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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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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.

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

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

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

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

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"Why not? It's a fine arse," John teases. But he shuffles into place, blocking the view with his back, hoping it makes Billy feel slightly more comfortable. As comfortable as anyone can be about to have a banging good time in an elevator that creaks and groans around them, anyway. Let it not be said that John isn't the spitting image of a gentleman.

"If I stay right here I can't put this in my mouth," he points out, grabbing and squeezing Billy's cock before turning his hand and jerking it off a bit.

"Thanks, but I still like getting to decide who sees it, you know?" You'd think between donning a skin tight, spandex costume and tight jeans all the time, he'd be perfectly fine with most seeing it though.

But John's staying put. Good.

He lets out a noise when John's hand comes around him like that, hi cock eagerly responding to the eager touches. "Is that what you were planning?"

He gives a teasing grin as he tips his head back against the wall of the elevator, his own hand moving to palm over John before fingers curl around him properly to give a teasing squeeze.

"I can't touch this, if you get down on your knees..."

"I'm. To be honest mate I'm not much of a planner," he confesses breathlessly, eyes drifting for a couple of seconds before fixating back on Billy. He's also not particularly fussy about what configuration exactly they're going to end up in as long as one of them is riding more than just the elevator after this.

"Can't touch it if it's balls deep in your arse either," John points out, half in jest, half testing the waters.

"Just sort of the jump first type, huh?" Billy isn't feeling particularly picky in the moment either. They're stuck anyway. They might as well have some fun.

Although John gets a laugh out of him with that suggestion. "Oh, sure. But I know I didn't think to pack lube on me before demons shoved me on an elevator. Did you?"

Case in point - what they're doing right now. A spontaneous escapade at its finest.

"No." Which is not to say that this is going to be a really disappointing hard-on with no resolution. But the balls deep business might have to wait until they're out.

"Maybe later eh? If you're still up for it." For now he's happy to settle for a firm grip and a good rub.

"We'll see about that. Hopefully hell isn't just constant stuck elevators." Or hopefully it is because who knows what's waiting for them out these doors.

But right now, all he really wants to think about is this. Just one more moment of distraction, then deal with the bad stuff.

"Right now though-- this is more than fine. Come on." A handjob in a very unpredictable, easy to be caught in place is as exciting as anything else. He bites at his own lower lip as he drops his eyes, gripping John properly and giving him a firm stroke. Easier to maybe not make eye contact right now, considering this one doesn't seem to know him from Adam.

That's a kind of hell in and of itself, but probably not what they're going to be doing here. They would have just arrived in the elevator then instead of a room.

A hand shoots out and makes a dull thump against the elevator wall as Billy gets his hunched back straightening and elicits a groan from his lips. If the way his other hand is fisting in Billy's shirt is anything to go by, he's enjoying this all the same.

"Fuck," he curses in a breathless whisper. That's good.

Oh, that's a good reaction. He grins to himself as he slides his other hand back to grab at John's ass, kneading as he leans in, nudging under John's jaw, lips grazing over his neck.

"Not quite as good as that, trust me," he teases against his skin.

He rocks his hips against Billy's hand, tilting his head out of the way as lips pay him undue attention. Maybe it's not a rough and fast fuck like he wanted but he's going to make a mess all over Billy's hand in a bit if he keeps rubbing him like that.

His gasps and groans echo off the elevator walls and he grits his teeth as he gets closer and closer.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck. I'm guh- nnh-"

He hadn't expected any sort of elevator sex at all... or being stuck on an elevator really. But he can't complain too much about what he's getting. Those noises so close to his ear are a really pleasant distraction as he tightens his grip even more, moves faster over Constantine at that warning to stroke him through his release.

There's a curse under his own breath as he tips his head back, tries to look up and get a good look at him.

A bony hand curls around Billy's wrist and John's grip tightens harder and harder, quiet whines sounding progressively more helpless until he ducks his head and squeezes his eyes shut when his knees threaten to buckle.

Both hands go to the elevator wall and the second one slamming against it makes the entire death cage rattle around them when he cums, hard cock twitching in Billy's hand as he unintentionally but unapologetically makes a mess on the wall, the floor and the backs of Billy's fingers.

Billy's attention is more with the show than anything else, even with the nearly too tight grip John has on his wrist. But fuck, those whines and the tension running through him. He maybe doesn't have to screw around anymore to keep from dying from a plague -- or maybe he already died from it and that's why he's in hell right now? But either way, this was still worth it.

Well, until the entire elevator starts to rattle. He gives a bit of a wince as he looks around them, as if he can judge anything from inside the death box and whether or not they're about to fall. "John, if you kill us by cumming..."

Well, actually there's really nothing he can do. They're already in hell, so he lets that threat trail off. Besides, it's not very effective when he's a little breathless at the moment, voice a little rougher. He tip his head back for a moment. He's a mess, but he doesn't seem that worried about it right now.

They can carve that on his tombstone. It'll be a fucking laugh. 'John Constantine. He came too hard.' Not the worst way to go, mind you. But maybe not what they ought to be shooting for around here either.

The elevator falls quiet again, to just the sound of both of them panting as he regains his breath and composure. He's tempted to slump against the wall, mess be damned. Might be a better sleep than the one he woke up from when he first got here.

"Let go, love. Don't want you ripping it off when the lift drops down and kills us again."

"At that point, does it matter?" Also, he feels like he should totally get to rip it off if the cause of death is John Constantine.

But neither of them looks to be dying at the moment, so he unhands John after a moment. "Do you even remember dying before you came here? Because I don't. I remember falling asleep and having a messed up dream..."

And then here they were.

"I'm not dead," John confirms with a surety in his voice like if there was one thing he was confident about, it was the fact that he's supposed to be still alive.

"I had a bit to drink last night," he adds while scratching his nose, eyes drifting a bit. Just small fidgets, little manifestations of avoidant behaviour because he doesn't like arguing about his drinking.

"Not enough to kill me. And besides, I wouldn't be here if I was dead." There's a line for his soul. A very long, solemn procession of enemies, ex-lovers and people he couldn't save wanting to torment him over his mistakes. They'd have pulled him into the hell he knows as soon as he drew his last breath.

He gives an absent nod. It's not a surprise to hear Constantine had a bit to drink last night and Billy isn't in a particularly judging mood over it.

"Took a sleeping pill, but those never killed me before." Of course he got it from Zenith, so who knows really. Quin did enough sketchy stuff... But he's not talking about that either.

"I probably wouldn't be in this particular hell either." A pause. Okay, he probably didn't mean it like that, but-- "Unless you meant you were going up, then sorry."

He fidgets a bit. "Anyway, pretty sure none of this is post handjob talk."

That gets a shoulder-shaking kind of laugh out of John as he tries to get his clothes back on without dragging cum all over his trousers. Going up. That's really funny. And not just in an elevator pun kind of way.

"No place upstairs for me love," John says once he can stop himself from laughing, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What's normal post handjob talk for you?"

"I'd settle for just being topside again, but I'm guessing they're not letting us leave here that easily." It wouldn't be in their best interests to. Or Mephisto wouldn't have been that agreeable. What were the chances of this Lucifer letting them go?

"Um, depends on how fast I wanna get my clothes on and get out of there, I guess." And Zenith had a lot of random encounters that could get a little awkward after...

He doesn't care about any mess they left on the floors or the walls, but-- he does care about his own appearance. "So, it seems kind of dumb to play coy in Hell, so I'm just gonna say it... You're not going to get weird if I use a little magic to clean up, are you? No offense, but I don't want to walk around with cum on me."

"It's the big man upstairs who wants to sell us 'redemption' and 'faith' and 'love', let some self-sacrificial withered ballsack take over control of our lives so we don't blame ourselves when it all goes to shits. Dear old Lucy wants us to stay, that self-righteous prick. We're just some nameless, faceless numbers for the prodigal son to nurse his daddy issues with."

If it wasn't already immediately obvious, Constantine's not a big fan of hell. He's far more concerned about how he's going to wriggle his way out of this one than getting to know the other hotel guests. Even if what Billy says has the foul-mouthed blond quirking an eyebrow and giving him the side-eye.

"Go on then. And if you can do that you can go right on ahead and get the doors as well, won't you love?"

"Uh, nice optimism there." But Billy's still not sure they're going to get out of this that easy, not even slightly. Hell doesn't like letting go. "But don't get me wrong... I'm not really fond of either of them. Gods lose their glamour when you've been around them."

And when you realize you're a possible future deity... well, they really lose appeal.

Although he pauses at that question, eyeing the door thoughtfully. "Um..."

He trusts himself with a tiny spell like one to clean up with, but it's kind of a rush, having access to all (or at least most) of his magic again. Something he hasn't had to worry about actively keeping such a handle on in months.

Still, the other option is awkwardly hanging out in an elevator with someone he knows. Knew. Who doesn't know him. That's worth the risk, he figures. "I can do one better and get us down to the lobby."

... and hopefully not overshoot it and land them in hellfire because he's not used to the additional power again. "Or at least outside the doors and on the floor again. How do you feel about walking through a portal, John?"

Casually dropping that kind of information with someone you just happen to be stuck with in an elevator is not something John is used to, but he stores that information away anyway out of sheer habit.

"Yeah alright. I'm always up for a laugh." Implying John doesn't believe some kid can do that, but he's seen powerful magic come from all sorts of unexpected places. It wouldn't blow his mind completely if those hands could do more than stroke cock.

"If we get stuck somewhere else it'll be on you. No pressure mate," he jokes, if nothing else because he's always looking to get a rise out of whoever he's with.

Billy figures there's no real point in playing coy when the devil dragged them all to this weird version of hell. No real advantage to pretending to be a normal teenager when he's never been and isn't going to be, as far as he can see.

He pulls a face at the comments though before he rolls his eyes. "You're not going to get stuck anywhere unless I mean for it to happen. This is just one of my specialties."

He steps forward to place a hand flat on the elevator doors, brows furrowing as he focuses on where he wants them to go. Blue magic sparks along his fingertips, makes his eyes glow bright. "Lobby."

The doors seem to fade as he opens the portal, engulfing them in bright light, and just beyond that seems like it's definitely where he meant to send them.

Honestly, as horrified as he is about accidentally tearing reality apart, he's got to admit he likes feeling like he's not more than half cut off from magic. "Come on then. Let's leave the demons wondering what happened to the guys they shoved in here... if they ever get this thing moving again."

"You mean quickies in elevators aren't your specialty?" John goads, lifting an eyebrow and following it up with a delayed, suggestive smirk.

His eyes get drawn to the action and to the light. Beneath the light amusement, he's genuinely impressed. He was not expecting this at all and he had to wonder why they even bothered to get their pants off when Billy could have just gotten them out of here like this. Was he really after a quickie as well?

He lets Billy go through first and when there's no horrendous screaming or blood splattering out of the portal or anything too weird, he follows straight after, stepping through and arriving in the lobby just as promised.

"Neat trick. Cheers love." He gives Billy a shove against his shoulder. "Catch you around eh? Bring some lube next time."

"That might be another one."

Honestly, he didn't know what the hell he was doing, and he might be feeling kind of-- guilty, maybe. He shouldn't have been screwing around when he could have been getting them out, whatever reservations he had about testing his control of magic at the moment. Maybe guilty isn't the right word, but there's a bit of shame he chose distraction. Then again, whether John recognized him or not, he'd still been interested, and he wasn't complaining all that much now.

At least those thoughts are easily pushed aside with the push. He snorts. "Only if you bring the bed, John."

He gives an absent wave over his shoulder. "But yeah, see you around."

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