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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
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.
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OhgeezImean - trying to be a - a wang? I - sorry!!
[ Sorry for the language, anyway. Not so much the accusations of wangitude. Why are you like this, Hair Bandit? Clearly he deserves an ass-kicking. Possibly a literal one. And since Angel is the only person around here, well --
She poofs away into invisibility, leaving only a cloud of pixels where she was floating. Unless her bullshit illusions are the kind that Squalo can see through, anyway, in which case he gets to watch her take a deep Be-Brave-Angel breath and swoop over his head to try and deliver a literal kick in the butt.
If he can't see, well. Surprise? It's not exactly a hard kick, though, I mean. She's not even wearing shoes. Just stupid dumb space socks. LAME. ]
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"Wang"? Seriously? Are you high?
[ LISTEN LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS IS A WHOLE NEW CONCEPT FOR HIM. WHICH HE'S STILL NOT SURE HE BELIEVES, CONSIDERING IT'S COMING FROM A WEIRD FAIRY WHO ]
[ WHERE DID IT GO ]
[ Anyway I have no idea how that shit works aside from Sixth Sense but it's funnier if he doesn't see her, so let's go with that. He might sort of feel her presence, or the shift in the air, and he certainly feels the socked feetie entering the concave of his notass. ]
[ CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT. ]
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Heeey, if you wanted to touch my ass, all you had to do was ask.
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[ Mission success. Angel's ankle is grabbed and yanked, and the surprise of it breaks her entire assortment of Siren Bullshit. Which means that she's perfectly visible as she drops from the air onto her ass. Possibly with Hair Bandit still holding her ankle for maximum stupid.
She looks like she's about to start bitching for a second, but then his words sink in and she turns fucking scarlet. HERE WE GO. ]
Wanted to -- I -- oh come on, you know that isn't what I --!
[ wait she was invisible
MAYBE HE THOUGHT SHE WAS ATTEMPTING A GRAB!! ]
That was my foot, because you were being kind of a jerk and also stabbed me? A little? And I feel like a boot to your butt in an entirely non-- non-se-- an entirely non-solicitory way makes us even, more or less, so there's no need for anyone to get mad. Or to make any accusations about anyone wanting to touch things that are clearly untrue? I mean.
[ She's rambling again, isn't she. She lets out a frustrated, huffy little breath and throws up her hands. ]
You don't even really have an ass!!
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[ He's still gonna step on her though. Or rather just perfectly gently hold her down with his boot. His eyes glaze over a little at the sound of "non-solicitory". Does he even know the word? Typical bandits, ]
Alright, first of all, my ass is beautiful,
[ oh yeah maybe he should have opened with something else, ]
-- secondly, invisibility? That's a fucking cheap shot. I go again.
[ He tosses the knife into the air and catches it, grinning in a none too friendly manner. ]
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[ Annnd now she's being stepped on. Kind of. She really isn't sure what to make of any of this? It's gentle enough that she could likely get away without incident, but also that smile isn't the harbinger of anything good. Maybe he wants her to try and escape so that he has an excuse to get violent when he tries to stop her? BUT he doesn't exactly seem like the type of person who needs an excuse, so that doesn't seem right. And! He wants to start cutting at her again! But he was awfully decent about it before. For a bandit, anyway. But maybe he just took it easy on her so she'd be okay with it happening agAIN AND--
Second-guessing isn't getting her anywhere, is it. Lousy stupid goshdarn unpredictable bandit. ]
If we're talking cheap shots, surely stabbing someone who's unarmed and not attempting to hurt you also counts as one? So. You started it.
[ Okay. Okay. This is going to escalate if she refuses, right? And she's tough. It's fine.
...Plus she'll look like she's scared if she refuses and that's 100% unacceptable. ]
You can go again, but only because my list - because almost everything on it is so long. It's only fair. Now take your foot off me, please?
[ There. SEE? NOT SCARED. DWI. ]
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[ He's not going to, but his hand sure moves to his belt as if it's a very real possibility. See that ass for yourself, blasphemer!! ]
[ He also sort of punches her with his boot when she claims he started it because he's not taking this shit. Can you believe what he's hearing right now, ]
You insulted my home.
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[ She's bright red. Again. In an attempt to sound less grovelly about her apologies, she pushes his boot off her and sits up - standing would probably be better, but. It'll do. ]
And also for insulting your Earth. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I'm just used to looking at things through a very specific lens?
That's a pun, kinda, because I viewed things through cameras a lot and - yeah. It's just insignificant from my own specialist viewpoint, is all! I'm sure it's. Very homey.
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[ Fear not, however, the pants remain in place. For now. ]
[ He's also got that smirk of an absolute asshole on his face as he watches Angel change colors for the third time in the span of a few minutes. It's poor as shit entertainment, but entertainment nonetheless. ]
[ He motions at her with the tip of the knife. ]
Gimme some skin, sugar. Before I choose the spot.
[ IT'S BACK TO EMO DATE ]
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[ PLEASE. Sugar is a Moxxi thing and hair bandit you do not have the boobs to pull that off. Angel stands upright, carefully dusts herself off, and just. Raises an eyebrow at the knife. Gotta really lay it on thick about how not scared she is, god.
Okay, though. She sighs, perhaps louder than is really necessary, and unzips again. A little further down this time, but not enough to be inappropriate. Because duh. ]
Stay on the side without tattoos, please.
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[ Wow she sure is not scared at all, huh? Good. He supposes. Less funny, but also less annoying. ]
[ He whistles as he starts carving H U B R I S down her spine. It's. Not actually from his list, not in that word, so this is accomplishing shit-all in regards to their punishment and/or penance. The only thing it does is let him cut her with a knife some more. ]
[ Funny how the bandits work huh. ]
What's with all the ink? Biker gang?
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Well. GOOD LUCK, ASSHOLE. She has to bite her lip and take a calming breath before she answers his question, though. ]
Born with it. I'm a siren, isn't it obvi-- did you really have to do it along my spine??
[ okay maybe he gets a LITTLE reaction, ]
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It'll look cool. [ That's not a lie. ] Is the word "siren" supposed to mean something to me? They're supposed to be good at singing, not body art.
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[ Who wants to get marked for life by some rando, geez? Or. Unlife. Afterlife. WHATEVER. She's still not going to ask him to stop, though, even if she's glowering at him over her shoulder a bit. ]
Wrong kinda siren. Like - space witches? Super rare, neat powers, tattoos? Maybe you call us something different.
[ Because if Earth ISN'T a backwater irrelevant heckhole surely they've at least heard of sirens there. DUH. ]
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[ he just continues cutting, sorry not sorry. he might sign it when he's done. just because he can. ]
What, like Sailor Moon?Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.[ his turn to be a jerk, "insignificant" his ASS, ]
[ he's also not lying though]
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[ She actually fucking relaxes a little. Like YES GOOD THIS IS GENUINELY OKAY. What the fuck Angel. What. The fuck.
Only a little, though, because obviously there is still an incredibly impertinent bandit writing what feels like his entire life story into her skin. And enjoying it, unless she's very mistaken. Weirdo. ]
And that's. Huh. I didn't think Earth was isolated enough to not know about sirens? Being able to go incognito on a whole planet might have been pretty cool. I guess I'll have to keep it in mind as a potential relocation destination after I enact my diabolical plan to usurp control of this place and claw my way back out to the land of the living with my bare hands so I can enact ruin on those who put me here to begin with.
That was a joke.
Obviously I won't use my bare hands, I'm gonna find a shovel or something.
[ WINK WONK
SHE'S FUNNY, ]
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[ aaaaand the knife stops. ]
[ the impertinent hair bandit stares at her back for a moment. ]
[ THEN HE FUKKEN LAFFS, ]
Heeey! Now you're talkin'!
[ apparently clawing one's way out of Hell and enacting ruin and vengeance is something he can very much get behind. ]
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It. Seems to check out. Probably. Either way, she fuckin beams at him like he's not in the middle of etching Harry Potter And The Bandit's Bullshit into her skin and even gigglesnorts just a bit. Hopefully this makes up for the Earth dissing from before. Just a little. ]
Ooh, are you in? Because I'm gonna need loyal minions to pull this off, obviously. How are your shovelling skills? Demon killcount?
[ That's a joke, of course, she doesn't expect Hair Bandit's killcount to include any scary demon shit.
Probably.
It is a pretty big list. ]
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If I'm in, then definitely not as a minion. [ he expects the CEO chair at least gurl. at least he still looks amused rather than annoyed. he's not taking this too seriously yet -- what useful skills could this girl possibly have for a riot -- but it's an entertaining thought all the same. ] If it can die, I can kill it.
[ no Squalo you're not that good are you showing off now ]
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[ SO DISMAYED. It's worse than the pain, okay, her dress is really cute. Alas.
Still, she's not going to get too buttmad about it when she's succeeding in entertaining the bandit. She's not exactly taking this seriously either - not really. It's just a dumb joke, right?
Except, you know. Pulling it off would be really cool. And maybe it's worth thinking about now and then? It's not like she'll be short on time here, and fantasising never hurt anyone, and... ]
But you'd make such a good minion! [B E A M S.] So what killed you, if you're so good at killing things? I mean, since you're here and you don't look like you died of old age I assu-- wait, that's a really rude thing to ask, isn't it? Uhm. Never mind.
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[ don't be stingy and let the bandit watch your uncovered back, Angel ]
[ although that may have bled enough to trickle down and stain anyway. sadness. ]
[ on the bright side, she's definitely succeeding in entertaining him. he has half a mind to take offense to the minion comment but decides it's her idea of a compliment and grins instead. ]
I make an even better commander. [ His smile twitches a bit but stays on. ] That's fine. You could say I was killed by dedication.
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[ ANGEL YOU'RE IN HELL. Though to be fair, grumbling about the little things helps her deal with the bigger ones, like. Pretty much everything else about this whole situation.
At least she's getting the hang of talking with bandits now! Or this bandit, anyway. No one has been horribly murdered yet or anything, which has to be a new record when it comes to Hyperion/Bandit relations, right? Exciting! ]
I'm gonna need a resume and references to back that up, dude. But, um, - at least that sounds like a pretty badass way to go? In a mysterious kinda way? Like, um. Y'know. Cool.
[ No one has ever sounded as awkward saying "cool" as Angel has. It doesn't stop her smiling, though. Or from holding out her hand for the knife. HER TURN, ]
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[ IT'S HELL, PRETTY GIRL. ]
Not dying would've been "cool"er.
[ he grumbles, scowling, but honestly he doesn't mind. if he had to die, protecting Xanxus is at the top of his list. ]
[ he stares at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, then oh surprise, he hands the knife over and starts unbuttoning his coat. ]
I'm not walking around with "Lying" stamped on me. Other than that, go nuts.
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[ She's going to have to get used to the swearing pretty quick if she wants to fit in, oof. Even the full eff. Scandalous.
No time to dwell on that, though. She's a little nervous about taking the knife (WHAT IF IT'S A TRICK AND HE JUST STABS HER IN THE NECK OR SOMETHING), but that's nothing compared to how fidgety she gets when he starts unbuttoning his coat. Here we fucking go. ]
-- um! You know, I can just write on the back of your hand if you like? My writing is. It's very small. So you don't have to worry about, uh - wait, lying is the most objectionable thing on my list? Really? Lying?
[ Now she's flustered and mildly offended. Fluffended. ]
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[ because stained dresses are worse than being forced to enact torture on each other. lmao "forced" but still the point stays, ]
[ HE NOTICES THAT DISCOMFORT, ANGEL. He also smirks like an asshole and undoes the rest of the buttons in his coat and shirt with the slow precision of a professional stripper. ]
[ at least he stops at his belt? that still gives her a nice view of his top and Definitely Existent abs. he shrugs off the fabric to also expose a bit of his right shoulder, edges of a nasty scar on the left of his chest peeking out from under leather but he keeps it mostly covered. ]
Really. A warrior has no use for lies.
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WOW THIS ACTUAL SHAMELESS SMUT
2 LEWD 4 ME T B H
THE HORROR
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