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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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covert: (pic#14303410)

+1 big brother (off the public tour)

[personal profile] covert 2021-01-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Spend enough time in Gotham and you learn to look at shadows layer by layer: seek out the blacker spots under the darkness. This city has few things in common with that one, but that much holds true: anything really worth noticing happens away from the neon lights and all-night pleasure spots. This city has its darker places, too.

So it's not surprising that when he spots a dark form moving swifter than anyone should through the lower reaches of the city, he sets out to follow from above.

Only to - somehow - lose her. Which is ridiculous, he doesn't lose people. And so he takes his search down to street level, his own suit becoming part of that blackness, save when the strips of blue catch the light. Whoever he was following they can't be far - they've gotta be –

- moving toward him like they're ready to take him down in a single swipe. He has an arm raised to brace against it almost as fast before a strange, uncertain recognition dawns on his face.]


Orphan?
kremsicle: (02)

[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, I sew.

[ Once Krem is on his feet, he just arches an eyebrow at her. He's comfortable enough in his own skin that none of her needling gets to him, and he's grateful for the help. He listens closely, nodding as he does his best to keep his balance. With her guidance, it comes a little easier and he doesn't fall again. ]

...and that takes a bit of the fun out of it, but I suppose it's for the best. [ Flashing her a smile, he offers his hand. ]

Cremisius Aclassi. Thanks for the help.
stabsbothways: (whatever)

Galleria

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Some volunteered more than others, I imagine.

[ Isabela was sporting a white turtleneck sweater dress and a pair of high cloth boots that left her thighs exposed despite the cold. A small price to pay for fashion. She was visiting the galleria as much out of boredom as lurid interest. She didn't have much money and this was free entertainment.

She gave Diana an appreciative glance. She liked armor. Made her feel a little more at home. ]


Dig the outfit, love.
nehraachargers: (Smiles in the dark)

THAT'S WHAT YOU DESERVE

[personal profile] nehraachargers 2021-01-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Ben-Hassrath? He's not... But if Krem doesn't know that and he looks like he's seen a ghost...

Bull feels sick to his stomach. He knows there's other timelines here but one where he makes that choice? The worst part is that he can't even say he wouldn't have. Because he knows he'd been seriously thinking about not calling for that retreat. About letting his duty to the Qunari rule. Just one little moment and he knows he could have easily picked that moment in time instead.

He knows Krem feels like he owes him everything but suddenly Bull feels like that right back to him. But he just nods.]


Yeah. The Dominates like me rule here while Submissives like you get their lives made out like crap. And that's just the way it's supposed to be according to the law. There's more to it like quota but let's get your ass covered before we go there.

[Krem's gonna need a contract too. He doesn't know if his right hand wants one with him but he knows that he's going to offer him one.]

They tell you what place they want you live at here?
stabsbothways: (hmm)

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well there you go. Good for making clothes and maybe even closing up that horrible slashing injury you inadvertently caused.

[ She took his hand and shook. ] Isabela. And no worries, the bill is in the mail.
acumental: (ainslie-screen-150)

ainslie sinclair | oc | dominant

[personal profile] acumental 2021-01-11 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
i. i won't walk 500 miles
After a very confusing and invasive (by her standards) processing, Ainslie suffers the uncomfortable limo ride to the highrise where she'll apparently be living. It seems to take forever to get to her flat, with the chill from frozen sidewalk and tile floors in the lobby biting through her skin just as much as the wind. A paper gown, while mostly modest enough for Ainslie's delicate sensibilities, does not protect from a stiff breeze. On top of all that, her dress has not been returned to her yet, so by the time there's a knock at her door, she's well and truly agitated.

The greeting that her tour guide receives is as cold as the air outside, and whoever has been assigned as Ainslie's tour guide will hear her voice call through the door:

"I am not walking around the city in a paper sack."


ii. i see london, i see france
[ When Ainslie notices the reflections and their lack of clothing, the lack of covering on her own reflection is particularly distressing. She doesn't say anything about it, but averts her gaze and tries to angle her body in such a way that her reflection doesn't show anything too compromising. No glimpse between her legs, no nipples.

Of course that doesn't guarantee her a pass from being gaped at or ogled. As soon as she sees anyone looking too closely at her reflection she clears her throat primly and speaks up: ]


If you don't mind, I would rather you afford me the same degree of privacy I'm giving you.


iii. this blade is double-edged
Ainslie hasn't decided yet whether she wants to participate in ice skating or not. On the one hand, she has availed herself of the opportunity to change into more weather-appropriate attire; her only options prior were the wedding dress she arrived in or the paper gown she had to endure until her dress was returned.

(Does she care to keep the wedding dress? Will she be able to return home, where she'll likely have need of it again? It doesn't seem likely that it'll be necessary if she's stuck here for good.)

If she's encountered in the dressing rooms, she will be contemplating the skates, and whether or not to don them. If not, she will be found later on simply observing the skaters from the sidelines, skates held loosely in her hands as a reminder to herself to return to the dressing room and continue pondering the relative utility of a wedding dress that cost more than a new car back home.


iv. wildcard
[ i'll match tense and formatting, hmu on discord @ booka#2844 if u wanna plot smth specific; kinks and such are on ainslie's info page, even though her history and personality stuff isn't complete. ]
Edited 2021-01-11 05:15 (UTC)
bloodpetal: (010)

[personal profile] bloodpetal 2021-01-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Zero recognizes that expression. It's one she's worn herself. She tries to snarl in reply, but it's a little hard when she's starting to sway back and forth, the ropes digging into her bare skin and making it something of an ordeal. There are going to be marks - and probably bruises - after all this. At least until her healing kicks in. For now she tries to deal with the discomfort with gritted teeth.

"Not really," she grinds out, "And trying to cut it out would be bad for everyone. So don't fucking try it or I'll take your damn head off, you stupid-"

The flower, at least, is something she doesn't want others fucking with.
thepalatine: PB: Jessica Clark (Default)

Liselotte}{Versailles}{submissive

[personal profile] thepalatine 2021-01-11 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
arrival: the down - closed to women
Liselotte can't remember the last time that she's been without a maid, probably since she was a child in the Palatinate, and this is absolutely nothing like that. She can't remember the last time she's felt quite so humiliated, either. It has nothing to do with having her clothes taken from her, or her dignity, having strangers poke and prod at her. She went through all of that before she went off to meet her husband. But it has everything to do with the fact that she is expected to be released onto this world to--what. Fend for herself? Not very likely.

It doesn't help, in the slightest, that she might as well be completely undressed. Surely there's been some sort of mistake. She just needs to figure this all out and--well, she's resourceful. She can do that, can't she? It won't be as bad as she thinks.

"Excuse me," she says, having found a hopefully friendly face in another young woman and doing her best to find a position that best conceals her body in this makeshift parchment slip. "Do you know...where I can go to get warm?"

arrival: walking tour - OTA
She still isn't wearing anything. Just some shoes would be enough, maybe. Not really, considering that the cold bites through the bitter, barely present parchment, but at least with some shoes her feet wouldn't stick to the icy street while she walks.

She's supposed to be meeting someone to give her a tour. That seems very considerate of...whoever it is in charge. Very considerate indeed, actually. Maybe they'll know where to get something to eat, because Liselotte is terribly hungry, as well as being awfully cold.

As someone approaches, closer than the mere passersby, Liselotte looks up, a little hopeful. "Oh. Are you here for me?"

blades of glory - OTA
There's absolutely no reason for it to be there. There's no lake or river, none of them are trying to traverse anything at all. It seems, for all intents and purposes, that it's there for the fun of it. Anyway, those precarious shoe-knives seem terrible for trying to traverse anything; she'd much prefer a ski or a snowshoe, if she had to, or even better, a sleigh.

But the longer she stands there watching, holding a small cup of hot chocolate to keep her hands warm, the more it seems terribly tempting.

It all seems so terribly tempting.

wildcard
[Looking for a different prompt, fusion, or just finding Liselotte somewhere around? Feel free to throw anything her way, or if you want to hash something out, go ahead and PM on her account.]
kremsicle: (11)

it's true this excellent krembull is exactly what i deserve preens

[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Chief's thinking too much. About what, Krem can only guess. But Krem can usually tell when the Chief's thinking too damn much by this point in their companionship. Just a gut feeling, mostly, a subtle pause here and there as Bull stops to smooth over his act, perfect his Iron Bull delivery. With the Chief, the smoother the surface the more troubled the waters beneath.

But just knowing the Chief is thinking too much doesn't do all that much to help because 1) the Chief is usually thinking too much, big broody mother hen of a man that he is and then the whole spymaster double agent thing 2) the amount of things he could be overthinking at any given time falls under the slightly broad umbrella of 'everything'.

Right now it could be that Krem's a shit actor at the best of times and the Chief has always been able to read him like a damn picture book. Or it could be he's thinking about the situation they're in, that Krem's walked into and mucked up. Or it could be something else entirely that Krem has no way of even guessing because he just got here and has only been half listening to what anyone says to him. It's sloppy work. If he'd known the Chief was here, he would've tried harder from the get.

Ah, well. Too late to do anything but keep moving. Grimacing, Krem rubs his face and nods, then fumbles for the device thing he was given and then promptly forgot about. ]


It's... here, somewhere? Sorry, I meant to figure it out and then you showed up yelling about my ass. Don't think we've ever talked about my ass this much in one conversation, Chief. Imagine if the boys were around to hear it.
kremsicle: (10)

[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Krem's smile warms a bit at the joke. ]

I'm sure it is. Don't worry, we Chargers pay our debts. You just might have to settle for a stuffed nug or some shirt mending.
stabsbothways: (Default)

arrival

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Isabela is, unashamedly, on the prowl for uncontracted submissives. The city is making it very... uncomfortable in her third month here with the status quo. She imagines its not a very hard sell to get someone living in the down to come live with her in her palatial apartment. The paper gown is a good giveaway too.

Okay, there was a little shame. Isabela didn't like this, the inherent manipulation of it.

"You should have a place to stay somewhere, I can probably help you find it," she said. "Did they give you the address?"
nehraachargers: (Wasn't me)

Only the most quality of content here

[personal profile] nehraachargers 2021-01-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, if the other boys were here I'd have them talking about my tits instead.

[Bull grins at him, hiding away his concerns as he reaches over to grab the device. It takes him only a couple seconds to find what he's looking for. Yep, there it is. Bull nods then tosses it back his way.]

Come on, Krem. Let's get going before we make asses of ourselves. They place they gave you has your clothes so we can get you covered before someone gets distracted by the sudden increase in moons.

[Waving his hand, he leads the way down a different street.]
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extent: all by beticons @ ij (007)

galleria!

[personal profile] extent 2021-01-11 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
The problem is, Nick has never been one to back down from a challenge, which means this is probably a bad place for him to volunteer. It had been pretty heavily implied that volunteering would earn him some good favour though, and beyond that he was curious. He's flitted amongst a few displays in the room, indecisive and impulsive, but he ends up settling on some ode to impact play. It's not his first rodeo, he's pretty sure he can take it in his stride.

As it turns out, it's a lot. He's wound his wrists in a belt to keep them in front of him, tugged tight enough to pinch at the skin. There are already striped welts all up and down his ass and thighs by the time Ramona gets there, and he’s seriously considering stepping out of the performance. A cane lands outside of those ‘designated safe areas’, and Nick spits out just about every curse word that he knows.

…But he’s absolutely useless at backing down, so when he tosses a look over his shoulder and sees the woman there he just grins, at odds entirely with the way his whole lower half teaches violently from the impact.

“Now that’s more interesting.” He’d like to claim that it’s not a challenge, but the truth is Nick is just as interested in finding out where his limits actually lie as he is anything else about this weird display. So he tilts his head, curious for a moment, and then settles back over the bench on his elbows. His whole body tenses for a moment, and then he very forcibly tries to relax. “Do you want to stick around for a bit?”
stabsbothways: (indifferent)

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
I am always amenable to my nug getting stuffed.

[ She lets Krem to his devices and starts to skate a little more freely around him, going in small circles to continue their conversation. ]

I've heard of a Chargers back where I'm from. A mercenary group.
salio: (14)

[personal profile] salio 2021-01-11 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
I am, yes. It's been a little while since I've done this, but...it's kind of like learning to ride a bike.

[Balance, patience, persistence, listening to your instincts...clearly not shy, Sal takes Wataru's hands to stand, and doesn't mind sticking close in case either of them find they need more support to get the hang of things.]

I don't remember much, either. One minute I just...walked into a new world altogether. You'd think it's something totally normal; I guess this has been going on here for a long time.
alreadystrong: (9)

walking tour

[personal profile] alreadystrong 2021-01-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Octavia might have volunteered for the tour, but she was still expecting it to suck. There's no way to soften the blow of "you've been kidnapped by a city that monitors your every move" and even if there was, there's enough lying going on around here without her adding to it.

She's distracted by the crowds and the paper in her hands, looking through the list of places where they have to go (maybe with alcohol to get them through it), until she looks up at her assignment and realizes his face is a familiar one.

She doesn't expect him to remember because most people don't, but Octavia goes from barely paying any mind to her assignment to looking a little amazed by the sight of him. And thankfully, she's keeping her gaze focused on his face.

"Harry?"

If nothing else, please just be Harry. She's been missing him and Hermione for longer than she even knew them.

"You're back - do you remember...? More importantly, are you okay?"
stabsbothways: (Bemused)

un: wickedgrace

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2021-01-11 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rowan is treated to a stunning visage of a well-endowed nude woman. She's walking based on the shaky cam, and the low angle only makes her assets even more pronounced. ]

Evening, Rowan. Isabela here, dom seeking a sub. I'm running out of time at the moment, so I'm not picky. Want to meet up somewhere? Also digging the shirtless look, by the way.
knucklesdirty: (Default)

the walk!! Krem!!

[personal profile] knucklesdirty 2021-01-11 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's okay. It can be- a lot to take in. Common enough with everyone, really, depending on the day.

[He doesn't know exactly what situation he was pulled from that landed him in Duplicity, but he knows that his own adjustment was rough too. Hell, five months in and Francis still isn't sure that he can be said to have actually adjusted. He takes his hand when he offers it, slender fingers. But there's a strength to his hands, and small scars, bits of skin worn rough from combat, all knives and arrows. There's the faintest touch of an accent that's soft on the edges of his words.]

Francis Barton. I'd say it's a pleasure, but..

[He makes a vague gesture at their surroundings. Duplicity can be a shitshow depending on how you felt about the system, what side of it you ended up on-- how you felt about home. The blonde has that same line down his throat, not nearly covered by the lace edge of his shirt .]

You need a moment to catch your breath?
kremsicle: (14)

[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ His clothes or just clothes? Because Krem was in his full mercenary kit when he arrived, and none of it (or him) was in good shape. But then... They patched up a dead man, so he supposes anything is possible in a place like this. Anything but some damn decency.

At least the Chief is here.

No matter how far they get from that day, no matter what happens in the in-between—

Bull still makes Krem feel like that first day they met, pretty much all the time. Full of awe and aching with hope. Confusion, too. And frustration. Idiot didn't know him from a thief or a two bit slave trader. All the same, he'd gone from fear and fury and bitter resignation to hope for better. That things might turn out all right after all.

It's never left him, that sense that everything will turn out as it should as long as the Chief is there. Making his jokes and his plans.

Even with the Storm Coast behind him, all it means is Krem's not quite done paying the idiot back.

He follows in step there on Bull's left, in the blind spot like he always does even though he's unarmed here, marked as something lesser. It's his place. Will be until he's asked to stop, and maybe even then.

Sometimes Bull asks him to jump and he says how high, sometimes he feeds Bull his own ass for getting a shit idea caught between his horns. He likes to think that, too, goes with paying him back. ]


Please, my ass wins over your tits any day of the week. We've all been stuck at eye level with your tits for an age. No mystery left. My ass, though— [ Krem's grin is a little self-deprecating, but he persists. He's well and lost his passing acquaintance with shame today, with all the newcomer processing. ]

...well, it's a little less mysterious than it was yesterday, but still.
needlebomb: ʙᴇᴛɪᴄᴏɴꜱ (🎧 001.)

marcus arguello | deadly class | submissive

[personal profile] needlebomb 2021-01-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
walking tour.
( cw: drug use )
[ Billions of Marcus's braincells have been flash-fried. The bottle of ether Billy stashed in the glovebox, the eight balls of cocaine that kept him focused on the drive, the stale swill of backwash and alcohol from cans and flasks that didn't sit well together - he burned himself out hard over these past few hours, and that started long before the acid hit. The fucking acid.

Seven tabs, taken all at once out of some lonely, clingy, toxic, masculine bravado. He slammed that shit back to show his friends that he could handle anything, to prove that he was tough and unbreakable and knew his way around the sour smelling, free love, mite-infested underbelly of Las Vegas, and it's making his arrival to Duplicity a living hell. The world is a bleeding, terrifying tornado of hallucinations and fractured memories. He hears sounds on ten-second delays, he watches people talk before they've even opened their mouths. He remembers killing his friend's dad, and he remembers staring at blood on his hands and sweating cold bullets as the cop in front of him asked him questions he couldn't parse, and he remembers closing his eyes and opening them again to find himself hearing words like Dominant and Submissive and LIES blending into the interrogation and not making any sense. He sees the world explode into animated colour and gridwork displays of unfollowable digital patterns.

He still thinks he's in Vegas while he's processed by LIES, and he thinks the walking tour of the city is some kind of police escort taking him in for an arrest or further questioning. He's making everyone on the tour uncomfortable, babbling to himself about inescapable mountains and 8 foot tall clowns made of neon light in panicked, hushed breaths, and the wide, open, dilated eyes, the violent shaking of his body and the way he pukes in a bush is probably a big enough clue that he's high as hell. He's barefoot in a paper gown, probably getting frostbite without realizing it, and the spooked, startled little faces he makes seem to come from nowhere. He doesn't even know who he's talking to or where he is when he opens his mouth again - he's just glad words come out instead of vomit. ]


You'll-- you'll let me know when they're back, yeah? My-- my hands? I-- I think someone's taken my hands.

[ Marcus tries grabbing at the air in front of his hands, which he thinks is where his hands should be. Fuck, did he leave them back home? Fuck, fuck, fuck, he doesn't know how to reattach hands. He's fucked. ]
galleria of sex.
( cw: drug use )
[ Marcus is still pretty fucked up by the time they get to the gallery. He's not curled up under a bench and panicking about falling from the top of buildings he's nowhere near like he was on the tour, but he does have a minor anxiety spike when he sees some chick's face covered in cum and misinterprets the visual signals enough to think that her skin is sloughing off of her bones like a melting candle. There's a sub tied to a chair and all he can do is mumble that's an albino god on a throne of doll-heads to himself in a hushed, awed tone, and he gets a little scared of the glory holes when he sees them undulate and whirr like garbage disposals.

But he manages to maintain some sense of sobriety half-way through the tour. He's still putting priority on the wrong things in his head - he worries that he's forgotten how he's supposed to act in art galleries, and he's scared that the artist who tied all these naked people up thinks he's an asshole for not tracking them down and complimenting them on their work - but the hallucinations ebb a bit and he returns to a mostly conscious state of confused light-headedness. He's probably spoken to whoever he's addressing next to him a dozen times before now, but now's the time it really counts. This is the conversation he'll actually remember. ]


Hey, uh - can you tell me where we are? I wanna... I gotta go home.

[ He's sweating bullets, eyes half-lidded like he's forgotten how to blink and this is the best he can do. He runs his hand back through the curls of his hair, clenching his teeth and flexing his jawline. He's gotta get back to all the people waiting for him and apologize for being such a screw up. There's gotta be a payphone around here somewhere, right? ]
blades of glory.
[ Enough time has passed for Marcus to have a decent, sober handle on where he is and what Duplicity expects of him, but he hasn't exactly been in a rush to whip out his dick and waggle it at the first person willing to help him out with his quota. He's been stewing in his usual misanthropic headspace, dodging people and feeling embarrassed about the trip he was on when he first arrived. He's better now, but jesus, what a day that was.

He's not on the ice rink, but he's just outside of it, sitting on the bank of a manicured hill a decent ways away from the fence and even further from the rec building attached to it. He's in the warmest clothes a sub with no money can find, and whatever he's wearing is probably far too thin for him to have his bony ass sitting on the ground like this, but he's got a scrap of paper and a cheap, chipped pencil in his hand, and being able to draw or write while judging people from an anti-social distance makes him feel safe and comfortable. He arrived with his journal, and he'd love to be writing in that instead of on the loose sheet he found in the gutter, but - well, he lost that somewhere on the tour. He'd kill to be able to find it again. ]


Everyone here is out of their minds.

[ As anti-social as he is, however, he's actually pretty happy for the company. He nods towards the patch of grass next to him, inviting whoever's here with him to come sit down. ]

I've seen two different couples trying to fuck each other on skates. Dangerous as hell. Someone's bound to get a concussion soon.
network.
un: acidking
what's the music scene like here? or... the comic book scene? the art scene in general?
i'm getting the feeling there's no real culture in duplicity. just hollow displays of sex designed to keep you from thinking freely. which, granted, isn't all that different from where i came from, but -
there has to be something to do here other than fuck strangers. right?
wildcard.
[ ota. marcus is 16/17 if you want to opt out. pm if you wanna plan anything out! ]
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walking tour

[personal profile] chasedshadows 2021-01-11 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[the cold is easier to manage when you're dressed for it. Nancy's nothing if not prepared, dressed in a warm coat and winter layers, but it doesn't surprise her that the city would purposely give their newest arrivals a frosty welcome.

she still smiles, reaching out to shake Luke's hand - grateful that his approach to this is more relaxed than hers had been all those months ago. the city might not be offering much help, but that doesn't mean she won't give him as much information as she can.

but he's right, and she nods in acknowledgement, that a coat is the best place to start.]


Hey Luke, I'm Nancy.

[she gestures off in the distance, towards the closest the shopping area.]

My dominant lets me purchase in her name. Let's go shopping.
heavyhitter: beefs of any kind, now accepting all beefs (on the lookout for beefs)

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[personal profile] heavyhitter 2021-01-11 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ramir is so careful never to volunteer for anything, to blend into the background of Duplicity and be overlooked by the powers that be. It doesn't always work. Sometimes volunteering leans a little bit more toward conscription, and is less sought out and more thrust upon. In any case, here stands Ramir, having dragged her feet all the way up from the Down to come and stand in front of some lucky new dom's door, as demanded.

Said lucky new dom is being a little less enthused than expected about her new position in society, though, and Ramir frowns at the door.
]

What? [ Wait. The paper gowns? She'd tried to forget about those, oops. ] You mean the gown thing? Whatever, you'll be fine, it's not that cold.

[ Yes it is, it's very cold. But Ramir really wants to get this over with. ]
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Walking Tour

[personal profile] basking 2021-01-11 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
The Chevalier is not assigned Liselotte. In fact, he heard he would be meeting some well hung redhead soon enough and is quite looking forward to it. But as he waits, draped on a bench and bored out of his mind, his eyes wander and fall upon the shivering blonde. The frustrated groan he makes is audible. Fuck! If Philippe contracts her, he will be furious. And as soon as they were settled, too.

The Chevalier stands up quickly and moves to her, pushing the other person aside.

"He is not. I am. Though I admit, I did not anticipate your arrival to this city. I thought one had to be fuckable to join."
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[personal profile] kremsicle 2021-01-11 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ To his credit, Krem manages not to immediately faceplant again as she takes his very innocent offer in the filthiest way possible, the immediate mental image alone enough to make him want to skate into a wall. Instead, he coughs, then stands perfectly still until he's compartmentalized that away, then finally manages to respond to her follow-up statement. ]

Oh? [ Extremely eloquent. He rubs his face a little, as though the physical action will make his brain start working again. ] You from Thedas, then? Can only imagine what you've heard of us.
nehraachargers: (Oh that's cute)

[personal profile] nehraachargers 2021-01-11 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Damn it feels good to have Krem on his left again. Never saying why he's there but making sure his blind side is protected. While he doesn't feel he needs that protection, he appreciates it all the same. Having someone to watch his back like that without any question? It's something special. A lot of people just didn't understand that. But that's Krem for ya. Especially when the guy thinks he owes someone.

Bull's never felt that way but sometimes you've got to let a man do what he feels is right. In this case of this one here? That means being his right hand.

It brings a smile to his lips even as that guilt still grips his stomach. He's not that other version of Bull but he's still carrying that weight on his shoulders anyway. Because he knows he could have been him just as easily. That's just a fact and he can't even deny it.]


Alright then I'd just have to get my ass in on it then. Can't let that one go down without a fight.

[The Qunari laughs then stops a building before he just opens the door on up, ducking inside of it.]

This should be the place. Whatever you came with here should be somewhere inside. Best cover an ass then we can go over what we know.