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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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uninvincible: (omelette)

Tony Stark | MCU

[personal profile] uninvincible 2019-11-24 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
- general cw: anxiety, ptsd, panic, drug use

▶ FOLLOW ME DOWN

I


[ The club has been Tony's favorite hangout for a while now, so he isn't exactly a stranger. The lingerie thing is new, though-- for hell, that is, not for Tony. There isn't a whole lot that's new for Tony.

Still, he feels a distinct sense of adventure as he checks out what's on offer. He grabs a couple of numbers--both lacy and red (of course)--and shows them off to the person next to him.
]

What do you think? One or the other? Both? Neither? I value any input.

II

[ 'You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.'

Those words have stuck to the back of Tony's skull for years, in that stubborn spot that won't empty itself of Thanos no matter how much time goes by. It's pretty loud right now, and it might be because Tony isn't quite as stupid with drugs as he usually is--or maybe it's because of this damn fruit, which he finishes scanning after he'd desperately eaten a bit of it, so, you know. Maybe he's not so smart after all.

FRIDAY brings up passages from Genesis and the image of the apple and serpent. Of course, of course. Eve and the apple. Kind of a bullshit story, he'd always thought--easily disproved with science, just like Noah's flood and the Exodus. But here it is now in front of him, laid out like history, woven into the reality of the place he is trapped in.

Fuck this. Tony can't stand the way his head buzzes, how everything around him suddenly seems overly clear as if someone put a Sharp filter over it. So he heads to where there's noise, where there's distraction. A festival, loud and obnoxious and alive. That'll work.

Tony will try to avoid the fruit but can't resist a drink, and eventually he'll find himself imbibing that strong wine. He might be up for games or a ferris wheel ride, but the fruit seems to be giving him some kind of omniscience that might lead to him knowing things about your character or their story without having asked.
]

(( ooc; Feel free to write in whatever you want Tony to find out, or else plot with me on my plurk @ [profile] zombietoad! ))
savedbyasong: (smiles)

[personal profile] savedbyasong 2019-11-24 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground II

Shion has been scarce around the hotel the last month. Mostly stuck to his suite, leaving only when the four walls of his room had driven him crazy. Now was one of those times, he's hungry but doing his best to ignore that. He is sat in the bar of the hotel, near the jukebox.

Music is still very new and he's not heard any of these songs before. Before all of the songs had been about hell, or mentioned hell. Now they had changed.

He's not sure what these are about. Christmas. Apparently. So far from the songs that have played he has gathered it is a festival? A winter festival maybe except there had been a strange one about Santa in a bathing suit, which suggested warmer weather. Who Santa was Shion had no idea but he was someone who brought gifts? Who flew and there was something about trees and chimneys.

He has no idea if this is good music, he has very little to compare it to but he sits there for a while, trying to piece together information about this festival. If it's anything like this last month it will not be a pleasant one. He wonders if Christmas originated in hell or if it has come from a different world, or whatever the none hell part of this world was. He could ask the demons, but they just kept glaring at the jukebox and grumbling so he didn't risk it.

Reach Up High I

He doesn't fight the demons that manhandle him into the room. He knows it is coming. It has been about a month since they had been forced to sacrifice limbs for each other. His hiding in his room had saved him from much of the demons plans this month but he knew it wouldn't last.

Knives again. He sits down, numbly and waits for whichever unfortunate person is thrown in with him. To hurt and be hurt. He tries to keep his breathing steady as he waits. Panicking gets him nowhere.

Follow Me Down II

Small Creatures

He's never been to a carnival before. So curiosity takes him out of the hotel and among the stalls. He knows better than to drink anything that he doesn't understand. But the food is tempting after being hungry for so long.

He pauses at the animal stalls and is horrified, if not actually surprised, at the demons recommendation of how to cook the small puppy he has stopped to pet.

Suffice to say moments later Shion is walking a way, a squirming puppy in his arms, feeling guilty that he couldn't buy more.... Maybe he should buy more? He feels bad.

The puppy licks his cheek and Shion smiles. "I guess you need a name!"
alsoagirl: (Find a place in this world)

Jessica Hamby | True Blood

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
STAND YOUR GROUND

prompt I (cw: possible blood, violence)

[ It hadn't been so bad at first, the lack of food. Well, blood in her case. She was perfectly capable of going days without any. The hunger nagged and pulled at her insides, but it was bearable. This was just some temporary thing she could get past without having to resort to hurting people.

Or so she thought.

As the shortage continues, she really begins to wonder why she's been so nice about her eating habits so far. Like, if she wanted, she could go buck wild and hardly worry about getting caught. Why else have the ability to compel, if not for that? Maybe she was soft for liking her donors to be willing. Or maybe, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was concerned a certain Scottish nerd would have some Thoughts about her giving in to her nature. Who knew.

Those worries disappear as the days drag on. Eventually, everyone's starting to look like walking blood bags. All she needs is a little taste, a little something to keep her going. These are hard times!

Unable to fight it any longer, she grabs the wrist of whoever's walking past her in the hallway near the kitchens. She looks gaunt and somehow even paler than usual, and her fangs have popped out with a little snck! Whether friend or foe or stranger, it doesn't seem like it'll be a pleasant conversation. ]


I'm hungry.


[ OOC: Biting's not a guarantee! Fight! Go! Win! Do your thing! ]



REACH UP HIGH

prompt II

[ When she hears Lucifer's words, she makes a face. She hates how cheery he sounds. Whenever he sounds like that, nothing good can come of it.

Currently, she's in the bar where she's been cringing at the hours of bad Christmas music. Now she gets to cringe about what she needs to do. With a sigh, she digs around in the pockets of her jeans. The search soon proves fruitful, and she pulls out a wrapped mint she'd long since forgotten about. It may have gone through a few washes in the laundry at this point, she's not sure. But it mostly seems intact.

Face scrunched up in a grimace, she holds it out to the person sitting next to her. ]


Want a mint? I think the demons left it for me when they dropped my stuff off.



FOLLOW ME DOWN

prompt I

[ As usual, going to the club was a bad idea, but it was a bad idea she could never resist. Most of her experiences at the club had been perfectly fine and not traumatizing at all!

The lingerie, though. That was a new one.

She's making a slight face as she walks around in the festive number she got forced into, wondering if it was really worth it just to enjoy her occasional night of dancing. But as time goes on, she starts to feel sort of...cool. Exotic. A lot like the dancers she used to gaze upon at the vampire bar she sometimes visited in Louisiana. And after the past month, where she began to realize that, yes, she could be attractive and desirable, it makes her confidence levels rise further. A woman like her with no one to tie her down? The place was her oyster.

Eventually, she makes her way to one of the poles and hops up to dance. It's nothing particularly good, and there are in fact a few times that she seems to spin herself dizzy and has to take a second to recover. (Note to self: do not pole spin at vampire speed.) But she seems to be having fun, giggling up a storm as her body gyrates and twists. If it attracted someone? Worth it.

Otherwise, she'll hang at the entrance, watching people who refuse to comply with the current rules. You're totally not hearing her snickering. It's just gentle encouragement! ]



prompt II

[ Seriously, of all the things? The damn ferris wheel had to get stuck?

Jessica's huffing, arms crossed as she waits impatiently. She shouldn't be surprised, really. If something actually worked in this godforsaken place, it'd be a goddamn miracle.

Eventually, she gets tired of waiting. She's climbed up one of these things before, so what'd be so difficult about climbing down?

...A lot, apparently. The stakes are much higher when the prospect of a fall can actually end badly. There'd be no instantly healing broken bones here. That scares common sense back into her.

So, when she comes across the car that had been below hers, she climbs in uninvited and sits like she didn't just do something incredibly dumb. With a nonchalant clearing of her throat, she nods her head in greeting. ]


How you doin'?

[ This ought to be a fun conversation while they wait. ]



WILDCARD

[ COME AT ME BRO. If you'd like to plot/come up with something else, feel free to hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] venicebeach or PM me! Pinging me in the discord chat also works. 👍 ]
unpocoloco: (Guess I'll Die)

Stand Your Ground

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a jolt of fear through him when he's grabbed. He's not been looking to great himself, gaunt and palid in his own way, dark circles under his eyes. But she's got fangs and he doesn't. The moment he registers her his expression shifts from fear to understanding. That hunger is hard enough on a good day. This isn't one.

He glances around for anyone who might want to stop them, then speaks hushed. His other hand settles on her.]


Okay. It's okay, I can help you. You just gotta make sure you don't kill me. And uh, maybe we should find somewhere private. Can you hang on that long?
invicto: (one)

bite him

[personal profile] invicto 2019-11-24 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Food hasn't been much of a concern, for James. He's hoarded enough food to last him a while, and even if he starts to run short, he knows how to bargain and trade. He hasn't gone hungry yet and he doesn't plan on having to suffer through that anytime soon.

He's both surprised and not when his wrist is grabbed the moment he turns the corner of the hallway. He smiles when he sees it's Jessica, and really, the hold is so unnecessary. He would've made his way over to her regardless.

Even if she is looking a little paler than the last time he's seen her. It doesn't take much for him to put two and two together and realize why. Although why she would be going hungry with so many blood donors around (willing or not) is a mystery to him. ]


Then eat.

[ He crowds into her space, urging her back against the wall, reaching for the turtleneck of his sweater and tugging it down just enough to expose the lean, smooth expanse of skin to her. ]
alsoagirl: (Who feels the way I do)

i say again, super cruel

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a loud growl of frustration. Not much of that registered to her at all. ]

I don't need your help, I need your fuckin' blood!

[ With blinding speed, she shoves him against the nearby wall, a loud hiss escaping her as she pins him in place. ]

You think I really care about where I eat right now?

[ ...She's really hangry, okay? ]
alsoagirl: (Counting all the scars you made)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even through the haze of intense hunger, she manages a brief moment of confusion. It takes a good second or two for her to realize he's not fighting and making things harder. It's enough that he's actually able to get her to thump back against the wall, blinking in awe of the pulse he's exposed to her.

But instinct quickly takes back over, and she flips James to the wall in a blur, a soft growl rumbling in her throat. She vaguely realized who it was, but it didn't matter much. She was the captain now. ]


Shut up. And don't move.

[ Jessica grabs his wrists, holding them in place above his head with one hand, while the other yanks his sweater back out of the way. ]

Or I'll make sure you don't.

[ Probably not necessary threats, but, y'know. Humans like to squirm. ]
unpocoloco: (Blood)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Between his old scars and his very recent death, having his back slammed to the wall is even less pleasant than it was already going to be. He makes a choked sound of pain.]

Okay! Okay, I got it, I get it, can't wait, okay!

[He practically wheezes the words. He tilts his head to the side anyway and braces for more pain.]

B-but I just have to warn you I-I might not... taste right.
alsoagirl: (And now that I'm sitting here thinking)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She'll apologize for this eventually, promise.

But for now, she's narrowed her eyes with a scowl. He's making so much noise! And protesting a lot! ]


I don't care!

[ With a snarl of frustration, Jessica roughly presses a hand over his mouth to shut him up. What was she, some blood snob? Hell no! Blood was blood! And to prove that, she whips forward and sinks her fangs into his neck to drink hungrily.

...Only to freeze after one gulp.

It's unnatural, how still she suddenly is. The only movement is the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes as her brain tries to process what's happening.

Yeah, this might take a second. ]
unpocoloco: (Youch)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[An apology later will work for him.

He's kind of glad for the hand over his mouth, in truth. It muffles the noise of pain he makes as her teeth bite down.

Jesucristo, that hurt. He needed to go back and doubly apologize to several people. Especially Peter. Maybe not Hawke. He... could decide later about Dorian.

He only belatedly notices her stillness, peeking open eyes he didn't realize he'd squeezed shut. He makes another muffled noise. He hopes he hasn't killed her. He hopes he's not about to be killed.]
Edited 2019-11-24 14:39 (UTC)
adeptink: (Smiling 2)

Reach Up High I

[personal profile] adeptink 2019-11-24 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
China enters the room frowning slightly, affronted by the shabby treatment of their hosts. Her eyes take in the various torture devices, the knives, the other prisoner, and, worst of all, her list on the table where any curious eye could see it. And there is, indeed, a lot to see if one looks; neat cursive covers the paper. Murder. Familicide. Attempted familicide. Heresy. Theft by deception. Vanity. And so on.

In a gentle, unhurried movement, China picks her list up from the table, folding it delicately and secreting it away into her pocket. All the while, she smiles brightly at her unknown companion, her tone light and kind. Her eyes are open for any sign of sudden attack, but he doesn't seem to be the vicious sort, at least not yet.

"Forgive me for saying so, dear, but you look a bit out of sorts. I can't blame you, in our current predicament, of course."

The gods she'd worshiped as a child had a tendency to melt people's faces off, so she supposes it could be much worse than their current predicament. And she doesn't doubt that it will get much worse at some point, but for now she'll feel out the situation. Determine what they can get away with. And what they can't.
goodladywife: (Default)

Nadja | What We Do In the Shadows

[personal profile] goodladywife 2019-11-24 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground I

"Are you going to finish that?" The woman in the overly fancy black clothing is looking at you and at the blood-and-guts jackfruit you just bit into.

"You are not going to finish that." It's a command, but her usual commanding voice probably won't work here.

"You are not going to finish that." She tries again, waving her hand in a circle at the person. Either it's not working or her patience has reached her limit and she groans.

"Bloody hell, just hand the fruit over already."

II

"So...we haf to do this." Nadja folds her hands in her lap.

"Pleasant memories. I remember my old village, returning many years later, going to the graves of all who had wronged me and taking a piss. Or that time my husband and I ate the best Italian in Tuscany. There. Now it's your turn."

Reach Up High I

She's already got the knife in her hand when she turns to her partner.

"I'll make this quick."

Follow Me Down I

Nadja strolls into the orgy, slapping the hands of the demons who want her to strip down. She scowls at the sex machines and the decorations and frequently makes comments about how substandard this all is, how her own orgy would have been so much better if only it hadn't been ruined.

Follow Me Down II

"Back, you hell-tart. This one is mine." Nadja bares her fangs at anyone who would come between her and this random person she's decided is hers. Maybe that's you or maybe she's defending them from you.

It could be she wants a familiar, maybe the person is inexplicably sexually attractive or appears like a delicious blood sausage, or maybe she just sees something of her downtrodden past self in the person. Whatever it is, she offers them food and is extremely protective.
Edited 2019-11-25 02:07 (UTC)
alsoagirl: (And maybe get some sleep tonight)

cw for lots more blood???

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No death (or extra death, in her case) will happen. Unless Hell got really crafty, someone's blood wouldn't hurt her.

But it sure could taste fucking disgusting.

In the time since she'd stopped moving, more blood had pooled in her mouth, but not for much longer. Jessica stumbles away from him and spits out a magnificent spray of red that thankfully mostly hits the wall and floor instead of him. She then coughs and whines, scrubbing at her mouth, trying to get the taste out. ]


Oh my God, have y'all started goin' bad, too?!
unpocoloco: (Youch)

Amazing

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He flinches at the spray of blood on the wall and floor. He can feel more already spilling from his neck and he puts a hand over it to slow it. This was a mistake but in his own defense he's not sure what else he would've been able to do.]

That's what I was... trying to tell you. I died from poisoning. I didn't know if it would do anything or not.

[Blood drips down the wall. He grimaces.]

That answers that.
alsoagirl: (I know I didn't read between the lines)

:D

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What the fuck?!

[ Jessica gawks at him, wondering what bizarro world she's entered. Then she remembers, oh right, it's Hell. Of course.

She hacks and spits a few more times, hoping the housekeeping demons don't come raging at her later. There's no real polite way to get rank blood out of her mouth, though. ]


Who would want to poison you?

[ It's then that she remembers, oh right, this is a friend. This is not someone she would bite without permission. The smeared blood on her face is saying otherwise.

Disgusting though it was, the small gulp of blood had at least satiated her enough to ease her out of "insane vampire" mode. Now she was in "I really fucked up" mode.

Jessica looks horrified as the recognition finally fully hits her. ]


...Shit.
unpocoloco: (Tired)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He winces once at the curse. Then again at the question, face twisting miserably for a second before he tries to get that under control.]

That's not a great story.

[And not one he's keen on telling, especially having just worked it out recently himself.]

Are you going to be okay? Because, if you are, I think I should maybe go bandage this sooner rather than later.
alsoagirl: (The one we danced to all night long)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a wince of her own. Yeah, she's not going to go into the poisoning, especially with that reaction. Even if she wanted to know, it's not the time. ]

Don't worry about me. [ She fiercely waves off any concern. ] I'm...real sorry.

[ Another wince. Man, she owed him big time. ]

...Would you mind some help?
unpocoloco: (Wounded)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He waves the apology off with the hand not holding his neck.]

It's okay. I told you before, I get it.

[She stopped a lot sooner than he did, rank blood or no.

But he does hesitate. It's not because of the bite or her. It's the fact his body still aches from the last "friend" who wanted to to "help". He swallows hard, pulse quickened with the memory. But Jessica isn't Dodger. And for that matter, the only thing she might kill him over apparently isn't that good. He takes a steadying breath.]


... I wouldn't mind, no. Probably better to have help for this.
alsoagirl: (Just another picture to burn)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. Yeah. [ She grimaces, briefly glancing away. ] Least it was temporary, I guess?

[ That's...comforting...right?

His hesitation makes her squirm, and the change in pulse she hears doesn't help on top of that. She's convinced he'll tell her to fuck off--politely, of course, since he seemed allergic to cussing. When the answer she didn't expect comes, she almost begins walking off, only to realize he agreed. Why was he in Hell again??? ]


Okay. One sec.

[ She disappears, leaving a gust of air in her wake, then a few seconds later she's back with a first aid kit. She's only borrowing it, shh. ]

C'mon. There's a bathroom 'round the corner, I think.

[ This time, she's the one hesitating. Should she lead or follow? Would he think she'll attack again if she trails behind him? God, fucking things up made life so difficult!

With a brief tightening of her brow, she shuffles ahead and leads them on, head dipped in shame. Probably also because it looks like she just took a bird strike to the face. ]
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[personal profile] invicto 2019-11-24 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ James lets out a huff when she turns them around, laughing lowly. He shifts and wiggles slightly but makes absolutely no move to try and free himself from her hold. He doesn't even test her strength, even though he knows enough at this point to be well aware that he'd never be able to fight her off. She's too strong for that. ]

I'm not moving, am I?

[ He tilts his head just enough that he can look at her, though not enough to hide the tempting view of his neck from her. His throat bobs when he swallows dryly, eyes fixed on those pointed teeth, far more eager about this than he probably should be. ]

But you're always free to tie me down sometime, if that's what you're into.
goodladywife: (gaze)

Follow Me Down

[personal profile] goodladywife 2019-11-24 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nadja turns a steely gaze on the woman who just climbed into her car.]

Looking out over this fun-fair.

[And in a more kind voice.]

You are not a bad climber.
unpocoloco: (Sad Talk)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-11-24 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He startles when she vanishes, then jumps again when she comes back. He can't help a slight grin at her for the power display, even as nervous powers make him sometimes.

But in her hesitation, he doesn't miss the way she looks. A pang of guilt hits him and settles like a stone.

He hurries up to her side, only half because he is bleeding out a bit.]


Hey. I'm sorry. I know I'm being jumpy right now, but it's not you. Really. It's been a rough... well, it's Hell. And you don't have to feel bad about all that. I mean, that went kind of badly but I did still offer.

Even if it was a supremely terrible offering. Like, incredibly bad.
alsoagirl: (That I'm obsessive and crazy)

[personal profile] alsoagirl 2019-11-24 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her nostrils flare from a sharp exhale. It's followed by a dangerous expression, one few have seen, and one she hardly ever realized she was capable of. ]

What kind of vampire would I be if I needed ropes to keep you in place?

[ The absolute gall of it all. If she weren't so out of her mind with hunger, she'd probably have more room to be disgusted.

She moves on, pressing in closer, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction as she listens to the thrum of his heart. The hesitation's not unlike a predator reveling in its work, excited about the meal to come. You know, if they did that sort of thing. She was just weird. Her rare animalistic moments like these made her feel like a freak afterward, but...whatever. Food.

Jessica drives her fangs into his neck and feasts. ]
enoderedrum: (Cute.)

Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[personal profile] enoderedrum 2019-11-24 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
i. ARRIVAL

Crossing over shouldn't have felt like this. It was supposed to feel like nothing. Just a void, disappearing into absolutely nothing. The crossing over part at least. Actually going where he was supposed to go--he had thought--would be somewhere beautiful and glowing.

This was not glowing archways.
This was not light beams and rainbows.
There were no angels tooting horns and wafting around in gauzy dresses.

No, this was waking up heavy and feeling hungover (something he remembered vividly from a horrible past first experience. Everyone's first was bad right? Not just his? Got it.). And then once he was able to focus he read the note. A bunch of things that didn't initially make any sense whatsoever in his haze until he realized that...was blood. His blood.

When you die, there is no blood. But he was bleeding. He had a body. Again. It had been so long since he had had a body and it figures, the moment he got one he would be in-----

Hell. This was not what he had signed up for. Not at all.

The next fifteen minutes were autopilot.

Get up--Look for clothes--Shower--Get dressed--Bandage hand--Grab the phone--Pocket it--
Leave the room still in a haze and find someone, or some answers.

Noah could do that. He was introverted----not shy like most people assumed. He had just been dead for seven years, and existing during that time took a lot of gas and he had been running on an eighth of a tank for a big portion of that. Of course he seemed shy.

"This place is like the Shining and Titanic had a baby," he murmured to himself, heading down a set of stairs. There were actual demons. "And it's shaking up with its cousin the Twilight Zone."

It's fine. Everything is fine. Crossed over into Hell, already bleeding, his friends forgot about him. It's fine.

"Hey," he said, reaching out to lightly touch someone's shoulder, "I'm new....does this place come with a handbook like Beetlejuice or something?"


i. FOLLOW ME DOWN ...Down, down, down the rabbit hole of panties and pumps.

This. Was. Ridiculous.

But he was a curious ex-ghost and if everyone inside was in the same predicament then what did it matter if he was being shoved into a white lacy bodycage (that's what the demon called it when it forcibly threw it at him and told him to put it on so he could go inside.) It took a few moments to figure out how exactly to climb into the thing, but once it was on and once the strangeness of it had finally taken a backseat in his mind, he returned and headed inside.

It wasn't as if he knew anyone here, anyway. It was perfectly safe. Totally. Completely. What was a room full of demons and people wearing ridiculous underwear really going to harm?

Until he stopped dead (hurr) and just stared at a machine that he most definitely had no interest in going near. Absolutely not.

Taking a right, he wheeled into a safer direction: Drinks, and watching people dance in cages. He could do that. He wanted to do that. Maybe he could...

Snagging a thin sweater from an empty chair, he pulled it on in passing (thief) and half bounced to the bar. A demon was manning the bar. He really needed to get used to this. All he had to do though was smile and a drink was slid over to him; some pretty blue thing with a straw. That would do.

Four of them were better, the fifth and he was off his ass dancing with someone who he knew gave him his name at one point but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. He was cute, though, or maybe the double vision of him made him cute. Who knew? But he was excusing himself to make his way back to the bar---

---when he snagged someone's elbow, "Heyyyyy. I know you. I know you right? I swear I know you..."



WILDCARD


Come. At. Me.

Edited 2019-11-24 17:40 (UTC)