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Penance Mods ([personal profile] penancemods) wrote in [community profile] penancememes2019-04-21 09:28 pm
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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.

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Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle/The Dream Thieves | OTA (m/m for smut)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-23 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joseph Kavinsky is 17 years old, per canon, and comes from the end of The Dream Thieves. If you are canon blind and have questions, you can message me at [plurk.com profile] besosde]
Stand Your Ground - II
Kavinsky wasn't looking for anything in particular, but he found it anyway. The torture chamber was something out of a bad bdsm catalog or gory snuff flick, and Kavinsky was distractingly enamored as soon as he stepped into it.

He touched everything. He had to touch everything. Some things he set down immediately. Others he picked up and held close and inspected. Put the thing to memory.

He sat down on one of the benches, then sprawled back, squirming and writhing until he was comfortable. A vibrating, ridiculous giggle broke out of him. Oh, this wasn't Hell for him at all.

There was movement at the door. Kavinsky didn't sit up, just stayed there, a slight arch in his back. His grin was sharp, toothy and wild.

"Pretty neat, huh?"


Reach Up High - I
Kavinsky wasn't prone to honesty in any sense of the word, and he was not prone to self-discovery or growth, and he was not prone to revealing himself to other people. In fact, if questioned, he would lie and fabricate and hedge as much as he could. This was a survival technique, but it was also just a thing that he did because he liked it.

He also liked knives. He also liked watching people squirm.

While he was alone, he played with the knife, doing that trick of stabbing into the table between his fingers with increasing speed. And when someone finally joined him and they were informed what they were supposed to do, Kavinsky whistled low.

He pointed at the other with the blade of his knife. "Maybe you should go first. My list is pretty fuckin' long."


Follow Me Down - I or II - cw: drug use, potential for dub-con and kink
This was Kavinsky's kind of a party. There was food, there was music, there was drugs. There were men looking far too uncomfortable but definitely willing to be bribed with a drink and a pretty smile. Kavinsky had those in spades. Well, the drinks were free for anyone, they were just giving them away. But Kavinsky's smile was blissed out, his gaze a little milky. Oh, he was having the time of his fucking life.

He migrated, periodically, between the drug-den of a bar and the sex club just outside the hotel. Equal time would be spent at both, though the sex club had the downside of topless women and all that sort of thing. Not Kavinsky's jam. If he was going to be in Hell for being a goddamn sodomite, among other things, he felt like he could sneer at as many women as he wanted--and not the way he did back home.

When he was at the bar, he wanted to stay and see what other drugs and drinks they had available. When he was at the club, he wanted to stay and see who would pick him up.

Oh, this was a good goddamn night.


Network
anyone need something? i can hook you up. only demons that have touched this shit is me ;)
Edited 2019-04-23 17:29 (UTC)
pococurante: (friendly)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Or the longer you have to stay here. Does "vandalizing the property of Hell" count as a sin?

[ Spike rolls up his sleeves anyway. His list is so long, even if it does count it's not like it's going to make that much of a difference. Who doesn't like a little petty mischief? He crouches next to the kid and eyes up the thing. It's nasty. ]

Hand me that wrench.
pococurante: (smoke)

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Spike usually stuck to guns or bombs or other things that explode. Blades aren't really his style, though he will in a pinch. Either way, he's not bent on murder at the moment. Just curing his hangover. ]

I'll meet you at the elevator bay. My name's Spike. I'm wearing a blue jacket.
noassgardian: (b | id someone say game of thrones)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-04-23 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, they're apparently stuck in a questionable elevator in hell that even the demons didn't want to test out. How can you not wonder about certain death?

Still, that laugh gets Billy cracking a grin of his own before he takes a step back, leaning against one of the walls of the elevator casually. At least it feels sturdy? No concerning lurching or sudden drops so far.

"Oh, I don't know. I've got a feeling they're in no huge hurry." He arches brow, curious, tone maybe just edging on teasing. "Why?"
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[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Cute.

What would you give me in return?
odaystar: (Default)

[text]

[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Then perhaps it's for the best you remain here.

What do you think?
odaystar: (Default)

[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that is entirely your choice to make along the way.

What would you ask for in return?
odaystar: (Default)

[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, exactly. You can thank the Heavenly Father for this mess.

Although I'm certain he only has your best intentions at heart as well.
not_my_brothers_keeper: (pic#13062490)

[personal profile] not_my_brothers_keeper 2019-04-23 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Power. Comfort. I am rather simple with my needs and desires.
hellboundheart: (another long night)

[personal profile] hellboundheart 2019-04-23 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as he'd like to say it, running into himself doesn't even make the top ten of weirdness that John Constantine has encountered. Death had a way of doing that to a person.

"Of course we are. Only way we'd look better if one of us had a bottle of something and a new pack of Silk Cuts."

Death hadn't exactly improved this one's sense of humour, unfortunately. The smile he wore felt thin although with all his usual bravado. It really was an unpleasant thing to see one's self back when there had been a hope of heaven, a chance at redemption. Even with all that the voice had promised, John didn't quite believe. Not yet. He'd bought a ticket to that train before. This though? This was like a bad joke. An exorcist and a demon get stuck on an elevator...

"If you're thinking of that dream we had that one time in that place, this isn't it."

What? It's what demon John was thinking about. No shame there.

"I'd ask what brings you to what looks like Hell, but I already know."
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Goodnight Robicheaux | Magnificent Seven | OTA

[personal profile] intheashes 2019-04-23 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival
He is no stranger to nightmares. It's rarer for him to not wake up with a jolt, sweat on his brow, hands shaking. The falling isn't new either. Does he remember death? He remembers the separate slugs and then falling. But nothing after. Only this. Only this red room

Honestly, this room is a hell of a lot nicer than half the rooms he's rented in recent months. This is a damn luxury compared to some of those places.

He takes his time to gather himself. Can't be shaking now. He's missing something of vital importance. Something he hasn't woken up without in year. Surely, Billy is just down stairs getting them breakfast like before. Rose Creek was just another nightmare.

The list, the phone, these things are ignored for now. The man instead takes a deep breath and steps out of his room. And right into you.

He flashes a gold toothed smile and draws a polite southern, "Pardon me."

STAND YOUR GROUND
Prompt I


[Guess who's never seen an elevator before on his life. This guy. He bulks hard the second that door opens and those costrophobic insides come into view.

He peeks inside, half in and half out of the elevator, just looking it over, brow furrowed ]


You want me...to get into that contraption. You must be out of your damn mind.

REACH UP HIGH
Prompt I

His hand shakes as he stares at the knife. At the list before him. He glances at his own list, stomach churning. He looks away. "I can't..." He whispers, voice shaking. "There's already been so much..." Blood he means. There's so many deaths on his record, so many lives staining his soul. He can't do this. Not to someone else.

He feels the cut into his skin from a phantom blade and he grits his teeth. As long as he doesn't see his own blood, he's sure he'll handle this. He has to. "You don't need to bare my sins. But you can. Just don't let me see." He offers up an arm. His wishes his hand would stop shaking.

FOLLOW ME DOWN
Prompt I - drugs


Finally, relief. The only kind he knows. An opium laced cigerette hangs from his lips. He take slow steady lung fulls. It calms him. Soothes him.

He can even crack jokes. "I expected pitch forks, you know. Like the ministers back home always were hollering about from the pulpit. A bit disappointed, don't you think?"
Edited 2019-04-23 18:59 (UTC)
nothingtoknives: (In the Shadows)

Reach Up High

[personal profile] nothingtoknives 2019-04-23 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know."
His voice is quiet, soft. An owl's wing in the wind. Just as it always does, just as it always is. His own list is- well, it's not exactly any shorter than Goodnight's, now is it?

But he's the one who knows what to do with knives. How to be gentle. How to cut without leaving lasting damage. And so he picks one up from the case, testing the weight of it in his hand. Silver curves around his fingers as he tests the balance, even going so far as to throw one across the room so only one blade remains between them.

"Goody, let me do this. Let me help you." It's hell, hurting him. But it's hell seeing him cut deep by invisible knives. And if they have the lesser of two evils to choose from...
He takes Goodnight's arm, so gentle as he holds his wrist.
"... Take off your shirt." He won't have to see his own blood. And with Billy behind the blade, it won't hurt more than a tattoo.
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[personal profile] corpsequeen 2019-04-23 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carving sins into a partner. How dramatic. It's cringeworthy how this task is meant to do anything about redemption. Why would she need to be redeemed for anything, anyway? Wasn't being the Arcana's bitch enough?

Velia leans back against the counter, an intricate blade from her belt in hand as she watches her 'partner.' There's a twinge of madness to his eyes. An excitement she feels when surrounded by the dead, a battlefield buzzing with newfound chaos and untamed magic. It's enough of a reminder to have her tongue swiping her bottom lip, as if to try and taste the air.

Does that mean he speaks to the dead--or is it more the look of someone's mind touched by an Ancient? ]


And no circle, first? That's a waste of good blood and magic, pet.
pococurante: (smoke)

Follow Me Down I

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Spike is doing his best to blend in. Quiet. Calm. He isn't too drunk and the only thing he's smoking is cigarettes. He's not really in the mood to party, but he is in the mood to figure out who some of these other people are.

He sees a young woman who could probably kick his ass making no secret of that as she glares at anybody who comes close. So of course he approaches her. He's a glutton for punishment. ]


Enjoying the party?
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Edward Elric | FMA (Manga) | OTA

[personal profile] milkisgross 2019-04-23 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground II.
It had taken a while for Ed to calm down from the sheer panic he felt when he first arrived. From what he last remembered before winding up here, he really didn't know if he was dead or not. Eventually, he slowly opens the door into the hallway and makes his way around the hotel. He's not even sure where he's going but he soon stumbles upon a room he really wished he hadn't discovered.

His eyes widen as he looks around the room. It's only a moment later when he turns to leave, but bumps into someone who had come up behind him while he was distracted with the horror of it all.


Reach Up High I. CW for cutting and blood
Ed found himself being shoved into a room unexpectedly. Before he could turn around and either yell at the jerk who did it or run back out, it slammed shut behind him. He ran over to try to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Alright. Fine. This wasn't the first time he found himself locked in a room. He clapped his hands and pressed them to the door to transmute himself a door that would work.

But nothing happened.

"What the hell?!"

He clapped again. Nothing. It was like that bearded guy under Central doing whatever it was to block his ability to use alchemy. He stepped back from the door and looked around the room for an alternative way out and that's when he noticed the collection of knives displayed all around him. It was then that the door opened again and someone else was shoved inside with him before it closed again. Two lists appear on the table in the middle of the room from nowhere. Ed recognizes his right away. His eyes widen in horror as the voice explains what it wants them to do. He snaps his head around to face the person who's stuck here with him. If they can read the teenager's face at all, they'll realize that he is 110% NOT okay with going through with this.


Reach Up High II.
Ed was minding his own business when the voice reappeared and spoke to him. He froze as he listened to it and a brow rose is suspicion. Just...do something nice for someone? What was the catch? This was something he was far more capable of doing than when he was trapped in that room, but he had a feeling this was some kind of trick. He knew what the penalty was for refusing an order like this was before though, so he went around the hotel to look for someone. Thankfully, it wasn't long before he bumped into a person who looked like they might want some help.

"You ok?"


Wildcard
Feel free to tag with your own idea if you've got one! Please no smut.
Edited (cw warning) 2019-04-23 20:10 (UTC)
iloveatallman: (ikw59)

ruby — supernatural

[personal profile] iloveatallman 2019-04-23 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
STAND YOUR GROUND II
[ it’s not the pit, that’s for damn sure.

ruby’s seen some gnarly corners of hell on her lilith apology tour 2008. things that would drive the average person insane. beyond insane, because there’s always something worse, no matter how long and how far you think you’ve sunk. life, soul, sanity—each time you dig, there’s another layer beneath. being in hell isn’t rock bottom; it’s just a stop on the way.

she’s never seen anything like hotel hellifornia anywhere in hell. her hell, she supposes. as remiss as she is to admit it, her curiosity is piqued. she’s heard many a whispered promise before, but usually it’s just about stopping the torture, the pain, something to lessen the overwhelming fear. but it comes with a caveat, like a wish made on a monkey’s paw. sometimes the promises are outright lies, a dangled carrot before you get the stick right across the ass. she can’t remember any of them promising redemption, promising a better life. what even is a better life for a demon anyway?

it’s definitely a wrong turn that leads her into this room. this place rings familiar, though it’s a bit clean for a hell torture room. the fact that she just survived alastair ripping her guts out should have her clearing out of this place p-d-fucking-q. she’s still wearing his handiwork on her body, though the bleeding’s been staunched and the wounds scabbed over. curiosity gets the better of her, though, and concern over something in particular. she moves through the room, carefully examining each blade like she’s looking for some specific.
]
REACH UP HIGH I
[ plain room full of knives. a locked door that doesn’t give no matter how many times she kicks it or slams things against it with demonic force. now this sounds more like the hell she knows and hates.

by the time someone’s shoved into the room with her, ruby’s pacing the floor, arms crossed, body tense. patience isn’t a virtue she possesses in abundance, and there’s very little she has for this particular situation. she pauses a moment to regard her new partner, then the room around them, looking for any changes. her gaze falls on the table, the two lists and two knives poofing into existence as the door slams closed behind the poor schlub trapped with her in here. she’ll approach it first, if the other hesitates. the disembodied voice gives their instructions.
] Figures.

[ she’s already reaching for a knife when the voice speaks again, warning of the promised stick if they don’t bite the offered carrot. with the flick of her wrist, she flips the blade in her hand over, catching it by the dull edge to present the handle to the other person. her expression is a mix of resignation and determination. ] Come on. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we don’t have to stick around to find out what our “encouragement” is.
FOLLOW ME DOWN I
[ a celebration feels like a trap. hell typically has its own idea of what a party is, and it usually means blood, literal guts, screaming, and tears. all the things that make hell hell.

color her surprised when this shindig is more frat party and less horror movie. she’s still waiting for the veneer of the place to completely drop, but in the meantime, she might as well enjoy the facade. the drugs she’ll give a pass to, but food and drink she’ll happily partake in.

she’s just careful to avoid the non-food food that’s served up. puppy is not on the menu tonight, boys.

once she’s had a drink or two, ruby will take her third one over with her as she browses the gambling and gaming. there’s a certain curiosity towards what exactly they’re all gambling with anyway. it’s hell; what kind of economic structure could this place have?
]
WILDCARD
[ choose your own adventure here! open to any of the prompts. if you want to discuss or plot, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] lovedbythesun ]

conjobs: (76)

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm let's see mate, I've got some pocket lint and a photo of my middle finger.
pococurante: (what)

Network

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you mean live owls or are you just used to taxidermy being around?
pococurante: (what)

Stand Your Ground I

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Claustrophobia isn't really a problem. A lot of the spaces he's been in while in space have been cramped, especially for somebody with as lanky a frame as his. But he doesn't like being trapped. Spike doesn't feel any need to contain himself. He knocks on the metal doors. Then bangs on them with his fist. "Hey!" He shouts, way too loud in the enclosed space. "We're stuck in here!"

He starts pushing all the buttons on the panel. Maybe that will spur the thing into action. And notices the young guy crossing his arms and glaring at him. "You got any better ideas?"
unreconciled: (Black Andrej)

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-04-23 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Andrej, though he'd sat through catechism is his youthful days and might have, in times of crisis, uttered a prayer to the Holy Mother, had never felt himself to be particularly religious, certainly not by high Aznir standards of old. The particulars of the situation that he found himself in now may have been giving him serious cause to reconsider his irreligiousness.

Penance for his sins was not undue. More than earned, in truth.

For all of that, the look in Ramsay's eyes is an all-too familiar one. Is it not enough to be punished for his sins, that he must give in to the perverse delights of another? Though it might be fitting, one could suppose, the mind naturally rebels against the thought.

Besides which, Andrej finds himself not fond of how the other man grins.

Taking his own knife in hand, testing its weight in his hand, he replies with dark humor:]


I am afraid it may take more than a full eighth for my own and I am loathe to keep you overlong. Really, it may be faster to determine what else awaits us in time.

[Even he realizes this is an obvious attempt to stall -- and the first small cut from an invisible force across the back of his left hand startles as much as hurts, causing the slightest flinch.]
milkisgross: (ohshitohshitohshit)

Stand Your Ground II

[personal profile] milkisgross 2019-04-23 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ed had been working on getting an idea on how this place was laid out when he noticed an open door and a tall, dark-haired man standing in the door way. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped over to see just what he was talking about.

He regretted everything.]


You call this a room for sparring?!
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[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure the staff could be persuaded into helping you out, in that case.
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Reach Up High II

[personal profile] hellboundheart 2019-04-23 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Calling your fellow sinners 'fools' always helps when there's a disembodied voice nattering about in your head about being nice to them.

[It's the advice that no one wants coming from someone no one wants to see. Cue the trumpets. Leaning back in a chair, John Constantine takes a draw from his cigarette as he looks Viserys over. A gust of smoke out, and John shrugs to himself as if coming to some internal decision about the man or settled on a path of action.]

Since you don't like these people all that much, why don't you get that puppy the demon shoved into that hole outside? Helpless animal and all has to earn you points somewhere along the line. Save the mangy thing, and it might even be loyal and protect you. No offence, mate, but you look like you could use all the protecting you can get.

[A hand waves towards the door lazily. Indeed, there is a helpless whine and yip from a small pup out there at the bottom of a shallow hole it couldn't quite make it out of. Wasn't a canine puppy, but a hellhound pup with hidden sharp teeth and a rather aggressive disposition - not that John is about to warn anyone. That would spoil the fun. His good deed is free entertainment for anyone smart enough to watch.]
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[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
As tempting as that all sounds, I'll have to pass, Mister Constantine.
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Andrej Koscuisko | Jurisdiction Space | OTA

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-04-23 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground: II

[He had been investigating, there had been word of an exercise facility here, and yet when Andrej opened the door...]

Oh Holy Mother...

[It may be more medieval in appearance than Secured Medical, but there is no mistaking what this room is for. It is as if Captain Lowden had been given a full budget for his pet inquisitor and laid out a full course of instrumentation.

Or perhaps not Captain Lowden, since as far as Andrej could tell, there were no recording devices.

He should leave, posthaste. And yet Andrej cannot help but find himself frozen in the doorway. Of course he is a sinner and a grievous one at that, his own long list laid bare for anyone who'd enter his room to see. No doubt a matter of penance and punishment more than inquiry, here. Would he be beneath the tools himself, or expected to perform? Perhaps both, an opinion of far more horror than delight, causing a shudder to ripple through him.]





Follow me down: I

[Andrej is drunk.

Not just regular drunk, but plastered off his ass, barely maintaining his seat drunk. If the empty bottles of vodka next to him are any indication, the man has an absurd tolerance because he's not dead from alcohol poisoning yet.

He may even mistake you for the bartender or a server, interrupting his own quiet and unfortunately off-key singing and suddenly thrusting an empty bottle in your direction to slur:]


This bottle... as you can see, is clearly defective...