TEST DRIVE MEME #8

[penancemods]

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 cold is still biting, but the heat is (mostly) working within the hotel and other establishments again. It's enough to take the chill off for the most part. Coats and extra blankets are being passed out to those who need them as well.

Unfortunately, the food shortage that begun a few days ago will continue on for a few more yet! All food will be rotting or covered in maggots and mold, so new and old arrivals alike should probably steer clear of it if they can. If asked, the staff will insist it was entirely unplanned. Totally. Honest.

It will let up before the month is over and then fresh food will more than return! In the meantime, guests are able to bargain for a morsel of food someone else might have hidden back that hasn't rotted or try some of the bizarre fruit sprouting up that ranges in looks from a Durian to Jackfruit.

Just be aware that eating them before they're ripe enough may result in severe nausea and other decidedly not fun issues. Get them when they're perfect though? Unlike their earth counterparts, the insides seem to range from the sweetest, most delicious fruit you've ever had to something that may appear to be human blood and guts to something oddly... pork tasting, and everything in between. Food's food though, right? Don't complain, just eat.

There's increased security around the stables where animals are kept around the hotel, just in case anyone decides to eat Lucifer's prized animals. That will be a firm no. For any guests with pets of their own, there will be small rations of non-spoiled food to feed them, but it has very little nutritional value to humans.

The theatre has also changed the movie lineup to now include: Christmas with the Kranks, The Ref, Jack Frost, Holiday in Handcuffs.

Go forth and enjoy the way the holidays even seem to invade Hell.

The hotel bar's jukebox also seems entirely overrun with horrible festive songs now, pushing holiday shenanigans off the playlist. Try to enjoy it while you get drunk! Or hope someone actually gets up to indulge in karaoke to drown it out. The music has seemed to put the demons in a rather sour mood if anyone bothers to listen to the complaints.

Prompt II

[One day, on the network, sinners will be greeted with Lucifer's face. He'll smile brightly from every phone or computer in Hell, before he speaks:]

I thought it may be fun to include an icebreaker of sorts... Get you lot mingling and bonding with each other before the loneliness eats you absolutely alive. I want there to be something to redeem after all... a shriveled husk of a person is hardly that.

[Lucifer seems to find his own joke amusing at least.]

So, here we go:

What pleasant memories help you through the tough times?

Or alternatively, what are some of your favorite hobbies to distract yourself with?

[Lucifer may not respond, but rest assured that he will eagerly be watching others share their answers and talk amongst themselves]

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

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 soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room 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 at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you 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

"I know after such a food shortage, all of you may be eager to overindulge and sate your hunger... or even hold food back, just in case. But this isn't the act of a good person. It isn't how someone who is truly selfless, as my Father desires all of us to be, would act. So I ask all of you to turn to whoever is nearest and simply share what you have. It doesn't necessarily have to be food, but it must be an item or act that will make their lives easier," Lucifer's voice rings out, sudden albeit encouraging and warm as always.

Sharing is caring, apparently. The request seems simple enough, doesn't it? Just share a bit of food or anything else that might seem useful to someone else and you'll have done your good deed for the day! Of course, should the guest ignore this request, they'll find their insides burning. It will grow steadily worse until it becomes unbearable. Nothing a guest drinks or eats to soothe it will help either. These feelings will persist a full night or until they cave and do as requested.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

The club, as it turns out, isn't quite ready to give up its party from the previous month, but they have put a new twist on it. As before, once a sinner enters the establishment, they'll be greeted with almost entirely nude (to fully) incubi and succubi servers. Their trays are full of aphrodisiac-laced treats that show no rot, as well as drinks and drugs of all sorts. There are dancers and other performers enticing their audience to stay, and plenty of free stages for sinners to put on their own show. Sex machines, bondage equipment, or toys are freely available for these performances.

Poles, cages, and everything else one could want are also on offer.

But this particular party? It's a bit different. No one is allowed in unless they are appropriately dressed in lingerie. Don't worry if you came overdressed! The demons will helpfully provide it at the door and even offer a room for sinners to change in! If refused, entrance will be denied (forcefully, if necessary). If guests aren't sure what to put on, the staff will be more than happy to choose for them (again, with force if necessary)!

Tonight is about being daring! Never done drugs off someone else before? Now's your chance!

Never even been drunk? Well, just let the demons help take care of that.

It's also about experimentation with something new. This can be someone who is generally outside your usual preferences, an act you'd never considered in a thousand years, to anything else under the sun.

Guests may also know screens set up around the establishment, but oddly enough, they appear turned off for the moment. If asked, the staff assures they will be back as soon as a few kinks are worked out.

Prompt II


A fall festival seems to roll into town one day overnight, and it seems to be centered around the hell fruit that's springing up on lifeless, dead trees. It's bustling with demons of all sorts and will last one week.

There's a tempting wine that's been made out of the fruit that can vary in taste, but seems to be stronger than most other liquor available anywhere else. It tastes so good though... like the forbidden fruit it most certainly is.

While most will feel just drunk off it, others may find it harder and harder to resist. They may selfishly crave more and even develop a desire to hoard it back.

Much like the apple the serpent tempted Eve with, one may find it offers a certain... clarity into one's situation after they've had enough. Knowledge one may not have wanted, but cannot deny any longer.

Or perhaps it simply just makes others entirely too happy, or too horny, or any number of possible ways. Take a sip and find out where the wine leads you!

Other than that, a few vendors are peddling jams and pies made out of the fruits. There are also a few selling items from earth ranging from electronics to clothes to weapons, and anything in between. Some may be selling actual earth animals as well, mostly small ones kept as pets, but they'll insist they make the perfect meal. They even have areas ready to butcher and cook them right then and there for those who are interested in buying.

If sinners decide to save Fido or Mr. Floppy from their ill fates, they should make absolutely certain that they can care for them though. Pets aren't easy and the demons find them more delicious than endearing

There are a few games to play, as well, reminiscent of the earlier carnival. Darts, tests of strength, and even a dunk tank with a demon who yells embarrassing stuff at the guests that seems oddly knowledgeable. How did they know you wet the bed until five? Probably best to not question it.

Besides that, there's a ferris wheel that provides a nice view of your hellish surroundings (that may occasionally breakdown and trap unsuspecting sinners on it for a while). It could be the perfect place to go to get some alone time with that honey of yours though.

It may all seem like a relaxing thing after starving for so long, but those who linger may begin to feel a need to hoard items. Food, weapons, and anything else they can get their greedy little hands on. Perhaps it's still the starvation talking, but sinners may find themselves feeling almost too irritable if anyone tries to take what's theirs. Potentially, this could even extend to possessiveness over other people as well. Oh, well, hopefully sinners will manage to control all those pesky urges!

When the skies darken to what is probably night in Hell, there will be a special fireworks display taking place. They seem almost magic, taking shapes most people wouldn't think possible. One might see Lucifer's face up in the sky once or twice, drawn in brilliant flames. There are blankets to sit out and watch, plenty of wine or warm drinks to go around, and no end in sight.

MISC.
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Re: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS

[defaulthawke]

Are there any consequences if a character attempts to buy 7 puppies

Tony Stark | MCU

[uninvincible]

- general cw: anxiety, ptsd, panic, drug use

▶ FOLLOW ME DOWN

I

[ The club has been Tony's favorite hangout for a while now, so he isn't exactly a stranger. The lingerie thing is new, though-- for hell, that is, not for Tony. There isn't a whole lot that's new for Tony.

Still, he feels a distinct sense of adventure as he checks out what's on offer. He grabs a couple of numbers--both lacy and red (of course)--and shows them off to the person next to him. ]

What do you think? One or the other? Both? Neither? I value any input.

II

[ 'You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.'

Those words have stuck to the back of Tony's skull for years, in that stubborn spot that won't empty itself of Thanos no matter how much time goes by. It's pretty loud right now, and it might be because Tony isn't quite as stupid with drugs as he usually is--or maybe it's because of this damn fruit, which he finishes scanning after he'd desperately eaten a bit of it, so, you know. Maybe he's not so smart after all.

FRIDAY brings up passages from Genesis and the image of the apple and serpent. Of course, of course. Eve and the apple. Kind of a bullshit story, he'd always thought--easily disproved with science, just like Noah's flood and the Exodus. But here it is now in front of him, laid out like history, woven into the reality of the place he is trapped in.

Fuck this. Tony can't stand the way his head buzzes, how everything around him suddenly seems overly clear as if someone put a Sharp filter over it. So he heads to where there's noise, where there's distraction. A festival, loud and obnoxious and alive. That'll work.

Tony will try to avoid the fruit but can't resist a drink, and eventually he'll find himself imbibing that strong wine. He might be up for games or a ferris wheel ride, but the fruit seems to be giving him some kind of omniscience that might lead to him knowing things about your character or their story without having asked. ]

(( ooc; Feel free to write in whatever you want Tony to find out, or else plot with me on my plurk @ zombietoad! ))

Follow me down

[conjobs]

[The blond frequents the club on a too-regular basis, but regardless of the party or theme or dress code for the evening, Constantine never seems keen to play dress-up. If nothing else, it should make it too easy for Tony to recognise him.

There's something about the way he's looking through the lingerie at Tony, crowding him in a bit that comes off as more predatory than innocuous.]

Why don't you try them on and give us a look?

[savedbyasong]

Stand Your Ground II

Shion has been scarce around the hotel the last month. Mostly stuck to his suite, leaving only when the four walls of his room had driven him crazy. Now was one of those times, he's hungry but doing his best to ignore that. He is sat in the bar of the hotel, near the jukebox.

Music is still very new and he's not heard any of these songs before. Before all of the songs had been about hell, or mentioned hell. Now they had changed.

He's not sure what these are about. Christmas. Apparently. So far from the songs that have played he has gathered it is a festival? A winter festival maybe except there had been a strange one about Santa in a bathing suit, which suggested warmer weather. Who Santa was Shion had no idea but he was someone who brought gifts? Who flew and there was something about trees and chimneys.

He has no idea if this is good music, he has very little to compare it to but he sits there for a while, trying to piece together information about this festival. If it's anything like this last month it will not be a pleasant one. He wonders if Christmas originated in hell or if it has come from a different world, or whatever the none hell part of this world was. He could ask the demons, but they just kept glaring at the jukebox and grumbling so he didn't risk it.

Reach Up High I

He doesn't fight the demons that manhandle him into the room. He knows it is coming. It has been about a month since they had been forced to sacrifice limbs for each other. His hiding in his room had saved him from much of the demons plans this month but he knew it wouldn't last.

Knives again. He sits down, numbly and waits for whichever unfortunate person is thrown in with him. To hurt and be hurt. He tries to keep his breathing steady as he waits. Panicking gets him nowhere.

Follow Me Down II

Small Creatures

He's never been to a carnival before. So curiosity takes him out of the hotel and among the stalls. He knows better than to drink anything that he doesn't understand. But the food is tempting after being hungry for so long.

He pauses at the animal stalls and is horrified, if not actually surprised, at the demons recommendation of how to cook the small puppy he has stopped to pet.

Suffice to say moments later Shion is walking a way, a squirming puppy in his arms, feeling guilty that he couldn't buy more.... Maybe he should buy more? He feels bad.

The puppy licks his cheek and Shion smiles. "I guess you need a name!"

Reach Up High I

[adeptink]

China enters the room frowning slightly, affronted by the shabby treatment of their hosts. Her eyes take in the various torture devices, the knives, the other prisoner, and, worst of all, her list on the table where any curious eye could see it. And there is, indeed, a lot to see if one looks; neat cursive covers the paper. Murder. Familicide. Attempted familicide. Heresy. Theft by deception. Vanity. And so on.

In a gentle, unhurried movement, China picks her list up from the table, folding it delicately and secreting it away into her pocket. All the while, she smiles brightly at her unknown companion, her tone light and kind. Her eyes are open for any sign of sudden attack, but he doesn't seem to be the vicious sort, at least not yet.

"Forgive me for saying so, dear, but you look a bit out of sorts. I can't blame you, in our current predicament, of course."

The gods she'd worshiped as a child had a tendency to melt people's faces off, so she supposes it could be much worse than their current predicament. And she doesn't doubt that it will get much worse at some point, but for now she'll feel out the situation. Determine what they can get away with. And what they can't.

Jessica Hamby | True Blood

[alsoagirl]

STAND YOUR GROUND

prompt I (cw: possible blood, violence)

[ It hadn't been so bad at first, the lack of food. Well, blood in her case. She was perfectly capable of going days without any. The hunger nagged and pulled at her insides, but it was bearable. This was just some temporary thing she could get past without having to resort to hurting people.

Or so she thought.

As the shortage continues, she really begins to wonder why she's been so nice about her eating habits so far. Like, if she wanted, she could go buck wild and hardly worry about getting caught. Why else have the ability to compel, if not for that? Maybe she was soft for liking her donors to be willing. Or maybe, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was concerned a certain Scottish nerd would have some Thoughts about her giving in to her nature. Who knew.

Those worries disappear as the days drag on. Eventually, everyone's starting to look like walking blood bags. All she needs is a little taste, a little something to keep her going. These are hard times!

Unable to fight it any longer, she grabs the wrist of whoever's walking past her in the hallway near the kitchens. She looks gaunt and somehow even paler than usual, and her fangs have popped out with a little snck! Whether friend or foe or stranger, it doesn't seem like it'll be a pleasant conversation. ]

I'm hungry.


[ OOC: Biting's not a guarantee! Fight! Go! Win! Do your thing! ]



REACH UP HIGH

prompt II

[ When she hears Lucifer's words, she makes a face. She hates how cheery he sounds. Whenever he sounds like that, nothing good can come of it.

Currently, she's in the bar where she's been cringing at the hours of bad Christmas music. Now she gets to cringe about what she needs to do. With a sigh, she digs around in the pockets of her jeans. The search soon proves fruitful, and she pulls out a wrapped mint she'd long since forgotten about. It may have gone through a few washes in the laundry at this point, she's not sure. But it mostly seems intact.

Face scrunched up in a grimace, she holds it out to the person sitting next to her. ]

Want a mint? I think the demons left it for me when they dropped my stuff off.



FOLLOW ME DOWN

prompt I

[ As usual, going to the club was a bad idea, but it was a bad idea she could never resist. Most of her experiences at the club had been perfectly fine and not traumatizing at all!

The lingerie, though. That was a new one.

She's making a slight face as she walks around in the festive number she got forced into, wondering if it was really worth it just to enjoy her occasional night of dancing. But as time goes on, she starts to feel sort of...cool. Exotic. A lot like the dancers she used to gaze upon at the vampire bar she sometimes visited in Louisiana. And after the past month, where she began to realize that, yes, she could be attractive and desirable, it makes her confidence levels rise further. A woman like her with no one to tie her down? The place was her oyster.

Eventually, she makes her way to one of the poles and hops up to dance. It's nothing particularly good, and there are in fact a few times that she seems to spin herself dizzy and has to take a second to recover. (Note to self: do not pole spin at vampire speed.) But she seems to be having fun, giggling up a storm as her body gyrates and twists. If it attracted someone? Worth it.

Otherwise, she'll hang at the entrance, watching people who refuse to comply with the current rules. You're totally not hearing her snickering. It's just gentle encouragement! ]


prompt II

[ Seriously, of all the things? The damn ferris wheel had to get stuck?

Jessica's huffing, arms crossed as she waits impatiently. She shouldn't be surprised, really. If something actually worked in this godforsaken place, it'd be a goddamn miracle.

Eventually, she gets tired of waiting. She's climbed up one of these things before, so what'd be so difficult about climbing down?

...A lot, apparently. The stakes are much higher when the prospect of a fall can actually end badly. There'd be no instantly healing broken bones here. That scares common sense back into her.

So, when she comes across the car that had been below hers, she climbs in uninvited and sits like she didn't just do something incredibly dumb. With a nonchalant clearing of her throat, she nods her head in greeting. ]

How you doin'?

[ This ought to be a fun conversation while they wait. ]



WILDCARD

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Stand Your Ground

[unpocoloco]

[There's a jolt of fear through him when he's grabbed. He's not been looking to great himself, gaunt and palid in his own way, dark circles under his eyes. But she's got fangs and he doesn't. The moment he registers her his expression shifts from fear to understanding. That hunger is hard enough on a good day. This isn't one.

He glances around for anyone who might want to stop them, then speaks hushed. His other hand settles on her.]

Okay. It's okay, I can help you. You just gotta make sure you don't kill me. And uh, maybe we should find somewhere private. Can you hang on that long?

Nadja | What We Do In the Shadows

[goodladywife]

Stand Your Ground I

"Are you going to finish that?" The woman in the overly fancy black clothing is looking at you and at the blood-and-guts jackfruit you just bit into.

"You are not going to finish that." It's a command, but her usual commanding voice probably won't work here.

"You are not going to finish that." She tries again, waving her hand in a circle at the person. Either it's not working or her patience has reached her limit and she groans.

"Bloody hell, just hand the fruit over already."

II

"So...we haf to do this." Nadja folds her hands in her lap.

"Pleasant memories. I remember my old village, returning many years later, going to the graves of all who had wronged me and taking a piss. Or that time my husband and I ate the best Italian in Tuscany. There. Now it's your turn."

Reach Up High I

She's already got the knife in her hand when she turns to her partner.

"I'll make this quick."

Follow Me Down I

Nadja strolls into the orgy, slapping the hands of the demons who want her to strip down. She scowls at the sex machines and the decorations and frequently makes comments about how substandard this all is, how her own orgy would have been so much better if only it hadn't been ruined.

Follow Me Down II

"Back, you hell-tart. This one is mine." Nadja bares her fangs at anyone who would come between her and this random person she's decided is hers. Maybe that's you or maybe she's defending them from you.

It could be she wants a familiar, maybe the person is inexplicably sexually attractive or appears like a delicious blood sausage, or maybe she just sees something of her downtrodden past self in the person. Whatever it is, she offers them food and is extremely protective.

SYG I

[sharktrash]

Blood and guts really isn't something Squalo's keen on eating. He may not be squeamish about it, but he's still slowly spitting the bite back out and not taking another one -- not that he'd have the chance to, before an unfamiliar voice speaks to him.

He turns to stare at the woman, rather flatly, confused by the one-sided conversation. And not handing over the fruit, whoops. Instead he just cants his head a bit and watches her curiously as she waves her hands at him.

Huh.

"Do you want to finish that?" He makes an excellent impression of her accent, though teasing aside, he does hold out the thing toward her; it's not like he's going to eat it.

Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[enoderedrum]

i. ARRIVAL

Crossing over shouldn't have felt like this. It was supposed to feel like nothing. Just a void, disappearing into absolutely nothing. The crossing over part at least. Actually going where he was supposed to go--he had thought--would be somewhere beautiful and glowing.

This was not glowing archways.
This was not light beams and rainbows.
There were no angels tooting horns and wafting around in gauzy dresses.

No, this was waking up heavy and feeling hungover (something he remembered vividly from a horrible past first experience. Everyone's first was bad right? Not just his? Got it.). And then once he was able to focus he read the note. A bunch of things that didn't initially make any sense whatsoever in his haze until he realized that...was blood. His blood.

When you die, there is no blood. But he was bleeding. He had a body. Again. It had been so long since he had had a body and it figures, the moment he got one he would be in-----

Hell. This was not what he had signed up for. Not at all.

The next fifteen minutes were autopilot.

Get up--Look for clothes--Shower--Get dressed--Bandage hand--Grab the phone--Pocket it--
Leave the room still in a haze and find someone, or some answers.

Noah could do that. He was introverted----not shy like most people assumed. He had just been dead for seven years, and existing during that time took a lot of gas and he had been running on an eighth of a tank for a big portion of that. Of course he seemed shy.

"This place is like the Shining and Titanic had a baby," he murmured to himself, heading down a set of stairs. There were actual demons. "And it's shaking up with its cousin the Twilight Zone."

It's fine. Everything is fine. Crossed over into Hell, already bleeding, his friends forgot about him. It's fine.

"Hey," he said, reaching out to lightly touch someone's shoulder, "I'm new....does this place come with a handbook like Beetlejuice or something?"


i. FOLLOW ME DOWN ...Down, down, down the rabbit hole of panties and pumps.

This. Was. Ridiculous.

But he was a curious ex-ghost and if everyone inside was in the same predicament then what did it matter if he was being shoved into a white lacy bodycage (that's what the demon called it when it forcibly threw it at him and told him to put it on so he could go inside.) It took a few moments to figure out how exactly to climb into the thing, but once it was on and once the strangeness of it had finally taken a backseat in his mind, he returned and headed inside.

It wasn't as if he knew anyone here, anyway. It was perfectly safe. Totally. Completely. What was a room full of demons and people wearing ridiculous underwear really going to harm?

Until he stopped dead (hurr) and just stared at a machine that he most definitely had no interest in going near. Absolutely not.

Taking a right, he wheeled into a safer direction: Drinks, and watching people dance in cages. He could do that. He wanted to do that. Maybe he could...

Snagging a thin sweater from an empty chair, he pulled it on in passing (thief) and half bounced to the bar. A demon was manning the bar. He really needed to get used to this. All he had to do though was smile and a drink was slid over to him; some pretty blue thing with a straw. That would do.

Four of them were better, the fifth and he was off his ass dancing with someone who he knew gave him his name at one point but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. He was cute, though, or maybe the double vision of him made him cute. Who knew? But he was excusing himself to make his way back to the bar---

---when he snagged someone's elbow, "Heyyyyy. I know you. I know you right? I swear I know you..."



WILDCARD

Come. At. Me.

i arrival

[favoriteforgery]

"Not really."

The answer is out before Prokopenko even looks. He's in a shitty mood. Kavinsky is gone. Frank is fucking missing, too, and no one can or will tell him anything useful. There's not enough booze in the underworld to fix his mood. Not enough drugs, not enough suffering.

He hates feeling so fucking unmoored. He hates that he depends on anyone that much for stability in this fucking place.

Prokopenko blinks when he sees the Aglionby sweater. He doesn't recognize the kid he's looking at, but he'll recognize that uniform forever.

"Holy shit."

Nekane Adomaitis | oc

[opheliaafterdeath]

[Stand Your Ground - A]

[The sun is shining, it's cold as hell and the music is driving them up the wall. But the demons are unhappy and that puts Nekane in a good mood alone so they're not complaining as much.

There's new movies in the theater and since bitching about them has turned into a pass time for them, that's where they'll be found for a little while. It's Christmas with the Kranks and a good hour in makes them what to shoot themself.]

Of course this crap is a good reason to just hide and let the fucking holidays pass. Goddamn.


[Stand Your Ground - B (Text)]

[Icebreakers aren't a bad thing, strictly speaking. But Lucifer's shitty voice and joke annoys the crap out of them. So they wait to see if there's a compulsion to be honest and when it doesn't happen, they switch to text and respond with the most mature thing they can think of:

....................../´¯/)
....................,/¯../
.................../..../
............./´¯/'...'/´¯¯`·¸
........../'/.../..../......./¨¯\
........('(...´...´.... ¯~/'...')
.........\.................'...../
..........''...\.......... _.·´
............\..............(
..............\.............\...

You're welcome Lucifer.]


[Reach Up High - B]

[When left to their own devices Nekane didn't eat much. Either they were so absorbed in work they forgot or when they actually did they simply just didn't. But when the food started to go bad they horded non-perishable items like they did so long ago.

They still had some and the compulsion to share was literally clawing at their stomach. Sighing, they hold out something. It's probably a can of mystery soup (yes.) but when in Rome, right?]

Here. It'll probably taste like shit but it's better then nothing.


[Follow Me Down - B]

[They keep an eye out for clowns when the festival rolls around. That's the last thing they needed to deal with as they dug through the electronics. Useless, useless, oh that's good.

Yeah, it's all spy tech they're looking at. The vendors are making helpful comments like installing cameras in the private rooms over at the club but Nekane ignores it in favor of listening devices. More useful.

Alternatively Nekane eventually makes their way to the ferris wheel. They actually do like these kind of things and seeing Hell from as high up as possible would be useful. Nekane still goes through with it even when they're told they may have someone with them.

Of course the ferris wheel breaks when it gets to the top. Nekane curses and looks over the edge of cart they're riding in.]

Want to try climbing down?

[...they may not be joking.]


[Wildcard]

[Would you like to do something else? Feel free to toss something here, or hit me up at zeetee/zeetee#7812. I'll match your format.]

Stand Your Ground Network

[styxtoshadows]

How...the...fuck!?

[He peers at the screen.]

You're a genius.

Setsuna Mudou | Angel Sanctuary | OTA (and anything) - warnings in prompts

[failed_antichrist]

A. STAND YOUR GROUND - Prompt I; WARNING: vomiting

There's a too thin, in serious need of nourishment blonde figure hunched over, clearly retching, by the sounds and way his shoulders tense, and his body curls harder.

All around Setsuna are bleeding, cut open fruits he hasn't touched, a couple or so normal looking ones he's taken a bite out of and tossed aside.

He doesn't even look up when he feels someone approach, but he does point at the nearest fruit with a bite out of it and warns, "Don't eat that one...." weakly.

B. STAND YOUR GROUND - Prompt II; Post: Voice

I, uh, prefer sports. Like basketball and soccer. I found a soccer ball here, if anyone wants to play. I kinda like fighting, but not all the time, and not for my life.

C. REACH UP HIGH - Prompt I; WARNING: Cutting, scars, torture - discomfort and possible physical illness from previous mentioned items

When a new person is thrown in, Setsuna grimaces. He's already tried banging at the door, and tried to tap into his powers, but they've been useless, other than his wings. All six are manifested on display, and feathers litter the floor.

Pristine white feathers are folded against his back hiding most of the scars overlaying each other on his back, but some are still visible.

Knees curled up to his chest, Setsuna looks at the person thrown in and warns, "I already tried getting out. That stupid door won't budge. Same thing every time."

D. REACH UP HIGH - Prompt II

It takes Setsuna a few tries, but eventually, he finds one of the odd looking fruits that didn't make him feel ill, and doesn't look or taste creepy. He takes a small bite out of it and is pleased when it is sweet and juicy.

He impulsively reaches out to the nearest person, with a big grin, and offers out half of the fruit as he says, "You want some? It's the first one I've found that doesn't look gross. And it tastes amazing!"

E. FOLLOW ME DOWN - Prompt II (Games or Ferris Wheel)

The festival has Setsuna happy and more excited than he's been in a while. He doesn't even have to know someone to encourage them to play darts, or hand them balls and cheer them on. He ignores anything the demons say and sticks his tongue out at them, not brought down by anything in this atmosphere.

He also doesn't need to know a person to smile at them and say, "Hey, wanna go on the Ferris Wheel with me?"

After all, if they get stuck, he can fly, not that anyone can tell since his wings aren't on display, right now.

F. Wildcard

[OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to contact me here rknrljeannedarc for planning, or PM this journal.]

[Please read warnings for this series and keep in mind Setsuna's canon. There is also an opt out in my journal if anything bothers you to any degree.]

Reach Up High II

[notremembered]

Link turns abruptly, not expecting to be accosted by the person seated near him. When he sees it's Setsuna and eyes the thinness of the boy's shoulders, he shakes his head slowly.

He has never been the one to turn down food, especially now when supplies are scarce and he can feel the way his clothes are starting to fit looser as the time goes on. But he's also not a jerk, and can easily Setsuna needs it more than he does.

"No. You eat it."

kate galloway / oc

[dedikated]

what's a pleasant memory;

[ Is this really her... well, her afterlife? Kate watches the post with a flat expression which is the first thing that greets everyone when she finally elects to respond. ]

Is this how we're being tortured?

[ Icebreakers? It's honestly a pretty good way of doing it, if she had to give an opinion. It's not about to get any information out of her, but it's maddening enough to be spoken to like she's on some company team-building retreat.

What next, trust falls?

(Those aren't happening, either.) ]

reach up high i;

[ Brown eyes scan the walls, rather than the person who enters the room after her. Devices all but spilling out of the room, taking up a majority of the enclosed space.

She shifts her weight from one side to another, fingers drumming against the table, but makes no attempt to stand up or leave. Resting an elbow on the table, Kate leans her chin against her other hand, brow raising as the parchments and knives appear.

If anything, she looks thoroughly bored by this whole thing, or at least, she would, were it not for the tension in her jaw and the straight line of her shoulders, alert despite everything else her body language suggests. ]

Who're you?

[ It's all she asks once the announcement shuts off, pushing herself back from the table and standing up, stretching her arms over her head. There's no attempt to grab the parchment — either her own or the stranger's — though her eyes continue to flick back towards the contents on the table.

The knives seem well made, sharp, efficient. They could be used on better things than this, Kate thinks. ]

follow me down i;

Lingerie?

[ The echo is dry, Kate's arms folding as she looks over the various choices of what this party considers appropriate wear. It isn't an outright refusal, but she's sober and in a place that she trusts less than she trusted Rosenberg. The idea of wearing little more than a few scraps of material doesn't exactly appeal in this situation.

'Scared?' asks the demon holding the rail of offerings, leaning lazily against the metal, and Kate's fingers dig into the fabric of her hoodie.

This is ridiculous, and for a moment, she considers turning on her heel and saying no to the whole thing, but there's alcohol here. And fuck, she hasn't needed a drink this badly since...

Well, since yesterday, honestly. ]

Fine.

[ She grabs the first thing that looks appealing — a series of complicated leather straps attached to a plain black bralet and shorts — and stalks off to the changing room, ignoring the smirk from the demon with the rail.

She is going to go into this place, get hammered and leave. Or, at least, attempt to. The club itself is busy enough that trying to get to the bar is like navigating a labyrinth of its own, and Kate shoves her way past someone attempting to do a body shot — or snort a line of something, she's not sure — without a second thought. ]

Move. [ She grabs the forearm of the person in her way, attempting to push them away from the bar. She is not in the mood for this, or this experimentation bullshit. ]

wildcard;

[ hit me with anything! ]

Pleasant Memory

[styxtoshadows]

Yes.

[She might have to look down to find the source of the voice, the goblin flanked by demons holding him in place.]

The pointlessness is the worst part. Also I don't know what trust falls are but they sound horrible.

Ed | Cowboy Bebop | OTA

[hackin_cowgirl]

A. STAND YOUR GROUND - Prompt I; WARNING: Ed has an iron stomach and chances are any fruit offered will make a person sick

♪Juicy Fruit~! Tasty Fruit~!♪

[Ed sings this as she dances down the halls, sometimes she keeps the fruit to herself and growls at anyone if they so much as look at it. Other times, if she knows the person, she holds it out.]

Try this one! Try it!

B. STAND YOUR GROUND - Prompt II; Post: Voice

Ed hacks. Ed wants to hack you, Devil-Man!

C. REACH UP HIGH - Prompt II; WARNING: Ed has an iron stomach, so any food she offers out might make someone sick

[Ed has fake flower crowns she made from fake vines and flowers she found in the basement ringing her arms. She also has one of the spiky looking fruits, plus some cheeses. She offers the fruit, but she never offers the flower crowns. She does happen to have a few devices she found in the basement as well. She's tinkered with them to make them faster. Once in a while she glares at someone, then smiles and offers one out.]

Want one?

D. FOLLOW ME DOWN - Prompt II

[When the Ferris Wheel leaves Ed and her random partner stuck at the top, Ed looks down and grins. She doesn't feel stuck there. She turns to the person next to her.]

Looooooong way down?

E. Wildcard

[OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to contact me here [plurk.com profile] rknrljeannedarc for planning, or PM this journal.]

C: Reach Up High

[styxtoshadows]

Thanks?

[Styx looks the fruit over suspiciously, sniffs it, but he can't deny that his stomach is rumbling.]

Why the hell are you giving away food, kid?

John Constantine | DCTV

[conjobs]

Follow Me Down II [OTA]
John can be spotted at the festival absconding with two albino rabbits held against his chest hanging limply off his forearm that look suspiciously like the two already in his room. After what happened the last carnival, he isn't overly interested in sticking around and even the allure of food and drink still (mostly) fresh and intact isn't enough to keep him there. He's making a beeline towards the exit, and while he looks to be striding with intent in his usual swag, he's also avoiding the crowded routes and taking the scenic way back to his room.

He's also got a peacock feather in his back pocket hidden mostly by his trenchcoat, which is muting the sounds of glass clinking against each other. While he doesn't seem keen to stop and chat, he doesn't want to raise too much suspicion either, and seems happy to indulge in the occasional straggler hailing him down.


Knock Knock [For Kori and anyone else who wants to poke the bear]
Once John made it back to his room with his haul from the festival, no one can really attest to having seen him around lately. The door hasn't even opened. When it comes to self-neglect and self-destructive tendencies, he's his own self-professed champion. More importantly, he's clearly busy with something in his room.

Enough to be snappy at the well-meaning knock on the door. When the shadow beneath the door doesn't take non-response for an answer John opens it by a sliver and glares, letting only an inch of light in and keeping his hand and foot behind the door ready to slam it shut. That it's someone he might (intimately) know doesn't seem to temper his irritation. Magic for a cruel mistress, keeping him on a long but tangible leash, always drawing him back with her promises of more highs, more power, more possibilities, and sometimes she makes it clearly known who she has enslaved. A waft of stale, musty cigarette stench rolls out into the fresh air in the suite and it's obvious he hasn't slept, hasn't shaved and probably hasn't eaten either.

"I'm busy. What do you want?"


For Your Eyes Only [Locked to Zee]
As far as dinners go, it's nicer than anything else that's been on offer in this place, but John isn't exactly the type to appreciate such a fancy do. It's not a first date, as such, but he's attentive and chiming in at all the appropriate times. He tells her a bit about himself when prompted but keeps his cards close to his chest. She wouldn't have been able to tell he was omitting the key details if she hadn't known him prior. Or a version of him. Or however that works.

Why her? Who knows. Could have been anyone. He barely knows her. Maybe it should have been Billy, given that he's bearing the consequences. But maybe that's why it's not Billy.

Actually, come to think of it, he barely knows anyone. And that might be how he wants to keep it, but. Well, he'd hate for her to think that he's as miserable and vulnerable as he'd come across when she first-... took his confession.

"How's your- tofu?" She'd have to listen really hard to pick up on that little skip of the beat. He's not even asking with disdain and he seems, for the most part, genuinely interested in her meal.


Wildcard
(Just start a thread or hit me up on restlessheart)

Follow Me Down II

[styxtoshadows]

John was coming his way. Styx glanced over his shoulder at the other path, but there was a demon on it. A demon who might want to know why his cloak was bulging suspiciously.

It wasn't that he wanted to avoid John so much, he just didn't know how to feel about their last two...whatever those were. But too late.

He managed a cough and a nod. "Heya."

Jason Stevenson | Original Character

[snowjoke]

Reach up high

Prompt 1

[Well this was a surprise, well it wasn’t really a surprise he knew he was going to hell but he didn’t think it would as... pleasant as it seemed so far. There were activities that seemed like they could be more fun than torturous.
He’s been placed in a room with set instructions and knives, Sounds like it could be interesting. The lists on the table were a decent size, he skims over his own. It was long, longer than he anticipated but the last few years warranted it. One that really stood out to him was murder, he didn’t really kill that many people, and he could argue it was in self-defense and he didn’t totally mean to do it.
He was sitting there idly playing around with a knife in hand. He has already nicked himself with it, trying to toss it up in the air and catch with the sharp object, curious if he could get it stuck in the ceiling.]

Is something supposed to happen soon? [He’s getting increasingly bored.]

Follow me down

Prompt 2

[A festival in hell sounds like a wild concept, everything seemed pretty cheery, Jason was enjoying some of the seasonal liquor. The more he drank the warmer and happier he was feeling. As he stumbled around the scene he stumbles onto the pet/food stand, and he walks away with a kitten in his shirt pocket.
Now that he was fully drunk and happy with his new pocket pal he craved something more psychical hoping to find a good time to wrap up this fun event.]

What name suits a little fucker like ya? Huh [He mumbles rubbing the cat's head as it purrs quietly.]

follow me down

[smokedout]

[He's just barely getting used to having Ivar around, and in the back of his mind he has wondered if someone else would come in who he recognized. Enis, or Bev, or... hell, someone from his world. Jason had come to the ocean. Maybe he would finally see Xian again.

Well... even after Ivar, it takes him by surprise to hear Jason's voice while he wanders the festival. He whips around, and sees the dumbass... playing with a cat. What a surprise.

He appears in front of Jason in a flash of sparks, and just sort of... stares at him, keeping his distance from a few feet away. He doesn't know what to do. He almost wants to disappear, and forget he came here. Some part of him wants to punch him, or kiss him, or... some mysterious third option. In the meantime he ends up frozen, staring at him like a deer in headlights.]

Noctis Lucis Caelum ; FFXV ; OtA

[waywardscion]

🟊 ＳＴＡＮＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ
ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ᴵ

One of the places Noctis could be found was in the library. He had a hard last few months and the solemn gray look across his face is not just from being malnourished but also by his depressive mood as of late. It was hard to find the cheer down here in Hell, especially when there were so many things that have happened to bring him down. Some friends he's had here went missing - one in particular which was still a constant ache in his chest went missing.

Perhaps, one day, they may return but as it stood - why would Noctis ever wish for someone to return here? He took some comfort in hoping that they were some place better. He could remain here and take wash after wash of punishment but the idea that a friend was here receiving the same tide of torture was discouraging. He hated not being in control, of not being able to do anything about it.

Which was what brought him out to the library - if there was some sort of reprieve he could offer his friends, he would endeavor to do so.

He just needed a little inspiration to teach him how to be adequately equipped for harnessing more sins. His focus, as of late, was learning the different ways he could encourage others to sin with him; not to harm anyone but to relish in delightful deviance. The more he did for Lucifer the more control he could have here, or so he gathered from his last conversation with him. If he worked for Lucifer he could have some say in what he can do for his friends here.

That was good enough for him.

Noctis could also be found in the theater, specifically in the houses that played the risque and raunchy titles. From what he's gathered from the library, one of the things he can count on was deviant behaviors, mischief, and other such qualities that society (perhaps not Hell's society) has decided to be inappropriate. Surely these films will teach him a thing or two.

ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ᴵᴵ

text; to all
My friends. Thinking of them will always cheer me up. My favorite hobbies.. fishing and video games.

🟊 ＲＥＡＣＨ ＵＰ ＨＩＧＨ
ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ᴵ

Noctis wasn't new to this sort of encouraged torture, he ultimately had the choice to participate or not, but he was all too willing to get it over with than to encourage any further motivation to comply. His list of sins were as described, on the table and in no particular order read: Envy, pride, wrath, indirect cause of deaths. Regardless of the sense they would or wouldn't make to the other, Noctis knew each of them intimately and it brought up, again, feelings of shame and guilt.

He shoves the knife over to the other, "go ahead, I'm ready." He then reached down to the hem of his shorts and pulled the fabric up to expose his thigh. The meatier the flesh the less it'll hurt, right?

🟊 ＦＯＬＬＯＷ ＭＥ ＤＯＷＮ
ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ᴵ

It wasn't the first time he's come into the club where the sexual intention was exaggerated. He'd been in the club where the music, alone, entranced him and pumped an aroused beat within his veins. Perhaps music was one of his kinks. Plus, there was something to the atmosphere along with the beats. How so many patrons were already grinding and getting lost in the wash of arousal between the consumables and music, the skin, sweat, and smells, the crowd was another high Noctis typically quite enjoyed. He liked to watch how others moved, even fucked one another in the club.

He felt less and less bashful about the sights, but still, something in him kept him at the bar - away from the crowd - and just watching while his own arousal went denied.

This time, however, it seemed he was overly dressed the staff pulled at him and pushed him into a changing room. He complained, of course, but it didn't do him any good nor change the fate of his clothes which were all but torn off of him. He was then left with a few options to dress himself with. Noctis pulled on a long sleeved black jacket (although, if you could really call it that). The jacket strapped together in three leather straps across his chest, and the hem of the jacket ended there - which left the bottom of his pecks exposed all the way down to his hips where he found a pair of very small latex shorts to cover himself up with. The shorts had two belts across the width of them and two zippers on either sides of his hips where they could be zipped upward, toward his hips, to expose more of his flesh. To finish of the outfit, Noctis had a pair of thigh high high-heeled boots with red starting from the base of the boots and the color faded toward black to the top of the boots, around his thighs.

Noct headed out, with one foot after the other, and a hand on the wall to keep himself stable. Turned out, he wasn't much good walking in the boots. He also found his lack of control over the situation, as always, to be a bit upsetting. It's not like he dared to go barefoot, he didn't think he was the only one with these heels; they could give anyone's feet a stigmata; something just learned about from his time in the library.

ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ᴵᴵ

What's the worst that could happen? Noctis held the fruit up to his lips. He'd already decided to take a bite from it, that's not at all why he hesitated. He only hesitated because he had heard certain whispers and rumors about the effects of the fruit. It's hard to get away from the gossip. How will it make him feel? Would he be happy, would he be wiser, would he feel just the same?

The hesitation is just enough to recognize how he's feeling now before the bite. Noct took the plunge as he walked onward through the maze of activities. There were animals he could recognize and some he couldn't that were being sold for pets or meals. He wouldn't know the difference with some of them, how they tasted or how their temperament was. One thing was for sure, however, the fruit was pretty tasty.

He's not sure how interested he's in the rides, but some of the games he's got a eye on and will meander over toward.

🟊 ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ
ᴴᴹᵁ

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Library

[styxtoshadows]

Noctis might notice the occasional faint rustling in the library when there was seemingly no one nearby.

Styx, having absolutely nothing better to do was staying sharp by shadowing Noctis' moves from atop the bookcase, attempting to figure out what he was studying. After a while he gets bolder, climbing down from the case and moving under the table. If he can only raise himself up to look while Noctis isn't looking.

Riza Hawkeye | Fullmetal Alchemist

[equinamity]

General cw: sins include mention of murder, genocide and suicide

Arrival

[The concept of Heaven and Hell isn’t unfamiliar to her though she’s far from a believer herself, though the current setting is suggesting that she might want to reconsider. She doesn’t immediately jump from the bed, feeling anxiously along her neck for fresh blood and finding none. Getting out of the bed is a laborious process, her head throbbing and limbs like lead; Hawkeye stumbles slightly on her feet before gathering her things. It’s as she’s pulling her jacket over herself that she sees the list on the table and she freezes.]

[Murder. Genocide. Failure to protect. Thoughts of suicide. Treason. Desertion. Planned coup. Creating Flame Alchemy. She stops reading there, grabbing the small electronic device and stalking out of the room. The hall is narrow and dark and seems unoccupied, setting her nerves on edge. Down the stairs and into the lobby, and she surveys the demon resting its chin in its hands. Deciding it’s better to avoid it, she moves towards the bar. Bars are familiar, at least, and though she doesn’t ordinarily drink she’s positive she can use one now.]

[She picks a back corner of the bar, unfortunately close to the jukebox, after serving herself a low glass of straight whiskey. Nursing the drink while watching the comings and goings of the bar, she doesn’t make any attempt to interact with passers-by. Hawkeye, in fact, remains still and quiet unless someone approaches her.]

May I help you?

Stand Your Ground I cw: vomiting, blood/gore

[Hawkeye’s over it already, and not just because she hates the cold. She’s got a strong stomach and a tolerance for skipping meals thanks to her extended tenure in Ishval and the scarcity of her childhood, but she’s still human--meaning she can tolerate it only for so long. It’s been several days since she’d arrived when she finally considers one of the pieces of fruit that were set out. Unfortunately, she didn’t pick well.

She made it to the trash before vomiting, but not before dripping bloody fruit juice the entire way over. This unfortunately included you as she hastily rushed past, which she belatedly realizes after dropping the fruit into the trash. She’s pale, and a bit green, when she turns to apologize. It doesn’t help that there’s bloody juice on her face; she wipes it away with her wrist when she realizes it’s there.]

My apologies.

Reach Up High I

[The door to what is definitely a torture room—she’s had enough training to recognize one when she sees it—is locked. The various implements hanging around the room are familiar enough to be unsettling, like the throwing knives she’d seen Hughes use and or the whip officers had briefly had training on how to manage. It turns her stomach, but no more than the list on the table in front of her.

The door opens, slams shut, and she carefully rearranges her face into something that is probably neutral. Maybe. The instructions are given quickly, and Hawkeye doesn’t hesitate. She discards her coat and uniform jacket, leaving her in a black t-shirt and grabs one of the knives, holds it by the blade, and offers the newcomer the handle. Her other arm is held out, forearm up.]

Murder will do.

Follow Me Down I cw: vague non-con in starter

[Riza isn’t sure how she got to the club (wandering, in truth) and she’s already prepared to turn around and return to the hotel. She’s not stripping and parading around as good as naked in a club she doesn’t know—she’s not an idiot. It’s easy to find her already turning to leave by the front entrance when an entirely nude incubus grabs her arm and pulls her towards him, grinning maliciously.

Come on, sexy. Why the long face? I’ll pick something nice for you. Riza isn’t clear if it’s a lack of strength or being taken aback by the naked incubus dragging her, but he’s gotten her into the changing room in short order and makes quick work of her several layers. He also shoves her out the door and into the club a few minutes later, now scantily clad in a deep blue lingerie set and stockings that cover far too little skin for her taste.

Unfortunately for both of you, the incubus wasn’t paying attention to where he shoved her and she was too busy trying to fight him off to be watching where she was going. When she stumbles into you, it’s only the latest in a sequence of events that has her considering crawling into a hole and dropping dead, a thought that’s clear on her face if the bright red blush on her face is any indication.]

Oh--!

[Her hands, now crossed over her chest, hide exactly nothing. It is lingerie, after all.]

Wildcard

[I’m open! My one request is anything overtly sexual be discussed first, I’m painfully stupidly shy.]

arrival

[itselbitch]

You're at my table. [ he takes a puff on the cigarette pressed between his lips, a glass of something that also looks like whiskey balanced between the fingers of his free hand as he ignores her having decided to claim it in order to take his usual seat, luckily for him not taken by her but also unluckily for her not taken by her, though really the situations is unlucky anyway since she has to deal with someone as belligerent and shameless as eliot.

either way, it looks like he doesn't really need help since he helped himself.

setting the glass on the table, he flicks his wrist, and an ashtray seems to be pulled from thin air into his grasp. eliot places it carefully, and after blowing a long strand of smoke to the side, away from them both, he dashes the ash into the tray and leans back in the seat, kicking up his feet onto the nearest free chair to prop them up. for however careless his actions appear, there's a odd flourish to it all as well. ]

Haven't seen you around before. [ he takes a sip from his glass. ] How can I help you?

[ he says it as if he was here first, like she hadn't claimed the table, and it's only then that he spares her another glance and offers a comfortable smile that says he doesn't actually care at all that she was here first. he's here now too. ]

Kurai | Angel Sanctuary

[becomingstrong]

[ARRIVAL]
[She might stand out, although likely no more than any of the numerous number of individuals who have found themselves here. Unruly pale hair that's mostly chin length, crystal blue eyes with slitted pupils and dark skin, with thigh high boots and a long sleeved dress that isn't all that good for the weather. Of course, it's those wings that probably stand out the most. They are nothing like those of an angel with feathers and fluffiness. Rather, they are multi-coloured and more akin to a reptile than a bird, just what one might find on a demon.

By now she's already left the room she woke up in, not understanding some of the items that she had found there. After all, human technology is beyond Kurai for the most part. While her attitude towards their kind might have changed since meeting Setsuna, she has her own problems to deal with, like rebuilding her kingdom and being a good princess for them. That is one of the variety of reasons why she does look more than a little annoyed as she stomps around the halls, seeking some answer. The first person that Kurai runs across she point her finger at.]

Hey! You! What the hell is going on!

[She may indeed be more like a yappy dog, as demons, while older, also take longer to reach maturity.]

[STAND YOUR GROUND : prompt I]
[It's not exactly too comfortable temperature wise, although Kurai doesn't try to let that bother her as she explores around the hotel, before exiting to see what the heck this is all about. It... looks a little like where she is from, at least appearance wise. Most of the buildings seem to be in some state of disrepair. She can't exactly tell though if it is from war or from something else. There seems to be only a few buildings that appear to have some semblance of being lived in.

Her feet take her to the exit of the residence that she had woken up in. Her wings give a little flap, snapping in frustration. She doesn't want or need a detour. And there is her dragon, or lack thereof. She had been flying on one of hers, returning back to her home to try to start gettings things back in order. There had been no sign of the dragon in the room that she had woken up in, although the room had been too small to fit one of such a size anyway. Is her dragon somewhere here though?

Arms crossed, the demon stops, more or less, right in the entry for the hotel, taking in all that she can. She can't see her dragon anywhere, but that doesn't exactly mean anything does it? Feeling something, or someone, bump against her, her head snaps to the side, huffing.]

You moron! Watch where you're going!

[Later she is exploring. This place... seems far more run down than what she had first thought. She's not hungry, at least at the moment, but it doesn't stop her from wrinkling her nose as she watches the little white infestations wiggle and squirm over the food that she does find.]

Gross.

[Even by a demons standards...]

You gotta be kidding me.

[WILD CARD]
[If you want another prompt, please feel free!]

[STAND YOUR GROUND : prompt I]

[failed_antichrist]

[Everything that's happened there? Is bad enough. If there was anything that could make the place feel more like Hell? It's finding someone that should not, should never be, there. Someone who deserves this the least of anyone he knows.]

[He wants to grab Kurai and run to his room before anything can happen to her. But that's out of the question because his suite isn't safe. But first.... It's Kurai. He has to tease her a little, if only to soften the rage and fear for her boiling inside.]

No. This place doesn't joke about that shit. [He hands her some cheese he managed to find - he's cut all of the mold off of it, and it's rather small, but not much else has survived.] Try that.

Now, what the Hell are you doing here, Kurai?

Faye Valentine | Cowboy Bebop | OTA

[bountyhead]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑰

[ Starvation was a forgotten ache after months of being spoiled by the costless supply of food in Hell. She could eat when hungry and frequently felt bloated from how often she indulged. Now there's a scarcity and Faye is poking at something so rotten and foul that she's unable to even guess what it once might've been. But she continues to poke, and rotate, and exam whatever food items she comes across, ultimately determining she couldn't get away with eating it without becoming fatally ill somehow. Her stomach will implore for her to try the fruit but she doesn't trust it. Infernal soil and all that.

Cue aimless walking, searching, hoping. The hunger was reminding her of the great joys of bounty hunting and what joyous memories she had of them nailing a bounty head that rewarded them just enough to pay for everything -- bills, fines, repairs -- except for food. Sometimes they cashed out a little richer and could afford it but only for a few days, and then the struggle returned.

The fact the dog had food more often than she did was a slap in the face. So what if she helped herself to Ein's canned dog food? It wasn't like she'd die from it. She might've died if she hadn't, ever thought of that? Besides, it didn't taste too awful; sort of bears the consistency of one of those Salisbury steaks from a frozen TV dinner.

As luck could have it, she passes the small rations of pet food and gets an idea. Hey, it's fresh -- well, that is to say, it wasn't rotten like everything else. The fact no one's thought to grab it for themselves amazes her. Or maybe it's that no one will eat pet food, Faye. She glances over each shoulder as if expecting someone to be watching her from afar and when the coast is clear she goes for it. There was enough there to last her a couple of days, at most, and the baggy sweatshirt she's wearing provides a perfect way to keep them hidden until she's in her room.

And that's what she does.

But when she turns around to walk away, attempting to make the bulges in her shirt less conspicuous, she winds up running into someone. It knocks Faye back, and some of the rations will drop onto the floor. ]


Oh! I was just, uh. Taking that to my dog. [ She titters. ]



𝑰𝑰 🢧 𝑵𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 (ᴜɴ: ʟᴀᴅʏʟᴜᴄᴋ777​)


[ Pleasant memories. Faye doesn't have any, and she probably wouldn't share that much about herself for the entire network to learn anyway. But the alternate question is harmless and she's bored enough to answer, so. ]

I like to gamble. Casinos, pony races, you name it. Read a book while taking a nice, hot bath. Sleep. Eat. I enjoy some friendly sparring too.

[ Some of those aren't hobbies, but. That last bit of text is definitely an invite should someone take it as such. ]




𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑰𝑰


𝑨
[ Well, let's hope this festival turns out to be nothing like the carnival. The last thing she needs is to get surprised by some unnerving version of a mascot -- or god forbid more clowns -- and wind up breaking the face of some unsuspecting demon. There's already the carnival-like games that ring a familiar bell, to which she avoids.

And thankfully, there doesn't seem to be any mascots but there's an alarming amount of nostalgia surfacing as Faye slows down to check out some of the booths. She'll soon realize that she recognizes most of the items and immediately stops to grab one, examining it closely. It's an MP3 player. ]

Where the hell did you get this?

[ She asks the vendor, though they probably won't hear her with her voice so quiet and all. But whoever happens to be standing nearby might. They'll go unnoticed as she's entirely too focused on this small electronic device in her hand. ]


𝑩
[ She's never been on a Ferris wheel before -- that she can remember, anyway. That makes the idea of getting on exciting and she's eager to experience it. She even manages to snag a cart all to herself.

When the ride starts, her belly does a small flip and adrenaline briefly snatches her breath as she's slowly lifted up into the air. This would be the second time she'll be at such heights since arriving -- Noctis being the reason for the first. The man could practically fly! She'll never get over that.

Nearing the top, Faye peers out and emits an almost wistful kind of sigh. If only she had her zipcraft. Maybe she'd be able to get the hell out of dodge -- at the very least hang out in the sky for a while, away from everything, away from her feelings. A convenience taken for granted. She knows that now.

Her body will jerk when the ride comes to a sudden stop. She blinks. Was it supposed to do that? Maybe. Give it a few moments. She's not in any real hurry and the view wasn't all that bad. But those moments prolong and the thing never seems to budge. ]

Huh?

[ That's when she leans over slightly, as not to rock the cart too much, and speaks loudly so the occupant(s) below her would hear -- if there were any. ]

Hey! What's going on?


𝑪
[ Okay. Faye can admit it. The fireworks are a nice touch. She is genuinely enjoying them -- they're fancy and awe-inspiring and lovely to watch -- and she's having a good time. She sits, legs crossed, on one of the blankets provided, a glass of wine cradled in one hand, and her gaze hooked on the spectacle before her. There's a coolness to her expression that is rarely ever seen anymore and possibly even a hint of a smile.

That is until one of the fireworks pop to reveal a formation of Lucifer's face. Really? Her eyes roll while she takes a sip of her drink and then breathes out a displeased: ]

Ugh.



𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ⇩

[ You know what's up. If you have a different idea, or none of this suits your taste, go ahead and hit me with it -- or, if you wish, poke me on plurk yourfavewaifu and we can discuss things!! ]

C

[pococurante]

[ The last time Spike saw fireworks, he was getting his ass kicked in the rain about halfway up the Eiffel Tower. So this is nice. He wanders the field, enjoying watching other people enjoy the fireworks as much as he's enjoying them himself. It's peaceful, and pretty, and for a moment there isn't some weird twist or threat or aphro going on.

He sees a familiar slight form on one of the blankets, drinking a glass of wine and scoffing at the more self-aggrandizing explosions. A very soft half-smile cracks his features. The kind that only appears when he knows nobody is paying attention to him.

He sits next to Faye and offers her a cigarette. ]

Gotta admit, pretty impressive how much detail they were able to get in there.

[ He flicks his lighter and holds it up for her. ]

Think they've even got the lip piercings.

Uchiha Sasuke // Naruto // CRAU

[oflightningandfire]

↯ REACH UP HIGH ⇝ PROMPT II

It wasn't too hard for him to do, honestly. He'd been in the kitchen making food for himself after such a long period of going -- more or less -- without. He had consumed a few fruits the moment they became available which was enough to sustain him so he could make a proper meal. Still, Sasuke was used to surviving. Although once pampered by Orochimaru it hardly meant he was completely catered on and the years that followed after that were less fortunate. His family fortune wasn't something he had access to after going rogue so he needed to make due with what he had, what he could hunt, what he could borrow, trade, or take. Besides, the Uchiha had long since come to find the process calming in among the chaos. The simple details of preparation and diligent care it took to make a meal just right. He wanted to just shove a bunch of rice and tomatoes in his mouth but he knew he needed something more.

"You look like you could use this," he said, offering a plate of salmon on a bed of rice with a side of Gomae. It wasn't the most welcoming tone, but it wasn't cold either. A solid C+ in kindness and there was enough for a smaller serving for himself.


↯ FOLLOW ME DOWN ⇝ PROMPT II

He didn't drink. Well, to be more clear he didn't drink often. Usually, he didn't like to drink. Not because of the taste but because of the effects. He was a sloppy drunk, not the mean brawler that some who knew him might have thought he'd turn into (although he could get competitive and stabby if pushed but that was just natural). No, for the most part he was sloppy, and happy, and dare we say affectionate given the right moment. That little seed inside of him came out full force anytime he was near the damn liquid and that wasn't a weakness he could afford to show anyone. Besides, Sasuke didn't enjoy anything that could alter his state of mind or debilitate his alertness. There were only few situations and few people that he drank around; that he felt comfortable enough to let that guard down. None of them were here, but maybe his wandering had him thinking about one in particular. She'd love something like this, he thought. This festival as it seemed it were even if it was questionable in some ways. He wasn't sure how his thought turned into 'I should drink a lot and then take a lot of them back with me' but one thing after another landed him here, hoarding several bottles of wine and lugging them back to his room in an impressively straight line all things considered.

Because what if she ended up here? She often did, you know... end up in places he ended up. Not that he wanted to believe in fate but she often found him and after shoving the bottles in various places around the room and meandering out he realized something very, very clearly. A hand came out to catch himself with the wall. He, mh. He really did love her didn't he? And it didn't matter. It would never matter. It could never be. Besides, how many other fucking idiots ended up feeling the same way? Ah, the young man found himself sliding against the hallway wall until he lazily sat with both legs stretched out and briefly laughed at himself, oblivious of anyone else around at the moment.

He was such an idiot.

[ooc: HELLO! If you have any questions or want to plot further feel free to hit me up on plurk: popartcrisis or discord: d̷e̷v̷o̷u̷r̷#0598 - I typically don't mirror styles though ig i'm starting to LMAO, but I am not troubled at all if you want to use action styles while rping with me! Whatever is comfortable for you :) ]

fmd

[sharktrash]

Squalo did drink, and he did it well apparently, considering he lived as long as he did in his line of work and didn't perish due to alcohol. It was just something of a ritual in the Varia; same way other people nursed tea, or bath salts.

He's still more or less his normal self, just in a better mood and his smirk maybe a bit more pleased and less predatory, when he strolls into the hallway lugging yet another box of autumn wines. It tasted great, better than anything else he'd gotten his hands on in Hell and stronger too, and he would be damned if he didn't fill his entire goddamn room with it. For later.

His contented expression shifts into something more like bleary confusion when he spots Weird Eye Guy sitting on the floor and laughing at thin air.

That seems... unusual.

"Hey." He greets with a hint of teasing when he gets closer, not that there's any need considering how loud his voice always is. "You finally lose it? Always knew the day would come."

Agent Carolina | Red vs. Blue | Hadriel crau

[uptightness]

[ARRIVAL]
[She can't explain it, as much as she would like to, and she really would. She doesn't like things that happen outside of her control, and arriving here as covered her daily quota of bullshit. The last time she had felt like this- well, it has been sooner than she would admit to most people. Yet even then, it hadn't encompassed it quite like this. Just how many times had the location shifted since she had arrived in that colosseum? More than she would like to admit, and none that she had control over.

It's that throbbing in her head, although Carolina is no stranger to that. She's been trained as a soldier, pushed herself, always driven by that desire to do better, to be better, to be the best. And yet it hadn't always worked out like that. Sure, it might have mellowed out a little since her Freelancer days, but old dogs don't quite just learn new tricks. It's a work in progress, although the whole band experience and watching them squirm had actually been fun.

Waking up in this red hell (no pun intended, given the whole situation), is no where on her bucket list of things to accomplish. Ever.

As for judgment... She's been judging herself for years, ever since falling from that cliff and realizing just what had actually been going on in the aftermath. It had made her bark a soft laugh, wondering who or what is behind this. It will take more than this to rattle her, especially given everything that Hadriel had thrown her way. Yet even Hadriel... There is a throbbing in her head as she tries to recall the last thing that she had been doing, but it's illusive. There are bits and pieces, here and there, but the whole picture refuses to arise.

Yet a soldier keeps going on, which is why Carolina does leave the room, on guard, as she works her way down the hallways, looking for anything familiar. It isn't a location that she knows- not the residence she has been living in for the last who knows how long, or any of the temples, spires, or shops. It does beg many questions, of which Carolina doesn't have all the answers. Or any, really. Which is why there is a big blue armoured individual walking towards you. Perhaps some might understand that it is a suit with someone inside, although others may not. She could pass for an AI or some sort of a robot. Even her voice, when she does speak, sounds different.]

This isn't the colosseum, is it? 'cause it's a lot different than usual.

[And lacking in monsters...]

[NETWORK]
[She still isn't certain about any of this, and what, essentially this communication device is, the other alternatives haven't yielded any results.]

I'm looking for any information that anyone has on individuals in armor.
In particular, Red or Blue.
Or various shades thereof.

[REACH UP HIGH : prompt i]
[Her armour is gone, leaving the red haired woman in the black undersuit. Like much of this place, she can't say that she sought out this room, but Carolina can say that she really has no desire to remain here. If it is Hadriel, it is some new and very twisted version of the place she had been trapped. There's no talk of any of the gods, only the devil and beings that clearly don't look exactly human. She's no stranger to aliens back home, and even met a variety of different creatures in Hadriel, but a literal hell? If she's honest with herself, Carolina would say that it's where she does belong after everything that she's done, and that despite the fact that she is attempting to make amends and be better, there is that small part of her that says she will never do enough, be enough, even the scales.

She does try the door, like any normal person would, tugging and jerking, even getting down and debating whether she could pick the lock. It's never really been her area of expertise though, and it doesn't seem like it's going to budge. She once might have scoffed at magic and such things, but these days, Carolina knows better. She's witnessed such feats first hand, even if they don't settle well with her.

She had been roaming around the room, seeing if there were any other exits that maybe weren't as obvious, when she finds someone else tossed in with her. For a moment she does freeze, those uncanny green eyes wary as they turn to regard the new person. Not that she has much time to think about it. Her lips are pursed by the time the voice stops, and she sees the list of 'sins' that had been there when she had woken up. It's fairly long, in the grand scheme of things, as she had done a lot during her years at Freelancer, and even after.]

So.

[Carolina can't say that she exactly has any desire to go around cutting someone up, especially a stranger that hasn't done anything to her.]

[FOLLOW ME DOWN : prompt ii]
[She's an army brat to begin with, and she's always been one that can adapt. It's not that she particularly enjoys being here, but so far she's realized that there's no easy way to depart, just like Hadriel. She'd been there, survived through that, and she isn't going to let this place break her. The fall festival does drawn her attention, especially after the food shortage of this place. She's avoided anything meat related, but scrapping the mold off of other items has taken care of her hunger for the most part. She does still look a little haggard around the edges.

There are a variety of demons around, which only draws a look from Carolina as she regards the odd trees in turn. She avoids the wine, despite the scent that does have her moving a few steps towards it. Drinking on a belly that's not very full? Not a good idea. No, Carolina would rather keep her wits about her, prepared for anything that might be tossed her way. It's not a walk in the park, this place.

She does move away from it, at least for now, as it is tempting, more tempting than she likes, settling instead for some smaller pies to keep her occupied. They are sweet, and there is a satisfied noise as she munches on it. Perhaps not the most mature and she moves to wipe away the crumbs.]

They're not bad.

[If she catches someone staring.

And the weapons is where she is later, looking them over with a keene interest. Any knives and blades are tested, feeling their balance and how they settle in her hands. It's clear that she's familiar with such things, using both hands with a practiced ease.

And it's shown further later, as she hits target after target with the darts, and aiming with a precision at the dunk tank as well. Does she look a little smug over that? Yes, yes she does. By the end of the evening though she does have far more than she should possibly be carrying, and anyone that does get too close to her earns a glare.]

Watch it. Get your own.

[WILDCARD]
[Build your own adventure]

[equinamity]

[She's always considered herself patient. She's a trained sniper, after all, and a damn good one--it's not uncommon for her to take up one position and keep it for hours on end, only her eyes moving about. Which is why Riza is surprised by her own restlessness. It must be because they're in Hell...or something like that.

Anyway, she's found herself at the festival, wandering booths and people-watching in relative silence. It's the woman throwing darts that grabs her attention. Or rather, her skill with them.

She waits until the other is done before speaking.]

You have extraordinary aim.

follow me down i.

[thescarletspeedster]

It's not a thought Barry would have had a year ago, but the lingerie party is the first bit of normalcy he's felt in ages. Hell certainly isn't his first choice of places to dress up and seek out partners, but after half a month of starving and another half of trying to get Garrett to keep his blood inside his body, thanks very much, Barry is ready to cut loose.

Perhaps it's a little boring to revert to the stockings and red silk panties he's favored at parties like this before, but Barry needs the comfort of familiarity right now. Familiarity, a cup of hell fruit wine, and, as he drapes his long body over one of the many chairs in the club, a friendly face.

....you're all fired.

[twopointfive]

Oliver had already passed by the club once, quickly deciding he would pass on it that evening thanks to the required attire and sought a drink elsewhere. Which was fine. Everything was fine but then on his pass back by to maybe go back to his own room, or a roof somewhere to brood over the mess he was in now, he saw it.

Something he could never unsee. Something that had him very confused when it came to reactions because first of all--funny--second of all--sexy. The latter was something he never would have thought about before this but there was something about red. And legs for days. And there actually being color back in Barry's face.

He knew where he was headed and before he could actually make it inside, Oliver reached out, encircling his fingers around his friends wrist and spun him around, tugging him in closer to him. Clearly, there was at least some alcohol in his system at this point because, "You know what will happen if you go in there like this, right?" Nope, there most definitely was not a little drunken smile. Not at all.

Hazel | Ava's Possessions | OTA

[missdemon]

1.

[Showing up at the club in a nice new pair of lingerie? Easy. Try something new? Totally, sounds fun! Shoving an aphrodesiac candy in her mouth, Hazel slides onto a tabletop that someone's sitting at like she was meant to sit there all along and unabashedly makes her proposal.]

How're you feeling about getting pegged tonight?

2.

Holy shit!

[These demons are seriously over here asking a bunch of sad-faced human or human-sympathetic fucks how they feel about chopping up and eating cute baby animals?]

No offense, man, but you're catering to the wrong market here. Anyway, I'll take that one--like, alive, though, obviously.

[She's not really surprised. She just figures they'd learn who they're trying to sell to. In any case, Hazel, grinning, is now holding a squirming, squealing piglet, and she has absolutely never looked happier in her whole life.]

If you tell me to name her bacon or porkchop or something super boring and lame I will literally punch you in the throat. Just, like, as a forewarning. Her name's gonna be Lulu. Like, Little Lulu. But also like Lucifer.

3.

[Is someone standing around standoffishly while the festival goes on around them? Never fear, Hazel is here: the bane of every wallflower's existence. She'll go for anyone, of course, but her targets seem to generally be whoever looks the most bored or put-out. Trotting over, she loops her arm through theirs with a grin.]

Come on! Games are this way; you're gonna win me a prize.

1

[derrygirl]

Oh!

[Oh, wow, what a question, wow, that . . . wow, and he blinks at Hazel, trying to make sure he actually just heard what he did. He hadn't, right? No. Surely not. And yet she's still looking at him waiting for an answer, oh, wow.]

U-um. No thank you? Is that, um, I mean, no offense, you're very-- I just don't think I'm, you know, there yet, but, um. Yes. No thank you.

athena sasha | saint seiya lost canvas

[diosaguerrera]

stand your ground; two; voice

The memories of my brother and my best friend.

[ As much as it is a joke to Lucifer, as it is to Hades too, for Sasha is what fuels her strength and hope to get Alone back from the God of the Underworld's possession. ]

reach up high; two

[ She doesn't need to be asked twice since it is in her nature to share what little she has with her. Together with her family and the children of the orphanage, all they got was thanks to the hard work to afford a life not full of luxuries but only satisfaction. The least Sasha could find without rotting was a decent piece of ham and bread... and a jar of jam. All mixed would end in quite a strange combination except everything is still edible.

A gentle smile is what the other guest will get as a greet when they see what she brings. ]

I can make a sort of toast with this if you want.

follow me down; two

[ Worse than trying not to give in to the fruit and its multiple presentations is watching how the vendors display a Shiba puppy to be chopped for the sole purpose of a meal. Starving as she might be since her arrival that's something she can't let it happen, even her brother Alone wouldn't allow for such thing. Instead, her features are determined but pleading, a hand grasping the back of the other against her chest. ]

Please, let me have them.


wildcard;

( ooc: anything you want to do with sasha, pm this journal :3 )

𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝒾ℊ𝒽; 𝓉𝓌ℴ

[omkara]

(The sort of torture he'd seen here, been a part of here, and has heard of should have prepared him for the possibility of a food shortage. However, when he was this hungry he didn't think anything could prepare him for the sort of things he'd do for a bite of food. Which included eating "safe" crumbs off of rotting food, eating the part of cheese that didn't have hair growing out of it.. all sorts of things like that.

He hadn't even realized he was sitting beside someone when the voice perked his head up from the table.

Kanda gravitated toward the hotel's cafeteria, where he stalked the place (even the garbage) for anything that might still be edible. He lucked out with some tea packets but the filling of liquid in his gut didn't last quite as long as he would have liked.

He ended up slouched over on one of the cafeteria tables.)

Huh?

(He looks up to see the unfamiliar girl and her small offering.)

Garrett Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

[defaulthawke]

1: lingerie

Hawke is having a fantastic time, to be honest. He’s picked out a pretty nice ensemble. Complete with a big stupid robe, and yes he is being THE MOST about it. Catch him cooing over lingerie and helping pick out outfits for any reluctant souls by the door.

Once he’s bored with playing dress up (and it takes a while), he heads into the party proper, swishing his Big Stupid Robe around and generally living his best life. He ditches the robe at some point in the night, but whether he’s with or without it, at some point he grabs someone and pulls them into his lap, getting in close with a jovial greeting.

“Ello! Ever done a body shot before? I want to try it.”


2: PUPPIES.

Okay, fall festivals are great and all, but you know what’s NOT great? SELLING PUPPIES FOR FOOD. Every single day that he goes to this thing, he finds himself buying a puppy from one of the food stalls and taking it home with him.

Also, that urge to hoard? Hits him hard. He has a bag. A man purse, you might even call it, where he’s sticking random shit. Food items, prizes from the booths (stupid stuffed animals and shit), stolen darts from the carnival games. Balls from the dunk tank. If you’re lucky, a tiny puppy head might even poke out of the bag to say hi to the world!

Inevitably, whatever new friend he has today gets away from him and runs up to some unsuspecting person, giving a tiny puppy bark at them and jumping up with tiny paws on the person’s leg (foot?). There’s a large man not too far behind said puppy, bent low to try and catch it.

By the way, the puppy could be any one of six different babies.

PUPPIES

[equinamity]

Riza stops in her tracks, the puppy pawing at her leg enthusiastically. She doesn't mind, stooping so she can scratch the dog's ears. She's yet to see the pets-for-food booth, but she'll certainly end up with a dog of her own when she does.

"It seems your friend here wanted to say hello."

Scratching puppy ears at least keeps him in place, making it easy for Garrette catch up.

Shihouin Yoruichi | OTA

[flashcat]

[Reach Up High I]

She had just about enough of these disgusting, brutish demons manhandling her. Her thoughts came to bringing the entire hotel down on top of their heads. She had even went to far as to push her reiatsu enough that it had begun swirling around her wrist, but she stopped herself. It wouldn't do much except displace her and anyone else that was forced to call the hotel home for the time being.

She waited, by herself, leaning up against the wall, twirling one of the knives around her finger, a frown pressed deep into the corners of her lips. She knew what was coming, and she wasn't too happy about it.

The door, opening, Yoruichi threw the knife toward the open door, hoping to land it in the skull of the demon that put her here, but it hit the wall, just next to the door, embedding into the wall with a lout 'thunk.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with," she says, addressing the person that had just been shoved into the room with her.


[Follow Me Down I]

She had heard whispers of the happenings at the club as she darted between the legs of the other residents in her feline form. It had peaked her curiosity, and decided to see what the fuss was all about.

At the door, she chose something suitable for her tastes, and to the acceptance of the demons running the club. The heels, however, left little to be desired.

It ended up not mattering, as she chose a spot at the edge of the bar, one leg crossed over the other, a drink in her hand, and she watched. It was entertaining, watching the others. Watching as the moved, and danced, and drank. They way some of them came together, and promptly disappeared into the back room.

She absently took one of the treats from the tray offered to her, chewing on the truffle-like candy slowly, enjoying something that wasn't rotting, mixing the sweetness of the treat with the bitterness of her drink.

It was only a short time later that she realized her mistake. The heat pooled in her, spreading from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, settling a light blush across her face. She kept her face calm, and placed her drink on the counter as she stood up, steadying herself in the heels strapped to her feet.

She kept her head down as she made her way toward the door, the heat building in her, the smell of bodies around her, the presence of bodies, scarcely clad in lace and leather, and the smell of sweat of alcohol mingling in her nose.

She was almost there, just a few paces from the door. She could make it back to her room quickly, once outside. But luck would have it, that just as she went to make those last few strides toward the door, someone made their way into her path, causing her to slam right into them.

"Hey!"

She used her hand, to steady herself against the person's shoulder, looking up to the person she had bumped into. The closeness, the contact, she knew was a mistake. She had been so close to her escape. Instead she slid up closer to the person, a sly, feline grin painted across her lips.

"Hey~"

Follow Me Down I

[pococurante]

Spike had opted for something simple but inviting interaction, small shorts with a zipper at the crotch, and a harness that read COWBOY across the chest. The harness also highlights the brand he's been sporting since some idiot took the sin-shifting deal, labeling Spike with PERFECT HAIR across one shoulder blade. He does his usual routine of a quiet circuit of the joint, checking out what seems to be happening, refusing to eat or drink anything, and trying to ignore whatever weird urges start to grow inside him.

He's about to head out for a smoke when Yoru bumps into him. Literally. One eyebrow lifts at the affectionate greeting. Not that he doesn't get along with her, but this is definitely out of the ordinary. "Hey."

Steve Rogers | Marvel Cinematic Universe: Winter Soldier (CRAU)

[compelledtoprotect]

Stand Your Ground

Prompt 1

A

Eating rotten food was . . . less than ideal. But he'd done it before, and he'd probably have to do it again. It was a real skill though, learning just how much rot you could tolerate. Most people couldn't handle much at all, but fortunately Steve could deal with quite a bit. It was also practice. He knew from the past what was safe for him, and he also knew how to trim away the really awful bits. Burning it to a crisp also tended to help. Killed a lot of the active bacteria and all that. Not fun, not pleasant, but survivable. There were a lot of things about war that sucked, but learning how to survive on spoiled rations had never been so deeply appreciated.

He was still hollowed out and hungry looking though, little better than when he'd been hunting the Kirks after the Pit, though he wasn't missing great hunks of flesh at the moment. His body just required a hell of a lot of calories to keep up his health, way more than he was getting. Not that it stopped Steve from giving away most of the decent food he managed to find, and he was always happy to instruct others in how to try and salvage anything they found.

"Here, see? You wanna cut away as much of the rot as you can. There's usually something salvageable underneath. And you can try little bits of the questionable parts too if you're brave. But I do mean a little. If you ever feel at all sick, you've gotta stop immediately. Losing anything you've already taken in is way too detrimental to risk more. Here, try this. It's pretty much clean now."

B

The fruits were a godsend. They were also bizarre as hell sometimes, but Steve was used to eating things that didn't look like food. When you were starving, you tried just about anything, and he was definitely starving. It was also a way to safeguard everyone else. He was a lot harder to poison than normal humans, so he didn't hesitate to try new things first. It was a relief to be able to offer friends and family a safe, tasty food, and he didn't hesitate to go gathering daily. Anything his friends didn't eat, he sure would!

"Here, try this one! I swear it tastes like bacon! And I have another one that tastes like cake! Can you believe it? Cake!"

Steve also spent a lot of time with the animals, as per his usual. He liked animals, even the weird hell beasts, and they tolerated him fairly well. It also seemed like a good idea to keep an extra eye on them, considering the food issues. Steve knew there were residents who know only knew how, but wouldn't hesitate, to butcher the poor things. He'd be sad seeing that happen. The menagerie was basically his only chance for a pet after all.

C

Steve sang. He hummed. He tapped his feet and drummed his fingers. All of it right along with the fairly obnoxious music anytime he was nearby. He also did it in his suite. There was just something about the season, no matter where he was, that gave him hope. It made him smile, and he also tended to think more kindly of everyone because of it. Well, almost everyone . . . You should probably tell him to shut up though. Those songs get really annoying really fast.


Reach Up High

Prompt 1

Yet again he'd been trapped, and yet again he was expected to torture someone else. Why the fuck was it never someone that might actually enjoy the blades?! He refused to look at the other person, picking up one of the knives and holding it out toward them, hilt first.

"Start with me. Sometimes it lets us out with just one of us suffering. Pick anything on the list, it really doesn't matter what. I'll heal fine no matter what."

Prompt 2

Being generous was never an issue with Steve. He didn't do the kind things Lucifer assigned them because he had to, he did them because he liked to. It wasn't like he hadn't already been wandering around, making sure people had at least a little to eat, among other things, but Steve redoubled his efforts, knowing some people might deliberately go against the new request, just to try and spite Lucifer. Damn selfish fools . . . It bothered him to think others might suffer for hate.

"Here. I have plenty, you know? You take it."


Follow Me Down

Festival

Never let it be said that Steve couldn't let loose and enjoy himself. He just didn't do it that often, but the festival was a prime opportunity. Though he lingered by the pets a lot, he just couldn't justify bringing one home. But he sure did enjoy playing with the little critters, especially the kittens and puppies! Finding him on his belly on the ground covered in the tiny monsters wasn't unusual as he roughhoused and cuddled.

He was also more than happy to play all the games over and over, at least until the demons got sick of him winning. Not that Steve kept the prizes. Unlike a lot of the hotel residents lately, he wasn't feeling especially possessive, at least not about things. He happily gave away the prizes and rode the ferris wheel a lot, and tried not to think about the fact that he was feeling more and more possessive about people . . .


Wildcard

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[equinamity]

Hawkeye has been studying him while lurking by the game booths. There's something about him that reminds her of Havoc; maybe the light hair and set of his shoulders? She's already decided he must have some military background. It's the way he carries himself, his mannerisms. He's also huge and enamored with giving away the stuffed prizes. It's kind of adorable.

When the demon starts swearing and shooing him away, she's still lurking nearby. She's at least changed out of her uniform, so she doesn't stand out so much. As he heads back towards the ferris wheel, she smiles in his direction.

"I was wondering if they'd get tired of you winning and shoo you away."

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) | CRAU

[comewithaprice]

ARRIVAL:

[Ed has heard enough bullshit in his life not to blindly trust a soothing voice promising things to be better in some uncertain future. After all, this was definitely not where he wanted to be and the idea was that they were supposed to be sent off to wherever they wanted to go once the program ended. Of course, that was a joke just like everything else about that damn company and the wounds were still fresh from that whole ordeal, emotionally at least. He does eventually stop struggling long enough to give in, but he certainly doesn't go easily about it, and when he wakes up feeling hungover it's with a taste of bitterness over his situation and the fact that he had known better, if only he'd been able to listen to himself and resist giving in. As if doing that had gotten him anywhere in other worlds before this one.

He gets up, he stretches, checks the belongings in the room and duffel bag. He's ignoring the list - pointedly ignoring the list - because he can and it wouldn't make any difference considering he actually couldn't, the thing would follow him around wherever he went. Although the irony of his blood being the ink it's written in, is not entirely lost on him. He'd done this 'redemption' thing before, it was pointless then and it would be pointless this time too, he was pretty sure. This list was more exhaustive than the one he'd originally been given all those years ago, but it had certainly never left him either, not when it was so on the nose, so here he was expecting more of the same.]

STAND YOUR GROUND:
I:

[Ed is no stranger to the cold or to starving. In fact, he'd endured the latter well enough as young as ten, that it was practically child's play at this point. If the blizzard or famine in Attollo was fatal, he would have died at least once, that's what being stubborn gets a person. Instead, he was miserable and uncomfortable for the weeks that torture extended. Starving was far from new to him, and neither was eating weird things that he probably wouldn't have even looked at under normal circumstances.

If someone nearby seems to be looking for their next meal, he'll hold up the one in his gloved hand with a raised eyebrow.]

This one's edible.

II:

This is ridiculous, is there some book full of these ice breaker questions or something?

[Why always these dumb questions. He doesn't want to think about pleasant memories lost to the past, basically ever. Not helping, Lucifer, thanks anyway.]

REACH UP HIGH:
I:

[Ed had tried the door, pulling, pushing, alchemy, all sorts of abuse and even lockpicking. Nothing worked and he felt helpless, which was not a good look on him. This was new, everything he'd been through, every one of these damn places he'd wound up in had never done this. Making them torture each other was a new twist on things, and he hated that it scared him, he was supposed to be used to whatever they could throw at him.

When someone else enters the room he looks from them to the blades and back again, trying to read the room and asses the situation. Just because he wasn't too thrilled about the idea of cutting up someone else didn't mean that some new stranger was going to feel the same way. He's tense, poised to react if he feels the need to defend himself, hopefully, they can be rational about this. From his experience, they couldn't actually want them to do this, rather the point would be to resist the temptation, and he has no idea how entirely wrong he is.]

What the hell is this, some kind of test?

(Also open to prompts where Ed's shoved into the room on someone else, instead!)

FOLLOW ME DOWN:
II:

[Ed has a glass of wine, perhaps he's had several glasses of wine by this point. It tastes good and there's no reason not to in this situation. It wasn't like him to loosen up unprompted but he can't live his entire life back against the wall on the off chance this is also suspicious or dangerous.

He can be found just about anywhere (except the "pet" food, I'm not feeling that mean today.) but will show an obvious preference for the darts among the game stalls, and his aim's pretty good too if it's not so late into the evening that he's had too much to drink, at least. If he's bumped into by the Ferris wheel, he's likely just staring it since he's never seen one of those working before.

By the time the fireworks start he's switched to drinking something warmer, and probably minus the alcohol.]

WILDCARD:

[It doesn't take him long to wander the halls, get to know the place and check for exits. Establishing the layout was a priority and that does include moving to the front desk and exploring the locations around it. Get to know the place, get to know the people here, that was always his priority these days because when things finally exploded, it was good to know who might be an ally.

While he can be found in just about any corner of the hotel that's available to patrons, Ed is far more likely to be spotted at the bar. He doesn't get a drink, but he does linger by the jukebox and occasionally look through the songs as if debating putting something on from it. If someone gets close enough to him, they might notice he's definitely muttering to himself as he looks through the listings as if searching for something specific.]

Note: Ed's from COS with a few years CRAU, so an adult, for anyone canon familiar. He dresses in all black, wears white gloves at all times and a leather jacket when cold enough.

please feel free to throw your own starter at me or hit me up to plot something out/request a prompt. If you'd like to do something but want Ed on your character's top-level instead, shoot me a link. PM works, I can be reached on plurk at Chainofhabit.

Follow Me Down II

[lovelylaica]

[ Laica's hoarding tendencies have apparently turned to... carnival prizes? They are big and shiny and/or fluffy and she is loaded down with balloons and stuffed animals and cheap plastic tiaras and other junk. It's unclear how much of it she won for herself, how much she managed to convince somebody or other to give her, and how many she just flat-out stole.

She watches Ed throwing darts for a while, eyes keenly judging his skill and the prizes on offer. And then puts on a winning smile and saunters over, arms laden with other prizes. ]

You certainly know your way around a knife, darling.

[ There's just an edge of flirtatiousness in her tone as she leans against the booth counter, smiling warmly. ]