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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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  • hybrid_prince: Theodore "Teddy" Altman from Young Avengers Volume II (Default)

    Re: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS

    [personal profile] hybrid_prince 2020-05-24 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
    Are sinners who end up in the club but didn't undergo monster transformations also affected by A/B/Oness?
    hybrid_prince: Theodore "Teddy" Altman from Young Avengers Volume II (Default)

    [personal profile] hybrid_prince 2020-05-24 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
    But they can if we want to? because alpha teddy is never a bad.
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    NPC - Lucifer

    [personal profile] odaystar 2020-05-24 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
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    NPC - Lilith

    [personal profile] inreceiving 2020-05-24 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
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    Re: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS

    [personal profile] unpocoloco 2020-05-24 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
    Hey, asking for a friend, idk A/B/O all that well is it possible for the any given status to switch at a certain time/for reasons/other? (Also, am I correct in assuming this effect is exclusive to the club ICly?)
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    Spike Spiegel | Cowboy Bebop | OTA

    [personal profile] pococurante 2020-05-24 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
    We Built This City

    [ Spike hasn't' forgotten what happened to him at last year's carnival, and he's definitely not going to stick around to become a clown demon's personal plaything for a week again. But he still wants to check things out, get an idea of what they're up to this time. He definitely notes the names they keep repeating because he has not heard them before, not even when he was frantically rifling through Lucifer's office for anything he could find.

    He also gets roped into some labor. Which he takes without too much fighting. The demons still hate him, and he can't blame them. Before long he has several stripes across his back, blood seeping through his mint green tshirt. ]


    Glad I changed.

    [ He grits out between clenched teeth as he shovels gravel into a wheelbarrow. ]

    If they did this to my suit I'd get mad.

    Something in the Air

    [ Spike sets off for home, back sore, not really relishing the long walk ahead of him back to his house. But that long walk means he's that much farther away from the fucking carnival. And Faye is at home (or will be, whenever she gets back from whatever she's' doing). That helps.

    Ein and Zwei nip at his heels and chase after each other, frolicking as they go. He's only just started along when he feels something. Something bad. Something more than the lacerations on his back.

    There's something moving under his skin.

    He groans and drops his jacket, reaching to feel along his shoulderblades. ]


    What is it!

    Monster Smash 1

    [ Spike makes his way to the club because why not? It's not like he doesn't have giant, silvery-white wings sprouting from his back. They go great with the halo he's been sporting ever since he got back from that month with Lucifer.

    The wings make getting dressed difficult. He's wearing some kind of mesh tank top he swiped from Kavinsky because everything else tore when he tried and it's better than nothing. But then what do you match with a mesh tank top? He went with jeans.

    He can feel it as soon as he walks in. His swagger shifts. He starts... slinking. And eying up other people in a way that is unusual to him. He notices arms, teeth, backs, and smell. What a smell. He just wants to curl up and nuzzle and...

    Fucking weird thoughts. Fuck this place. Why does he ever come here? But now that he's here, he knows he can't leave. Not until... something happens. He slinks to the bar and leans back against it, hip cocking out, presenting himself as long and lean and desirable as possible. ]


    Busy night, huh?

    [ He lifts his hand to the bar, fingers dragging through a pool of condensation left by somebody's drink and then tracing circles on the bar. ]

    Or maybe it's just all the... extras that make it feel more crowded.
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    Inquisitor Trevelyan | Dragon Age

    [personal profile] cleanburn 2020-05-24 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. Arrival

    [Clara barely sleeps well on a good night, after the events at the Winter Palace. All she can see when she closes her eyes is her own guilt, her own failures at not recognizing the threat walking among them in the guise of a friend. This night is hardly any kinder, what with the flames surrounding her, pulling her under as though pulling her through a rift. She’s never seen any part of the Fade like this, even when she fell into it at Adamant. And the voice that speaks of judgement? Well. She has to wonder if it’s a Pride demon speaking to her.

    When she awakens, she’s in an environment that isn’t her quarters at the palace. The bed is comfortable, and the room is…red. So very red.

    She takes inventory, including of the list she finds on the bedside table. Her eyes widen when she realizes what that list is: her faults, all of them, every moment she deserves to suffer for.

    She makes her way out of her room and begins exploring, trying to make sense of what area of the Fade this could be. She reaches the lobby well enough, studying the various decorations and people loitering within. She doesn’t know what to make of the…creatures working the front desk, or the shop off to the side, or the bar off in the corner. Anyone who happens across her will be able to note that she appears to be missing her left forearm.]


    Andraste’s flaming tits, what is this place?

    ii. We Built This City

    cw: whipping, violence, potential for blood, references to past violence, etc.

    [Clara gets roped into construction work faster than she can protest. And when she does contribute to clearing debris, lifting various materials and passing them to others, and helping with other cleaning and building work, she apparently doesn’t do so fast enough, as she feels the weight of a whip clear against her back.]

    You bastard! I’m working as best I –

    [Yet another whip across her back. Clara growls, wanting to set each and every one of these demons on fire. As if they can hear her thoughts, the demons punish her once more. She grits her teeth, concentrating on picking up her speed and focusing on her work. She can get through this, she tells herself. She can endure this. She’s fought through worse before, after all. She turns to the person next to her; at least they don’t have to suffer alone, right?]

    Is it just me, or are these demons a little…whip happy?

    iii. The Maze of Mirrors

    cw: self-harm, violence, spoilers for Trespasser, etc.

    [The room of many mirrors catches Clara’s attention once she finishes labor. The glimmer of a myriad of shining surfaces makes her think of the Eluvians Morrigan introduced her to, and so she doesn’t hesitate to investigate, stepping into the room and glancing all around her. Except, when she glances behind her, the way in which she enters seems to have disappeared. Always a good sign, she thinks.

    The more she tries to find a way out, the deeper into the maze she goes. She doesn’t realize it, but as she moves from mirror to mirror, all of those feelings she’s tried to keep buried within her start to bubble to the surface. A feeling similar to what she felt in the dark future she endured with Dorian all those months ago also rises within her, and soon, Clara feels as if she’s slowly growing mad.

    Anger emerges first. Anger at herself, at Solas, at the fact that Solas’ remarks about the Inquisition becoming corrupt are only too right, anger at feeling so helpless and ignorant to the danger in front of her – they all blend together, clawing up Clara’s throat with all the fervor of a dragon.

    She screams, piercing and loud, before she can help herself; she punches one of the mirrors, feeling the shards sink into her skin. Sweat gathers on her skin, as if she’s been struck with a fever, and she falls against the surface of the mirror just in front of her, breathing hard.

    With the anger also comes the sorrow and regret, the fact that she’s only just barely kept herself together in the wake of Solas’ betrayal. Her eyes are dark, and the expression on her face even darker, and she can be heard muttering to herself about all the ways she could have stopped it all and how everything she’s done will never be enough.]


    Fuck.

    [She lets her eyes fall closed.]

    iv. Wildcard

    [Have a different idea for a prompt? Let me know either by DMing Clara’s journal or at plurk at [plurk.com profile] afaeryschild. Clara is coming in from the very end of the Trespasser DLC, so potential for spoilers abound here. Characters who interact with her will also note that she is missing her left forearm.]
    stardustdaozhang: (Default)

    Question

    [personal profile] stardustdaozhang 2020-05-24 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    What happens if someone volunteers for porta-potty duty...
    savedbyasong: (pain)

    ii

    [personal profile] savedbyasong 2020-05-24 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    Leave her alone. [He would like to think he sounds defiant and angry but even after many months here in hell it is hard to keep the fear from his voice, his breath catches as he tries to remember to breathe and not freeze at standing up to these demons. But if he just lets wrongs happen and does nothing then he is as bad as them.

    He'd also like to think he could stand defiantly as one of them turned on him but the blow struck him to the floor with a muffled cry of pain. He smiled at her though as he got up and nodded.]
    They are worse than usual... [He kept working as he spoke, not wanting either of them to be hit again.] I don't know why they've decided this is so important.
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    Xiao Xingchen | The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

    [personal profile] stardustdaozhang 2020-05-24 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. Arrival.

      There is young man with long dark hair wandering the hallways of the hotel. He is dressed in long white robes and has a white blindfold on - if someone looks, there is a scar on his throat.

      Despite the fact that he is blind, he doesn't seem to need too much guidance, nor does he bump into people easily. In fact, unless someone makes an effort to do so, he avoids contact with surprising ease. But if there is something that should evoke his surprise...

      It doesn't. He seems to glide about like a ghost already.

      When he does speak, his voice is quiet and soft, and if ignored, he will simply move on.

      "Do you believe in what they are saying? About sins being atoned... about what has been done being undone?"

      He doesn't. Not right now, at least. Nor is he sure he should.

    ii. We Built This City

      There is someone not complaining at all as he carefully scoops and scrubs the porta-potties. He has no idea about many things about them, but the smell makes the purpose evident enough. And, while unpleasant, it is far from the worst that he has done, and - recognizing the necessity of the work - he is thorough at it, too.

      And, yes, he sometimes manages to keep his robes clean, and not only beacuse he has tied them up to keep the sleeves and skirts from trailing too much.

    iii. Wildcard

      ... help him out because he has no idea just how different things are, here. Teach him how to use the device, etc. etc. CW: Canon angst, suicide, depression as result of extended manipulation.
    reliantnav: (Default)

    Abel | Starfighter

    [personal profile] reliantnav 2020-05-24 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    We built this city cw: whipping
    Abel doesn’t mind a bit of hard work, and for the most part he has no problem obeying authority, even here. He gets to work clearing charred debris, which soon covers his pristine white jumpsuit in dirty gray smudges. The supervising demons crack the whip at him once or twice, but he’s diligent enough that they don’t bother actually hitting him.

    At least until his attention is drawn by someone else struggling with their work or stopping to rest for a moment, and the guards come down on them hard. Abel’s attention is drawn by this unfair punishment, and he comes straight over to put himself in the middle of it. “Hey! Leave them alone!”

    The punishing demons only laugh, their attention drawn to this new sinner who so clearly wants to be punished, and one of them strikes out at him with their whip. Abel grits his teeth when the blow lands, but does not cry out.

    ((OOC: Feel free to tag in either as the person he’s trying to help or as someone else saving Abel from his own hero complex..))

    Maze of Mirrors: Resentment cw: violence
    At first, the mirror maze strikes Abel as something fun and interesting, even once it begins to warp, and the entrance disappears. He tries to map it as he wanders, thinking that there must be some algorithm that controls the shifting corridors, and if he can only figure out the pattern he can solve this puzzle.

    But as the maze starts to exert its control over him, Abel’s resentment starts to bubble to the surface, temper flaring as he stalks the halls. Is this game toying with him? It’s being randomized, or the changes are being made simply to frustrate him. His own reflection warps in the mirror, looking like his father, or unfair schoolmasters and ranking officers at the academy. Roaring with rage, Abel throws his fist at one of those reflections, shattering the mirror and leaving his hand badly bruised and studded with glass. He staggers on, disoriented by the maze and filled with an overwhelming resentment. He may not know the person in front of him, but at the sight of them he becomes certain that they are responsible for trapping him here, and he swings a punch in a red blur of fury.

    Maze of Mirrors: Lust
    After an hour or two (or longer, perhaps, he’s lost all track of time), his experience begins to shift. His resentment drips away, replaced by an aching sense of lust. It’s always been a weakness of his, a tendency to yearn after his fellows at the academy, his teachers, strangers on the street. It swells in him now, making his cock throb and his head spin, forgetting everything but his desperation for sex. Shedding clothes as he goes and forgetting where he’s left them, Abel eventually falls to his knees in the maze, stroking himself in desperation for relief, until he sees someone else in the maze and looks up at them with dark, lustful eyes. “Fuck me. Please.”

    Something in the Air cw: blood
    Slender black horns curve out of Abel’s hair, arcing forward on either side of his face, and the black of his eyes expands out to fill the sclera, black pools in a pale face. His teeth grow sharp and pointed, and blood—not his own—drips from his mouth. Black claws grow from the tips of his fingers, and inside of him, more blackness grows and hardens. His empathy—usually one of his driving virtues—is shuttered, closed off to him by the transformation, and the creature left behind is cold-hearted and lustful.

    As he makes his way toward the club, if someone bumps into him or even is too inconveniently in his way, this proud, unsympathetic Abel glares furiously. “How dare you! Get out of my way.”

    Monster Smash
    Lust pours through Abel’s body as he enters the nightclub. It’s one of his primary sins and he’s very familiar with it, but the changes in his omega body are new to him. He feels slick and wet. His usual aching to be fucked is amplified a hundredfold, making him feel heated and dizzy, feverish with yearning. He needs to be mounted and fucked. He feels as though he might die without it.

    “Please,” he begs, pressing up against the nearest person, alpha or no. “I need to be claimed.”
    Edited 2020-05-24 20:57 (UTC)
    craftingshadows: (Concerned)

    Eleanor Blackwood | Original

    [personal profile] craftingshadows 2020-05-24 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. Arrival

    [Eleanor hates most of her dreams; usually, they all revolve around everyone she’s lost, people who’ve betrayed her, or any one of the various incidents in which she narrowly escaped death just by the skin of her teeth. As she’s been traveling with her group of Sparrow Keepers, she’s been trying to study dream magic, specifically, and whether or not she might be able to learn to concoct a brew that will keep her from dreaming.

    The last she recalls, she’d been reading up on potential recipes for a potion, unwinding after a tough day on the road. Apparently, her mind has other ideas.

    The flames licking at her face make her think she accidentally set fire to her bed or something before falling asleep; the falling sensation she feels, she can’t quite explain. Unless she’s falling through the earth? But how would that be possible, unless they set up camp over some sort of hole?

    When she awakens, she feels rested, which seems odd. She never sleeps well. Not this well, at least. And the bed she wakes up in is much more comfortable than the ground she falls asleep on.

    She all but jumps off of the bed, glancing around quickly as she takes in her surroundings, her wand drawn beside her, ready to cast a spell at a moment’s notice. She explores, starting with her room, and makes her way out into the hallways, and, eventually, down to the lobby.

    She’s seen demons before, but nothing quite like these creatures. She finds herself staring, though she tells herself she’s observing, before making her way over to the bar. She eyes the collection of alcohol critically, wondering why, if this is some place of judgement, they would provide such a variety of what most would consider a vice. She gives voice to some of her thoughts, murmuring out loud.]


    I’m not even sure what half of these bottles mean. Hopefully one of them has decent ale, though I suppose I’d settle for mead.

    ii. Something in the Air

    [Note: Eleanor is not getting involved with the A/B/O prompts or the monster transformations. She’s just observing in Club Penance.]

    cw: mentions of sex, voyeurism, etc.

    [Eleanor has seen taverns, and she has seen crowds of people dancing before. And, by the Lady, she has certainly seen her fair share of brothels in her travels. But this Club Penance is quite unlike anything she’s ever seen, and she can’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed by it all, as she sits off to the corner to the side, a drink in hand.

    People are…quite giving into their physical urges, it would seem; from the dance floor to the stage, where people are dragged and made to…perform for the crowd. Eleanor is no prude, by any means; as someone who’s spent much of her life working for a noble family, and as someone who has indulged in her own urges secretly, how could she be? But this is all quite the sight, and she has to wonder at what kind of place this Hell is, and just what this place expects of her to earn redemption.

    She takes a sip (more like a chug) of a drink, and turns to the person sitting next to her.]


    I have to admit, I didn’t think people were capable at bending at that kind of angle. Not without magic, at least.

    iii. Wildcard

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    cleanburn: (Lightning mage)

    [personal profile] cleanburn 2020-05-24 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Clara manages to turn her head to see...a very young man standing up for her. Maker, he looks so young. What is wrong with this place, this not!Fade, that it would drag someone so young into this mess? It's enough to make her angry, even before the demons whip him in retaliation.]

    Hey, assholes! If you're going to whip anyone, try picking on someone your own size!

    [Which, of course, the demons take as an open invitation; they crack the whip against her back once more, and it's enough now that she winces. Still, she remains standing, which is something.

    She offers her right hand to help him up, offering him what she hopes is a reassuring smile.]


    You would also think that they would realize that if they spent less time whipping people, the more work we could accomplish. But what do I know?

    Thank you for speaking out. I appreciate what you tried to do.
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    ii

    [personal profile] weiward 2020-05-24 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    There is arguably no one here who is as resistant or otherwise naughty as Wei Wuxian. He's only been here a matter of weeks, and already subjected to a number of punishments. The latest has left small scars along the curves of his lips, specks where thread was run through to shut him up.

    Porta-potty duty is nothing. It's almost nostalgic, bringing back memories of younger days, chasing after Lan Zhan with buckets of manure to fertilize the Wen gardens with. Yeah, the smell really brings it all back...

    But there are sights that do the same thing, and Wei Wuxian stops in his tracks when he sees him. The white robes make him unmistakable, almost as much as the diligent way that he goes about the unpleasant work.

    "Xiao Xingchen?"

    There's a note of disbelief to his voice as he runs over to join him. He stops directly in front of the other man, staring at the face that he recognizes beneath the blindfold, staring at the blindfold itself.

    "What happened? Why are you here?"
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    Elcin | Original Character

    [personal profile] decaf 2020-05-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)

    ARRIVAL


    Waking up in bed is, honestly, the most surprising part of this whole situation. The sheets tangled in his legs were frustrating, but to be expected given he has eight of them. When Elcin finally stands he finds that he's at least still clothed (another surprise, given his last encounter prior to his arrival). He retrieves the list of "sins" off the side table, the rather archaic looking communication device, and makes his way out of the room, duffle bag in tow.


    What "sins" could he have committed, he thinks as he carefully makes his way down the hall, doing his best to not get in the way of the hotel staff. He only stops once to ask for directions to the lobby, and he doesn't seem bothered by the demons by the time he makes his way there.


    Upon arrival, he stands still to take in the scene about him. The staff seems to be excited about something, rushing past without giving him a second glance. He has to adjust the position of his legs, allowing smaller creatures to pass under him as he straightens out to his full height. He's roughly ten feet tall, clearly dwarfing the humans and human-like demons around him. The glass-like plates on his abdomen catch the light as he shifts, finally stopping someone, all four eyes staring them down.


    "Excuse me." He starts. "Can you tell me what planet I've found myself on?"


    THE MAZE OF MIRRORS


    Elcin wasn't sure what he had expected to find. There was never time for carnivals, at least he never took the time for them, so crawling into the Maze of Mirrors was a new experience. It wasn't anything special, just mirrors propped up in a specific pattern to guide the player through. However the more he wanders through, the more disoriented he becomes. He could have easily found his way back out by using his silk but he didn't think he had a need for it before.


    Why didn't he think he had a needed a line back?


    He takes a cautious step towards the first person he sees in the mirror, unsure if they're actually before him or around a corner, and smiles.


    "I killed him, you know." Elcin isn't sure what is compelling him to say it. "The professor. I killed him."


    THEY DID THE MASH - NSFW


    The discovery of the sex club was a bit of a relief. If there was one thing he was amazed he didn't admit in the damn hall of mirrors was that he was addicted to sex. The feeling of holding his partner down, the dominance he was allowed due to his size -- it was exhilarating. An emotion he couldn't quite describe if someone asked him. 


    Elcin finds himself scanning the crowd as if seeking out his prey. He's hungry, longing for some physical connection, ready to take the first person who is willing. 


    WILDCARD


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    sharktrash: (Default)

    [personal profile] sharktrash 2020-05-24 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    If someone wants to leave the club for ~more privacy~, can the effects linger or are they strictly inside club only?
    stardustdaozhang: (Shadow)

    [personal profile] stardustdaozhang 2020-05-24 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    Xingchen stills at the sound of his name, straightens and tilts his head in the direction of the person who is asking.

    "That is my name, yes. Have we met?"

    Answering that question might... he might not quite be up for it yet.
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    Vanya Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

    [personal profile] onlyordinary 2020-05-24 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    Arrival

    The last thing Vanya remembers is her only sister standing behind her with a gun, and then a gunshot. So she's left to assume that her sister killed her and now she is in hell.

    It's a lot to take in.

    Anyone who passes by her room will notice the floor shaking hard enough to knock down tables and forcing passersby to crawl to make it to the other end. Inside, a woman in a pure white suit glows as she examines her list of sins, her eyes pure white.

    Number Seven
    1. Envy
    2. Wrath
    3. Despair
    4. Murder
    5. The end of the world

    We built this city

    Do you ever have those moments where you're like, "This might as well happen"?

    Vanya is in hell, and she deserves it. Her eyes are a dull brown again, and she bought a canteen of vodka before she was sent to work. She never drank in life, her medication not mixing with alcohol. So now she might as well make up for lost time.

    At least helping to set things up is good practice for her powers. She hums an old lullaby as she drinks, using the sound to make the lights string themselves up and the charred debris to drag itself into neat piles. Her overseer looks a little miffed that she's not breaking her back to do her work, but she's being efficient and it's hard to argue with it.

    She coughs at the burn of the vodka, shaking her head as she wrinkles her nose and offers it to whoever is next to her. "Do you want some? It tastes awful."

    Maze of Mirrors: Envy, Despair, and Wrath

    It's curiosity that leads her into the house of mirrors, but she quickly regrets going in when she can't find her way out. It's like the place is getting bigger and more complicated the more she tries to escape, and maybe it is. It's hell, after all.

    Vanya shouldn't be alone in quiet places. The quiet rises, and with it comes voices. Little voices, whispering in her ears.

    "No, no," Vanya says, scrubbing her ears, but they're still there. She can see things. Her siblings in the mirrors. No, they're not there. They're not really there. They're alive and she's dead and she's in hell and Klaus can't be bothered to talk to her and Ben won't even send a letter.

    But she can't stop the rise of bile. The rage. The incandescent rage, hitting her all at once like a storm.

    "I HATE YOU!" She punches a mirror that used to have Luther. "I HATE YOU!" Diego. "I HATE YOU!" Klaus. "I HATE YOU!" Five. "I HATE YOU!" Dad. She's surrounded by broken glass. Allison and Ben are staring down at her. They're sneering at her, but she can't bear to break them too. Instead, she turns to a new mirror, a mirror with only her in it. "And I hate YOU THE MOST!"

    She smashes the glass with her open palm. Blood is dripping from her hand, but she doesn't notice as she stomps the remains of the mirror to dust. "You useless, ordinary, worthless bitch! You were never enough! Never!"

    Her eyes are white, but all at once, the rage leaves her, swinging so hard into grief that she collapses among the broken glass, cutting her knees open as she heaves a sob. "I just wanted to be a part of the family. Why wasn't I enough?"
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    Maze of Mirrors

    [personal profile] horncrown 2020-05-24 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    And so Maul took to wandering as was his wont. Seemed like the demons were back at it again with the slaving of other sinners and some people were less than pleased about the whole carnival thing in general. As far as he could tell, something like this had happened before. The Zabrak wasn't terribly worried about getting pulled in to work. He'd made generally good acquaintance with many of the demonic staff and besides, any force sensitive whether it be him, Anakin, Kylo or Rey, would make a terribly boring thing to supervise. Given they'd likely be able to complete all tasks in a matter of minutes. The joys of telekinetic powers.

    He'd been affected a little by whatever 'taint' had carried over from the last exciting adventure but not too much. Horns far thicker and taller, bone-like spikes protruded from his outer forearms all the way up to his elbow and likewise down his spine. Which made shirts annoying so he opted to forego that nonsense. You're welcome, everyone.

    Anyway, here he was in some maze of mirrors feeling oddly... how to describe it. Truthful? Not that Maul actually lied too often believe it or not, but he certainly hid things. This bizarre craving to just. Speak his mind, things he'd long held back, and behold as the Zabrak turned a corner here was another. Ah!

    "Finally, I was beginning to think I'd be the resident obviously-not-human for eternity." A moment. Eh, Maul didn't seem to bothered by the concept of killing someone. "Why?"
    Edited 2020-05-24 19:30 (UTC)
    indecent_butterfly: (Bored now)

    Mad Hatter | Angel Sanctuary

    [personal profile] indecent_butterfly 2020-05-24 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
    ❚ Maze of Mirrors
    [Who doesn't like getting lost in a mirror maze? The transformed reflections that often show the truth no one cares to hear about themselves.

    Hatter finds themself trapped between the planes of glass, unable to escape as they normally would (simply shifting between one place and the next). The reflections are too amusing though. It's not like Hatter doesn't tell others what they are, what they've done. They have no reason to hide it. It's a matter of Pride.

    Anywho come close enough to where they are will hear the sound of laughter. It's not hysterical, after all, how can one get upset over the truth?
    ]




    ❚ Monster Smash
    [If anyone bothered to mention things were different than normal, Hatter had mostlikly ignored them. It was a giant party of sex and sin. A pale reminder of better times and the jester didn't need a reason beyond that to join in.

    No matter the transformation, no matter if male or female or something else altogether, no matter how eager or disinterested someone might be, they'll find the naked redhead wearing nothing more than a hat happy to indulge their baser wants or needs.
    ]

    My, my what have we here? Want to play, pretty?


    ❚Wild Card
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    [personal profile] decaf 2020-05-24 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    Even the local police never really asked him why. They never questioned him at all, really. Another took the fall and he knew he shouldn't have kept silent but -- there was a multitude of reasons to kill this man.

    "He did try and kill me first." He frowns, pedipalps on his face twitching slightly. "Said I didn't deserve to go into medical research or deserve to live at all. You could call it self defense... but I did get a meal out of him."

    Then again, the Professor was one of the few known survivors of the incident on the Tranquility research station. He couldn't blame him.

    "I wondered. You aren't human, though humanoid. What are you?" Because he clearly was no demon that wandered through the halls.
    Edited (I just realized what i had done pls don't mind me) 2020-05-25 21:13 (UTC)