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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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alsoagirl: (And there's a letter)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-12-21 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Uh. [ She coughs out a laugh. ] My bad. But I don't really try to feed on people unless I have to. It gets complicated in a place like this.

[ As if she didn't consider it every second of every day. If she wanted to, she could probably go nuts. But there's these dang things called morals getting in the way. That and her annoying conscience walking around in the form of Leo Fitz. ]

I'm sure blood'll pop back up in the kitchen again soon. So...

[ What if it didn't? Briefly, she grimaces, trying not to think about that.

It's her turn to wildly wave her hands and laugh. Time to move away from the subject. After grabbing the rest of the evidence--er, first aid kit, she shuffles up to his side. ]


C'mon. It's fine. Just stay close by in case I need to catch you.
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[personal profile] omkara 2019-12-22 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
No.

(Kanda pulls a breath in and pushes himself up, slowly, and leans against the wall with one hand to his stomach.)

No more help, Ed.
unpocoloco: (Head Scratch)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-22 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He grimaces a little too. People around are already fearing that will normal food. Certain people have already gone lengths he'd call unthinkable. He just wishes he could stop thinking about it for real.

So he takes her diversion, moving on out and moving from the subject both.]


Heh, alright. I'm just in suite fourteen.

[He'll focus on not wobbling too much until they're there. Shouldn't take too long.

When they get there he'll open his door to a room that's mostly unchanged from how it started. He's got his guitar to one side and little else. There's a dent in the side table and a little into the door but unless she can smell very old blood (under cleaner) it shouldn't stand out.]


I've got some painkillers in here that should help too. I keep them for the-- you know, poison, nerve damage, comes and goes.

[He waves a hand.]
alsoagirl: (You never did give)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-12-22 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Would've taken a lot less time if he'd let her carry him, but...men. She wasn't even going to bother asking.

She follows along, frowning in concern every now and then, but mostly letting him do his own thing so as not to be overbearing. When they reach the room, he probably won't have to worry about her noticing any untoward smells. Probably because she can't get in. The common room was fine, but a private human room? Not so much.

It's probably not the best time to awkwardly go into all the fun of needing an invitation to get in, so she kind of just...lingers outside the doorway. ]


Oh, yeah. No big deal at all.

[ Her scoff says she highly disagrees, but she won't press him on it. Lord knows she was queen of downplaying her issues. ]

But okay... [ She sighs. ] I wish there was more I could do, but...seriously, if you need anything, just let me know. You know how to use your phone by now, right?
uninvincible: (pic#13227571)

[personal profile] uninvincible 2019-12-22 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony doesn't miss a beat, stepping inside and getting that door closed behind him before somebody--anybody--walks by and sees him. And yeah, Tony doesn't exactly have a tough time with bed partners either, it's kind of his thing. But his tastes have gotten a bit...specific as of late, and there's only one man who really has the measure of them at the moment.

So that's where he is.
]

They all kinda bleed together after a while, to be honest. [ Oh-so-casually, not making eye contact: ] You have Frenzy?
defaulthawke: (- feral boy)

[personal profile] defaulthawke 2019-12-22 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
The instant Hawke sees guns, he raises his arm protectively, calling on the magic in the bracer he wears on his wrist. A shield of pure magical energy springs from it, the size of a tower shield but rounded, warding off bullets that ricochet in all directions. He drops to one knee and looks around for Stella, for blood, hoping none of the people screaming and running away get caught in the crossfire.

Of course, nothing is perfect. He ducks down to protect from glass shattering over his head, and exposes his legs. A sudden explosion of searing pain in his thigh has Hawke screaming - it's unlike anything he's ever felt, different from an arrow, different from a sword. In that instant, something inside Hawke lashes out like a wounded animal: a wave of raw magic bursts out from him, as reflexive as his fighter's instincts, hitting Dodger with a massive blast of pure telekinetic force that sends the man flying.
unpocoloco: (Sad smile)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-22 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He's embarrassingly light. She wouldn't even need vampiric strength and the less people knowing that the better.

When she doesn't follow after he blinks with a bit of surprise. Those rules aren't on his mind at the moment. He goes back to the door.

And laughs softly.]


It's not like a telegram and I don't have to say or type "stop" after a sentence. Yes, I know that one.

[He tries to smile reassuringly at her.]

I'll be okay. And I'm not angry. I get it. You don't have to beat yourself up so badly.

But you are just as welcome to stop by if you wish. I won't always be the best company on my bad days but I won't mind yours.
alsoagirl: (You will never say)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-12-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sputters out a laugh. ] Holy shit, you are old. God, you so need some technology lessons.

[ Which is her rude way of saying she's happy to help. ]

I'll definitely take you up on that offer. Otherwise you're gonna stay hopeless with all this future stuff. That's depressin'.

[ And speaking of depressing...she sighs a bit and hangs her head before continuing. ]

Thanks, though. For bein' way too cool about this. But hey, like you said. Any other vampires come around, they can't mess with you, can they? [ She winks. ] Not that I'd let 'em.

[ ...Unless they're older, which they most likely would be. Then he's fucked. But she won't mention that. ]

Now, go on. Get some rest before I make you do it.
unpocoloco: (Familia)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-12-22 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He gasps in mock offense, a hand over his heart before he tuts. He wears a grin the whole time.]

That is no way to speak to your elders!

[He slips back to laughter and then quiet soon after. His smile is warm.]

I will sleep well knowing I have vampiric defense and a promise future knowledge.

[The good news is, he already knows he's out of luck. But it's better to play along. He steps back into the room, bracing on the door.]

Buenas noches, Jessica.
Edited 2019-12-22 09:20 (UTC)
gibecnartne: (Layer_97)

[personal profile] gibecnartne 2019-12-22 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
"She is... maybe a little too naive to be down here though." In general. She can't imagine what hell is going to do to her eventually. The way John puffs up a bit has her letting out a quiet laugh. Maybe the offer is a little bit charming, that's all.

"Please, John... I'm used to eyes never quite meeting mine anyway." Not that she doesn't dress in ways that seem to draw eyes down there, but that's neither here nor there.

"But now I'm curious. What would you do?"
alsoagirl: (Sitting here thinking it through)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-12-22 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her very mature response is to stick her tongue out. If there's anything she's good at, it's respecting elders a whole bunch. ]

If you actually sleep well here, I'm gonna need to know your secret. 'Cause even I haven't figure it out, and I used sleep on dirt.

[ Beds have been a real upgrade, really.

She considers trying to parrot his Spanish back at him but instead waves with a smile. ]


Same to you, old man.

[ And with that, she blurs away. ]
deaddrop: (pic#13347555)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-12-22 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a question that leads to Natasha clearing her throat. She's not the kind to blush or to fidget uncomfortably, but the way her jaw shifts and her mouth rests open a half second too long before she delivers an answer might be her version of that.]

I can understand the appeal, if that's what it's normally like for you.
alsoagirl: (When you think happiness)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-12-22 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is fascinating to her. Since vampirism tends to be pretty, y'know, permanent, getting the opinion of someone who didn't have to live with it forever was amazing.

The answer isn't what she expects, but still, she laughs, especially since she can sense the question didn't come with an easy answer. Being a vampire had plenty of downsides--SO MANY--but the upsides? Oh, were they great. She can only imagine what fun things Natasha got to experience. ]


Can't say I'm a normal vampire, but I think I get what you mean.

[ She almost lets out a joke about offering to make it permanent, but her? A Maker? Yeah, no. ]

I really wish I'd been around. For once, I could be the oldest vampire here. Then I could show y'all how it's done.

[ Again, no one in the world needs to be learning a damn thing from her. But she won't say that. She has to allow herself one moment to feel cool, okay! ]
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-22 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)

"No. It's uh..." John tilts his head over the pot and waves a wooden spoon around in mid-air absently, trying to think of how to describe it because it shares much more similarities than differences. "More city-like, y'know. Wee bit grimy and smoggy, few different folk, but otherwise. Just another night out on the town." Where everyone happens to hate him. Not too different from the kinds of places John would choose to live in, apart from the fact that he'd rather be loved or at least go about a little more incognito, which might come as a surprise to some.

"This is uh. Bit more fire and brimstone and all the rest of it. I'm sure you've seen the paintings and read the scriptures." It's not all that common for him to run into someone who doesn't at least have a concept of going upstairs or downstairs depending on whether you're on the naughty list or not.

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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-22 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)

[He knows that look. The only mistress that could possibly be crueler than magic herself is addiction, and he knows that feisty redhead well. She's had her talons hooked into his skin and left her marks on his body even before he pulled magic into his lap and got her grinding insistently on his crotch.]

Why? Do you need it as a reason to stick around? [It's not a yes or a no, but. Given that there's a pack of smokes on the bedside table and the faint scent of nicotine clinging to the walls, empty whiskey tumblers on just about every flat surface and empty bottles like gargoyles guarding the rubbish bin, it's more likely than not that he's got something up his sleeve.]

Were they a little stingy at the party?

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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-22 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)

"I'll have you know, I've only spent ten minutes looking at your tits tonight." As though that's anything to be proud of. John snickers and splashes a bit of water at her playfully. For all that hell's tried to do to him, there are still moments where his light hasn't completely been snuffed out yet.

"I'd unh, give them a stern talking to." He's not going to promise making things disappear like some kind of mob boss. But he's reluctant to talk about his dabbling in magic. Not when it's brought him so much grief. Not tonight, anyway.

"Usually works a charm." Technically he's not lying since he needs to talk to cast a spell. Same thing, right?

itsnotaonesie: (185)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-12-22 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The hug helps enough, it's grounding if nothing else. He wraps his arms around Hector, not squeezing nearly as tight as he can just because he doesn't want to snap the poor guy in half, but there is some squeezing.

And whatever joke that was supposed to be goes right over Peter's head, but that's fine. He hops to his feet and dusts his butt off a bit and starts heading towards the market.

"What do you think the weirdest thing they sell here is? This being Hell and all."
deaddrop: (mitrager noordam)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-12-22 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad one of us does.

[Being a vampire for a few hours, in hell, after the life Natasha's had? Well, at that point there seems like more upsides than down.

Which doesn't mean there's not a price. In Hell, Natasha figures everything does one way or another.]


Now I'm curious though. Any advice? In case it happens again.
wanderstars: (022)

[personal profile] wanderstars 2019-12-23 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks at his reaction but says nothing else to it. She doesn't quite understand what he wants her to save it for, but it feels like the kind of thing she shouldn't be insisting on, so she doesn't.

He didn't seem too eager about the festival so she's actually glad whenever he shows some interest in some of the stalls, and slows down when it looks like he wants to see something that's on display. Friendlier than him, she's much less reluctant to engage with the vendors, asking what a few of the things are, or browsing through some of the shinier and prettier items. She doesn't have interest in getting anything, however, and she's more eager to direct them towards the ferris wheel.

"Come up there with me, John. I'd like to see the view." Not that she needs to, she can fly after all.
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[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-12-23 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I look good in anything-" Klaus starts, but then Bullseye's mouth is on him and it shuts him up (at least temporarily). He's easy enough to steer around, backing up to the bed til his legs are against it. He lets himself fold, perching on the edge of the bed, drawing Bullseye with him. The kiss is hungry, not yet desperate. He came here for this, though, and it's not like he's going to back off of it now.

"I also look good out of anything," Klaus says, pulling away from the kiss long enough to say it, knowing it's cheesy as anything and not caring in the slightest
adeptink: (Serious)

[personal profile] adeptink 2019-12-23 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I see--pardon me for the assumption.

[She makes a mental note of it, though attaches no significance to the factoid beyond its simple existence. Ed's already shown cleverness through the course of the conversation, and that's infinitely more important to take note of.]

My grandmother took it upon herself to instruct my brother and me. The world was rather different in those days, but I suppose in the parlance of today they would say we were homeschooled.
adeptink: (Smiling 2)

[personal profile] adeptink 2019-12-23 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Less bad," She nods to punctuate her agreement, "I certainly hope."

Strange indeed--China was thinking something similar herself. She'd hurt plenty of nameless and faceless people in the old days, but her battles of late had been much more personal. At the least, she would have some dirt on her opponent if they were anyone of note. Her lack of knowledge here was not only a brief of etiquette but an illustration of the vast inconvenience she faced without her web of informants.

"China Sorrows--and yours, dear?"
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-23 04:02 am (UTC)(link)

He looks a little distracted, like there's a dozen thoughts rolling around in his mind and he's not too focused on what's happening in front of him. Though he isn't a nuisance to anyone milling around him, he's not fully engaged either. Occasionally when she stops he'll find himself stopping abruptly when that blaze of colour out of the corner of his eye seems to have vanished, and he'll fall in line behind her. But otherwise she doesn't get much out of him until they get to the ferris wheel.

"...ye' alright," he mumbles, casting a few wary looks over his shoulder left and right before following her to the very short line. They'll be on there as soon as it stops.

"You don't do this back 'ome?" Either that or she's the equivalent of nine which is also highly likely given the kinds of questions she tends to ask.

defaulthawke: (s; gasp)

[personal profile] defaulthawke 2019-12-23 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's bad enough that Peter turns out to have a decent confidence and sets a good pace with fucking his mouth, holding his hair nice and tight while doing it. It's bad enough that he even picks a speed that isn't too fast, so that Hawke can really feel every thrust. But then Peter says that, and oh fuck.

His eyes go wide and he gives a muffled moan- that cuts off abruptly from Peter's cock pushing into his throat. That, the helplessness of it, just adds to the wave of arousal surging through him, and Hawke ends up gripping the base of his cock very tightly just to get ahold of himself.

Maker, who knew the kid would step into the role of dominant so easily?
itsnotaonesie: (60)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-12-23 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's mostly just too horny to be shy right now. The aphrodisiacs in the air are making it worse. Or better? Depends on your point of view.

Of course he is still too shy to flat out say I want you to bend me over and stick that in me, but they can work that out once they get to it. Satisfied that Hawke's not about to jizz all over the floor, Peter turns his attention back to what he's doing, keeping his pace for a few more thrusts before gradually increasing his speed.

He's a little annoyed by how close to coming he is already, but he always gets a little overly excited when he tries something new. Hawke hasn't signaled for him to stop yet, and so Peter lets himself move a little faster, thrust a little deeper into his hot mouth, hitting the back of his tight throat with the head of his cock. His breathing becomes a little more ragged, he's making soft, frantic little noises.

"I'm-- I'm gonna," that's about the best he's got for a warning. He's so close to coming, but he slows himself down a bit to give Hawke a chance to tap out or brace himself .