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TEST DRIVE MEME #15
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.
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:
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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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.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.
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.
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.
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Were you ever on my team?
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[ So is he.
Ire and impatience set his feet into motion without answering. The question was laughable. Was Jason ever a part of the team? There were only a few places assfuck could probably be right now so Todd went to checking them--including the areas that only birds really hung out in--and if Grayson wasn't in any of those, he'd find a way to milk the guy's room number out of someone.
Regardless where Dick had been found, he found him. There he was. Dick fucking Grayson. Had some skeletons in your closet, buddy? Threw a few too many punches well after the enemy was down for the count? And to think he'd been so enamored by the guy once. Fuck. Studied his moves. Craved to be just as good, just as strong, as quick, as agile. The boy wonder, man. ]
Was [ Punctual and flat. Head canted to the side. ] But then you dropped me from a fucking building.
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heβs a couple of beers in and a few acquaintances deep before a familiar voice has him whipping around to stare wide-eyed over his shoulder. no. nonono. jasonβs been through enough shit to end up here. the shock rising from the pit of his stomach twists dreadfully with confusion from jasonβs words. he pushes out of his seat, brows knitted together with a hand that half-reaches and pauses mid-air. ]
Jason? [ a mountain of questions and the only thing that makes sense is that username. of course. ] What the hell are you talking about? How are youβAre you alright? [ real concern, real care, lining the surprise in his voice. they hadnβt exactly parted on the best of terms and this was the last place he had expected to reconcile. because thatβs whatβs going to happen, right? reconciliation. ]
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[ Jason looked... You know, like Jason. A little more rough around the edges than Dick had ever known him to be. It was a strange irony that his face managed to stay mostly bruise free while he was Robin. A fact that had nothing to do with doing less stupid shit, he'll mind. Having Batman around helped, probably. Barely remembered what that felt like though. The longer Todd was here, the more he thought about it, the less he cared. Bruce ditched him. That was the reality of it, wasn't it? Passed him on to Dick and masked it as permission. Jason, the fucking idiot that he was, bought it. And it got him killed, too. Cool.
That was always his fate. Death. Granted, it was everyone's fate. A kid like him, though? Wasn't meant to live long. There was dirt priced higher than he was worth. He knew that. He knew that. Clung to uniform as the one last symbol of his ability to be fucking worth something. To do more.
His jaw clenched. Head canted to the side as if in warning. Oh, Dick. Stopping your reach half-way out was a really smart move. Jason wasn't sure what would have happened. Maybe he'd just fucking break your arm. Who could tell, really. When he was feeling this twitchy; this overwhelmed. It was almost palpable but contrary to popular beliefs, the kid could act when he wanted to. When he felt like he had to. Hide it. Trample it down. ]
What, you already wash your hands from it? How can I make this more clear-- [ a pause, if somewhat dramatic. ] --Oh, I know: you dropped me from a fucking building. It's cool man, I get it. I'm a pain in the ass. It's fine. But cut the concerned shit, Dick. It was pretty fucking obvious you didn't want me around before that.
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It's time to stop. I was trying to save you. Look, I know, alright? Maybe I shouldβve come sooner, but I wasnβt trying to get rid of you. [ annoyance sneaks into his voice, annoyance at having to explain this, that jason even thinks otherwise in the first place. he has to take a slightly slower breath, mouth drawing tight as he stretches out his patience. his hands fold into the pockets of his jacket as his chin tips down, jaw tight. his eyes are wary, wondering why jasonβs trying to pick this fight. ] Conner was there, right? You were fine in the end. [ as fine as free-falling fifty storeys could be. a few steady paces brings him closer to jason where he can more easily see the youthful face a little rougher for wear. jason's maybe lost a bit of his shine. itβs been a while since dick has seen him up close and itβs hard to say whether preparing to jump from a ledge of a building or being in hell is the culprit. ]
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β¨ Okay, there were several fucking things wrong with everything happening right now. Who the fuck was Connor? He was okay? The fuck did that mean? Also, is anyone ever okay falling that far even if they fucking survived it somehow? Also this shit started way before it ended with Deathstroke and the very fact that Dick couldn't fucking see that proved his point. It took a whole lot of restraint to not get right up into the man's face as if Jason hadn't learned a single thing from the last time he tried to take a swing at the asshole. Luckily it seemed like Grayson thought it was a good idea to mosey on forward himself. Not Todd's problem if his fist accidentally finds the man's jaw then, right? β©
β¨ Eyes narrowed at the words. β© Mm, yeah. Drama. β¨ A scoff. β© Wow, Dick. Sure am fucking sorry for it. β¨ Alright then, asshole. He'll close the gap. Get real close. Eyes stared into the other man's unflinching as he spoke, cooly: β© And here we are again. Isn't this nostalgic? β¨A beat. β© I'm not, by the way. Sorry. In case you were wondering.
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he stands steady as jason pushes into his face, insistent and sharp and all hard, cutting words. sure, it's always gotten to him. jason's been digging under his skin ever since he showed up and announced that he was robin 2.0, but dick keeps it all off his face and doesn't budge an inch more than the flex in his jaw. nostalgic, maybe, but the situation is completely different. dick isn't half as wound up as he was the last time jason tried this and at least this time, jason's bristling over something that he actually has a right to care about. ]
I wasn't. I know you're not sorry, I told you, I'm not looking for you to be sorry. It's not your fault, I told you that already. [ his eyes are wary, narrowing just as jason's does, aware of his every millimetre shift, ready for any sudden movements. if anything, he's sorry--still sorry, sorry even after coming clean and checking himself into jail, sorry after the whole team came back and jason didn't. he tips his head back, chin nudging up as his eyes narrow.
but he apologized once. he told jason before he told anyone else, tried to trade his life for jason's and yet still, this. still, jason's petty fury tries to be the centre of his attention. so he tossed jason on the ground once, dropped him from a building once, but he stopped that last fall, hadn't he? somehow, between them, it's always about falling. ] Look, Jason. Drop it. It's in the--[ past. past. this jason is still in the past, if the fresh wound held in his eyes, staring relentlessly at him is any indication, this is a jason from the past. ]
You really believe I dropped you, don't you?
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β¨ Jason remembered that night. Remembered the cold slap of hardwood. Shocked and bruised ego. Licking his wounds, the teen reflected on two emotions. One, an insatiable need to prove himself better. Two, a rage-filled pride that he could get under Grayson's skin. Because he hid the child who always felt small behind looking tall. His chest puffed out and chin high. Fists ready to scrap at any given time. A shitty attitude hiding wound, upon wound, upon wound.
It felt good, and his whole body trembled with the ache to try again just because he wanted to. Fists were easier to deal with than the fucking mess in his head and his heart. How much it just ached; everything ached. Layer upon layer upon layer of shit that stretched well beyond any new shit Dick piled on. He'd lived an eventful sixteen or so years before Batman became a part of the picture.
Wait--wait. Brows furrowed. Wait. Let's backtrack. β©. Who the fuck is Connor?
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Conner caught you before you hit the ground. [ his hand finds Jasonβs shoulder with enough weight to ease him down. he doesnβt miss the tension underneath his palm and the way jasonβs always wound up so tight all the time, always ready to pounce. ] Conner saved your life. [ right, and that doesnβt change the fact that he really did drop jason butβ]
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β¨ Eyes glared as the palm weighed down on him β©. Fuck off, Dick. I can sit my own ass down. β¨ Punctuated with a swift swipe of his arm. The kid knocks Dick's grip away and explicitly continues standing just because. To make a fucking point no matter how petty it was, and yeah. He knew it was petty. He just couldn't--it was just how he was.
But as the words sunk in, his body slowly found its own way to the stoop nearby. Brows furrowed, working through everything he'd believed until this point. So he wasn't... dead? But then how the fuck did he get here? Maybe a different timeline? Maybe they were from the same reality but an alternate ending like a fucking choose your own adventure book. Give him a go damn break. He shook his head. β©
You still fucking dropped me. β¨ At least he could be angry about something regardless. β©
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Fine. I dropped you. [ said with not a small amount of defensiveness, gritted out between clenched teeth. there we goβdown, to the stool, where dick follows to a few steps behind and then stands in front. hands folded into his pockets now, his expression is grave as he watches jason. he sees the pinch of his brows and the confused anger storming in his eyes. jasonβs face had always been so expressive, so readable until he decided to put on an act.
but the actβs coming down now, isnβt it? he takes a slow breath, letting the defensiveness bleed away with jasonβs act. resignation takes its place.]
Iβm sorry, alright? [ he swallows hard. itβs taken him five years to admit to his secret and this jason doesnβt really need the whole thing. heβs not going to drag it out in dreary detail like he had done on the roof of the tower. ]
Deathstroke set a trap. He said heβd trade Rose for you. I tried to trade my life for both of yours but it wasnβt worth much to him. All he wanted was to make me watch you fall. [ a yielding shake of his head as his brow pinches at the memory. just another nightmare to add to the recurring one of watching his parents fall. another person he just couldnβt hold on to. ] So I did. And Iβm sorry for it.
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β¨ Jason was never particularly good with touch. He wasn't adverse to it. The opposite, actually. Craved affirmation; ached for attention; desperate to be acknowledged. Todd was the type of person who spoke through the physical realm. Tactile. Kinetic. Maybe it effected him too much. Maybe it flew in the face of what he wanted to believe; the narrative he'd built for himself. So he pushed it away. Anger was easier.
He'd find something. He always found something to be pissed off about. So tightly wound all it took was what single brush up against him and he'd launch into action. All teeth and claws. He thought he'd moved passed this. Not just this issue, this problem, but these habits. This emotional madness. He had an outlet in Gotham. A way to control the bad blood. He... didn't, here. Though he tried to. β©
Yeah, fucking duh he set a trap Dick. β¨ Well, if he wasn't gonna sit down then Jay's standing back up again. Not to get into Dick's face but because he didn't like having to look up at someone. β© The guy obviously has some issue with you. What gets me is why you couldn't just hand her over. I get you have some fucking self-righteous need to save everyone but from where I'm looking, that doesn't seem to serve you too fucking well.
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So you think youβre worth more than Rose. You seriously believe I shouldβve just handed her over? [ Dickβs jaw flexes as his chin cants up and despite himself, thereβs the angry tug of his upper lip. he shouldn'tβhe knows better. He knows how Jason must feel at this point, after falling and falling and thinking he died. But this insistence to hold onto anger, to squirm and twist and find a new thing now to be mad about. ]
Her life for yours, is that right? [ His voice is calm and low, but thereβs that warning underneath it, held in his eyes that speaks volumes about what Dick this is the right answer. ]
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β¨ Breath scoffed through his teeth. He doesn't give a shit about your gaze; your look of disapproval. Makes a point to let that be known with a sharp sizing up and cocky grin before it fell flat again. Gaze cooled into an ember. β©
You know what a dilemma is, Dick? β¨ Name punctuated. His smug expression didn't return--reminiscent of that time in the warehouse. The cold cut-throat acid spit as he dug in. β© Or, here's one. Loyalty. That in your fancy fucking vocabulary?
β¨ A laugh, full of mock and disdain. β© So you sacrificed yourself, the team fucking leader--cause what, thought you could take him on your own? Good thing Kory didn't trust your dumb ass. Man, you really are fucking stupid aren't you?
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What did you want me to do? [ It's a real question. Dick knows he's far from perfect, Dick knows Jason blames him. If Conner hadn't been there that night, if Kory hadn't been there, then things might have fallen further into disaster. Jason's words are meant to cut, but they're not untrue. ] Loyalty doesn't mean to trade a life for another. I came for you. Maybe it didn't play out how I wanted it to but--[ He's never been good enough at keeping it all hemmed back, never got to Bruce's level, so some of it leaks into his voice--the regret, the guilt, but he pushes on. ]
I wasn't about to give up on either of you.
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β¨ Jason still stands his ground but the swing doesn't come. β©
Protect the people you already had under you, Dick. No. β¨ A pause. He clarifies. β© I don't think I'm worth more than Rose. I think Rose is his daughter, dude. You don't know her, don't know what she's capable of, don't know fucking anything do you?
β¨ And he knew he wasn't the only fucking one that thought it was a bad idea. Okay, go after Deathstroke. Jason was clearly fucking fine with that. He didn't get why her, and then why try and exchange yourself with no fucking backup like it wasn't obviously a god damn trap. Grayson had to have known he was using Jason as bait, right? Like it was fucking obvious even to Jason and he wasn't the best at telling what was or wasn't traps given he also fell right the fuck into one himself. β©
Why her? If you're such a bleeding heart over kids in danger then why not the thousands of other's getting beaten half to fucking death by their parents every night? You think they're somehow less dangerous to a kid just cause they're not a fucking super soldier?
β¨ No, no there's something. He shook his head--heard that waver; felt it in his bones but the anger smoothed over any emotional bleed Jason felt. Cause he just. This was Dick Grayson. The Robin. The guy was a fucking legend and. It just. Was hard to accept, he guessed. He didn't know. Why he wanted to be so angry. So determined to be so angry.
His tone was quieter. Pale blue still squared on that face. He didn't look away for even one second. β© Nah, dude. There's something you're not telling me.
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But what made it so obvious? Was it his voice, fraying at the edges? Was it whatever Jason has been through here, sharpening his thoughts, perhapsβself-reflection, if Jason Todd was even capable of such a thing? Back home, the truth was already out in the open and perhaps thatβs why it bursts out from the seams under Jasonβs fierce gaze. Perhaps itβs self-isolation, perhaps itβs Bruce nagging in the back of his mind that makes it show.
Jasonβs rapid-fire with his questions, and each one can be explained by a single answer. His chest expands with the deep breath he takes, shoulders square as he crosses his arms.
If he had the chance to do it again, would he have told them sooner? Would he rather have suffered it sooner? In the end, the years he dragged out didnβt even matter. The anger in his eyes is dulled by guilt now. Heβs here, isnβt he? After finally deciding to get out of jail, heβs ended up in Hell. Jasonβs here too. ]
You never know your limits, do you? You just keep pushing. [ Another beat of holding Jasonβs eyes before he drops his, softer when he looks up again. What else is there to lose? Jason hadnβt heard Deathstrokeβs words. Jason had been outside the glazing, hung on the construction platform. ] It wasn't Rose that he wanted. [ His voice is steadier than he feels. ] If I did hand her over, he would have used her to bait the rest of us. He wanted me. He wanted me to suffer.
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β¨ Time was difficult to track. He'd been here for a fucking while, though. Maybe nearing five months? Something like that. Had a lot of time to think about things between all the bullshit. Self-reflection was never Jason's problem, though. Impulsivity was. And an egregiously large ego spoon fed by heaping insecurity. Vividly aware of his flaws, Jason was. Though he did have a youthful naivety to him. Did, he'd emphasize.
Dick was hard to see through. Infuriating with his perfect fucking mask and Jason knew it was fake; he knew it was phony but could never figure out what the fucking deal was. So eventually, Jay figured the deal was him. It was him. Because it was always him. Protest as he may against it. Piercing blue watched. β© If it gets you to fucking tell the truth, Dick? Yeah, I'll keep twisting the god damn knife.
β¨ Impulsive. Hot headed. Not stupid, not stupid, Dick. Just a little slower sometimes. They can't all be Mr. Fucking Perfect. He sighed. Feet stepped back and shoulder's deflated. Maybe he was going to just lay off. He looked just beyond exasperated. β© That became pretty clear, huh? You know what? Whatever, Dick. Is Rose fine?
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Yeah, sheβsβfine. Sheβs good. [ Itβs too soon to tell Jason what happened between him and Rose. He knows that look of having to handle too much, of finding things out that catches and pulls at loose ends. Thereβs quite a bit more he needs to tell Jason eventually, but having just learned he hadnβt died is most likely enough to handle at the moment. But the prickles bleed out and that much ]
You done?[ He drops down a few notches, feeling some of it drain away with the weight of Jasonβs shoulders. ] Jasonβ[ Thereβs no bite to his voice, no warning, and he doesnβt leave Jason space to follow before heβs stringing sincerity through his elaboration. ] I just wanna know how youβve been.
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β¨ The anger had temporarily settled. Grayson was exhausted. Fuck, so was he. Jason found a seat once more. Lazy hand waved over the bartender. Something harder than beer. Then, brows ebbed in. Silence as the boy thought.
If there were infinite numbers of worlds out there; the same, yet events unfolding differently... what was to say this wasn't a case of such? Maybe he had died. Maybe Connor didn't catch him. Maybe this Dick was just a little different. Different enough that his Jason was saved. Maybe this was all bullshit. The religious crap a mirage for something greater. A superpower worthy of the names they claimed.
Fingers pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. β© You still piss me off. β¨ But yeah. For now? He was done. His shoulder's slumped. β© It's been months here. How do you think I've been?
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But Jason sits and itβs with a hefty weight, exasperation strung through every ounce of his body language. Dick lets a beat drift between them as he shakes his head before folding back onto the stool he previously sat in. His beer is still on the bar, untouched. ]
I canβt read your mind--how would I know. [ His elbows find the surface of the bar as he looks down at his hands circling around the neck of the beer bottle. Thereβs no bite in his voice but itβs the knee-jerk stepping back from the vulnerability of the conversation. He shouldnβtβhe shouldnβt. ] But you look worse than when you left me. [ Gaze lifting from the beer bottle, he looks sideways at Jason. ] Have you made friends here? [ Stupid, stupid conversation but he cares too much not to ask. ]
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β¨ Jason didn't expect perfection, but sure. Yeah, okay so the kid idolized him a little... who wouldn't? Just fucking look at him. Seen this dude in a fight? He was a fucking machine. Fast, graceful, brutal. Todd spent hours studying his moves. Wanted to be the best. Wanted to be better because what kind of compliment would that be? Could you imagine? To be even better than the first Robin. Finally getting to meet him; to work with him. It still stung.
Where's his drink? Did he have a drink? Well, he does now. Stared deep into it before taking a decent swallow. Words came, but his eyes remained cast away. β© Thanks, I've been working hard on a new aesthetic. Think it really suits me.
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Nah, it makes you look older. [ Darker, angrier, more torn, more hurt. He doesn't like it. ] What is it? [ Anything in particular? A bent index lifts off his beer bottle to gesture towards Jason's drink along with a tip of his head. ] Is it all the drinks? No limits here, right? [ He remembers a time when Jason had enough space in his mind to care about the brew sitch. ]
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β¨ It was a hard thing to reconcile. The friend thing. Might come out, though. Later. When the time was right. For now...Was Dick fucking really--Jason's head turned slow, but still sharp. Eyes narrowed toward the other man, bristling with anger β© Judging me?
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I can't be sure this whole thing is real or not, but the point of it is to turn you dark. It's easy to let it.
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