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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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snikthatch: (tech; leave a message)

[personal profile] snikthatch 2021-05-09 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Is the car wash taking place in the Up or the Down? Or both?
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Cas | Supernatural (Endverse) | Submissive

[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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!]
Edited 2021-05-09 17:15 (UTC)
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-09 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
How long would the car wash soap effects last?
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[personal profile] snikthatch 2021-05-09 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Cool!

Am I right in thinking that car/vehicle owners in the Down won't be able to bring their vehicles to the car wash then?
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Airy | Bravely Default | Submissive

[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
ESCORT QUEST

U-Unacceptable!

[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.]


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

CAR WASH SALESMAN

[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!]


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

[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.]


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

[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.]


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 [plurk.com profile] 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 ͡°)]
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billy bones ( black sails ) dominant

[personal profile] adherency 2021-05-09 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] lightwoodnephilim 2021-05-09 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Other than the movie voucher for the contest winner, do the car wash volunteers get anything for participating? (Do they get to keep tips or anything like that?)
Edited 2021-05-09 17:26 (UTC)
sunmon: (8)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-09 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Can effects be combined?
gallowsbait: (sweet smile)

Greyjay Gallowsbait « OC « Submissive

[personal profile] gallowsbait 2021-05-09 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « 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 [plurk.com profile] bootknife
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Edited 2021-05-09 17:39 (UTC)
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quentin quire ( marvel ) submissive

[personal profile] mutiemeh 2021-05-09 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. ]
Edited 2021-05-09 18:11 (UTC)
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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Submissive

[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
)
Edited 2021-05-09 18:24 (UTC)
chuffle: (Daphne - pour the bubbly)

at the car wash;

[personal profile] chuffle 2021-05-09 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
useinsouciant: (hold your breath)

long train ride home

[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
faectitious: (45)

The Kitchen Sink - let me know if this works!

[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[The food is, predictably, not that great. Not that Airy is even remotely surprised after seeing the squalor of her new residence that the quality of what's being offered is sub-par. The Down is destitute, grimy and dim - certainly no place for a cryst-fairy that's for sure! But she has to make due with her current lot, doesn't she? She can complain all she wants but that isn't going to change the fact she needs to eat something. Right now it's all about making the best of a bad situation.

There's a spread of various things to choose from although none of them look rather appealing. She's encouraged to take a tray but it's far too big for her to hold comfortably as she flutters from the display of cereals and instant oatmeal to semi-stale bread. She turns her nose up at the latter, but it's the device beside the bread that catches her eye. It's incredibly shiny and metallic, with two long slits at the top and a leaver at the front. She's never seen a toaster before but it sure seems interesting.

She gets a few stares thrown her way as she plays with the leaver, pushing it up and down to no effect. The eyes on her don't bother her though - everyone seems to be some level of surprised to see a large doll-sized fairy hovering around the place. The more she pushes the leaver with no result the more annoyed she becomes, turning her attention to the closest person nearby.]


Hey, what is this thing? Do you know?
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[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( He runs through the fastest rollercoaster of feeling you ever saw when Cas sits down. Affront at first, defensive and annoyed before he realizes who it is. Immediately relieved when he catches sight of the jawline and the voice, both of which he'd know anywhere. Right back to confused again when he shifts to get a closer look and picks out all the little inconsistencies.

Younger vessel, longer hair, different posture, longer scruff.
)

Cas, why the hell do you look like a hip--

( Skrrt, record scratch. The clear expression of a man stopping midway through a word because they've been slapped in the face with déjà vu.

He finishes the word after an awkward pause, lamely and with some measure of disbelief.
)

-py...

( There's no way. )
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[personal profile] useinsouciant 2021-05-09 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Thought you were over trying to label me. [He pushes a hand through his hair, vaguely getting it out of his face. His smile is calm, serene. Probably too calm for the weird situation they're in, but he's just trying to go with the flow. Just trying to take things as they come.

So to speak.

But there's something off about Dean, too. Cas squints, leaning close to study him for a moment before leaning back out of Dean's personal space again.]


You're older. Much older. Strange.
righteously: (¹⁵ Sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ Mᴀʀʏ (Gᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ Mᴀʀʏ))

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[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's so busy being preoccupied by the disappointing food -- Seriously, how do you screw up a buffet? Even Golden Corral has their crap more together than this -- he doesn't notice her at first. Which, in retrospect, is just... Insane.

Because she's a fairy.

That's a fairy.

He does a quick glance around, a double-take at the room at large as though to ask somebody are you seeing this shit? There's nobody else around, though, and Dean's left fumbling through getting his brain to function again.
)

Uhhhh-

( That's a fairy. She's a fairy. Tiny lady, little wings, floaty Tinker Bell fairy. )

Yeah, it uh--

( Fairy. )

That's a toaster. It...

( Fairy. )

Toasts- ( in the same breath ) are you a freakin' fairy?

( He held out as long as he could. Observe his truly admirable restraint. )
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Pegasus J. Crawford | Yu-Gi-Oh | Dominant

[personal profile] millenniumeyed 2021-05-09 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[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!]
Edited 2021-05-09 18:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] righteously 2021-05-09 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh yeah, he's definitely had this conversation before. Whatever he's about to say gets quickly railroaded by that last bit, and he's immediately preoccupied. )

Okay, much is a little-- much, let's not--

( Get into his age right now. )

I look exactly the same, but more importantly, how in the hell are you here? I mean-- we avoided the Bad Ending timeline. We lived, we won, we had cake, so-- what?
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Jeanne-Marie Beaubier | marvel 616 | submissive

[personal profile] deuxiemetoile 2021-05-09 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « 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!
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At The Car Wash

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-05-09 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes, it pays to be a joiner. Not in the literal sense of getting paid maybe, since the whole thing's for charity--"""charity,""" more like, when one factors in how few city-endorsed ventures in Duplicity are on the up and up--but it pays in the social sense of getting out there, blowing off some steam, and having some good, dirty fun.

That's why Vrenille is here washing cars. He doesn't need to; no one's made him; he has no great interest in sleek automotive lines. He's dressed in a pair of tight, bright turquoise swim trunks that leave almost nothing to the imagination, and he's carrying a bucket of sudsy purplish water.

He also happens to be the person who just took one too many steps back and bumped into Billy from behind.

It's only a light jostle really, and no harm done--the pavement is already so wet that another slosh of water won't hurt it. There's only that little mishap with the hose and a pair of trousers and boots that had been dry a moment ago...]


Shit, sorry. That's on me. You all right?

[That's half just being polite, but also, it only takes a glance up at the man he's bumped into--the bemused expression on his face--to recognise someone who's well and truly out of his depths and might just generally need a hand.]
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[personal profile] faectitious 2021-05-09 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's a tiny lady indeed, just shy of a foot and a half in height as she flutters her way up away from the toaster to be on eye level with the bewildered man. He'll get a gold star from her for trying to keep it together but then again, who wouldn't be bewildered in her presence? (Okay, that's pure ego talking but y'know...)]

A cryst-fairy, actually!

[Which'll mean clearly nothing to him but she feels the need to be specific regardless.]

My name's Airy.

[Because of course a fairy is going to have a name like that.]

What do you mean by it 'toasts' though...I don't see any flames.

[Unless it's magic?]