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]

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."

[invicto]

James hums in agreement, a little distracted. Everything feels nice right now, but touching Klaus is definitely the best of it all. Every nerve ending sings where their bodies touch, and he groans and shivers all over as his fingers work in and out of him, intent on loosening him fast.

Not that it looks like Klaus is particularly interested in that level of care, and James doesn't really give a shit enough to ask him if he's sure. His cock is hard already and he's aching for more contact between them, so the moment Klaus asks for more, he's all too willing to give him that.

His fingers slip out, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock, as he holds Klaus's ass cheeks apart and guides himself inside him, gasping and moaning lowly as he pushes into him, steady and deep until he's all the way in. "Shit... yeah, so good."

[ouijahands]

Klaus pushes back against James, eyes fluttering closed, head leaned against the wall again. His eyes close most of the way and he groans at the sensation. It's like being lit up from inside, sensation almost too intense to handle. But he handles things like this on the regular, or close to it. He seeks out sensation like this to escape from his power, his shitty childhood, his feelings of aimlessness and uselessness and whatever else.

James doesn't disappoint him.

"Yes," he hisses, reaching behind him with one hand, grabbing for James somewhat aimlessly, other hand braced against the wall.

[invicto]

James presses in and he leans in close too, front close to Klaus's back while he buries his cock in all the way. His hands move to grip Klaus's hips tight, and he tips his head in to sink his teeth to flesh, humming hotly against the skin.

Then he starts on a place, deep and slow but punctuated by sharp thrusts each time he pushes to the hilt. Klaus is tight but offers little resistance, and as the pace builds it gets increasingly easier to thrust into him, his motions encouraged by the vague grip Klaus managed to get on his side.

[ouijahands]

Klaus groans, all pleasure and no real pain, when James's teeth dig into his flesh. He leans into it, seeking the contrasting sensation, the sharpness of the other man's teeth and the pounding inside him. He hadn't been kidding when he said it didn't matter if it hurt; really, he liked when it hurt.

His hips match rhythm, though he's obviously still impatient. Nonsense floods out of his mouth, just please yes James fuck good and other words that don't really say anything. His nails run along James's skin where he managed to find it, not hard, not pressing, just...there. He's barely aware he's doing it, lost in the drugs and the sex. His own cock is hard and leaking, but he doesn't pay it too much attention for the time being.

[invicto]

Always good to know he doesn't have to worry about holding back. Not that he would normally, but it's much easier when he has a partner who enjoys this as much as he does.

He smooths over the bite with his tongue slowly, only to bite down on Klaus's shoulder again, this time hard enough to leave a faint mark on the skin. His hands grip Klaus's hips tightly in the meantime, forcing him back against his cock as he pounds deep into him, grunts matching each of his rough and gradually more erratic thrusts. He's so good and tight like this, and with the added sensation of the drugs James knows he's not gonna last much longer, but fuck if he's not going to enjoy it to the last.

uhhhh tw for klaus being klaus, lmk if it's too much

[ouijahands]

Klaus moans again. He all but melts into James's touch, enjoying the teeth in his shoulder almost as much as the rest of it. All the sensation is keyed up higher than he's had in awhile and it's nice. It's more than nice. It's phenomenal. Explosive. Other words his brain won't hold onto as James fucks him closer to orgasm.

He moves his hand again, finding one of James's hands with his own and pulling it up to his neck against his throat. He doesn't say choke me out loud, but it's implied. It's not like it will be for long, anyway, not with them both so close, so high, so worked up.

nope, never and no take backs!!!

[invicto]

Luckily for Klaus, James is so worked up that he needs very little prompting to do what Klaus wordlessly asks him to. Actually, the drugs and the rapidly building arousal only serve to loosen his restraint, and the moment his hand is on Klaus's neck, he wraps his fingers tight around it, nails digging into flesh as he squeezes his throat tight enough that practically no air will make it through.

"Hah, fuck," he grunts and snaps his hips harder, all but shoving Klaus against the wall as he fucks him faster and rougher, so close to his own orgasm. His hand on Klaus's throat stays tight, and will stay tight probably until they both come, holding him in place too while they arch and grind frantically against each other.

[ouijahands]

Klaus has his eyes closed, but he opens them just so he can see the part where his vision starts to go out from James's hand on his throat. Most people aren't all that willing to go for this; thank god he judged this right.

Finally, when he can hardly catch his breath, he comes, rasping James's name out as best he can, both hands braced against the wall. It doesn't even matter to him if he passes out, or what happens. The drugs and the sex and the kink are so good, and he doesn't have to think about anything else, which is just what he wants, like some ultimate goal.

[invicto]

James grits his teeth and groans when Klaus comes, and he snaps his hips harder when the tighter muscles add more friction to each thrust. He doesn't let up, though, not when he's so close. His hand stays tight on Klaus's throat, little care over how hard he presses his fingers into flesh, and with a few more vicious thrusts he comes, coming while still inside Klaus, and continuing to fuck him through his own orgasm so he spills himself completely inside him.

Panting heavily as he comes down from his high, he presses his forehead against Klaus's nape, and finally his fingers ease on their hold. There are little crescent marks on the skin from his nails, and there's a good chance there'll be a bruise or two the next day, but James sure isn't apologizing.

"Fuck, that... was great."

[ouijahands]

Klaus gasps through it, doesn't resist James's hand on him. Mostly he just stays there using the wall to keep himself upright so he doesn't just float out of his body, as it were.

He sucks in a deep, shaky breath when he can really get one again. He nods at the comment, takes another breath.

"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. He certainly doesn't mind. It was his idea, after all. Most of this was his idea, and he certainly doesn't regret it.