TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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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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I'll take a #1, please. (and shoot you later for this.)

[twopointfive]

As it turns out, the awkwardness of wearing little to nothing in a club full of so many extra people and being told you have daddy energy wears off after a handful of drinks. At some point the pants had turned into booty shorts thanks to the discovery of a hidden lace do-hickey when he got too hot, and somehow he gained his mask to go with the whole weird ensemble. (Always carry a spare when you're fight crime, kids. Always.)

Barry was...he was somewhere and Oliver was on his best behavior up until he was dragged into someones lap. The question registered before the man did (which was absolutely ridiculous considering Hawke was Hawke), "Yeah," he said, raising his voice a touch over the music, "they can bef--Hey Garrett. Oh. Let me find Barry. He'd be perfect for that." There was a half second pause, "Did you know lightning gave him abs? It did. Before he was fast he was sort of just this cute nerd. Now he has abs. And he looks surprisingly good in panties." The last part he got stuck on for a long moment before remembering he was in Hawkes lap and had a mission to do.

[defaulthawke]

He listened very politely to Oliver’s drunk ramble. There was only one follow up question:

“Did you top or did he?”

Because... yeah. It was obvious something had changed.

[twopointfive]

Oliver was a little weirded out by the calm, quietness of this situation. Everything around them was loud, in your face and yet...he wasn't sure if he should laugh or--

"I did." Truth. There we go. That's what you do in a situation like this. You truth it up. It felt weird. "Are you mad?"

[defaulthawke]

The answer comes easily: "Of course not. I'm never mad about some naked fun!"

Then something occurs to him as he looks at Oliver. As he draws connections between the hesitation in Oliver's eyes and the history those two men share. The crush that Barry has always very obviously had when telling Garrett about his friend.

"Is there anything I should be mad about?"

[twopointfive]

Oliver shook his head without any hesitation. “No,” he said, “You have nothing to worry about, if you’re worried. I’m not a threat. I think I’m more of a curiosity...”

Diddling sisters was complicated enough. But this whole situation was new territory that he hadn’t ever stepped into. He didn’t know where he stood or if he stood at all. What exactly the rules were for this sort of thing. It rules were even needed. Maybe it was just fun after all?

“I’ve never been involved in something like this before, so I don’t know what’s what.” The chuckle was alcohol induced and he reached over to brush his fingers against the edge of Garrett’s beard, “You look good.”

[defaulthawke]

There are so many things wrong with what Oliver just said, so many things Garrett could choose to argue- but that last wipes it all away. Instantly Garrett's attention is drawn to the simple touch and the reminder that there's a handsome man in his lap wearing almost nothing. He leans into the touch a bit, turning his head to catch one of those fingers lightly with his teeth.

Garrett's never been involved in something like this either. True, he and Barry have had an open relationship, but it's been largely just sexual liaisons with feelings reserved for the two of them. Garrett loves only Barry, and as far as he knows, Barry only loves Garrett. The only complication for that was... well, that factor evaporated long ago, leaving something of a gap in both their hearts that could only be filled with each other. But Oliver is something new- he's Barry's friend, an old and beloved and trusted friend, someone Barry's had a crush on for ages. They've fought together, taken bullets for each other, saved each other's lives, shared trust and closeness and experiences that Garrett will never know. It reminds him of Justice driving into his relationship with Anders, with her intimacy and experience no human could ever match.

This is new. It frightens him. But when Oliver looks at him so simply, with that alcohol laugh and clumsy touch both lewd and innocent, it's hard to be frightened of anything at all. All Garrett wants to do (and does) is take Oliver's wrist and start to kiss those fingers, sucking on each calloused one in turn.

[twopointfive]

Oliver didn't see himself as a threat simply because he had seen Garrett and Barry together. He saw the love they shared. He felt the real loyalty. And Garrett didn't have anything to worry about, even with this crush Barry may have had--Barry looks at Garrett like he is life itself, the sun, the moon, air. Nothing, no one could change that. Not when it comes to Barry. Barry holds onto what he loves as hard as he can and he won't choose something other than that.

Garrett started kissing his fingers and Oliver tipped his head a little, watching his lips brush over each digit, the warmth of tongue and the tease of teeth. Too much of a tease.

Oliver pulled his hand free and slipped it around the back of Garretts neck, curling his fingers into his hair and pulled him into a kiss. It was almost a promise that he wouldn't hurt him. He wouldn't be a threat and if he ever started to be, he would bow out because Barry and Garrett were good people. True, he was still learning Garrett but he trusted what he felt so far.

[defaulthawke]

The instant Oliver kissed him, it wasn't enough. Garrett untied his robe and let it fall open, pulling Oliver closer to him. More touch, more skin, more contact- he needed the warmth, and not like they had that first night. He simply wanted the feeling of Oliver's body against his. It was why he dove into the kiss immediately, deep and languid, tongues stroking and breaths lost between them. It was why he curled a broad hand around Oliver's thigh and pulled it over his lap, so the man was straddling him.

It was why he ran his hands up that chest, fingers mapping burns and scars like landmarks. Like memories, dreams, like photos. He broke the kiss quickly and put his mouth to one, kissing and dragging his tongue around the edges where tissue met smooth skin. Memorizing scars was a love language- learning the story of a life hard lived.

[twopointfive]

Many people have traced those same scars while lounging in bed with him; some he had long before, others were new and therefore were new to the tracer. At this point he had many, all different, all the same, all were painful reminders and signs of survival. It always felt strange when someone touched them on purpose, but it was different this time. Maybe it was because for once the one mapping them out had a collection of their own. One day...not today, but one day he wanted to ask about some of them. And he would reciprocate.

For now, however, Oliver was content to press closer, to revel in the way Garretts mouth felt against his skin; searing and wet, careful but rough at the same time. A combination he wasn't ready to fully admit out loud that he was learning to really enjoy. Bringing a hand up, he ran calloused fingers through the back of the other mans hair, enjoying the warmth of him and absently kissed along the curve of his neck. Teeth snapped lightly at skin, tugging a little but not leaving any marks because as much as he might want to do it--Garrett was not his to mark up.

[defaulthawke]

Counter to Oliver's attempt at respect, Garrett made a soft sound at those little nips and leaned into it, encouraging without words for more, harder, more. The teeth were absolutely delicious, sending little shivers down his spine that made him sigh, that had him nipping at smooth skin a little harder. His hands came up to run over the man's chest, to touch skin and scars both, to tease the pink nubs barely peeking out over that corset. To wrap warm and cradling around his neck and bring him in for another searing kiss.

It wasn't long before he found himself speaking hungrily against Oliver's lips, between bites and licks and sucking hard on Oliver's tongue (intent on coaxing a moan from him).

"I want to suck you off," he murmured, biting Oliver's lip and sucking on it. "I want you to fuck my mouth while wearing those stupid heels."

[twopointfive]

If there was one thing he had learned this night (aside from the Daddy...thing) it was that both men apparently wanted the rougher things.

Oliver gave one of those mental shrugs that happened when you had been drinking and couldn't get your brain and shoulders to connect; bit down harder on the meatier part of Garrett's shoulder, rolling his body into the other mans hands as they ran along his chest. The bite was short lived and with a softer moan he leaned back just enough to be caught in another kiss.

His eyes focused, sharp, cloudy blue on Garrett's, his voice was rough, sending billowing heat down his back at the sound of those words.

A moan he wanted and a moan he got, and somewhere in his head he had forgotten entirely about the heels. Awkward. "Where to, then?"

[defaulthawke]

He leaned in and nipped at Oliver's lip lightly. "There are back rooms."

With that, Garrett pushed Oliver gently off his lap and led him through the club, his ridiculous robe swishing behind him as he moved on those high-heeled boots with surprising grace. Nobody call him out on the fact that he practiced. It took a few tries to find a door that would open, but when they found an empty room Garrett closed the door behind them and pushed Oliver up against him, grinding their hips together and taking his mouth in a passionate kiss.

[twopointfive]

Oliver is aware of those back rooms considering Barry had taken him to one, too. Maybe he should just move into one, call it a night.

Being nudged off, Oliver had to straighten himself up but it felt more awkward this round thanks to a combination of orgasm exhaustion, heels he hated and alcohol all mingling in one churning display of awkward. He managed of course and followed after Garrett, which wasn't hard if you followed the swish of a robe that had no right to look that nice on such a huge man.

He had still been distracted when his back hit the door and was immediately pressed against and kissed. Luckily, it didn't take much effort to return that kiss. It was eagerly done, and his hands moved up into the other mans darker hair, tangling and tugging as he moaned into his mouth. He hadn't admitted it out loud but he'd wanted this again. He'd thought about it on more than one occasion and now he didn't want him to stop.

"Garrett..." he breathed, still unaware of the whole--name issue being a thing.

[defaulthawke]

Once again it occurred to him to correct Oliver on the name, but he had to admit it, it sounded very nice in that breathy voice. It sounds nice to hear Oliver say his name like that, it feels nice to kiss him- it feels nice to sink slowly to his knees and unlace the front of those leather shorts. It's nice to mouth at Oliver's cock, nice to feel it filling in his mouth, it feels so nice to be on his knees and looking up at the man while wrapping a hand around that thickening shaft.

Maker, he wants this, and he's not shy about admitting it.

[twopointfive]

Oliver pants softly, swallowing a lump in his throat and groaning with it as Garrett moves down to kneel in front of him. His fingers rake through the other mans hair, massaging as his scalp as his shorts are unlaced and his cock springs free, enveloped in a large fist where it rests eager and hard against his palm.

Shyness goes out the window after the first time and they've been there and done that. He watches him, eyes lidded, lust filled and shifts his hips away from the door behind him to urge him on.