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TEST DRIVE MEME #13

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, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.


Welcome to My Nightmare
Familiar whispers are starting among the demons of Hell yet again! The big carnival is happening soon and it's going to be even bigger than before. Apparently the clowns are out, but special guests are in!

The names Bellas Mammon, and Verinne float around excitedly. Something about the angel is spat about with less enthusiasm from time to time. If the demons are pressed for additional information they'll just say that if the carnival guests are pleased, Hell is in for a grand expansion.

If asked how the carnival guests are to be pleased the demons will simply laugh and tell sinners not to worry. So, new denizen of Hell, guess what! Even with such little information to go on, you get to help the demons get everything ready for the upcoming event. Exciting!


Prompt I: We Built This City
WARNINGS: mentions of violence and drugs

Within the gates of our lovely Penance community a large portion of the area is currently in the process of being cleared away. Demons will be grabbing unsuspecting sinners and dragging them into the process without a care of whether they want to help or not. Sinners will work clearing charred debris, constructing stands, cleaning up dilapidated buildings, stringing lights and other decorations, and more.

Curiously, the only things that seem to be off-limits are rides and games, just like the last time. Hands off, buddy. Those are a surprise.

Unfortunately for all the guests involved, it seems like the demons are very serious about their role as supervisor. Cracking the whip isn't just a figure of speech is what we’re saying. If they catch anyone slacking off they will be punished accordingly. A swift hit, a hard shove, a good lashing with the whip for those who are particularly naughty. They may even just crack it if they think a sinner isn't working as fast or as hard as they could.

Well, now you know how serious they're taking this. After all, there's so much work to be done and such little time.

That said, the demons aren't entirely heartless. Just before a sinner collapses from exhaustion or dehydration, they'll be allowed to go treat themselves to some sandwiches and water. There's also an energy drink available simply called Speed Bull.

Knowing Hell, the 'healthy vitamins and minerals' contained in it are probably just code for actual speed. Ah, well, at least it keeps you going. Might want to be careful though. Drinking too many will lead you to, well, die (again). Might not be permanent, but isn’t fun or productive!

Those sinners who are especially resistant or otherwise naughty while constructing booths and other carnival necessities will find themselves put on porta potty duty. Arguably the worst duty of all, and they just might find themselves compelled to do so even if they hate it.

Other areas the guests will be able to help with include the tunnel of love, pens for a petting zoo, and the fun house, but they may not want to gaze into the mirrors too long...


Prompt II: The Maze of Mirrors
WARNINGS: mentions of mental health, addiction, violence, and sex

Those lucky enough to get a glimpse at the carnival’s fun house will notice an incomplete room full of mirrors. There’s no demons around cracking whips at the moment and there’s something about it that just feels like it’s calling to you. It’s clearly unfinished and they likely need some help, right? Might as well investigate.

If guests choose to enter this room, they will soon discover it's far larger than it seemed at first glance. Stranger yet, the room is a maze that seems to shift and change with every corner you turn. Didn’t you just enter from that direction? Well, looks like it’s a dead end now. Guess you’ll have to find another way out.

The longer someone stays trapped in this maze of mirrors the more they start to feel different. Sinners begin to change mentally and emotionally into their darkest nature. All the secret parts of themselves that they try to hide from everyone come rushing to the surface and this can also be actual secrets themselves!

Do you struggle with anger? Depression? Been holding yourself together by a thread for too long? Actually afraid of everything? Recovered addict? Jealous of that bitch Stacey? Itching to just murder someone? Maybe you’re a bit of a nymphomaniac or a compulsive liar. Perhaps you’ve been holding back on saying what’s really on your mind to some people or maybe you have a deep secret that’s itching to get out and you don’t care who hears it... like that one time you left someone to die, or when cheated on your significant other with their sibling.

Well good sinner, now feels like a great time to clear the air! Let people know who you really are. There might be someone else stuck in there with you who you can kill, or fuck, or yell all the things you’ve wanted to say to them (or just say in general) but haven’t. If not? Good thing there’s a network in Hell, and the reception seems to be excellent today.

This maddening desire to reveal secrets and become that which is often hidden grows stronger the longer a person remains in the maze of mirrors.

There are two ways someone can be brought back to their more normal selves: either by the acceptance and forgiveness from another person resulting in immediate relief, or by finally finding a way out. Although it may linger a few hours after exit until finally all returns to normal.




Something in the Air Tonight

Prompt I: Something In The Air
WARNINGS: mentions of body horror transformations

After everyone's fun time spent in the mental asylum earlier in the month, it looks as though the monster business isn’t quite done and over with. Perhaps sinners missed taking care of a small scratch or maybe the taint has just spread some other way, but sinners (old and new alike) may find themselves beginning to change, physically.

It may start out simple enough. An ache or a pain that could be blamed on a long day of construction or sleeping on the lumpy, uncomfortable beds, but it will soon progress. Fingernails may fall out as fingers turn to claws, legs may start melting together until a sinner is left with something that looks decidedly snake-like. It may feel like one's body is attempting to tear itself apart only to leave them with slimy tentacles.

Eventually, affected sinners might start to even think differently. Whether their physical mutations are big or small, are specific to one animal or several, or are the variety of horrific unidentified monsters from someone’s worst nightmare, the affected may begin to lose their higher state of consciousness for something more primal and animalistic.

Don't worry, Lucifer will reassure you all that this is only a temporary state of being! They’re working on getting everyone back to normal as we speak, so in the meantime just… try to enjoy it. It’s not all that bad, is it?


Prompt II: They Did The Monster Smash (nsfw)
WARNINGS: continued mentions of body horror

While under this transformation, some sinners may feel an innate desire for a night of debauchery. Whatever their monstrous state is, they find themselves wandering into the sex portion of the night club. While the mutations may be as small as claws and teeth, those experiencing it will also find themselves with an insatiable need to breed.

As the night goes on, people will find themselves more than just physically affected and begin displaying the following characteristics:

Alpha
  • Traditionally strong and dominant types. They are protective and extremely jealous once they’ve found a mate.
  • It is not uncommon for Alpha’s to fight over their chosen Omega with other Alphas.
  • When next to an omega in heat, they may enter into a rut state where their main concern will be claiming and mating with their chosen partner.
  • Ruts will send alphas into an extreme frenzy and cause them to be very aggressive.
  • They will be overwhelmed with the desire to dominate and have sex.

    When an Alpha is close to climax, their genitals will swell and knot or entrap their partner in order to further ensure breeding. This swelling locks two people together for up to thirty minutes. During this period, it is not possible to pull apart from one another and may result in several rounds of intercourse. Keep in mind, however, that the more sex you engage in the longer it will take for the swelling to ease.

    Omega
  • Traditionally submissive types who aim to please. They are physically inferior to alphas and have an innate urge to be claimed and possessed.
  • When in heat, omegas experience fevers that can be dangerous if allowed to rise. The only cure for this is an orgasm.
  • Heats may last up to three days. During this time period, omegas will be insatiable. So much so it might become painful the longer they don’t mate.
  • They will be drawn towards the strongest alpha. Omegas put off a scent that will attract mates, particularly during heat, that often encourages alphas to fight for the right to breed with them among other alphas.
  • Bites to the neck may calm a feisty omega, but keep in mind that this may also cause a mating bond with them.
  • Omega’s during heat often become extremely self-lubricated.

    Both Alpha and Omega may experience intense lasting orgasms with excessive amounts of cum to further ensure breeding. If an Omega cannot find a suitable mate they will find themselves incapable of satiation. Nothing is enough until a mate is found and even then, heat might hit them again soon after climax.

    There’s another category, the Beta. These are those who aren’t really affected either way. Some of these patrons are still experiencing physical mutations but don’t seem to have the same heat and desire to breed. Others might not even be physically changed at all.

    This can make things a little bit awkward, though. Especially when even the succubi and incubi are affected along with other demonic staff and guests. They may be eagerly dragging people, staff and sinners alike, off for a rough breeding session.

    Of course, because it’s a sex club there’s plenty of other things to do. As always, no guest is safe from the potential of being dragged on stage for a demo or two. There are plenty of rooms with various themes for your delight including all sorts of toys and fucking machines. Anything you could imagine, really!

    More information on what to find in the sex club here.


    IMPORTANT NOTE: The mods recognize that abo is considered a slur against aboriginal peoples in Australia. It is important to us that we recognize this and clarify that such a term outside of alpha/beta/omega context is harmful and uncool. Stay groovy, and have fun!


    Wildcard
    Not looking for debauchery or looking for a different kind? That’s alright! The club itself has plenty of other options such as a separate side explicitly for dancing. Drink up, maybe do a few lines, and dance the night away. There’s also a spa, a pool, a library, and all sorts of other areas for your character to explore now that they’re in hell.

    You can find more information on the various locations here





    Misc.
    Hey, guys! Welcome to our new TDM for the June 1st app round! As always, feel free to jump right on in, potential appers and current members alike! This TDM counts as an additional game event, as well as game canon for those coming into the game. Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below!

    If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.


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  • jelliclerats: (against the wall; tired)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-05-26 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Nnn..."

    His body is doubled over as another wing slices through his skin. The colors dance beneath the blood that covers the surface, hinting that there's beauty beneath the carnage.

    "It seems... my body wouldn't be... satisfies just carrying an insect."

    It hurts. God, it hurts, and it shows by the strain in his voice. His back is a litany of pain, and Nezumi doesn't know how long it's going to last.

    His next words, if there are any, are broken by his scream.
    savedbyasong: (no it's not happening.)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-05-30 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Shion gets to his side and reaches out to steady him or catch him. Anger rolls through him but mostly fear. What is happening? Why is this happening? He can't do anything. Won't leave Nezumi. Knows there's nothing he can do to help.

    He might be well read and trained in medical practices but 'wings growing out of a person' was not something that was covered.

    "Fight it Nezumi. You are strong."

    It's the sort of thing Nezumi would say to him, Shion probably doesn't pull off such lines as well.
    jelliclerats: (dirt on face; wiping face)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-05-31 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
    "I'm not dying, my worried one."

    But the words are pained, more pained than Nezumi normally allows himself to sound. The choice isn't his anymore. The beautiful colors hide a cruel rip through bone, muscle, and skin. The carnage covers the surface, hiding the full display.

    "Nnnn..." His face scrunches as another wave of pain shoots through his body, causing him to stumble again. "It doesn't... even feel like... it's bleeding as much... as it should."

    Which is true. Somehow, where blood should pour, there are only evidence of blood on the surface of the wings.
    savedbyasong: (oh but I thought...)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-06 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
    "You're not." He said softly. He wasn't dying and he wasn't bleeding. Barely bleeding at all despite the fact that wings have just torn through his flesh.

    "There's not much blood at all. Just..." Just pain. Which was bad as well, but probably wouldn't kill him.

    He didn't move his arms from where he was supporting Nezumi but he did look closer at the wings, where they joined to his back. How had such a thing happened?
    jelliclerats: (looking away; tired)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-06-09 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
    Nezumi isn't normally someone who easily shows his pain. Instead, it's easier for him to play invincible, but this level of agony is impossible to completely ignore. If Shion is in the mind to notice, Nezumi is following the advice he'd given the white-haired boy when torturing him: deep, even breathes, focusing on oxygen and less on shredded nerve endings.

    He's trying, anyway.

    With shaky legs, he stands. The wings dance and shimmer beneath the blood, as if the color itself is alive.

    "Let's get inside."

    With his current pain level and lack of energy, it's no good to be outside.
    savedbyasong: (serious)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-12 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    He does notice. He notices and it makes his hand shake with anger to know that Nezumi is in pain again when he had already gone through so much. So much that he can utilise such techniques, is terrible to think of.

    He nodded though and took Nezumi's arm, to steady him, to be ready to catch him if he fell. Inside was better than outside, not safe but safer.

    He begins to lead him, keeping to Nezumi's pace.
    jelliclerats: (holding shoulder; hurt)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-06-14 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
    Nezumi allows it, which likely continues to paint a picture of pain. It's not a side he enjoys showing Shion. While a huge majority of it is the need to always seem strong and capable, there's been another motivation added to the mix, one that didn't appear until Shion was a regular in his life. As much as he pushes for the white-haired boy to gain his own strength, Nezumi knows he'll be there to protect him. It's too annoying a feeling for him to ignore any longer. However, to be a shield, he needs strength. How could Shion feel any semblance of safety -- not that he should feel safe, but there's a difference between feeling no safety and feeling a little -- if this is the man who is supposed to protect him?

    Nezumi doesn't want to be the protected. He doesn't even know how.

    Normally-graceful legs stagger but manage to right themselves before either fall.

    "Make it close."
    savedbyasong: (goodbyes)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-14 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    He just nodded and held Nezumi tighter as he pulled him towards the nearest building. It was small, one of the huts made for the booths, though it was currently empty and not decorated. Still there was enough room for the two of them and Shion lowered Nezumi to the floor gently before closing the door.

    "We can wait here until you can go further."
    jelliclerats: (mouth slightly open; listening)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-06-15 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
    He leans against the wall and continues to breathe through the pain, even as his wings refuse to be swallowed by the darkness inside. They're bright and shimmering as if providing a light of their own. Nezumi might have appreciated them under different circumstances.

    "They're almost out."

    That much, he can feel, even if he might wish he couldn't. That doesn't mean the pain will go away, but it should stop increasing. From there, hopefully, Nezumi can adjust.

    "Then we'll have to figure out the damage. You'll have to play doctor again. Thankfully, I don't think you're caring needles."
    savedbyasong: (oh but I thought...)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-16 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    He got closer again, reaching out to gently turn Nezumi around so he could examine him properly.

    "No needles no..." The wings had almost finished... growing? They were huge, colourful, beautiful. But how could things so beautiful be hurting Nezumi so much.

    His hands are trembling with rage but he tries to breathe, because he can't destroy the wings, not without hurting Nezumi more.

    Luckily examining him is a distraction. He reaches up to touch the skin where the wings had grown from, gently.

    "I won't need a needle. The skin has healed around them, it's as if you have always had wings."
    jelliclerats: (dirt on face; slightly looking to the le)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-06-18 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
    "I think both of us would have noticed if I already had wings."

    But Nezumi understands what Shion is saying. The wings ripped through the skin, just to have the area heal up immediately. It isn't really a surprise, he realizes now. Hell wouldn't give him wings just to have him die of blood loss. That doesn't make the pain any less annoying, but it's beginning to die down somewhat now that the wings have finished growing.

    Holding in his sigh, Nezumi lays forward. He doesn't trust the wings enough to lay back on them yet, though he knows he will tonight.

    At least no one here will recognize the wings. But will it stop here? It's not a worry he expresses out loud. No reason to plant it in Shion's mind. Neither of them has the power to stop any changes that might be on their way.

    "I wonder how long they'll last."
    savedbyasong: (oh but I thought...)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
    He continues examining them but there really doesn't seem to be anything that could be counted as... damage. He breathes again, relieved, even as he doesn't leave Nezumi's side, worried about him.

    Because why would Nezumi have wings? Why was this happening?

    Nothing made sense. But it so rarely did. There's no recognition in Shion's eyes that show he knows these wings as anything more than a strange thing that had just happened.

    "Until the demons are bored I guess..."
    jelliclerats: (eyes cut off; unsure)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-06-23 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    "The demons don't seem involved enough to care about the wings. These are probably a 'gift' from Lucifer himself. Or, at least someone not very far from him."

    And that makes it a bit worrisome. In the past, circuses had freak shows, and Nezumi isn't sure what would qualify for such down in Hell. With the wings now protruding from his back, he has a sinking feeling that he might now be among them.

    "Do you recognize this kind of carnival?"
    savedbyasong: (serious)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-06-27 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
    He just nodded, though the idea that Lucifer himself was involved was a worrying thought. He shook his head as he continued making sure there was no other damage.

    "No. I've not seen anything like it before. Have you?"
    jelliclerats: commissioned; please dns (looking to the side; suspicious)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-07-02 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    The question results in a casual shake of Nezumi's head.

    "No. I've heard about them, but it's my first time seeing them. Even then, they didn't come with the demons."

    He's so tired. Nezumi doesn't allow it to show, but he could definitely crawl into a bed and sleep. The process took a toll on his body.

    "Or the wings. Those are a Hell special feature."
    savedbyasong: (oh but I thought...)

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-07-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
    "They are probably more fun when they don't come with demons." Yet again something that existed out of hell, if not something he knew himself, that was here twisted and wrong.

    It was a strange and confusing place, but indeed it might be worse if all these things were twisted echoes of things he had known before.

    "They take things that should be good and beautiful and twist them into things that bring pain."