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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.
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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[ 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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[ I can't believe Angel is fucking dead. MEANING that this clearly completely x-rated lewd-ass striptease is clearly too much for Angel's virgin eyes to handle, because she's once again a healthy shade of scarlet and staring very intently at the knife. Just the knife and nothing else. Yeah. ]
[ aaaaaaaaaa someone help she saw abs and a mantiddy aaaaaaaaa ]
Not - not so much the case where I'm from, but. But okay, no lying. No lies. Not for you. Just me, on my list, because they were kinda my thing back home. Probably not so much any more, maybe. I'm thinking 'foul language' would work instead? You seem to be kinda into that, so. So. Where do you want it? It being the - the writing, obviously, like. What else would it refer to, right? That's why we're still in here, I have to write on you, and then that's it and we can go and do whatever. Presumably. So just choose a place, and we can get this over with, and. Stuff.
[ KILL HER PLEASE ]
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[ he keeps eye contact (definitely for more than six seconds) as he sort of motions at the right mantiddy. or well, more like under the collarbone but still. that general area. ]
[ you're gonna do it looking at him and he's gonna watch you do it girl ]
I could show you more places where I want something alright.
[ DEATH WOULD BE TOO KIND FOR YOU, SINNER! ENDURE AND SUFFER! clearly Lucifer had all of this in mind when putting the both of them together huh ]
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Um, you - I don't quite think I know what you mean.
[ NAILED IT. If in doubt, feign obliviousness. Before anyone can say anything even more embarrassing, she approaches the mantiddy and
um.
Wait no okay the knife is significantly more unwieldy than a pen so she's going to have to, like. Steady her hand against him while she cuts to stop her writing hand shaking everywhere? But that's only going to make things even more awkward and mortifying, because where the heck is she supposed to do that. She can't just put a hand on his chest or those abs because she really will die. Ditto the shoulder because that'll look like she's going in for a kiss or something and WOW NO? NO?? No. Especially after that freaking comment he just made. Gosh darn it. Heck. FRICK.
She's kind of paralysed with indecision for what feels like an hour but is actually just a few seconds. Still embarrassing, though, since for those few seconds it just looks like she's staring really hard at Squalo's dudeboob while being consumed by rampant banditlust.
Hot.
Eventually she decides to just let her hand shake and starts cutting. Slowly, to try and stop the trembling as much as possible. Which doesn't work very well at all, naturally. ]
Sorry--! I'm just trying not to go too deep, just. Just bear with me.
[ LUCIFER HAS A LOT TO ANSWER FOR HERE, ]
WOW THIS ACTUAL SHAMELESS SMUT
[ Ish. She then seems seriously fixated on his nipple, still all red and maybe horrified (but maybe that's a Siren look of excitement). He sort of raises an eyebrow and stares at her staring at him in rampant banditlust. ]
I'm, uh, getting mixed signals here.
[ KIND OF HOT, YEAH. ]
[ And then she starts cutting and it's frankly offensive. His look turns flat again and he puts his hand on hers, ]
Yeah no, nobody does it like that.
[ --and just sort of flattening the heel of her palm against his pec and also steadying her hand a little bit I guess but THERE'S DEFINITE DUDEBOOB TOUCHING, ]
Try now.
2 LEWD 4 ME T B H
TOUCHES?
HER??
HAND????
Okay, let's be real here. Saying Angel is a hopeless virgin is kind of like saying that she's, you know, pale-ish and maybe a little bit shorter than average. It's an understatement to the point where it's embarrassing, honestly - just not quite as embarrassing as the series of squeaks she makes when his hand makes contact with hers and that, in turn, touches the mantiddy.
You know what fuck it I'm calling this at fifty deaths now because she totally just died a whole bunch of extra times that were too fast to be viewed by the naked eye, ]
I -- look -- that -- mrrrgh!!
[ Oh god she's making a fool of herself. Even more than before. After she was just feeling like she was starting to get the hang of all this, too! Ugrhgrh.
After a few seconds of her eyes flicking between Hair Bandit's nipnops and his stupid freaking face like she's playing some kind of weird connect-the-dots game, Angel takes a deep breath, wiggles some of the tension out of her shoulders, and attempts to settle her expression into something calmer. The kind of face that doesn't say "this is the most action I have gotten in like 21 years and I can feel my dad turning in his effing grave."
It'd be more successful if she wasn't still blushsploding, but. Baby steps. ]
I mean thanks for the pointers. Haha - pointers? Because the knife is - it's pointy. Um.
[ Her lettering is much steadier now, at least. Even though she's concentrating less on that and more on ignoring where her hand is. H O P E L E S S. ]
THE HORROR
[ And how temporary. Har har. ]
[ ...bless this idiot, he thinks her joke is fucking funny. He laughs and probably jostles her hand again, but fuck that. ]
Sure is. Don't worry, first time's awkward for everyone. [ he's talking strictly about knife carving, right ] You'll get better.
[ HE SURE IS STILL LOOKING AT HER WITH THAT SMIRK it's kind of hard to ignore considering it's definitely in her field of view. ]
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So. She's still blushing like a HOPELESS VIRGIN, especially after he makes that comment, but he gets a tiny smile too. Bless. Anyone would think she wasn't, like, in the middle of carving one of her effing sins into him. ]
Um, well. Well, I guess. D'you really think we'll do it-- do THIS more than once, though? If - if it's a regular thing we're going to run out of skin, and. Stuff.
[ STUPID DISTRACTING SMIRK!! ]
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[ it's an acceptable expression for a middle of FLESH CARVING though. haha she's fucking insane. ]
Probably. And hey, when that happens, we'll think of something else.
[ wink wonk ]
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Like I said, it's a lot. No bully. ]
Right, uhm, right. Something else. Like -
[ STOP WINKING!! ]
- working together to carve things into other people? Haha. Ha.
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[ Meaning he's totally giving her a suddenly starstruck look. Did his voice just get a little quieter as if breathless? ]
Yes. Exactly like that.
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In. A non-banditlust kind of way, duh. ]
Oh! Well. Good to see we're on the same, er, page? Maybe we should submit that as an official suggestion to the higher-ups or something. Are - are you okay there? Did I weird you out?
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We could. Or we could just do it. Fuck the paperwork.
[ He just grins, because he's not weirded out at all, he just fucking appreciates torturing other people in a date is all. ]
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Meaning Angel's brain temporarily shorts out at "we could just do it. Fuck" and it takes her a second to process the rest of what Hair Bandit is saying. RIP. ]
What?? ...Oh, uh. That sounds like a way to piss a lot of people off, very quickly. Fine for warriors, not so much for squishy sirens.
[ Plus it's sorta mean, maybe? Though anyone freaking out about something like that isn't going to last long here anyway, are they. Toughening them up would be doing them a service and WHY IS SHE ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS, STOP, ]
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You mean that sounds like fun. How squishy are we talking?
[ he's also not pointedly staring at her chest when he says the word 'squishy' at all ]
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Oh, well, um, quite a lot. My - I think my pain tolerance is kinda high, but that's just - you could still poke me with a finger and I'd be flat on my back in seconds! So. I'd say ex...
[ aaaaaaand she JUST got where he's looking, ]
...ceptionally squishy. Um.
I should. Hurry up and finish with the, uh, writing. Huh.
[ SHE'S GOING TO DIE
AGAIN ]
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[ IS THAT SUGGESTIVE ENOUGH FOR YOU OR DOES HE ALSO NEED TO KEEP GRINNING LIKE HIS FACE IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE HE'S DOING THAT TOO ]
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[ Yeah okay she got it. Finally. She's so flustered that she drops the knife, bends to pick it up, remembers that her back is freaking bare and straightens up so fast that she practically gets whiplash.
Is there a colour beyond red? Because that's how hard she's blushing. Ultramegared. Jesus. ]
I'm not saying I'm not flattered, because I am, genuinely! Really! I don't usually get-- okay no that's irrelevant, um. I don't think this is the time or the place, do you?? [ER] Or the person! Uh, I mean - not you, you're very - um - I mean, I'm just saying that I'm not really someone who just...?
[ NAILED IT. Without having to admit the hopeless virgin thing or anything, because it's not like that's totally obvious at all!
NAILED!
IT!!!!! ]
I don't even know your name!
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[ resting a hand on the small of her back as she bends over ]
[ and using the other one to zip her dress back up. ]
[ what a gentle, considerate bandit gentleman ]
[ he fucking smiles at her and pointedly looks around while she's blabbing away. girl's an utter moron one second and surprisingly astute the next, he doesn't yet have a solid opinion about her but she's nice enough to look at. ]
[ or touch. you know his fingers mapped her spine while working that zipper ]
Looks kinda intimate to me. Plus with all that cutting...
[ YEAH NO APPARENTLY HE THINKS BLOOD IS HOT ABORT MISSION A BANDIT IS A BANDIT IS A BANDIT ]
[ but hey, if names is the problem she has... he holds out his good hand for hers. ]
Squalo.
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Death count: +1000.
She's surprisingly unscandalised by the ~sexy cutting~ chat, though. Blame Pandora, I guess. ]
Um, well, er, if-- wait, do you like cutting? Or being cut?
[ Does she have to watch out for errant banditboners when she starts up again. Is that a thing. Oh god. Oh god that's probably a thing IS THAT WHY HE'S SMILING AT HER LIKE THAT.
Whatever, it doesn't keep her from reaching out to shake his hand. Gotta be polite! And stuff. ]
Nice to, um. Meet you, even if the circumstances are. Awkward.
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[ It's definitely a thing. Smiling Like That (TM) intensifies. ]
Both.
[ Just look at this little polite lady. ]
Well, now you know my name.
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[ Even though that smile IS kind of weirdly compelling and no no no not happening no. ]
Look, I never said - not knowing your name isn't the only reason it's ridiculous to just expect us to--!
[ H U F F. Bandits. Obviously there are other reasons! Like.
Well, like -
Huh.
Well, okay, the biggest reasons she's made it to her twenties without Doing The Do - Handsome Dad and the bunker - don't really apply any more. At all. Banging a bandit the first thing after escaping those would be pretty cool, actually, right? Like, just. Imagine Jack's stupid freaking face. Awesome.
But that's no reason to do it! Especially when it'd be her first time and that's kind of intimidating! Plus, like, don't some bandits eat each other after sex? Yeah. Yeah, she's pretty sure that's a thing.
Wait no that. That's spiderants. Easy mistake to make, though. Not that
hair banditSqualo reminds her of a spiderant! What with him being much easier to look at and that hair tho and NO STILL NOT HAPPENING.TOTALLY NOT.
Even if she's starting up the cutting again and is 100% deliberately carving more firmly and deeply than before, potential boners be
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