idea where else to get eggs.
pococurante: (thinking)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Why would the minibar stock eggs. It's usually booze.
pococurante: (smoke)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Is it eavesdropping when you're louder than the music?

[ He lights another cigarette as she explains. ]

What do you mean good with fire. Setting them? Putting them out? Making lakes of it?
exasperation: (04)

[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
We do use fridges for things other than alcohol?

At least I do?
pococurante: (nap)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
After you get the stuff. It doesn't come stocked like that.

[ His head is pounding from what he has decided is a hangover. And nicotine withdrawal. ]

There's gotta be a bodega or something around here.
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I guess you could go look for one. I don't know how big this place is. It's throwing my senses off.

[ you'd think having an internal GPS would help but no dice! ]
pococurante: (thinking)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Let's meet up. Maybe we'll be able to find it together.
hellboundheart: (no respect for the crown)

John Constantine | DCTV | CRAU

[personal profile] hellboundheart 2019-04-23 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

One John Constantine plus a nice cushy bed (compared to what he'd had) equaled a demon that was pretty sure he'd escaped Hell. He was ignoring the red theme, thank you very much. Maybe there was a kinky sort of Heaven he'd gotten into. Eh, the toilet wasn't belching flames and the place was bug-free. The latter was a bit of a letdown since he didn't have a legion of wolf-spiders for security purposes still, but someone would feed them.

Happy feeling lasted right up until he dropped into the bed and woke up in clearly not-Heaven.

The long... entirely too long... list was picked up and dropped into a pocket of his ratty trench as he scowled at the room. Sharpened teeth were bared in a growl, red tainting his eyes. "I already did this!" he snapped at the room. "Remember? Retrievals? Went to Earth, got the bad demons and brought them back? Corrupted the willing masses or at least those triplets down the street. I even did time in the daycare. That one demon brat threw up on me and another bit my ankle. I've still got the scar! Sort of."

When no 'Oh wow, John. Sorry about the mixup. Let's get you back to where you're supposed to be,' was forthcoming, John snatched up Blackberry and his bag. At least he still had his cigarettes. Lighting one, he headed down the stairs in a foul mood. Until he spotted the bar at least. Things were looking a little up as he sat down and waved the bored looking tender over. Too long fingernails tipped in a point tapped on the bartop.

"Vodka without the mess of anything else. Hooray for Hell," he said tiredly.


Stand Your Ground - Elevator

"No. I'm not getting in there."

The demon he was addressing was having none of that and waved again to the elevator with a bunch of gibberish about testing it out! Perfectly safe! Works great!

"No," John began as he took a drag off his cigarette. "I've played this game. I get on that elevator, and something bad is going to happen. The last elevator I got onto rained blood on me that turned to biting maggots. The one before that had an angel in there who panicked when it went into freefall and blasted me with holy light from her bosoms. Not a bad view, mind you, but I saw rainbows for a week. I'm not-"

And then he ended up on the elevator with whoever had been nearby as the self-satisfied demon outside shut the doors. It even helpfully pushed a button for them. The elevator hummed and moving promisingly for a few seconds. Then with a jerk and a lurch, they were stuck.

John Constantine sighed.


Follow Me Down - Prompt 1

If a bar existed, there was surely to be a John Constantine at it. Hell was proving no different although this John Constantine had already wandered down the demonic path and was one of them. A better version of himself might be walking around, or so he heard. Still human, still the one who fought demons instead of was one of them. Wasn't that a knee to the bollocks?

A draw of his cigarette and a downing of the shot of amber alcohol before him, and John cared a little less. Demons lied. That was pretty much what they were known best for. Hell knew, no pun intended, that he'd made an artform of it.

The fact that he had a soul again was interesting. He hadn't even realised it for most of the 'day'. A demon with a soul. Who would have thought? At least he was pretty sure he was still a demon.

A second chance, John, a quiet voice that sounded a lot like Zatanna's whispered from inside him.

"Not me, love," he muttered to no one in particular, waving for another drink as he gave the gaming tables a look over.


Wildcard - go for what thrills you!

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[ooc: This version of John is from Little Hades where he was a demon and acted like one. He has the clawed fingernails, pointed teeth. Having a soul back is a bit of a surprise to him. This John died at the end of the CW series, never making it to the Legends.]
Edited 2019-04-23 08:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ isn't this a bad idea? isn't that like. meeting up with a potential axe-murderer with a hankering for eggs?? what if eggs was symbolic for something else? what if it meant brains?

but ripley also knew being cooped and hermiting himself isn't going to get him very far here. whatever here was. he hated that his powers weren't functioning properly. anyway, even if he was attacked, he'd be able to blink that person away before any real damage. ]


Sure. Where?
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[That was a very unsexy petrified ostrich impression, but one that John doesn't pay much mind to because he's too busy getting to his feet.] Alright. [He dusts himself off and looks up and down the corridor.] Know where we are mate?
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Now he's pretty sure he really got on the piss last night and is just hallucinating things. Even if the bed and the corridor walls and the carpet feels very real beneath his fingertips. He resists the urge to reach out and tug on one ear, watching it wiggle with mild interest.]

Course I will. What d'you take me for? [A pause.] Actually don't answer that.

[He doesn't mind staying on the carpet and talking to her like this. He feels like he might tower over her if he stood.]

I'm John. Constantine. What do people normally ask about your ears?
exasperation: (202)

[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ ripley shakes his head. ]

It's like Hell? I guess?
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cheery elevator music plays in the background

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
John doesn't seem to recognise him. He smiles brightly, if a little incredulously, and he has to laugh at Billy's response. That escalated (elevated?) very quickly from casual flirting to foreboding, certain death.

"I wasn't planning on testing that theory." This must be the premise of at least a dozen horror movies and he's already had enough of a horrible day so far. Thankfully it's also the premise of a hundred pornos and he's pretty sure he can swing it that way, if nothing else to distract them from the whole plunging to their deaths thing.

"How long do you think we're stuck 'ere for?"
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. [Said in the most deadpan, mildly irritated tone John could muster up. He does a half-eyeroll thing and turns his head away.] That's insightful. Don't suppose you were going to tell me we're in a hotel as well?
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ ripley frowns, but he's not really a conflict kind of person so his gaze skitters away. ]

It's not like anything here is super clear beyond the theme.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's fine, John does conflict in spades, even if they weren't in hell he's got enough fire under his arse for the both of them.]

So why do you think you're here then? [John leans against the corridor wall and starts patting himself down for a smoke. They're going to be here for a while, it seems. They've got some time for a wee chinwag.]
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[personal profile] exasperation 2019-04-23 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ ripley shakes his head. ]

I have no idea. I haven't — I haven't done anything.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Haven't done anything? Come on mate. [John snorts and laughs while he lights his cigarette, pursing his lips and blowing out smoke as he eyes the bloke up and down.] Never lied? Never cursed your parents? [John sniffles.] Never worshipped money and shiny things over morals and virtues? Never eyed a married woman's tits?