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.

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[theonewiththewand]

For a moment, because he can, Draco lets his tongue trace a faint line down the soft skin he's just tormented, but then since Billy asks him to so very nicely, he nuzzles his lips in close enough now to bite all the harder, trailing another path toward the other side of his throat.

His fingers trace down Billy's sides, nails catching a bit at his hips to hold him in place for a moment while he slowly shifts to find the best... angle. Then his palms are bracing solidly on the tabletop to steady that instead for when his own hips pick up a sharper rhythm of hard, shallow thrusts, the impact of which is enough to shake the table beneath them.

"Oh- fuck," he gasps unevenly when he falters just long enough to catch his breath, his hips only momentarily slowing the intoxicating pull all around him to a tight drag before he picks up his pace again. The table rattles a little dangerously.

[noassgardian]

Billy's nails rake up over Draco's back when teeth bite down even harder, finally. He lets out a deep moan at the spike of pain while the world narrows down to just them for the moment. Exactly what he wanted. Just them. The warmth of a solid body above his, inside of him. His thighs come up to wrap around him, tightening around Draco as the table protests each rough thrust.

But he's not thinking about it right now. Just the drag of the other's length inside of him, angled just right to send pleasure shooting along his nerves.

Bill finds himself arching underneath him, one hand dropping to grip at the table until his knuckles turn white. He's going to feel this tomorrow, no way he's not. His other hand slides away from Draco as well, sliding between them to take his own length in hand. "You can-- say that again," he huffs, managing a hazy grin up at him.

[theonewiththewand]

He gasps a bit at the stinging trail nails leave across his back, pulling into full focus the distinctly intense pleasure of having Billy arching underneath him, making the noises he's currently making, surrounding him rather completely, and of course... he's cheeky too.

"...What?... Fuck?" Draco punctuates each word with a hard bounce of his hips, and there's a definite sort of growl to his groan when Billy grins at him like that. He could kiss that grin, or bite it, which is tempting, but so is the hand that Draco watches migrating down between them. He could help him out with that, too, but he is rather enjoying just watching it happen for a moment.

He can't help that Billy looks pretty incredible like this, even in the room's dim light. When the watching has him twitching a bit threateningly inside Billy, Draco has to slow the pump of his hips again. He hisses rather tightly as he reigns in his control, before he is speeding up again, while everything else blurs out around them.

The table is rocking a little with them, but for the moment, appears to be holding steady, not that Draco notices it at all anymore beyond it's function as a surface to properly fuck the other against.

[noassgardian]

Billy has to bite the inside of his lip to keep quiet when Draco gives a particularly hard thrust, especially coupled with that growl. Still, his breath catches and a shudder of pleasure goes down his spine.

"It's-- totally not fair how good you look right now," he manages breathlessly. Part of him thinks maybe he should be a little bit ashamed with himself, if only for the way he shifts restlessly, greedily underneath Draco, hips lifting to take him in as deep as he can manage, cock twitching in his grip the closer he gets.

He doesn't though.

Although he does maybe notice the table swaying a little bit. He huffs out a breathless noise, tilting his head back to look. "God-- this thing better hold on."

Although with his luck? He'll absolutely get cockblocked by a table. "Of course hell can't afford steady tables..."

[theonewiththewand]

Draco's low laugh is probably annoyingly smug, though it trails off quickly when he gets distracted leaning in to bite at an already rather tender looking spot on Billy's neck, if only to thank him for the compliment.

"Does seem a bit... precarious," he eventually sighs. His hips are incredibly reluctant to stop, but he eases their impact enough that the table feels sightly less likely to completely collapse under them. For now. The adjustment changes their rhythm completely, and he shifts his angle in an attempt to press a little deeper in the meantime, with a half-stifled groan.

"We could always move..." He chances another, harder thrust and the table once again shakes beneath them. "...or we can risk it."

[noassgardian]

Billy can forgive the smug laugh when everything else is hitting everything else he loves. The edge of pain and roughness, getting him out of his mind enough that he's not even worried about where they're at anymore or what it might mean.

He bites his lower lip when Draco seems to only push deeper. His eyes shut for a moment to just focus on it. He was doing good at keeping quiet mostly, he thinks. Until that sudden hard thrust has him letting out a moan of pleasure. fuck. Fuck, okay-- Decisions.

"God-- just keep going. Don't you dare pull out." He's getting close, too close to care if he ends up on the floor after he gets off. He might regret that if he ends up there before, but that's a worry he can't consider right now.

[theonewiththewand]

In clear response to that moan, he rocks himself in deep again and holds steady waiting for Billy to make his decision. When he does the words alone are enough to make Draco's hips stutter a little desperately.

One of his hands finally abandons the table to find purchase at one of the thighs wrapped around him instead, helping pull them much more firmly together against each hard thrust, and taking at least a little of their momentum off the unsteady table.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he intones the promise when he drags his mind out of a pleasure-fog long enough to words, though that really doesn't last. "Fuck..." Billy is very hot, feels maddeningly good inside, and Draco is so dangerously close himself he is momentarily only capable of panting heavily. He gasps out a few more quiet curses, stubbornly fighting a heated, losing battle with his own control every time Billy shifts all around him, but he keeps going anyway. He even speeds up a bit.

[noassgardian]

Yeah, no. Whether he ends up with a busted ass from hitting the floor when this table collapses or not, there's no way he could move right now. There's no way he could want to move right now. Draco feels amazing above him and inside of him. He's pretty sure he's going to be feeling it for a while too, and every part of him definitely wants that...

It's a pleasant distraction from having to scar each other up and all the potential tortures waiting for them.

He lets out a soft cry despite every effort to keep quiet, heart pounding against his chest as he brings a hand up to cling to Draco, keep him pulled in close.

"Draco--" He starts, every intention to warn him that there's no way he can last much longer, but it's too late to worry about that as his release hits him hard and sudden. His body jerks forward, pleasure washing over him as he comes.

He likes how the world fades away beyond Draco, beyond how he feels as Billy tightens around him, clutches to him as he spills himself between their bodies.

[theonewiththewand]

No hell that he's ever pictured has involved quite this magnitude of pleasure but he's hardly willing to question it now, when the lust they're both riding is so momentarily intense it's nearly all-consuming. It is so much easier to feel all of this, than to worry about what might await them.

Beyond the racing of his own heartbeat, the quiet sounds Billy makes as they both spiral higher are all he can hear anymore. His warning is crystal clear, in tone if nothing else, and Draco lets himself be pulled in all too easily.

His own low cry breaks a bit, right along with any illusion of control left in him. He catches his teeth at the curve of Billy's neck, if only to keep himself quiet as his own body shudders hard, and the sticky splash of heat between them finally pushes him past his breaking point. The wave of throbbing pleasure that follows is exactly why he so often gives in to his own baser instincts.

Draco forces himself deep, spilling rather completely as pleasure explodes, peaks... and then fades off, leaving him huffing heavily against flushed skin as he attempts to find his mind again. It appears to have wandered away.

Hopefully the table can handle taking a bit more of Draco's weight along with Billy's all of a sudden.

[noassgardian]

The table does seem to protest a bit in a concerning way when Draco adds his weight to it, but all Billy can do for a long moment is lay there, boneless and breathless underneath the solid weight of a warm body. A one night stand hadn't been what he set out for, but for a few blissful moments... at least he's not thinking about Hell.

Although as soon as he can, he does start to shift beneath him, giving Draco a careful nudge. "We should move before this table gives finally."

[theonewiththewand]

After a bit more breathing, Draco says something completely unintelligible in protest, and there's a distinct sort of... well, it's definitely a whine. But eventually he finds the energy to push himself up.

He still blinks down at Billy somewhat blankly for a moment more, before his eyebrow quirks faintly in amusement. "Surprised it's lasted this long, honestly."

But he shifts back, only a tad lightheaded after everything he's had tonight mixes in with the post-haze bliss. It is rather unconsciously that he offers a helpful hand to tug Billy off the wobbly table.

[noassgardian]

He takes the hand offered to him to get up to his feet, a little unsteadily after all of that. He looks down at himself, huffing out a sigh. He's a mess. They both are.

And now maybe that desperation isn't quite fueling him anymore, or the need to touch, he's a touch embarrassed of himself. He gives a slightly more sheepish grin.

"We did put it through some testing... guess it's sturdier than it looks, huh?"

[theonewiththewand]

Draco realizes mid-conversation he's not entirely sure where his wand has gotten to, and he's forced to feel around on the carpet momentarily beside the table before he locates it. He's still kneeling beside the table when Billy grins at him with that question.

Occasionally, and in very specific contexts, Draco actually quite likes a little mess. This just happens to be one of those times. This is a good mess. In fact, at the moment Billy still looks fairly tempting, and if he were not so tired... But it has been a rather unbelievably long first day in hell. Though surprisingly less terrible than he anticipated. "Lucky for us, I suppose."

In the morning, when most of whatever's still in his system is long gone, he'll be embarrassed. Right now, he's mostly just feeling terribly self-satisfied.

He rises to his feet, summons his pants from the table, but before he bothers to put them on he wanders Billy's way, pausing to nip once at his lower lip, almost thoughtfully. And then he casts a quick cleaning charm on the both of them and begins the process of hopping into his pants again.

There's rarely a graceful way to do this, but he manages it somehow anyway.

[noassgardian]

Billy doesn't terribly mind messes -- especially when it was pretty fun getting to this level of messy just moments ago. But a one night stand in Hell is a pretty... novel experience.

Then again, if there's any place that's appropriate to have a quickie, it's probably here.

He lets out a short chuckle after the spell, licking his lower lip after that nip. He still kind of really likes that attention, honestly...

"Thanks. You know, I'm usually the one having to cast that sort of magic." He reaches back for his own clothes, getting them back on... maybe a little more slowly than he means to, but he's still feeling pleasantly boneless and a little bit worn out at the moment.

[theonewiththewand]

He smirks a bit, shrugging into his own shirt. He leaves his robes draped across the table for now. He's still a little too overly warm for them, or to bother entirely buttoning his top just yet.

He could use another cooling charm, but Draco's feeling particularly lazy at the moment.

"Don't mention it. That was some nice magic by the way, what you did with the pants." He gestures pointedly at Billy's pants now, to make his point clearer. His smirk shifts, almost to a real smile, and he might be teasing just a little. "Very handy."

[noassgardian]

"I can make them reappear on me again too... really useful if you get caught in the act." Especially if you still live with your parents like he did back home.

Once he's back in his pants and he's grabbed his discarded shirt, he moves in again to press a quick kiss to Draco's lips... mostly because he figures he can. He can't help but tease a little though-- "I suppose I should also say thanks for the really interesting night. Maybe if you ever want a repeat, you can come and find me."

[theonewiththewand]

It does sound quite useful actually. As it happens, his parents have never been terribly good with boundaries either.

Draco's eyebrow quirks a bit when he moves closer but he doesn't back away. He does, though, look terribly smug when Billy kisses him. "I'll certainly give the offer serious consideration."

Without really pausing to think it through, his fingertips brush briefly against Billy's neck and Draco purses his lips slightly, if only to keep his smirk at bay. "Sorry about these, too." He's not sorry. "I'll make some attempt at better self-control next time."

[noassgardian]

"Oh, will you now?" He laughs at the response as he turns to finish righting his clothes... although he pauses at the brush of fingers against his neck.

That doesn't sound like the voice of someone who's sorry at all, but Billy gives a shrug of his clothes. "Why? It might be one of the reasons I offered to do this again."

[theonewiththewand]

He looks honestly surprised, if not a little impressed. He does pause to whisper a quick spell that rather effortlessly re-buttons all the rest of his buttons.

"Well if you're going to insist..." There is definitely a crooked sort of grin on his face.

When he reaches to collect his robes, there is a creaking-snap sound, and the table is suddenly leaning significantly more to one side than the other. Draco coughs, whispers another spell, and the table rights itself again. "Hopefully that holds."

[noassgardian]

"Yeah, um... in either case, let's leave the scene of the crime before someone can blame us if it doesn't."

He motions towards the door, flashing a quick grin as he heads towards it. Last thing they needed was Lucifer getting angry over wrecked furniture or something.

Plus-- maybe a bit of rest sounds like a tempting idea right now.

[theonewiththewand]

"My thoughts exactly," he drawls. When Billy motions for the door, Draco slips past him rather easily with a bit of a playful smirk. "We certainly wouldn't want to get caught."

Hopefully, they'll find their way out of these corridors and back to the stairs without getting too turned around. At this point, he's fairly certain he could sleep even on the most uncomfortable of beds, which... is a good thing, considering.