HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

[ringleaders]

Who: The people who were captured or turned.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.

GOING TO HELL↴ You don't get to see what the outside of the fortress looks like, since when you were brought here, it was either by portal or by a ritual summoning ring set up by the vampires. However, the realm is easy to get the gist of - it's about classically hell dimension as you can imagine. Lava runs throughout the fortress like water in Venice, and the architecture is smooth black and grey stone that puts a significant effort into looking imposing. Skulls, demons, suggestive nudity - it's all carved straight into the pillars, or provided via ornate tapestry. It's hot, too, though not as hot as it should realistically be while standing at the edge of a lava pool. Prisoners and freshly turned vampires will end up separated - those that have been captured will be chained in iron and locked within a great stone cell within the center of a ring of lava (as pictured above), with only narrow bridges leading across it. Those that have been turned will be unceremoniously thrown into the living areas of the other neonate vampires - which turns out to be a cavernous pit of almost-rooms where a vast quantity of newly turned vampires have been left to sort themselves out. ► IMPRISONED: The supervisors (or other captives that have made themselves exceptions) will be bound with iron and left in a large cell kept separate from the rest of the prison. At first, they'll all be locked in there together - spread around the walls of the dungeon to be kept apart from each other, but able to communicate across the gap. As time goes on, they may be pulled away for "special treatment" - whatever cruel fate the vampires end up having in mind for them, whether that be interrogation, brainwashing, or simply aimless torment. Sometimes they'll be brought back, and other times they won't. How exactly they are bound is up to you, but at the very least each prisoner should have either a collar or shackles of iron, which will rob veteran characters of most of their powers. It will be extremely uncomfortable, too. ► FORSAKEN: The newly turned vampires will be introduced to their "hazing" almost immediately - that is, they'll be mixed in with the other neonates, apparently collected from at least three different words. Most of them appear human, however, so the looks of the new arrivals may set them apart - potential in ways that may cause them difficulties. These young vampires have been dumped into a series of caverns and left to live with each other, with animals or human victims occasionally tossed in for them to feed. There is not enough blood to go around, ultimately, and the human victims are highly preferred over the animals - these means there is constant and violent competition over who gets to feed. The ideal is for the neonates to thin their own ranks, allowing the strongest and most canny to survive long enough to be accepted into the rest of the clan. You'll want to stick together - after all, vampires can feed off of each other, as well. ► MORNINGSTAR: Apparently the demon in charge of this all is a creature that calls herself "Morningstar." You won't see her long if you see her at all - the only sight of her you see is a form within a black cultist's robe, with their face concealed in shadow. Beyond her, you can continue using adult or neonates vampire NPCS to torment your characters, or ask the mods for the presence of an elder, if needed. Whatever scheme is going on here, it's clear you're just another pawn.

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[periphrasing]

The gem stares at him for a few moments longer, still panting heavily. It's definitely not a satisfactory answer, but somehow that fact has just drained the remaining fight right out of Peridot.

She collapses on her side again, momentarily overcome with nausea from the iron. After a few deep breaths, she opens her eyes and holds her claws up in front of her, staring at them dejectedly.

"My powers were useless," she mutters.

[osteothropy]

Sans doesn't immediately feel like he's much in the mood to reply, but what else is he supposed to do? She was just frustrated, he tries to tell himself. She doesn't really blame him for all of this. Does she?

Should she?

If he had a stomach in the technical sense, it'd probably be turning.

"Tell me about it," is all he can manage. A small show of commiseration.

[periphrasing]

She keeps rambling to herself, only tangentially aware of whether or not Sans is listening. "I could have gone home. My contract was up, I could have just left. But no! Instead I had to get big ideas and sign another contract so I that could learn to do something I wasn't made to do!"

[osteothropy]

Apparently he is listening, because he responds to that sentiment after a small delay. His voice is usually fairly calm, but there's a heaviness to it right now that he usually avoids showing off. Like he can't be fucked too bother with any laid back facade.

"That has nothing to do with it," he says. "Even if you were built for it you still could have failed."

[periphrasing]

Peridot shoots him A Look, and then glances back away again. "Whatever," she says sourly. "It was only an excuse to stick around because.... because Amethyst was staying. But now Amethyst doesn't want to associate with me anymore, so... So this whole thing was just completely POINTLESS!"

[osteothropy]

Okay, like... this is really the least appropriate place to be discussing your relationship problems, Peridot. But sure. Sans will bite. Mostly because that information catches him by surprise, because as far as he knew those two were still cruising along.

"...You mean she broke up with you?"

[periphrasing]

"No? I don't know. She wanted to leave before we really got to discuss--" she breaks off with an annoyed sound. "Look it doesn't matter, the point is that I could be back home safe at the barn right now, if I had just left the stupid carnival when I had the chance! Pointless. Literally ALL OF IT has been POINTLESS."

[osteothropy]

He snorts, settling back against the cell wall. "Sounds like Amethyst..."

Not that they were usually inclined to discuss feelings much, either. He's pretty sure if he pushed it that she'd leave too, though. Sucks for Peridot. He'd be more bummed about it if he wasn't coasting mostly on emotions of bitter despair at the moment.

"Did you really stay here just for a girl, though?"

[periphrasing]

"It's like I said. I stayed because I thought... If there was a way for me to get tougher, so I could be more useful and protect my friends..."

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Turns out I couldn't even protect myself. So it was a cloddy idea from its very inception."

[osteothropy]

Oh god. This is the worst kind of thing for Sans to have to talk about. Theoretically, he doesn't have to talk, but... it's too awkward, just sitting here next to her, to not say anything at all. He stares at the floor on the opposite side of the cell.

"To be fair..." Sans starts, after a befuddled pause. "The situation wasn't exactly sporting. Lotta the time... it just matters who strikes first."

[periphrasing]

Peridot doesn't think much of that notion, judging by the "tch" noise she makes in response, but that's kind of the end of her input there.

"How are we going to get out of this," she says sullenly after a moment.

[osteothropy]

There's no real good answer to that, and Sans figures Peridot doesn't actually expect there to be. Sans sure isn't the one to figure it out, anyway. He should really just admit that he's out of ideas, with this one.

"No idea," he says, after a small period of silence. He stares at the opposite wall.

"Sorry."