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TEST DRIVE MEME #8


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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unpocoloco: (Wondering)

Héctor | Coco

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-28 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
STAND YOUR GROUND I - Snow Place Like Home

Modern cinema is kind of amazing. He was never really a movie guy. No cinemas in town, never the time or money or interest enough to expend the former two. He liked shows on the radio well enough, when he got to listen, but usually, he had other things to do. Like music.

Today is not a good day for his hands. He's just well enough to walk around and get out of bed, which is a sense of being "well", but his fingers don't want to bend without making him contemplating chopping his hands right off. So he made his way to the movies, found the one that seemed least likely to turn into a horror show, and sat down to watch moving pictures so real he swears he could step through the screen into another world.

He regrets it thoroughly. He's frozen (ha) in place before even a quarter of the movie has passed. No matter how much he wants to run he can't make himself leave, and then, at last, it's over and the lights flick on and he's staring ahead. Get close enough and one might hear him muttering.

"...I don't want to be a snowman... it doesn't snow in México..."

STAND YOUR GROUND II - Care-ol to Share?

[He doesn't hate Lucifer. He still doesn't know what to think of him but hate hasn't settled.

That joke, however, gets a flat, dead look from him, the starving shriveled husk of a person whose loneliness has done well for eating at the rest of him.

He sighs. He has pleasant memories but he doesn't want to share those.]


When I was a kid, whenever life got me down, I'd got to play my guitar. I can't always play anymore like I used to but on my better days, I'd be happy to share with others.

[He goes to play.]

A friend were talking about trying to make a performance soon. Something small, but if there was anyone who wanted in on in such a thing it'd be nice to play with other musicians besides myself.

FOLLOW ME DOWN II - These Halls Are Staying Decked

He half wishes Nekane was there in the moment. They would've been proud. The demons had gone off on some taunting explanation of the frilly, exposing undergarments, he'd taken one flat look, and before the explanation was over had said, Gracias, I'll stay outside, and walked off.

He doesn't want the demons ogling him. He doesn't want to give them any excuse to touch him. He's withered down over the weeks enough that even he can't pretend he's anything but ugly, and yet he's sure the demons won't care enough to back off. He's not drinking anymore anyway.

A stroll through the festival makes for a good substitute, lets him find himself a good flask (sturdy, hard for anyone to slip anything in) and a pack of cigarettes (something to do, something to sit with, to replace the drink), at least until he starts running into the puppy and kitten displays. That's about when he heads back to the club and sits outside it. Near people without being near them, it's actually not a bad compromise, biting cold aside. He can greet people with a wave as they pass. Maybe he can even invite them to sit for a while, if they can bear the chill that long while wearing next to nothing. All the while, he's staying dressed in the jeans and thick hoodie he scrounged from the basement and, despite his refusal for lingerie, he's got a crown of flowers on his head made by none other than Ed.

FOLLOW ME DOWN II - Wonder

Knowing Hell, it could easily be a death trap. It could also just as easily be something mildly inconveniencing. But, in the dark of the night, lit only by distant hellfire and the shining lights of the wheel, he can't help be feel entranced.

He's going on, coaxing a friend, by himself, or even joining a stranger. It's a slow ride but he's looking over the edge and at everything else with delight on his face.

"This is amazing."

And that's to say nothing of the fireworks to come.
lovelylaica: (serious talk)

Stand Your Ground I

[personal profile] lovelylaica 2019-11-28 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Laica hasn't been terribly impressed with the television. It seems like such an unbearable intrusion into her life. The movie theater is somewhat better. At least she has to go there to see it. It still gives her a headache, and made little sense to her, and she's about to leave in a terrible mood when she hears the murmured wishes of the thin man.

She scoffs. "Trust me, darling. You don't want that much snow."
unpocoloco: (Tuning)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-28 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He must have gotten sucked into the film entirely. Or rather, in his own head. He hadn't realized anyone else was here and the scoff makes him jump a little.

"Oh. No? Is it that bad?" He wouldn't know. He definitely knew he didn't like the cold all that much. Not after last month.

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Follow me down 2 - wonder

[personal profile] opheliaafterdeath 2019-11-28 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the first time Nekane's been up on the ferris wheel and it hadn't been much of a good time, aside from the view. It got stuck both times but that had been...manageable.

But they're not enough of a jerk to burst Héctor's happy bubble when he dragged them onto the ride so they don't. If it gets stuck, it gets stuck and Nekane's seen it start up again after a while. They just got impatient.

"Yeah, it's cool. Pretty good place to take a picture when we get to the top, actually."

It hadn't occurred to them before to try it. But hey, it'll look good when the fireworks start.
unpocoloco: (Cheery Take Two)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
With Nekane, the only thing really keeping him from grabbing their hand and pointing like a child at the fair was that he didn't want to just grab Nekane without warning. There is definitely a fair bit of gesturing in its stead until Nekane agrees. He's giddy, not quite bouncing, but he's been really tired lately.

"You think so? Ay, there's so many things I want to keep pictures of! I didn't think there'd be so many down here. The phone thingie keeps yelling at me now." He laughs a little, clearly not that bothered by the device's "yelling".

He lets out a little whoa and another laugh as it really starts getting high.

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Stand Your Ground II | Voice | UN: PrincessAllura

[personal profile] quintessent 2019-11-29 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Allura typically doesn't spend too much time on the network, much less when it's their graceless host who greets them. She doesn't trust any sincerity from his request, and it's much easier to assume that anything shared could be used against them at a later time. Maybe she's a little paranoid. Or maybe she's just been here long enough.

But it's the first strings of music that catches her attention. Makes her sit up where she'd been sitting in her room and stare in the direction of her device.

She waits until the final note plays before she reaches for it, she doesn't even know who was on the other side, but she felt like she had to respond,

"That was beautiful." Emphatically, if not a little emotional on the edges of her voice. The sort of response one might expect from a world-class performance in a quiet theater instead of a ditty plucked out over the network, "Does that song have a name?"
unpocoloco: (Embarrassed)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-01 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He's gotten warm response from the people of Hell when it came to his playing, whether his own songs or not. But it seems the latter is most likely to garner that response; the deeply flattering kind, where he can see his music has touched a heart.

And how appropriate considering the song.

"Sólo un Canción," He answers back into the phone video. "I wrote the music a long time ago and the lyrics came later but I still like to play it in this form from time to time. Gracias, señorita, for the kind words."

All the warm responses and yet he still can't help feeling surprised that he's recieved even here.

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itsnotaonesie: (99)

follow me down II get decked upon

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-12-02 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
So speaking of the club, here's Peter leaving said club, pausing to zip up his hoodie in the doorway. The good news is that he's not wearing anything weird, ridiculous or sexy, but the bad news is that he was about five minutes ago, so when he turns and spots Héctor here just hanging out, he freezes.

Aaand looks absolutely mortified. Time to act natural.

"Oh. Hey, man. Kinda cold out here, isn't it?" See? Natural. So natural.
unpocoloco: (I don't think so)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-02 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
As the modern folk say, nailed it.

He hadn't thought much of it but when the obvious embarrassment strikes he lifts a brow high. Just going to play that off huh?

"Very cold," He answers. "Freezing. But it's not a hotel and I get to keep my clothes on." He takes a drag from his cigarette. "Course you look pretty warm, all red-faced there."

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Quentin Coldwater: The Magicians Trilogy: OTA

[personal profile] magician_king 2019-11-28 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground Prompt I

The hardest thing about Hell so far, on Quentin's first day in it, is the running catalogue of hell jokes and truisms flitting through his thoughts like the constant scroll of a newsticker.

HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE. THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS. HELL HATH NO FURY-

He's in a little bit too much shock to actually feel hungry yet, but is distantly aware that the food is going to become a problem pretty damn DAMN IT ALL TO HELL AND BACK, THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS quickly. He is already one hundred percent successfully being tortured by the Christmas music, which provides a jingly, festive counterpoint and acute sense of nonreality to the situation.

He spends most of his time alone, but at a certain point in the day does end up sitting in one of the austere chairs in the hotel lobby, wearing the dazed look probably completely characteristic of fresh meat.



REACH UP HIGH Prompt I

"I'm sorry, what?"

Says Quentin, who's left the shock phase and entered into the bargaining phase.

"In what universe does this make any sense whatsoever? Harming other people is generally frowned upon by literally every ethicist."

He's honestly less upset by the knives thant the sudden lurching conviction that the system is rigged. Obedience to the local penitence is apparently only a series of shitty rationalizations that are going to coax you into behaving worse and worse. As a lifelong overachiever and general type A, the idea of deliberately failing a task grates at Quentin worse than the Christmas music.

He takes a brief beat to acknowledge he is tailspinning, counts back from three, and looks up at the person he's locked in with, finally seeing them properly and announcing with conviction:

"Fuck this noise."



FOLLOW ME DOWN Prompt II

[[cw substance abuse]]

It wouldn't honestly take cursed wine to catch ahold of Quentin. He'd be vulnerable to a normal glass on a normal day on earth, and in the chaos of the festival he's drinking a cup before he knows what he's doing. He'd prefer to bum a hit of something stronger off someone in the club, but was turned back by the dress code requirements. Even the apparent resurgence of the old urge to score he used to feel when he lived in New York isn't enough to persuade him into a corset and panties.

Crowds aren't his bag, but the buzz of the liquor softens that all lightly, and since this place is the only source of the substance he ends up sticking around and wandering from display to display, wondering vaguely about the local economy and trying not to jostle the worst of his cuts.
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Follow Me Down

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-11-29 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
John doesn't want to spend more time than absolutely necessary at the festival. He's here with a few specific things on his mind. More like a shopping list than anything. And so he works his way through the stalls in a semi-methodical fashion, taking strategic breaks and detours to throw off any overly interested parties. Maybe he's wasting his time, but it's better to be paranoid than wrong.

"Oop, sorry love," the blond mutters as he bumps into Quentin and Carrie's on walking. Who may or may not have noticed that one of his pockets might have become mysteriously lighter.

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follow me down 2

[personal profile] inbello 2019-11-29 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronan doesn't trust this carnival even in the slightest after the last one, but he's here anyway, drawn by boredom or some inherent Ronan Lynch need to cause trouble. Chainsaw, his pet raven, accompanies him, alternating between riding on his shoulder and pestering vendors to give her food (she's mostly unsuccessful). Ronan keeps an eye on her in case some vendor tries to fuck with her. He won't allow that, of course.

He's drinking his own booze out of his flask, but he's not anywhere near drunk yet. He stops at one of the pie booths, not sure he trusts that either, but the food he's dreamt up barely tides him over and it's...tempting. He glances at Quentin, surprised by the shock of white hair on someone who looks too young for that. Well, whatever, people in Hell look all kinds of ways anyway.

"Sometimes the food will fuck you up more than the booze, but the shit in the hotel's been rotting for like a month," he says.

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crossandbones: (★ the smoke that never ends)

Seth || Original Character

[personal profile] crossandbones 2019-11-28 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Reach Up High + Prompt 1

Was this a torture room or a sex dungeon 'cause y'know it kinda felt like the latter. His own attire of head-to-toe studded leather might also encourage the idea, but hey. Hell's own demonic Rob Halford, thank you very much.

Seth's nose crinkled a bit. Sunglasses moved up the bridge of his nose and he wandered around to take idle inventory of the various items in the room. He wondered if he'd be back to the old grind or not. Torture for the sake of torture was never his preference but he was a demon so by all natural means he was pretty good at it. Felt off, though. All of this. Not quite right. Not his even if the smell was the same. That stink of rot and ash. And it wasn't as if being locked up in a place like this was anything new to him. Every once in awhile the boss got pissed off about the shit he did topside and downtown he went for some schooling or whatever. He was sure this wasn't his hell, though, and that was a little weird but you know, it had a hotel and that was kinda cool, so. Yeah, actually fuck it. He ain't gonna complain. Just roll with the punches like he always did.

Seth's head tilted over a shoulder when the door creaked open and another person was suddenly present. He could feel items appear in the room on a table but the details on the paper was lost to him. Wow, Hell. Rude being so inaccessible for your own damn kind when he was blind like you made him to be. Well, not able to see the same way people did at least. Anyways. Boots twisted on the ball of his toe as he meandered over and slipped fingers against, yeah paper, knife. Then he slowly rolled his head over to the new person in the room. Might as well pull up a chair.

"Welcome to the fungeon, sugar." Seth slipped into a nearby chair after sliding the blade into his palm and casually flipping it a few times. "You're gonna have to do me a solid and tell me what's on these papers here 'cause I can't see it."

Well, his was lengthy. His list. Top among them and likely in fucking bold with several underlines was treason. Trader against his own. Violence against his own. Murder, torture, aiding the enemy, lying, cheating, and all sorts of fun things that would land him in the sludge with Judas. But there were other fun things too, you know, like promiscuity.
adeptink: (Serious)

[personal profile] adeptink 2019-12-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Puns? Fungeon? China frowned: good lord, the torture was already beginning.

"Certainly." She ruffled the papers, spiriting her list away into her pocket as she did so. She reflected that she could at least be thankful that he apparently hadn't been able to read hers. "It seems that the demons here want to share what you've been up to. My, you're a busy man."

And she's a busy woman, but there's no need to volunteer that information, is there?

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clozapine: (☉ heh)

Bullseye / Marvel 616 / ota

[personal profile] clozapine 2019-11-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Follow Me Down: Prompt 1

There's been a food shortage that Lester has tried to overcome by sticking to canned goods. It worked out for the first few days but there was only so much tuna, sardines, and spam a guy could eat before he lost his fucking mind. So, yeah, he was in a mood. And yeah maybe he'd pissed off all his roommates and had to find something to do for the night before he tried to return.

What he found was the strange sex club. Maybe it wasn't a full-blown sex club, but there were people having sex in the quiet corners and some not so quietly and not so in the corners. There were demons swarming around encouraging people to do things they wouldn't normally do, and they were giving away drugs. He avoided them this time. Last time had been a mess, but besides recreational drugs there were other things that could keep him occupied.

He spots someone unfamiliar and decides to skip to the chase, one hand grabbing a handful of ass as he leans in closer. "Come here often?"
burstmodes: (pic#12995401)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-11-29 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Of all the places he could feel at ease in, it's weird that it's this club. Maybe it's the sex, or it might just be the atmosphere, wandering around absently without much thought to what he's doing. It's not as if he's looking for anything like that, but the nostalgia gets to him every so often, pushes him to find something familiar in the way that can only remind him of Duplicity. Even the hand that curls around him and settles down over his ass is oddly reassuring... until a sharp blush heats up his neck and into his face.

"Uh..." Oh, right. He should probably say something. Words. Those things. "No? Do you?"

Prompto isn't sure why he even bothers to ask that or why he doesn't move away. Maybe he's just hoping that this guy will take the hint from the way he's sort of tensed and let go or move away before he has to protest. That seems the more logical option, so he just stands there awkwardly without knowing where to put his hands.

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ouijahands: (merriment)

tw drinks/drugs bc it's Klaus

[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-11-29 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Klaus has absolutely no hangups about things like lingerie, so he is all in for this stupid club party, prancing around with a drink in his hand, pleasantly floating but not out of his mind yet. These are just his regular drugs, not...something extra crazy, so he's used to the effects. He has some lacy top that only half-obscures the healed scarification (based on this) that Hannibal carved into his chest months ago. The lacy underwear are at least not see-through. Really, he seems more or less at home here.

Lester grabs him and he turns to face the man, grin spreading lazily across his face. "I mean, is there anywhere else to go?" he asks, letting his free hand rest on Lester's shoulders. Klaus doesn't recognise him, but that doesn't matter. "Do you?"

bless him

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Laica Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

[personal profile] lovelylaica 2019-11-30 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Follow Me Down I

[ Hawke loves a party. And the more naked she can be, the better. She arrives to the party in grand style, wearing a very minimal and femme get up of panties, garter belt, thigh-high stockings and heels. And nothing else, because she's perky enough so why bother? Hair up and threaded with flowers because again, of course, why not? And the whole package wrapped up in a silver fox fur sort of thing that is there to keep her from shivering on the way to or from the party and also because rubbing fur on one's tits is the sort of decadence she appreciates.

She accepts a glass of champagne with a strawberry floating in it and wanders the party, observing the other attendees and smiling in delight. Eventually she approaches somebody. ]


Hello, darling. That's a lovely little number you're wearing.

Wildcard/The Afterparty

[ Laica can be encountered on her way to or from the party, generally in high spirits and enjoying her fur either way. Or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] Barbeauxbot if you want something else! ]
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spacebebop: 𝓁𝒶 (joy⮟ℒ𝒶)

8'| 💗

[personal profile] spacebebop 2019-12-01 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
(She was attractive and she was talking to him. She was also half naked and didn't seem to really mind it at all. Jet, however, had a difficult time finding where exactly to look, but oh-goddamn-did-he-try-not-to-stare. He definitely peeked at those perfect, sweet, perky breasts, the fur frayed around her pert nipples gave his own naked flesh goosebumps and the small thing he was wearing did nothing for the growing heat at his lap.)

Uh.. well, It's ah.. uh.. skirt-panty-thing (Jet is not sure what it's called.)

8D 💖

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bluewithenvy: (Neptune of the seas)

Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle

[personal profile] bluewithenvy 2019-12-04 12:46 am (UTC)(link)

Stand Your Ground


Prompt I


Blue has only been here a few days, long enough to be pissed at the circumstances—and to get over it, kind of. She’s still seething, particularly at her list of supposed sins (how what she had done counted as murder was beyond her), and having no outlet. The hunger that was starting to set in didn’t help.


It was a search for something to do, or something to eat, that led her back through the lobby and into the bar she had found on her first days. The food was out, but company maybe—Or she could just find crap holiday music on repeat.


“At least it’s not ‘Christmas Shoes’ playing over and over again.” Ah, the thrills of tempting fate.


Prompt II


I am not answering that.


[They already had her here. She didn’t owe them her memories, the fond days in dappled sunlight and warped time of a temporal magic forest. They wouldn’t get it.]


Can’t make me.


Reach Up High


Prompt I


She’s shaking, staring at the knives and the lists. The temptation to get to over with combating the rebellious urge to not give in to what this place was asking. Blood, and the letting of it, was sacred. To carve a sin into her skin: a permanent confession.


“What do you think?” It’s a quiet uneasy question, asked as she shrinks from the table with arms crossed over her chest. She isn’t sure about how much value she’ll place on her “partners” opinion, but she should probably ask for it. They were stuck in here together, it was only fair.


Wildcard


[Hit me up! If you want to tag Blue in one of the situations that I didn't write a prompt for, or what to go for something completely different, I'm game! You can PM me or find me at [plurk.com profile] likeredgold]

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stand your ground; I

[personal profile] inclinatory 2019-12-04 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't."

Tempt fate. Bring up that Song. There are so many things he could mean at that moment, but specifically, it had to do with the worst Christmas song. Growing up in the trailer park meant hearing drunk folk sing it loudly and crying over the story.

"Why would you tempt fate?"
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enoderedrum: (Um.)

reach up high - I.

[personal profile] enoderedrum 2019-12-04 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
This was something that was bound to happen. Noah had heard stories about it but he had yet to enter the room himself. The consequences weren't worth waiting it out, however, no matter how much he hated the sight of blood, the pain, or having to hurt someone else.

Noah had been huddled in one corner, one of the two knives already in his hand where he was toying with it, checking how sharp the tip actually was. Then her voice made him lift his head, toss back the hood on his sweatshirt and stare up at a very, very familiar face.

"Blue?"

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wingliner: (VyjL3lM)

stand your ground, dos

[personal profile] wingliner 2019-12-04 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( well, it goes without saying that no one owes anyone anything in this place, especially not their host, though we're sure he would protest that; as it is, shiro has been in some rather sketchy situations since his arrival, most of which have involved some measure of torture or another, or the sort of ultimatums that don't generally leave much room for argument.

this … could definitely be worse. and there might be no reason at all to share memories with strangers without some sort of driving force behind it — a collar around the neck that would tighten and tighten, and tighten until it kills the person wearing it, to start — and at her question he rolls one of his shoulders in a slight shrug, humming quietly in contemplation.
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You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's honestly the tamest thing I think I've experienced since I got here. ( he tries for a small smile. ) There might be something else to it, admittedly, but it seems harmless enough.

Oh hey

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lascampanas: You've got 'em going ♪ (2 ♪ Anyone would do the same)

Ernesto de la Cruz | Coco

[personal profile] lascampanas 2019-12-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground I

Ernesto is having a tough time adjusting to Hell - it's still an adjustment to be dead, let alone to see how futuristic everything seems compared to 1942. He's been binging movies at the theater - he has no idea which ones are good, but the quality of the film and the sound is fantastic, and he can't get enough of it.

Once he's finally had his fill of them, though, he settles in the bar instead. The Christmas music is cheery, and he honestly doesn't mind it, but there's something missing - not enough people are watching him. He gets up on the karaoke stage with Héctor's his guitar in hand, and whips the crowd up with an old classic. Overplayed? Maybe, but surely a new audience will appreciate it.

Stand Your Ground II

[Ernesto is still struggling to understand video cameras... so for now, he's sticking to audio.]

Que facil! Whenever I lose my way, I play music. Music gives my heart the power to shift the world. Nothing can bring me down in this world, or the next one, so long as I have my guitar and a voice to sing with.

[Wow. How many times has he rehearsed that line before? He must have given it in at least seven interviews, after he'd read it in a romance novel.]

Reach Up High I

Oh... dear. Ernesto was really hoping he could have gotten out of this part. Surely he's gotten far enough in life that it counts for something down here, right? Well, apparently not, because he's sat in this room the same as everyone else. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he looks down at the table, watching his list of sins appear and slowly unroll across the surface. Murder is on there. Lying, theft, infidelity, pride, lust, seduction - is that a sin?

"There must be some mistake here..." He mumbles, more to himself than his fellow sinner, "I believe my list has been swapped with someone else's. I don't remember any of this."

Follow Me Down II

Well, he can forget the horrors he's witnessed in Hell very easily when there's a festival. Ernesto is like a kid in a candy store, flitting from one booth to another to try out each game, tasting whatever food he's offered, and checking out the-

The little dogs being sold as food! No, this will not do!

If anyone fails to run across him sooner, they may find him at the fireworks display, sitting on a blanket and strumming his guitar. Three chihuahuas are snuggled together in his guitar case with a colorful blanket, probably in a food coma after getting all the food and treats they could ask for. He is a dad now, and he must provide for his children.

Wildcard?

[I'm probably not gonna actually app him so go wild, have fun! Beat him up!! Or throw a sexy prompt at me and let Ernesto have a bisexual awakening at the ripe age of 46.]
unpocoloco: (Stricken)

I can't believe you'd do this to me I love you I'd die for you - SYG I

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-06 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
His head lifts up from his arms on the bar top. He's not drunk. He's more sober than he's ever been in Hell, drinking water from a flask that he hides in the pocket of a baggy sweater with a phone and things he chooses not to think about. He hasn't even taken a sip from that in the last hour and he certainly has eaten anything, not with pained insides, not with fears that just don't stop even though he's died more than once now and it means nothing.

It feels like there's something disconnected in his brain, and hey, knowing this place, that might be true. Maybe that's the reason he stares blankly, unable to process it as his old amigo, his best friend, the man who had been a brother to him, stands there upon the stage with a guitar in his hand and grey streaks in his hair. (Grey? When did...)

At first, he thinks he doesn't know the song. It's cheery, bright, and for a split stupid second, he could almost be proud the man finally found a scrap of creativity in him to make up something new. But the words come.

He thinks of acid, of burning things, of the blood he's tasted in his teeth every week or so. He thinks of these things because something happens to his heart and in the moment to follow it feels like his insides are boiling, his nerves igniting with something other than pain, and his body shakes with it. He doesn't know when he moves but slowly he makes his way to the stage, past any other patrons, eyes wide, unblinking, and fixed.

Everything that's happened... every scar, every scream torn from his throat... the things that have been done to him and the things he's had to do, turning out his mind, turning out his body, and every single night he's just wanted to hold his daughter even knowing the sick terrible knowledge that he is dead and may not ever hold her again... it all comes down to this. Doesn't?

He's just about in front of the stage, just about at the end of a song he sang every night as lullaby slowly becoming a plea. His lips pull back from his teeth and an animal scream rips from his throat.

He launches himself onto the stage and at De La Cruz, throwing the man to the ground.

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