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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.

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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.

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[Billy considers the show, but it feels more discreet at this point if James does it, so he plants it right in his hand with a bit of a smile.]

Very glad, actually. Come on, let me feel you. [Truth be told though, he's not sure he cares who watches at this point.]

[ His lips curl as Billy hands him the bottle, then he moves his hands around him, uncapping the bottle behind him and pouring some lube onto his fingers. Neither of them can really see what he's doing, but the sounds alone should be self-explanatory, so Billy shouldn't be too caught off-guard when slick fingers slide down the cleft of his ass, tips finding the tight hole and rimming around the edge. ]

Wanna feel you real tight, [ He murmurs as he pushes one finger inside, his other hand gripping Billy's hip tightly, as he starts to work in and out of him. ] Yeah... that's good.

[It's hard to stifle a noise when a finger pushes into him, breath catching in his throat. His cock twitches between them, but Billy slides a hand down between their bodies to try and draw James out of his trousers, get his hand around him properly.]

Yeah-- shit. [He tips his head forward with a soft groan, peppering kisses and nips wherever he can reach along his neck.] I can handle more, you know.

[ It's not too difficult to tug his pants open, especially when James so promptly shifts around to help Billy push the fabric down and out of the way. He purrs as he tilts his head back, and at Billy's words he pushes another finger in, using both digits to work into him deeper, and to stretch him out wider by spreading them apart each time he slides back out. ]

Don't you worry... I am going to give you more. [ And he's definitely not just talking about his fingers, now. ]

[He pushes back against James's fingers, impatient to feel more even if it's a bit to adjust to still. His hand curls around him, giving him a firm stroke as his mouth moves hotly over his neck. Kissing, nipping at any skin he can reach, he lets out a soft groan against his skin.]

Good. I want to feel you. As much of you as I can.

[ James doesn't waste much time wondering whether he's going too hard or too fast. Billy's arching back against him, wordlessly asking for more, and he's all too willing to give him that, panting hotly as he stretches Billy wider, fingers curling inside him.

Their current position is rather limiting, though. Billy's pants are in the way, so they might have to move around to go any further. Or Billy will, at the very least. He hums thoughtfully, teeth dragging down Billy's neck as he slows the thrusts of his fingers. ] Turn around for me, and sit on my lap.

[ The table should still hide them fairly well, should anyone glance over at their already secluded booth. Not that James cares either way about having an audience. ]

[If it's too much, Billy doesn't really mind, not at this point. He's never minded an edge of discomfort or a bit of a rush. He tries to keep any noises stifled as much as he can as teeth rake over his neck.

He tips his head in against James, trying to steady his breathing a bit so he doesn't look entirely like a mess when he turns around, but honestly... it's probably not hard to guess what they're over in the corner doing if anyone looks their way.]

Going to give me something even better to ride? [He teases lightly, but he moves to comply as gracefully as he can manage.]

Oh, I've got just the thing for you to ride...

[ He bites on his lower lip, watching Billy turn around, reaching out to help along, then pulling him back by the hips until his ass is pressed against his lap. He lets out an approving purr as his cock nestles between the cheeks, hips arching up slightly as he pushes himself up, seeking a bit of friction. ]

Mmm... good. [ He grabs the lube again and quickly helps himself to some, coating himself with quick strokes, making sure to keep the tip rubbing against the soft skin. ]

[Billy's hands plant on the table in front of him for a bit of leverage. It's not the first time he's messed around in public, even more open than this...

But it's the first time he's been turned around to watch the crowds around them.

Not that he seems to care at the moment. Not with the other's cock pressed against him. He bites at his lower lip and squirms a bit, deliberately, as James slicks himself up.]

Come on... feels more like you're playing with yourself when you could be playing with me instead.

[ James pants softly, letting out a low chuckle at Billy's words, shifting just enough that he can rub the length against the cleft. ]

Getting a little too impatient, are we?

[ Not that he's complaining. He really likes how easy and eager Billy looks right now, and he pats his ass cheek lightly, before grabbing it tight in his hand and guiding Billy lower as he presses the head of his cock against his opening, then slides inside. It's a tight fit, and he groans a little, but his hand immediately goes to Billy's hip, guiding him to sit back on his lap, watching as his length disappears into him, inch by inch. ]

Shit... like that, yeah.

Is that really a complaint?

[He asks breathlessly. Although whatever else he's about to say is cut short as he's guided down, body stretching around the other's cock in a way that has his breath catching in his throat. He bites at his lower lip to keep quiet, head tipping back against James's shoulder.]

God-- that's good. [Especially with the effect of the drugs not quite wearing off yet.]

[ He bites his lips in too to stifle any sounds, eyes shutting briefly as he squeezes Billy's hips, bringing him down onto his lap. He's so tight on that first thrust that James nearly sees white, and he needs a moment to gather himself before he slaps Billy's thigh lightly, then bucks his hips to try and urge him. ]

Move. Come on... want you riding my cock.

[Billy's breath catches as he sinks down -- and it's almost a bit too much, but the initial discomfort fades quick enough, replaced with this burning need for more. He bites at his lower lip, at the slap, even that slight sting making his nerves light up.

He manages a breathless chuckle as he gives a slow roll of his hips, grinding down against James.]

Now who's impatient, huh?

[ James feels a clench around his cock at the slap, and he purrs low in his throat, fingers digging into flesh in an approving touch as he rolls his hips up against Billy. ]

You'd be impatient too, if you were in my position. [ He gasps when Billy grinds against his lap. He grips Billy's hips tight and pulls him down onto his lap, pushing his cock deep into him at the same time. ] Shit, you're such a pretty thing... bet everyone here's dying to take a peek.

[Billy's head spins for a moment, entirely wrapped up in the way James feels buried deep inside of him. He tightens around him when James pushes up, arching beneath the attention.

He does tilt his head, trying to get a look back at Jame as he gives another slow roll of his hips, fingertips digging into the tabletop as he tries to keep his breath as steady as possible.]

Right now, I only care about you watching.

Oh, trust me. I'm watching.

[ In fact, he can't tear his eyes away from Billy, and the way he grinds down on his lap, trying to pace himself as he rides his dick. The steady pace is fine for now, though it's clear in the tighter grip of his fingers and the way he pushes his own hips up that he's growing increasingly impatient.

He pushes Billy down on his cock a little harder just once, grunting softly at how tight he feels wrapped around him. One of his hands slides up Billy's front, disappearing underneath his shirt, tracing across warm skin and teasing a nipple as he keeps guiding him down onto his lap. ]

[It's getting hard to keep things slow and steady when fingers are digging into him, pulling him down hard on James's cock. He lets out a strangled noise, louder than he should probably but hopefully the music drowns him out. He arches into those hands on his chest eagerly. His rhythm falters a bit before he starts moving a bit faster, a little more desperation slipping in.]

Fuck-- James... Harder.

[ James sucks in a stuttered breath when Billy makes that noise, his hips raising off the couch and snapping up against Billy's ass, pushing in deep. Hearing him lose control over how loud he is turns out to be incredibly arousing, and James can only hope the sound drew at least a few gazes their way. ]

Yeah? Like this? [ He pushes forward, again and again, gradually working himself off his seat, until he's bending Billy across the table, still gripping his hips tightly as he drills hard into him. He lets out a strained moan of his own when he manages to go much deeper like this, and he starts going harder too, just like Billy asked him. ] Oh, fuck... fuck, that's-- good...

[Billy is too wrapped up in the way he's getting fucked hard and deep, James' voice in his ear. It's too hard to worry about who might be watching or what they might be seeing--

At least until he finds himself bent over the table. It feels like his face is burning up and he can't tell if it's from actual warmth or embarrassment... or why he's getting off on it either way. He lets out a sharper cry, nails digging in uselessly to the table as he tries to squirm back, take him as deep as he can.]

Fuck-- please... god. [He's babbling between increasingly desperate noises, hanging his head to try to block out whoever has to be watching them now as he tries to slide a hand down between his own legs. He's so close. All of this is too much, too good.]

[ James groans once they both settle into the position. It feels much better this way, when he has a firmer grip and better control, when he can push in deeper with each thrust. And fuck, Billy looks amazing like this, all spread out across the table, moaning and whimpering for more as he reaches between his own legs to stroke himself.

If anyone's watching them, he only seems to get even more of a kick out of it. He's no longer careful, or quiet, gripping Billy's hips tightly and holding him steady on the table as he pounds hard into him, pace quickening into something more erratic and frantic as he chases desperately after his orgasm. ]

[There's definitely attention when Billy gets up the nerve to look around. He just can't be bothered with it. Not when James is fucking into him in a way that he's going to be feeling for a while.

His muscles clench around James' cock, his own orgasm hitting him after a few desperate strokes has him spilling against his own hand and the table. He can't stop a strangled moan as his body tenses and shudders with pleasure, everything else so easily forgotten in waves of pleasure.]

[ James can feel those eyes on them, and the few times he flickers his gaze up to find others watching them, it only serves to urge him on, a crooked grin on his lips as he thrusts harder, groaning when he knows Billy's noticed too, and yet is getting off on it. He picks up his pace when he feels the younger man clenching tighter around him, and he all but slams hard into him when Billy comes, the grip of his hands just as firm, the pace of his thrusts just as frantic and relentless.

He doesn't take long to follow suit, just a few more thrusts, a few more seconds of drawing out the moment, wanting those hungry gazes to see the way he fucks Billy into pure bliss. Then he pushes in harder, burying deep each time until he's coming too, gritting his teeth with a few grunts as he spills deep inside Billy's ass, mind going blank as he rides out his own orgasm to the last second. ]

[The table protests beneath them, rattling and shaking, and each sharp thrust is just shy of too much, too fast. Billy squirms tiredly, but doesn't try to get away, even as he tried to keep his gaze averted from the looks on them.

He's breathless and spent as James comes inside of him, but it still manages to wrench a groan from his lips.]

Fuck-- God, that was-- [Good? Great? Yeah...]

[ James slows to a halt soon, panting heavily for breath, hands propped on the table to Billy's sides, supporting the weight of his body. He feels soft and languid all over, not very willing to move at first, but this is hardly the place to linger. ]

Fun. [ He finishes that thought, pulling out of Billy with a low groan, then sits back down on the couch, hands reaching for Billy's sides and pulling him back to sit on his lap. ]

Uh, yeah. Very fun.

[Self-consciousness aside, Billy really doesn't have it in him to do much more than sink back against the other when he's pulled down into his lap. He lets out a tiny groan and tips back his head.]

Can't believe we did that in a club...

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