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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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glaringdesignflaw: (human | dramatic | but why the fuck)

Moira "Hunter" McNamara | original | submissive

[personal profile] glaringdesignflaw 2021-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Walking" Tour

The one-legged young woman in the transport chair looks pissed. It's probably related to the fact that they've taken all her things away, left her wearing nothing but a paper gown, and stranded her in a stupid chair with stupid little wheels she can't even move by herself. The LIER assigned to take her on a tour of the city will find themself on the receiving end of a narrow-eyed glare. A more perceptive person might realize that the anger is a thin veil over a great depth of terror at the situation in which she suddenly finds herself. Her knuckles are white where she grips the hand rests of the chair, and are those scratch marks in the material under her fingernails? Can't be; no human could leave marks like that. The chair must have come that way.

Her eyes flick distrustfully between the LIES official and the person being directed to take her on a tour of this strange city. Come close, and she only has one question on her mind, hissed out between gritted teeth:

"Where did they take my things?!"


Ice to See You

Later, calmer, she finds herself paused in front of a shop window, frowning curiously at her reflection. It had startled her out of the corner of her eye, not quite realizing immediately that she was seeing herself until she stopped to look. She stands leaned on her crutches, a huge shopping bag tied haphazardly to one of them, and stares into her reflection. Cocking her head curiously, she looks down at herself, plucking at the front of her jacket (too thin for how cold it is outside, but she doesn't seem bothered). Then she looks at her reflection again, blowing out a breath that's almost a laugh as her eyes seek out others as well.


Blades of Glory

"Faster!" She may not be able to skate, but she can spectate, and she's doing so enthusiastically. "Can you jump? Do a jump!"

Hunter sits perched on the edge of her seat just outside the rink, watching avidly and shouting various demands at skaters who seem like they might be capable of doing something interesting. The ever-present bag is hugged in her lap even as she avidly watches, sipping her cocoa and jiggling her leg. She's clearly itching to join them out there, but tries to satisfy herself with watching.


[OOC: Hunter is a selkie. In this form she has a mild glamour that makes her appear fully human, but those with magical senses to pierce such disguises might notice that she has unusually dark eyes, sharp teeth, and claw-like fingernails. She is also missing her left leg below the knee.]
justdorothygale: (look; crazy laugh)

[personal profile] justdorothygale 2021-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Crais is right before he even offers the advice; the man that Crichton has stopped just gives him a withering glance and steps around him like he's something dirty a dog left behind. John watches him go with a mixture of confusion and disbelief before a very familiar voice breaks into his thoughts.

It's a relief in more ways than one and he turns slowly, already grinning, the biting cold and his predicament forgotten for the moment.

"Crais! Old pal! I thought I recognised those dulcet Sebacean growls, c'mere!"

Careless of his state of undress, John opens his arms wide and moves to embrace the other man in a tight and slightly desperate hug before looping an arm around his shoulders, talking the entire time.

"No red pumps this time, huh? But how are you gonna tell me there's no place like home? Unless you're not this time, maybe you're not the Ancients come to give me another lecture in Wormhole 101! Maybe you're just a synapse misfiring 'cause my brain is shorting out and I've fried my last egg and I'm drifting out there turning bluer than Zhaan's big blue behind, you think that's it? Well, either way, get with the goods, mister, because I've had it up to here with this bull crap so I'd appreciate it if you just stepped things up a gear and we can commence with the whole "John Crichton, this was your life" bit."
toplieutenant: (Slightly amused)

[personal profile] toplieutenant 2021-01-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ so this is not a coincidence. ]

I grew up on Corellia.

I'm Qi'ra.
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nick o broin | original character | submissive

[personal profile] extent 2021-01-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
» » » take a walk on the wild side
( honestly, this isn't nick's favourite thing to have happened to him. his entire brand is basically keeping it cheerful and cruisy even in the face of grim outlooks or straight up weird events, but this is...a lot. even for him. it's the stupid tattoo, and the flapping medical gown, and the freezing weather, and the way he's eyed by the natives like there's a joke that everyone is in on but him.

it's hard to keep up a grin when all of this is going on, is the point.

nick can't find his guide, which probably isn't good. he spins around on the spot a few times, paying little attention to the paper gown except for in how goddamn cold he is. finally he just grits his teeth, and whether the dominant he approaches is his guide or not, he doesn't much care. )


Hey, listen. ( he smiles, all bright and cheerful, like they aren't stood in the middle of a sexy dystopia. ) How do you feel about trades? I am in desperate need of a jacket, cardigan, sweater, I-don't-give-a-shit, and I have these....lovely pamphlets. What do you say?

» » » blades of glory
( now this is more like it. submissive or not, nick isn't going to miss the opportunity to actually do something fun. he's actually a pretty decent skater, weirdly enough, and by the time he gets onto the rink nick is actually feeling pretty silly. he'll happily play along with any of the games that people are getting up to on the ice, encouraging just about anyone to chase him around just for the thrill of it. he doesn't make it too hard, honestly. truth be told, he wants to be caught. the next part is more interesting that way.

later he's stuck right into the hot chocolate, sitting on the side with his skates still on and legs splayed out in front of him. he doesn't even notice that he's loosening his collar, unzipping his jacket, and it's not until his cheeks are flushed scarlet and his fingers are drumming an incessant rhythm on his thigh that he even really notices something is wrong.

it's his first foray with funky duplicity foods and drink, so he's more than confused when he turns to someone nearby. )


Uh....hey....is it just me or is there something...weird about this cocoa?

( it's actually pretty difficult to ask very serious questions when you keep getting distracted staring at someone's mouth. focus! )

» » » network
un: paddywhack

where's the fun spots? interesting things? weird little places that you love even if most people don't know it exists?
anyone want to give me an actual tour? not that weird day 1 shit. will be very appreciative 🙏

xoxo gossip witch


» » » wildcard!!!
( open to pretty much anything, tdm prompt or just general setting stuff! hmu with questions @ [plurk.com profile] sharknado or just surprise me! (v open to gallery threads pls and thank u)
tl;dr info write up is here but the cliff's notes version is just...partying slacker witchy type. )


justdorothygale: (look; yeah right)

[personal profile] justdorothygale 2021-01-11 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Let's just say I'm keeping my expectations low.

Wait. You know what they are?
xwing: jedigraphics | lj (001)

[personal profile] xwing 2021-01-11 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Luke. It's nice to meet you, Qi'ra. I don't suppose you know if this planet's in our galaxy?
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Galleria

[personal profile] bloodpetal 2021-01-11 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Zero mouthed off to the wrong person, probably. Or maybe just was too loud about her utter disdain for this entire place. Whatever the reason, she's been forced into the exhibit as a model and it's something she isn't happy about at all. She's been suspended from the ceiling, the ropes intricately bound around her to leave her hanging. Her single good eye glares balefully as she sways slightly, watching as Ramona draws fingers against the ropes. There's a bit of a shiver and she tries to get a bit of leverage to do... something that isn't just sitting and taking it.

At least they haven't gagged her. Yet.

"I'll pass on the hooks, thanks," she replies with more than a hint of venom. She's risking more punishment by being openly defiant even now, but Zero has never known when to shut up.
audax: (Default)

Harry Potter (CRAU) | Up Yours, JKR | Submissive

[personal profile] audax 2021-01-11 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
« « « WALKING TOUR

When the current resident of Duplicity arrives, they're met by a young man in his mid to late twenties. He's not very tall, not very broad, and if he were dressed for the weather, there might be nothing remarkable about him save oddly green eyes. As it stands, and he stands in the nude, his posture is intentionally casual and does nothing to hide that he's peppered with old and new scars. The black submissive's line down his chest neatly bisects a couple and the plain collar that he is pointedly not touching hides a couple of the smaller ones.

The only thing that betrays his nerves, is the way his hands clench and then relax. And tense. And relax. Perhaps it's just his way of keeping warm in the cold? "You're the guide then?"

» » » GALLERIA OF SEX

Is he going to blush as he walks through the galleria? You had best believe it, but Potter will keep a reasonably reserved expression throughout. He hasn't seen most of these things before, he doesn't really understand it all, but the people here think it important enough to make art of it and show it to the new arrivals. What does that say about what they want from him? From the rest of the people here?

It's not until he wonders what Hermione would think of it all that his expression wavers and shifts towards a gentle, almost fond sort of smile. He doesn't know for sure, but he suspects she'd go on a rant about poor lighting or that it was art insomuch as a shark in formaldehyde is art.

After one of their hosts has explained the appeal of some specific act, Potter turns to whomever is beside him. "I think I get it? But, I don't know if I get-it get-it. D'you think this gets easier?"

» » » ooc info

[ Hey folks, this Potter is a CRAU after having been through a fairly serious business disaster of a politics and war game. If you have any questions, want to chat, or have me set up a starter just for your character, please feel free to hit me up on plurk (bootknife) or Discord (Bootknife#7474). ]
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pietro maximoff | mcu | dominant

[personal profile] turbos 2021-01-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)

i. GALLERIA OF SEX
[ he might apparently be a dominant, but it doesn't take long for pietro to land himself in a bit of trouble (namely trying to use his speed to zip out for an exit and fighting a number of guards in the process). this is meant to be a warning apparently, encouragement to behave as he's put in the place of a submissive to see what it's like to be on the other side.

if he's honest, it's not so bad.

the heat from the surrounding candles help to warm his naked body, even as he lays stretched out, wrists and ankles tied with silk cloth to keep him well exposed, bare for onlookers to see. apparently, they're meant to pour wax on him as they walk by, but as the first guest approaches, pietro eyes them with a shameless smile, speaking out with a thick eastern european accent. ]


Excuse me, my leg is a bit itchy. Would you mind giving it a scratch?


ii. ICE TO SEE YOU
[ sometimes he gives running a try to get a little warm, but the chill is strong enough that even he requires a number of layers to fight out the overwhelming cold. used to sokovia's dreadful winters, he tries not to mind it much, more curious to explore the city and its intent, walking along the sidewalks to view the passing buildings — stores and bars and restaurants, all things that make it seem no different from any other city, if it weren't for its special rules.

soon enough, his gaze focuses in on the window of one of the shops, his own reflection looking back at him. only it's not quite a mirror image. no, he's definitely ... wearing no clothes.

he peers down to make sure the layers hadn't somehow dissolved while he was distracted, finding himself still fully clothed in reality. but looking up, he can only see bare skin reflect, and he sways his hips to watch his cock swing side to side on the glass.

with an amused laugh, he turns to someone else passing by, pointing to the window. ]


Are you seeing this? I am not naked, but I am naked. [ he looks again, checking the person's reflection to see if it's much of the same. ] Look! You are naked too.


iii. BLADES OF GLORY (part a)
[ he's actually a pretty good skater, having been on enough iced over ponds and lakes as a kid to have the practice (granted, he mostly skid over it on ordinary worn out shoes, never having the money for a real pair of skates, but it counts all the same). the speed is the best part, exhilaration filling him from the sharp pricks of wind against his face as he flies across the surface, laugh echoing loudly, sounding carefree enough that one wouldn't think the current circumstances of this city didn't bother him at all.

eventually, he might find someone either struggling to stand on their skates or perhaps they've tripped to land their ass right on the ice. sliding in front of them, pietro holds out his hand, grin confident but kind as he gives a nod. ]


Go on. Take it. I will show you how to fly.


iv. BLADES OF GLORY (part b)
[ of course, he won't say no to hot chocolate, tongue and teeth craving the sugary sweetness as soon as he hears it's being handed out. he doesn't even heed the warnings about certain side effects, gulping down one fully in swift seconds, almost in a passing blur before he goes in for another.

he's midway through drinking his third cup when he pauses, feeling a strangeness down below, warmth escalating to heat as he lowers his eyes, cheeks puffed with liquid chocolate still in his mouth as he catches sight of the stiff erection thick and obvious in his sweatpants. ]


Hmm. [ well, that's weird. ]


v. WILD CARD
( feel free to change things up a bit in the above prompts to suit your character better or shoot me a pm to discuss a different scenario all together. all prompts are open to sexual opportunities, which are open to both m/f and m/m. )
toplieutenant: (Eyes)

[personal profile] toplieutenant 2021-01-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The stars don't seem to be the same, no.
stabsbothways: (confident)

take a walk

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The harsh cold was never a reason not to look sexy, so Isabela is rocking a white turtleneck sweater dress with a pair of brown cloth thigh high boots. She gives Nick a look up and down after he addresses her, and takes the pamphlet from his hand to examine it.

"They give these out for free, you know," she replies, looking at him amusedly.
learntthehardway: (But right now)

[personal profile] learntthehardway 2021-01-11 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she admits with a frown. "Was there a map?" Because if there was, she's missed it.

She looks him over again, and it's not hard to spot the line that goes down his throat and under his gown, much like her as well. Her lips press together though and she looks away because she's still not certain about those lines and this whole place in general.

"They gave me an address though, I imagine you're near that same area as well." She looks back at him, her eyebrows lifting a bit. "Didn't they give you an address?"
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blades of glory

[personal profile] curlytop 2021-01-11 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[This is not George's first time through. He knows perfectly well what happens when you drink perfectly normal drinks at a perfectly normal activity. He also really likes cocoa, especially after ice skating, both things he's not experienced in far too long.

He's sipping his happily, shrugging out of his jacket when he hears the question and turns with a smile.]


Oh, that'll be the aphrodisiacs.

[His voice is warm and friendly and Scottish, and he doesn't sound particularly concerned about it.]

You get used to it after a while.
stabsbothways: (queen-bitch)

Ice to See You

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Isabela walked up next to Moira, her full figured body visible in all its glory to the both of them. She moved around, doing a few sexy poses as much for Moira's benefit as for her own, and wasn't shy about sparing a few glances at Moira's body as well.

She is careful to watch Moira's expression to gauge interest as well as to gauge comfort level.

"It really removes the mystery, doesn't it?" Outside the mirror, Isabela was wearing a white turtleneck sweater dress with thigh high boots which left her thighs exposed to the cold weather. A small price to pay for fashion.
Edited 2021-01-11 03:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notleavingquietly 2021-01-11 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Crais' expression when hugged by Crichton is probably not a particularly unusual one, given the amount of time he spends baffled by humans and Duplicity. It isn't even all that unusual by expressions he often wore around Crichton before Duplicity.

He still holds his arms straight out to avoid and looked like he was somewhere between baffled and in physical pain.

he relaxes a bit when John lets him go, but he continues to stare. finally: "Right. You were always insane, weren't you?" Literally and completely. "The only goods I am getting you are pants. You aren't hallucinating."
aonachri: (I curse you yourself)

Aedan/Hearne the Hunter| Original Character | Submissive

[personal profile] aonachri 2021-01-11 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
WALKING TOUR


[He's not going walking without a coat. Nope. Not happening. He's been paired up with his own guide has he? Grand. Then he won't have to worry about convincing an entire group of people that it's in their best interest that he has a coat on and not this flimsy paper gown.

There's a smile on his face, sure, but that doesn't mean it's a distinctly friendly expression, the vaguest hint of something feral, something insulted, bubbling just beneath the passably cheerful veneer.
]

Mmmmbefore we start the tour, maybe we should look into getting a coat first, hm? Be a shame if I couldn't complete the tour because my legs fell off from frostbite.

ICE TO SEE YOU


[There's a pleasant, jolly little clickity click sound going on here, the floor a blur beneath the device itself. He turned it on, but he's not immediately pointing it at anything, not yet, anyway. Anyone particularly familiar with the sound might catch on quickly that it's the sound of hooves striking the ground, light and nimble.]

Now I've never personally owned one of these before [The device was tossed from one hand to the other, the briefest blur of white, silver and brown flashing past the screen before it was pointed away again, the voice melodious, sweet, the Irish accent clear to hear] but I'd like to think I've borrowed enough of them [Stolen enough of them. Thrown enough of them into a lake or filled the insides of them with ants] to know how to operate one correctly. [Another toss, and judging by the way the screen lightly bounced before settling, and considering the angle it landed at, seems it must have come to rest upon the propped up pillow on the bed.]

[And there stood the source of that merry little clicking, practically sauntering his way to the fridge to dig through it. Long, distinctly deer-like legs that started just above the knee replaced what would have been far more human appendages, the fur a deep tawny brown and the little cloven hooves obsidian black. There was even a tail, fluffy and short, blending seamlessly into the skin at its base. The wings, wasp-like and golden, sat folded against his back, the point where they connected to his body just as smooth as the tail. He must not know about the screen, he couldn't possibly know, not judging by how casually he bends over to root through the fridge. The clack and clatter of those silver antlers sounds and he curses gently. Must have hit them on something, jerking upwards and scattering a holly leaf or two from the gleaming tines.]

But I still can't find the... program? App? Floppy? Save file? The thing [A dismissive gesture is made as he heads back towards the phone, pausing before it instead of grabbing it properly] that plays music on it so if someone could be so kind as to tell me where it is, I'd be absolutely delighted.

BLADES OF GLORY


[Ice skating? Why would he do that, when he could get all the same joy and entertainment of ice skating just by trying to traverse a newly waxed tile floor? No, nah, he's good. He'll be over here, with the hot chocolate. With as much hot chocolate as he can manage to buy, since his charm didn't seem to be getting him anywhere with the local selling the chocolate.

Fine, whatever.

It's safe to say he's probably had... more than one cup by the time he starts actively looking for someone to sit next to. You know. For warmth. He's cold. It's cold out here. And he does in fact have a second cup to share this time too, flashing his brand new company a wide and cheerful smile. The sharpness of those teeth in his mouth might dampen the effect just a little, but he seems genuinely well meaning enough, if not almost pushily merry.
]

They're not expensive, but every cent saved is a cent earned, hm?


WILDCARD


[Want to do a different prompt here? Go nuts! Feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions or requests]
provenientia: • thehollowedartists ( tumblr ) (pic#14123594)

[personal profile] provenientia 2021-01-11 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
A treat full of sugar that will clog your heart in one bite, yes.
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dragon age: inquisition | cremisius aclassi | call me a submarine sandwich

[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
(( the walk ))

[ The cold keeps bringing him back.

Every frigid breath he pulls into his lungs, the sting of his wind-whipped cheeks, his numbing fingertips and cold-deadened feet. He blinks and he's there again, listening to the tide crashing against the jagged Storm Coast. His breaths come wet, lungs searing with each labored wheeze. He can't feel his hands. His hammer, he has it gripped in both hands but he can't feel it, only registers the weight where it pins him down.

The sky is dimming.

It'll come. Not for him, but for the others. It'll come.

'Did I do enough, Chief? Will you look after yourself? Who'll guard your blind spot? Look after yourself. Ale isn't water. Chief, did I do enough? Did I do right by you, did I pay back your— Chief— I—'

Krem looks down and his hands are clenched into fists like he's still got his weapon. He never heard it. The call for retreat. He did hear the others fall, long after his vision filled with blood and the skies above went dark. Then, quiet.

Then nothing.

Then this.

He doesn't know where he is, what this is, why this is, but it doesn't much seem to matter. Maybe it's all a dream. Maybe he's still lying there on that broken shore. His mind is buzzing too loudly trying to understand what happened before to focus on the cacophony of now. He knows the Chief isn't looking after himself. Not with everyone gone, not with the choice he must have made.

It makes Krem's jaw clench, makes his teeth grind and his stomach turn. He wants to box the idiot's ears. Ben-Hassrath indeed. Krem has a fair idea of just what stupid ideas the big lug probably has lodged in his head about now, and not a one of the Chargers left to slap them loose.

And Krem is here, no way back, no clear path forward. He's used to doing the hard things to lead a life he can live with, and he suspects however different this world is, that fundamental tenet of his existence isn't about to change. He can do what it takes, whatever it takes.

Nothing to it but putting one foot in front of the other.

He flexes his numb hands, trying to focus. ]


...sorry, [ he offers to the person unlucky enough to be charged with his introduction, giving a slightly awkward grimace as the wind picks up and his mind once more wanders back to those cliffs. There's a pause hangs a little too long before he goes on. ] Just got... a lot on my mind. I imagine that's common enough with newcomers...?

[ He offers his hand, trying inject some sense of normalcy into the interaction. ]

I'm Krem. Cremisius Aclassi.

(( the blades ))

[ Soldiers are a rowdy bunch, and mercenaries are rowdier still with fewer rules and also not limited to just men, so when the truly debauched nature of Krem's new surroundings reveal themselves, he proves fairly unruffled and mostly just keeps his eyes politely averted when he walks in on something he would rather not be seeing.

He gently but firmly refuses a few advances on his way through the changing area, only chokes on his breath once as he has to refuse a particularly sweet girl who happens to be just his type, and somehow arrives in the rink with his rental skates properly affixed to his feet. He has on a borrowed outfit as well, a little tight for his tastes, a little too cold still, but that's apparently the done thing for this sort of activity, whatever this activity happens to be.

Damn his curiosity. He saw people tying actual blades to their feet and couldn't help but want to check it out, and now here he is, with blades on his own feet, precariously perched on the ice, only clinging to the wall of the rink very slightly. In, you know, a manly way. Shoulders pulled back and everything.

How hard can this be?

Krem finds out shortly when he takes a tentative step away from the wall, slips, and lands hard on the ice, just barely catching himself from cracking his head open or smashing his pretty face. ]


Maker's balls—

[ ooc: congratulations, he's a sub because lieutenant of the chargers=herding cats. feel free to wildcard or dm me for plans. ]
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[personal profile] salio 2021-01-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[Once the laces are tied off, Sal waits for Wataru to shift to the other foot before continuing on to make sure both skates are solidly laced.]

It's pretty overwhelming. I'd think it's a dream, but...weirder things have happened, I guess. Still, there are so many arbitrary rules...I wonder how they assign us our roles.
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[personal profile] provenientia 2021-01-11 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
And what exactly would 'the whole thing' be?
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[personal profile] lempereur 2021-01-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yusuke isn't here to skate. He is here because he has a front row seat to a dozen beautiful bodies in motion, which is a perfect occasion to get in some anatomical studies. He's sitting in the stands, closest to the wall, with the sketchbook on his lap and two large hot chocolates at his side. ]

Excuse me? Would you like this? They got my order wrong, so they gave me two.

[ Usually, Yusuke would be happy to keep something free for himself, but he can't possibly drink them both before one gets cold. ]

Milk chocolate. I asked for dark.

[ What do you say, stranger? ]
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blades of glooory

[personal profile] fade_away 2021-01-11 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think that's how you do it, Lieutenant Cremisius Aclassi.

[From literally anyone else? It would probably sarcasm, or teasing, or something else worthy of being punched over. Which isn't to say it isn't worth being punched over, but when Cole shakily skates up and bends to look down at Krem, he's all wide-eyed earnestness and a sincere attempt to be helpful, even if he's only barely remaining upright.]
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[personal profile] thirteenth_day 2021-01-11 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ When the second skate is secured Wataru carefully shifts both skate blades down onto the ground, cautious to not catch or pinch Sal's hands or knees. ]

I know exactly what you mean. I admit, I was a bit surprised during my exploring to see just how different things are run here... All I remember is walking through a door and before I knew it I was in a car and an apartment with my name on the lease. I don't remember how I arrived here at all.

[ Gracefully he stands, offering both hands down to the other in case he needed some help to get back up. ] Are you going to skate, Sal?

[ Normally he would be quick to give a nickname, but being so new here he figures it doesn't hurt to have someone in his corner. ]
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Blades

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Doing alright there?

[ Isabela skates up like she was born on a pair of them, wearing a white turtleneck sweater dress and cloth boots that left her thighs exposed despite the harsh temperature. ]
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Walk - YOU ARE THE WORST I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE LIKE THIS OMG

[personal profile] nehraachargers 2021-01-11 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Bull has been enjoying himself some food when he happens to hear a familiar voice. It makes him pause as he realizes that it's not only familiar but it can come form just one guy. And fuck has he missed that guy too. It's why he grabs extra food and buys a damn blanket to cover up Krem's ass as he goes to head over to him.

Flipping that over his shoulders, he grins at the one Krem is talking to.]


Sorry. This one's gonna be my charge.

[Especially since only a glance shows him that line running along his throat. Fuck. But the smile never wavers until they're alone. Then he offers his friend the hot burger.]

Eat up. I've gotta get your bare ass somewhere not colder than a ghost's balls.