event 003: the potions

[atonementmods]

Characters: All.

When: April 1st - 30th

Where: Various locations.

Warnings: None. Please put any warnings in the comment subject if it progresses that way!

The weather will continue to be Spring-like for the rest of this month, with the occasional storm or shower here and there. Once again, all citizen's will be alerted to go to the center of Penance to see about their punishment for the month of April!

As usual, a tent has been set up with plenty of food and drink set up on tables, with another one off to the corner containing letters addressed to each citizen, along with bottles of potion for each. Each person is invited to take a bottle and either drink it now, slip it to someone else, or saved it for later.

The effects are described as being random. The person who consumes the liquid may see the ghost of someone they've harmed in the past that will follow them around, screaming their sins to all around. It mayse severe, nearly deadly pain. It may take away one of the taker's senses, whether it's sight, hearing, touch, smell, or taste, or even all of them.

If citizens would rather go another route, they are free to make use of the Sin Lounge and deliver torture or pain to each other.

For those eager for more, citizens may take as many punishments as they want during the month!

With their new letter collected, it is time for all to decide their new punishment and face it bravely!

Comments

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel lets him rest against him, quietly palming the back of his head when he does so. He isn't used to this, not from anyone, certainly not from anyone who knew who really was. But that didn't mean he minded it, or disliked it.

...in truth, he really wasn't sure what he felt about it at all.

When Ianchus pulls away, he doesn't resist that either, drawing his hand away from his head and letting him sit back.]

You're very strange.

[In his own weird way, he almost sounds affectionate when he says it.]

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus had wanted to stay that way, his face against Jezebel's chest, Jezebel's hand in his own hair, but he knows better. Don't move too fast.

Instead he sits back, leaning back on his arms, cocking a half-smile up at Jezebel. There's a pleased flush in his cheeks, though the exertion of the evening is finally hitting him.]

I suppose it's part of my charm.

[It's hard for him to hide how pleased he sounds at the words. If he were prone to shyness, he would likely be flustered.]

[delilahs_death]

[He lets out a tiny laugh at that, both at the words but also at the pleased tone and the strange, surreal situation they were in.

But still, it wasn't an unpleasant one, all the same.]

Perhaps. Though in my best attempts at not killing you, perhaps I should leave you to rest.

[He can see the exertion wearing him down, too. Even if Ianchus enjoyed the latter part of it, he'd still been tortured all evening, consensually or not.]

[vocarrah]

[It hits him that he's spent the last few hours being bound, electrocuted, then strangled, after a few weeks of doing nothing but sulking in his own mire...and finally, his mind and body catch up and he realizes how heavy everything feels. He puts a hand up to his face and rubs his eyes.]

I suppose all things must end.

[Without warning he falls back, hitting the mattress with a dull "thump", still staring up at Jezebel.]

You're quite welcome here any time, Doctor.

[Perhaps he should keep it a little cleaner.]

[delilahs_death]

I'll keep that in mind for another time.

[For the moment, he should let Ianchus sleep off everything he's had inflicted on him. Jezebel withdraws himself carefully from Ianchus, gently pulling himself away.]

Good night, then. I'm sure I'll see you soon.

[And with that he leaves, walking quietly out to the street before heading to his own house.]