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heckinmods ([personal profile] heckinmods) wrote in [community profile] heckinooc2024-03-17 09:47 am

TDM 001!!

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A) MAY I OFFER U PIE IN THIS TRYING TIME(GARDEN LEVEL)
[OOPS YOU DIED. WELCOME TO THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. If you're new here, have a sheep cherub or imp slap a "HI MY NAME IS--" sticker on you, and frantically explain "DON'T WORRY, WE'RE WORKING ON IT, WE'LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE....AT...SOME POINT..." Wack. Also, you may noticed that your body may or may not have changed. What's up with that??? Who cares, at least you have as spiffy new cell phone! You're also told you're free to take the elevators up to Heaven or down to Hell. Good luck!

In the mean time--join the garden party that's going on! Or at least, it seems like a party?? Except all they are serving is pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie. The classics. For you more Carnivorous types, there's stuff like mince pie, and...the name is smudged, but maybe don't eat that one unless you're a cannibal.

But along with a variety of normal pies, if you accidentally eat a weird pie, your character might experience the following:
Vinegar Pie - It's tasty but suddenly you're compelled to blurt out an Insult or ruthlessly tease the next person you see.
"Sweet" Potato - If you're a normally grumpy or aggro character, this pie will suddenly make you want to be more affectionate! This can be anything from wanting to hold hands or saying genuine nice things.
Humble Pie - Suddenly you feel complimenting or praising others and might downplay your own achievements, or insult yourself.

You can probably shake off the effects, but hey. Free pie!! ]



B) LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE (HELL LEVEL)
[TIME TO EXPLORE. Today in the Hell Level, the Hotel (Ho-hell? Helll-tel? Okay just Hotel) it's time for spring cleaning! Wait, didn't they just have that? An Imp says yes, but this is a different type of cleaning. Time to TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!

Which is to say, out of no where you might receive a PUNCH in the face by a local, or an imp! If the latter it's like being bapped by a sick little lamb. Still, even if a local punches you, you suddenly heal immediately? That's right, TODAY ONLY, this is a 'get into a scrap injury free' spring holiday, and you can rough house as much as you want with each other today in the Hotel, and NO DAMAGE will remain! Ever wanted to get cut in half and suddenly stitch back together? WELL TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.

If you're not into PG rated guro however, why don't you try exploring:
-The clubs! The nightlife in hell is FANTASTIC and genuinely fun!
-Games! Along with casinos galore, there are also normal arcades! Any game you can imagine, it exists.
-Or explore parts of Hell's Hotel that don't involve getting into a dogpile! ]



C) MARCH COMES IN LIKE....(HEAVEN LEVEL)
[TODAY IN HEAVEN THOUGH, there are advertisements for the ZOO!! A zoo in heaven?? Fuck yea!! But when you get there you see nothing but...........lions. And lambs. Just, everywhere. They aren't fighting though, but being super cute and soft and have tiny wings. You can pet them and pick them up--well the lambs at least. The lion might crush you. But you're dead anyway so give it a shot champ!!

Local angels explain that every 'spring' the zoo does this, and it's a sign of good fortune! You might wonder why you need good fortune in Heaven, but fuck it, when it Rome!! If you stick around long enough the zoo will change back to 'normal' and you can find other animals to gawk at.

If zoos aren't your thing though, check out heaven's:
-BEACH!! How is there an ocean and sandy white beach in the sky! Who cares, it's heaven! Beach episode time!
-Coffee shops! There are no coffee shops in hell! LIVE YOUR COFFEE AU DREAMS.
-Or just explore the Heavenly hotel in general!]


D) WILDCARD
[DO WHATEVER ELSE or send text messages on your phone!! ]


OOC NOTES:
-This TDM is open to all! For now, you do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-Post questions for the mods here
-Remember, playing in the TDM does NOT guarantee your entry or app being accepted into the game proper later down the line!
-Apps open next Sunday! Be sure to read the rules linked there and check the current taken list!
-For current players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish!
supersaver: (Nani the fuck?!)

cw: verrry mild MHA spoilers

[personal profile] supersaver 2024-04-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, yeah, they're all really awesome!! Remind me to tell you about their quirks, ehehe.

[Penny is, uhh...better than some people out there, especially during the war time, when every person was at each other's throat just trying to find shelter, food, and a safe place to stay. Many heteromorphs - that is, people who don't look fully human in terms of body shape and appearance - were turned away by shelters, or came close to being assaulted themselves. It was...a very bad time.]

Eh, fire--...w-wait, you mean in your world animals have quirks?!
darkweb: (feeling lost? think different)

i disappeared on vacation for a while sorry,

[personal profile] darkweb 2024-04-10 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think that's actually going to help, or is it just going to get you tripped up when it's different from what you expect?
darkweb: (kings forget)

im sorry i disappeared on vacation for two weeks

[personal profile] darkweb 2024-04-10 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ummm... Like a month or two? Not long enough that it has a pattern really firmly established. For some reason I didn't expect that this would just keep happening...
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NO WORRIES

[personal profile] nestingdevil 2024-04-12 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[She peels his sunglasses off his face, and all the Sin can do is laugh. Laugh that short, hot, gas-line laugh that rolls off his teeth like fog trapped behind glass. He can't deny he's enjoying himself, and it shows. His eyes go heavy under the music's pound, but it's her, all of her, that has his attention.]

[The Sin moves to press all of his chest up against her back and his lips talk into the curve of her ear.]
For everything? That's a tall order - [He teases his teeth along her skin with a light nip. No need to draw blood and ruin the whole thing; his has enough years under his belt to know that. Even when she eggs him on, dragging her nails along the back of his neck, he keeps the pace level. Beat for beat, pass for pass, if only to savor the moment.]

[And aren't the best things in the life, the most expensive things, worth being savored?]

[Greed shoves his nose into the point where her collar dips and her shoulder starts as he tries to sway her in the opposite direction.]
Yeah? I'll keep that in mind - [And then he breaks their embrace - cutting it off and unraveling it like a string pulling, pulling, pulling - ]

[When he gets them facing each other again, his knuckles find the midpoint of her spine and slowly begin to descend it, counting her bones like dollars.]
Let me answer that question first. [He pauses a little lower down and rolls his finger, trying to ease any tension (though he doubts there will be much).] The price for you is just this. You taking whatever you want, no strings, no questions. I want to see it all, lovely. You already know, I'm a pretty selfish guy.

[Across another bone he goes, and his hand spreads out to try to press her close. A crocodile's loving embrace.] And after we're done, that's up to you. If I disappointed, you get a free drink and the eyes of anyone in here. If I didn't and our friends that run the place decide to keep you around, give me a call. [Greed's eyes tick open, the slits of them turning to saucers.] Either way, it doesn't matter to me.
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[personal profile] succinainteasy 2024-04-12 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Not your thing?

[ Creepy ass deer, she hears that disappointment. She takes a few steps forward, leaning into his face with a grin. ]

I never said I gave a shit, I said I heard about it.
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Mammon | Helluva Boss | Hell-bound

[personal profile] pageantmom 2024-04-12 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
💲 GARDEN LEVEL

Oi! The fuck do you mean I'm dead? Get back here you little [HONK]!

[ There is one incredibly irritated Sin lumbering through the garden, not seeming to give a shit whether he plows into someone along the way or not. He has one thing on his mind and that's getting out of here. Time is money and right now? He has too much of one and not enough of the other, spoiler alert: it's not the one he favors most. He should be sitting in his cushy seat watching the pageant now, not having to dodge these penniless peasants. ]

Move it or lose it, kiddies, I'm not running a charity drive here. If you're looking for handouts, go one ring down and tell Oz Mammon sent ya. He's a sucker for bleeding hearts.

--

[ When he isn't barreling through the crowd, he can be found at the pie table stuffing his face with various slices of pie. One doesn't claim the honor of King of Greed without merit, he's devouring the slices of pie like he expects them to suddenly get up and walk away. Simultaneously, he's also not paying attention to what he is eating, having a particular penchant for binge eating when he's particularly irritated.

Were you going for a slice of pie just now? Well, screw you, because he snatches it up right before you can snag it. ]


The fuck you looking at?

[ That pie is about to kick in, in 3..2..1.. ]

💲 HELL LEVEL

[ After the lukewarm reception in the Garden, Mammon has found himself in the middle of what can only be called a giant imp dogpile. There's a series of faint jingling noises before the massive ball of imps are thrown clear, some even smacked by his cane, with the whole ordeal being punctuated by a frustrated and almost feral shout. ]

You stupid little [HONK]! You're at the bottom of the fuckin' totem pole! Thought you could take me on? [ While grinning at them, the three extra pairs of eyes snap open and come to life on his forehead, making him look less like a disgruntled party clown and more like a horror show as some green smoke seeps out from between his teeth. They wanted to play, eh? Twirling his cane around, he taps it sharply against the ground and leans against it. ]

Tell ya what, I'll give ya a head start, yeah?

[ No he won't. When one of them starts to wander away, Mammon disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears beside him with an arm thrown over his shoulder— like they're old pals. Their budding relationship doesn't last long, as the imp is launched through the air when he hits him with his cane.

With one hand cupped over his mouth: ]


FORE!

[ That's the only warning someone is going to get before they find themselves in the line of fire. Dodge the falling imp body or don't, he doesn't really care. ]

💲 WILDCARD

[ Feel free to spot him in Heaven too, probably trying to figure out how to sell tickets for the petting zoo. He'll think it's dumb as hell but if it makes money? He's in. If nothing else tickles your fancy, make something up! He also might (might) ask people if they've seen Fizzie, but he'll probably make it sound like he's a dog or something. Because he is.

Also, I know a lot of people aren't a fan of his favorite word, so I'll be sticking with the honk censor the series uses. For those not in the know: it's c u next Tuesday. ]
twominutes: (033)

hell.......

[personal profile] twominutes 2024-04-12 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh no.

oh no, he knows that voice.

now, fizz is a smart guy. he knows that he and beej have identical voices, so he tries not to panic.

then he looks around a corner to see WHO is knocking imps around like they're nothing, and, well.

yeah, he's getting to the panicking stage.

oz isn't here, but if mammon is here maybe oz is here? but not in line of sight. he has to get out of here before mammon sees him, is the thing. he has to get to blitzø, or maybe the cool greed, or literally anyone that can help him.

so he starts to creep. gonna get away! gonna sneak off before he's seen!

then the shadow of an imp flying through the air overtakes him and the stiff panic kicks right in so he starts to run, completely forgetting he has wings now.

jingle, jingle, jingle.

fuck.

then the imp lands in front of him and he trips over them, landing in a tangled pile of jingly twisty limbs on the ground. ]


■■■■!!!!!!!!

[ rip. ]
grumpface: (Surprised)

GARDEN LEVEL

[personal profile] grumpface 2024-04-12 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[...No way. Absolutely no way. It's Mammon. Sure, Husk never met Mammon in person, but he still knew of the deadly sin.]

♠♣♥♦, they bought YOU here, too? Those ♣♦♦♥ers really ARE incompetent.
hookersandblows: ([XD] | Every please and sin)

[personal profile] hookersandblows 2024-04-12 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hope? He's laughing. ]

Ay, mi princesa, you really think that was an apology...?

[ No... no, that definitely wasn't an apology if that smirk was anything to go by. Please ignore the thin line of drool brought about by the rush of adrenaline to his system. ]

I like getting carried away. Especially when the bitches start asking for it. That's how they learn their lesson.
bloodyrose: (Just hold that thought)

Zero Kiryuu ♦ Vampire Knight (Imeeji PGAU) ♦ Hell-bound

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2024-04-13 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
• hell •
[ Out of one Hell and into another-? Zero has to question his luck all over again. This can't possibly be Tokyo-F, but also, Hell Proper was even more wretched and cruel than what the Producers put everyone through. Which screams volumes.

This place, though? Who knows.

At least he's found a ways to blow off any frustrations— namely, shooting games at the arcade, and if not that he's at a casino. Except rather than any traditional gambling, he's busying himself with a game(s) of darts, of which there happened to be endless. Every. Single. Throw. Hits the target dead center with a heavy thwack!. He keeps stepping further and further away, maybe obscuring his vision at times, just to possibly attempt to challenge himself more (easier said than done).

Who knows? Maybe someone's betting on his skill or something. ]


• heaven •
[ What should be a beautiful, bright and hot sunny day on the beach, is instead miserable for Zero. Why is he here? How did he even get to a beach of all places? It isn't exactly the ideal place for a vampire. Sure, he doesn't burst into flames, but the combined environment hurts his eyes and fatigues him like no other. At the very least he's sitting under a very wide-brimmed umbrella.

. . .Not that it prevents the sun's intense rays from causing any exposed skin to glint and ~*sparkle*~ like fine marble. Zero thought he'd escaped this when he finally found himself at home for some time, but we can't have good things. He's prettier without Twilight Syndrome, eat your heart out Edward.

(Can he leave already???) ]


• text •
un. kiryuu

If 'Imeeji,' or 'Tokyo-F' sounds familiar to anyone, I'd like to talk.
helluvamess: (83)

[personal profile] helluvamess 2024-04-13 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
You fucking say that but I'm still here rescuing your feathered ass.

[He's... not sure how he feels about the reminder of what happened with Striker and the rescue that had almost been too late. He'd initially thought that hadn't been too big of a deal either when Stolas had first called, that it was just another attempt of the prince to get his attention. But he'd been wrong then. He's not sure he trusts it not to be wrong again now.

It's a worry that makes it hard to respond as he probably should to Stolas' flirting, and as the goetian stands, Blitzø automatically glances at the door just to be certain that it's closed and they weren't followed in here, and checks his gun is still close at hand.

There's a soft blue glow as Stolas calls on his magic and various objects around the room move, and Blitzø relaxes a little. So not completely without power then, thank fuck.]


So I guess that-- Fuck!

[The room is gone entirely and Blitzø finds himself seated on a fucking planet or something? He'd seen Stolas open portals before of course, both for I.M.P. and to show things like the moon for the festival bullshit. But this was different.]

Are we really in fucking space right now?
addickted: (Default)

text: un. angiefuzzyboots

[personal profile] addickted 2024-04-14 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
nope.

[Why did he....even respond, then.]
bloodyrose: (Before you can be turned)

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2024-04-14 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky you. Have you ever been abducted from your home world before?
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[personal profile] pageantmom 2024-04-14 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fleeing is probably the smartest thing Fizz has ever done in his life, or at least it would have been if that perfectly placed imp hadn't spoiled his escape. Like a shark having just smelled a drop of blood in the water, Mammon cranes his neck the second the sound of bells fills the air and grins. He would know that sound anywhere, one never forgets their meal ticket.

Imps who? He doesn't even bother shoving his way through the imp pile, instead opting to teleport to Fizz's location with an explosion of green and the proper fanfare. Before he can even rise to his feet, Mammon is picking him up and making a show of dusting him off like the fake, doting father that he is. To someone not in the know, it looks like he is a Good Samaritan helping some poor clumsy soul, but the clown should know better. Someone passing by even comments on how thoughtful he is for helping the boy back to his feet.

His features are already contorting to reveal his true intentions. ]


There he is! If I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were trying to run away, mate. You wouldn't run away, would you, Fizzie? Not after keepin' your fans waiting on my dime.

[ There it is: the sneer barely contained beneath the surface, his eyes flashing. ]

Where the fuck were you?
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[personal profile] pageantmom 2024-04-14 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Husk is getting A Look, because he's being awfully familiar for someone he's never seen before. Mammon narrows his eyes and looks him over, paying particular mind to the wings and his attire.

Why the fuck is an angel talking to him? ]


Good pitch but I'm still not buyin' any Girl Scout cookies from ya.
grumpface: (Explain)

[personal profile] grumpface 2024-04-14 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Husk crosses his arms.]

Ain't lookin' to sell any. Name's Husk. Supposed to be a ♠♥♣♦in' sinner demon. I work at the Hazbin Hotel under Lucifer's daughter as the bartender.

[Husk is going to try to be very wary yet respectful to this person. Mammon's a FUCKING DEADLY SIN.]
twominutes: (028)

[personal profile] twominutes 2024-04-14 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ no no no no no. fizz's limbs, stuck too extended and tangled up from the fall, mean he can't scramble out of the way fast enough before mammon just pops over and picks him up like a scruffed kitten. his limbs fix themselves once he's standing, though he does have a little wobble—from anxiety, not malfunction—before he regains himself. ]

What are you talking about, I don't—

[ wait. wait, people can come from different times to this place, right? ]

Oh, ████.

[ mammon's from before fizz quit. but... oz isn't here. isn't that a good thing? mammon made his life (worse than) hell, but he'd be even more horrible if he knew (how) fizz quit without oz here to stop him, right?

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

think fast, think fast, think fast— ]


I, uh— I died! I'm sorry Mammon, one of uh, one of my fans got into my dressing room while I was getting ready and just...

[ he makes a 'pow' sound with his mouth while miming shooting a gun at his own head. this is a totally normal lie to tell. his tail is curled so tightly around his legs that there's a little grating sound from where they're pressed too close to one another at about his knees.

why did he ever, ever think mammon had his best interests at heart? ]


And then I got stuck in Heaven, see?! [ he flicks his own halo, ha ha ha ha. ] And I couldn't leave. They still won't let me leave. I tried, I swear. I had the best act I've ever done lined up because I wanted to make you proud. And also lots of money!
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Heaven bb

[personal profile] succinainteasy 2024-04-14 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, wouldn't you know it! Verosika just so happened to travel up the elevator today with every intention of soaking up some of that sweet vitamin d when she spots an unfamiliar face. While she's no social butterfly when it comes to the people here, this is a face she would remember.

He's cute and looks about excited to be here as she was when she first showed up. What's a girl to do? She cranes her neck down to peer under the umbrella, tipping her shades so she can peer over the frames at him. Don't mind the black bikini, Zero, she really can't help herself.

When you look this good, it's a crime to hide it. ]


Wanna talk about it?
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[personal profile] pageantmom 2024-04-14 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Samoas are the fuckin' shit.

[ The censorship earns him what looks to be a raised eyebrow, but he does let him continue his explanation instead of teleporting away too soon. So, this was one of the little tyke's Make-A-Wish redemption kids.

Kids aren't his thing unless he's exploiting them, which he probably tried to do to Charlie once when she was a kiddo. Okay, maybe twice, but he doesn't babysit for free. He didn't ask for the job, it's Lucifer and Lilith's fault for leaving the toddler in his care. You try to sell headshots once and everyone loses their goddamn minds. Talk about killjoys. ]


Luci's kid's here? So, a clerical error has you batting for the other team, yeah? Tough break, moggy.

[ Unfortunately for Husk, the word "bartender" has already firmly punted him into the poor sac category. He hasn't even been here half an hour and he's already scheming towards a new venture. ]
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[personal profile] pageantmom 2024-04-14 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[ Lie better, you little shit. The only thing that saves him from Mammon catching onto the lie is the fact that he is censored.. is what he would like you to believe. With two hands still firmly planted on his shoulders, he looks down at him like he just grew a second head. His grip on him is also tightening, fingers digging into the juncture between the prosthetics and the scar tissue. ]

Who told ya you could die?! [ .. yeah, Mammon, because people have a say in shit like this. ] Who did it? Fuckin' little [ HONK ]! Who's gonna headline now? Dead Fizzie's aren't gonna sell for shit. I mean, maybe there's a necro market, I dunno. We can tap into that later.

[ Yep. Not once does he ever show any sympathy for this supposed death, he is much more concerned with how the business scales are going to tip following this bombshell. After crunching the numbers, because he is so good at math, one hand pats one of Fizz's shoulders. If anyone else had done it, it might have been a comforting gesture. ]

You're dead there, not here, my boy! [ And now he's getting hugged rather forcefully as he continues to rattle on about these newfound plans. ] A venue, a few hungry bums willing to work for scraps. It's your bog standard now but think of the fans, Fizzie, they're gonna love ya! Show 'em the act the fans paid for; nothing would make me prouder. [ Read: richer. ]

What d'ya say?
twominutes: (029)

[personal profile] twominutes 2024-04-14 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ the grip on him hurts, feels like with any more pressure his arms might pop right off and then he really would be fully at mammon's mercies. his right arm sparks at that juncture, in fact, so close to the joint he can feel the jolt of pain from that too.

Every ounce, every drop of freedom that fizz ever felt after quitting is pouring out of him and he wants to sink into the ground, to disappear forever, and every word mammon says makes it worse and worse. he's not surprised mammon won't even let him rest while he's dead, but it still stings.

he doesn't say anything at all because his breathing is catching over and over, speeding up, dragging him right into a full-blown panic attack—until mammon says what d'ya say and it stops abruptly as something in him snaps.

his breathing evens out, he squares his shoulders, and he tilts his head, a faint jingle from his hat a harbinger for what comes next. in fact, he even sneers. ]


No.

[ that's it. just the one word.

what's mammon gonna do, kill him again? and if so, sure! people don't stay dead here, and even dying (over and over, probably) is preferable to what mammon is suggesting.

so he stands his ground. ]
grumpface: (Irked)

[personal profile] grumpface 2024-04-14 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's worse than that. When you find the elevators here, you're allowed to go straight to this place's heaven if you want to. I'm allowed to go straight to this place's hell. The whole system here is barely functional.
addickted: ([:|] uhhhh idfk)

[personal profile] addickted 2024-04-15 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
what like by aliens or some shit?
nah
just died
which kinda feels like the same thing.
bloodyrose: (They only tell us all the sad things)

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2024-04-15 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
A different death from what we were told here. . .?

[ Which frankly he doesn't believe. ]

Maybe I'm some one-off or whatever. This is my second time waking up in a world other than my own.
introveert: (penny5)

[personal profile] introveert 2024-04-15 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
I guess they decided to take the introverts, huh? Hi, Kieran.

... Yeah, I don't blame you. I'm kind of in the same panicking boat. Also what's the deal with going to hell?!