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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] favoriteforgery 2019-05-12 01:54 am (UTC)(link)

"You think that means you aren't his? Shit, man. I'd say he won't let you go until he dies, but..." Proko shrugs and gestures around them. "He's still hanging on, isn't he?"

He finishes his drink and sets the glass aside.

"Maybe you don't come when he calls, man, but he's got his hooks in you. Why'd you fight with him if he doesn't?"

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[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-05-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Klaus both hates and loves living, as evinced by his bizarre and self-destructive lifestyle: one he's apparently just continuing on here in hell as long as they'll let him.

"Don't tell anyone," he says. "I like to keep people guessing. No one's ever pegged me being over 30 yet, so it's a good track record." This was also misleading, since most people back home knew exactly how old he was, thanks to the weird fame of the night he and his siblings were born, and the even weirder fame of being raised in the Umbrella Academy. But were details important? No. No they were not.

He tilts his head. "So far, this punishment isn't too bad, right? Good booze, good company. The music sucks but you know what? The music sucks in the living world, too."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-05-12 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
He's left hard and wanting but there's no real helping it. Keeping his head lowered and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, John struggles to get to his feet slowly and tucks his hard cock away in his trousers, zipping up with a sniffle. He looks like a fucked out mess. He knows. He either doesn't care or he's proud of it. Maybe a bit of both.

"Come back and finish me off sometime," he asks without really holding out hope that they'll cross paths again. He can be a little desperate from time to time, but he's not stupid.
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[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-12 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Draco laughs. "Of course. Had to learn on something, didn't I? My father insisted."

It was family tradition, anyway. Honestly, he's fairly certain his father never entirely approved of his skills. With a wand he's quite adept, but with a sword, often Draco does feel as if the sword swings him. Too heavy, and too cumbersome.

"There are plenty of enchanted swords," he muses. "If you're going to wield one I don't know why you wouldn't have one that does things. Ice, fire, lightening... that sort of thing. Poison too, poison is always effective."

Draco's encountered a poison sword once or twice, always quite lethal. He pauses to consider, before adding, "Not so great for practice, though. Bit too risky."
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[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-05-12 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a second, she doesn't respond. That greeting was so normal, it was abnormal. After spending so much time in the company of vampires, she'd started to forget some of the more human formalities.

Covering up the pause with her own awkward laugh, she extends her cold hand and shakes his. ]


Jessica Hamby. And I think a lot of us would love to be back where we were.

[ Whether that was Wonderland or Bon Temps, she didn't know. Strange conundrum.

Her eyes wander around the room, almost as if she can find a topic to speak on lurking in the air, but then the echoing voice startles her. Her head whips around, looking for the source, before she lands on the setup they've been given.

After giving Peter a frown, she walks over to the table, having felt strangely drawn to it, and scans over everything. Her head tilts at some of the things she sees...then it dawns on her.

She snatches her list away, praying he hadn't read any. Way to get off on the wrong foot! ]


These aren't mine.

[ When in doubt, lie! ]
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[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-12 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a full body shudder.]

Ugh, I think I'd rather like-- set my junk on fire than sleep with any demons. Have you seen the ones hanging around the hotel? They're gross.
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[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-12 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's definitely a distraction. The perfect distraction at the moment. Each bite that leaves a sting behind, that laugh-- all Billy can think about is how much he wants this, all of it.

He doesn't pay attention to where they are beyond the fact that it's empty and dark. When his legs bump a table, he doesn't hesitate to sit back on it, flashing Draco a grin. "Yeah... yeah. Definitely. You're still wearing way too much though."

Said as he reaches down to undo his own jeans. Sooner they get some of this out of the way, the sooner they can get back to having fun.
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[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-12 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Your secret's safe with me." He's not even sure who he'd tell anyway. He doesn't really know that many people here, not yet.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Not bad at all, no. I mean, I don't want to jinx it or anything. But it's better than some places I've been so far."

He gives a shrug of his shoulders. "So besides partying an extraordinary amount, what else do you like to do?"
sharktrash: (blank // this hangover is killing me)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-12 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you?"

This is even more interesting than the sword magic, even if Squalo isn't holding his breath for swordplay abilities from anyone who calls themselves a wizard. But he hopes that it could at least be enough to alleviate boredom. He hasn't met anyone else who'd admitted training so far.

The last parts make him snort derisively and refill his own drink.

"Poison is a coward's tool."
sharktrash: (frown // ugh gross)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-12 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, I'll just drop my pants right here.

[ He's not going to, but his hand sure moves to his belt as if it's a very real possibility. See that ass for yourself, blasphemer!! ]

[ He also sort of punches her with his boot when she claims he started it because he's not taking this shit. Can you believe what he's hearing right now, ]


You insulted my home.
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[personal profile] phaseshifter 2019-05-12 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa whoa whoa no no. No, don't, that's. That's perfectly fine, I'll take your word for it. Really. No need for, um - just. Keep your pants on. I'm very sorry for doubting your butt credentials.

[ She's bright red. Again. In an attempt to sound less grovelly about her apologies, she pushes his boot off her and sits up - standing would probably be better, but. It'll do. ]

And also for insulting your Earth. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I'm just used to looking at things through a very specific lens?

 

That's a pun, kinda, because I viewed things through cameras a lot and - yeah. It's just insignificant from my own specialist viewpoint, is all! I'm sure it's. Very homey.
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[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-12 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Even in the dim light, Draco is somewhat distracted watching Billy's hands doing... what they're doing before the words filter through and he manages to kick his brain into action, not to mention his magic. Then he's smirking quite a lot, and his wand (the magic one) is immediately in his hand.

A swish and a murmur sets every one of the buttons at his wrists, down the length of his shirt, and two at the clasp of his trousers to pop open in quick succession. He squirms a bit out of his topmost layers, which fold themselves neatly on a nearby table, revealing not only pale shoulders and the faint line of a scar across his chest, but the much fresher word printed neatly on his forearm. A gift from Loki.

But Draco barely notices what he's revealing, too busy narrowing his eyes speculatively at the young man perched on the table before him, his wand twirling once unconsciously between his fingers. "...Are you particularly loud?"
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[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-12 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course," he says, not quite ready to own up to being not the very best at it, especially since a good deal of that was his lack of dedication to practice.

He's been staring at his own empty glass for awhile, but as he watches Squalo refill his, he decides he might as well follow suit.

His eyebrow does arch a tad at the derision over poison, though.

"Yet occasionally, it's very effective."
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[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-12 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He might have to do it before he's ready, soon.

"You should show me sometime," Squalo suggests from behind his drink, clearly pleased with the prospect. "As long as it ain't poisoned. You gonna kill a man, you should at least have the balls to look him in the face as you do it."

He's got some selective ideas about honor, it seems.
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[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-12 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy's attention is drawn to the pale skin as the other discards his clothes with a spell. He thinks about joking, teasing-- but honestly, Billy's focus is on pale skin being put on display. He almost reaches for him, but-- instead, he tugs at his own shirt, tossing it aside.

He doesn't remark on the fresh scar Draco has when he's sporting one of his own along his forearm. No reason to. They both know why they've got them, and now's not the time for judging.

Not when it's so much easier to reach for Draco again, try to draw him back in close. "I can be quiet. Worried about accidentally putting on a show for anyone who hears us?"
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-12 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The knot is tight enough that a simple tug won't undo it, though it's not impossible for John to free himself. It'd be no fun if he could do it too easily, after all.

He glances down John's torso, eyes wide and fascinated, hands sliding down skin, fingers tracing over the dark lines of ink. It might just be one of the most impressive sights he's seen. A body turned to art, in a way. It nearly distracts him from what they're doing, but then John wraps his legs tighter, and he responds with a groan, rolling his hips and grinding back against him. ]


Oh, yeah? [ He brushes a finger over John's lips, his other hand finding a nipple and pinching it hard. ] And what might that be?

[ Plenty of options here, though he has a feeling he knows what John's talking about. ]
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-12 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he is pretty rude, and that's not even the worst of his flaws. Poe might as well just get used to it now, because now James knows about this little peculiarity of his, he's very unlikely to leave him be. ]

Don't be. [ Doesn't look like he minds, does it? He doesn't want an apology, it's a sentiment Poe can keep to himself.

While rolling his sleeve back down, he asks ever so casually. ]
So are you a demon or something like that, or is blood just something you're into?
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-12 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky was good at masking that fluster, but there were little telltale signs that James could read on him. His lips twitched slightly, gaze dark and intent, and his grin eventually widened as he leaned in closer.

"I like the way you think, Kavinsky," he purred, taking a step back and studying the younger man, then the room around them. "I will tie you up for this. I don't like my playthings flailing around."

The tone didn't imply a question, though James wouldn't push too hard if Kavinsky was against it. Still, he moved to grab a piece of smooth rope, stepping closer to Kavinsky again.
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-13 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ James snorted, because really, when did he ever ask nicely? Still, he was glad that Steve didn't push on the subject. Talking about Klingons was a surefire way to kill his hard-on, and he was rather hoping Steve would take care of that some other way. ]

Oh, please. [ He laughed. ] Screw you.

[ His tone died out when Steve leaned down and bit his pectoral hard, dragging a soft cry from him. Fuck, he felt so good. He just wished Steve would rip the rest of his clothes off right now and fucked him until he was sore and hurting all over. ]

Broken piece of wood. Falling down a ravine.

[ Maybe it was the truth, or maybe it wasn't. Most of his scars shared similar stories, though: murder attempts, fights, the like. He didn't want to repeat himself much. ]
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-13 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Klaus's lips are pliant and his mouth tastes sweet. James finds that he quite likes it, and he hums into the kiss, tongue pushing to deepen the contact almost aggressively, his hands roaming up Klaus's back and mirroring the touch to his own skin.

Every point of contact sends a spark of energy surging through him. He lets out a muffled moan, arching closer, and eventually starts guiding them blindly to the first dark corner he finds, because he still feels like this much touching isn't nearly enough, and he desperately needs more of it.
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-13 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah. Exciting's one word for it.

[ He sure had fun meeting another version of himself, at least. Not sure the other Kirk would agree, but anyway. ]

Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on what passes for entertainment around here. [ A quick sweep around the room, then his eyes find Billy's. ] So far, so good.
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-13 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
On the one hand, he really wants to get John off right now, but on the other, he knows they'd be risking it. The lift might just start moving any second now. A blowjob was already cutting it close, even if John was pretty good and let himself be used so it all went down a lot faster.

"I will," he says, tone certain. The lift jostles slightly and starts moving again, and James smiles just as he finishes buttoning his pants up. "Expect me soon. I'll find you."
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[personal profile] followhim 2019-05-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ 🙌 he did it. a genius. he meets his lips and goes in forcefully with tongue and teeth. he's kind of like making out with a shark. before he even actually does anything snack-y. that lasts a minute or two as he snakes his way down to klaus' neck. just some cool casual necking, like dudes do.

that abruptly shifts into a very different feeling when poe digs his fangs into his neck. a brief pang of pain followed by a highly intoxicating surge of pleasure. just vampire venom things. ]
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[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
His breathing catches slightly in his chest when Billy pulls him in closer, and there is a certain warmth there he absolutely craves, most especially when he makes the effort to even vaguely align their hips properly.

There it is. He misses entirely that his wand has rolled off the table, because his fingers are more occupied tracing faintly down Billy's sides, exploring new territory with somewhat practiced ease.

"That depends entirely on whether or not you're into that sort of thing." Draco's smile is obscured partially by the fact he's busy nudging his way down to Billy's collarbone to bite a rather rosy red mark into soft skin, though he does tilt back slightly to survey his work. "That is, if you want someone to catch us, by all means be as loud as you like."
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[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-13 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
He takes a second to consider the offer seriously. He really is out of practice. In fact just the other week his father was telling him to spend less time in the library and more in the training hall. It occurs to him if he's going to be trapped here, for who knows how long, working through this ridiculous list, it can't necessarily hurt to brush up on his sword fighting skills.

"If you think we can find some swords around here... that aren't poisoned, or cursed... " he trails off with a lazy shrug. "I don't see why not."

He does scowl a bit though, mostly due to the fact that he's tried the poison route himself, once upon a time, but, he reasons... "That depends entirely on the power dynamic at hand," he rambles slightly. "If you're going up against someone immeasurably more powerful than you, why in Merlin's name would you take the risk of losing, when poison is a perfectly logical alternative."

He's not defensive, really.