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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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[mensrea]

i. the battle

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[ CRACK. The sound of his baseball bat splintering – straight down the middle, against the disfigured face of a boar – is followed by an enraged bellow from the beast. Stiles, expression very much the epitome of “I done fucked up,” looks around wildly for help from someone who seems better suited for this kind of fighting. Upon seeing you, regardless if you’re prepared to assist, he’s darting behind you hurriedly. ]

Oh god, what the hell, this place is so unreal, I – [ The words tumble from his mouth in a frantic flood. ] It’s coming, watch out!

[ Head tucked to lead with its razor-sharp horn, the boar charges. ]

ii. the days to come, cw: animal slaughter, vomiting

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[ Whether or not you were coerced into helping the demons butcher the boars, you’re about to pay the price; the moment you step into the kitchen, a relatively tall young man stumbles your way just in time to puke at your feet. When he straightens, it’s to mutter a weak apology in between wiping his mouth on his sleeve – which only smears pig blood on his deathly pale face. Someone isn’t taking well to his appointed duty of animal slaughter, it would seem. There’s gore covering the front of his hoodie, which slops slowly to the floor and has him retching anew. Thankfully, his stomach is now empty. ]

iii. choose your poison

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[ Club Penance? Not his kind of scene. And yet Stiles finds himself attending anyway, drawn by the allure of exploring non-monster-infested areas and procuring new information about his circumstances. While he does a decent job of refusing all alcohol and food offered to him, by the time a certain demon gently coaxes him to try a colorful drink, he’s more than ready to wet his whistle. The two drinks he might have tried are purple and green.

With the former, the purple drink, he seems overwhelmed by the sudden amount of attention he’s garnering from other clubbers and even demons. When his eyes meet yours, his countenance scrunches up in a plea for rescue as an Incubi drags a clawed hand down his chest. Help? Please?

With the latter, the green drink – ]

Sorry!

[ – Stiles has grown an appendage. A rather naughty one. His tail has no qualms about winding around the legs of nearby strangers, or even slapping the asses of people innocently walking by. ]

iv. wildcard

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( OOC | If none of these prompts work for you and you’d like to thread something, create your own scenario! PM me if you have any questions or want to plot. Here is his permissions/first impressions page. )

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[polydeukes]

Bulla!

[The word leaves Josie's lips just in time for an invisible dome to wrap around the two of them. The boar collides against it, stumbling backwards from the force, but Josie doesn't give it a chance to recover. She's grabbing Stiles' arm and dragging him backwards behind her.]

Please tell me you have something better than a baseball bat.

[She's still got her magic, but she's not sure the offensive spells she knows are going to slow it down enough to stop it permanently.]

[mensrea]

[ The boar is almost on them. Flinching, he braces for the oncoming attack – only to pause in confusion when instead the beast seems to connect with something solid. As if he weren’t a hair’s breadth away from being skewered, he curiously reaches out to pat the air in front of him. Josie puts an end to his inappropriately timed investigation, however. Hauled behind her, Stiles peers over her head at the boar warily. ]

Only my charm and wit, [ he replies cheekily, because it’s the truth. ] I’ll totally owe you one if you save my bacon. My bacon. Not his. Its. Hers? The pig thing's.

[polydeukes]

[Well. Great.]

I mean. I can try.

[She only has so much magic left, and only a few big money spells. Maybe if Hope or Landon were nearby she might stand a better chance but for now, she's going to have to wing it.]

What do you think the odds are it's fireproof?

[mensrea]

This apparently being hell? [ There’s a note of doubt in his voice, despite what he’s seen thus far; Stiles is a skeptic. ] Probably pretty high. Unless Satan likes ham. And irony.

[ A cursory glance around the area doesn’t reveal to him anything that could possibly aid them. Maybe if they climbed the stable, they could get out of harm’s way…? It’s worth a shot, at least. With that in mind, Stiles begins to edge over to the building slowly, hands outstretched to feel for the wall or barrier that prevented the boar from reaching them. ]

Can you climb?

ii

[thevelmster]

[Velma has somehow managed to skirt the butchering duty, but she still needed to pop in to grab something to eat finally that day. It's a very poorly timed visit, a miscalculation on her part combined with bad luck in stepping into the doorway just as Stiles appeared and promptly vomited.

Another unlucky circumstance? Her eye level is closer to the gore across his hoodie level than she'd prefer, but given the fact that she's nearly drowned in a pool of blood and seen someone eat fried baby meat, this look he has going doesn't phase her so much. The vomit, however, has her take a cautious step backwards.]

You look... [Unsanitary.] Not okay. [She looks him over again mildly disgusted but far more empathetic.] Perhaps it's time to duck out and clean yourself up?

[mensrea]

[ The unexpected compassion has him glancing down at her with a quietly grateful look, though he seems reluctant to actually take her advice. Beyond him, a demon watches coldly, butcher knife in hand, and waits for him to return to work. While Stiles normally would be the type to flip the bird to anyone trying to wrangle him into work he didn’t want to do, he knows better now than to test the temper of his overseer. ]

I don’t think these guys understand “break” unless it involves grinding the bones in my hand to a pulp.

[thevelmster]

[Velma glances past Stiles at the demon, and unfortunately it's not one of the one's she's friendly with at the library. She does try and be nice to the demons, or at least polite. The whole sinners in a demon petting zoo was terrible, but so was the lot of them getting butchered mercilessly when they were just following orders. Crappy orders, but she's learned it's about finding the silver lining here in Hell.]

Well I wouldn't want you touching the food I might end up eating.

[Carefully, she touches what might be the only clean spot on his arm before smiling nervously over at the overseer. Follow her lead and hopefully she'll get him out of this? Worst case he's no longer alone.]

Hello, sir? This person's clearly a biohazard. If this meat is as valuable as he stated, then it needs to be handled without contamination.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles does his best not to appear too hopeful as Velma states her client’s case. The demon, with a disgusted noise, waves them off with a clawed hand – clearly done babysitting the human with the weak constitution. Some of the color returning to his cheeks already in response, Stiles shoves open the doors with his shoulder and tugs Velma out of the kitchens after him. ]

Dude! Nice going. You’re officially my new lawyer in this place.

[ In the lobby, he pulls the hoodie off with blood-stained fingertips; the plain, black crew-neck t-shirt underneath remains clean, at least. ]

You were probably looking for food, right? Sorry. I don’t think you should go back in there for a while. Unless you want to be drafted into picking up where I left off.

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[inclinatory]

Oh fuck.

[ He turns to shove Stiles back, then out of the way as the boar charged, throwing himself the opposite direction as it rushes past them. ]

Seriously?! Did you really think a bat would be the best thing? [ Adam grabs a rock, which honestly isn't much better, and tosses it at the demon, aiming for its eye. The only upside to losing part of his arm from the elbow down was that he didn't lose his dominant hand.

Didn't make aiming easier though. ]

Do you have anything else?

[mensrea]

[ The shove knocks him just out of the way, with Stiles windmilling his arms wildly to keep upright. Said baseball bat is still being clutched desperately in one hand, ruined though it may be. ]

I woke up with it! [ he snaps defensively, readjusting his stance to keep the boar in sight. ] It’s better than nothing!

[ Adam’s aim is true; the rock nails the pig beast in the eye, eliciting an unearthly screech of pain from the boar as it kicks its back legs in response. For the moment, it appears to be distracted. Stiles, sucking in a breath, musters his courage and approaches. When it scents him, it whips around to turn a bloodied, gouged out eye on him – and he strikes, bringing the baseball bat down on its head with as much force as he’s capable of.

And, naturally, the baseball bat breaks off into a hundred useless pieces, leaving only the shattered handle in his grip. ]

Oh, [ comes his intelligent remark. ] Well. Damn.

[ The boar is not impressed. ]

iii.

[ghostlocked]

[Club Penance is not Harlan's kind of scene, either. He shows up just because it's a thing to do, and though he's like negative percent interested in the rave, it seems best to get a feel for the place. What kind of shenanigans do these demons pull? He's only gonna find out by diving into the thick of it.

He is super not about to partake in the shady back alley drinks that seem to be making everyone else go all kinds of haywire, so instead he's spending his time at the normal bar when he accidentally makes eye contact with Stiles. Aw, fuck. The kid's young and clearly out of his depth, and honestly, it's not like Harlan would be doing any better in his position. Of course he has to intervene, how could he not, but also, fuck, man. He doesn't want to be involved in your shitty life choices!

He drags himself off the bar stool with a big petulant sigh, and a few seconds later, he's yanking Stiles out of the incubi's reach by the back of his shirt.]

Hey, fuck off.

[Even without his magic, he's never had a problem with intimidation. He's a small dude, but it's all about sounding like you mean it.

But he is absolutely not throwing hands for you, kiddo! He drags Stiles off before the demon has a chance to intimidate him back, only letting go of his shirt when they've made it to a quieter corner of the club.]

You okay? What the hell did you drink?

[mensrea]

[ Heaving a sigh of relief despite the relative manhandling, Stiles thanks the stranger with an intensely grateful look. It’s not often that he needs help dealing with people – his mouth is usually running a mile a minute, fast enough to deter most – but it’s his first day in Hell and he’s blatantly in over his head. Stiles confirms this moments later in his explanation. ]

Dude, I don’t even remember. I promised myself I wouldn’t even drink anything, but then this demon shows up with these huge –

[ A lewd gesture to his chest. At the end of the day, Stiles Stilinski is just a hormonal teenage boy. ]

– and next thing I know, demons are crawling all over me, telling me nasty shit like that one Ying Yang Twins song.

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan grimaces hard. There's so much he hates about this place already.]

You seriously don't remember?

[He's skeptical, but mostly because he desperately wants it to be untrue. Hell is going to be a thousand times more miserable for him if he can't even trust his own vigilance.

But the tiddies thing clicks after a moment and he sighs. Right, most people are horny on main, or at least comparatively. Especially teenagers.]

Or were you just "distracted"?

[He could stand to take it down a notch or two in terms of sass, but... he doesn't wanna!]

[mensrea]

Listen, buddy.

[ Have a finger pointing imperiously at your chest, Harlan. ]

…They were impressive, okay? It’s easy to judge when you haven’t been face-to-chest with a succubus from Hell’s Playboy Mansion. Don’t blame me. I’m young and innocent.

[ Seventeen is still a minor, after all! ]

It was purple, [ he adds suddenly, a little abashed, because now that he’s trying to recall the drink color he realizes that he totally can remember. ] But that’s all I know. Uh, the drink. Not the boobs. Those were like caramel. A smooth, buttery caramel…

[ Wow, tiddies are amazing. ]

ii.

[bestfuneralever]

Maybe it says a lot about Klaus and his life that this doesn't bother him like it has done some other people. But you try growing up with a brother who had Eldritch horrors living in his stomach that killed in the most brutal of ways. He watched that shit happen, like, all the time (until Ben died). That, combined with being forever haunted by people in their most gruesome, gory moments of death for his entire life, make his squick factor a little higher than others. "OH--!" He manages to jump out of the way just in time to miss the major emptying of the guy's stomach contents, but a bit still manages to get on his shoes. "Aw, gross, man. What the fuck." He doesn't actually sound that mad, just kind of put out because... ew, there's puke on his shoes now. He kind of kicks one foot in the opposite direction of where they are, he doesn't care to know where the bits landed. "Are you okay, kid?" He turns back toward him-- he looks like, maybe eighteen at most-- as he seems to be going for a second round.

[mensrea]

[ After dry retching the second time, stomach too empty to offer anything except bile, he glances up at the man with watering eyes and nods stiffly – even though he is very obviously not okay. Stiles may have seen some messed up shit in Beacon Hills, including the kills of his ex-girlfriend’s psycho mom, but nothing has prepared him to peel apart an animal bit by fatty bit. The demon overseer even made him manually scoop out the creature’s insides with his own hands. He won’t be surprised if this leads to some kind of Lady Macbeth-esque complex with washing. ]

Sorry, urgh… [ Grimacing, he tries again. ] Sorry about your shoes, dude. Wasn’t aiming for them, promise.

[ Behind him, the demon overseer makes a comment about Stiles having solicited the help of a newcomer, clearly indicating Klaus, and then impatiently beckons the two of them over to the table where the partially processed boar lies waiting. ]

[bestfuneralever]

"Ehh, it's fiiine." He drawls out, waving a hand dismissively. Sure, it's his only pair of shoes so far, but... he can clean them later. They've got all kinds of shit all over them anyway, right? Right. He shoots the demon a sideways glance and curls his lip in distaste. He may not be as squeamish about the blood and viscera, but that doesn't mean he likes this punishment. Job. Thing. Whatever it is. "I always thought living in a hotel would be super cushy and awesome, this is the opposite of that." He whines, begrudgingly wandering back over toward the table. "Just-- don't think about it." he advises the kid, glancing over at him as they have to go back to work. "And breathe through your mouth."

[mensrea]

[ Suppressing the faint guilt he feels at having inadvertently dragged someone else into this mess (mostly, he’s just relieved not to be alone anymore), Stiles reluctantly returns to the table. The advice from the other man is solid, though it seems almost impossible to heed as he stares into the boar’s black, beady eyes. There’s no way he can turn his thoughts off, or even redirect his mind to something safer; Stiles simply isn’t wired to do so. With a shudder, he breathes in through his mouth and does as the demon instructs, sliding his hand back inside the open slit cut through the pig’s belly to scoop out more entrails. His stomach flip flops. ]

Talk, [ he says suddenly, glancing at the stranger pleadingly. ] About anything. Sports. I’ll even talk about sports at this point. Man, those San Jose Giants, huh? They…I have no idea, I know nothing about sports. Lacrosse. You ever play lacrosse?

i

[playswithherfood]

[This is absolutely not her type of fight, but it is a fight and she's not one to lay down and die, even in Hell. It's taken a bit of adjusting to battle large, raging beasts rather than people, but she's a quick and nimble, a fast learner with a knack for making enemies bleed.

A bat, really?

Well to each their own. Thankfully, the boar is focused entirely on Stiles.]

Stay there.

[Not that she expects him to listen, more be entirely confused by her order, but in the time it takes him to complain, she's closed the distance between her and the boar from it's blind spot. A flash of leg and metal later and it's head is mostly severed, enough to do the job. She smiles at him.]

You should have something other than a bat.

[mensrea]

[ Naturally, Stiles is not about to listen to a total stranger tell him to stay put when there’s a boar more than ready to turn him into a human piñata. Or a human umbrella. Now that’s a mental image. With a shudder, he’s preparing to bolt when the young woman waltzes up to the beast on prosthetic legs – whoa – and casually cuts through its head with one said leg like a knife slicing through butter. What the fuck did he just witness. Stiles can’t decide if he’s terrified or vaguely turned on. Both? Both. ]

Wh-wh… You…

[ Sorry, Gazelle. He’s been rendered speechless. Maybe some people would be deeply disturbed by the violent potential of her prosthetics. Stiles is simply starry-eyed in wonder. ]

Dude, that was so badass!

[ Though he gives the boar’s corpse a good prodding with the baseball bat to ensure that it’s dead (it is), most of his attention is reserved for the dangerous woman before him. ]

[playswithherfood]

[Look she need the boar's target not to run off and alter the trajectory of her target. Thankfully, this one doesn't get too far off course and the swing of her leg is successful. Not as clean as she prefers, but she usually doesn't fight big monsters.

At his stuttering, her eyebrows lift and her lip quirks in amusement, her eyes flicking over him in observation, or maybe perusal.]

You need a better weapon.

[Unfortunately, she has none to offer him. Glancing at the monster, she gives a precise kick and lops off one of the violent looking horn protrusions.]

I have heard it is poisonous, but if you are creative maybe you can use it with your broken bat.

ii

[doggish]

[This is, like, the worst time to have bare feet. Just an FYI. Fenris despises shoes, but in this precise moment, they might have actually come in handy. But alas, here they are, and Fenris skitters back, toes curling as his expression twists in disgust.

Without another word, he grabs the boy by the arm and marches them both outside, where the stench of animal blood isn't quite so thick. There's no gore there either, which ought to help. And Stiles can dry-heave to his satisfaction, which Fenris suspects he'll have to do at least twice more.]

Breathe. Only focus on breathing.

[mensrea]

[ The demon overseer’s protest is cut short as the door swings shut behind them, separating Stiles from a cruel tongue lashing. Pulse pounding loudly in his ears, he barely even notices the change in scenery; as Fenris predicts, he dry heaves again in-between grateful gulps of relatively cleaner air, if it can be said that any air in Hell is clean. After the episode, he finally looks up and squints at his savior…and then his savior’s pointed ears. ]

First time meeting an elf, [ he rasps, trying for humor desperately to take his mind off his previous task in the kitchen, ] and I hurl all over his feet. Ugh. Sorry about that, dude.

[doggish]

Mm.

[He is not happy about that bit, but on the other hand:]

This is not the first time a human has vomited at my feet, unfortunately. I'll survive.

Have you never seen gore before?

[It's not that he's unimpressed, but rather truly asking.]