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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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Uh uh. [ A finger wags back and forth in an accompanying “no.” ] You want that story? Cough up the goods on why you killed yourself. Quid quo pro, pal.
[ Listen, there’s a reason why Stiles Stilinski is in Hell – and it’s not for his impeccable tact or good manners. ]
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While he's throwing a tantrum over being asked a personal question, he's also weighing his options. Will the answer to his question benefit him in any way other than sating his curiosity? Unlikely. How bad does he want to know? Real bad. Why? Hm. Just because Stiles is taunting him with it?
...Whatever. He'll just keep thinking about it until he hears the story, anyway. He may as well trade.]
A friend of mine found out about me and I couldn't scrub her memory. It was going to fuck everything up.
[It occurs to him a beat too late that this would perhaps have been an understandable opportunity to lie.]
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Kinda sounds like karma, [ he says eventually, hands held out as he gestures to their current setting in Hell. ] Honestly, you’re going to need to help me out at some point here. Are you, like, a vigilante justice kind of serial killer? I’m thinking Dexter Morgan here. Or are you someone I should have stopped talking to twenty minutes ago?
[ There’s a distinction, for Stiles. While it may not be the best attitude for the son of a cop or someone interested in joining the FBI in the future, he firmly believes certain people deserve to die, with or without due process. ]
And so you don’t ask about it – I had to drown myself for a druidic ritual to find my dad. It worked.
[ But while he doesn’t regret it for a even a second, the surrogate sacrifice ritual opened the door to his body and mind for the Nogitsune to later possess him. Would he do it all over again, knowing how many people died because of the dark kitsune? Absolutely. Every time. ]
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It's easy enough to accept blanket responsibility, though. Having to elaborate on the details is where he tends to lose people. He hasn't found the right way to phrase it yet, he thinks. Some kind of palatable explanation has to exist.]
I'm the kind you should've stopped talking to. Sorry. Sin number two, remember? Torture.
[He shrugs, though it's more helpless than flippant. He'd prefer to save some face here, but he's not going to outright lie. That wouldn't do either of them any good.]
For the record, Dexter isn't all that true to life. Not mine, anyway. I don't fuck around with the bodies afterward, for one. Corpses are gross. And I'm not a sociopath.
[He thought he was for a while, if only because he'd always heard that murderers must be sociopaths, but then he actually met one. It's hard for Harlan to think of himself as someone worth being afraid of in the wake of James. He was so much scarier, even on the nice days. There is nothing scarier than the combination of unpredictability and power.
Although, hm. He supposes that's likely what he is to Stiles in this moment. Stiles doesn't know him, doesn't know for sure that Harlan won't go back on his word and attack him after all. There's a lot he doesn't know, which is always the problem. Hettie would always stop listening to reason before he had a chance to explain himself in full, and she did know him. She was scared of him, too. The worst part of every attempted reveal was watching that horror dawning on her.
His lips press into a hard line. He very much wants to know more about this druid ritual drowning story, but Stiles is scared of him.]
The only reason you're still talking to me is because you don't want to piss me off, right? Actually, don't answer that. I'll tell you more about what I do if you want, but I'm not holding you hostage. You can go if you're freaked out.
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Inanely, he thinks of the bloodied wrench hidden at the bottom of his duffel bag in the hotel. Stiles has never thought of it as a weapon, despite how he used it against Donovan Donati, but its weight might be comforting in this moment, he thinks. At least then he’d have something in hand to clutch every time Harlan fiddles with whatever the fuck is in his pocket – which, yes, Stiles has noticed, thanks. ]
You say that, but desecration of a corpse is on your list too, [ he points out, eyes narrowed suspiciously, thinking he must have caught Harlan in a lie finally. ] Explain that.
[ Stiles doesn’t leave. ]
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There's a point in every conversation like this where acceptance versus rejection turns black and white. There's staying, and then there's going, and there's no compromise to nestle into between them. A person doesn't ever go back on that initial choice either, no matter how much they might try to convince him otherwise. It's a decision not founded in logic or morals or loyalty, it's pure instinct, a gut reaction based on a primal fear response. Now that Harlan has forced Stiles to make that decision here and now, he's sure he has a clear trajectory for the rest of this encounter. The next part of the conversation will be about that, it's always about that, it's everything.
So when Stiles outright ignores him and instead pivots to ask about a sin that's barely a blip on Harlan's radar, it takes a moment for him to refocus. What? Everything else they've said up to this point has faded well into the background, his mind stuck in tunnel vision over this single inaction. He gave Stiles an out. Why didn't he take it? He should've taken it.
But he didn't, and some knot of heavy tension unfurls in Harlan's chest. It's uncomfortable and dizzying and hazily pleasant all at once, like snapping out of a daydream.
He stops short of unpacking the feeling further. Looking at it head-on hurts his eyes.]
Um, yeah, it's a long story.
[He swallows hard, trying to shake off the noise in his head. Focus. He buys himself another moment to catch his breath by hopping up to sit on the guardrail. Since Stiles isn't going anywhere, Harlan isn't, either.]
Some dumbass turned his wife into a rabbit or something. I'm fuzzy on the details. This friend of mine, Hettie, she's all hell-bent on solving everyone else's problems, and she's got this whole plan to build Marisol a new body. The graverobbing was part of that. I voted way the hell against it, for the record. Let's get that straight.
[Sometimes storytelling is just throwing out a list of facts and assuming the other person will find the connective tissue. This is clearly a source of annoyance for Harlan, though. He's still indignant over being outvoted.]
I only did the corpse desecration part myself because no one else would nut up. We took her eyes. Oh, and before you go all Zombie Rights on me, she wasn't coming back. She'd already resurfaced as a ghost by that point.
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The “long story” provides just enough context for Stiles to piece together what’s not said. Bottom line? Harlan’s world is batshit crazy. Magic that can alter memories, domestic rabbit feuds, soul transplants through zombie corpses – it’s insane. Honestly, it sounds like the kind of world Beacon Hills could have been if everyone knew about the supernatural. He’s suddenly relieved that that aspect of the pack’s life is under wraps from the general public. There’s too much mayhem to deal with as it is, anyway. ]
Hettie the friend you fucked things up with?
[ Stiles should mind himself when dealing with someone with Harlan’s background. Asking about such a delicate issue probably isn’t smart. He does it regardless, probing and intent. Serial killer or not, talking about Harlan’s life is easier than talking about his own, after all. ]
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So when Stiles connects the dots about Hettie, Harlan just sighs.]
Yeah. She's the best friend I've had in a long time. I don't get many of those, you know?
[He glances over at Stiles, assuming he'll sympathize given that he's hung around. If Stiles is looking for any hostility in Harlan's reaction, he won't find it. He's frustrated with himself, but more than that, he's just sad. As conflicted as his feelings are over how he ended up here, the thought of having to face her again makes this place a thousand times more appealing. At least this way, he took himself out of the equation before she could show him the extent to which she'd flipped on him.]
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Wow, shocking.
[ Stiles lingers just at the edge of where he thinks Harlan could lunge to from the man’s current position on the guardrail. He’s skittish like a horse, all figurative quivering flanks and flattened ears – and yet still here. Later, lying in bed, he’ll berate himself for the idiocy of his curiosity. ]
So, why didn’t you just kill her, then? Once the magic didn’t work, I mean.
[ It’s not a suggestion. Stiles is interrogating Harlan, question by question, trying to cut down to the meat of the man and understand who he’s dealing with. ]
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Fuck off. What the hell would that accomplish? That's not— I just said we were friends, dumbass. Hurting her would be the polar opposite of a solution.
[Although, hm, with the initial vitriol out of his system, it occurs to him that given the circumstances, Stiles question was slightly fair. Understandable, at least.
Or, well, no, it wasn't, Harlan's still irritated, but he may as well take the opportunity to elaborate further to show Stiles how fucking dumb that suggestion was.]
The only thing I cared about was keeping her around. I don't know if she was planning to turn me in or not, but even if she did, cops aren't a problem for me. I could talk my way out of it. I've been arrested a bunch of times.
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Relax. I wasn’t telling you to do it. I was just wondering why you hadn’t. [ Then, dryly: ] Sorry that I don’t know all the ins and outs of your complicated serial killer brain yet, guy-I-just-met-like-an-hour-ago.
[ Stiles rocks back and forth on his heels, deliberating. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he takes the plunge and sits down on the guardrail too – with a healthy distance instated between them. ]
Okay, so. I’ll bite. How could you talk your way outta it? How corrupt are the cops if they let an alleged murderer walk?
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He doesn't get it, but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. Better to figure it out as he goes.]
No, I mean I really can just talk my way out of shit. I'm very good at magic. Or, I guess I used to be. It's not working right down here. Don't know why.
[He waves a hand, rolling his eyes. He does not appreciate Lucifer essentially castrating him.]
Like the last time I got arrested? I—well, okay, here's a lesson in magic basics: It's tiring, and in that kind of way that sneaks up on you. It's easy to overdo it. This one time, I went a little too hard on the, y'know, murder part of things, so during the clean up I must've just straight up passed out. Next thing I know, I'm getting woken up by like six pretty pissed off cops. Rookie mistake on my part, but it happens.
The bitch of it is, you don't just regain your energy after one nap when you've overexerted like that. I had to just chill out in a holding cell for a day or so until I had enough juice to start unraveling their shit. Even then, it takes a shitload of work, since by then the murder's hit the news and lawyers are getting involved, yadda yadda. It's not like I can just walk into a police station and snap my fingers to make everyone forget about the shit they saw. I can make everyone forget about the shit they saw, but I have to do it one person at a time. Took me a fucking week to get them to release me, but by the end of it, I'd convinced them the guy killed himself. Most of his injuries were honest to god self-inflicted, anyway.
[Story time with Harlan! He never gets to talk about this stuff, which is a bummer, because he thinks that story is pretty hilarious. You gotta be able to make fun of yourself, and all.]
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Stiles fidgets, somewhat unsettled by how casually Harlan says, “the, y’know, murder part of things…” like it’s nothing. What does it mean for him, to sit here willingly and listen to this, feeling so little? The concept of magic has given him more pause than the idea that he’s chatting amiably with a murderer. Has his life really been so inundated with violence and death that this has become commonplace? Stiles thinks about the killers whom the pack has associated with as allies – Peter, Deucalion, Theo, even Derek to a degree – and realizes: Yes.
Despite this epiphany, no laughter follows Harlan’s story; Stiles is reminded of his hardworking father, struggling to solve cases that were caused by supernatural means without knowledge of that world. It makes him bitter, defensive for the cops who tried to get a murderer like Harlan off the streets, all for their efforts to be wasted by a silver tongue. But Stiles doesn’t comment on that. ]
Honest to god self-inflicted, [ he repeats slowly, licking his lips. ] Or encouraged by someone “very good at magic”…? Tell me if I’m way off the mark.
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[How infuriating that must be from the other side. Even though there's never enough evidence to link him to his murders, he'll never have the power to erase the inconsistencies completely. Getting himself out of jail is a special exception; typically, he can muddy the waters enough to prevent the authorities from connecting all of the dots, but by the time Harlan is finished with his targets, their bodies are mutilated far beyond what any sane person would be capable of doing to themselves. He's befriended detectives and medical examiners in the past, just to mine them for an expert opinion on the corpses he leaves behind, and even if he can convince them to rule the deaths as suicide, there's always some sinister cloud of doubt hovering just under the surface.
He's familiar with that sensation, the feeling that something is wrong despite your mind not allowing you to put the pieces together. This kind of magic makes logic slippery, like trying to focus on a single point in the darkness. It's only visible if you don't look directly at it. It's strange and uncomfortable and itchy, and part of him does feel a tinge of guilt in having to put others through that. The ones he's made friends with, anyway. Hettie. She cleans up after him, meticulously dismantling his crime scenes in her hazmat suit once the cops have exhausted their leads. That fog settles in on her and sticks to the inside of her skull, permanently veiling her from the truth until he decides to pick at the loose threads to reveal himself.
It's not an ideal system, but what the hell is he supposed to do? Cover his tracks the normal way, by hiding bodies and taking care not to leave evidence? That's so much extra work when he has such an incredible tool at his disposal. Ideal or not, there's no option, as far as he's concerned.]
I could be a lot worse. You won't catch me arguing I'm not a danger to society and all, but there's worse out there.
[And anyway, he's honest, and that counts for something in his mind. He knows exactly what he is. How many other murderers could say the same?
He glances over at Stiles, reminding himself he's not just waxing philosophical for his own benefit. He's never going to get over how bizarre it is to openly talk about himself. Bizarre in a good way, though, no matter how much Stiles glares and snarks at him.]
Why do you give a shit about all of this?
[It's an honest question. The insatiable curiosity goes both ways in this new friendship.]
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Maybe because I have the opportunity to watch a train wreck before the actual crash.
[ With a little “hup!” he hops off the guardrail one final time and paces a short distance away. His mouth has a habit of getting him into trouble, and Stiles doesn’t feel like sticking around to keep testing the generosity of a serial killer. ]
But now that I’ve seen the ride, I think I’ll walk instead. Thanks for butting in back at the club, dude. [ A brief pause. ] Normally, I’d say something like, “Catch you around.” Honestly though? I really hope I don’t.
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[Wow, so much for new friendships. Harlan isn't sure what he did to—well, okay. He gets it, on some level. He hurts people, and other people don't tend to appreciate that sort of thing, but still, there's no need to make it personal. He's been nothing but amiable to Stiles! He was honest! He got him out of a bad situation! He's been nice. What gives?
But he can take a hint, even if Stiles had to slap him in the face with it. He stays put on the guardrail, mouth scrunched up in a frown as he watches Stiles head off down the street. He's nursing a case of hurt feelings, but that's certainly not going to stop him from seeking out this kid in the future. A big part of friendship is forgiveness, isn't it?]