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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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Noctis Lucis Caelum ; FFXV ; OtA

[personal profile] waywardscion 2019-11-24 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
🟊 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
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Edited 2019-11-24 23:59 (UTC)
snowjoke: (9)

[personal profile] snowjoke 2019-11-24 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you mean the ocean? From ya know, home?

[Now it was Jason's turn to be confused. He stares at him, he's too drunk for this.]

Why where you in the ocean? you here cuz you drowned? that's kinda stupid.
styxtoshadows: (what or oh no  11)

Stand Your Ground Network

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-11-24 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
How...the...fuck!?

[He peers at the screen.]

You're a genius.
styxtoshadows: (what or oh no  11)

C: Reach Up High

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-11-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
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?
smokedout: They come to find, all is sane ♪ (9 ♪ They look a little look at my brain)

[personal profile] smokedout 2019-11-25 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
No, I... uh....

[Uh.

His brow knits, and he moves closer without any real plan in mind. Reaches out, grabs onto Jason's shoulder and...

And it's him. And he's real. And he's here. And for a moment he forgets everything he was worried about, and just drags Jason closer to hug him as tightly as he can.
]
styxtoshadows: (arms folded  6)

Follow Me Down II

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-11-25 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
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."
styxtoshadows: (Default)

Library

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-11-25 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
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.
notremembered: (:|)

Still taller!

[personal profile] notremembered 2019-11-25 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

He only keeps his arms crossed tighter, frowning. Link considers trying to look intimidating, but decides against it--there's no reason to be mean. "I'm fine. And what would you do if I didn't catch anything hunting?"

He's making an attempt to glean a rational argument from this, but saying he might not find anything hunting doesn't exactly support his point. "I usually hunt and forage for food. It's fine."
deaddrop: (pic#13394886)

FOLLOW ME DOWN II

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-11-25 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha had been waiting for the ride to start again with her feet up on the rail and the outward air of patience. Not exactly the same as being patient, but it does the job well enough. Or it did, right until someone started climbing into the car with her.

That gets her attention, even if it doesn't get her to sit up straight in her seat.]


You know, hanging in there. It's been a minute.
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[personal profile] waywardscion 2019-11-25 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Noctis might as well be the poster child for oblivious. Whatever noises or sights he had outside of his focus was regarded with a mere glance at and not a thought was given to them. Instead he continued his research on how to be an advocate for Lucifer.. He really wasn't sure what that made him, but he'd been here plenty long enough that he couldn't see any harm in some of the sins, nor encouraging others to partake in sinful activities themselves.

It was all worth it in the end, wasn't it?

Dust brushed through the air and settled in front of Noct's face, which caused him to sneeze about twice, his left foot raised and stomped down at the second powerful sneeze. Other than that, he continued on to the next page.
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Ferris Wheel

[personal profile] goodladywife 2019-11-25 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Already doing it.

[The woman's out there, clinging to the framework of the ferris wheel. That's not the weird part. She's climbing down head first and seemingly having no trouble at all even with her full skirts.]

Vhy, do you need a lift young...person?
snowjoke: (9)

Stand Your Ground: A

[personal profile] snowjoke 2019-11-25 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
What's with you wasting food?

[Jason came out of seemingly nowhere to loom over this other skinny blond boy. He sits picking it up, He doesn't seem to bother by this situation. He himself was too skinny for comfort, thin as a whip as he stares at him.]

Who cares if it's gross? it's just food suck it up.
styxtoshadows: (hide  2)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-11-25 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Styx let out a silent breath. Good. He wasn't losing his touch. Of course he wasn't losing it.

Now maybe he could peer over the edge of the table at the collected titles, try to get some idea of what the man was studying.
snowjoke: (2)

[personal profile] snowjoke 2019-11-25 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[The hug kinda surprised him, He hugs Dodger back but moves in a way that they don't crush the kitten in his shirt.]

Don't kill the cat. [He says it with a light chuckle but still gives him a good hug. He didn't think he'd see Dodger again, even in this drunken state he's relived. ]

How long have you been here?

failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Annoyed)

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-11-25 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[His body having forced the food out against his will, Setsuna looks up with a glare. He grabs the piece of fruit and shoves it toward Jason.]

You eat it, then!
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Candid Conversation)

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-11-25 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Setsuna sighs and puts his head in his hands for a bit. The little guy in front of him is so stubborn.

"If you don't get anything, then, fine. I don't get anything. You don't get enough, then you don't share," again, Setsuna opens his mouth and tries.

"It's really good, though. So good, I wanted to share it." He doesn't want to get too pushy, though, and starts to frown, even as a discomforting warmth builds inside of him. He isn't sharing because he was told to, but because he wants to. It doesn't matter - without sharing he's still at risk.
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[personal profile] waywardscion 2019-11-25 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Noctis brought a hand up to wipe his finger beneath his nose, across the top of his lip. He felt a tickle still there, almost as if there was a feather - but there was nothing but his skin. Or so he could feel. He lowered his hand down to his lap and brought his other arm up to bend his elbow on the table and prompt his head on his fist. He cocked his head and looked up from the book to the side of the table where he had some other collected books. Some of them were in languages he could read, others weren't. He had asked the staff to bring him books on particularly naughty characters - people that would surely have their own special place in Hell, provided that they transitioned here in the after life.

So far he's gathered quite a few history books from "earth" - that world where many of his inhabitants came from. He was reading about someone in Russia, on earth, and a war they were involved in. However, his attention was fading to his own world and some of the historical villains he knew from his world.
hackin_cowgirl: (Happy Gloggly Goggles)

[personal profile] hackin_cowgirl 2019-11-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Because Ed doesn't like burning!

[She answers this in all honesty, having tried not to share the day before. She didn't care for it much.]

And that is a good one! [At least, as far as she can tell. It didn't make her sick.]
snowjoke: (1)

[personal profile] snowjoke 2019-11-25 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He didn't intend to be entierly rude but he's just bad with people taking the fruit and sniffing it. It smelt like shit but he's done worse.

He picks some off and eats it, his nose scrunching but he eats it all the same.
]

It's fuckin gross, yeah but tossin it's a waste.

[He's eaten real garbage before, he just continues to munch on small bits of it.]

If you think it's gross then why bother eatin it?

equinamity: (Alarmed/On edge)

Riza Hawkeye | Fullmetal Alchemist

[personal profile] equinamity 2019-11-25 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
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.]
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[personal profile] notremembered 2019-11-25 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
It's to both of their benefit that the unsettling warmth starts to spread in his chest and he realizes what's actually going on. They'll both be punished if he doesn't give in, and after looking Setsuna over twice he finally puts out his hand.

"A little piece."

When it's handed over, he shoots a very nonthreatening glare in the other's direction. "I'm one hundred and seventeen. Usually you're supposed to listen to your elders."
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[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-11-25 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's not gross. [He tries to growl that out, but lacks the energy for it as he lurches one more time to spit up white foam.]

[Setsuna points to the other ones oozing blood, and some that look okay but didn't work out, either.]
Those are gross.

That one soured my stomach. [He sits on the floor and leans back against the wall.] And I need to eat.
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Re: Follow Me Down II

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-11-25 01:09 am (UTC)(link)

Trysts, are what they are Styx. Or quickies. Or just a good old fashioned getting their cocks sucked off on an otherwise cold and boring night.

"Oi oi," he greets, slowing right down though he doesn't stop walking. He can't tell from Styx's expression whether that's a serious face and he should be stopping, which is the only reason why he's hesitating. Raising his shoulders and pulling his rabbits a little further up his chest, John throws a quick glance around before looking back at Styx.

"You alright mate?"

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[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-11-25 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, a little," Setsuna finally relents. "Just at least try it."

He grins at Link's attempt at a glare, then chuckles.

"One hundred and seventeen? Your people live for a long time? Or age super slow? I know a few races like that back home."

He gives one more chuckle. "But joke's on you. I never listen to my elders."