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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2021-01-10 07:56 pm
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TDM #16


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is rather cold and icy.



» » » WALKING TOUR




The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train.

City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first!

Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them.



« « « GALLERIA OF SEX


(CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)

One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves.

Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink.

Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves.

Some of the displays set up will feature:
  • Naked Submissives have been bound and posed with their bodies arched in visually pleasing positions. They are surrounded with candles burning around them and guests are invited to drip the hot wax across their bodies to add to the artwork that is their naked skin.
  • Zap your lover or the volunteers with an electrical wand and discover the way it can make the skin tingle and muscles tense in just the right place at just the right moment.
  • The image of cum dripping from a well used Submissive is considering something to appreciate visually so stations have been set up with glory holes and kneeling participants to have their faces and buttocks painted over the course of the day.
  • A variety of whips, canes and paddles have been set out next to padded benches for Submissives to bend themselves over. The marks they leave are something to be proud of.
  • No art display in Duplicity is complete without an ode to bondage, one room will be entirely devoted to participants being suspended from the ceiling, held in positions that will test their stamina and flexibility and leave the most gorgeous bruises.

We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art.

Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity.




« « « ICE TO SEE YOU


(CW: exhibitionism)

Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood.

It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that.

Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born.



« « « BLADES OF GLORY


(CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging)

In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates.

Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it.




« « « MOD & OOC NOTES


Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!




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military_dog: (What? I smile)

And you, Lieutenant.

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-02-17 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ A voice with which Roy is intimate rings familiarly in his ears. Warmth billows inside him despite the cold. Intensely concerned that she, too, is a captive of this place, he turns toward her, his precious subordinate. His queen.

Riza’s dressed in fine clothes, obviously expensive, and she looks absolutely incredible. He feels ridiculous wearing this paper dress, simultaneously thankful that she isn’t in the same position.

Despite the awkwardness of their class disparity, it’s good to see her. Very good.

A cognitive echo of her words, and had she really just referred to him as a dog? She’s right, he is or was, but she’s also pretending not to know him. He can’t decide if she senses danger other than that he’s already aware of or if she’s having a good laugh at his expense. He wants to feel indignant, but after fighting Lust and his... prior display, he’s too tired.

But, he’ll play along. At this point, he has little to lose. He lets her handle him like a horse, masking his emotions, expression as subtle as he can make it. ]


See anything you like?
talkscrap: (serious thinking)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-17 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Aoba does indeed follow, without so much as thinking about it, thus basically confirming everything Noiz suggested about him. He does rush to catch up, for what it's worth, and before long they're walking together equally.

... Actually, is that even okay? Belatedly, Aoba wonders about that, considering their different statuses. But it's not like he could lead Noiz around on a leash (much as the guy deserves it sometimes!), and a furtive look around reveals no judging looks. He breathes a quiet sigh of relief. Well... it's not like those submissive tattoos are all that obvious from a distance, are they?

"A whore-...!" Aoba cuts himself off there.... in spite of having said the 'bad' part already. "That would be terrible!" Or so he assumes?? It's not like he has experience, but being used for sex that way, especially by multitudes of strangers, seems pretty terrible to him. But what are the alternatives?

"..."

Yeah, he's thinking about it. He can't not think about it, but at the same time, he feels a little bad for doing even that much. Somehow, it feels like taking advantage of his position in the system at Noiz' expense, even though he would really only be doing it for Noiz.

Unintentionally, he slows his steps, falling behind a bit. Rather than catching up again, he stops walking altogether. "Do you want -... That's not it." Of course Noiz wouldn't want it. And he shouldn't! Who would ever want to legally belong to another person, even if only on paper. Taking a breath, Aoba tries again. "If you need a contract, I can give you one."

It's a serious offer, but he's so Extremely Serious™ about it that it almost circles back into seeming silly.
talkscrap: (calm)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-17 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I see..." Aoba feels silly, now, for jumping to conclusions the way he had, albeit tentatively. Obscene, huh? "Touching hair is definitely kind of intimate." And let's ignore his weird little personal hair quirk, really. The less said about that, the better! Still, somehow he doesn't feel so bad about it, with this stranger, who is also decidedly different, in... well, different ways.

"I never thought I'd have something in common with a giant." He smiles, though, the designation lighthearted. But it's not wrong! And Aoba doesn't know what else to call his savior's kind, so he thinks this works.

"My name's Aoba. You really saved me..." Would he have survived falling on the ice? Yeah, sure. But he's still glad that it didn't come to that, even though he feels bad for falling on his giant hair twin. He wants to make some effort to repay the guy for his help, but he's not sure how he can - until he sees the hot chocolate stand. "Oh -let me buy you a hot chocolate!"
cryfrustration: (32)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-02-17 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
There is a universe where Vrenille would have been an excellent tactician indeed; there's also a universe where he's been mentored by a tactician and groomed to take over the role himself one day. It's a rabbit hole that goes far deeper in his experience than most would guess. Maybe Mustang will hear about it someday.

At the moment, Vrenille simply receives the request with a mild expression of assessment, like a man at a business negotiation weighing what's on offer and whether he wants to accept or counter, whether the package he's being handed contains everything he's wanting.

Of course from one perspective it very much does, because he's already hard in his jeans and he certainly has every intention of fucking Mustang, and yes, the request has been as polite as you please. Compared with Mustang, however, Vrenille is a man with a lot of very regular sexual outlets, so he's not driven by the same level of near-desperate urgency. He can take his time--in fact he enjoys taking his time, drawing out the foreplay for as long as possible.

So his answer, ultimately, is a thoughtful, "Hm. Not yet."

And then, before the man has a chance to hit the roof at the refusal, Vrenille's taking Mustang's cock into his mouth, soft warm lips wrapping around the head and one hand on his hip to steady him as the other stays cupping his backside, forefinger hooked on the rounded tab at the end of the massager, currently still but ready to rock it inside him whenever he chooses.
biolightning: (cute.)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-17 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Giant.... I suppose I am, compared to humans."

His face darkens with a flush, his markings lighting up a bit brighter as well. He clears his throat and gently pats Aoba's shoulders, as if to make sure he's okay, but uncertain if he should take his hands away or not. He softens his touch in the meantime.

"Aoba. I am Luxaela, of the Ileovoth race." Fortunately, his name is pronounced in such a way that, even if there was a language barrier to contend with, his name does conform to Japanese sounds, for the most part.

"And I would greatly like some hot chocolate. Thank you."

He adjusts his touch so that he's only holding onto Aoba's elbow, but he's using careful pressure and only to offer support without hurting him.

"Will you get yourself some as well? I'd hate to be the only one enjoying it.... Unless you don't mind drinking from the same cup?"
talkscrap: (I'm awesome)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-17 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ohno he's blushing?! That's so cute! Aoba feels a sense of accomplishment that's wholly undeserved as well, like making a big guy blush is somehow a proportionately huge challenge.

It just stands to reason that such satisfaction comes with instant payback.

"T-There's no need to share the same cup!" He manages to say that fairly boldly, but his face heats up at the idea all the same. Gosh... Especially in a place like this, that would be -... Better not think about it too much, really.

Anyway, hot chocolate it is. "Let's go." Oddly enough, now that he's back on his feet, and with a clear purpose in mind - and with enough things to distract him from consciously thinking about how he must maintain his balance at all times - Aoba does pretty well at making his way to the hot chocolate stand, though he doesn't try to shake off Luxaela's support. (If he did that and then fell again, he's not sure he could ever face the guy again!)

Having gotten two cups of hot chocolate, he's incredibly happy to sit down and not have to fight for his life (sorta) anymore. Letting out a content sigh as he holds the cup close to his face - it seems a bit too hot to drink as yet, but he can still enjoy the scent and warmth! - he looks over at Luxaela again. "So... the Ileovoth?" He's a bit slow and deliberate about pronouncing the same, but he does get it right. "I've never heard of that race."
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-17 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
"We're from Paani Jaffa. A remote planet that doesn't get much sunlight. Many of us live underground, because it's easier on our eyes. We're descended from reptiles. Primarily those with lizard-like proportions."

It's not a lie, but he'd rather not risk anyone freaking out over "descendants of dragons" instead.

"We can see somewhat in the infrared, but we also developed these markings prior to that point in order to see each other in pitch darkness. And we mostly grow our hair long as a sign of a slow temper and high discipline, among other things."

He adjusts his hold on his cup, and then chances a sip. Even though it's hot, it's sweet. It's really nice, actually, and a faint smile tugs at his lips, showing a slight hint of sharp teeth. He sips some more before deciding to continue. Still, it's almost as if he can't take his mouth off of it, even if it burns his mouth (it does burn his mouth, but he doesn't care.)

"I'm actually the runt of my family. A lot of my kind reach upwards to 330cm regardless of gender."
military_dog: (What? I smile)

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-02-17 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nnn.

The heady swell of victory is almost as intense as the sensation of Vrenille’s mouth, the wet pressure surrounding him. As incredible as it all feels, Mustang finds himself a little conflicted. He’d thought he’d shoot his wad the first chance he had, but it’s as though he doesn’t want to let the other man down. It’s a considerable effort to keep it from happening; he concentrates on his breathing, and when that comes perilously close to failing him, Roy alters his tactics by replaying memories of a faraway desert he knows.

That fuckable mouth he’s in, its hot tongue curled beneath the head of his cock tempts him into pressing it just a bit deeper, as deep as he dares. As much as he wants to plunge in balls deep, he doesn’t, unwilling to cross a boundary and have Vrenille pull away from him altogether.

Hell, no. He can’t think of that, almost cumming at the idea. Mustang bites his lower lip, and when his eyes close, he envisions nights of crackling fire as it reaches to the heavens and still feels how incredibly talented the other man’s mouth can be.

It’s all rather embarrassing. He hasn’t been this randy since around seventeen, eighteen-years-old. This crazy youth, crazy world, and its crazy toys.
deadthing: (fix me now i wish you would)

[personal profile] deadthing 2021-02-17 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[When Gansey shoots him a questioning look, Noah folds in on himself a bit guiltily and mouths, 'sorry.' So that's that. He's got nothing.

He keeps his eyes on the floor as he undresses, away from Gansey and the rope guy and the room full of strangers—trying both to give Gansey a smidgen of privacy and to put off the moment where he has to really deal with what's happening. One thing at a time. He tugs off his sweater and then his fingers fumble on the buttons of his dress shirt. It takes him a few tries to get them through the holes. Under the uniform he's as pale as, well, a ghost. Thin in frame, sharp elbows, a surprising hint of definition in his stomach left over from his long-ago days on the swim team.

As he unbuckles his belt, it jingles in a way that reminds him of someone tapping a spoon on a glass before a speech. Clink-clink. Attention please, Noah Czerny has no pants on. He might be in danger of expiring from sheer awkwardness were he not already dead.

By the time his underwear joins the rest of his clothes on the floor, the Dominant with the ropes has picked out several dark blue bundles and is waiting with them in hand. He takes Noah by the shoulders and turns him, repositions him closer to Gansey. Not quite shoving, but firm in a way that discourages resistance. The man gives simple, short instructions and Noah soon finds his arms bound securely behind him, more ropes crisscrossing his torso. Throughout the process he stays very still, moving only when moved, but his gaze keeps flicking to Gansey's face and his attention is drawn somewhat helplessly toward his thoughts.]
cryfrustration: (65)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-02-17 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Though he knows Mustang's eager, Vrenille takes his time, letting his saliva gather in his mouth and wet the skin against his tongue so that it can slide easily, taking his cock gradually deeper and deeper.

He doesn't offer his throat for this--he could, but it's not the sort of thing he'd prefer to be seen doing in public given how some people might interpret the inherent yielding of that sort of act, but he does nonetheless take Mustang's shaft right to the root of his tongue before sliding back and slowly beginning to bob his head.

From the way he uses his tongue, the steady pace and rolling motion that he sets, it's probably clear that he's sucked a lot of dick. So he's not really expecting Mustang to last all that long. Given the steps they've established to get here, he wouldn't expect him to last long even if he didn't have the additional stimulation of the prostate massager. But then Vrenille starts to rock it inside of him, like a little lever, so that every time he bobs his head forward, his finger pushes up just a bit, making the head of the massager press down against the man's prostate, and every time he bobs his head back, his finger tugs pulls just slightly down, so that the lower arm angles up to press his taint.

Probably not a very fair "contest," really, but then in their ongoing power play, this is still an act of domination, even if it's one arranged with Mustang's cock in Vrenille's mouth. In the end, he's not giving Mustang a whole lot of choice about it--everything now is designed to make him cum in very short order.
military_dog: (pained)

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-02-17 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
“Damn it.” Mustang rarely curses, but sweat sheets his body between the stimulation and the PTSD his memories elicit, and he knows he can’t continue using Ishval to keep himself from ejaculating into the other man’s throat. He wants no part in a full-blown flashback and so falls back on breath control. He can think about fighting Lust should worse come to worst. When Vrenille pulls his cock in deeper and uses that expertise, he does, remembering her taunts, the way Havok screamed, the pain of being skewered by her fingernails, and huffs his breath in and out, focusing on that instead.

It’s when the prostate massager rocks back and forth, hitting that sweet spot inside him, echoed by a similar sensation at his perineum that makes his ass flex, that he drops his weight on both hands when they hit the wall above Vrenille.

If the man doesn’t want him to cum, then he shouldn’t be doing such a good job sucking him off and rocking that massager inside him so gleefully. A beat later, and a slow but virulent orgasm twists through his body, clenching Roy’s thighs, straightening his back, and his hips snap, pumping, and snap again. He can feel the contents of his balls surge through his cock, the orgasm wrapping around his spine, and he bites his tongue in lieu of crying out.

It lasts a long time. Roy’s entire body sags.

He breathes and growls good-naturedly, “Thanks, Vrenille. That was... nice.”
cryfrustration: (36)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-02-17 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Vrenille swallows mouthful after mouthful, though at moments it's a lot. If he didn't know it already, the volume and force would be enough to tell him that Mustang hasn't cum in a while. And even if he had, Vrenille knows that the way he rocks the massager as he feels the first contraction pump against his tongue, the way he presses that gland to make Mustang empty himself fully, assures that he'd be getting as big a load as the man's able to give.

He doesn't pull off the whole time, taking spurt after spurt right to the back of his tongue, throat working to swallow down the thickness, the bitter-salt taste spreading in his mouth. And he caries on sucking him right through the aftershocks, one hand coming to the base of Mustang's shaft, helping to squeeze the final drops out of him.

The long finish gives him time to swallow all the traces properly, and when he finally lets Mustang's cock slip from its temporary home between his lips, he's clean and subsiding, ready to be tucked right back into that jockstrap, which is precisely what Vrenille does with him, the prostate massager still nestled securely in its place.

Unbeknownst to them both, some shop clerk has discreetly placed a bottle of water and a little packet of wet wipes in the cubicle beside them, having apparently been and gone at some point between the blowjob's start and its finish. And of course the curtain to the changing room is still open. No one's looking their way just now, but it's not hard to guess that they would have been not long before.

Cracking open the bottle of water, Vrenille takes a swig to wash Mustang's semen down. Inevitably though, he can still feel traces of it clinging in the back of his throat. He looks, frankly, very pleased with himself.

"You're welcome. I think you needed that," he grins, a hand going to his own lap to adjust the bulge in his jeans again. He was throbbing deliciously the whole time he sucked Mustang off, but he's still got some way to go on his own much slower journey to release. "Dunno how you'd have gotten through the way I'm gonna fuck you later without it."
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟲𝟮)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
don't know if that's better or worse

how bad do the expectations get?
i've seen the brochure but it still just sounds like a b grade porn plot
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟰𝟴)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... oh. ]

yeah, who doesn't?
claws and all?

you disappeared with the rest of them.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟳𝟱)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
you mean what tricks do i have?

it varies but i'll keep it basic and say i move metal with my mind.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟬𝟭)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
a variety is better than what we have.

where do you fall on the spectrum?
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟱𝟯)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
i'll take your excitement to mean you're either a kid gawking at the zoo or you're one too.

if by openly, you mean that everyone knows we exist so we have to hide so we don't get ourselves killed? then yeah. there's a lot of us having to deal.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟬𝟯)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
do you know what they are? are you okay they exist? are you one?

the question varies depending on who's reading.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟵𝟲)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she hates how just a simple look his way could so easily tear her apart from the inside, all her tough-girl attributes sinking into nothing as all her vulnerabilities lurch up to the surface, enough to make her skin quiver in her nerves. he's always had that kind of power over her, always reframed her built exterior to force herself to be so exposed, and nothing's changed, even after everything they've been through.

this place is still a mystery, and she doesn't have the answers on how she got here or how to get out, but apparently he's here too, and ignoring that probably wasn't going to help the situation for either of them.

sliding her skates across the ice, slower than before, she glides her way closer to the edge of the rink where he stands, her eyes never leaving him even as she swallows.

she skids to a stop when she's close enough, hands wrapping around herself to grip onto her arms. ]
So, um ... they got you too, huh?
danced: (spk13988259)

[personal profile] danced 2021-02-17 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
no

sure

no. im something else


[ she knows people aren't hiding here, but no need to get specific if she doesn't need to, right? ]
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟬𝟳)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in a single look, she wouldn't recognize her, mostly because she's trying to register how she might know her personally, especially since her own name was used. but as the woman makes the clarification, the pieces immediately stitch themselves together, from the red hair and the use of names that represent something higher as much as her own "polaris" alias.

her mouth parts with the surprise, eyes widening slightly before squinting again in the confusion. ]


You're ... Jean Grey. From the X-Men.

[ it's a strange thing to say out loud when she's never met them for herself, but — a few of their names are known for the legacy they hold. the ones who originally fought for their kind before they simply disappeared. ]

Wait, how — you all left. How — how do you know me?
massrez: (XI)

[personal profile] massrez 2021-02-17 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Such is the way of things.

This place really isn't an improvement, I'm sad to say.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟳𝟱)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ most of the time, lorna would be a little more strict and selective about who's in her company (since trust happens to be a very important factor towards survival in her own world), but when she's fighting off getting frostbite on her ass, she can't exactly choose to be picky.

when the girl shows up and tosses the pink coat over her, she instantly feels the shift of warmth on her arms; it's not exactly a furnace but the better cover-up makes a notable enough difference that she even shivers again on reflex, this time just from a sense of relief at not feeling an unbearable cool breeze on her arms, even if her legs aren't facing the same kind of luck. ]


Normally, I'm more of a black leather kind of girl, but — [ she'll take pink and fuzzy for the day, fingers pinching the front to wrap it more firmly around herself. ignoring her assigned tour guide altogether since they didn't place an ounce of help, lorna gives her full attention to mysterious girl with a curious smirk. ]

So, what's this about? You just a local good Samaritan, blondie?
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟵𝟰)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-02-17 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm guessing that's code for not human.

[ well, she knows all about what "something else" means. mutant or otherwise, it's all the same — outsiders. ]

sounds like we could still join a club.
danced: (listen to the wind blow)

[personal profile] danced 2021-02-17 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
perceptivo

i wonder if there already is one