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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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phaseshifter: ((ᗒᗩᗕ)՞)

[personal profile] phaseshifter 2019-05-18 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Heck. It hurts significantly more when he cuts down her spine than it did before, and she lets out a pained little hiss. He's doing this on purpose, right? Trying to get her to cry or scream because that's just how bandits do things??

Well. GOOD LUCK, ASSHOLE. She has to bite her lip and take a calming breath before she answers his question, though.
]

Born with it. I'm a siren, isn't it obvi-- did you really have to do it along my spine??

[ okay maybe he gets a LITTLE reaction, ]
followhim: <lj user="na_i_cons"> (passionately smashing every expectation)

LMFAO GOOD i'm glad u appreciated my yeet

[personal profile] followhim 2019-05-18 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he stares blankly at klaus for a minute. he heard the question, but it's taking a moment for them to make it to this thinking brain. also, look at his pores. they're amazing. ]

I — yeah. [ at least he owns it. ] I was gonna —

[ apologize? explain? those are all valid endings to that statement. ]

You're human, right? Wh — did you take something? Are you just drunk? [ he laughs a little, because it's suddenly funny. bitch what the fuck? ]
noassgardian: (b | happy grin)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-18 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Isn't that also the level where you're thrown around by chaotic winds or something? Can you get sexy there?

[He gives a thoughtful hum at the question before he huffs out a laugh.]

Great? Definitely great. [Better than he felt earlier or maybe since he arrived... minus that party where people were shoving all kinds of drinks and drugs at you. He shifts a little bit closer and reaches out to nudge a friendly hand against the other's shoulder.]

Totally worth coming over.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (38.how does it feel to be you)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
See? And here you were, all worried this would be a terrible idea or something. I have the best ideas.

[And if he preens a little under a gentle, friendly nudge, so what? They're having a good time, and he has a new resource in exchange for a bit of smack]

You want anything particularly, you let me know, yeah?
familybusiness: (pic#8723822)

[personal profile] familybusiness 2019-05-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Of course not.

[She'd see frustration and anger flaring to life in his eyes, but it's not directed at her. He's not doing that either, for any number of reasons.]

The only person I'm thinking of using those knives on is the asshole that shoved us in here.
noassgardian: (b | sweet smile)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-19 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow. Any sisters? I always kind of wanted one..." Alas, he was doomed to three annoying brothers instead.

"You have your own action figure? How did you end up a superhero?" He realizes that superheroes don't have an easy life from first hand experience, but Billy honestly can't help the excitement at the idea of them at least.

... Although the question gets a laugh out of him. He's a little too buzzed to mind it that much at the moment and he hums thoughtfully. "I guess I could, sure. What kind do you want to see?"
noassgardian: (w | uncertain)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-19 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't matter now." And Billy doesn't want to get into that entire story about his mom losing control, or that people thought he might go down the same path. Besides, it's easier to focus on the rest. He lets out a laugh. "I can't make any promises we'd get some place nice, but I can do the spell here, I think."

He tilts into Steve's hair, eyes drifting shut for a moment as he considers how to answer that, if he should. "... Tony Stark. Others too. The government passed the Superhuman Registration Act. It required everyone to register with superhuman abilities as living weapons of mass destruction. Some heroes supported it, some didn't. You and I-- we didn't."
noassgardian: (w | smirk)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-19 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
I'll have to see a few more of your ideas before I can say that.

[But his tone is light, teasing in a far more good-natured way than earlier. And it's followed up by a quick nod.]

Yeah-- yeah, definitely. I guess I should be heading off soon. Don't want to keep you away from any other customers you might get.
noassgardian: (b | skeptical)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-19 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Billy has to bite the inside of his lip to keep quiet when Draco gives a particularly hard thrust, especially coupled with that growl. Still, his breath catches and a shudder of pleasure goes down his spine.

"It's-- totally not fair how good you look right now," he manages breathlessly. Part of him thinks maybe he should be a little bit ashamed with himself, if only for the way he shifts restlessly, greedily underneath Draco, hips lifting to take him in as deep as he can manage, cock twitching in his grip the closer he gets.

He doesn't though.

Although he does maybe notice the table swaying a little bit. He huffs out a breathless noise, tilting his head back to look. "God-- this thing better hold on."

Although with his luck? He'll absolutely get cockblocked by a table. "Of course hell can't afford steady tables..."
compelledtoprotect: (ehhhhhhhhh!?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-19 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? Ok. But flying. I wouldn't mind doing that again. Or well, for the first time I guess, since I wasn't the Steve that flew . . ." He could tell when someone didn't want to discuss something, and since there was no pressing need for details, he didn't press. He just took more comfort in having Billy close, smiling softly when the guy cuddled him back.


Oh.

Steve went still, taking in Billy's words and making sure he understood them before trying to make any response, "I . . . see. And Tony was for it. Who . . . else?" God, a registration? In a way, he could see the usefulness of something like that, and how it could be a benefit to most people. But he remembered vividly the concentration camps, and how it had all come into being. That was exactly what he'd never support happening again, and if they had a list of everyone that could one day become a danger . . . Just because a hero was hard to kill didn't mean it couldn't be done, and with lists full of names and locations it could be done silently.
compelledtoprotect: (do what?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-19 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
"And just why would I be hopeless? Do you think I can't feed myself? That I wouldn't recognize food in its component parts to be able to steal the right stuff?" It was kind of insulting. Steve might not be any sort of chef, but he could make a handful of meals, mostly some kind of protein with a starch and a vegetable. But it was still a meal! He knew what food looked like!

"Well, we wouldn't be much use to them if all we did was lay around moaning about how hungry we were, so again, I just don't think it's likely. Besides, I'd probably start eating the walls if they tried to hold back my food. I don't do well with that kind of deprivation, and not because I have no willpower."

No, Steve's metabolism was just a hell of a lot faster than normal humans', which was usually a great thing. Withholding food, though, that would be dangerous. He wasn't entirely sure what would happen; his body would start eating itself like anyone else, but it would also be trying to repair the damage immediately. None of that sounded like fun and Steve wasn't eager to give their hosts a fascinating new toy to experiment with. He remembered just fine what going hungry felt like and he'd be damned if he suffered it again for no good reason.
alsoagirl: (I'll put his picture down)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-05-19 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm not gonna hurt you! So you may as well just start cuttin' on me! I've done way worse shit! I probably deserve it!

[ She takes a few breaths, even if they're unnecessary, but they help calm her down some. This had suddenly become about proving she was a good person as much as it was about not hurting a good one. As nice as he was, and so damn selfless, too, she couldn't bring herself to even scratch him with a fingernail.

In short, hell already sucked. ]


C'mon, just do it. I'll heal before you know it, okay?

[ Then, right as she's about to attempt some stronger persuasion, there's a pained gasp. The knife clatters on the floor and she stares at the back of her hand, shocked. A cut had appeared from nowhere, and as if to mock her words, it wasn't disappearing in seconds like it normally would.

Jessica lifts her gaze to him, hoping she doesn't look as freaked out as she feels. ]


What the--?
pathofvigilante: ("You're a rotting stinking corpse")

John Doe//The Joker | Telltale Batman

[personal profile] pathofvigilante 2019-05-19 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Stand Your Ground Prompt 2: Stealing Toys ]


Oh, now what is this trove of fantastical treasures? John stumbles into the torture chamber quite by accident, but what a pleasant surprise! Lots of his toys came with him-- they were scattered around him in that strange room he woke up in. But there’s no harm in trying new things, is there?

The slim angular man bounces between this table and that, admiring the knives and the whips and-- oh sweet fried kittens that’s an Iron Maiden! If only he had had one of those when he wanted Waller nice and dead.

“I’m getting really tempted to touch something,” he remarks with giddy delight and crumbling self restraint. He’s speaking to no one in particular; himself, the sexy iron lady full of spikes, the walls. Who ever. Giggles tumble from a high register as his paper-white hand slides out and caresses a pretty preening gleaming blade set waiting on a table.



[ Reach Up High Prompt 1: Good with Knives ]


Well, this is a fun game isn’t it? Someone had said something about redemption, and now they want him to cut someone up? The folks in charge of this place seem confused. But whatever, John doesn’t play games he’s not interested in but this, this seems fun. Oh, and he’s also got to get someone to carve something into him. Okay, cool. He’s been in worse pain (so has anyone who’s been on the other end of Batman’s beautiful brutality) and he doesn’t care much about these stupid ‘sins’.

But he spots someone unfamiliar also tangled in this Arkham prescribed medication induced fever dream (???) and saunters over to them casually, approaching from behind.

“Hey there friend-o, looking for someone good with a knife?” for a split second he looks utterly ruthless and wild, the kind of creature that would kill you as soon as look at you. But his bright green eyes are widened by some secret surprise and his smile splits, spilling a chorus of trailing giggles that are more eerie than sheepish.

“For this little game, that is,” he amends after a few failed attempts to smother his poorly controlled laughter. “I mean, I can do other fun things with a knife, but that’s not exactly on the menu, is it?”



[ Reach Up High Prompt 2: Therapy Circle ]


So they want him to do a good thing now? What’s this place’s deal? You’re in hell, but you can be good, only cut up this person, and now go be nice to someone else. It’s a fast changing game, isn’t it? But so far, John is having so much more fun than in the months he spent alone in Arkham, healing his broken bones.

No Harley. No Bruce. No one worth a second glance, and nothing but his photos on the wall to remind him of everything he’d lost. John hadn’t laughed for far too long, but this place? This place is a ball. So sure, why not, he’ll play this round, too!

How could he not, when he has all the tools for his Therapy Circle? And there’s a bar-- not quite with the musty charm of The Stacked Deck, but it has beer (and more) so it’s good enough. John makes an ungodly amount of noise dragging various chairs across the room and repositioning them a number of times, though he seems totally oblivious to any disturbance he may be causing. A few minutes of loud metalic screeching pass before he’s got the chairs just how he wants them, in a perfect little circle.

Alright, looking good. Next up, John finds some paper (green) and some crayons (purple) and scrawls himself a little sign, reading ‘Open Therapy Circle’, and of course he’s gotta draw some smiles and clown faces on there for good measure so everyone understand it’s a positive space.

And for the final touch, John dives into his handy duffle bag (thank you demon staff?) and digs around until he finds them…

“Come on, I know you guys are in here somewhere…” he grumbles to himself, scowling at the chaotic mess of clothes and knives and makeup and smoke bombs-- ahha! Search complete! The pale green haired man produces a pair of plushies from his bag; one is a blond female in a dress and the other is a brunette male in a suit, and both of them feature blue button eyes. Plushies are weird enough, but it would be weirder if they were plushies of certain people, wouldn’t it?

Because they totally are. John sits each plushie in its own seat inside the circle, and then drops himself into the seat next to the one in the suit, a casual posture hanging his long lanky limbs.

“I guess now we wait?” he side eyes one toy and then the other, melting a little into the chair in a show of impatient boredom. Hopefully someone comes along soon because a bored John Doe is a scary creature indeed.



[ Follow Me Down Prompt 1: Trying New Things ]


“Fried… kittens?” John eyes the demonic server dubiously, one slick green brow floating. “Arkham served some questionable things but I gotta say, that’s never been on the menu before.” It’s kinda sad, poor little kittens. But also they’re not gonna get less dead if John doesn’t eat one.

“Well, I guess… when in Rome?” he picks up a crispy fried leg and examines it far too briefly and casually, shrugs, and takes a bite.

“You know what would be good on this? Honey mustard,” he comments between chewing, “it could stand to be sweeter.”



Network [voice, un: j.doe ]


Probably an unpopular opinion, but this place is a hoot compared to Arkham. I was getting so bored but this… this has potential. I can’t be the only one having too much fun, can I?

[eerie giggles that shift from deep in the throat to high in the nose trail on for a bit to long.]

Seems like a good place to make friends. And, speaking of bestest, forever friends…

… Batman? Are you out there somewhere? I miss ya buddy. [His voice actually sounds almost sad there for a second]

Guess I should follow Doctor Leeland’s advice and try to extend my friend circle, while I’m here…
theonewiththewand: (victory)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-19 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Draco clears his throat a bit nervously, but doesn't quite have the fortitude to back out either, so...

"Right." How different could it really be from a sword, he reasons.

He does catch the shift in Squalo's expression in the periphery of his awareness, and while his lips quirk wryly (as Draco's family had always been relatively capable themselves) he wonders if his drinking companion might feel different if he ever had the dubious honor of meeting Dumbledore... or Voldemort for that matter. Draco wonders if they're here too, somewhere in this place, or if there was something he did to warrant this fate that was worse than anything they had ever done.

"If I'd had an entire lifetime to train for it, I'm still not sure I could have ever really defeated him, unless he let me win."

Which, Draco realizes now, it's entirely possible he might have.
styxtoshadows: (arms folded  6)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-05-19 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because you'd make too much noise. Though I guess you could handle a chef or two before they brought the guards." Anyone who could leave a them-shaped imprint in a wall could probably handle guards too, maybe even armored guards, but he didn't mention that.

"How much do you need to eat?"
sharktrash: (contemplative // smirk)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose in that case not going for a duel is acceptable," he drawls, watching Draco's expression. "There's still more appropriate methods than poison, though. Like a dagger to the throat in the middle of the night."

When it came down to it, someone willing to kill had to be willing to get their hands dirty, as far as he's concerned. The victim was owed that much at least.

"I did have someone who made me feel that way. Joined him instead."

He shrugs, finishes his glass and pours in yet another.
sharktrash: (diplomatic // no srsly keep your trash)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-19 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Absolutely. That or he's just enjoying it a little bit. Nothing makes you feel better about a situation you can't control than having control over something, even if it's just making a girl whimper. ]

It'll look cool. [ That's not a lie. ] Is the word "siren" supposed to mean something to me? They're supposed to be good at singing, not body art.
phaseshifter: ((( ͠° ͟ ͟ʖ ͡° )))

[personal profile] phaseshifter 2019-05-19 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want it to look cool! I thought we agreed no effing scars?? So no matter how it looks, it should be temporary!

[ Who wants to get marked for life by some rando, geez? Or. Unlife. Afterlife. WHATEVER. She's still not going to ask him to stop, though, even if she's glowering at him over her shoulder a bit. ]

Wrong kinda siren. Like - space witches? Super rare, neat powers, tattoos? Maybe you call us something different.

[ Because if Earth ISN'T a backwater irrelevant heckhole surely they've at least heard of sirens there. DUH. ]
theonewiththewand: (turning)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-19 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Draco's low laugh is probably annoyingly smug, though it trails off quickly when he gets distracted leaning in to bite at an already rather tender looking spot on Billy's neck, if only to thank him for the compliment.

"Does seem a bit... precarious," he eventually sighs. His hips are incredibly reluctant to stop, but he eases their impact enough that the table feels sightly less likely to completely collapse under them. For now. The adjustment changes their rhythm completely, and he shifts his angle in an attempt to press a little deeper in the meantime, with a half-stifled groan.

"We could always move..." He chances another, harder thrust and the table once again shakes beneath them. "...or we can risk it."
theonewiththewand: (reasons)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-19 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not as though I hadn't thought of it," he admits, perhaps far too easily. The details are fresh in his mind thanks to this new list, but he very much does not want to go into them... Unfortunately he's defensive enough, and buzzed enough, to be speaking about it anyway.

"His security spells were quite impenetrable, I'm afraid. My only options at the time were... more indirect." A definite shadow crosses his gaze thinking back on it, especially the necklace, and the disturbing amount of Imperious he needed to use to attempt it.

He had, honestly, been slightly less upset over almost poisoning Weasley somehow by mistake.

He sends a questioning look Squalo's way as he swirls his own glass idly. He's wondered a lot recently what might have happened if he'd done something similar. "How'd that go, then? The joining."
compelledtoprotect: (blushy blushy)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-19 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Too much . . . You do realize when I'm not frantically looking for loved ones I have some idea of how to be subtle, right? You really think I'm just some dumb muscle, don't you?"

Steve was a little offended and entertained the possibility of making Styx walk, or better yet, just dropping him on a high shelf and walking away. But that would be rude, and frankly, that was usually the impression he preferred people to have . . . Still! It was insulting dammit! He huffed in annoyance for a minute and then felt his cheeks flush.

"Um. A lot. I wouldn't be surprised if I was as bad as your orc buddy, at least over the course of a day. I can do alright on less, but if I'm pushing myself . . . It's a lot."
invicto: (ten.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, James wasn't here to make this better for Kavinsky, so he might as well get used to it. As it was it didn't seem like he had any complaints-- not that James was accepting criticism at the moment. He might just strike him even harder if he decided to see how annoying he could be.

"Would it? I'm sure I can find something in this room," he tilted his head, watching, then pulling the flogger back only to smack it across one of Kavinsky's thighs, the tips of the thongs whipping across the skin. "And I didn't say you could touch yourself yet, you greedy little bitch."

With that warning, he looked to the nearest table with a few accessories on display. Most of them were instruments of torture, granted, but maybe he could find something suitable among them. It would be one kind of torture, after all, when he knew very well what Kavinsky was talking about when he mentioned having something shoved up his ass.
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Some people probably wouldn't go along so willingly with him, but James is enjoying his relative anonymity here in Hell, where people don't know the Empire and don't know him by name, or by reputation. Feels good to have people be this willing. Granted, he's not planning on doing anything terrible to Billy, but... well, one day that trusting nature might work in his favor.

For now he'll just use it to his own enjoyment, and hopefully Billy's too. His arms wrap completely around Billy's waist, one hand sliding up his back while the other slips underneath the fabric, seeking skin. It's the kind of contact the drug makes him crave for, and he imagines Billy will enjoy it just as much. ]
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-20 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ If only James knew Steve was thinking of that other him, even if only momentarily, he would probably throw a fit and call this whole thing off. As it was, Steve was doing a great job at keeping him distracted, and he let out a sharp gasp when he felt the fabric of his trousers being torn, until he was down to his boxer briefs, his hard cock straining the tight fabric in a very noticeable way. ]

God, yeah... do that sometime when we're in a rush. [ He groaned, already thinking of a handful of scenarios where he'd want to get Steve off fast. He didn't even care if he came, honestly. Just having Steve stuffing his mouth and fucking his throat raw would be enough satisfaction. ]

Think I can manage quite a few rounds. [ He hadn't exactly counted the last few times, and anyway his partners hardly ever seemed to last as long as he did. It was exciting, and a little frightening, to think that Steve could go for much longer. Long enough for him to just be a limp, worn out mess on the bed, unable to do more than just take the abuse over and over again. ]

Yeah. Yeah, keep going. Fuck me as long as you want, as many times as you need. Don't care if I'm telling you to stop.
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
James lets out a soft laugh at the complaint. "Maybe you should fix that," he suggests ever so helpfully. He doesn't really care about his current state of undress, and he doesn't think, in the grander scheme of things, that anyone here will care about some half-naked guys grinding against each other. Or doing more than just grinding, if it gets to that.

He curls a hand around Klaus's leg, ever so helpful, holding it up and around his waist. His other hand continues to touch as much of Klaus's torso as he can reach, tugging that tank top up to his armpits so it bunches there and it's mostly out of the way.