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TDM #16


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« « « 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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biscuity: ❚ season one. (pic#14631093)

[personal profile] biscuity 2021-03-01 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does recognize that look, yet there's still a part of her that wants to press for information, feeling like it's the only way she'll have her feet solidly beneath her in this place. But Magnus doesn't know her — not as anything more than a girl whose mother wanted her memories erased. And while they're not as close as her and Izzy, or her and Jace, it's still discomforting to have to start over again.

Wrapping her arms around her abdomen as she listens, Clary's brow furrows, frown deepening the more he speaks. ]
So, what, we just sit back and let them do this? [ Even with her voice still pitched low, she doesn't hide the way she gestures with a tilt of her head towards the nearby Submissives shivering in their paper gowns. ] Let them mess with us?

Magnus— [ Whether they were listening in this whole time or just now noticed two Dominants conversing in hushed tones, a couple of SIN guards look in their direction. One catches Clary's gaze as she's looking back towards Magnus, the stern expression on his face making whatever else she was going to say get stuck somewhere behind her teeth.

Muttered beneath her breath, more to herself than him, ]
This is ridiculous.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟬𝟵𝟳)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-03-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ she knew she was never going to be easy, and somehow she should have expected that reacted, pressing her lips together before sighing through her nose, turning her head down with eyes closed as she tries to push herself through this.

raising her head again, she shakes it, biting at the inside of her lip. ]


What do you want to do, Marcos? You want to talk about the Underground? You want to talk about the Inner Circle? Because none of it is here. And neither is Dawn.

[ she hadn't wanted to bring up their daughter, but if he's going to play up that pouty attitude at her, he leaves her no choice. ]

Arguing about any of it here isn't going to make a difference while we're stuck in this place. We're helping no one by being here right now.
betterworld: ᱬ end game. ❚ (Default)

[personal profile] betterworld 2021-03-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ That hits Wanda in a way she doesn't expect, the idea that there could be so many out there and no one even knows it. Her own home could be like that, too; people like her in hiding, afraid to show what they are. Some of them probably because they've seen the reactions to what the Avengers have done. What she has done. ]

Is there a reason so many of you are in hiding?
Others that I've spoken to seemed as well known in their worlds as my team is back home.


[ The broken pieces of her team, anyway. ]
talkscrap: (getting sweaty)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-03-01 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't!" It comes out a little defensive, but he can't help it; he really doesn't want to just do nothing. He feels kind of bad for how little he's doing as it is - and if that's not entirely reasonable, well, that's how he feels all the same.

So, he knows what to do now, and he's definitely willing. It's just kind of weird when he's not exactly an expert... and then there's alien anatomy... but then, maybe that actually makes it easier..? (Why is he wasting time thinking about this stuff in the first place?!)

With Luxaela sitting, at least the height difference is mostly taken care of. Aoba strokes himself a little, making sure he's fully hard, as he positions himself closer to Luxaela's opening. The size of the man (er, alien) still makes this kind of weird, but... definitely not in a bad way. And it definitely looks wet enough in there... Pressing up against Luxaela's opening isn't so bad; the rest should be fine, then? It's just, somehow this feels like such a big deal, and like no big deal at the same time.

"Here I come..." Yeah, that's definitely a sexy thing to say, in the way that it isn't. But he couldn't bring himself to not at least say something.

With that, he adds a little pressure, trying not to force anything too fast.
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-03-01 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Luxaela almost clenches from anticipation, shivering when that organ nudges against him. He feels it against his rim and along the lower half of his coil. Even if the warning isn't the sexiest thing around, it's appreciated, especially as he gathers the concentration to coax his muscles into relaxing.

Aoba's cock starts to slide in, his vent and coil twitching a little at the sensation of being both frotted and entered at the same time. His teeth chatter slightly from the giddy chills that hit him, and he groans as he starts to get used to it.

Luxaela's coil is hot and slippery, and his vent is soft and ridged, lined with countless soft nubs. It's a tighter fit than usual thanks to the coil in the way, even more so when it keeps trying to wriggle and thrust at the same time, but it's an easy enough fit thanks to how wet the alien is.

For a moment, Luxaela's vision is sightless as he focuses more inward than outward, thighs trembling as he hits another softer orgasmic wave, voice keening softly as he forces himself to keep from crying out louder. It definitely feels even wetter inside of Luxaela's vent, the slightest movement making incredibly lewd, audible sounds.

Instead, he gently wraps his legs around Aoba's waist, though there's a bit much of it thanks to his height.

"H--Haha, see? You fit..."
talkscrap: (panting)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-03-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
Aoba may not be the most experienced, but he's pretty sure that a lot of things about Luxaela's opening are very different from what a human's would be - which should come as no surprise, considering how different his dick was, but it's still an intense thing to feel. Luxaela's coil still trying to go crazy next to him is almost enough to send him over the edge all by itself, but thankfully he did just come already, and that saves him from an embarrassingly quick finish.

Slowly but steadily pressing inside, Aoba focuses on his breathing, trying to cling to something, anything, that isn't this intense overload of sensations.

"Of -... Of course." How much 'of course' applies in this situation is up for discussion, really, but he said what he said. "You're huge..." So it would be weirder if the smaller Aoba didn't fit, if what he's trying to say, even if their anatomy is different enough that literally anything is possible.

Another deep breath, and he pulls his hips back a little, in so far as Luxaela's legs allow - but how oversized they are compared to Aoba may actually give Aoba more space to move, here - before thrusting in again. He's still sort of careful, in part because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt Luxaela, and in part because... well, he doesn't want to come already! But even if he's not exactly pounding hard and fast, here, he's starting a steady pace, his breathing already shaky.
biolightning: (hair flip)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-03-01 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
Given his very long legs, there's plenty of room for Aoba to pull out entirely, if he wants to.

He giggles at the "you're huge" comment, dazedly looking at his partner as the latter gets situated, and falls into a pleasant rhythm. The girth of Aoba's cock rubs up against his insides without any problems, though as he suspected, it doesn't reach as deep as he's used to.

Biting his lip, he gives his hips a little shake, seeing Aoba's already shivering breaths. His fingers fidget with some of his own long hair as he stretches out a little bit where he sits, half-slouched to keep his privates exposed.

"Hey. Go at whatever pace feels best for you right now. And, mmm, if that means going slower for now, go slower."

He flashes a fanged smile.

"Let me know if you want to make out, too. I mean. If my teeth don't scare you."
cryfrustration: (65)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-03-01 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Either way," Vrenille smiles, rolling his hips and savouring the delicious tight heat of Mustang's ass, "we both win." If the other man wants to think of sex as some kind of contest, Vrenille has no objection, but for his part it isn't--even with the power play of dominance and submission, for him this encounter, at least, is less confrontational.

Without breaking rhythm he unbuttons the shirt he's still wearing, letting it fall open across his chest and hips so that he doesn't have to trouble with holding the hem out of the way and can feel the cool breath of air touch his skin as it heats with arousal and exertion. It also provides something like a minimal veil for the point where their bodies join--not really any privacy, but at least one detail that is left to the imagination of their audience. The view he has as he glances down to see himself disappearing in and out of Mustang's ass is just for him.

Clearly, the whole scenario is having its effect on Mustang as well, what with that momentary bark of something like laughter in his throat, something Vrenille takes as a sensation or thought that must have been inspired to break through. It inspires him as well:

"You ever been fucked like this before?" he asks, pace and vigour increasing, growing a little bit rough, a few degrees closer to unrelenting. "Where people could see you, watch exactly what's happening--watch you getting used?"

The scenario, for him, is an undeniable turn-on, and he's not going to try and disguise that for a moment. After all, nothing so far has indicated to him that Mustang needs or wants to be treated with kid gloves. If anything, it seems just the opposite.
alwayskayaking: (Danger! He knows he's cute!)

[personal profile] alwayskayaking 2021-03-01 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't question the sex city thing?" He grins back at Elias. Glad that the man seems to have picked up on his choice of wording. Spinning back to face forward and picking up a bit of speed. "Speaking of the sex city; you settling alright?"
military_dog: (Is that right?)

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-03-01 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
“I haven’t,” Mustang answers honestly. The scene reminds him of something out of a young man’s fantasy. Not his, but surely someone’s. Definitely Vrenille’s. “My world is very different from this one. Sex in public isn’t done. Ever.”

Roy probably should take issue at the words “being used.” Instead, they excite him. Strange how much he’s learned about himself during this single encounter. He feels Vrenille adjust his shirt behind him. What is he doing? The man’s hair tickles his back and he concludes that he’s looking down to where they’re joined and wonders distantly whether that, too, can be seen by the viewing public.

Yes! Vrenille finally lets go, thrusts stronger, rougher, closer to the way Mustang likes it. As incredible as it feels, it presents a problem: the better it is, the sooner he’ll inevitably cum. Despite cumming being the natural conclusion of fucking, he just wants...

What? What is his problem? This has little to do with winning or losing. Competition has no place in anything so intimate, so what is he trying to prove to himself? That he hasn’t gone a considerable amount of time without sex, that he’s been too busy? No, if he is honest with himself, it has everything to do with his ego -- his masculine pride.

And it might even be because he likes having to submit, as much as the idea embarrasses him. Mustang inhales an enormous breath. Alright. He can live with that.

Even knowing how ludicrous the feeling is, it seems near-impossible to overcome. Roy knows himself capable of change, of growing, but a change that significant hardly happens overnight.

He glances at the clerk to keep himself level, pausing to watch him watching Vrenille and himself. Maybe it's cheating, but he wants to experience everything the man can give and has the feeling he's still holding back. Bracing himself more fully against the mirror by flattening his hands, Mustang rocks back with each thrust, meeting Vrenille halfway. He likes the sound of their flesh slapping together, the punishing reaming his movements induce. Mustang admits he likes that he has no real say in this other than consenting.

“I take it you enjoy public sex and being watched. You know that makes you an exhibitionist.” Mustang doesn’t say it to judge the man; he just wonders how self-aware he is.
danced: that used to be mine (she lays her halo on the pillow)

cw: mentions of abuse

[personal profile] danced 2021-03-01 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's not thinking of anything either, just concentrating on how they're both moving and how he feels. his weight settles on top of her as he keeps moving, his pace increasing as he presses deeper inside her, again and again, and it doesn't feel suffocating like it has in the past, when other partners had tried to remind her of their power over her. she feels good; more importantly, she feels safe.

she kisses him back, pushing herself up on one elbow to better the angle, and runs the hand of the opposite arm through his hair as she keeps kissing him and moving with him, rocking her hips a little harder against his in wordless encouragement. ]
heliophilous: (104)

[personal profile] heliophilous 2021-03-01 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's halfway ready to apologize to her for the outburst until she mentions dawn. he feels her statement hit him like a bullet and dig in, sliding underneath his ribs to sit against his heart.

he curls his hands into fists, light seeping from from his palms but that's where the light stays. )


I wouldn't know where Dawn is, would I? It's not like you gave me a choice.

( he spits that back at her before he shakes his head. )

You can help yourself. We're not a we.

( the words are angry, he knows, coming from a place of deep hurt but he knows there's genuine too. )
heliophilous: (127)

[personal profile] heliophilous 2021-03-01 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( even if this was a choice they both made, he'll probably still apologize later because that's...just how he is. but he's not going to regret this. it feels too good and she feels too good and that's not something the hot chocolate could control. it just is.

he makes a sound of pleasure against her mouth as he continues moving, feeling the low burn in his stomach that he recognizes. but that doesn't stop him from moving harder and faster, hips pumping into hers while he tries to find her mouth for another sloppy kiss.

he grabs at the sheets of the bed, giving himself something to pull against so he can sink himself deeper into her when he thrusts in. he pants, mumbling words under his breath that won't remember later. )
the_adjutant: (With my heart on a trigger)

[personal profile] the_adjutant 2021-03-01 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be fine, Colonel.

[ Riza sinks down to sit opposite Roy, reaches out to run her hand across Black Hayate's head with a small smile. ]

I have my most loyal friend here. And you, of course. I'll manage.

[ Her tone is earnest, even a little deadpan. Of course, she's also needling him a little, just because she knows it'll get a rise out of him. It's comforting, being able to speak so frankly when she normally has to keep so much to herself. ]
military_dog: (intimidated)

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-03-01 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mustang gives Riza a sour look at the slight, instead of the smile his lips want to curl into, for no other reason than she expects it. What will he do with her, kidding him the way she does? Bantering.

Well, he can’t disappoint her. ]


You’ll be fine, huh? Looking forward to your new... status?

[ He can’t not grin, so he doesn’t try. He gifts her with one of his rare, genuine smiles. Mustang’s stomach chooses that moment to growl. Of course, it would betray him right after a risqué joke at her expense.

He cringes inwardly.

Outside merely being hungry, Roy would love nothing more than witness this woman do something as feminine and domestic as cooking a meal. It shouldn’t hurt to ask, right? ]


So. [ Mustang claps his hands together once. Awkwardly. ] Lieutenant. You wouldn’t... Would you mind cooking me something to eat?
high_warlock: (032)

[personal profile] high_warlock 2021-03-01 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels heat on the back of his neck when he notes, as well, the two SIN guards paying them more than passing attention. His smile is tight but polite as he reaches out to place his hand on her shoulder and guide her in the direction away from them. ]

Just showing her the ropes. [ He calls out to the guards as they turn and start walking. ]

They don't like it when Dominants fraternize with each other. [ Magnus does his best not to sound bitter, hurt, but, well, he can't help himself from being overly dramatic sometimes. And he is both bitter and hurt. ]

But if we're walking and talking, I think we're okay. Someone does have to show you the ropes, after all.

[ He exhales a quick sigh before he continues. ]

And I hear what you're saying and I understand. But the best we can do right now? Is protect the Submissives, care for each other and stay out of harm's way. Our opportunity will come. We've made a few strides, believe it or not, but they've been slow going. It's hard to topple a system so thoroughly entrenched.
barenakedspirit: (pic#13900371)

[personal profile] barenakedspirit 2021-03-01 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn’t ask if Lio’s sure. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t want that. Galo presses his face against Lio’s neck and bites at the skin as he buries himself inside him. The pressure and pleasure crashes as he stops fighting himself. He spills inside him with his hands squeezing Lio’s hips. He gives shallow thrusts to ride it out.

And his hand returns to Lio’s arousal and strokes him slowly. “Come on. Your turn.” He sucks on his neck. He lifts his head to scratch his teeth on the underside of his chin. Come on Lio, let go. “Let me see it.”
sphecophobic: (02)

[personal profile] sphecophobic 2021-03-01 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gansey's grasp of bondage in any practical capacity mostly centers on an accidental discovery of the fact that Adam liked ropes. The older boy had taken him back to his apartment to give him back his journal, and the visual of them against Adam's fingers still lingered. Even if he supposed it made sense- how long could you be in a place like this and not pick up some of the things they seemed to throw at people?

But this was somehow more intricate than he'd imagined. There's all these looped knots that seem mostly for flair, or to draw extra attention to the skin beneath. He pays attention half out of curiosity and half as an attempt to focus on something other than the fact that he's in his underwear in a venue that feels far more public than the boy's changing room at school.

Noah's skin is cold to the touch, so his breath catches a little when they're pulled flush. The ropes don't really allow either of them enough space to avoid touching each other, despite their best efforts. Noah's naked, Gansey's in his underwear, and they're artfully tied together and left on display. He tries not to think about it, but that of course only makes it worse.

At least he manages not to squirm.]


Hey. I'm pretty sure the other option was worse.

[There's a wry touch of humor to his voice, even if the thought of what they'd wanted him to do at the beginning isn't really amusing at all. But he's trying to make this easier for the other boy. This is definitely not what he'd had in mind for their first meeting.]
beholdings: (smirk)

[personal profile] beholdings 2021-03-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
He has him there, and Elias gives a half-smile, nodding his head as if ceding a point.

"For what little time I've been here? Well enough. The flat is adequate and work looks to be in ready enough supply. I suppose I'll figure out the . . . remaining requirements, as I go." The acknowledgment takes hardly any masquerade of blandness - for all he's historically had more on his proverbial plate than his employees could have suspected, intimate relationships haven't factored in it for some while.
betterworld: ᱬ end game. ❚ (Default)

[personal profile] betterworld 2021-03-02 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
The reaction isn't terribly surprising and if the way Wanda's lips press together as she nods, it's fairly obvious that she's just as displeased as he is. "Two years is the longest that I have heard," she says, though it's hardly any comfort. "As I understand it, if we ever return, it's like no time at all has passed at home."

She hasn't experienced it firsthand, of course, just heard stories — but since all of the other ones she's been told thus far have been true, why not that one?

"More or less." It's as good a description as any, though Wanda's not entirely sure how it works, whether it's something they put into it or just some natural property of different types of things here. "I'm not sure that any two effects are the same, but most seem to be intimate, encouraging us to meet quota or embrace our roles here. Sometimes both."
betterworld: ᱬ end game. ❚ (Default)

[personal profile] betterworld 2021-03-02 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ They won't be able to avoid windows or reflective surfaces entirely, but Wanda tries her best to steer him as safely through the streets as possible. It helps that a good portion of the buildings in the Down are not well cared for, resulting in many abandoned structures, glass broken to shards more often than not. ]

My apartment. [ Not home; if she were to refer to any place in this city as that, it would be Pietro's place in the Up. Even then, it only counts as such because her brother is there.

There's enough space without reflective surfaces now that Wanda looks over, actually meeting his gaze for the first time directly. ]
I assume you have been to the building already, considering you're not wearing the provided paper gown.

[personal profile] hisownmaster 2021-03-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam opens his mouth and closes it, not sure if he should take Gansey serious on that or not.]

Do you really... nevermind, nope, don't tell me that you really know that. Nope.

[There's a look on his face though, one that most might not recognize that but, in truth, those that know him as well as Gansey does would know that was a smile in that slight twist of his lips.

He starts heading for the tower that can be seen along the skyline.]


If you want, you can crash at our place from time to time. You can't do it too often or we might get you in trouble. I don't want to do that. The citations... [He shakes his head, looking a bit more ashen than usual.] I don't want them forcing you to be up for public use or something.

[Or himself as well.]
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[personal profile] knucklesbloody 2021-03-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Jason swallowed, breathing deep with the nails that dragged along his skin. He was an attractive man, Dick was -- both were, this -- man, this got complicated fast. Jason let out a shaking breath as he realized he'd been here, staring, far too long. Fingers pulled the strap. He swallowed. That groan permeating through him.

"They can do a lot worse. If you haven't noticed, consent isn't high on their priority list." Maybe it would matter to Dick even in this state to know that. Strap dropping free, eyes darted over toward the guards as he pulled back... trying real hard not to look. "Alright, lets go."
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[personal profile] withinreach 2021-03-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poe wasn't oblivious to the kind of thing that tended to happen in the changing rooms, that would have been likely to happen even if he wasn't in a city like this, he's gotten caught up in more than a few impulsive moments in crew locker rooms himself. He's not shy about these things either, so he's not too concerned about strolling through to find a place to sit down to take off his skates, he's not here to spectate, but he's far from scandalized at catching on occasional eyeful. And he did notice the girl sitting further down along the bench, facing away from him — it would have been hard not to, that bright red hair is especially eye-catching, but she seems absorbed in her own thoughts, to the point where he's not sure she noticed him step in at all.

That's fine. He sets to work getting his own skates off and his boots back on, and by the time he's accomplished that and glanced back over his shoulder he realizes the source of her distraction — a cup of the infamous hot chocolate in one hand, and the other obviously dipping in between her legs. He knows from very personal experience that it's hard, if not impossible, to work that off alone. He tried, it didn't exactly work.

She'd figure that out eventually on her own, maybe she already knows, but since he's sure he hasn't seen her around before it seems likely that she might be new, and maybe she's not used to these things yet. It won't hurt to find out, especially since he doesn't want to inadvertently become a voyeur when she's not into that. He starts by clearing his throat, hoping not to startle her. ]


Should I find a different bench?

[ His tone is light, not quite teasing, but not too serious either. He's not going to be offended. ]
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[personal profile] verdes 2021-03-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is exactly what she'd been hoping to avoid, even if she knows this was inevitable, that all the build up of everything she's done will be thrown back at her like this, no matter her intentions. but she'd known marcos would never fully understand the weight of her choices, not when his heart is as good as it is, when he can believe in people so much better than she can. ]

Marcos, she's safe. Isn't that what we both want? She's not here, and she's not with the Inner Circle. She is in the safest place she could be right now.

[ not that anywhere is truly safe, not with everything the way it is. but at least she'll be loved. ]

But if we don't figure this thing out, neither of us is going to see her again.