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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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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-31 01:24 am (UTC)(link)

"S'alright love." Yes, that's John turning down something nice. No, it doesn't happen often at all. Constantine, sensitive about the old and new marks littered around his skin? Perish the thought.

He doesn't bother with his clothes as he pads quietly back out into the room, feeling very tired all of a sudden when he sits down on the edge of the bed and lowers his head with a sigh.

At least he doesn't flop down and get everything wet. He has the courtesy to towel through his hair before scooching further in, tucking his legs under the sheets.

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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-31 01:56 am (UTC)(link)

He doesn't seem overly keen, but eventually he does turn to look at her. It's not like there's a fantastic, majestic view that they'd be missing out on anyway.

She looks concerned. He knows that look on her face. He's seen it many times before. It's hard when he knows how this always ends in shouting, in accusations, in words that can't be taken back, in tears. Still, he manages to hold her gaze, even if he's inwardly bracing for the negativity to come.

"'ow'd you even end up 'ere, eh?" Took the wrong exit in the intergalactic roundabout?

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[personal profile] adeptink 2019-12-31 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
How fascinating. I confess that I don't know much at all about computers; they're seldom used in my community. [A beat.] Likely in part because of people like you.
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[personal profile] gibecnartne 2019-12-31 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's a surprise. The Constantine she knows probably wouldn't turn down an offer like that. Not usually anyway. She pauses by the bed to try and dry her own hair as well as she can before she slides in next to him..

"Really? Was it something I said?" It's meant as a joke, and it's probably not too hard to guess with the way she wiggles in a little bit closer. Not quite cuddling, but they're both naked and it's bound to get a little chilly.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-12-31 04:09 am (UTC)(link)

"You should tell me again, what you said." He slides his arms around her waist and tries to pull her down onto the bed, towel sliding off his ruffled hair as he leans in close to nibble on the side of her neck and work his way down to her shoulder.

"Slowly. I'm a slow listener." While his hand rubs down the side of her body, tracing a swirl on the outside of her thigh before sliding in between her legs.

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[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-12-31 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll do you one better. The bag of broken glass is the strange bedroom thing."

Better or worse? Peter please.

"I'm thinkin' some kind of torture devices as carnival prizes, because Hell has no chill."
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[personal profile] defaulthawke 2019-12-31 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Dodger hasn't even had time to unleash the fire when, just as he hoped, there's a flash of lightning and very suddenly he's on the other side of Penance. Garrett collapses to the ground in pain, clutching his side and feeling blood seep through his fingers.

"It's him," he pants, pushing his hand in hard to add pressure. "It's Dodger, the man I killed." Garrett grips Barry's sleeve urgently. "Don't let him touch your skin, he's got fire- and strength."
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[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2019-12-31 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
God, Barry knew this would happen. Dodger returned to life because of course he did, and now he and Garrett will be locked in an endless battle of bloody deaths and resurrections. Lightning crackles over his knuckles. That might be Dodger's plan, anyway, but Barry has no intention of letting it come to pass.

"He won't even see me unless I want him to," Barry promises, noting the terror in Garrett's voice. "How hurt are you?" he asks, gripping Garrett by the chin to judge the truthfulness of his response. "Can you wait for a healer or should I take you now?"
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[personal profile] gibecnartne 2019-12-31 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
"John!" She doesn't actually resist being pulled down with him on the bed, laughing softly despite the earlier mood that had settled in. She tilts her head to give him room to work over her neck, one hand coming up to push through his mussed up hair in encouragement.

"And here I thought you were tired." A flush of heat follows the trail of his hand, hips lifting slightly as it moves up her inner thigh.

"I believe I asked if you gave full body massages, didn't I?"
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[personal profile] lovelylaica 2019-12-31 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
A small wrinkle forms between Laica's brows as she focuses on Héctor's hands. She lifts her own to hold one above and one below his, palms facing inward. "This is an old injury," she says. The light flares brighter. "I can... pull some of it out. Particularly where it's concentrated. But it's just so... infused into everything..."

The light flares brighter, her mouth sets in a line as she draws out some from the biggest deposits in his hands. And then lets out a breath, the light fading.

"Maker. That's stubborn as anything."
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[personal profile] defaulthawke 2019-12-31 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
“Bandage me and go get him,” Garrett answers quickly. “I’ve got one in the thigh, a graze in my side, a graze on my leg, and my arm feels odd.”

Probably from the force of the bullets striking the shield, but it’s alright.

“I’ll magically keep my blood in until you get back. Go.”
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[personal profile] wanderstars 2020-01-01 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Despite her concern, she manages a smile, lifting a shoulder at his question. "Maybe I've made many stupid mistakes, over and over again."

To be honest, she doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know why most everyone else is here, either. A few may be bad people, or may have done awful things, but so many are so good, so pure of heart, she can't imagine they'd deserve any kind of punishment.

"Let me care about you, John," she asks softly, hands curling on his arm in a gentle squeeze. "Let me like you. It does not matter to me if you aren't perfect, or good."
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[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2020-01-01 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He's stubborn, to the worst extent of stupidity, when need be. He isn't even hungry as much as he wants to defeat the fruit and have found more edible ones.

Guilt is one of the big facts of his life, as well.]


Well...determining safe food becomes hard when the inside of the fruit is different, even when it feels ripe. Eyes help, in those cases.
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[personal profile] hackin_cowgirl 2020-01-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Ed gives Faye pursed lips and puzzled look as she turns back to frown at her. Faye was mildly suspicious at first, but now Ed feels there's definitely something up. Still. Quickly, her expression switches to a smile and instant agreement.]

Okay! Ed goes find Ein!

[At least, she planned to do that, then turn right back around and peek through the door.]
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[personal profile] hackin_cowgirl 2020-01-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
People like Ed? Hackers give computers a bad name?

[She doesn't sound remotely bothered by this, rather more curious than anything.]
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[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2020-01-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Wha?" Setsuna squawks out at both the clamp of Jet's heavy hand and the idea of, "Apple-popcorn is a thing? Never heard of that." But now, he totally wants to try it.

"You don't have to settle for dirt. We'll just find an apple that feels firm, but not too hard. I learned from eating too many not ripe ones. You gotta be careful," he instructs as he starts to lightly press on the fruit on a nearby table.

"Like this one!" He pulls up one that feels "ripe".
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[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2020-01-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
At the silence, Setsuna doesn't look back at the room, but does turn to study Noctis. Then just reaches out for a hug.

It's part for him, for the comfort, but also because he can't stand seeing anyone like that. After having to hurt each other, maybe being able to offer some comfort could balance that out?
bountyhead: — ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛ. DO NOT TAKE. (071)

[personal profile] bountyhead 2020-01-01 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's been forced to witness Spike perform his crazy stunts more than plenty. Like that ridiculous "floating act" that he could've very well spiraled out into space, suffocated, and died from had he not been quick to improvise. It always seemed to work out. But that incident was minuscule compared to this one.

This involved a lot more people. The stakes were much higher. She knows it's probably impossible and that she's dumping far too much trust onto him, but it wasn't like anyone else was trying. Not while there was free access to every shade of pleasure. Faye, too, had been guilty of abusing it. And she could understand just how someone might become comfortable in spite of the glaring backdrop of torture that surrounded them.

But it had to end. It needed to. ]


Roping me into one of your fantasies before we're all blown to smithereens, huh? [ She reveals an amused smile. A little pained, though she hides it. Just when things were getting good between them. Funny how that works. ]

I have a better idea. [ Because fuck it. They still have right now. ] Kiss me.
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[personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-01-01 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"We could go to the library." He smiled, "It's the only place I know that's not terrible."

He hadn't been to the club since his drink had been spiked, he avoided most of the places outside of his own suite. But the library was not a bad place, despite the odd book made out of human skin.
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[personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-01-01 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hope to see you again soon, too."

He smiled at her and pushed the door open, hurrying back towards his suite before he could be grabbed again.
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[personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-01-01 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm glad." He likes the dogs too and so he's glad the feeling is mutual. Honestly most animals like Shion but he's still always happy when they do.

He followed Spike, he's not sure of Spike's plans but since the music was apparently bad he's happy to go elsewhere.
bountyhead: — ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛ. DO NOT TAKE. ([smoke] 004)

this is crazy late i am so sorry! don't feel obligated to reply!!

[personal profile] bountyhead 2020-01-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Faye produces a lighter and flicks it on, holding it level to his cigarette. She mirrors his smile. ]

I definitely wasn't expecting to see fireworks of all things.

[ She'll return the lighter to her pocket and lean some of her weight back onto one hand, using the other to clip her cigarette between two fingers. A sort of contemplative stare now casted off into the distance. Just another distraction is how she viewed it. ]

Then again, my expectations have been continuously outstripped since arriving here. The torture isn't any surprise though.

[ Her tone's dry but a soft laugh will escape from her throat. It would be surprising if there wasn't any. She'd been lucky enough to avoid it for so long. And whether or not that helped her case, she didn't care. At least she hadn't succumb to the torture. But then there was always the blood sacrifice and now, having thought of it, she's sucking down an inhale off her cigarette like a bitter old widow who's discovered her dead husband left her nothing in his will.

Then, a little quieter: ]


I still can't believe this place exists. I keep hoping I'll wake up one day and it was just some long nightmare.
bountyhead: — ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛ. DO NOT TAKE. ([hungry] #001)

[personal profile] bountyhead 2020-01-02 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The kid trots her way out the door and Faye can't help but think, okay. Finally. Time to eat. And she's so deafened by the growling in her stomach that she doesn't remember to shut and lock the door. She just turns around and heads straight for the cans, grabbing herself a fork before cracking one open and chowing down.

Her back is facing the door at this point but it's obvious just what she's doing by the muffled moans of delight that are leaving her and the rapid movement of shoveling said food into her mouth.

Gross, Faye. ]
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[personal profile] conjobs 2020-01-02 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Never too tired for this. Or this. Or... this. Hmm, and I don't know what this is." But clearly he's loving it anyway. He nuzzles in close and runs his hand over as much bare skin as he can get his grubby mitts on, getting her to lie back while he finds a space to settle down in between her legs, kisses running down a warm trail between her breasts.

"Where do you want me to start?" John gives her thigh a light squeeze. "Here?" His hand trails over to her hip and up to her waist. "Here?" Drawing a line over her stomach, he draws a lazy circle around the middle of her groin. "Maybe here, eh?"
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[personal profile] conjobs 2020-01-02 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't look old enough for that," he muses. Like there's some kind of an age requirement to making stupid mistakes. Might be the first lighthearted thing he's said since she dragged him out of his dark, damp, smoke-filled lair.

"No, I- it's not that." He presses his lips into a thin, flat line.

"I just don't want- to go to another funeral."