TEST DRIVE MEME #15

[penancemods]

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, and 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 have an 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. The staff may be pushy, or 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.


Stand Your Ground

Prompt I: The Battle

While the chanting has seemingly stopped for now, guests will awaken to more rambunctious animals invading the Penance community through weak points in the gates. Pained screams come from the stables as the hounds and horses try to defend themselves against the onslaught of ferocious beasts. The demons will be shouting for help, urging sinners to save the community if they want to continue enjoying even the small comforts they've come to expect.

PLEASE NOTE! Most beasts will be aggressive and attack with teeth and claw as animals tend to do There are some that have a poisonous touch that feels like it sends fire through one's very veins. It will be excruciating pain for any who are touched by the boar-like animals. Luckily there is a serum available if you can convince someone to help you! So while painful, the venom is unlikely to cause actual death.

Demons and sinners alike will need to band together to deal with these menaces, however. If sinners show support, this will restrengthen the bond and camaraderie between sinners and demons.

If animals finding weak points to get in wasn't bad enough then the demonic giant thrashing wildly and crumbling parts of the gate certainly isn't helpful at all. He's a violent, dumb nuisance but extraordinarily strong. It will take a lot more than a single bullet or hit with a sword to take him down. He seems to have an impossibly high tolerance toward magical attacks and other such things of this nature. There's very little reasoning skills, hinting that this demon is nothing more than a feral beast itself from where more may still lurk out there somewhere.

But fear not, sinners! For Lucifer returns just in the nick of time on one of his demonic steeds looking more the angel than ever. Clad in gold and white armor, a sword sheathed at his side, followed by a few demonic soldiers dressed similarly but more skeletal than anything else. Together, they'll take on killing the giant along with any guests brave enough to risk their lives. One swipe from this monstrosity can easily snuff a person out.

As the battle wages on, Lucifer will urge sinners to retreat with the assurance that he will finish this job. Rallying his demonic companions, they slay the feral giant along with what beastly demons and animals remain so that life can return to normal. Your bravery is commended, sinners! And shall be remembered.

All are entirely free to watch Lucifer in all of his shining glory. See how he shines brilliant in the darkness. The light bringer, true to his name.


Prompt II: The Aftermath

Lucifer's smile will be absolutely beaming when he dismounts his horse and allows some of the staff to take it to the stables. He maybe covered in a bit of blood, but the prince of darkness seems to be in better mood than he has been for a very long time. When he notices the crowd, he'll greet them with a wave of his hand. "Greetings, guests! I would like to thank each and every one of you for your aid today. Without you, this could have been a disaster. I also want to assure you that I come bringing good news! I have convinced my colleagues to help us further. Watch as Penance continues to grow and become a better community for all of us!"

He announces this proudly, his words reaching everyone as they always do, whether they're here to see him in person or not.

His good mood seems only watered down when Lilith approaches him for a welcoming embrace. Those who are particularly observant will see her whisper in his ear, earning a curt nod. Soon after, they will wander off together. Some demons joke that Lilith is merely giving Lucifer a proper welcoming home, if you know what they mean. Others will complain that's disrespectful and she's merely filling him in on cult activities.

After the excitement of the morning, things will return to relative normal around Penance. The staff go back to work although the electricity may still be touch and go for a bit. Viscera and other gory remains will be scrubbed clean without asking the guests for their aid although they are welcome to help.

The demons will speak among themselves about how good it is to have Lucifer back, "the chanting", and "another big one is coming, isn't it?" for those trying to overhear. Unfortunately for guests, they'll find the demons are still rather cold and uncommunicative toward them if asked for any clarity. A few demons still may taunt guests about how they hope they know they'll be on the Veiled Order's list next because they're certainly coming back. They'll jeer and joke about how they hope the next sacrifice is even more painful than the last.

It's fine. Everything is fine. Lucifer is soon back in his white suit an can be overheard discussing something about an arena and how guests need a chance to blow off steam. If he's asked about The Veiled Order, he'll casually brush it off and promise that he's preparing some additional information to be passed around soon, likely over the network itself.


Prompt III: The Days to Come

Guess where all that meat sinners eat comes from? That's right, a lot of it comes from the beasts outside Penance itself when demons aren't able to import it from earth (and no, they won't tell you how to get there. Quit asking!) But also guess what? The demons are tired of being the sole hunters and providers of it. They'll be demanding that guests step up to help clean and prepare the meat for future storage. They'll insist upon it, as a matter of fact. Never butchered a pig before, let alone a demonic one? Ah, well, they'll show sinners the ropes, don't you worry about that!

If all that animal slaughter isn't for you, sinners will also have the option of volunteering for repairing the damage done to the gates themselves. While they seem to be magically repairing themselves for he most part, they still need a little TLC to help them along. Guests may help place new bricks, repair the entrances, or help out wherever else they may think they'll be useful.

Now that Lucifer is returned, guests will also be allowed to help with the generators to help stop the random blackouts.


Reach Up High

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.

Lucifer's voice rings out as it always does, compassion and warmth clear despite his words. It lingers in guests' ears even as they're forced into a dark room by demons and shown an ominous looking device just waiting for them.

"Welcome, my honored guests! Since some of your ilk have displayed an alarming tendency towards secrecy and outright lying, I've come up with a way for you to practice frank discussion instead. What I ask of you won't be an easy task, but it will be a lesson that's valuable to learn. When the device before turns on it will display a sin one of you are guilty of. You will be given exactly one minute to begin explaining what happened and how. Do be frank about it, and fair warning: if either of you refuse... you're unlikely to be unhappy about the result."

Guests won't have the option of refusing this daunting task. Demons drag sinners in, easily overpowering even the strongest guest if only for long enough to secure them in the seat and shove their hands into the opening of the device. Once secured, sinners are unable to remove their hands as a typing noise begins sounding out. After a moment, a sheet of paper will then pop out of the top of the device for guests to read. One sin off their list is printed neatly on it. Guests have one minute to begin explaining what it means and how it happened or why it's a sin of theirs.

Should the guest refuse or fail they will hear the contraption start up. An ominous sound of something shifting rings out before a sharp pain shoots up their finger and ricochets through their body. Each time a person fails their turn they both lose a fingernail. this will keep going until they've lost all ten (or however many the guest may have) or they answer a satisfactory number of sins. It really just depends on which sort of torment the guests are content with suffering through and how much they want redemption.

[Note: How many sins characters have to explain to be released will be left up to player discretion!]


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: A Rave For The Ages

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.

The incubi and succubi of Club Penance seem to think everyone deserves a little fun after all the punishment that's gone around. Guests at the hotel receive a flyer slipped beneath their door encouraging them to come to a midnight rave Club Penance is hosting.

There will be music, dance, costumes, alcohol, and all manner of party drugs. They also have every intention of it going all night long! The rave will span both the regular portion of the club and the sex-driven side so there will be plenty for everyone!

The club demons assure guests that no one should worry. There won't be any inappropriate conduct by staff at all. All aphrodisiac-laced food or drink is clearly marked throughout and no drugs will be slipped to anyone who doesn't want them. Much to everyone's surprise they keep their word and for all intents and purposes, it does feel like your standard rave when sinners arrive.

There's darkness broken up only by strobe and neon lights, glow sticks are passed out, fog machines keep the floor near obscured from view. The music is pumping throughout the entire club thanks to a rather boorish looking demoni DJ. There's quite a few change rooms for dancers to change into any sort of club or fetish wear of their own as well as a room full of costumes and fetish wear that can be rented on the house. If you're uncertain about changing, a demon may "helpfully" choose something and make sure you put it on.

Once again, the succubi are wandering the club, enchanted to look like beautiful women that no one can seem to resist. It's just the natural pull of what they are and the incubi -- males -- seem to have the same effect on everyone. They're holding trays of food, drinks, and drugs that they'll helpfully pass out. They're also dancing on poles or in cages and providing all sorts of entertainment.

For those inclined, these demons will also be putting on sex shows and demos of all sorts. They'll take audience participation rather gladly and play under respectable rules, safe words and all.


Prompt II: Choose Your Poison

As the night drags on, there will be demons who will approach sinners clad in over the top fetish wear and more beautiful than anything anyone has ever seen. They beckon guests to follow and, at the time, it seems like a good idea. These particular demons lead sinners to a table in a back room where a multitude of drinks await. They urge sinners to take a sip from the color that most pleases them for a special surprise. Everyone will have every chance to say no, but should they indulge, they'll find themselves momentarily blacking out for a bit.

When they come to, one of the following will happen:

Red drinks will trigger a feeling of intense warmth in the person's body. While not uncomfortable, it may lead a guest to getting rid some or all of their clothing all together in order to stay cool. Perhaps somewhat contradictory, this drink will also increase the desire to be close to another and share in this warmth. Sinners will crave touch in any and sometimes all meanings of the word. This can be holding hands, intimate caressing, cuddling, copious amounts of sex and everything in between. It will effect them so strongly that they might become aggressive if not violent without this.

Pink drinks will have guests awaking some place in the club with a partner. They're fitted with a sex toy of player choice. Perhaps it's as 'tame' as a collar and leash, something that vibrates, or something that's been put inside of them already. Guests won't be able to remove it until their selected partner decides that they can. Hopefully it's someone they can stand and not that half-goat demon that's been eyeing them up all night. Rumor is he's really selfish in the sack. The good thing is that those who drank this drink have incredible and long lasting orgasms and can experience several throughout the night.

Orange drinks will have guests feeling on top of the world. An incredible euphoria washes over them. All those troubles that were previously haunting them will slip into the background. They'll experience intense happiness and easily express affection towards anyone they encounter. They will also have energy to party all night long if they so choose.

Yellow drinks will give sinners courage to do something they never thought they'd do. They won't be afraid of anything whether it's pole dancing for the first time, a one night stand, or carrying out a nasty murder against that guy that got in their way. Fearless and eager to experience all they desire. Guest's may not want to take no for an answer, but everyone should try to practice some form of self-control...

Blue drinks will have the unfortunate effect of leaving one unable reach climax or even feel sexual excitement. Their body just refuses to rise to the occasion and they may feel sluggish although not in a depressive way but almost like they're heavy and exhausted. It may last for a few hours to a few days. Oh, well. They can't all be winners, can they? Once a guest starts to come out of these effects it will, however, leave them incredibly desperate to please people whether sexual or not before returning to normal.

Purple drinks may not seem to have any sort of effect on the guest. What a bummer, right? Might as well head back out to the rave. It takes a little while to kick in but as the night goes on the guests who drank this liquid begin to radiate an irresistible pull much like the Succubi and Incubi. Other guests and even demons will be drawn to them and grovel for a chance to serve the sinner. The more they attract others the stronger their own desire to be served and to dominate will become. This particular drink seems to last a little longer than the others and can take a few days to fully run it's course.

Green drinks will be for the truly adventurous. These drinks trigger physical changes ranging from temporary demonic features, sex changes, or, in some very rare instances, rapidly increasing or decreasing age. That last one may not always be very sexy at all... who wants to babysit a brat at a rave? Alternatively, maybe grandpa should head to sleep. Anyone deemed too young will be escorted out by the demons at Lilith's insistence.

Of course it is possible to say no to any and all things and enjoy the rave for what it is! An excuse to let go and just have fun for a night. This is a judge-free zone.


Prompt III: Your Average Hotel Night

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.


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Dick Grayson | Titans

[farcry]

// the battle //

What the fuck— [ breathed more to himself as he regains his balance after stumbling out into the scene. the headache he’d woke up with still screeches with every pulse behind his eyes. literal creatures from hell tangle with those who look like they live here, struggling against them as whole and parts of beasts get strewn across the sickening ground. as unsteady as his steps still are, dick knows that he has to help.

suitless, weaponless, dressed in a black t-shirt and trousers, dick picks up two lengths of metal bars from the ruins of the gates, each hand wrapped securely around the circumference.

like his compromised aim, like his swipes, his sticks aren’t perfect, but they’re good enough. they’re rough enough at the scraggly metal ends to puncture and slash into the thick hide of the beasts. to no surprise at all, they bleed different.

just when he looses his footing while tripping backwards over a stray limb, the beast looming over him snarls and rolls over, falling with a weight dick thinks he can feel through the ground. exerted breaths heave through his chest as he stares through his headache, still sat in the ground, at the literal knight in shining armour. ]

Who—the hell is that? [ again, breathed. more to himself. ]

// your average hotel night //

[ the headache has mostly gone away. he can finally get some semblance of a thought back into his mind as he manages a grip on his bearings. he knows where he’s going—more or less—and finds his way to the bar he’d seen earlier.

a beer sits mostly untouched on the bar in front of him as focused eyes take in the crowd in sweeping, general strokes. so they all ended up here, just like him, too much sin for what good they did, it seems—probably serves him right. the thought comes with a wry twist of lips as he takes a sip of his beer. it’s probably pointed curiosity in his eyes, or a jaded disbelief, perhaps educated surveying as he watches and watches, trying to make sense out of chaos.

someone sits on the stool beside him and it's a few beats before dick realizes they're waiting for his attention. he barely reins the sigh back to a tight press of his lips.]

I'm not looking for company.

//network un: GRAYSON //

[ he remembers the item in his pocket as he’s sitting there people-watching. the communication device is a far cry from the tech he’s used to but that hardly bothers him when he starts the device up and is taken to a messaging board of sorts. a cursory scroll through a few pages worth of interactions confirms a few things he’s already suspected: first, this really is hell. second, its population is a cross section of existence, boundaryless between universes and times. finally, there’s no easy way out. what he posts is simple and to-the-point, nothing more a feeler. he needs to start somewhere. ]

I’m new here.
How do you get information around here? I'm looking for answers. Who do I ask?

// wildcard //
(( i love tossin ideas around, pm this journal or ping me on plurk: riewunsch ))

Network... FOR NOW.

[knucklesbloody]

[ Picture this: a hungover teenager gets his ass up out of bed, does his usual routine workout, showers, grabs a coffee and sits himself down on the top of the TV because 1. he can and 2. fuck you. Sipping on said coffee while his entire suite of "adults" were still sleeping or whatever the fuck, Jason stumbles across a freshly made network post and nearly chokes on the fucking liquid. No way. No fucking way. ]

network un: fuckyoudickgrayson
Fucking google it, dipshit.

[ Unhelpful. Whatever version of google Hell had wouldn't give the answers Grayson wanted. He doesn't know what to feel though, so rage and catty commentary will suffice. ]

[farcry]

[ he’s made a lot of enemies—this much is clear by now, and how poetic is it that even here, in hell, he stumbles and trips on them like they're ubiquity scatters them through every plane of existence. the username has his brows lifting in surprise, then knitting together with confusion. is this a joke? does this person mean it? who the hell...]

Very funny.
Google gonna explain your username to me, too?
Look, either help or beat it.

[ he doesn't need this shit right now.

but he does look up a few things, just to cross off the search engine avenue. hell's version of google proves to be lightyears behind even bing, which is no surprise given the sharp hostility ringing through the message. ]

[knucklesbloody]

[ It was Jason's fault and he knew it. He'd accepted this, but beyond that experience was still a wealth of rage. Some reserved for Dick. Some reserved for Bruce. Most reserved for himself but he'd take it out on them because it was easier. He knew that too, deep down. Knew it vividly. ]

No, but you could ask. Oh wait. You don't ask. About anything. Ever.

[ Then, another message: ] Is he dead?

[farcry]

[ dick doesn't respond to the first message immediately, opting to look through older network posts, trying to figure out who this fuckyoudickgrayson is.

he doesn't get too far before the second message arrives, cutting off his train of thought. a deep frown tugs at the corners of his lips as he reads the simple three words a couple times over. this is a clue. this is significant, but this could be anyone. here he is, with a chance to redeem his sins yet it seems like they're chasing him. ]

Are you trying to be cryptic to hide behind that petty username? If you have a problem with me, tell me. I don't ask because I don't pull teeth.

hotel night

[poppycock]

Lucky for you, neither am I, ( comes the drawled response, accented in english. ) Though I wouldn't mind if you pass over the whiskey. ( it's the tall, amber bottle in front of the young man to which klaus refers. his favorite, in point of fact, in the large selection of the swill behind the bar. typically, he likes to help himself; it's a bit of arrangement he's cultivated with the demons here. he imagines they'd sooner kill him than serve him and he certainly doesn't want such attentions either. they tend to make a mess.

though he digresses. he might not be looking for company, but neither can he admit the man hasn't escaped his notice (little does) after noting his proximity to his drink of choice. he's obviously new. )

[farcry]

[ a pause is punctuated by dick's raise of both brows, as if to ask really?. his gaze sweeps the stranger's features before darting to the bottle of whisky sitting on a shelf behind the bar. behind the bar. the demons working are serving others. he looks back to the stranger. it almost sounds like a bad ruse to start a conversation--like he would have done had he been undercover. ]

That how things are around here? Just take what you want, or--get someone else to do it for you? I don't work here. You know that.

[poppycock]

( for someone who's enormously paranoid, he really doesn't have the patience for it in others. klaus blinks once, then pulls in a hearty breath to sigh out his agitation, punctuating it all with an unmitigated eyeroll. he also leans forward simultaneously across the bar and into the man's space, plucking the bottle of whiskey sitting a few feet away.

booze in hand, klaus sits, grabs a clean tumbler (also behind the bar) to his right, and pours himself a generous drink. ) Word of advice: if you want to survive here, you might want to lighten up.

[farcry]

[ dick doesn't bother moving out of the stranger's way as a bold reach cuts across his space for the booze. his brows draw together, frowning while taking in that elaborate expression of frustration. drama--some have a real flair for it. ]

Is that right? [ flat, with all the advice he didn't ask for. ] Then enlighten me. What happens when you don't survive here?

The Battle

[onlyordinary]

[The beast flies off Dick with the elegant scream of a violin. It's lifted off its feet and thrown to the ground. It struggles to stand up against some invisible force, but there's a bang. The beast's chest bursts open, viscera flying out of its body like someone had planted a bomb in its heart, but it's dead now.

A woman stands there. Everything about her, from her clothes to her skin to her irises to the violin she holds under her chin, is white. She pulls her bow from her violin and lets the instrument rest at her side as she approaches, frowning at Dick.]

Are you okay? Not injured?

[farcry]

[ a beat, two, as the pieces land with wet smacks on the ground and dick lets his baffled mind process what happened. a wide gaze turns to the woman who seems responsible for it, so white that he has to narrow his eyes against the brightness. he takes in the violin and the clothing before pushing to his feet. ]

No, ‘m fine. [ he’s still gripping the steel rods and swaps them both to one hand. they’re not quite weighted right and aren’t even the same length but they’ve proven useful enough. ]

Thanks. I—shit, [ under his breath, frustrated. ] is this every fucking day here or what?

[onlyordinary]

No, usually it's just a lot of drinking?

[She manages a quirk on the edge of her lips to indicate a smile, but it's a bit off. It's hard for her to really joke around when she's in the middle of killing a lot of wild animals.]

But I've been here two months and this is my second large scale battle, so take that how you like.

[farcry]

[ the sharp line of his mouth is unchanging, even in the face of her efforts to lighten things up. he's not looking for a joke here although there is relief in his eyes with her words. twice in two months--once every month. ]

Seems reasonable, and you're still here. You haven't died yet, or-- died more. [ whatever they do here. he's already turning away, metals bars once again gripped tight in both hands. he nods towards the white violin at her side. ] So how does that work? I draw them close and you finish them off with a note?

// the battle //

[captaincanary]

[As Sara uses a metal bo-staff to fight off the demons around them, and normally will turn anything into a weapon, she completely approves of someone using bars from the gate itself. Appropriate and resourceful.]

[She uses her staff to stab the beast. Sara follows with a kick to tip it over. Once in the ground she slam her staff through it's head then turns to Dick.] No idea. But he looks ridiculous.

[She reaches out a hand to help him up from the ground.]

[farcry]

[ a bo-staff—he’d feel the same approval with maybe hints of envy compared to his own make-shift weapons had he not been too focused on the fight himself. though even from the ground, momentarily spinning with the headache clouding his mind, he can admire how clean that killing blow had been. ]

Thanks. [ his gaze shifts away from the figure leading a small group of soldiers, slaying the beasts with swipes of their swords, to the hand extended out to him. he consolidates both bars into one hand, the ends still dribbling with slaughter, and lets the woman lend a hand getting him to his feet. ]

They’re taking them down so easy. There’s gotta be something more to it. [ the howl of the giant ringing loud in his ear is the only thing that had stopped his momentum to head towards the beast. dick’s eyes widen, staring as the group take on the monster before turning to his new companion. ]

You’ve never seen this either, huh?

[captaincanary]

[Sara has to stop herself, feeling the desire to keep rushing through and take down another monster. She doesn't want to get too close or involved with what's going on in Lucifer's area.]

Not this exactly. [Sara keeps peering at the end of the fight unfolding before them.]

Really convenient timing. [She considers she should be a little more appreciative, but splattered in monster blood, she feels a little cynical. The whole shining armor thing doesn't help, either.]

[farcry]

[ too convenient. he hears her loud and clear, hands gripping hard around the bars of the gates he holds, strung taut and ready. ]

Why would they set this up? [ he feels it in her, that similar desire to dive into the action head first. her stance thrums with it, underneath the gore covering her. she's an ally. ] Are we supposed to fight, or not? Is this propaganda?

Network | un: MotherNature

[leavesof3]

[Ivy's not usually the helpful type, but there's something particularly pathetic about a new arrival who has apparently already gained a dedicated-- what do you call it, troll?]

Information here is difficult to come by, unless empirically.

You can try speaking directly to Lilith or perhaps the Morning Star himself now that he's back, but they've been known to be secretive and evasive.

The library is useless. I'd suggest it be destroyed entirely if not for the countless trees who would have given their lives in vain for the damned thing to exist in the first place.

[She'll leave him to the fun of discovering for himself just how terrible the technology is when he attempts to do that first internet search.]

Is there anything in particular you're looking for?

[Not that she intends to lend a hand much further if they don't share an interest. She's not Hell's version of a Walmart greeter. Wouldn't want to pick up a good reputation.]

[farcry]

[ the second response he gets is like night and day from the first. though he doesn’t yet have the understanding of it all, he’s well versed enough in literature and religious contexts to recognize the names. the connotations aren’t thrilling.

however, he now knows there’s a library that’s allegedly useless (which he’ll confirm himself). it’s kind of ironic given he had always assumed that paper would simply have burned in hell. ]

Thank you. [ so there seems to be kind strangers in hell as well, perhaps here to greet him after his arrival? ]
In particular? No. I’m trying to get out of here.
Where can I find Lilith or the Morning Star? [ do they not call him Lucifer here? ]

[leavesof3]

Lilith and Lucifer are reachable by network, and also have offices in the hotel.

Now please tell me you aren't stupid enough to think you can get out of here by having a friendly chat with either of them.

[Hell already has its share of stupid.]

network un: Harley

[sequinns]

Zuckerberg
This is Hell, right?
Dude must be here

[farcry]

And must have a way to get out of Hell.
But I'm pretty sure he would've found a way to avoid death as well.

[sequinns]

Are we ranking Big Z as more powerful than Satan?
Because it sounds like we’re doing that.

network; un: scarletgold

[knucklesdirty]

depends on what sort of answers you're looking for
and what sort of questions you're asking.
the network isn't a bad place to start
there's also the library. it tends to be pretty contradictory, but if you've got the time...

And then there's Lucifer and Lilith- if you're the sort to trust what they tell you.
So what sort of answers are you looking for?

[farcry]

I need to know how to get out of here faster. I don't have much time to waste here. Look, I know I can't trust Lucifer and Lility but at this point, it might be worth giving them a shot.

They wanna put me through shit, right? Maybe they can get to it faster, do whatever number they want so I can leave this place.