TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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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 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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Comments

[hellboundheart]

I'm sure you can find that too. Seems to be something here to cater to everyone's tastes.

[That sliver of a smile rises again. My, my, what a surprise. Whether or not it's a pleasant one remains to be seen. John made that mistake before in a pretty face. It's his nature though to dig, prod and push.]

[Another breath is taken from the cigarette before he taps it with one fingertip to knock the ashes off. The tip of each nail is slightly hooked and sharp. There's no real care in him as he does. Hell has worse than a little ash.]

And what is it you'd rather be invited for then? You the fluffer sort, keep everyone on camera happy and ready to go? Or are you more the performer sort with those big blue eyes?

[invicto]

[ James looks around the room, humming and nodding. That much seems true, though these rooms seem to cater to a kinkier audience. He can't imagine why more vanilla-type people would come to a place like this to begin with anyway, and the things here cater to his tastes, which is all he really cares about.

He glances down to the sharp claw-like nails, head tilting. How curious. The guy definitely looks human otherwise. ]

That what you're into, someone making you happy? Sounds very tame. [ He lowers the flogger to his side, free hand lightly cupping the guy's face. The scar on his cheek shifts when his lips stretch into a crooked grin. ] Little of both, I guess. Not interested in a gentle treatment, either way.

[hellboundheart]

[John believes that most humans don't know what they want or that they can't have it for some reason or another. It's that gray area that demons like him play in the most. Give someone their 'secret' wants, and there's a myraid of reactions. But this one? John isn't so sure he can be manipulated like others.]

I sort of... come with the property, you might say.

[A lie, sort of, not that John thinks anyone would appreciate the distinction. Red filters through his irises, lips parting in a smile full of sharp teeth. A beat, and he's nothing more than a scruffy sort in a ratty trench. The sensation of living warm human skin against his hellfire heated self is a sensation that hasn't come about for two years since he died. While he notices the flogger, John doesn't fear that. Those sharp teeth come back into play again with a twist of his head, an attempted nip at those fingers. There's no desire to break skin or shed blood, more a warning to this here human which of them is the demon in an alien version of Hell.]

You want nice or something that screams appropriately, you might be better off elsewhere. I'm good at holding the flogger [a hand lowers to stir a fingertip through the flogger's lashes] or taking it. You should always be careful what you ask for in Hell though. You might just get it. For a price.

[invicto]

[ James has virtually no shame when it comes to his wants or needs, so he'd be hard-pressed to find a secret he could use to manipulate him. Plus, he might not take too kindly to being toyed with, and in a place like this he wouldn't be short on ideas to get back at someone for something like that. ]

Best-looking demon I've seen so far.

[ That's what he is, isn't it? Sharp teeth, red eyes, clawed nails, and he comes with the property. James can't think of anything else.

His grip on the flogger tightens when he feels the man touching the flogger, and he presses a thumb against a sharp tooth, practically daring him. Blood's never scared him. And it'll take more than that for him to be fearful of anything, even a demon in Hell. ]

Everything I've ever gotten, I've paid a price for it. If it were any different here... I might've been disappointed. [ He draws his fingertip along the man's lower lip. ] So? Are you gonna do something, or is everyone in Hell all talk?

[hellboundheart]

[Death hadn't improved John Constantine's ability to step away. Running the game is a long standing need of his, to control and shift events or people his way when possible. But, oh, wouldn't it be fun when this little treat met up with his human self running about? Might as well give him something to compare then.]

Going to make me go all weak in the knees with talk like that.

[The press of the fingertip, that dare? John never had been able to know a limit even when he ran up against it. A slight closing of his jaw brings that razored canine down skin, parting it. The wet heat of his tongue is quick to follow, chasing what living heat is shed. The ruby alights in his eyes again, unwanted but there all the same.]

I find consent sexy. [The tip of his tongue caresses his lower lip, following the path of James' finger.] And I like to know what someone wants, likes. It's the demon in me.

[A lie, but far be it from John to not use mythology in his con. Damn shame he doesn't know James is from the stars instead of Earth of his time.]

Unless you want to throw each other around and see who gets to be on top that way.

[invicto]

[ James is afraid of very little, and there hasn't been a circumstance in his life (or death) so far that has pushed him to admit to any of it out loud. John could try, push and see where his limits are, see if he ever gets squeamish about anything, but so far?

He even gasps a little when he feels the skin of his finger break, pushing it against the demon's tongue. He's not even slightly put off by the red in his eyes, and those pointed teeth and nails are starting to look more and more like sharp, delightful promises, even if he does try to contain his eagerness. ]

I find violence hot. Make it hurt for me, and I can make it hurt for you too if you want. Or... you can try to tie me up, push my face down on a table, see how much it takes for me to be good.

[ Hint: it takes a lot. He grips the flogger tight, biting on his lower lip, bleeding thumb pressing against the corner of the guy's mouth. ]

Maybe we should. I don't roll over easy, much less so to weaklings. You wanna be on top? Then you better earn it.

(again, feel free to change/avoid/PM me, rewrite anything you don't like)

[hellboundheart]

[He curls his tongue around James' finger one last time, sliding his mouth off with a soft pop. Those sharp teeth form into a smile that's hungry more than anything, straightening to his full six foot height. Doesn't add much considering James' height, but it's better than his usual slouch.]

You humans. Good. Oh pet, if I wanted you to be good, I would blink my eyes and speak a few words. Then, you'd be my pretty doll to walk about or fuck however I wanted with an empty smile on your face and a willing mouth. Willing for anything, really. At least until my human self decided to interfere.

[Pitching the cigarette aside, a clawed hand lifted to try and wrap about the one that James had on his face. A prison of sharp tips touched but didn't pierce that captive hand. His head lowered, crimson eyes still on James' own. John's lips were falsely tender where he touched them to the tender inside of the wrist, replaced shortly by a barely there scrape of his teeth where below that skin the demon could feel the beat of the human's heart. It had been two long years without life and warmth. Whoever this stranger is, he didn't have the same fear or hatred his human self had. His head lifts just enough to separate his mouth from that tempting heat to speak.]

I don't want you to be good. Feel good, yes. I like hearing my name screamed in pleasure mixed with pain. Being good? I don't care. I don't plan on being good for you or anyone else.

[Another lick and a sharper nip at that wrist is taken before he speaks again.]

Now, human, if you want to play the games of pain and pleasure with me? We can. Just don't confuse me with one of those living and plain things you'd had before. Deal? Oh, and my name is John Constantine. Just in case you'd like to know.

nope, I'm good with everything here! (but likewise to you)

[invicto]

[ This guy's different. Doesn't take much to see that. Maybe because he's a demon, or maybe there's more to it, but James doesn't really care for the details. It's thrilling, promising, and there's not a cell in him that's even worried about what might happen to him.

He knows he's only human, and maybe to a demon that doesn't mean much. But James still thinks he can pose a challenge. He's not burdened with morals, empathy or whatever sentimentalities hold back most people from doing the most gruesome things. It takes a cold heart to rise to Captain in the Terran Empire, every moment is a battle from then on, and a distraction is more than enough for some treacherous lieutenant to plunge a knife into his back.

He's not soft, and he's not warm, and John will soon learn that he's definitely not all talk. ]

Good. [ He moves his hand only slightly, not removing it from John's grip, just enough to grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back hard, tipping his head down to sink his teeth to his neck in a quick bite. Then he purrs into his ear. ] I'd be terribly disappointed if you turned out to be a plain little thing.

[hellboundheart]

[And John Constantine can't help himself but to laugh even as that humour goes to war with a surge of lust he hadn't been expecting. So many new things in this Hell. Even as his head arches back at James' pull and the sting of a bite against his throat as felt, the laughter tapers down to a whuff. That in turns becomes a low noise of want and heat.]

[But surrender? Not for the likes of John Constantine, dead or alive.]

[That last bubble of amusement dies as John shoves all the wall, trying to put his weight into James to throw him off balance if at all possible. The basic problem might end of being that James is military trained. John, well, he's gotten into a lot of pub fights. But he is resourceful and twists, trying to at least try to get on top. He isn't above resorting to magic, and he has just the spell in mind if it looks like he'll need it.]

[invicto]

[ James expects the fight, the struggle. He'd be disappointed too if John just rolled over without a fight, so it's not too terribly surprising when he's shoved away. He stumbles for a step or two, but quickly regains his footing, lips curling into a twisted grin as he fixes his gaze on John.

No need for surrender, it's much more fun to fight for what he wants.

He reaches out to grab one of John's wrists, the hold tight as he tries to twist his arm just enough to get him turned around. The movement is quick and precise, and it doesn't look like John has much of a physique to resist that hold. If be does, it'll be because he uses some kind of demonic ability of his, but nevertheless he tries to push him up against the wall, even if he still half-expects to be shoved or thrown across the room. ]

[hellboundheart]

[Demonic strength is really not one of John's gifts. Magic is his area of expertise, not real fighting. Give him a pub brawl, and he's hold his own. This is showing itself to be rapidly not in his favour.]

[Too bad he rarely plays games he thinks he can't win. Time to change the field or try to.]

[Arm trapped behind him, John squirms to see how much control James has over him, how strong this man might be. Spidery words of magic are said without an attempt to disguise the action, pushing himself back into James as much as he can. If all goes well, and that's a big 'if' with how this new Hell might affect his magic, all it should take is a touch to James. Every nerve should sing then, heat in shades of pleasure and pain slipping along each one. Overstimulation and a good crack of lust with it if the spell launches rightly. Meant to stun momentarily a normal person with too much sensation.]

[Damn shame John had never heard of the mirror verse of what it took to survive there. Damn shame James didn't know the first thing one should do is gag a wizard. At least one of them might learn from this.]

[invicto]

[ Damn shame they both don't know nearly enough about the other yet. The way things are going, James's interest is sure to be piqued, but at the moment he just wants to win, to have the upper hand.

For a moment, it even looks like he might. But then John's muttering something, and the next brush of skin against skin sends a spark of sensation up his torso, so intense he has to let go. He groans, thrown off his balance by the intensity, the pain, the pleasure. But it's only because of the element of surprise that it gets him. He's been on the receiving end of an agonizer, and he's learned to withstand a whole lot worse than this.

When he opens his eyes again, shaking his head and forcing himself to regain his focus, his gaze is darker, frown deeper. He bares his teeth, then lunges towards John, not quite kissing him so much as biting hard on his lips, slamming him hard against the wall. If he's got his mouth busy, he can't spit out any more of his stupid spells. ]

[hellboundheart]

[If John weren't trying to win this physical contest, he'd be impressed at Kirk's ability to recover. Then again, he had no idea that an agonizer even existed and would have been equal shares of horrified and intrigued. But it gets him what he wants momentarily. And gives him hope for the human's refractory period.]

[And oh but that look. That passion and heat. The demon can't help but want it.]

[The victorious grin that had just been taking life ends up lost as he himself gets thrown back under Kirk. He's going to be a damn mess of bruises before this is all over, feeling James on him for days. His pointed teeth nip at Kirk's lower lip as if wanting to devour him, that dark ugly crimson flaring in his eyes. The tip of his tongue is quick to follow and catch any droplet of blood he might have freed. Sharp nails try to rake down James back, thighs parting as he tries to slide a leg around him. Bring him closer and shred clothing if he has to. Later, he'll wonder if his own damn spell hadn't backfired on him.]

[invicto]

[ His curiosity can be satisfied some other day. James does have an agonizer with him here, and he fully plans on using it at some point, whether on the willing or not.

But right now, and right here, there's already plenty for him to have fun with, and things look up with the way John reacts to his approach. He parts his lips with a muffled groan, letting John lick the blood clean, and he presses a thigh between his legs, urging him to lift one and wrap it around his waist. Not so tough now, is he?

His body arches when he feels nails drag down his back, shuddering. The sharp tips don't put him off in the least, and he reaches up to the collar of John's shirt, grabbing it in fistfuls and yanking hard enough to rip it open, sending buttons flying in all directions. He tugs it down John's arms but then just lets the fabric pool around his wrists, using the excess fabric to tie a quick knot and bind his wrists together. It's not gonna hold up for long, but it's just a temporary fix, and a way to see what John might be willing to let him get away with. ]

Now, are you done with those cheap tricks or do I have to gag you too?

[hellboundheart]

[It's an easy enough thing for John to wrap his legs around Kirk's waist, already hard beneath the cheap polyester. The grate of material against his length isn't exactly bad and thanks to whatever space god gave Kirk strong thighs. A religion may have to be established to those and the big blue eyes.]

[The flimsy K-mart brand shirt shreds under James' pull, those nails digging in again. One draws up the length up his spine, ticking on each vertebrae. John isn't going to be the only one bloodied and bruised if he has his way and damn if Kirk isn't pretty when he's in pain. At least until his hands end up trapped behind him, a snarl more feral than human breaking loose. Being denied what he wants isn't a common occurrence, and that lustful drag of their bodies together shifts to a pull to see if he can get free right away. He'd need to speak or use his hands for another spell. Sharpened teeth are bared at Jim, promising him more if John gets the chance. His unresistant weight settles for now against Kirk although his thighs tighten to pull him as close as he can for his own enjoyment.]

[Archaic designs cover every inch of John's now exposed skin, shapes and writing in languages long gone. They're carved in and inked, different from a normal tattoo. They run from throat to wrists to ankles, a roadmap of magic laid out across his skin.]

Gag me and you'll never get to experience one of the things I'm very good at.

[The tips of his teeth recede, leaving them normal. The tip of his tongue licks out to catch a smear of James' blood on his lips.]

[invicto]

[ The knot is tight enough that a simple tug won't undo it, though it's not impossible for John to free himself. It'd be no fun if he could do it too easily, after all.

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

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

[ Plenty of options here, though he has a feeling he knows what John's talking about. ]

[hellboundheart]

[The fact that it resist a tug is enough for John, gives the illusion of being captured enough to enjoy the sensation. He plans to return the favour later. A damn shame he'll end up jumping the other Kirk.]

[The touch of fingers over the designs carved into his skin brings the most apparent reaction, a gasp of breath that's almost strangled by a full body writhe against James. Beneath the man's fingers, the symbols seems to shift some... lines of text moving on so that the next set of symbols is under his touch.]

[Words that had started to come to his mouth are stopped by a hiss of pain and pleasure, a growl that leaves his eyes slowing bright and teeth exposed. Control is being rapidly lost to sensation.]

I was going to suggest going down on my knees and letting you hold onto my hair while you thrust down my throat, but you're making a brilliant case for a hard fucking right here against the wall. Think you can make me remember you tomorrow? Leave enough marks on me that I'll be feeling you for more than an hour or two? You said you liked violence. Haven't seen much of that yet.

[There's that sly sliver of a smile, trying to get James upset or rushed enough for him to grab control back.]

[invicto]

[ Oh, if he's trying to poke James, he's sure succeeding, but he might not get the outcome he's hoping for. James grits his teeth, one hand going up to John's hair, grabbing a firm fistful and tugging hard enough to hurt. ]

Is that what you wanna see? You want me to be violent? I can do that. I can throw you over that bed and whip your ass until it bleeds. Or mark your skin with that lovely scourge I found. Maybe something simpler, mm? I do have my faithful dagger on me. Tell me, John... how violent would you like me to be? Or would you rather I hurt you while you're begging me to stop?

[ A firm no will be enough for him not to push too hard, but if he knows John was into any of those things, then he isn't going to waste a single moment. All he needs was a word, a gasp, even feeling that cock twitch against his groin. Any sign that John might be into one of those things more than the others. ]