TDM #18

[duplicitymods]

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« « « 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 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 quite pleasant for once actually. Sunny and warm. How nice.

» » » 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.

« « « BACK ON TRACK

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With the train system up and running again after the damage that was done to it thanks to the Rubies, Duplicity’s Department of Transportation has decided to partner with LIEs and their Orientation program for the next batch of new arrivals being processed at the facility. Their aim is to raise a bit of money to help cover the cost of repairs and much needed construction, and they’ll be enlisting the help of LIERs — whether they want to volunteer their time or not. There aren’t many vehicles in Duplicity, but those who do own cars or even motorcycles are encouraged to take advantage of the warming weather by coming out to get a free washing, courtesy of the city’s first official charity car wash. Should anyone care to make a donation, all proceeds will be going to benefit continuing restoration efforts at the various stations that were impacted by last month’s events. Of course, new LIERs aren’t the only ones invited to volunteer their time and efforts to soaping up some chrome — and there might be some fun perks involved for anyone who pitches in to help get these cars all squeaky clean.

« « « ZOOM ZOOM

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(cw: aphro, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public humiliation, fluids, coercion, dub-con, transactional sex) Even though Duplicity is a place ripe with debauchery and filth in many regards, that doesn’t mean that those who have the means to own vehicles aren’t inclined to keep them clean. Targeting those who clearly have cash to spare, the car wash in the Up put on by the Department of Transportation is an enticing spectacle to behold, whether one is having their vehicle catered to or not. Volunteers are encouraged to strip down to underwear or a swimsuit and get scrubbing! If they don’t have something skimpy to wear, don’t worry — there are spare hot pants and bikinis to go around. Hoses, buckets, and a variety of colorful liquid soaps have all been provided as well, along with sponges for washing - although using one’s own soaped up body is even better - and towels for drying. Getting all sudsy and wet seems to come with some added effects depending on which soap is used, such as: Lowered inhibitions/increased libido Substantial increase in production of bodily/sexual fluids (saliva/lactation/cum etc.) Wanting to be humiliated Voyeurism Willingness to engage in public sexual displays Some of these cars are going to get dirtier before they get clean. But who doesn’t love a show? In fact, one of the services offered is a bit of backseat action with the volunteers, anything from riding the gear shift to stationary road head. Car owners may request to have volunteers get it on in the back while they watch via a dashcam set up on the rearview mirror. It may seem counterintuitive considering the point of a car wash is to clean the vehicle, but engaging in such an act could earn a pretty penny for the fundraiser. There are other tasks to do at the car wash aside from, well, scrubbing vehicles with your body. Volunteers are also needed to collect donations, greet those who come to the event, hold signs to advertise and entice passerbys, help direct people where to go, etc. These volunteers are encouraged to wear as little as possible or white clothes, especially if they want to enter the wet t-shirt contest held at the end of the day. All those who participate in the contest will receive tickets for admission to a drive-in movie coming to a parking lot in the near future.

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(cw: public sex) To celebrate the return of regular train service, for a limited time, special cards with a magnetic stripe are handed out to riders. At first, it might be unclear what they’re for, but printed on one side is a list with every station between the Up and the Down. Inquire further and their purpose will become a little more obvious: “check-ins” at each station, with special prizes handed out to the riders who manage to achieve a minimum of five (the most common of these being a complimentary night for them and a plus one, if desired, at the Stay and Play Hotel). However, checking in won’t be quite as simple as a single swipe of one’s card. Scanning the card at any turnstile will offer up a specific sex act that riders must complete, either on the train itself or, if they’re quick, in the station before hopping on. Some acts might only require one person — solo masturbation to orgasm, for example. Others may demand two or even three participants. Better hope you’ve found a riding buddy, or even a possible friendly stranger, because all acts must be completed by the time the train reaches its final stop in the Down before looping back to the Up.

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(cw: coercion) Following the recent conflict that took place in the Down, LIEs has begrudgingly ceded control of the lower portion of the city to the Rubies and other gangs. Although some territory, including the public housing for LIERs, remains neutral, the area on the whole is seedier than ever. Thanks to this development, LIEs has decided to pair new Submissives up at Orientation with a Dominant to escort them safely to their housing in the Down. Whether the Dominant is just as green as the Sub they’re escorting or a longtime Duplicity resident, adhering to the buddy system is necessary in these tumultuous times. There may also be a few instances where Submissives are paired with one another and entrusted to the care of a native Dominant to help them to their new place of residence. Regardless of who goes with who, no one is to end up going home alone! Of course, in the spirit of matchmaking, Dominants are encouraged (if the chemistry is right) to spend the night with their Submissive charge, either in the Down or, if the Dominant is feeling generous, back at their place. If they wind up getting it on, both will receive $50 deposited to their bank accounts the next day. Sure, it may not seem like much, but for Submissives especially, who have nothing, it’s better than being empty-handed.

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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: If your character would rather live in the country or out in nature, they’re a Submissive. If your character is a city slicker or would like to be, they’re a Dominant. 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! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!

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QUESTIONS

[duplicitymods]

[snikthatch]

Is the car wash taking place in the Up or the Down? Or both?

Cas | Supernatural (Endverse) | Submissive

[useinsouciant]

i. ALL ON DISPLAY
The gown is a little awkward, but not awful. Though Cas keeps automatically reaching back to try and pull it more closed, causing tears in the paper. A useless venture, it seems like.

Apparently, the door he's chosen makes him a Submissive. Which he's fine with. He never minded bottoming, in the various partnerships he'd had at the camp. And besides, the motel looks fine. He's definitely slept in worse places.

Now all he has to do is wait for orientation.


ii. STATION MASTER
The card is intriguing, and it will certainly make the train ride to the Down more interesting. More entertaining, since he doesn't have his usual stash of booze and pills to keep him zoned out.

He doesn't have a partner yet, but hopefully he'll find one soon. He's not sure when exactly the first stop and check-in is.


iii. ESCORT ESCAPADES
He's always been a big supporter of the buddy system. And since he really has no idea what he's doing here, or much of anything other than his designation and eventual destination, Cas is looking forward to find someone to uh. Lend a helping hand.

He glances around, wondering who he'll be paired with.


iv. WILDCARD
[hit me!]

Airy | Bravely Default | Submissive

[faectitious]

ESCORT QUEST

U-Unacceptable!

<sub>[Sure, that might've been Agnès' catchphrase but that didn't mean Airy couldn't borrow it - there just wasn't anything else she could say that conveyed how offended she was. First of all? She was supposed to be dead. Her creator had devoured her so why was she alive and all in one piece? No limbs or wings missing? She'd consider it a miracle (hah) if she wasn't so utterly annoyed with what she's being forced to endure.

Somehow, with some sort of magic, she's been branded with a black line bisecting her throat, and no amount of rubbing seems to get rid of it. Second of all, she's had her clothes taken from her, white dress and all, only to be crudely stuffed into a literal paper lunch bag with holes cut for her limbs and wings. It's uncomfortable and ugly and she's absolutely furious about it, said wings flapping up a storm, making crinkling paper sounds as she erratically flutters to and fro in the Orientation Center. She's been told to wait for an escort, to take her to her new place of residence. Hah! How ridiculous.

She's not impulsive enough to flutter away though without one, not when she's completely and utterly alone in a foreign world. It's best if she waits for the person who's supposed to be her guide. It isn't as if she knows where she's meant to go. Even so that doesn't stop her from making a scene with tiny fists and legs kicking in the air as she mutters curses under her breath. She may be small, the size of a large doll really, an inch or two shy of a foot and a half in height, but it's clear from the way she holds herself in the air that she means business. It's only when she catches the eye of someone new nearby, walking in her direction, that she decides to flap her way over to them, hovering right in front of their face, her butterfly-esque wings shimmering under the fluorescent light.]</sub>

Hey! Are you my escort? I want to get out of this place already!

CAR WASH SALESMAN

<sub>[Airy might have had no choice when it came to helping with the car wash (strange vehicles at that, these cars were) but that didn't mean she was devoid of a choice as to how she could volunteer her time. Sudsing up her body and using herself as a sponge was completely out of the question, for numerous reasons, and so she's taken it upon herself to be a fluttering advertisement, holding up a small sign near the entrance. Being charming isn't a hard task for a creature like Airy, what with her shimmering wings and the occasional glittery, tinkerbell-esque sounds from the teeny scales of said wings when flapped excitedly. Of course, a little charm magic didn't hurt to use too, here and there, with passerbys who seemed like they might pass the event up.

Oh no. It was either shill for the car wash or end up being used as a scrub pad and Airy was determined not to end up the latter. Thus there's no hesitation in getting up in people's faces, smiling sweetly as she holds her handwritten sign. Who can resist the allure of a fairy, especially a cryst-fairy? Not many!]</sub>

Hey! You wouldn't pass this up, right? It's quite the spectacle!

_{[It's not like she's lying (for once)...what's happening behind her is quite the sight for anyone's eyes.]}

AIR DRYING

<sub>[It had been foolish of her to think she could stay dry when so much water had been dumped and squirted about all afternoon. Sure, she'd made a valiant effort, but in the end mistakes had been made. Hosed down (albeit accidentally) the petite cryst-fairy was perched on an overturned pail, sulking as she sits and attempts to dry out her soaked wings in the sun. She looks miserable but can one really blame her, when she looks like a drowned, oversized moth, the white dress on her frame clinging and semi see-through, much to her displeasure. Unfortunately for Airy there's not much she can do except wait for the sun's rays to work its magic.

And unfortunately for anyone nearby her, they'll have to listen to her bitch as she kicks an ankle against the metal side of the bucket.]</sub>

That idiot...should've watched where they were aiming that hose...now look at me! I could've died! Oh my poor wings...

_{[Dramatic? Absolutely. She wouldn't have died. It'll take more than a bit of water to take out a menace like Airy.]}

MIND THE GAP

<sub>[All she wanted to do was do a bit of exploring, to orient herself and start learning about where she was. The train seemed like the right way to go about doing just that...only now that she's actually on the station platform it seems like a bad idea. Everything seems hectic and crowded, with the usual hustle and bustle of a busy town but dialed up to eleven. Thankfully she can hover over most people's heads to make her way onto the train, the sliding doors mesmerizing her in the process. It's only when she's on the train car that she realizes her mistake, the doors shutting on the swallowtail ends of her wings, trapping her against them.

Whoops.

There's a high pitched shriek out of her as she begins to panic, afraid to wriggle too much lest she tear her wings in the process.]</sub>

Ah-! Oh nononono-! Let me out!

WILDCARD

_{[Want to write something else? Let's go for it! I'm down to clown. Leave me something here and I'll roll with it or feel free to hit me up at thirdimpact to figure something out! For reference Airy is from the end of Bravely Default and hovers (haha) just shy of a foot and a half in height (Think roughly a 1/4 scale BJD). She does have a more human sized form, but that takes a bit of effort for her to maintain for the time being. Plus it's far easier to manipulate and charm people if you're small and cute, right? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]}

Escorting a shitty fairy to her shitty home is a leaky hotel

[thirteenth_day]

[ Wataru had volunteered for the task of escorting others to the Down for a couple of reasons. The first being that he went to the Down often enough anyway, thanks to his job at The Sinema, and the second being he just enjoyed meeting knew people. Part of it was just trying to force himself to get used to the changes that have occurred over the past few weeks, though.

Though he was surprised to find his new Submissive charge was so... demanding for her size. And also that she was her size in the first place. He offers a bright beam of a smile to her before motioning toward the exit. ]

I am and we shall! I am the one and the only Wataru Hibiki, at your service.

[ He loved her already... but what theater fan could not love a literal fairy? even if she was wearing a paper bag. ]

It is quite a bit of a walk to the lift from here, will you be alright fluttering beside?

billy bones ( black sails ) dominant

[adherency]

AT THE CAR WASH.

[ billy doesn't know what he's looking at. he's overheard the word (cars. automobiles) but he doesn't know what that means until he actually sees these automobiles. they're big, loud, dirty and they move without the aide of horses or sails.

he stands there, open mouthed, watching these cars roll up while he holds a hose in his hand. he's meant to be helping, he knows, but billy can't help but stare like he's never seen anything like this before.

because he hasn't.

someone bumps into his back and that seems to snap him out of it. the hose sprays his pants, his boots and when someone points at the car in front of him, billy steps forward and runs the house over the dirtiest part of it (he knows dirt very well).

he tries to be slow about it so he can get a better look at the automobile and that just serves to get him completely soaked and covered in soap. he's never even like this when he takes a bath.

eventually, his focus on the car shifts and he looks down at himself and then around, trying to figure out why he's feeling like he is. billy's not one to usually find a brothel to relieve any tension or built up energy but he feels like he might need it.

right now. swallowing, he braces a hand on the hood of the car and tries to take a few breaths to get himself back on track.

it doesn't work. ]

STATION MASTER.

[ billy's got his back pressed against the wall of train and he's gripping the seats hard. he hadn't thought there'd be anything that would surprise him more than the cars but now he's on a massive train and it's moving faster than even a good, strong ship with the wind in its sails.

he doesn't know how people can just ride this like it's not a big deal. to billy, it is a huge fucking deal. when the train slows down, he leans forward, stopping to catch his breath. that's when he remembers the card that he'd been given. he pulls it out of his pocket and eyes it, stepping off the train and moving to get onto a new one.

billy doesn't want to look completely incompetent so he watches someone else check in with the card and then he does the same thing. when it pops up with something that would be better suited for a brothel, he holds it up and looks around. ]

What?

[ that's all he has. ]

WILDCARD.

[ feel free to throw other things at me. i'm game for it all. ]

at the car wash;

[chuffle]

[Daphne is out here keeping an eye on things; she's definitely not helping. She's sitting cross-legged up on a nearby stool, watching the proceedings, and she spots Billy, tall and unsure, and keeps an eye on him for a while.

He's starting to look very bothered, and she makes her way over to him, unfolding, looking up at him.]

Do you need help?

[It's worth offering, certainly.]

Greyjay Gallowsbait « OC « Submissive

[gallowsbait]

« « « ZOOM ZOOM

Jay looks over the given clothing options and chatters a bit with the organizers until he finds just the right get up: hot pants and a cute, water-friendly version of a top that shows off more than it's meant to conceal. It's not his usual sort of work, but a job's a job and Jay is nothing if not a professional. It might also be worth noting that he's got a smattering of scars - old and new - all over any part of his body that's visible. The largest are a pair of neat punctures just below his collarbones.

If he's chatting with another Sub that's been roped into the gig, he'll encourage them to just go with the flow. Don't fret so much. It's not that bad, really. Heck, he might even throw a soggy, soapy sponge if they're being particularly sulky about it. Catch?

If he's chatting with a Dom that's here to get a car wash, Jay is more than happy to offer a variety of helpful and cleansing services. "Scrub, buff, polish, wax, whatever floats your boat, boss."

« « « ESCORT ESCAPADES

No matter the state of the Down, Jay is fairly sure he could make his way to whatever hovel they've shunted him into. Then again, looking around at the city, he has a funny feeling that it might not be all that bad. It doesn't look like new Subs are going to be stuffed into some sort of miserable barrack, so that's a plus. Of sorts.

"So, boss, what do you think? From what I can get of the conversion rate, a fifty isn't something to sneeze at. I'm willing to take it on if you are. You wanna get blown or something?"

Subtle, he is not.

« « « WILDCARD

If you want something special, lemme know! You can hit me up here or bootknife

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Zoom zoom!

[blazingsword]

Keith is playing along here. He is being a good sport, damn it, no fighting or arguing or anything. He's even wearing the ridiculous hot pants, though he doesn't see the point in wearing completely useless tops that don't actually cover anything, and has his own share of battle scars (though the most prominent is on his face).

Speaking of face...

It's just that Keith has a chronic case of Resting Bitch Face, he can keep himself from outwardly complaining, but he can't pretend to have a good time doing it.

He catches the soapy sponge thrown at him, shooting Jay a quick, angry look for the trouble.

"I am going with the flow. I am flowing."

quentin quire ( marvel ) submissive

[mutiemeh]

( all on display )

[ you can always tell when a new batch come in from the lost, confused-looking submissives on the train platform in their paper gowns, ready for their first ride to the down and their shitty new housing. the ones that fight get drugged into cooperation, and some of them handle the drugs better than others.

quentin is not handling the drugs well at all. his powers are coming back by degrees, but he's too hot and confused, and time keeps skipping past him in fits and starts. one moment he's screaming at the staff, the next he's here, crouched on the platform with his head against his knees, struggling to breathe through the pain in his head and the panic trying to send bile up into his throat. his control hasn't been this shitty in years, and everything's so fucking loud.

stop it! his telepathic 'voice' fizzes in and out like a bad radio station, unintentional, dangerous if he can't sort himself out. stop it, stop it! stop thinking so loud! ]

( orientation / escort escapades )

[ arrival had been fraught enough that quentin is.. quiet through orientation. not meek, never that, but thoughtful and observant. these people can fuck up his powers that badly with one stupid shot, make him biddable. and he's seen the difference here between the down and the up, knows he needs to at least pretend to be cowed until he can figure out a course of action.

by the time orientation is out and they're paired up for his trip back to the down, he looks angry again, mouth a thin line in his face, eyes narrowed behind the round pink lenses of his glasses. dressed in skinny jeans, boots, and a loose, light sweater that may have arrived with him or may have been 'obtained' off someone, he certainly doesn't look like much of a threat, anyway. ]

So, what? The first time we get nothing, but after we're officially 'people'-- [ with the requisite air quotes. ] --suddenly they care about whether I get home safely? [ he clicks his tongue. ] Classy.

( zoom zoom )

[ the great thing about being an omega-level mutant of his particular mutation is that he's really good at multitasking. so while he's been forced into this stupid high school fundraiser porno parody activity, no one's said he can't do it his way.

he's perched in the air in swim-shorts, ankles crossed and a popsicle melting over his fingers, attention only idly on the two cars he's washing simultaneously. he's not being particularly careful with where the soap or the water goes, though, so people may be getting splashed with one or both now and then. oops? ]

( network | un: quire )

honestly, apocalypse would be embarrassed to claim this post-apocalyptic porno-dystopia. too many humans, for one thing.

how often can i be expected to be drugged here?

[ ooc; also open to station master prompts! as a note for those canon-unfamiliar, quentin's a powerful telepath (as evidenced in the first prompt), so feel free to mention in tag-ins what (if anything) he's allowed to read off your character! he may try to skim their surface thoughts, or then again might not. ]

escort escapades

[gwenchman]

I care about you getting home safely.

[ Despite coming across as a reassuring ball of optimism, Gwen is lowkey internally screaming. Seems like the second she was done getting used to a new world, she finds herself in another one with weird new rules. Super not-PG comic book rules. Pair that with the fact she can't see into the gutter space and she feels more than a little out of her element. Unlike her first rodeo with world relocation, though, there are people here she knows in the same situation. Quentin is one of them, and despite (or because of) the questionable origins of his sweater, that alone leaves her feeling a little more reassured.

Gwen digs her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt, offering Quentin a small smile and a headtilt. It doesn't take genre savvy to see he was stewing a bit during orientation, and she's not sure how much comfort she can offer. After all, she's the lucky one who ended up without a mark on her neck. Still, she's going to try.

Even if it takes every bit of willpower she has not to mention that they could make the easiest hundred bucks of their life. ]

'Sides, I didn't think they were going for classy with the "Sexy 1984" vibes.

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Submissive

[righteously]

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

I will shoot you in the face. Straight up. Right in the face.

( The statement is both blunt and loud. It almost sounds too factual to be angry, except that every line in Dean's posture is stiff and clearly geared up for a fight. It's clear from the thin black line down his throat that he's submissive, which is probably why the dominant person he's speaking to looks so taken aback. It's incredibly unseemly, Dean's behavior.

It doesn't seem to matter to Dean that he doesn't actually have a gun, his commitment to the threat still seems genuine as hell. )

Look at me, compadre. Look at me. Do I look like I'm kidding? Walk away.

( It's clear that Dean's been dubbed more trouble than he's worth, but it's also incredibly likely somebody's going to report his behavior somewhere. Would he really be Dean Winchester if he didn't immediately get himself arrested? What are they gonna do, send him to sex jail? Good luck with that, fellas. )

ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴ' ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴡᴀsʜ

( Look, he needs money. He needs a job. He needs to do something other than sit in a room in Submissive Land in a Submissive Apartment with a Submissive Roommate, because he's about two seconds away from submitting himself to making toast in the bathtub. Somebody says car wash, and the first thing that runs through his mind is thank god. It sounds like the first normal thing he's heard since he got here and everybody expected him to start chuggin' dicks.

He's not even all that shocked when they ask him to do it shirtless. That's, like, a thing. You put cheerleaders in uniform or whatever, you make dudes do it Magic Mike style. He's cool with washing cars in swim trunks. Hell, he'll be the most dedicated goddamn shirtless car washer you ever saw, because this is the kind of thing that brings him zen.

It also means he gets balls deep - almost literally - in like four different kinds of Sex Soap. He does not know they are Sex Soap. He just... really loves cars. )

ᴇsᴄᴏʀᴛᴘᴀᴅᴇs

( The dominant they send to him probably has good intentions or something, he assumes. It's annoying as hell they won't just let him through the goddamn checkpoint without a babysitter. All he wants to do is go scrub all the sin off and say like fifteen Hail Mary's to get back to his baseline level of filthy on a spiritual level. He's settled with his back on a support post when his escort comes out, arms crossed over his chest, and he doesn't even bother looking at them. )

Thanks, but I'm good. You have no idea how friggin' hilarious it is that someone thinks I need a body guard, so you can roll right back in where you came from.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ sɪɴᴋ

( Other misc. places you can catch him around:
→ looking crabby as hell on that train when someone tries to sit next to him -- or worse, dictate where he sits.
→ looking crabby as hell in submissive housing, judging the quality of the food
→ looking crabby awkward as hell when he goes to get his train card punched and he hears what he's gotta do to earn it.

Dean is has CRAU history from Meadowlark, and is from about half way through season 15. m/f and m/m are both cool, though he'll be much more awkward and reluctant about the latter. )

long train ride home

[useinsouciant]

[Well that's certainly a voice -- and an attitude -- he's familiar with. He waits until the dominant does, in fact, back off before taking a seat next to Dean, hands folded in his lap.

He, too, has the marking on his throat to show him as a Submissive, but unlike Dean, everything about his posture is relaxed. Much more relaxed than Castiel usually is.]

Maybe you ought to wait five minutes before pissing off the entire population of the train.

Pegasus J. Crawford | Yu-Gi-Oh | Dominant

[millenniumeyed]

[Note: Pegasus here can read minds and do some other funky things with his Millennium Eye. Here's his Opt-in/out for all of them, but feel free to indicate in tags anything you'd be okay with him reading!]

» » » ALL ABOARD

[In his years with the Eye, Pegasus had touched so many minds that they were too numerous to count. He'd seen just about every mind conceivable, the best and the worst, and more often than not, he'd found himself digging his fingers into the festering rot of peoples hearts over and over. And yet, despite this, the people of this place managed to surpass even his lowest expectations for humanity.

He'd informed himself of Duplicity and its secrets within the span of an hour by grazing over any mind he passed, but there was so much muck in and between the pertinent information that he felt covered in it by the end. The last time he'd been this uncomfortable while rooting around peoples minds had been- god, almost a decade ago now, when he'd been a sheltered seventeen year old terribly shocked to discover that my goodness, many people did not have kind nor charitable thoughts about himself and others! He'd been almost comically naive back then, and he'd learned a thing or two about how people perceived him during those first few months. He'd also learned to stop caring.

But the critically unsavoury direction of the thoughts were new, and thus slightly harder to let wash past him. He'd landed in some sort of BDSM city, with one half of the city throttled by the criminal underworld, and it was all very torrid and strange and, of course, absent of the inhibitions that would make people less awkward to read.]

Oh, no, you'll want to avoid that one.

[He gently, charitably guides someone away from a man with a particularly questionable mind and gestures toward a pair of empty seats.]

He's an exhibitionist. Believe me, you don't want to know how I know!

How long have you been here?

« « « ESCORT ESCAPADES

[While Pegasus isn't exactly enthused to be thrust into the role of escort, it is only practical for him to try to connect with a submissive. The sooner he can get a contract, the sooner he can start pursuing the avenues that will open up for him.

So when he's handed a submissive, he greets them with a friendly smile.]

Seems a little pointless to give you an escort when you'll have to brave the Down later, but ah well. Might as well get settled before being mugged, right?

« « « FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD CARD SHARK

[If Pegasus is to be comfortable in this place, he needs money and status, and since money is the fastest way to status, that is what he decides to tackle first. It takes some convincing before the Rubies agree to give him a loan, but he eventually gets one by promising to return it double before the end of the week, and he then steps into the nearest casino he can find and promptly proceeds to lose two games- but it's not without purpose. After each loss, he huffs and puffs and makes a show of downing a glass of wine, because there is a man nearby he knows isn't going to be able to resist taking advantage of some 'loaded idiot' throwing around cash, and he makes sure to look positively honoured and slightly smashed when finally he gets the invitation he's been waiting for.

By the end of the night, he'd won himself the amount needed to pay back his loan and considerably more (by the skin of his teeth, of course; he doesn't want people to get the impression it'd been anything but dumb luck), and it's with a bounce in his step that he cashes out. The moment he's out of here, he's going to get himself some nice, tailored clothes. But first- there's men following him, and he pretends not to hear the shuffle of their footsteps. He can't propel them into a shadow game in public; that would be showing too much of his hand too soon, so instead he steps out a side door and into a quiet alleyway and feigns surprise when they accost him.]

Oh no! Please don't hurt me! [He rather dramatically propels himself backward, hands in the air.] I'll give you anything you want-!

[His voice falters when he registers that he isn't alone with the men.

Well, that's going to complicate things.]

« « « WILDCARD

[Have something else in mind? Throw it at me, or hit me up via PM/Plurk @ Gwynbleidd!]

Escort

[faectitious]

Well that's grim of you to say, isn't it?

_{[Mugged? Really? The man she's been paired up with is a strange one but Airy's one to talk, considering she's the one who's the size of a large doll and sports a pair of butterfly-esque wings. That's normal for her though, it's how she was made.]}

I can't see there being much to steal from me. It isn't as if I have anything on me.

Jeanne-Marie Beaubier | marvel 616 | submissive

[deuxiemetoile]

« « « All On Display

[ It an unfortunate reality that this is not Jeanne-Marie's first time waking up in an unknown room, in an unknown location, eagerly awaits by doctors in lab coats. Not knowing exactly where she is has become so common place that when she regains consciousness, she doesn't really react. There's a level of unreality to it, to go to sleep in Krakoa where she is safe and wake up here, so she lets them undress her. She lets them bathe her. She's cautious, she listens, she lets them paw at her. It isn't until she's wrapped up in transparent plastic and tossed out onto an unfamiliar street that the reality of the situation really hits her.

What? What? She desperately tries to cover herself, zipping into an alley at super speed. a. You can find her there, curled up, trying to keep it together and figure out exactly what is going on, trying to count her breaths, muttering a prayer, talking to herself quietly.

b. Or you can find her confidently walking on her way to the train, exposed and unabashed. It doesn't take long in a situation like this for Aurora to take control, to protect her. If she needed the confidence to make it to where she was supposed to be, then so be it. Find her waiting for the train with the confidence of a woman fully dressed, frowning at the motel address in her hand, or walking through the down itself, trying to find the damn place. This would be so much easier with GPS, then she could just run. ]

« « « All Aboard

[ Finally dressed and semi-alone, Aurora was able to let go of control and let Jeanne-Marie take the reins again. They're working on it, it's progress. In the time between Arrival and Orientation, she opts for the train ride. Anything is better than this rat motel. Long legs elegantly crossed at the knee, she sits unassumingly in a corner seat where she can both people watch and look out the window. This is an intel gathering exercise. Pay attention to how she is treated (disrespectfully), and how others treat themselves and their partners (Unusually to say the least). She can't help but look both mortified at the public bdsm displays, but also can't manage to look away. ]

« « « Back on Track

[ a. Well Orientation sure is something. More intel gathering of course, counting the minutes until Jean-Paul inevitably finds her and gets her the hell out of here. She's already tried to leave only to wash up on the beach, so that was out. No, she would have to wait, and put up with....this. ]

Well this is a bit much, non?

[ b. She leaves orientation quickly, heels clicking against the pavement faster than would be normal, but not nearly as fast as she can go. She stops short not far from the orientation center when a donation box is shoved in front of her. Now she is a good Christian, as good a Christian as she can be all things considered, and believes very much in charity. She instinctively pats herself for any change before she realizes--they've never given her any money, and her wallet is gone. ]

j'suis désolé, I have nothing--what is this for, may I ask?

[ But the person asking for donations, if it's not you, sees the line down her throat and scowls before brushing her off entirely, leaving her with her questions unanswered. ]

« « « Zoom Zoom

[ Oh sweet Jesus Christ it's a mostly naked car wash. What fresh hell did she walk into? She had been trying to get back to the train, only to turn the corner and--can she even get around this? There are a lot of people just staring, and--oh good Lord are they--no way, in public???

So Jeanne-Marie is a bit stuck. She's trying not to watch, but admittedly, there are some very handsome men. Maybe she peeks through her fingers a bit, bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. Okay this is quite nice. Keep her company, or invite her to volunteer and loosen up, or maybe spray her on accident! ]

« « « Station Master

[ As of late, Jeanne-Marie has been in the driver's seat most of the time. She's doing well. She's medicated, she's safe, she's in therapy. Everything at home is going well. But she's not at home now is she, and sometimes the alters need to do their job when everything gets a little too stressful to handle. So it's Aurora's turn to drive while Jeanne-Marie rests in autopilot. When she's handed the card, she smiles. Oh, this could be fun. Once she gets to the first stop she scans the card and winks at whomever is nearby. ]

What do we think it will be, hm?

« « « Escort Escapades

[ After the incident with the donations, Jeanne-Marie backtracks back to the orientation center--only to be stopped and paired up with a buddy--for her safety of course. She does her very best to smile, even though she doesn't need anyone's help to keep herself safe. ]

I am sorry about this, but I don't think I will be needing your help. I will be fine.

« « « NETWORK

[ The network post video opens with her face, not a hair out of place and a tiredness in her eyes, in spite of her smile. When she speaks, she speaks in Québécois French. ]

« Jean-Paul, if you see this, please find me immediately, though I suspect that if you do then you are trapped here as well, which is no help to either of us. In the off chance that this broadcast goes past whatever is keeping me here, know that I am safe, for now. I don't know how long that will be true. I've tried to both fly and run, but of course there is something keeping me on this island. All I know is that it's called Duplicity, and the weather feels like Toronto in spring. I also can't seem to get any of my brands here, which is going to be an absolute nightmare on my hair, and they've provided me with generics of my medication which I don't recognize and don't trust to be effective. Please find me, soon, and bring my Dior perfume. «

[ She smiles, again, and now in English. ]

To anyone else who bore to listen to that and understood me, my apologies. We do what we can with the tools we are given. Que Dieu vous bénisse.

« « « FREE SQUARE

DO AS YOU LIKE!

un: cakes (Kate Fuller | Dominant)

[rambler]

I think all I heard was Dior perfume.

[ Kate strained every muscle of Spanish she possessed, but only understood a few words. ]

Don't think I've seen any designer perfume we know around here. But maybe you can get close?

Bellatrix Lestrange - Submissive

[meanit]

All Aboard
[Bellatrix is furious that she has somehow ended up in the Down. Thinking about dreary London, surrounded by Muggles or her sister's mansion, her old family home, out in the countryside, Bella's answer had been quick. Countryside. And now here she is. Stuck.
She had sneered her way through Orientation, pointedly refusing to talk to the muggles she's now surrounded by. But without wand, without knife, without anything but the clothes she's stood up in, even Bellatrix has to admit defeat and allows herself to be ushered into the train. She's not been on one since Hogwarts, and it's a strange flash of happy memories that pass through her mind as she stalks the aisles. The seats are full, taken by people without marks down their throats. Bellatrix scowls and turns to the nearest person.]

Move, muggle. I need a seat.

Zoom Zoom

[Bella, perhaps surprisingly, prefers the Down to the Up. There are rules, and she still has nothing, but the blatant anarchy thrills her almost as much as the havoc she wreaked on the wizarding world back home. Almost.
Still, Bellatrix isn't stupid. She knows how society works and though she's unperturbed to find herself on the bottom rung, she knows she needs to climb socially in order to get money to find a way back to her master.
So she stalks the streets of the Up, pausing to sneer at the carwash and the debauchery going on there. She stands watching, arms folded and a scowl on her face.]

It's ridiculous what muggles have had to invent to compensate for their inferiorities.

Escorts

[Good luck to the unfortunate Dominant who has been assigned to Bellatrix. She looks the Dom approaching her up and down, a smile cracking on her gaunt face.]

You? They sent you to protect me? Ha!

[She snorts, and her smile stretches, becoming almost manic. Almost.
Almost as quickly as it appeared, her smile snaps away and she closes the space between herself and the Dominant.]

I'd think about protecting yourself. You won't stand a chance against me when I have my wand returned to me.

[Or a knife. But where's the fun in spoiling all of the surprises?]

Wild card

I'm up for anything so just let me know if you fancy something else

Escorts

[gwenchman]

Wand? You mean like a super classic witches-and-wizards Sword in the Stone deal?

[ ... So the thing is that this girl is super unphased? Somehow?

It's nothing Gwen hasn't heard from your typical supervillain, the dark and edgy "I will destroy you" such and such. With that in mind, she's happy to try conversing! That's at least mildly more interesting. ]

Neat! Most of the magic peeps I know just use their hands. There's something super timeless about the wands, though, so big props! I'm Gwen, by the way, but you can call me Gwen.

Mona Vanderwaal - Pretty Little Liars - Submissive

[maisondepoupee]

Network
[When Mona appears, she looks so completely and utterly bored. But then something - anger perhaps - though it's too quick to really note, flashes across her expression and she tilts her head.]

What fresh hell is this?

Zoom zoom

A carwash. How original of the city. I mean, seriously?

[She shakes her head, looking disdainfully at the Liars who have actually volunteered themselves forward]

It's like, a total cliche that seems to happen in all cheap, boring b-list teen flicks. Now if I was running this joint, I'd've come up with something much more original.


Escort services

[Mona's acting the quiet submissive, stood passively waiting for her minder to come collect her. With a bright smile, she waves]

Hi, I'm Mona - total newbie here. Oh my gosh, is it really always like this? It's scary!

escort services.

[kicksnare]

Hello. I'm Rei.

( His tone is low, smooth, sidling up to her casually. )

I can't say I'd know, I'm new too ... What's so scary about it?

Astor | Legend of Zelda: Age of Calamity | Submissive

[doomprophet]

[All Aboard]

[He's all alone, in the spot that he picked, and frankly it almost looks like it should stay that way. Gray skinned, exhausted and looking not just a little frazzled, what definitely looks like a quintessential robed, cloaked and bejeweled wizard has packed himself into the far corner of the car. Right up in there, in the perfect position to just watch everyone like an exceptionally antisocial cat.

And he's ready to defend his territory too, if anyone makes the mistake of either not noticing him, not caring about his presence or, worst of all, taking even one iota of pity on him and trying to sit down next to him. He'll bristle almost immediately, gathering the robes even closer to him and practically hissing,]

Do you mind? There are a dozen other seats here.

[Doesn't matter that seats have been assigned in pairs, he needs both of them.]


[Zoom Zoom]

[Nope, he's got no idea what to do with himself. We haven't even gotten to the point of getting on the suggested uniform yet, but to be fair, we've not even reached the point of volunteering. 'Volunteering' sounds like he won't get paid for it, and he's not in the business of goddamn charity.

In fact, Astor would have excused himself almost immediately had he not managed to blunder into a gaggle of admittedly well meaning and very distracted, very wet volunteers, three of which had been hauling along buckets full to the brim with warm, soapy water.

… Had been. It's all on him now. No amount of giggling, air-headed apologies are going to make this better, and if he could remember just who it was who'd run into him he'd... Well he'd think of something, the usual revenge was no longer quite as easy as it used to be.

Right now however, there is one very wet, very flushed, very flustered wizard behind the car wash, trying and failing to wring soapy water out of his robes, having already pulled off his cloak, boots and trousers. The warmth coursing through him is strange and unfamiliar, his head foggy and thoughts muddled, and it's getting increasingly difficult to clamp down on the urge to yank off the robe and wander back out into the front of the wash.

Just... just maybe if he could find a towel... They might have towels out there, right? That's why the thought is so persistent, yes that must be it, that must be it.]



[Escort Escapades]

[The currency might be foreign to him, but when he has precisely nothing to his name, fifty is a lot more than zero. There's just one issue: it's a terrible idea and he hates it.

He's torn, he really is. On the one hand, he's more than aware of the importance of needing four walls and a roof over ones head, and painfully aware of the importance of money. There was a time not that long ago after all that he was telling fortunes to travelers for pay, before stumbling across the Harbinger. Astor was very, very much informed on the downfalls of having nothing at all.

But there was a solid difference between telling fortunes for cash, and fucking someone for cash, like just... a massive distance, a whole world of distance. But money.

Could he cheat the system? How could they even know if he was or wasn't actually sleeping with someone anyway, how could a bunch of nobodies know and see that much?

Therefore, here he is at orientation, with exactly zero intention of getting too cuddly with anyone, though that's not going to be too openly stated at present. No, at present, the dom who's been presented with him is going to be getting a seemingly genuine, if obviously very tired looking smile, Astor even going as far as to offer up a polite little bow in greeting.]

Good afternoon, I really do hope this isn't too much of an imposition on your time.

[Look see, nice. He's nice, super nice.]

Zoom Zoom

[hyahro]

[It's all been pretty confusing, all told. Probably just as confusing for the people who had to deal with him as it was for Link, seeing as one of the newest arrivals to the city happens to not be in the business of speaking. He'd struggled when he initially woke up, because of course he's going to struggle when it felt very much like he'd been kidnapped...only to discover that, no, that isn't quite what's happened here. That isn't to say that he understands it any more than he would have if he were more vocal in his protesting. Suffice it to say, he'd been ushered off to the Up right as the car wash was kicking off in earnest.

Because, didn't you know? He'd been assigned to be a Dominant.

The idea of a vehicle isn't foreign to Link, but a car itself very much is. It seems to be technology either farther advanced than his understanding, or possibly something more primitive if one wants to compare it directly to Sheika technology. Far less flashy, at any rate. All he knows right now is that a lot of people around here have been tasked to help, and well...Link is nothing if not a helpful guy, predisposed to taking up all sorts of random side jobs that civilians would ask of him. It's just how he is, even if it's not really related to the job at hand. Make no mistake- he's worried about having suddenly found himself in a place that decidedly isn't any part of Hyrule he's ever been to, but there's not much he can do about it when he's been stripped of most everything but the clothes on his back. But not for long.

Link has zero issue with stripping almost completely bare for this task, all the way down to a pair of swim-trunks provided by the venue. It's just more practical in his eyes, even if he's suddenly attracting a fair amount of attention now just by existing in the proximity of other volunteers nearby. He hasn't even gotten a bucket for himself yet and he's had to sort of awkwardly wave off a person or two who had tried to get a bit too close to "help" him out. It's fine, he's got this, everyone is wildly friendly here at least...maybe a little too friendly.

Yet, here he is unwittingly walking out of the frying pan and into the fire as he wanders behind the car wash to one of the spigots to collect some water for himself, happening to waltz right up on Astor partway through having stripped most of his wet clothing. Link is...much less clothed than Astor last remembers, but there's no mistaking that Hylian for who he is. Link, for his part...he hardly gives Astor a second glance beyond allowing his gaze to linger briefly- questioningly- on the shape of his ears that's so similar to his own. But with how most of his clothing is wet on the ground, he isn't able to immediately clock the Gerudo symbols adorning it without getting closer.

Strange, that.]

Andy Young | Original | Submissive

[scarrystories]

» Orientation

[ the thing is, andy is familiar with BDSM, he likes BDSM, so landing in a world where the entire society functions around it isn't as much of a terrible shock as it could have been, all things considered.

however, as he sits through orientation he comes to the conclusion that the city is creepy as fuck, and god knows he's not one to kink-shame, but he is kink-shaming the fuck out of it. quietly, he knows better than to act out. still though, the longer the talk goes on the harder it is for him to keep quiet, so eventually he leans over to the person next to him. ]

We all agree this is fucked up, right?

« Escort Escapades

[ andy doesn't need an escort, he's perfectly capable of looking after himself, and if he's honest, he wouldn't mind getting into some kind of physical altercation; a scuffle, a ruckus, a beating. it's been ages since his last bar fight and it's always very entertaining when an idiot walks away twice as hurt as they thought they were.

but it looks like he won't get a fight today, instead he's getting an escort, which is fine too. not as cathartic, but he does likes people, and if he can bury deep down how deeply messed up the whole situation is, he might even have fun. this wouldn't be the first time he picks up or gets picked up by a stranger.

he smiles at his assigned partner, confident despite the mark down his neck and the sheer novelty of the situation. ]

I'm Andy. What's your name?

» Network

Is it against the rules to decorate the submissive mark? Any tattoo artists out there willing to add some vines or flowers or something?

I actually worked at a tattoo and piercing parlor for years and never got one but it's never too late to start, right?

« CYOA

(( open to pretty much anything. info in journal and u can find me at fullofmystery ))

Re: Andy Young | Original | Submissive

[donateblood]

[ When he'd been unceremoniously escorted into Orientation, Johnny had protested. He's not new, after all. He'd (mostly) paid attention last time! But the guards hadn't cared or listened, and he'd noticed that he isn't the only old LIEr being sternly herded in.

On one hand, he can understand: it's harder for someone to say they don't know the rules, and thus break them, when they're dragged to Orientation regularly. On the other hand, it's kind of boring and--dare he think it--a waste of time that could be spent elsewhere.

The whisper from his left made him grin, and he glances over--careful to keep his voice low. ]

Oh yes, absolutely.

Randolph Carter | Cthulhu Mythos | Submissive

[questdreamer]

all aboard

Carter is, by all accounts, an unremarkable-looking man. A pale-dark-haired academic with old-fashioned clothes and a dark submissive's line down his throat. A few days after his arrival, he has adjusted well enough to begin to explore. He sits in his seat on the train, a leather messenger bag at his side, and watches the comings and goings of the passengers, as the train makes its round. Finding some small bit of peace among this indecent upheaval.

(...to those of an occult persuasion, he is far more. Beneath a dull tarnish of mundanity, his soul is darkly shining, with a lifetime of experiences that would drive most mad, and with infinite potential still untapped.

Something in the messenger bag screams with even darker potential. Some terrible grimoire, a collection of unspeakable knowledge.)

He is content to watch, until someone darts onto the train when the doors open at a stop, and grabs for the messenger bag. He shrieks, and grabs for it. It cannot, it cannot leave his possession!

"No --!"


station master

This. Had clearly been a terrible idea. Carter had grasped, too late, the nature of the acts that were being requested of them. And that, alone, was awful enough, that alone had him feeling flush and dizzy. But. But worse, even, was the fact that, staring at the words on the screen --

"-- I have no idea what this is supposed to mean."


escort escapades

The situation has begun to sink in by the time he reaches the station at the Down. And that brings with it terror and excitement in equal measure. He trembles, looking like he might be about to faint.

He'd sought a way back to the lands of dreaming. Is this it? Is this the price he must pay? This base humiliation? For how long?

He's been paired with someone, it seems. To escort him to the housing that will be provided to them. Until they're, until they... Carter feels faint again, thinking of what they have been told is expected of them, and instead, turns his attention to the nearest person. Another newcomer? His 'escort'?

"Please, excuse me. Pardon me. I don't mean to impose, but I must ask. Do you know, is this the waking-world? Or some debauched corner of the Dream-Lands, that we have been pulled to?"

escapades!

[patientman]

"That is a very good question and one I don't have an answer to." A pause. A longer pause. "And not really one I think is wise to talk about in public. The rules about how we LIERs are meant to behave can be rather strict."

In other words, he's happy to talk, but not here, not with their comms at hand.

Benton Fraser | Due South | Submissive

[understood]

[All Aboard]

[Fraser turns to his assigned seatmate politely as the train starts to move. It only takes an extra second to be courteous!]

Ah, hello. I don't believe we've met. My name is Benton Fraser. I first came to— no, that's hardly germane.

[He sure is dressed in a full Mountie uniform. It's not a kink thing, but given where he is, it's probably going to become one.]


[ZOOM ZOOM]

This eager volunteer hasn't even taken off his Mountie jacket to wash cars, but somehow he's managed to not even get the cuffs wet as he efficiently soaps up a soon to be squeaky-clean vehicle hood. What, was he scotch-guarded at birth??]

I must say, this is a surprisingly civic-minded enterprise!

[He pauses to adjust his collar with one finger. Okay, even if they don't show on his uniform, maybe the suds are getting to him after all...]

[Escort Escapades]

[Fraser is acting more like he's the one doing the escorting than being escorted. His natural pace is a fairly sedate but upright walk that covers a surprising amount of ground. He could keep walking forever. He likes walking.

Unfortunately, he also likes stopping everywhere there are signs of crime, so... everywhere... to examine, sniff, and in some unsettling cases lick various bits of the scenery.]

Fascinating.

All Aborad

[unfriendlygreen]

[ The polite thing to do for newcomers would be to glamour himself. The newcomers are, after all, mostly human and mostly new to the whole universe-hopping business.

Ragnor isn't a polite man, however, so here he is, all green skin and white hair and crooked fingers. ]

Ragnor Fell. A pleasure.

[ If he wanted to be meaner, he'd have pointed out that meeting a green, horned man would be too memorable for this Benton to forget. But he tries to be nicer these days, live up to this impression his friends have of him. ]

daken akihiro ( marvel ) submissive

[mistersnikt]

( zoom zoom )

[ daken hated it here from the moment he stepped foot in the place. on the other hand, he's spent most of his life playing a part and adapting to various roles he needed to play in public. this is just another role to play for the time being-- and it's a familiar one, at that.

so sure, he'd gone along with the car wash, stripping himself down to the tiniest of provided swim shorts. the soaps smell like they're drugged to hell, and he has no idea how effectively they will or won't work on him given his healing factor. given the last drug that had worked on him, he's.. wary. but they're sex-oriented, clearly, so.. just get through it, do what they want. play the fucking role.

his pheromones are all about making him seem approachable. it helps that he's pretty, that he plays to the eyes on him, wet and slick and soapy as he turns to lean back against the car he was washing, all golden-skinned and sly-eyed. ] See something you like?

( station master )

[ he already looks like sex the next time someone takes a seat beside him, smug as a cat, smelling fucking incredible, hair mussed and a button missing off his shirt where someone probably pulled too hard.

he's toying with the card in one long-fingered hand, and his blue-eyed glance flicks toward his new seat-partner, flashing the card between his fingers with a questioning glance. ] You know what you're getting into with that thing? [ his mouth curves faintly. ] Last one I checked in at involved a spitroast.

( network | un: daken )

how long on average does it realistically take to find a contract here? not that i'm thrilled about signing my life away to someone, but i should probably know how proactive i should be.

un: jbarnes (Dominant)

[sidecars]

Think it depends on how picky you are, pal!
I bet you could settle by today!
Well, unless you bring absolutely nothing to the table.

Dorian Gray | Confessions of Dorian Gray | Submissive

[brushoff]

all aboard
[ There is a grownass man sitting in the train sulking like a goddamn child. Honestly, Dorian didn't mind the return to Sex City. It would provide a welcome break considering his...everything of the past five years (though really, his everything of 2020 probably counted as much as the past five years alone). But to return to Sex City and be stuck as a Submissive? Again?! This was far too much for his pretty, spoiled heart to bear.

So, childish sulking it is. Whoever ends up seated next to him gets a once-over and then a sigh. Might as well torture this poor soul next to him with conversation. ] Honestly, if you've seen one train tour, you've seen them all. 'Welcome to scenic Duplicity, leave your dignity at the door.'

zoom zoom
[ Dorian knows what this is. And honestly? He doesn't care. Let himself get hopped up on whatever drugs are in the soap. He just wants to feel something, anything that isn't the overwhelming numbness that's settled in his brain for the last five years.

So naturally, he gets high off his ass. Dorian is covered in soap and suds, white t-shirt clinging to his body as he starts to scrub down one of the cars. But honestly, while it's just fun to have the fuzz of aphro take over his brain and have him not think too much, he'd like things to get a little more personal. Sex with a stranger is another way to help push down that numbness!

Someone, in their infinite wisdom, has given Dorian a hose. It's ostensibly to hose down the cars. But after a bit, Dorian decides to have some fun while hosing down the cars. After all, this hose has a nozzle with a few fun spray patterns. So Dorian turns the nozzle from 'calm garden hose' to 'massage jet' and decides to turn the hose on some of his fellow car-washers, passerbys, pretty much anyone that comes within hose range.

Surprise, you're being sprayed in the face with water by a bored immortal. ]

escort
[ They think he needs protection. How cute. Dorian's got an 'I know something you don't know' smile on his face as he shakes his head slightly. ]

I'm much more durable than these people realize. Still, if our lovely city wants to partner us up, I won't complain. My place or yours?

[ It's said innocently enough that the more naive might miss the purposeful innuendo entirely. That is, until they look at the shithead smile on Dorian's face and realize no. No, that was 100% purposeful innuendo. ]

wildcard
[ I'm up for whatever! for the canonblind (aka everybody), Dorian's a British immortal from an obscureass audio drama series who last was in Duplicity...oof, like almost a year ago. He's around 150 years old, has the world's most bonkers healing factor, zero morals, and has been battling a teensy bit of depression for the last five years. ]

Wildcard/Escort

[compellingstatement]

No.

[It's the first word out of Jon's mouth as he finds himself pushed toward his designated Submissive 'partner' for escort. Jon is much the same as he was the last time he saw Dorian, at least with his clothes on and hiding the new scars he's acquired. Small, underfed, and graying. There's also a prominent electronic anklet strapped around his left leg.

He bristles at seeing Dorian again, even after so long. Maybe because it's been so long, he thought he'd escaped the plague of this man and his innumerable iterations.]

I'm not taking you to the Down.

Snow White | Fables (Vertigo Comics) | Submissive

[defrosted]

» » » ALL ABOARD

[on the train, there is a woman whose beauty truly stands out from the crowd, despite the addition of a submissive's mark on her throat. she could be in her mid-twenties, she could be in her mid-thirties. it's impossible to tell and really, that time it would take trying to figure out would be better spent admiring her loveliness.

...or it would be if she wasn't currently scowling at the Dominant with their submissive kneeling at their feet. she announces to her seat partner while twisting her cane in her hands] If anyone expects me to do anything like that, they're going to be deeply disappointed.

« « « ZOOM ZOOM

[Snow has paused in her search for a decent library (it was either that, or go mad worrying about the cubs. she had to find something else to occupy her thoughts with. she wanted to know exact facts and figures rather than lingerie trends over the past hundred years) when she came upon this display.

it's not that she'd never seen cars or even car washes, Fabletown was part of Manhattan and she far preferred driving over the Metro, but this one had to be the most bizarre one she'd ever seen, while leaning a little more heavily on her cane.

just when she's about to turn on her heel and go back on her way, a young man looks at her, laughing, then darts forward dumping a bucket of extremely soapy water over her head, soaking her from head to toe and making her white silk blouse completely useless, her brassiere in plain view for everyone to see.

she took a deep breath to thoroughly lambast him--just who did he think he was dealing with?--when she suddenly started to feel strange. no, strange wasn't the right word, but she was struggling to accept the words which did since it had been countless centuries since she'd felt them of her own free will. she finds her cheeks turning deep red and presses her thighs together to try and get a handle of herself, wanting to be completely ravished and not particularly caring about onlookers]

I--I, ah. I think I need to sit down. Yes, that's exactly what I need to do?

« « « STATION MASTER

[so the local equivalent of the Metro, it was. only to her shock, the card registered not only where she was checking in, but also that she needed to give someone on the train a blow job.

a blow job! she'd never even heard of them back when she was young and wed to Prince Charming, and she never would have heard of them if it wasn't for Rose Red's tendency to go into way too much detail about her sex life. all in all, they sounded a little scary. putting her mouth on a man's cock? in front of everyone? surely they were joking. blushing fiercely, she approached one of the men on the train with a similar marking] They are joking about this...requirement? Aren't they?

« « « ESCORT ESCAPADES

[she'd rather not admit it to anyone, but she was actually grateful for the offer of an escort to her new "home" in the Down. she'd seen lands ravaged by the Adversary with more charm. yes, she was aware of the potential bonus in exchange for sex, but she had to wonder how much she really needed that fifty dollars.

quite a lot, actually, but it gnawed on her pride to admit it, even to herself. admitting it to the man escorting her was another matter entirely]

« « « NETWORK

username: raven's.heart

I suppose that I really am trapped here, at least for the time being. Are there methods for making it more bearable?

Also, I do hate to ask, but how long are the longest times spent here. I have matters I desperately need to attend to back home and I can't stay in this place for long.

((OOC: Snow White is actually the Snow White of legends and stories. she walks with a cane and is a mother of six at the canon point she's being taken from. due to the nature and age of the character, I'd prefer males twenty-five on up for smut. thank you for understanding!))

All Aboard

[understood]

[The Mountie in the seat next to her, who also has a submissive mark going down from his chin and disappearing under the collar of his bright red uniform, tilts his head understandingly.]

I imagine they would be, ma'am.

[His tone is respectful in the extreme.]

Illumi Zoldyck [ HUNTER X HUNTER ] Submissive

[aiguilles]

Escort
[ In truth, Illumi doesn't need an escort. He wasn't at all concerned about lowlife thugs that weren't even Hunters potentially trying to rob him or swing a silly metal baseball bat at him when he could have a needle between their eyes faster than they could register he was reaching for it.

Many other Submissives being paired up with a Dominant seem worried or concerned, but Illumi's face is impassive even as he raises a hand to whatever Dominant is assigned to him in greeting. ]

Yo.

[ It's a casual greeting, but his tone is empty. Like being in a paper gown in front of a stranger didn't bother him in the slightest. ]

All Aboard.
[ The city had an interesting set up, Illumi could admit. Normally he could even agree with segregating the 'higher' class society from the 'lower'. It was just a physical representation of what people genuinely thought in the first place.

What he disliked, was that it seemed to believe he was part of the trash down below, but once he was there he supposed he could see why. Violence. Blood. Gangs. Likely even a mafia or other organization designed to bring pain or end lives could flourish in a place like that. So if good breeding meant little and the designation was decided by job description, he could understand that.

Illumi has been to the Down and retrieved his awful clothes by now, his throat split with the new addition of the same black line as every other new Submissive disappearing into his high collar. He had decided that he should take the initiative to explore more on his own than what the tour itself provides. He will take the directive to take a seat with a stranger or he could be found in various locations of the Up and Down. Taking in street names and the like as he walks along the streets while pointedly ignoring the 'car wash'.

Eventually, he may approach someone, or perhaps he'll be approached by another exploring new person who can't (or can) sense the dangerous strength of his aura that he hasn't bothered too much to hide. ]

Wildcard
[ Any combination you'd like! Feel free to PM this journal if you'd like to plot something or want me to tag you on your post. I'm game. ]

This is a little late but-- Escort!

[towhatmatters]

[ It's somewhat refreshing to end up with someone that seems completely unbothered by the idea that they need an escort for their safety. Comfort has just never been his strong suit (at least, that's what he thinks). He's trained to be gun and muscle, and little else.

The idea that the Submissives need protection from Dominants rather than other Submissives, though ... Does LIEs know that the gangs really don't like Dominants? They obviously want sex to come out of it, though, and they of course have to promote this idea that Submissives and Dominants need each other. It's just ridiculous.

He returns the wave with a hat flick, and removes the cigarette between his lips to speak. ]

Hello. Welcome to Duplicity.

Ray Kowalski | Due South | Dominant

[shakebadguysshake]

i. ALL ABOARD
Ray doesn't mind taking the train. He took it all the time, back in Chicago, before he came to -- wherever this place is. The door he'd walked through had designated him as a Dominant, so he does his best to look the part. Back straight, legs wide where he sits in his seat. Taking up space. Trying to look like he fits in and that he's not completely confused by this entire situation.

God, he hopes no one kneels by him, or something. He wouldn't know what to do, then.


ii. STATION MANAGER
He'd thought it was a metro card. Like maybe they had to change trains and he had to swipe to get on the new one.

He was wrong. When he'd swiped his card at the turnstile, his eyes went wide at what appeared on it. Right. Right. It's that kind of place. This sort of thing is probably expected. But -- wow.


iii. Escort Escapades
Even though he's new himself, Ray had been encouraged to seek out a Submissive. To be their guide and help them get home safely. So he does just that, keeping his eye out for the tell-tale neck tattoo before he finds someone and touches their elbow. "Uh, hey. Need an escort?"


iv. WILDCARD
[throw me our ideas, I am open!]

1

[blazingsword]

"Move your leg."

The guy speaking sure has a visible tattoo going down his neck and all, but it's not a request. Keith would gave been perfectly happy to find another seat, but there's only two available on that car left: one next to a local Dominant, and the one next to Ray. Ray who might be a Dominant, but has enough of an awkwardness to him that Keith is betting on him being an outsider too.

He catches a warning look from a passing guard at his words and his mouth twists into a frown.

"Please," he adds, maybe louder than necessary.

Misty Day | American Horror Story | Submissive

[desiretoplease]

ALL ON DISPLAY

[to say that Misty was in a bit of shock would be an understatement. sure, she'd seen a lot of girls get hitched and right away started having babies among her once classmates, but Misty hadn't bothered to keep in touch with any of them, at most sending them a shy smile during church services.

she'd seen their men among the crowd preparing to burn her as a witch.

but this--this enormous amount of everything being demonstrated and talked about and crammed into her mind was...well, it was a lot. a lot she'd never heard of and a lot she couldn't possibly imagine herself doing. shin--shan--Japanese rope bondage? the demonstration on how to use spreader bars had her turning to the person sitting next to her and whispering in her Cajun-accented voice] Is this--are they for real?

BACK ON TRACK

[Misty sat perched on the edge of her seat, looking like a pretty bohemian bird, unable to keep herself from looking at everything, everyone present. it was a lot to take in and it made New Orleans look small and quaint in comparison. it didn't even look like the pictures of New York she'd seen. no, it was gleaming and glass and metal and she found herself yearning for the swamps already or for the confines of Miss Robichaux's Academy.

she thought she'd been freed, freed from her personal Hell by the voodoo demon and his helper. she'd seen the inside of Miss Robichaux's, she'd given Miss Cordelia a hug, and had finally felt like she could breathe again after years of inhaling frog's blood, chloroform, and the stink of a classroom of children. now, she was back in another cage. Misty clutched the shawl Stevie had given her tightly around her shoulders and started to sing softly] "I took my love, I took it down, I climbed a mountain and I turned around." [she'll keep singing if not interrupted]

ESCORT ESCAPADES

[she supposed that she should be grateful for the escort to the Down. this place seemed to hold more dangers in a city block than all of the swamps of Louisiana. but she wasn't entirely sure about her escort. they kept looking at her as though they were expecting her to strip naked and mount them on the spot when the truth was, she'd never done anything with anyone before. she wasn't even sure if she wanted to do anything.

still, she supposed she'd eventually have to. but did it have to be right now?

she smiled at her companion awkwardly and spoke] I'm sorry. There's nothin' wrong with you, it's me. I've had a lot of shocks in the past couple of days and I'm still finding my footing.

NETWORK, un: #1steviefan

hello! i was wondering if someone could help me get my music collection back? i'm interested in Fleetwood Mack, the albums Stevie Nicks is on, and Stevie's solo music.

i'm not sure how i'll pay you cause i don't have any money, but i'll owe you a favor. i'm a very good person to owe a favor from.

anyway, thanks to anyone who helps! i'd be really happy about it!

((Misty is a panromantic asexual, but she's not repelled by sex. it'll take a little time, talking, and understanding to get her there, but she's open to men and women seventeen on up))

back on track

[ibiza]

[ It’s a relief to have the train up and working again. Having been trapped in the Down during the chaos, Margo is just happy that things seem to be returning to normal. Of course, they aren’t exactly normal for her. She’s still recovering from her trauma. Her fiancé would probably rather that she be resting at home, but if she stares at those four walls any longer she’s fairly confident that she’ll lose her mind completely.

So, here she is. On the train, riding to everywhere and nowhere in particular. Margo slouches in her seat, looking out the window as buildings seem to whiz right past. It’s an amazing and dangerous world they all live in, but if one doesn’t think too hard about it it can seem beautiful.

Then she hears a familiar melody and lifts her head to find the source of the voice. Her eyes search the train car until her gaze settles on a blonde woman, someone who looks as much as she sounds like a free spirit. A smile replaces what used to be an emotionless expression and Margo watches the woman intently, listening to her song. It’s been some time since she heard a decent Stevie Nicks cover. ]

Kate Fuller | From Dusk Till Dawn | Dominant

[rambler]

All Aboard

[ There's a young woman sitting comfortably in first class by herself as the train carries remaining passengers to the Down. She may be considered a Dominant by these people, but that lifestyle doesn't suit her anymore. She belongs in the shadows with the rest of the criminals. Besides, it's just easier to steal from scum. They're less likely to run to authorities.

If you pass by her, she'll smile softly at you. Of all the passengers, she's likely the most friendly-looking. Maybe a good option should you need help. Or, should you pull out a cigarette, she'll get up and come to you. ]

Can I have one of those?

Zoom Zoom

[ Kate knows an easy payday when she sees one. In a city full of depravity and exploitation, men are predictable. They line up in cars around the block for a bit of titillation, and maybe Kate would have watched the TNA show with judgmental pity a year ago, but time has changed her. She's seen—her body has done—much worse than using her body for a bit of pocketed scratch.

In a bikini and Daisy Dukes, Kate uses her innocent-looking face to lure in her prey, smiling at the dumb bastard in the driver's seat as she leans over the windshield with a sponge and no shame in sight. ]

You need anything else?

[ And if you're not a total lech in a car, well, she'll be around the cars taking her turn holding the large metal bucket for donations. If you'd like to help her tag team a car, that'd be great! They can put on a show for their audience and lift some money for themselves. ]

Network

un: cakes

what do u look for in a contract
a business agreement or a romantic partner
what made u decide

un: amazing

[thirteenth_day]

It was a combination of both... is what I would like to say, but my Submissive is incredibly business-oriented while I am a bit more of a romantic.

[ Understatement. ]

So for us the signing was initially more convenience based. The renewal date is coming up next month, though we haven't discussed that yet.

Haru Okumura | P5R | Dominant

[battleaxebarbie]

« All Aboard/Back on Track

The gown is only slightly awkward. Maybe it would've been a bigger deal if she hadn't immediately been distracted by the promise of a train ride. Boarding is straightforward enough, and Haru is fortunate enough to snag herself a window seat, likely because she's one of the first in line.

Everything about the city is foreign to her, and Haru is more inclined to keep to herself unless someone approaches. She's pretty and naturally subservient enough to be content in taking a more passive role, at least for the time being. If nothing else, it gives her the opportunity to people watch. That group of kneeling submissives makes her think she should be doing the same, though she isn't making any moves to do so just yet. At some point, she overhears a conversation about a carwash and makes a mental note to volunteer her services if they'll allow her.

« Zoom Zoom

Maybe it's odd that they're encouraging everyone to strip down to their unmentionables before they get to work. It's not something she's comfortable going along with, though she doesn't even question the fact that changing into a bathing suit seems fine. It's an odd sort of double standard and now doesn't seem like the time to waste too much time or energy on it.

She does grab a bucket full of pink soapy liquid. A carwash is so far left field of anything the pretty redhead has had to do that at first, she decides to park herself off to the side, bucket in hand, as she spectates. There doesn't seem to be anyone giving instructions on how to go about it, so she wants to make sure she has some idea of what she's doing before diving in.

« Station Master

There's no way she's not going to dig for more information about the cards. The thought of earning prizes by checking in at various stations is enticing enough to win her over, and soon enough she's boarding the train again without really giving it much thought. It's only after she's swiped her card and received the explicit act she'll need to complete in order to actually check in that she begins to question this entire setup.

"Oh, I don't think I can do that right now..."

Is this what she has to look forward to at every stop?

« Escort Escapades

By the time orientation is over, Haru is starting to get a headache. It's a lot to take in, and she's not sure how to feel or what to think. Before she can even decide where to go next, she's being paired up with another new arrival.

"Hello! My name is Haru."

She's smiling politely and waving as her assigned partner approaches. It's a little concerning to think that people might need an escort just to get home, but what can she do? How dangerous is this city, really?

« Wildcard

[Haru can potentially be found wandering the city as much as she's allowed. I'll match either format. Also it should be noted that Haru is 17.]

train rides!!

[lempereur]

Shortly behind her in line is a familiar face. The changes from more than half a year in Duplicity are evident - his hair has grown out enough for a tight, tiny bun, he's put on a bit of healthy weight, and he's wearing a blue leather collar to match the dark line striped down his neck, but it's still Yusuke. He's got a sharp eye, and would recognize a fellow Phantom Thief from across the platform no matter how much time has passed for him.

"Haru-san!"

That giant head of fluffy hair would call out to him anywhere. The artist jumps onto the train just before the doors close, forgetting all about wherever he was going before just to be sure it's her. He grabs her shoulder, turning to face her without explanation or apologies.

"You're a Dominant. Good."

His own couldn't possibly take in another.

hazuki yusa ❀ puella magi madoka magica: magia record ❀ dominant

[yellowazalea]

ALL ABOARD

[ LIERs.

The title bothers Hazuki. She had never lied -- sure, she had omitted details but it had only ever been with good intentions. She'd wanted the best for everyone, for Konoha and Ayame, and for magical girls in general.

Or did it have to do with her wish? Could erasing memories be considered a lie? Or is she thinking about this all too literally?

Either way, whatever led her to this city and to this experiment, the immediate action is the same: she's to ride a train for a tour of the city. Knowing the location is an important as knowing who and what she is dealing with, so she moves down the train until she spots someone with an empty seat beside them. ]

Is this seat taken?


CAR WASH

[ While it had taken a little to find out what the volunteer car wash was for, once Hazuki knew, she was willing to help. This city may not be her home, or where she wants to be, but if she's stuck here for even a little while, she might as well try to help where she can.

She's currently in a white bikini, sudsing up a car (with a sponge, and not her body -- while she isn't ashamed of how she looks, she does still have enough modesty to not throw herself all over the cars). When she gets stuck working on the same car as someone else, she flashes a bright smile. ]

You got roped into this, too, huh?


OOC

[ I'm open to wildcard responses as well! Please keep in mind that Hazuki is 15. I'll be keeping all replies gen for her unless given express permission otherwise. Feel free to reach me for plotting on plurk @ spectrophile. ]

All Aboard!

[aiguilles]

[ Illumi had never been a fan of public transportation, but it was an easy enough excuse to people watch. It was a way to get more used to the way things were done here versus simply walking around, too.

So as the 'tour' continues on he doesn't turn his hollow gaze to gawk out the windows, but rather keeps them focused on the various couples around them. Dominants with Submissive's collared and sitting on their laps or kneeling beside them, others just sitting normally. Some even subtly and boldly feel each other up.

Yet the long haired man sits plainly, one leg crossed over the other while his hands are laced together on his knee. The mark of the Submissive cutting straight down his throat and disappearing into the high collar of his freshly retrieved ugly green shirt. When Hazuki speaks he glances up and nods without hesitation. ]

It's open.

[ Besides, she was clearly a Dominant. Wasn't he not supposed to deny her in order to 'fit in'? ]

Chloe Sampson | Jupiter's Legacy | Dominant

[thamiel]

ORIENTATION

[ Chloe can be found sitting by some display of people explaining the intricacies of the reverse cowgirl method, sunglasses on and a bottle of vodka in one hand. She politely claps as the group finishes... in pretty much every way the word can be understood, by the looks of it. ]

I would ask if you all want a lollipop but you've had enough sucking for the day. [ She stops herself for a moment. ] Or for the hour, I don't give a fuck.

[ Another group gets to the stage, ready to teach the audience about the ins and outs (cue Chloe snicker at the pun) of the creative application of cucumbers as buttplugs.

Y a w n. ]

Well, I guess it's time to move. Maybe someone is setting themselves on fire before getting it on, or something.

[ Invulnerable people have the weirdest kinks. ]

PLAYING ESCORT

So, I get you to your house, make you come and we both get money? And I might even have to punch assholes on the way there? Sounds like a good deal to me.

[ She's mostly in it for the violence, of all things, but doing something that resembles a good act also registers in Chloe's mind. Kind of. The extra money to blow on... well, blow, that's nice too.

She doesn't really care who she's escorting, other than that starting line, don't expect Chloe to be chummy, or even attentive. Her neutral predisposition is one of disinterest, but she'll engage in conversation if prompted.

Fair warning though, she'll probably make you wish you hadn't tried to talk to her. ]

NETWORK

Be honest, which one of you found themselves here and immediately pumped your fists in excitement? I know there has to be a few around.

That said, drugs. A place like this definitely has legal ones, and not only those that make you horny as fuck, right? Who's selling, and how many cocks do I need to gag on to get a good high around here?

orientation

[brushoff]

[ Honestly, Dorian's also tuning out the orientation. His time is mostly spent staring at the ceiling or examining his nails. Him showing up at the seminars is mostly putting in appearances so that nobody tries to drag him back again.

That being said, he's standing next to Chloe as she shittalks the group. He can't help but let out a little laugh. As someone who's been set on fire before, he can safely say that it hurts like a bitch. ]

There's masochism and then there's being a damn idiot. [ But then he admits, ] Though truth be told, I'd kind of like to see that as well.