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TDM #18


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is quite pleasant for once actually. Sunny and warm. How nice.



» » » ALL ABOARD




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




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


(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.


« « « STATION MASTER


(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.


« « « ESCORT ESCAPADES


(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.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES


Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character would rather 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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chuffle: (Daphne - I will argue that)

[personal profile] chuffle 2021-05-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can practically taste the arousal coming off his skin, it's so thick in her nose. She doesn't seem very bothered by it, though, as her lips tip up into a smile, as she looks up at him.]

Are you sure?

[She inclines her head a little.]

Maybe you should take a seat inside the car for a minute. It might help you get your head together. Get you out of the sun.

[She's teasing, just a little, just to make him suffer a bit. And maybe to get him to admit to what he might want from her.]

I'll sit with you, if it helps.
secretagents: (584)

[personal profile] secretagents 2021-05-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if someone were to call that facial expression a smile, they should have their eyes checked. helaine would regret getting involved with someone with so little talent if it wasn't too late to back down already.

instead she opts for damage control and blocks the view to dean with her own body, topped with a charming smile. she's putting so much effort into it that she'll be offended if the dominant were to even glance at dean's direction. ]


And I've done such a poor job looking after him ever since. Being in mourning will do that anyone, but it's no excuse. I will naturally take all the blame.

[ now will this stranger kindly fuck off? ]
millenniumeyed: (It's a beautiful new day hey hey;)

Awesome! Thank you!

[personal profile] millenniumeyed 2021-05-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Must be a curious individual, to look so relaxed, and what a vacant expression and tone. Pegasus can't really be blamed for reaching out to touch their mind before they've so much as exchanged niceties.

Oh. Looks like he really isn't needed, in this case.]


Hello there! I must be honest, you look quite a capable man- [Or, at least, a little more capable than Pegasus on physical assessment.] but since they're insisting... Pegasus J. Crawford. Who might you be?

[He gestures to the exit, inviting Illumi to walk while they speak.]
righteously: (¹⁵ Lᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's really a will vs. skill issue over here. Can Dean act? Totally. Does he want to right now? No, he wants to jump in front of the next oncoming train, and his sense of spite is way bigger than his sense of urgency right now. His temper is politely telling him that going to jail would be totally worth beating the ever-loving crap out of this guy.

This guy, who seems incredibly charmed by Helaine — she's a more important target for his attention anyway. Why focus on a submissive when their dominant is present? Dean's practically back to being an afterthought.

"Well," he says, "If you need help with any training... here's my card."

Which he produces with the flourish of a street magician. Behind her, Dean groans.

This freakin' guy.
)
unwings: (castiel00207)

choochoo

[personal profile] unwings 2021-05-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
If he doesn't, I will.

[ graveled, rough, and low, the voice rumbles behind the unfortunate Dominant's shoulder, and when he turns, the angel's left him scant few inches of personal space, eyes leveled and narrowed. the conversation's quiet enough not to make a scene, but arch of his brow, the steel in his eyes, and the square of his shoulders says enough about what cas is willing to do to move this individual along. ]

It'd be wise to keep your eyes off things that aren't yours.

[ while cas isn't explicitly saying dean is his, there remains the heavy implication of violence if this Dom doesn't move along without further argument. head at a mild tilt, Cas doesn't release the man's eyes until they drop, and he shuffles away to the next empty seat, staring holes into the back of his head for good measure. Meanwhile, his shoulders shrug off the grey, futuristic trench coat his Dominant status allowed him to purchase, and Cas holds it out to Dean, as the sheer hospital gown certainly doesn't look insulated enough for comfort. ]
allyourfeels: (Default)

all on display

[personal profile] allyourfeels 2021-05-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ caleb is used to the waves of panic that come from new arrivals, he's mostly good at handling them and he likes to think he can be reassuring. but this guy's hits him like a truck, so hard that for a moment there he thinks he might be having a panic attack by proxy.

luckily, he has an empathy blocker with him, in the shape of a bracelet, so he slides it on. takes several deep breaths, and then with only his own feelings to deal with, he approaches the guy.

the bracelet is magic, so whatever thoughts coming from caleb (if any) come out muddled.
]

Hey, hey. It's okay, breathe.
fissure: little-luna @ hollow-art (Default)

the kitchen sink

[personal profile] fissure 2021-05-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sitting by, Prior looks very much like a creep. Through shy-of-moderate observation, any person traveling this track more than once or twice would see his presence on the train is more frequent than most. Especially for a Dominant.

Prior is attractive. He knows this much, although he doesn't brag. His fair hair, light eyes, and straight teeth are the culmination of borrowed luck that just happened to have inadvertently worked in his favor. He's never had issues finding someone to flirt with — American women especially seem particularly susceptible to finding his accent desirable — and despite being basically set as a upper class member of this sex-ciety, he still rides the train.

It's charity, Prior tells himself. A way for him to give back the wealth this society has rewarded him, a way to be generous (that just happens to involve the use of his body oh no).

He bobs with the movement of the train, looking comfortable and steadily observant of Dean after he enters the car and settles. He'd seen this man make quite a spectacle of himself on a different ride and that flash of fire reminded Prior so much of the brash but confident soldiers seasoned by experience that he'd found himself instantly fascinated. Perhaps it helps that Dean is older — possibly even a decade or two — and Prior has both a less-than-chaste obsession with older men, and the thankful ability to wipe away the exact perception of youth Prior so easily attributes to the men he'd served over.

"What's your card say?" Mustering the nerve to ask doesn't take nearly as much effort as expected. Hell, Prior almost worries he sounds eager instead of as casual as he hopes to come off. "I've got—" He flips through a few cards in his possession in an obvious display. "—a few I could trade out for it."

Prior hasn't yet decided if this little racket is any bit profitable in a very nontraditional sense, but it has allowed him to engage with people he'd have never had a chance with otherwise.
sunmon: (pic#14854087)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she meets him with an equally disdainful expression. ]

Alina. [ who the fuck is anna kendrick??? ] Starkov.

[ it's just close enough that it feels a little weird. she gestures ahead — an urgent gesture that can't wait to be out of his company. ]

Perhaps you shouldn't judge by appearances. You're clearly not very good at it.
secretagents: (577)

[personal profile] secretagents 2021-05-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ perhaps it would be worth it and she would find the fight entertaining to some extent, but she's got other plans in store for this murderous dumbass.

she accepts the card gracefully, ignoring the noises. ]


Thrusting69@duplinet.com?

[ with the raise of her brows she flicks the card over her shoulder. ]

I won't need that. Let's say you made quite an impression.
righteously: (¹⁵ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( Thank you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Santa, and the god of this dumbass stupid fucking sex city. The freakin' relief he feels cannot be appropriately vocalized in any human or angel language.

Not that he needs Cas to fight his battles. He absolutely unquestionably does not.

But still. He can tell himself he's just happy not to get stuffed into whatever in god's name a People Zoo is because it's even more illegal for him to punch somebody than it is for Cas.

(And he's not even gonna come close to unpacking what he feels over that possessiveness right there, nope, no thank you, goodnight.)

He takes the offered coat with way too much enthusiasm, shoving his arms in and cinching it around the waist too tightly with that belt. There are about a thousand things to talk about right now, at least a hundred about this place and how they got here, but more importantly-- ​
)

Why the hell are you a dom but I'm a sub? What book were they reading? Whatever it was, it was upside down and backwards.
scarrystories: (009)

Andy Young | Original | Submissive

[personal profile] scarrystories 2021-05-09 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
» 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 [plurk.com profile] fullofmystery ))
Edited 2021-05-09 23:34 (UTC)
righteously: (⁸ I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
So, he's done... things. Had a skechy three-way with the king of hell once, wrote that off because technically he was a demon at the time, but then living through the Hunger Games Universe happened and it got weird, and then less weird, and then he dealt with it, and then he did some soul-searching, and it's still super weird. He just knows why it's weird now.

And it does not even remotely help him keep his composure when 'man' and 'flirt' happen at the same time in his direction.

He does not have a type, he can't possibly have a type because that means he's way more into it than he is, and he's not. But if he had a type — if — it would be dark haired dudes more in his age range physically, that start off as being kind of a dick but turn out to be kind of awesome once you get to know them. This guy — this kid — doesn't really fit any of those categories. He's still lowkey flustered like a freakin' virgin in a brothel.

Stupid confident youth.

"My- sorry- what-" Blain brank only eat hot chip and lie. A second later, the gears manage to rustily move a few inches and he remembers the card in his hand. "Oh, uhh--"

He glances down at the professionally printed Arial font, way too neat and tidy to say what it actually says. He clears his throat.

"Give a stranger a hand-job. These aren't-- there's no way they're serious."

Right?? Please confirm.
millenniumeyed: (Sun is shinin' in the sky;)

[personal profile] millenniumeyed 2021-05-09 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pegasus was fortunate enough to be among the first processed, so he's had time to receive his belongings. Most importantly, his clothes. It would have been... less than ideal for him to have to escort someone through the Down in the paper gown he was given upon arrival. He threw that insult aside the moment he could safely do so.

But the fairy wears it rather well, honestly. Granted, she could be wearing a dress made of human teeth and he would still think she was cute.]


It would have to be a rather large satchel, wouldn't it? [He's a little tickled by the mental image.] Which sounds inconvenient. So does floating, for that matter- what if someone just snatches your things out of the air? Easiest mugging someone will have ever performed! Hopefully you'll be able to get something better arranged, but until then-

[The device on the table has been noticed, and since everyone else present has theirs...]

Is there anything you would like me to carry for you?
righteously: (¹⁵ Aʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Cryst as in crystal. On the one hand, that's way less ridiculous than Jesus Christ, Son of God having a flock of faeries. On the other hand...

It's still a fairy. It's a crystal fairy named Airy.

He stares at her for a long, long second.

Then declares:
)

I can't even. I need a drink. Where's the booze?

( Forgot about the toaster, sorry ma'am, his eyes are searching for anything that looks even remotely alcoholic. )
snikthatch: (casual; arms crossed)

zoom zoom

[personal profile] snikthatch 2021-05-09 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Since the Down turned itself inside out, Logan's been trying to spend as little time as possible in the Up, mostly because getting through the security checks is becoming the kind of thing that sets him on edge in a way that usually results in a body count if he's not careful. He's not eager to repeat his mistakes at getting caught again, so he's walking the boundary between staying sane and staying out of trouble. More or less.

Sometimes, though, he doesn't have a choice. There's city paperwork to file and the bureaucrats will only take it in person -- probably, he decides, because they like to see him seethe when they question the fine details of his quota.

He's not in a good mood when he gets released back out into the warm sunlight, squinting his eyes against the glare off the shiny high rises as he heads off to the next item on his to do list, wanting to get it all done with as quickly as possible so he can get back to the gloom of the underground city where walking around doesn't make him feel so much like a rat in a maze. For once he's not paying all that much attention to the bustle around him, but he can't ignore the gleam of chrome and the sudsy smells of the car wash, as well as the noise of the thumping music, laughter and shouts from the volunteers roped into the performance.

Scowling, he almost passes it by -- until a much more familiar scent brings his head back up and gaze snapping around to the very familiar sight of the most headache inducing of his former students, back turned, but unmistakable given the way he's perched in mid-air and the bubblegum pink curls.
]

Of all the goddamn -- [ He doesn't so much walk as march into the midst of the car wash, ignoring the flecks of soap that land on his bare arms and darken his t-shirt. Pointedly, he drops his telepathic barriers to give Quentin a taste of his mood. ]

Quire! [ He catches at one of the telekinetically floating sponges, tugging it out of his "grip" and throws it down with a growl. ] How long have you been here?
hyahro: (15)

Zoom Zoom

[personal profile] hyahro 2021-05-09 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
cryfrustration: (20)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-05-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Not kill you, no. Usually 'round here death's one of the lower risks.

[He pairs the words with an easy, reassuring smile, then cocks his head and gives the man the once over, looking him none-too-subtly up and down. There's a slight quirk of his brow like an acknowledgement--when you've been here a while, it's not hard to spot someone under the influence of the city's ubiquitous...inspirational additives.]

'Less you're talking 'bout "the little death," that is. That kind they're after as often as they can get it.

[Possibly more important than what might be happening in the guy's pants right now, though, is the lack of any line down his throat--a fellow Dominant. And this is a very public place. That rather complicates things.]
faectitious: (36)

1/2

[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?

[Her little hands set on her hips as she cocks her head to the side, not understanding why he needs a bit of liquor all of a sudden. Was his mind that blown by the sight of her?]

I'm not sure whether I ought to be offended...

[For once that's the truth. Her gaze shifts away from his as she turns to look back at the food and drink there is to offer. Nothing she can see looks like any alcohol she's seen before, but maybe she's overlooking it. This place is seedy. Surely there's something this poor man can swig down, right?]

Hold on...let's see...
faectitious: (17)

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[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't mind her as she flutters away to inspect the display more closely, only to come across a large, box shaped carton with a spout attached to it, propped up on a counter. She lands atop it, kneeling down on the top to get a better read of the letters on the side. Judging from what she can make out and the sticky sweet smell attached to the opening there's only one thing it could be.]

Ah! There's wine in here! You can drink this, yes?

[Yes. Boxed wine. The height of class. Beggars can't be choosers though, right?]
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[personal profile] doomprophet 2021-05-09 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[By the time Link came moseying around the corner, Astor had just about almost managed to collect himself again. He was still... a little over heated, yes, still foggy, still buzzing with some unwelcome, unknown energy, but he was almost positive he could get most of the water out of his clothes and slink his way out of here without doing anything too stu-

Link got a genuine, all natural double take. Astor looked up as he heard someone round the corner, then looked back down at his still sudsy robes in irritation and disgust... then snapped right back up again as a pang of recognition and rage suddenly hit him like a bolt of lightning. That face! Oh he could never forget that face, one of the last ones he could ever recall seeing before...

Thinking was too hard right now, honestly no thinking at all was being done as he snatched up a half full bucket, the water full of multicolored soaps. Later on, he might be mildly impressed with his own physical prowess, considering he never put much effort into improving that, as the sheer, overwhelming, blazing intensity of his all-consuming rage gave him just about enough upper body strength to whip that half filled bucket around right at Link.
]

YOU-!

[Thinking was too hard, he'll come up with an actual insult later.]
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[personal profile] adherency 2021-05-09 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Inside? Inside the car?

[ he can't help but stumble over the word, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that there exists a mode of transportation that is not powered by horse or wind. someone has tried to explain to him how this does work but it's gone completely over his head and now he doesn't much care.

there are other things on his mind and now she's suggesting he get into a vehicle that isn't his while he wears only a pair of breeches. but, he assumes she would know better than he about these things. she seems more at ease so after a quick look in the backseat, he nods.

and then carefully folds his tall frame into the backseat, curving his back against one of the seats.

he leaves the door open for her if she does want to come inside with him though he has no idea if that's a good idea or not with how he's feeling.

maybe a combination of both. yes, that's what he's going with. ]


It, uh, looks like there is room for you. If you'd like.
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[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( It takes him a beat to understand, but he cottons on. Under his breath: )

I can't believe Hot Tub Time Machine was right.

( The universe is stupid, but that shouldn't be a surprise considering who made it.

But Cas is right, the immediate priority here is — here. Figuring out what in the hell is going on.
)

I don't suppose you have any ideas from the old angel archive floating around the back of your brain behind the beaded curtains and posters of Bob Marley?
righteously: (⁸ Aʙᴜsɪɴ' ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( You know what? That's fair. He ain't even mad about her reaction, totally warranted, it's not her he's salty at specifically. It's — literally everything else. )

Okay, okay, I get it. Girl Power. I'm sure you're-- badass, or whatever. That's great. But frankly, lady, you could be Captain friggin' Marvel and I still wouldn't need your help. So. At ease, soldier. Take a load off. You can sit this one out.

( But of course, like a dumbass, they're having this conversation right outside the checkpoint. A dominant security guard leans on the edge of the doorway, shooting them a studious, assessing look.

"He giving you trouble, ma'am? Do I need to call it in?"

Under his breath:
)

You gotta be kidding me.
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[personal profile] hyahro 2021-05-09 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It wouldn't be the first, and most certainly not the last, that someone would look on at Link with such anger that he can almost feel it attempting to paralyze him where he stands. He's used to it; he has many enemies after all, and even more out there who would be thrilled to hear that he'd finally been cut down.

A complete stranger, though? That's a bit less common.

He isn't afforded much time to think about it, because about the time it sinks in that this person has some sort of bone to pick with him is when he's been doused with water. It's kindof impressive how forceful the deluge is for only being half full, Link actually dropping his own (empty) bucket as he lifts an arm in a pointless attempt to shield himself from the worst of it. It's only midway through Astor's swing that Link realizes he wasn't just intending to throw the water at him but possibly the entire bucket, prompting the Hylian to scramble backwards as his bucket bounces to the ground and rolls some distance away.

There he stands afterwards, looking just as waterlogged as Astor and maybe a touch agitated too because, dude? What the fuck? He brushes his sudsy bangs out of his eyes so he can see, brow furrowed as he stares hard back at Astor to try to understand that blazing fire of angry recognition he's being met with...

...only to be left even more confused than he started, pointing to himself questioningly. You sure you don't have the wrong guy? Because...he's pretty sure he's never seen you before in his life.]
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[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's been salty and completely disgruntled up to this point, but as soon as she reads the email address off in that tone a little of that salt veers toward amusement. Not even the slightest falter in her voice reading that off, and— yeah, his eyebrows hitch up into something that almost seems impressed when she shuts him down.

Like, super shut down.

The guy's visibly put out, and he mutters some Nice Guy bullshit that sounds a little like, "Learn to keep your stupid sub under control." A real turn-around from hitting on her to snapping at her, but at least he stalks off to nurse his wounded pride.

A perceptive remark from the peanut gallery:
)

That dude's gonna need a full colonic to get over how hard you just Big Dicked him.

( It's a compliment. Just... not a good one. )