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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[ouijahands]

"I didn't think we had one where I was from, either," he says, belying the dumb comment he'd made just a second ago. "But I had lots of fun anyway." He gestures grandly around them, then settles his hand on James's shoulder. "This is my kinda fun. How do you feel?"

[invicto]

"Not what you'd expect from it, though, is it?" A party, attractive and willing people, as many drinks and drugs as they can wish for, and to top all that off, all the pain and torture a sadistic soul like his could ever dream of. Doesn't look a whole lot like Hell to him.

"Good," he says at first, thinking of better words to describe it. "I feel... light. I can feel my heart beating, and my fingers are tingling, my skin is electric. I feel an energy... is that how it's supposed to feel?"

[ouijahands]

Klaus glances back at the room full of moving people for a second. "Not at all," he agrees. Is this really hell? He'd rather not find out the bad things, though he can handle some pretty heavy shit if he has to. But if they're giving out free drugs, then why handle it at all? Most of his adult life (and some of his not adult life), he's spent drugging himself to feel numb and disconnected. Apparently that's how it is in the afterlife, too. Ben missed out, being stuck incorporeal with him on earth.

He lifts one hand - his hello hand - and brushes his fingers along the side of James's face. "Yeah, that's how it's supposed to feel. It's like sensation but amped up. Like you want to touch everyone. Everything. Live inside them."

Drug rambling is way better than existential crap, in his opinion.

[invicto]

James closes his eyes, both surprised and pleased with the touch. It's almost too tender for him to bear, but Klaus is right, it does feel good. It feels great. If it felt like his skin was electric before, now it's like it's on fire, a flush rising to his cheeks at the touch.

"That what you want? Live inside me?" The strangest way to describe the sensation, but James gets it, he thinks. Cutting someone open and crawling into their insides is definitely not the first thing to come to mind, because otherwise that statement would come across as more of a threat.

His hands wander lower on Klaus's sides, fingers slipping smoothly underneath the fabric of his shirt. He practically purrs when he touches bare skin, such a plain feeling several times amplified. "Your skin feels amazing."

[ouijahands]

Klaus's grin is soft, because he was already on some shit before this started (and had been drinking off and on all night, though his tolerance is pretty high). He watches his own fingers trail along James's skin for a second.

He hasn't had an opportunity for anyone to touch him nicely in...awhile, what with whatever the fuck was even going on back home, and the last part of time he spent in Vietnam embroiled in war and tragedy, and he moves closer to James without thinking about it. He's fully dressed, but for Klaus that's not saying too much; he'd left his coat somewhere earlier, and he's just got the tank top, army vest, and skin tight pants left. Still, his shirt moves easily when James pushes his hands on it, leaving what Klaus perceives as trails of feeling along it, spreading up to parts James isn't touching.

"Yeah, live inside you," he echoes. His eyes slide closed for a second; sensation is amped up without looking, or so he read somewhere.

"Your hands feel good," he says in an agreement. "My mouth feels better, though."

He opens his eyes again, figuring this is all greenlit but waiting, because he's super not about to get his high crashed down if James baulks on him.

[invicto]

James is definitely more dressed than Klaus. Force of habit, really, wearing long sleeves that cover his arms, trousers black to match the sweater he's wearing. At least he's done away with his jacket by now.

He definitely could live with shedding a few more layers, though. Just the touch on his face makes him feel hot a little all over, and the more Klaus touches him, the more he craves for it. His fingers press in a little harder against skin, fingertips counting vertebrae, pulling Klaus even closer to him in the process.

His eyes land on Klaus's lips, flicking briefly to meet his gaze when he opens his eyes again. "Not sure I can just take your word for it."

But that is an invitation, isn't it? So James takes it, canting his head and leaning in to slot his mouth against Klaus's in a not-so-gentle kiss.

[ouijahands]

Klaus leans into the kiss immediately, because of course it had been an invitation. He's not aggressive about it, but he's definitely a willing participant. He's been drinking fruity cocktails, which is probably obvious. He's had to move his hands out of the way for this, so he snakes his arms around James, letting one hand push up under his shirt, because there's not enough skin on skin contact going on here. There's desperation in his touch, less held back now that he's gotten past the questioning stage.

[invicto]

Klaus's lips are pliant and his mouth tastes sweet. James finds that he quite likes it, and he hums into the kiss, tongue pushing to deepen the contact almost aggressively, his hands roaming up Klaus's back and mirroring the touch to his own skin.

Every point of contact sends a spark of energy surging through him. He lets out a muffled moan, arching closer, and eventually starts guiding them blindly to the first dark corner he finds, because he still feels like this much touching isn't nearly enough, and he desperately needs more of it.

[ouijahands]

Klaus lets James take the lead on the kiss, but he's hardly a passive participant in it. His tongue meets James's easily; he's made out with quite a few people in his time and it shows. At least hell hasn't taken this from them.

Klaus enjoys the other man's reactions, because it's so rare he does anything like this with anyone who hasn't done it a million times already. He can't remember his first time doing any drug at this point, so the idea is almost novel to him. Well, that, and James is hot as fuck, so what's not to like here? There are zero downsides that he can see - a welcome surprise, given the locale.

He lets James pull him into a corner and finds himself backed against the wall. That's fine with him. He slides his hands down to James's pants and pulls him flush against him. He's already thrumming with anticipation of more contact, thanks to the drugs as much as anything.

[invicto]

This is hardly his first time with an altering substance, but he's far more used to alcohol of various sorts, and rarely ever any drugs like this one. The fact that he's never tried anything like it before only seems to enhance the experience, leaving him more sensitive and definitely more responsive too.

He arches closer with little prompting, hips shifting and rocking forward to grind against Klaus's. His hands slide farther up his back, rounding his sides and spreading across his chest, thumb dragging across a nipple teasingly.

[ouijahands]

Klaus grinds his hips right back, gasping audibly as James's hands roam over his skin. He likes being touched anyway, and the drugs make it all the better.

"You wear too much clothing," he says, pulling back from the kiss long enough to talk, pushing his hands back up to James's shirt and tugging at it, mostly uselessly. It doesn't occur to him that maybe other people don't want to be undressed in public places, but that's such a minor detail to him. He lets one leg hook, maybe a touch awkwardly, up around James's upper leg. He's flexible enough that he doesn't feel stretched; he's just seeking more contact.

[invicto]

James lets out a soft laugh at the complaint. "Maybe you should fix that," he suggests ever so helpfully. He doesn't really care about his current state of undress, and he doesn't think, in the grander scheme of things, that anyone here will care about some half-naked guys grinding against each other. Or doing more than just grinding, if it gets to that.

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

[ouijahands]

"Maybe I should," Klaus says. He slides his arms out of his vest and lets it drop, though he does glance down to see where it lands, because it's important to him. Then he pulls the tank top the rest of the way off. That, he doesn't care about. How he manages to do this precariously balanced against James with his leg up like that is really anybody's guess. Maybe he's just too high to realise he shouldn't be able to do it.

Then he goes to pull James's sweater off, finally, so he can get their bodies more flush against each other.

[invicto]

James purrs as he runs his hands across exposed skin, warm and pliant muscles responding to each touch. He grinds his hips slowly, seeking out some friction between their bodies, pulling away only for long enough to let Klaus tug his sweater off of him.

Then his hands move down Klaus's back, pulling him closer while he leans in to bite and lick at Klaus's lips and into his mouth.

[ouijahands]

Klaus's hips move to meet James's, though he's not quite as slow about it. He's not in a particular hurry (for Klaus), but he's always had a hard time taking things slowly. He's just too frenetic of a person.

He leans up against Jim, opening his mouth to the kiss and returning it eagerly. His hands can't get enough of James's skin; there's no real finesse to the way they roam over his. His movements aren't clumsy or fumbling, just...insistent, seeking, hungry.

[invicto]

James definitely has a different version of taking things slowly, but he doesn't mind the pace Klaus sets in the least. This sort of setting is much more suited for a quick screw than anything else anyway.

There's a bite to the kiss, teeth dragging across flesh, and James purrs warmly as he feels Klaus's hands all over him. Every so often Klaus finds a more sensitive patch of skin, and he shudders or tenses up when he traces around a larger or more distinct scar, though he doesn't ever stop him. If anything he grabs Klaus's ass harder and grinds his hips against him more insistently, moaning at the friction when their erections rub against each other.

[ouijahands]

Klaus wonders about the scars, but that's a conversation for later. Or never, you know, it's hard to say with Klaus whether he'll ever stop being self-absorbed long enough to actually talk to another person on a real level.

For now, he groans softly into James's mouth at the press of teeth and gives as good as he gets. He lets his nails drag along the other man's skin, not hard, really; he's into being hurt, but he's not usually into hurting others, and he won't start off that way anyway.

He gasps at the contact, his dick impossibly hard in his skin-tight pants. He moves his mouth away, kissing almost frantically down James's neck, sucking a red mark low down there.

[invicto]

The less he's asked about the scars the better, so really, if Klaus never brings it up he won't mind. It's preferable this way, keeping a certain distance. Letting people too close is always dangerous, even when he's far from his reality.

(Maybe especially because he's far from his reality.)

Feeling how hard Klaus is against his thigh, one of his hands lets go to slip between their bodies, popping open the button of Klaus's trousers and wiggling into them, palm pressing and rubbing against the bulge. So many lovely ways they can get each other off, but James, as always, likes going all or nothing.

"You should turn around," he murmurs, somehow a suggestion and a command all rolled into one. He squeezes Klaus's dick again, rubbing insistently, urging him to make a decision.

[ouijahands]

The drugs work their magic, sending jolts of sensation through Klaus's body, especially once James gets his hand on his dick like that. He groans, though not loudly, and bites his lip.

"You sure you can last long enough to fuck me properly?" he asks, teasing, "Mr. never had ecstasy before?"

But it's an empty sort of teasing, because fuck if he doesn't want to find out.

He slides his hands away from James, dragging his nails lightly along the other man's skin as he does, then turns to face the wall behind him, absolutely shameless even in a public place.

[invicto]

James bites on his lower lip, pleased by the reaction, and rubs his palm against the bulge, touches slow but intent.

"I've never failed to perform," he shoots back, hand moving slightly as Klaus turns around. He steps closer until he's pressing his front to Klaus's back, hips grinding faintly against his ass. His lips find Klaus's ear, and he murmurs into it. "But I can just fuck you with my fingers if all else fails."

Not that he expects it to. Still, not looking to waste time, he tugs Klaus's trousers down his thighs, one hand getting the underwear out of the way too while the other fetches a bottle of lube from his own pocket. A couple encounters have taught him to always be prepared just in case, especially in places like this.

[ouijahands]

Klaus laughs, a low, entirely amused sound. There's no part of this he isn't enjoying. He presses back against James, insistent, flesh feeling set alight at every touch from the drugs.

"Well, as long as you fuck me hard," he says over his shoulder. He moves his legs apart, though they can't really go far with his pants stuck around his legs because of how tight his pants are to begin with.

Still over his shoulder, he can vaguely make out what James is doing in the dim lights from the club. "Oh," he says, barely more than a whisper. "I love a man who comes prepared."

[invicto]

Klaus can't really spread his legs very wide, but that works just fine for him. He'll feel all the tighter like this, actually, a thought that arouses him even more, even if it might be a little more difficult to stretch him out now.

"I always come prepared," he hums with a smile, leaning in close to run his lips across Klaus's shoulder and up his neck. He pours some of the lube onto his fingers and reaches low between them, his clean hand gripping Klaus's ass and parting the cheek aside so he can run two digits down the cleft, teasing at his entrance, pushing just a fingertip inside in a teasing, testing touch.

[ouijahands]

Klaus has literally never once in his life practised restraint, so why should he in death? Or pseudo-death, or whatever? It doesn't occur to him to slow down or stop, as evinced by the way he pushes back against James's hand pretty much immediately.

He has his hands braced against the wall, and he lets his head rest against the wall again, moving his hips to seek more attention as soon as James will give it to him.

[invicto]

James groans at how eagerly Klaus pushes back against the touch, and immediately he shifts his hand so he can slide his finger in deeper. He works it in and out of the tight hole for a good while before adding a second digit, parting them slightly to test the stretch of the muscles and help loosen him up faster.

His other hand lets go of Klaus's ass to reach to his own trousers instead, undoing them and pushing them down in a haste, fingers curling around his own cock and stroking himself until he's fully hard.

[ouijahands]

Klaus, never one for patience even at the best of times, moves into James's touch almost frantically. With his head turned, he can get enough of a glimpse of what James is doing and thinks finally.

"It's so nice with the drugs, right?" he says, teasing, corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, but clearly fuzzy, running on anticipation and the full on high from however many tabs of this drug he'd even had tonight.

"Just fuck me already, don't worry about hurting me, it's fine."