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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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useinsouciant: (feel my heart burst again)

[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Being cut off from Heaven, losing my Grace, means no access to the angel archive. That door has been shut and barred, I'm afraid.

All I remember is standing in front of two doors, choosing one, and then being stripped down and sent on my way. Oh, and the marking. [He taps his throat] That's new.
doomprophet: (A possum in the guise of a man)

[personal profile] doomprophet 2021-05-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes you!

[With all the stops pulled out, all the buttons undone, all possible restraint thrown to the wind, he didn't even question what words he was using right now. None of this was going to be brilliant, that much was clear, but he'd make excuses for that later.]

Of all people to show up here- [He didn't even have his core, oh by the goddesses couldn't he get just one break. Yes he whipped his hand around to go for the weapon that definitely wasn't even there anymore, yes he still looked surprised to find nothing there. Yes he feels a little stupid right now, shut up.] How dare you just-

[At last, the meaning behind Link's motion finally managed to penetrate the fog created by the aphro-laced soap, and he stumbled over his words for a moment, staring at the other man's obviously confused and oblivious face.]

... Don't tell me you don't remember me. You couldn't possibly have... [Should he be offended? He feels like he should be offended. If he'd had any sense left in him right now he might have tried to lie his way around this, smooth it all over. He could have used this to his advantage! He could have sunk his claws in early, gotten the princess's personal knight on his side and had at least some form of proper defense here, at least until he regained his power...

He should have, could have. Instead though, he's going to storm over, ripping a hand through his own wild and damp hair as the heat and fog and jittery, tingling energy hit him in waves, only growing more intense the closer he got to Link.
]

You killed me, and you cannot even bring yourself to remember my face?!
faectitious: (52)

[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He might be tickled by the mental image but the thought of having to carry a bag around with the device stuffed into it is annoying at best. He has a point though - floating items around her would make them incredibly easy to steal. How troublesome. She hates it.

Ah, but his offer has her light up a bit. So, he's clearly willing to help her out, even if it's simply by carrying the darn device for her. Well then...why not? She's not going to say no! She is going to suck up to him though. Butter him up, if you will. Better to make positive connections now than be alone without any.

She presses her little hands together, as if in prayer.]


Oh, would you carry that device for me? It would be quite helpful!
righteously: (¹⁵ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴ' ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Once upon a time, Dean Winchester punched God in the face. Yes, that God. Capital G. No, it is not a metaphor for man's struggle with organized religion and the subsequent rebellion against puritanical norms. He just flat out punched that dude in the mouth and then smashed his acoustic guitar.

He can honestly say that was less weird than what's happening right now.

To put this back out there for the class:

He is in a BDSM sex city trapped in submissive housing and Airy the Crystal Fairy is handing him boxed wine. Does he drink wine?

He does now.
)

You know what, yep, yes I can.

( Decisively, divesting Airy of her burden and tucking the whole box under his arm. Sorry, was this wine for sharing? Not anymore. Suck it, everybody else.

As payment for her service, he nods his head toward the toaster.
)

You just stick the bread in and push the thingy down. Give it, like, two minutes. Presto. Magic toast.

( Things he will not mention: the last time he met a fairy it was about three inches tall and he blew it up in a microwave. With this token of booze, she is exempt from all small appliances for the foreseeable future. )
mutiemeh: (025)

[personal profile] mutiemeh 2021-05-09 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he gives her a slightly arch glance, pushing his own hands into his back pockets. on one hand, he's glad to see her; she's one of the few people he still spends time with, even after she'd broken up with him the way she had. on the other hand, any alternate universe is usually a crap alternate universe, and this place is more miserable than most. he wouldn't really want anyone he knows or gives a shit about here. ]

It's the principle of it, [ he says with a mild huff. ] I'd be fine on my own, anyway. [ whatever he looks like, what he's actually capable of should be enough to make any normal mugger run screaming in the other direction.

he hesitates, awkward as always when he has to acknowledge how glad he is to see someone, and a telekinetic hand flicks a few strands of her hair as he turns away so they can leave this fucking place. ]
Did you just get here, too?
hyahro: (4)

[personal profile] hyahro 2021-05-09 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Initially, there's just one thought on Link's mind: oh no, not again. Again, because how familiar it's becoming, that sense of someone recalling you as an old aversary yet here he stands not having the foggiest clue who they even are. Even his face doesn't ring a bell when sometimes that's enough to jog his memory. A specific person's visage, or a token from the past...even just the scenery being familiar seemed enough to trigger his memory at times. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately in the case that he can't remember all the awful shit he's done, Link may as well never have seen Astor before in his whole life. So...to learn that he apparently killed this guy in a time long past is more than a little concerning, to say the least.

Mainly due to the fact that that must mean that Astor was in league with Ganon's forces. There's no way Link would have dared to strike anyone down who wasn't posing a severe enough threat. That kind of violence had always been reserved for Ganon's ilk, like his never ending hordes of monsters, or the Yiga Clan. Looking on at him closer as Astor stalks forward, Link can pretty much surmise that he probably isn't Yiga. His clothing isn't right, nor is the way he looks. In fact, he rings closer to that of a Hylian...a very gaunt Hylian tainted by exceedingly dark forces. It's enough to give Link reason to forget his confusion for a brief moment, instead adopting a more defensive stance. He doesn't have a weapon on him either- as is evident by the lack of a sword, shield, or arrows, much less pants- but that doesn't mean he isn't just as willing to pick up that bucket he'd dropped and use it as one.

Except...as Astor demands of Link something he can't really provide, the first effects of the soapy water he was doused with are starting to take hold. Like Astor, it makes him feel...strange. Heavy, yet light-headed all at the same time. Way, way too warm for someone who's hardly wearing any clothing. It causes color to slowly rise to his cheeks and the tips of his long ears, yet he endeavors to ignore it to instead focus on the threat at hand. He stands both tall and foward at the same time, his gaze narrowing up at Astor as he shakes his head slowly once.

He can't remember, but with the way Astor is acting he wouldn't be surprised if Astor does all the explaining for him.]
secretagents: (659)

[personal profile] secretagents 2021-05-09 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her eyes follow the guy until he's no longer within a hearing distance and then she turns to her sidekick who seems to have had a change of heart regarding her stepping in. as he should. she just saved his ass from a big dicking.

nevertheless, she doesn't seem too pleased with his chosen compliment. dean, that was so gross.

she drops the smile immediately and lowers her voice so that only he can hear her. ]


The Dominants might find barking entertaining, but only when you're wearing a collar. What were you thinking?
chuffle: (Daphne - slighly shy)

[personal profile] chuffle 2021-05-09 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She watches him fold in there like he's never been in a car before, and maybe he hasn't. Still, her lips are quirking a bit as she slips in, and closes the door.]

Thank you very much.

Feeling a little less overwhelmed?

[This is not a fair question, because there is aphro in the water and the soap (although Daphne doesn't know that) and she's starting to feel a little bothered, too, tugging her shirt up over her head. She has a bra on underneath, and if he's sharp eyed he can probably see her tattoos - tiger stripes - arcing over her back.]
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-09 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the smile that alina gives the guard is dazzling. it's not the kind that genya or zoya might have managed. alina has had less practice with court, and less patience for it besides, but leading the second army has taught her something about how much presentation can matter.

and she has no intentions of letting this man give her a poor reputation as a dominant. not when she's working so hard to curate what little power a LIER can have in this city.


Not at all. He's just new. I can see to his education myself. [ when her head turns and her dark eyes fix back on dean, they're murderous. ] That mark on your neck means that requests from Dominants aren't requests, no matter how politely they're phrased. I'm coming with you. And on the way, we can discuss your attitude towards Dominants.

[ this whole system could go to hell, as far as she was concerned, but she knows what to say in earshot of the guard. ]
mutiemeh: (033)

[personal profile] mutiemeh 2021-05-09 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he senses the muddled mind approach him, and latches onto it with something like desperation, struggling to focus on it instead of the press of everyone around him. ]

Don't tell me to breathe, [ he gasps, the world swimming even with his eyes shut. around them, loose items are beginning to drift into the air--people's luggage, trash, small personal items--as he tries to find his control through the drug still flowing through his veins.

and yet, despite himself, he is beginning to breathe more steadily. god, if this was a small dose, meant to make him more compliant, what would a large dose do? ]
I-- [ his whole head throbs. it's so fucking noisy. ] What did they do to me?
righteously: (¹⁵ Aɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Wellp, that's what happens when you get drunk in Tortuga.

( A dismissive mutter, utterly stupid and totally ignoring the fact that he has a matching tattoo. Shut up about it, who asked you, nobody, leave him alone, it doesn't exist. )

Alright, so first thing's first, figure out how to get this line off my throat, because there's no way in hell I'm spending the rest of the week saying yes ma'am may I have another. Then we figure out who's pulling the lever here, because there's always guy.

( A beat. )

Or chick. Whatevevr. The point is, somebody's responsible. We just have to spit-roast his ass in the non-sexy way and collect some airline miles on the flight back home.

( Is it ever that simple? Ever? No. He's trying to stay positive. )
allyourfeels: (014)

[personal profile] allyourfeels 2021-05-09 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know, but I could feel you freaking out.

[ he can't feel other minds the way other people can, so he doesn't know if this guy was drugged or if they just zapped him with their stupid power blockers. ]

Come on, let's find a quiet corner, alright?

[ caleb's a dominant in good standing or whatever, which means he doesn't get much shit from the city. ]
doomprophet: (You are expendable)

[personal profile] doomprophet 2021-05-09 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh no, he definitely deserved the fate he received. And sure, some of it might even be totally Link and Zelda's fault, technically. Maybe Ganon wouldn't have seen fit to consume the fortune teller if he'd actually managed to accomplish what he'd set out to do all on his own.

... Though, chances were better that Astor had been doomed from the start, and the reality of his situation had been (and continued to be) obscured by the man's own superiority complex.

All of these though, were heavy thoughts, complicated thoughts, things that required a lot of time and energy devoted to sifting through them, none of which was about to happen here. Right now, all he wanted to do was get his hands on the other man and hurt him. Right now, it was all Link's fault that he'd failed, all Link's fault that he'd been killed, denied his proper destiny as a ruler and a god and it was all Link's fault.

And if Link didn't move, the former prophet might just actually put his hands on him! Even try to drive him up against a wall as he gripped his shoulders, teeth bared, but the desire to damage someone was... well... it was getting a bit confused.
]

You and that accursed, damnable princess ruined everything for me! Had you just perished as you should have, Calamity Ganon would never-

[It wouldn't have killed him, if he'd not been unfairly, unjustly denied, obviously. He was too close, this was far, far too close to him, for someone much more used to hurling spells at a distance, and he couldn't have been more aware of the knight's ambient body heat.

That fact alone had a bit too much of an effect on him than he cared to personally admit to, unconsciously drawing nearer until his body was but a fraction of an inch away from making contact.
]

And you don't even remember me!

[It genuinely, really did seem as if this was a major snag here. Was he that forgettable? Had he really been that unimportant?!]
fissure: little-luna @ hollow-art (13)

[personal profile] fissure 2021-05-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean's response isn't unexpected — Prior fancies he can see repressed from a kilometer away — but to his own credit, he retains a level of steadiness that's frankly impressive considering how much more excited about all of this he's become. Dean doesn't look like a babe lost in the woods, no, but the sheer wolfishness Prior feels determines him to pursue.

He looks both ways. For the moment they're remarkably alone. "I think they're quite serious," he tells Dean without any sense of conspiracy. What they'll do if he gets to the end of the line without completing the necessary act he can't say, although he's glad to make something up if he needs to.

"Care to see what I've got instead?" Prior leans forward over the back of a seat and offers out three choices. Dean's acceptance will net him access to mutual masturbation, voyeurism and free use written just the same as Dean's. "Of course, you'll need to trade me for it. Unless..."

He leaves that hanging a moment between them, elbow still resting over the back of a chair. "Unless you need someone to punch the card for you. Which I'd do for a favor. I'm sure I could find a stranger in one of these cars..." Dean has options now, if nothing else, and Prior's looking forward to seeing his reaction. (If fact, it may specifically be that Prior is here for exactly that reason, although he'd probably keep that to himself).
mutiemeh: (032)

[personal profile] mutiemeh 2021-05-09 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he hadn't been actively looking or anything, but it's not like he can really turn his telepathy 'off'. not the way most non-telepaths think of when they imagine 'off', anyway. there's always a passive element to it, especially since the riot and his following 'death' and his encounters with the phoenix. so while he hadn't been looking, there's literally no way he'd miss the familiar feeling of logan's mind, especially in the very deliberate way he opens his mind up for quentin to hear him.

oh, he's pissed, isn't he?

he glances over a bare narrow shoulder at the approaching thundercloud, turning toward him with arched brows. the popsicle, mostly gone at this point, has melted partially down his forearm, and he brings his arm up to lick the sugary trail up, to his wrist and the side of his palm, before bothering to shrug. ]


Why? You planning to put me to work? [ he sucks the last of the popsicle off the stick and flicks the stick into the air. it sails across the lot and into a trash can as he drifts down to finally touch bare feet to the ground. ] I just got here, relax. [ he pushes a psychic ping to the older man, inquisitive. how long has logan been here, and what does he need to know? ]
aiguilles: (side 11)

[personal profile] aiguilles 2021-05-09 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The peak into his mind would surely be enlightening, if not a lot to take in. He was a new Submissive here, just as Pegasus was a new Dominant. His throat split with the same black line as everyone else that almost complimented the doll-like symmetry of his face right down his torso... but the rest was darker. Bloodier.

An assassin born from a family of assassins. Raised since birth to kill without hesitation, but not to fight if there was no chance of victory. As the eldest son he raised his younger siblings to be murderers just as easily as himself. ]


Illumi. [ He leaves out 'Zoldyck' for now, just in case. The family name brought fear to any who knew it and it was easier to avoid that sort of thing. ] It's nice to meet you.

[ Wouldn't it be more difficult for this man to make it back from the Down afterwards? He looked like exactly the type of man that lowlives would target. Well-dressed, sophisticated, intelligent. The kind of man who looked rich. At least that's Illumi's assumption upon a first glance as he follows Pegasus to the exit. ]

Have you been here long?
useinsouciant: (face it all together)

[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
And that's your plan, is it? To find the leader of this operation and torture them until they let us go.

That sounds awfully familiar.

As for the line, I'm pretty sure it's not Magic Marker, Dean. It's not just coming off.
righteously: (¹⁵ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( Hey, he's plenty happy to flip back and forth between appreciating her and arguing with her. Such is the nature of a Winchester, you can oscillate pretty quickly between humor and anger — Dean's likely to be erring on the side of the latter here. That's his secret, Cap. He's always angry.

At least when he snaps at her he does it with a deliberately lowered voice, down to practically a stage-whisper. So. Compromise.
)

I was thinking I'd rather eat a bullet than take a knee for that smug son of a bitch, and you know what? Still thinkin' it. This is fifty shades of bullcrap and Christian Grey was douchebag. Everybody knows that.

( Yeah, he read it, what's it to you?? )
hyahro: (9)

[personal profile] hyahro 2021-05-09 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[A lot is happening all at once. Link had expected to be attacked at this point, since so far this man has been nothing but hostile. In fact, Link was in the process of quickly scanning his immediate surroundings to locate where his bucket went so he can be ready to bash a mother fucker if need be, but he's too late. By the time he's seeking a weapon, Astor already has hands on him and is forcing him back up against the wall. Now, normally this wouldn't really be easy to do. Link might be scrawny as Hylians come, but he is very deceptively strong. The way his muscles flex beneath the skin as he moves is a testament to their power, never mind the fact that there's not a bit of fat to speak of on his person. He is 100% muscle from spending his days scrambling all across the highlands of Hyrule, scaling mountains and swimming up waterfalls. The reason Astor is able to shove him and isn't instead met with a brick wall has everything to do with the aphrodisiac flooding Link's system in a way that leaves his knees weak and his body...sort of unwilling to move away from what it's interpreting as Astor advancing on him. In an aggressive way, sure, but...in a much different way too.

So instead of trying to shove Astor away from him, Link stays put where he ends up as he's shouted at for having killed someone he's reasonably sure never existed in his sphere of understanding. When he mentions the princess and Calamity Ganon, though...now that's enough to set Link on edge. His blood boils just a touch hotter as his teeth grit behind closed lips as Astor all but confirms that he was in fact involved with Ganon in some capacity. He may not remember, but it sounds like he had the right idea when he struck Astor down. It makes him wonder what atrocities he must have committed against not just Hyrule itself, but it's people...

Every instinct is telling Link to fight. Fight back, get this man off of him, stop him before he can do something. Do what? He's not sure, but if he's bad news in general, then he's not going to be doing the civilians here any good either. Link feels a sort of responsibility there, after all. So why...won't he move? It's like his body is trapped, paralyzed in a confused haze of a stupor that can't decide if it wants to punch the face in front of him or get much, much closer.]


Nnhh...

[It's the first hint of a sound Link has made since walking back here, but as usual it's not words. Just a grunt more than anything, frustrated. Well, Astor? Are you going to attack him? Because Link is wide open here, having not yet taken the iniative himself.]
useinsouciant: (hold your breath)

station master

[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, what does yours say? [Cas keeps his own card against his chest for now, looking amused. It could be a fun game, to pass the time on the train. And this strapping young fellow in front of him doesn't have a black mark on his neck, which means he's probably a Dominant. The still-mostly-functioning strategic side of Cas's brain says it's a good idea to start making friends with Dominants]
snikthatch: (glare; snarly face)

[personal profile] snikthatch 2021-05-09 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After months in the city, it's almost strange to see a familiar face, almost enough to hit him with a pang of homesickness. That Quentin knows who he is enough to shrug him off is, in a way, reassuring, and in another way absolutely infuriating. Which is also in itself familiar.

Logan grits his teeth and tries not to smell sugar on sun-warmed skin. He doesn't miss the fact that Quentin's sporting a Submissive line down his throat, which is both a relief and, he's already sure, a headache waiting to happen. Particularly because he remembers just how well Quentin takes to being told what to do.

He picks up on the psychic request and doesn't hesitate to assemble the bare facts for him, considering any time not spent in conversation a bonus. He keeps to himself the details of his personal life, as well as his recent punishment. Out loud, he growls.</small. ] What's the last thing you remember us doin'?
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[personal profile] adherency 2021-05-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ billy's already had his brush with death and he didn't really care for it. he'd rather not deal with that again even if he knows that he's most likely going to meet the end of a sword or the cold void of the sea sooner rather than later.

but, avoiding that for as long as possible is his preference. ]


Really don't know if I should ask what's higher than death.

[ he's already far out of his depth, dealing with things that he's never seen before and people acting in ways that he's never experienced.

billy rubs a hand over his face, wiping away some water and carding it through his hair. ]


"Little death?" [ it takes billy a few moments too long to figure out what he means. ] Fucking, you mean.

[ billy can't imagine how, of all the men on the walrus crew, he was the one who ended up in a city that was someone who didn't employ the use of the girls at the inn very often at all. ]
righteously: (¹⁵ Wᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ)

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wow, she really is going full Black Widow over here with that practically flawless tone shift. He'd be impressed if he weren't so freaking annoyed. Weather forecast says he's gonna be stormy all week, in fact. Gonna be a real rainy month.

He's tit for tat on that murderous look, echoing it back without reservation.

His eyes flick from her to the guard, then back to her again. A tense second passes where he weighs the pros and cons of flipping her the bird, but — frustratingly — the smart play is to go with it until they're out of earshot from The Man and then roast her in private.

So yeah, he concedes this battle — but not the war. Backs down and stalks a few feet toward the exit, petulantly muttering under his breath:
)

This place is worse than Florida.

( Stops before the door, and shoots her an expectant look.

Happy now? You got your wish. Escort him, oh mighty Dominant.
)
thirteenth_day: (10)

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

[personal profile] thirteenth_day 2021-05-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
doomprophet: (what are you doing)

[personal profile] doomprophet 2021-05-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He really shouldn't have been able to do that at all, should he? He could feel the firm muscles beneath his hands, far more powerful in that regard than he'd ever been, or would ever be. Half the size of Sooga, but just as strong, a solid wall of muscle with all the ability to snap him like a twig should Link actually see fit to do so. The thought should not have been exciting. It should not have sent an electric tingle up his spine, the idea of being hurled to the ground by him.

Equally thrilling was the noise the other man made, the look on his face. What translated to him as something so very relatable right now; helpless frustration, not just a little confusion. Link couldn't make his mind up on what he should do. Astor, however, was more than happy to make that decision for him.
]

I should kill you right where you stand... [If he could, if he only could, but even with his thumb scraping along the underside of Link's throat now, throttling him to death wasn't the first thought that came to mind, nor was it the second, or the third... it very well might not have even arrived in his brain at all.

What did strike him first however, was precisely the thought he chose to act upon. Thoughtless, careless, second guessing nothing, he closed the distance, the kiss Astor gave vicious and hard. It might just draw blood, and it really didn't matter who the hell got cut. He'd be angry about his poor choice of action later. He'd think about all this later. Maybe.

Right now though, he was otherwise occupied with more pressing matters, like scraping his nails down Link's front, intent on leaving red welts in their wake before making to grab at the swimming shorts. Those? Off, had to come off, questions later, these off now.
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