TDM #17

[duplicitymods]

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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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 clear plastic top and pants along with clear plastic boots 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 wet and rainy. Very, very rainy.

» » » ALL ABOARD

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It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

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(cw: aphro, dub-con, violence, marking) Ice and chilly weather have begun to give way to rain instead, with overcast skies and dark clouds a seemingly constant sight. While the overabundance of rain is an annoyance and comes with the usual series of problems, such as leaky ceilings, mold growth, and gutters or storm drains overflowing, this time the rain carries with it another problem altogether. A weather advisory warning is broadcast to every device, as well as on news networks and radio. The rain, at least for a few days, is not ordinary rain. Whether you're in the Up or the Down, when the water hits clothing it eats away at it. The more water it absorbs, the more the material disintegrates until the wearer is left naked. When the rain comes in contact with skin (or is ingested) the effects seem to differ depending on where you are in Duplicity. In the Up, it's relatively harmless and merely has an aphrodisiac effect, leaving individuals feeling hot and bothered, more sociable and touchy feely. Those in the Down, however, are not so lucky. As the rain seeps through the soil from the Up, it ends up laced with toxins, causing a range of less pleasant side effects for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Aside from the aphrodisiac, those who get caught in the rain may develop an uncomfortable, itchy rash, leaving them looking rather spotty for a few days. Those who can't resist scratching at themselves will find a newfound pleasure to the relief it brings and start to crave the feeling or sight of similar marks. In worst case scenarios, individuals will become addicted to marking themselves and others, perhaps even to the point of breaking skin. Effects may last for several hours after exposure and will stack with repeated exposures. In all cases, getting off will bring temporary relief but will not alleviate the symptoms entirely. Plastic coverings seem to be unaffected by the rain and, as word spreads, the Natives in Duplicity form a mad rush buying up umbrellas. Unless a character is lucky, they may find themselves unable to purchase - or even borrow - one. Theft of umbrellas becomes widespread in the Down, often escalating to violence, and even the Up isn't safe from thugs trying to steal and resell this suddenly hot commodity. There's another side to all of this, however. Due to the shortage of umbrellas, it isn't uncommon to see Dom/Sub pairs sharing umbrellas together. If anything, it's encouraged as a means to strengthen their bond. Enterprising Subs and Doms alike may even sell their "services" to escort individuals who would otherwise end up soaked.

« « « SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME

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(cw: substance abuse, altered states, coercion, fluids, physical body changes) A new "holistic" pharma company named SQuIRT is opening up in Duplicity and is paying a pretty penny for people to trial run their new line of supplements. These supplements are supposed to increase a person's vitality and energy levels, but the side effects are what the company is really looking out for. Some of the side effects aren't so bad and could include: Prolonged erections Lactation in both men and women Size enlargement of breasts or genitals Copious amounts of ejaculate or sexual fluids Sudden interest in previously unexplored kinks While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe: Shrinkage of breasts, genitals, or entire being Inability to cum Uncontrollable hair growth or hair loss Temporary loss of one or more senses Spontaneous weeping Subjects must take the supplements for at least a week, otherwise they'll receive no compensation for their troubles. All new arrivals will find themselves automatically enrolled in these trials, whether they want to be or not, and expected to report to the clinic. Of course they don't have to take the supplements, but the payout is certainly enticing, especially for those unfortunate enough to be branded Submissives.

« « « STICKY FINGERS

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(cw: violence) Crime runs rampant in the Down as always but now, with the nastier side effects of the rain creating an ongoing problem, some unsavory types are sneaking their way into the Up where the effects aren't so hazardous. The result is an uptick in crime in places that are usually considered safe. Be careful how you carry yourself - and your valuables. Those who look like easy pickings may find their pockets empty. Cameras in public areas are being vandalized as well, while homes and businesses are seeing a rise in graffiti. Most of the graffiti is merely obscene, but some is outright seditious. Good luck explaining the latter to the authorities if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the smaller gangs that has a presence in the Down is taking particular advantage of the rain's disruption to expand their territory into the Up. Known as the Bulldogs, their members are young men and they have a reputation for violent muggings and assaults - mainly targeting Submissives. They loiter in groups near the train and the elevator between the Up and the Down to ambush the alone and unwary. At night, they also prey on those walking home from bars or clubs who may not fully have their wits about them. In addition to beating up their victims for money, some of the Bulldogs are engaging in an informal competition over who can steal the most umbrellas - with bonus points awarded for whatever else they feel like. LIERs are worth double points by default, so watch out!

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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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: Players can choose whether to assign their character as a Dominant or Submissive on this TDM for the Door Pass for March Applications only. For May's Application round, threads started here may be used as samples however they will not be eligible for a Door Pass in May. Characters will need to use a thread from May's TDM, using those Door Pass rules, for an application after the March round. 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! THERE WILL BE NO APPLICATION ROUND IN APRIL Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!

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[duplicitymods]

Mey-Rin | Black Butler | Submissive

[longsight]

ALL ON DISPLAY/ALL ABOARD

Everything had happened so fast that the maid wasn’t sure what to do. Stripped of her glasses due to their ‘examination’ just an added level of difficulty in navigating a new and strange place… She’s only grateful for the plastic clothes on her back and as she toys with the raincoat-like hem along the bottom she can’t help but feel some relief.

Though that is only because she doesn’t realize that these clothes are clear at all and that everyone around her could easily see the naked curves of her body, fresh as the day she was born. Of course in the distance she can see others clearly walking around with their umbrellas and coats, she can’t even begin to analyse the blur of her own body nor the new black line down her neck and chest.

So she’s fine to be ushered along onto the train with the promise of finding her ‘home’ and her belongings, stumbling over the step until she’s pushed into a seat beside a complete blur of a human being.

“I’m sorry! I hope I didn’t get you wet…?”

RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

Itchy. Itchy. Itchy!! How could her wrist be so itchy?!

It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the rain was causing her discomfort. Fingers idly rubbing one of the raw, red spots on her hand. Truthfully she wasn’t unused to rashes, though ones of this extent were considerably more… uncomfortable. Unpleasant. Ever since she had begun working in the Phantomhive estate things like this had become a thing of the past.

“It’s unfittin’, isn’t it?” She sighs, thumbnail picking a bit at the skin as she stares directly down at it, squinting through her glasses that she’s glad to have found back at her place in the down. Her provided raincoat and boots covering the majority of her maid’s uniform from the rain dripping down from the soil above. “I hope it doesn’t get on my stockings…”

She wasn’t sure when she’d be able to get another pair… and that was simply too unpleasant to think about when there were already so many more pressing matters on the mind.

SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME

Mey-Rin had been hesitant to take whatever was given to her, but having been thrusted into a whole new city with no money was enough to finally make her cave. With only her one maid’s uniform, she’d certainly need to gather enough funds to find some sort of replacement in case anything were to happen. What she wasn’t expecting though was the strange, awful wetness between her legs that didn’t seem at all inclined to go away. No amount of cleansing seemed to help… but even that paled in comparison to the fourth day on the medicine.

...When she finds that with and without her glasses her vision has gotten blurrier than before. No matter how close or far away someone might be. The large round lenses rendered completely useless in helping her navigate anywhere.

She finds it is even more difficult to stumble around than it was when she was young and on the streets… she’d felt comfortable enough in the Down until now. Familiar with surviving through less than ideal conditions, but without her fantastic long distance vision she’s finding herself gripping at every wall to guide herself through the streets.

alina starkov | grisha trilogy | dominant (cw: underage)

[sunmon]

01. rain, rain, go away / sticky fingers (cw: aphro, possibly mugging — specify which)

[ she's lucky. she comes out in the up, where the rain is pleasant and warm, where the streets are clean and people treat her like they did in the little palace. she knows what it's like in the down. she remembers keramzin. and she plans to studiously avoid it, right up until she sees a sub in the up sporting rashes that look like burns on their face and asks what happened.

she doesn't need to work for housing or food, so she spends a few days wandering around the down with an umbrella in hand. there are people out here who look at her like she's rich just for having one on her, and people who leer at her like they'd like to make her a little less rich. and she gets it. she does.

but when she sees someone with a sub mark stepping outside a business — work, probably — without an umbrella to raise overhead, she steps in. ]

Here. We can share.

02. supplemental income - network user @starkov (cw: lactation)

did anyone else get signed up for a medical trial?

03. wildcard

[ DM to plot a unique/alternate starter. ]

maria deluca - roswell, new mexico - dominant

[her_own_savior]

» » » ALL ABOARD

One second, she's in the hospital, breaking up with Guerin. The next, she's in front of two doors. Picking one, she steps through to yet another antiseptic medical environment. And for several long, heartrending minutes, she thinks she's been caught. She thinks the blood tests have come up with something strange, some sign of what she is, even if in some small part. She fights at the attendants and, far too quickly for her to beg otherwise, she's sedated just enough for them to continue their work.

They talk and explain and quickly Maria realizes she's not in Roswell anymore.

By now, she's been back to her apartment in the Up, gotten changed, and gone along with the tour. Her mind is all a muddle, a confused haze as she tries to take in all the information being given to her as well as what she's taking away from it all. She sits on the train, watching people enter and exit, the way some are dragged by leashes, one kneeling the entire time before their Dominant.

Maria turns away with a look of disgust, resting her hand over her throat. It's mercifully free of that Submissive mark but she still feels like she's being slowly strangled.

« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

She keeps to the Up. Partially because she's scared, yes, of course; not scared of the Down exactly but unsure of how to prepare herself for the entire city. She keeps to her apartment. But mostly that's because it's only been a few days and she still has very little in the way of an idea of what's going on. She understands what she's been told and she hates every part of it. She despises it. But finally, after two days of simply trying to find what she can on the network, she gives up and goes for a walk.

She hasn't got an umbrella, but she still has the plastic rain attire from her first day. It does what it needs to do, but at a certain point, walking through the park and trying to get some kind of comfort, she slips in a patch of mud and lands hard on her ass. It's not too bad but her hands are covered and she holds them out into the downpour to try and get the worst of the mess off.

She might be cursing to herself, just a little, as she sits there in the mud.

» » » SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME

Enrolled in trials. Just what she wants. Maria's no stranger to the concept; she knows her history. Thankfully, while it's enforced, no one seems to be standing over her shoulder demanding that she takes the pills. She does pocket them though, just in case. She's a Dominant and has good housing but she doesn't have a job yet and she knows how far a buck goes.

Still, she doesn't trust them.

"Hey," she calls to someone else coming out of the clinic. She approaches with the bottle of pills in hand. "You're not thinking of taking these, are you?"

« « « STICKY FINGERS

Maria does not have an umbrella, but she is quickly caring less and less. Not that she enjoys the effects of the rain, but the more often she gets affected, the more she knows how to control herself. Get herself home.

But it's someone else's unfortunate day when Maria spies two of the Bulldogs attempting to steal an umbrella. It's still in the hands of someone trying desperately to fight them off, but there are two Bulldogs and one other, and Maria cannot tell at first glance whether the single person is capable of defending themself or not.

Setting her jaw, Maria strides down the wide alleyway where they've cornered someone.

"You do not want to deal with me right now," she all but growls. One of the Bulldogs turns to her with a cocky smirk on his lips, the kind she just hates, and without breaking her stride Maria simply knees him in the groin. No questions, no hesitation.

Only now there's one problem: the other Bulldog.

» » » NETWORK

un: wild-pony
And I thought living in Roswell was weird.

Okay let's get some things out in the open: My name is Maria, I am new, I am a Dominant, I hate this shit. I don't think I need to go into the reasons why, but if you want an itemized list, you're an idiot.

I need a job though. I don't do well with sitting around and I need cash, even with my designation. I own a bar back home, so if anyone is looking for a good bartender or manager, contact me.

I'm also a damn good psychic, so if you want to have your palm read for your future in this hell hole, maybe I can find your silver lining.

Thanks.

« « « WILDCARD & NOTES

(( Testing, testing, 1 2 3. Maria's from the season 2 finale. Hit me up at evilsalmon or Evil Salmon#2308 if you want to hash out a different thread than what the starters here allow. ))

cain ✭ starfighter / submissive

[feck]

☆ all on display

[ the details are vague before he comes through the door.

really, not what he likes to think about. not what he's going to think about either, especially with these assholes trying to strip him out of his clothes and reassure him of— what? who the hell cares. cain bares his teeth and growls at them like the caged dog he feels like, punching one in the face hard enough to draw blood. it takes too many of them to subdue him and none at all after they tranq him. or drug him with something. whatever it is, he's compliant after that, and to add insult to injury, they don't even bother dressing him in the cheap plastic shit they're giving everyone else.

they dump him outside and toss the plastic boots right next to his head.

cain grabs them but doesn't think to put them on, squinting out at wherever he is. there's some quiet curse in russian as he, at the very least, pulls on the top and yanks the hood over his already soaked hair. how long's it been since he's seen this? rain? maybe never, but he's still too out of it from their drugs to properly care. what's more, he doesn't realize something is wrong until he starts moving through the crowd and some passersby stare at him. his thoughts are a mess, and he's only got one thing on his mind anyway.

where the hell is he, and where the hell is abel?

two things, but whatever. ]

What the hell are you looking at?

[ his expression sours, but it's not as if he notices the fact there's a new mark running down the length of his throat either. so maybe that's why. or, if they're a prude, it could be that he's practically naked. ]

☆ sticky fingers

[ cain's been keeping an eye on some guy for the last half an hour. maybe more.

they're a tight-knit group, whoever they are. passing off whatever they steal and continuing on like no one's noticed. or will notice. but he's bored, and trying to conceal his mark hasn't gone as well as he'd hoped. still, burning off a little energy that isn't fucking seems like fun. so, without so much as an invite, cain joins the hunt. he continues stalking his original target for a little longer, watching as he moves and spots his next victim.

as soon as he moves, cain strikes.

their hands go for someone's umbrella, and cain's go for the guy's wrist. he cracks it hard, turns to pin his arm and shoves him backwards into the crowd without so much as flinching, reaching up to take the umbrella himself. but not to actually steal it. instead, he keeps his eyes low and crowds up into this person's space, nudging them towards an alleyway. if he can lure more of them in, he can take whatever they've got and see if it's worth anything.

to the person he's sort of kidnapped: ] There's more of them on the way.

[ but rather than sound concerned, he's smirking. ]

☆ wildcard

[ still undecided on canonpoint right now but definitely leaning towards sub just to give him hell, but that's also flexible. feel free to hit me up with whatever prompts from above or even wildcard a text option. lbr he probably sent a dick pic and it wasn't even an accident. will match style. for questions or plotting, pm me! ]

CLARY FRAY — SHADOWHUNTERS ( dominant )

[biscuity]

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY.
cw: aphro, dub-con, nsfw

[ When the rain first hits in the Up, Clary's ill-prepared. The weather had been cold enough when she arrived that she hadn't anticipated rain so quickly and so one day as she's out exploring, getting a better lay of the land, she's caught without an umbrella. Aside from it being unbelievably cold, she doesn't actually worry too much. Until her clothes start disintegrating, that is, which is really only after a few drops. She'd anticipated getting at least partially soaked while trying to find a shop or building to duck into, but this?

At first, she panics thinking that it's some kind of acid rain, something that will eat away at her skin as well, and she frantically ducks under an awning somewhere. But as she pats the spots where the fabric of her shirt and pants got hit, she realizes that it's not burning her. Her relief is short-lived, however, as a familiar but very unexpected heat starts to thrum through her veins.

Glancing to someone else who was either already beneath the awning and unaffected by the rain or some unlucky soul that got wet and ducked to safety with her, Clary offers what's supposed to be an apologetic smile. It comes out far flirtier than she'd intended, though. ]

I guess even the rain here is abnormal, huh?

UNDER MY UMBRELLA, ELLA, ELLA.

[ As the rain continues, Clary manages to get her hands on an umbrella through some sheer stroke of luck. (Although obtaining it was no easy feat; she'd honestly feared for her life at one point.) But she's always been a generous person so when she's walking through the city, in the Up or the Down, and spots someone who isn't quite so lucky, she's quick to catch up to them. ]

Hey, [ she calls out when she's close enough, lifting her umbrella a little higher. ] Need some help getting somewhere?

[ Even without a contract, the fact that her neck and chest are unmarked makes it far easier for Clary to traverse the city. If she's in the Down, though, it's possible she hasn't yet realized the differences in what the rain does in that part of the city. Thankfully she's a lot tougher than she looks... ]

NETWORK. text | username: @ fray

What's the longest amount of time someone's been trapped here?

WILDCARD.

ooc: open to just about everything with this except the lactation portion of the supplement trial. if you want to do something with the trial, clary will have been unwillingly/unwittingly signed up for her vs actively choosing to do it. i'm also up for mugging and whatnot! hmu via pm, footnotes, or discord at intermediacy#3835 to plot or chat about options.

also, a note! clary is 18 as of her canonpoint, and pretty freshly so. that said, smut options are ota 17+, as clary's bicurious and much more likely to act on that with aphro involvement. her kinklist from an old game is here for anyone curious!

rani lakshmibai | the order: 1886 | dominant

[shri]

i. train tour
England might boast the greatest technology the world has ever seen - but even that was a poor sight in comparison to this.

Lakshmi - or Rani as she has introduced herself to many others here - sits herself down in the seat next to the window, but next to the door. She is here to sightsee, so to speak. But more to know this place that she has woken up in. Taking slow mouthfuls of a drink that has been brought to her as a Dominant. It's an old role. One very familiar to her most of all, to simply walk into any space like she expects to be in command.

She leans back into her seat, one leg propped up over the other. Shoulders rolling flat in the pose as if she is at ease and yet - she is not. Not completely. There is a slow turn of her eyes over people that move past her, as much as over the places as they roll by. At least until there is another Liar near her and who is being shoved along. It's not the first time she has moved into this position, she turns her head like the world bores her and then looks back.

"Unhand them. I need them." Then flat, back to the submissive. "Come here, sit down. I want something."

It books no argument. It's not a Queen's tone of self-entitlement, or a cruel mistress here to punish, no it is a commander flat in order and used to being followed.

ii. rain rain go away
Rain isn't anything she would note, growing up under the crack of the monsoon that split apart the sky in a torrent, or the ceaseless drizzle of England that never quite decided if it wanted to or not.

Though this firmly falls closer to the former than the latter she turns a squint up at the sky. Realising what was about to happen. Right, then, and she pulls her scarf up to veil her head and face.

At least until she realises what is happening. "Shit."

Time to get the hell out of the rain before it takes the rest of her clothes with her. Not that she's pleased, not that she can articulate it as she gets undercover and feels the lightheadedness, but it follows with a furious bite afterwards. Not these clothes. These clothes were all she had left. "Shit, shit, shit."

iii. sticky fingers
It is perhaps not the wisest the young men and women have made in their life. With the long knife strapped to her back that she wears, she would think they might know better. Though in the effort to preserve the clothes she has left, she has changed to something at least a little more familiar. Something to apparently suit what they expect of her now. She really had no intention of starting any fight, but that was true of her life constantly, wasn't it? She never wanted the fight, but oh, how it always came.

But stupidity is a flavour in every land she's ever been in.

No less here apparently. She has the umbrella in hand until the man steps up on her side, and she whirls on him the second he goes to snatch it. Then she turns just as fast and drives her elbow straight into his throat. Listening to that wet gag as he choked on the impact. He wasn't dead, spare her that at least, but he was going to have trouble speaking for the next week. Leaning over his prone form on the wet ground, she goes to take the umbrella back. Business as usual.

Until she hears the footsteps around her, clearing her throat, as she feels them circle against her back. Her eyes turning skyward briefly as the rain came down and began to dissolve her clothes through. "Is this really what we all wish to do this evening?" Sighing in a long frustration out through her nose, she shuts her eyes, and slowly moves her hand to her back and the blade strapped there. One, two, three fingers wrapping around the handle of the knife.

"I suggest if you have a family, you go home, I do not have the money to pay widows yet."

It was only fair, after all, to warn them.

[ ooc: yes she is the actual historical figure rani lakshmibai, and I do not mind if your character would know who she is!! but in this version, she really, really, REALLY, hates werewolves and vampires and has no mercy for them, but otherwise does not mind other supernatural creatures, just those ones. also if you're English. sorry about that but she is not very sorry at all. but just heads up, she's angry and stubborn. ]

All Aboard bc he has to see her *immediately* omf

[angrycowboy]

It's a whole year earlier for this version of Guerin. There hasn't been any hospital. There hasn't been a relationship to break up from, even, though he'd had hope. For him, that was some time ago.

And now she's here in front of him, and he almost doesn't believe it.

"Deluca?"

He asks, as if there's any doubt. As if he wouldn't know the back of her head anywhere, never mind the whole shape of her. He pushes past other passengers, catches her arm, and pulls her around to him. She has no submissive mark - that's a source of relief, and makes him breathe out, and even smile.

And then there's the relief of seeing her, which isn't fair at all. Because he shouldn't be happy that she's here, not knowing what it'll mean and what she'll go through. It doesn't matter. He still is.

The biggest clue that he's from her past will be the fact that the hand touching her arm is broken.

"When did you get here? Did they hurt you?"

Dick Grayson | Titans | Submissive

[carrera]

Rain rain go away (Up)

While it hadn't taken long to learn what happens with the rain, it had happened while Dick was out and about in the Up. By the time he gets somewhere out of the acidic water, he's lost his shirt and his jeans have definitely seen better days. A problem getting worse as the droplets run in rivulets over the denim and eat away more of the fabric.

"Are you kidding me?"

Muttering to no one in particular, hoping to outwait the rain, and realizing that isn't going to happen. Wearing the equivalent of short shorts, Dick watches for someone with an umbrella, hoping he might see someone he knows and can get back to his apartment, or anywhere with clothes, before he finds himself naked.

A thought that makes him nearly smile, gesturing for someone with an umbrella to come close as the rain takes effect.

"Hi. Mind helping me out?

Supplemental income

There's nothing in Dick that has plans to take the untested drugs that are being offered to them for money. It's obvious in the short time he's been in the city to know they're likely aphrodisiacs, that they're probably laden with all kinds of uppers and Viagra like supplements.

In the end he took it not for himself and by his own choice but because of another who he volunteered to take their place in the tests.

He's surprised when there doesn't seem to be any kind of sexual side effect the first day, no changes at all that he notices.

Until he wakes up the next day and he's blind.

Suddenly his lessons are the most helpful thing as he makes his way through the city, luckily with an umbrella now, and tries to find his way to the hospital or a the clinic administering the drugs.

He enters a business, pausing at the door as he closes the umbrella.

"Pardon? Can you help me?"

Sticky Fingers - Supplemental continued (Down)

The first person to try and take the umbrella from Dick finds himself on the ground on the second blow, even as he turns to strike another. He can't see them, and he can hear them muttering about that as he closes the umbrella, using it as a staff as he fights off the others.

The good thing is he manages to drive them away, and he's kept his umbrella.

The bad news is he's wet again and already there's holes in his clothes as the water soaks in and eats away at the fabric. He groans, both from the sensation and the knowledge of what's happening.

"What is wrong with this place?!"

(ooc: open to others involved in the fight with the Bulldogs or finding him as he's first caught in the rain. If there's any particular starter you might want, throw it at him or hit me up at mythotica for a starter.)

[confiscated]

Would fabric collars (and/or other restraints) melt in the rain? And what about metals from clothing fastenings?

Jace Wayland | Shadowhunters | Submissive

[bloodofithuriel]

ALL ABOARD

Jace was not used to other people putting markings on him without his permission. Certainly not while he was unconscious. Definitely not a marking that did nothing but apparently meant everything. He hadn't reacted particularly well to being examined and had ended up restrained and sedated at some point, although he wasn't sure he remembered things very clearly. He did remember panicking about his stele and being assured it would be found in his assigned housing. Honestly, what was really bothering him was his bond rune. The parabatai bond had flared, sharp and sudden and hot when he'd first woken up, which made no sense. Alec hadn't been with him. He'd have known if he was. Wouldn't he have?

He'd been dressed in clear plastic clothing, which was ridiculous. Not that Jace had a great deal of modesty, but he also wasn't used to walking around essentially naked.

There were rules. A lot of rules. A lot of rules that were embarrassing and seemed rather restrictive. Jace had never really liked rules. He definitely didn't like rules that governed his sex life of all things.

Then there had been a train ride, a whirlwind tour of a land that looked, in a lot of ways, like a watered-down Idris, and now he was back in what was apparently the Down, where he now apparently lived and it looked a lot like a Downworld slum, actually. He knew Downworlders who wouldn't live like this, actually.

The train had dropped him off in some place called Riddler's Square, and now he had to use this thing that was like a very high-tech cell phone to find his way to his new place of residence, so he could get his stele and this things and figure out what to do next. He was a lot calmer than he thought he would be right now. He didn't know if that was because of the drugs still in his system, or because he had an immediate plan of action right now. He could panic later, he supposed.

The rain was pouring down, but he was pretty well covered, although he'd definitely gotten a couple of drops on his hands when he'd been checking his network device. He was pretty sure he knew which direction to head, though.


NETWORK. text | username: @ allthatandchips

🔒 Shadowhunters/Downworlders
I don't suppose anyone I know is here and can tell me what in the actual hell is going on?!?

Wildcard & Notes

[[OOC: I could also be up for Rain Rain Go Away & Supplemental Income, I'd just really prefer to discuss details prior to. Info, etc, is HERE.]]

tyrell neilson - original character - submissive

[sing_high]

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

Ty is used to rain. He's used to hurricanes and thunderstorms and rainstorms that are warm and last five minutes before they clear away again to sunshine. What he's not used to is being out in the rain with only clear plastic rain gear and no idea where he's at.

It's all just a tad overwhelming, and crowded, which are two very good reasons for not shifting into a bird and flying like mad in any random direction. If he were thinking rationally, he would realize that this fucked up dreamscape isn't exactly a place where he should be concerned about keeping his shifting nature a secret. But he's scared, frankly, and cold and just... numb from shock and cannot make heads nor tails of the public transport system.

"I hate cities," he mutters to himself as he plops down in his assigned seat on the train.

» » » RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

Rain gear doesn't do a lot of good when it's been stolen.

Tyrell snuck into the park, looking suspicious as hell but trying to be careful as he picked out one of the few trees big enough to hide him, where he could strip down and quickly shift into a crow. He flew around the city a bit, trying to test the boundaries and failing, before returning to the aforementioned tree only to find...

Well, at least his shorts were still there.

Cursing to himself -- this would never happen back home -- he tugs on his shorts and toes on his sandals and tries to jog as best he can through the rain back to his motel. He's soaked through before he gets anywhere near. He feels warm, but not from the rain, just from himself, his own body, and he's got an itchy feeling all over. He rubs his hands over his arms, using blunt nails to try and get some relief.

« « « STICKY FINGERS

Here's the thing: Hawai'i doesn't have much in the way of dangerous animals. Sharks and jellyfish? Sure. Landbased predators? Thin on the ground. One time he tried to study a lion at the zoo, but all it did was lay there and flip-flop its tail around. As a consequence, Tyrell isn't sure he's got the wear with all to really terrify anybody with that shape.

What he does have at his disposal is a German Shepherd form. And that's what he shifts into when he sees someone cornered by a pair of Bulldogs in the afternoon.

He growls and snaps and lunges for the leg of one of them, praying that he doesn't have a knife or a gun or anything but his fragile masculinity to protect him. It's worth a shot.

» » » NETWORK

un:ty-ty
So, I'm thinking that this is a lot for anybody. There's no way any of us who are from elsewhere came here and said yeah ok I'll blend in nicely.

So where do you escape to? What's your favorite place to commune with nature and shit, if that's what you do? Where do you go to separate from it all for a little while?

I like the Up park, but I'm a Submissive so I don't think they'll like me hanging around there too much. Down park's kinda you know. Sad af.

« « « WILDCARD & NOTES

(( Tyrell's info can be found HERE. TL;DR -- He's a shapeshifter with extremely watered-down demigod blood in him. Woohoo. Hit me up at evilsalmon or Evil Salmon#2308 if you have questions or want to sort out a different starter. ))

Rain Rain

[drmcsexy]

This entire rain thing is the newest of things that are irritating Kyle more than most, and he's pretty much "comfortable" with his life here. Except that there's mold in the pool, and he's got gutters that keep flooding, and at the hospital there's leaks everywhere.

It's the hospital he's coming back from when he sees someone slip in the mud. Another loverly byproduct of this year's rainstorms.

Darting forward faster than he should have to try and catch them. Standing over the woman, sighing because he hadn't been in time.

"Hey, let me help you u... Deluca?"

James T. Kirk | Star Trek (AOS) | Dominant

[wherenoman]

01. All Aboard

Jim has to admit that this is not exactly the kind of bright world that most people would be excited about. He's not excited about it either, taking in the sight on the train with a certain wide-eyedness in his look that betrays his newness to the city.

And then there's the sub, this one not accompanied by a Dominant that he can see, or that he cares enough to check. He taps the seat next to him as he makes eye contact, smile lifting up the corner of his lips. "You can sit here. I promise I won't bite."

02. Rain Rain Go Away

Jim can admit now that he picked a poor time to check out the Down, to see the other part of the city. Heading underground to get away from the rain had seemed like a good idea. He's now faced with yet another time he acted without thinking about it, and he just saw a person get mugged for their umbrella.

He ducks into a bar, noticing his clothing isn't quite as...there as it had originally been. He sticks a guileless smile on his face and offers it to whoever he sees.

"I'm going to assume this place doesn't have a dress code."

03. Sticky Fingers

In the Bulldog's favor is the fact that Jim is drunk, and alone not just on his walk home but alone on the city. In Jim's favor is the fact that he's been itching for a fight at least since he stepped into the city, and he's coming out swinging.

"That all you got?" He takes a swing at one of the gang members.

[ I'm alright with some light fourth walling if your character would know of Kirk. Hit me up at snowishness if you want to sort out other thread options. ]

Sticky Fingers

[guylining]

"Wh - hey!" Nate shouts, as he's knocked down amidst the fight. He hits the ground with an arm out to break the fall, and he's back on his feet quickly, but the whole thing disrupted his spell. He looks up, seeing the back of the guy who hit him getting an umbrella off some thief, and he rolls his eyes.

"Bloody hell. I like this shirt."

And this jacket, actually, and now they both have holes in them. Nate quickly kicks his spell back in, and it forms a barrier around him. The rain bounces off it, keeping him safe, and he comes up to the offender.

"It likes us naked. You owe me a vintage t-shirt, mate."

Then a pause, as he takes in that face. He knows that face. He's seen it before, covered in sweat.

"Hey! You're that guy from the orgy, Dorothy's friend. Been a minute. You okay?"

un: rani

[shri]

If it is permission you need, I am a Dominant who enjoys the gardens as well. I can write you a letter, should you wish for it, so they know to let you pass on my allowance.

[her_own_savior]

"Guerin?"

She just tore her heart out by her own hands in front of him, not so long ago, and now she's never been so grateful to see him. Her eyes prick with tears that she would be embarrassed by were everything not so incredibly fucked up and confused. She doesn't even notice the hand at first, instead simply throws her arms around his neck and pulls him into a crushing hug.

"You're here. Oh my God, you're here." She holds on until the train lunges to a start, and then she stumbles a step into him and pulls back. She ignores his questions for the moment because she's caught sight of the line down his throat -- again, something to distract her from the very obvious signs that this isn't going to be a simple reunion.

The fingers of one hand lightly touch the line and she looks up at him, fearful at first but then resolute. "We'll get through this. Okay, I promise."

All Aboard

[longsight]

Trains existed back in Mey-Rin's world, but this was all so... different. Her first experience on this particular train had been awful; glasses missing thanks to that awful full body examination accompanied by the uncomfortable clear fabric coat and pants against her naked body just made the entire experience even worse than it had a right to be.

Now though, full maid uniform on underneath her provided plastic raincoat she felt a bit more comfortable. She can't see Jim too clearly even with her glasses, but he is more than visible enough. The red-headed maid gives a slight bow before she moves to sit beside him, hands smoothing the crinkly, plastic fabric under her bottom as she settles.

"Thank you, sir... I hope it won't be too much of a bother."

[her_own_savior]

Maria's actually okay. She's cursing to herself, but also she feels... light. And warm. Maybe too warm, all of a sudden, but she's not giving it too much thought when there's a familiar face looking down at her. He wasn't there just a second ago, but then again, Maria clearly hadn't been looking attentively at her surroundings now, had she?

Her eyes widen before she grins up at him. "Valenti," she replies, surname for surname, as she tries to wipe off the worst of the mud from her hands.

"How much of the gang is all here?" she asks as she holds out a hand for him to help her up with.

Ryder | Kai Gracen Series | Dominant

[southernrise]

A. All Aboard

In many ways, Ryder looks the part of a Dominant. He's tall, and he moves with a grace backed up by his pointed ears and the gold highlights in his hair, and an authority that is independent of all of that. When they order the submissives out he stands as well.

"I'll find my own way back," he tells any of the city guards who seem concerned, although once the train has continued on he's left standing in Riddler's square, and he does seem momentarily bewildered.

"They expect people to live like this?" It's said beneath his breath, but not quietly enough to avoid being heard if there's someone close to him.

B. Supplemental Income

Ryder reports to the clinic as required, but he certainly has no intention of going along with medical experimentation. "I am Ryder of Clan Sebac, Third in the House of Devon, High Lord of the Southern Rise Court, San Diego. Whoever gave you the impression that I might agree to this was sorely mistaken."

He's offended by the very implication of it, and it shows, will continue to show before he storms out in a huff.

C. Sticky Fingers

While not the attempted victim of this particular mugging, Ryder isn't about to simply walk past what he sees happening. Instead he strides over, armed with nothing other than his stubborn insistence that this is wrong and his status as Dominant.

"Let go of them," he says. He tries to think of what Kai would say, of how someone who was armed would react. "The trouble's not worth it."

[ Hit me up at snowishness if you want to sort out other thread options or have any questions about Ryder! He's an elf, 6'4" with pointed ears, raised cheekbones, emerald green eyes. ]

finch ( original ) submissive

[incubo]

( rain rain go away )

[ when finch noticed the rain starting to eat away people's clothing, he retreated beneath a store's overhang, and he's been trying to wait it out. he's a submissive here, which means his options are practically zero, which means uh.. he doesn't have a change of clothes yet. he really can't afford to lose the ones he's wearing.

which.. aren't suitable to the weather, really (cut-off shorts, thigh-high stockings, combat boots, tanktop, leather jacket.. he's shivering, of course), but in fairness, he came from september in LA. he didn't really need anything warmer.

it's clear he's been stuck there a while, because there's a small pile of cigarette butts on the cracked sidewalk at his feet, and there's another cigarette lit between his lips as he straightens up off the side of the store to flag down someone passing with an umbrella. ] Hey! I'll suck your dick or eat you out or whatever you want-- [ he's not assuming what they have in their pants or what they prefer sexually. it's rude or whatever. ] --if you'll, like, walk me somewhere the fuck else so I don't lose my fuckin' clothes.

[ he smiles around his cigarette, supernaturally charming and stunningly, clearly supernaturally beautiful. it's.. pretty obvious he's not entirely human, anyway, given his copper-colored cat-like eyes. ]

( sticky fingers )

[ oh no, is that a couple of members of the bulldogs following that little blond twink into an alley? surely it's a good idea to check on him? he could be getting beat up right now, right?

only.. there's some noises coming from that direction now. just what kind of assault is this?

in the alley, uh, it appears as if everything is well in hand, at least. literally? the guy's would-be attackers are in various prone poses on the ground around him, uh.. masturbating, and the blond himself is leaning back against the wall, the fingers of one hand wound tight in the hair of one of the men. he glances up sharply as someone else steps into the alley, copper eyes predatory and dangerous for a moment, beautiful face sharp and hungry. a moment later, though, and he seems to force himself to soften his stare, chin tilting up. ]

Unless you wanna' fuck, you prob'ly ought not come any closer than that, baby.

( network | un: inkedtwink )

hey so i'm looking for a dom asap
pref someone not human or at least like enhanced??? human???
got a lot of stamina, likes to fuck, doesn't care that i fuck around all the time
pros: i'm into whatever fucking weird-ass kink you're into that you think no one else is into, i'm ready to fuck any time any place whenever you want, i clean, i stay out of trouble
cons: i'm basically gonna be a stray cat, i'm not gonna be your friend or your boyfriend, i want a bedroom that's just mine that you promise to stay the fuck out of

[ ooc; lil starving incubus, kind of bitter about his diet, has built-in dubcon warnings bc of his powers. bg has pretty severe CWs for abuse, so check out his journal at your own risk. feel free to encounter him elsewhere.. he'll probably go work as a cat at catsanova. ]

Glenn Sparks | scifi original character (tentacle creature) | OTA (Dominant)

[reorienting]

All on Display / All Aboard
His thoughts are foggy and listless as he's examined, his clothes confiscated. He flusters, unused to having his skin bared for anyone to see but himself in the dark. The clothes he's given are laughable, but if he wants to regulate his temperature, it's what he'll deal with.

He doesn't stay indoors long, however, and finds himself on the train, staring listlessly at his bare lap. With such see-through clothing, his scars are all on display, crossing his flesh over and over and only sparing his groin, inner thighs, nipples, and from the neck upward. His hands cover his lap for modesty, but he does nothing other than observe his surroundings with a listless gaze.

He's not really paying much attention to the tour, too focused on not making eye contact with people. His fingers twiddle together over and over, incessantly.

As the next stop is reached, he looks up in reflex, around at the people getting on and off, reflexively checking for danger. Finding none, he crosses one leg over the other, tightly, and taps his foot to the floor.

A person's scent curls close to him as someone sits down, and he reflexively shifts away, only to bump into someone on the opposite side.

"Ah! Sorry. I didn't-- I'm sorry."

His cheeks burn and he doesn't make eye contact, but he does glance over at the person, staring at their mouth to check their expression that way. His ever-changing irises take on the person's lip and skin colors as a result.


Rain Rain Go Away (CW: tentacles, aphro)
When Glenn's clothing is mercifully returned to him, it's with great relief that he can cover himself again. It's enough to make him want to smile.

Out and about, he doesn't bother with using his umbrella as the rain strikes his hair and drips down his scalp. It's nice to feel something that he hasn't caused himself. Enough that he finds a little place out of the way of most people to just stand and enjoy it, his hair taking on the faint scent of wet fur and feathers and something distinctly other.

But it feels pretty good. Enough that he's getting chills and feeling warmer underneath the pseudo leather-latex flightsuit he's wearing. Instead of using the umbrella he's carrying to cover his head, he uses it to cover the area in front of his groin, but it can't quite hide the fact that there's more than just a dick there - there are thin, worm-like things squirming under the stretchy material. Some reach as high as his hipbones, curling around it.

Maybe he should take a walk? But the rain feels good on his head.... It would be weird to not cover his head with the umbrella while he walked, right?

But it feels good. It's a small pleasure that he hasn't felt in some months.

Unfortunately, he doesn't notice that his flightsuit is slowly dissolving. Oops!


Wildcard/Other
[Please feel free to come at me with something you want to do instead! I'm open to being PMed, or you can also message me privately or ping me on plurk @ thekt!

[As an aside, feel free to switch to your preferred writing format if you wish; I'll match. :) I'm definitely open to all of the prompts, but just don't know what to go with for them. That said, he can definitely be someone who is targeting by thieves, or someone who stands up against them, depending on what you want! Most of his powers are nerfed in compliance with the setting.]

[angrycowboy]

Just like that she's in his arms. Michael is, sadly for him, not that used to having Maria Deluca in his arms, and there's the barest second of surprise. But it makes sense, doesn't it? He's a familiar thing in a world that's gone crazy. He wraps her up, and glances around to see what attention they're attracting. His first day here, he'd started a hell of a commotion on this train. He knows better now.

Thank god she's not submissive. It's the best news he's had in a long time.

Then she pulls back, and her touch makes him smile. He brings his good hand up to catch hers.

"That should be my line. God, you must be freaking out."

His eyes search hers, seeing the tears.

"I'm not new, Deluca, I've been here a while. I can explain," he adds, quickly, knowing how it had thrown him when Alex told him the same thing. "But just...tell me they didn't hurt you. If anyone so much as made a pass at you, I swear--"

[sing_high]

seriously? that would be sweet.

I figured people would be a lil stingier with people they don't know.

[wherenoman]

Jim can see her well enough, has almost immediately come to the determination that she's cute. He'd probably think that even if she weren't dressed like she is, but it definitely doesn't hurt.

"I'm sure you couldn't be a bother, not to me." He considers the seats for a moment, the view passing out the train window, the things he's supposed to pay attention to. Jim's never been good at following instructions.

"You're more interesting than the rest of this ride anyway. You new to all this," at this he gestures, "too, or am I the only one left gawking?"