TDM #2

[duplicitymods]

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. 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 highrise. 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. Either way it's raining! Still. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new arrivals.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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The day after stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. 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.

« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.

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The rain continues to drizzle, but it’s finally slowing enough for the citizens of Duplicity to catch their breath. With the influx of new LIERS, people make quick work of fixing the damages from Tumenalia—a combination of preparation and wanting to welcome more participants to orientation. Typically, travel between the Up and the Down is rather seamless with the use of the elevators, and with the end of the holiday comes a regular schedule for transportation between the two areas of Duplicity. Yet, mysterious powers are at play once again. Or so it seems. Stepping onto the elevators does not deliver its occupants to their desired location; instead, they are ushered into rooms designed to be escaped. There are a variety of themes, but the most popular seem to be Room A, Room B, and Room C. While they follow the usual guidelines for any escape room, there are a few “catches” that might not be noticeable at first. Each clue is only accessible to those of the corresponding designation. Submissives are responsible for unlocking the first and third of the three clues, and even if a Dominant figures out what it is and how to use it, they will not be any closer to escaping unless the Submissive plays a key role in interacting with these clues. Things to note about these rooms: the third clue requires some sort of sexual engagement to be considered “clear” of it. After the allotted time of one (1) hour, if those inside haven’t managed to escape, the Submissives will be removed from the room and the Dominants will remain until they can successfully help the new Submissives escape the room. Each time, the clues will be reset and change; they will never be the same.

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

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Meanwhile, in the Down, a local charity organization has sent out notices for a black-tie fundraiser to be held during the evening to raise awareness of homeless Submissive children. Invitations are sent via the devices, and there are even fliers posted all across the Up and the Down. If in attendance of the event, the waitstaff will be taking down the names of all uncontracted Submissives; no other explanation of what it’s for is mentioned throughout the evening. And while donations are completely voluntary, any contributions made helps to further the main endeavor of the cause. However, it seems most people are present to network and find someone that might fill a contract slot. So, eat, drink, and dance until it all winds down and everyone decides to go home. The only “catch”? Dominants draw the name of one Submissive to accompany them back to the Up, and those who are left will be paired up for the sake of no one leaving alone.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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Please read carefully. Dominant and Submissive TDM assignments: All characters whose first name begins with the following ( A, C, E, G, I, K, M, O, Q, S, U, W, and Y ) are Dominants. All characters whose first name begins with the following ( B, D, F, H, J, L, N, P, R, T, V, X, and Z ) are Submissives. Players with characters that are a number use the first letter to spell that number. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is dominant or submissive. For the escape room prompt players can make up the clues they find. They may be extremely sexual or something simple like moving a painting off a wall. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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[duplicitymods]

[novelizes]

quick question about the dom/sub determining. should i use jughead's real name (foresythe) or the name he goes by (jughead)?

Luna | The 100 | Submissive

[runawaynatblida]

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[Luna didn't want to fight the people, but she had to throw a few onto their backs when they went for her clothes. Soon she was knocked out (it all seemed so familiar) and she woke up sitting in a seat near the back of the train. She was closest to the window.

Vaguely recalling how she got here, she remembered being told she was Submissive. Part of her was angry, she would not be submissive to anyone! But then she remembered what happen when you got angry. You hurt people. She bowed her head.] Ai giv ai op… Gon nemiyon… Kom lanik-de…

« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.

[She ended up in Room C. She was yet to be paired with someone, and searched the room. Straps and buckles, a mirror-- she had to look away, seeing herself in the paper gown angered her. She would not get angered.

Luna climbed up onto the bed and crisscrossed her legs under her. She closed her eyes and waited. She would not play their game. Send in a Dominant, they can figure out the room.]

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[Luna grabbed the flier that immediately stuck to her face once she exited the train. She looked down at it and her brow furrowed. First they want her blood, her bone marrow, now they want her to find a random person to chain herself to? Love is what fueled her, not random sex.

Okay, back up, random sex was nice.

But to be contracted to someone. It sounded like slavery.] I'm not going to this. [she said to the person near her shoulder.]

lies travel in company

[hungerneverfed]

[Jonathan glances over when his seat companion finally awakens. He's shying away from her, virtually hanging out into the aisle with his hands shoved into his pockets. It's much less to do with the woman beside him than the weak sunlight that she sits in, straining through the overcast skies. When she bows her head and begins to speak, Jonathan is quiet. He doesn't want to interrupt her, so he'll wait until it seems as though she's done.]

You'll forgive me my ignorance, miss, but was that some manner of prayer? Your words are unfamiliar.

[He's going to have to hope she speaks English, as well. Jonathan is a pale man with blue eyes and dark hair. The tattoo tracing down his neck marks him as a fellow Submissive by this society's standards.]

Portia Devorak | The Arcana | Submissive

[ilyushkano]

« who let the dogs out

[Waking up in a strange room with strange people and her clothes missing had been... alarming. But Portia had been forced to shelve that alarm and snap into business mode when she heard the sounds of screaming and snarling and loud, dangerous growls, a sound that over the past few years she has been ingrained to respond to immediately

Oh the bright side, she didn't have to wait for Pepi, her darling cat, to be 'processed,' and the personnel in question were only a little mauled by the dogs.

On the downside (pun currently unregistered), she's now struggling with a cheap umbrella as two very spoiled, wicked hounds practically try to scale her to get out of the drizzle.

Pepi, the clever girl, has curled up around her shoulders already.]

You two are such babies! Weren't you supposed to be some kind of fancy hunting dogs?

[Whiiiiine.]

Ugh, just... here let's, let's shuffle under this awning and wait for it to pass. Ugh. This is why you live inside, isn't it...


« « lies travel in company

[She doesn't know if locking the dogs in the bathroom back in the motel room will actually... hold them, but she does know that she can't be responsible for them being in a locked, moving room with dozens of innocent strangers. Pepi is still with her, stunningly well-behaved in her lap compared to the other two hellions that got dragged along on this wild ride.

Portia is a bit stunned, all but plastered to the window. It's likely some kind of magic, she knows, but it's still fascinating; the city is like nothing she's ever seen in Nevivon or Vesuvia or anywhere in between.

Feel free to ask her to budge over, though!

Unlike Melchior and Mercedes she doesn't bite.]

Oh, I should fine a way to get some pomegranates before heading back...


« « « a.w.o.l.

[Room B looks startlingly like one of the rooms in the Palace, and Portia has spent her entire time as an employee snooping around and discovering different passages and secret areas. She's totally got this, if you're lucky enough to get stuck with her.]

Oh, hey, this part of the moulding presses in!

[A small compartment pops open by you.]


« « « « the key to hearts

Not... really used to being on this end of things...

[But she had come, because the fancy free food was almost enough to appease the two white monsters who are apparently going to dictate her life.

She's seated, and her name was taken down for some reason, but instead of dancing or schmoozing or chatting up the servers to get the inside scoop, she's stuck sitting in a secluded corner, handfeeding spoiled dogs pomegranates to keep them calm and happy.]


« « « « « wildcard

[Hit me with your own prompt! I'm down for just about anything.]

who let the dogs out

[whatsina_name]

[Oh no there are dogs.

Phillip, who at least has a better umbrella, will come over to help, holding it over her head.]

I guess they're not enjoying being here anymore than most of us. [He'll hold his hand out to one of them to let them sniff, while mostly trying to make sure Portia in her paper gown doesn't get soaked.] You just got here, huh?

Lotor | Voltron | Submissive

[domesticate]

SFW | LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ it annoys him that he cannot place the development of these people on the finely-tuned scale he's developed with all his time on so many varied worlds. here is a thing he would prefer to attribute to an advanced race, immediately undercut by something he would attribute to a lower one. but lotor keeps his mouth shut and his posture agreeable and friendly, throughout the new arrival shuffle, where they finally returned his plain black bodysuit, and the subsequent deposit onto the train.

he has been told he is a submissive in their caste system, and tattooed with their mark to indicate as much. it has not been difficult to bend, to accommodate, to yield.

he is not a child, to press his face to the glass and watch the city speed by. but it keeps his attention far less than the people onboard, who he only glances over briefly as they board.

there is a scuffle, of some sort, with the submissives ahead of the group. not enough seats, and one moves to accommodate a pair, and so on, with a great deal of downcast eyes during the process. this draws lotor's attention, if only because the place next to him is empty. when it becomes apparent that one of the new arrivals will be expected to give up their seat and relocate to the one next to his, he watches them. if submissive, his gaze is blatant though neutral, until they sit next to him. if dominant, he meets their eyes only for a moment before casting his own aside. ]

NSFW | THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ the food alone had been worth it, lotor muses, tugging at the cuff of the top he'd been given for the event. but there was always a price, even if he hadn't been sure of how he'd be expected to pay it until now. at least he'd been spared the humiliation of some sort of auction. no, drawn lots was brutally simple, even if he had no desire to hope for any specific outcome.

lined up, like so many prizes on display, he gradually loses those standing to his right and to his left as each dominant draws a slip. he isn't so much expecting it as pleased to be spared the continuing pageantry when the host calls out, ] Lotor! [ and he takes a step forward to better see the one he'd been chosen by. it's only a flicker of a glance, he wants privacy, following them out of the general bustle sedately, waiting until he can be heard properly before he says, ] Good evening.

the key to hearts

[rewritelife]

[ She hadn't come out of some deep worry for The Children. Nor the food, dancing, or lottery. Like many attending, she was there to network. Not that it holds much more interest to her than any of the other reasons, but it was more necessary for her and her plans--and Akande's plans, should those shake out.

So it is that after a night spent rubbing elbows, exchanging numbers, and asking pointed questions regarding specific topics, she's ready to leave. Ah, but the lottery. Of course. This place does enjoy making things more complicated than necessary, doesn't it? Still, she smooths down her own crisp suit, and reaches for the box. When in Rome--this probably wouldn't have been out of place in Rome, now that she thinks about it.

But her polite indifference changes when the name is called out, and Lotor steps forward. There's a flash in her eyes--someone who didn't know her could be forgiven for mistaking it for Thirst, and not Is Dissecting An Alien Allowed Here. Still, she only nods at him before turning to leave, silent until he speaks. ]

And to you. [ A pause. Is there a polite way to ask someone if you can look at their DNA? Wait--She has manners. Names, first. ] I am Dr. Moira O'Deorain. And you?

The Nian Beast | OC | Submissive

[cowared]

LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ When your brief, but remarkable time living among humans is spent being led around by a small boy it's honestly amazing how difficult it is to figure out how to do things on your own. Without the human guide, Luo Yang, that Nian has been relying on to figure out routine things like public transit, the task of finding his way around the Down requires Herculean effort on his part. It's amazing he's managed to make in time for this tour at all, and he largely has well intentioned Submissive bystanders there to at first point, and then directly lead him to where he was meant to be.

Even when he's actually on the train he seems to have trouble doing what he's supposed to do. Everyone else can manage to sit in their seats just fine, but the Nian has positioned himself with his knees on the chair, facing backwards, with his face pressed firmly against the window.

It should be mentioned that Luo Yang did, in fact, teach the Nian the proper way to sit while riding on a train. The lesson just didn't seem to stick. ]

A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. (ROOM B)

[ Escape rooms are a new concept to the Beast, as are fancy European style rooms like the one he finds himself in. Being stuck in the Down hasn't really given him a better reference point for this either, and while he should be alarmed at finding himself somewhere he definitely didn't intend to go, he's mostly just marveling at the various decorations in the room, and--

Climbing onto the table to try and grab at the chandelier.

Cool...

He's definitely not trying to get out of the escape room right now, but if he's lucky maybe he'll stumble across a clue anyway. ]

THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ How fancy this whole thing is! Too fancy for the Nian, who at any given point in time is wearing jeans, a t-shirt with some sort of wild cartoon print on it, and brightly colored shoes. This is what happens when you're taken in by a human family with a ten year old son that you let pick your clothing for you.

As far as he's aware he's just as fancily dressed as anyone else here right now though, and doesn't seem even a little bit bothered by the distressed looks he gets when he marches in the venue to see what's going on. The waitstaff seems slightly confused about whether or not they should be kicking him out when they take down his name, but he's beelining to the closest table with food on it before anyone has a chance to say much to him.

Turning to whoever is nearest to him he points at the table and asks. ]

I can eat all of this?

[ This is not an exaggeration. He does mean all. ]

Key

[waytobreakithero]

[ The way he's dressed... sort of reminds him of Merrill, in a very odd way. Maybe it's the bright colors. Or the seeming lack of guile.

She's nursing a new beer and smirks at his question. ]

Why not? Worst thing they can do is kick you out, right?

halcyon ( original character ) submissive

[deorum]

a. waist. of. leeways.

( being so new to the city, Halcyon can confidently say that he's still not really sure of where he's trying to go every time he steps off the elevator. what he is certain of, however, is that the room he currently finds himself wasn't anywhere near his list of destinations.

add to it that he's stuck here until a timer runs out, and the whole thing is a heavy annoyance that makes it near impossible to focus on solving any puzzles.

he's never seen a room like this before, and he struggles to find the point of the exercise, but he does his best to help the dominant he's been paired with. )

I apologize for how useless I am in this scenario. ( his words aren't spoken aloud, but instead directly into the mind of his partner as he lifts yet another item and searches for meaning in the puzzle. )

I've never been one to solve puzzles in a timely manner. ( even his thoughts sound exhausted. )

the key to hearts.

( the whole event seems to be a waste of extravagance to Halcyon. wouldn't the money be better spent just donating it straight to the children? housing them themselves? the dominants seem to be flooded with nothing but money, so why organize an event to make a show of caring when they could just act on those feelings instead?

yet Halcyon attends, nonetheless. after all, he won't find answers to his questions by staying home. not that he's much more successful at the party. he stands to the side with a drink, eyes narrowed and watching others. already regretting his decision to come once his name's been given as an uncontracted submissive. )

Do they hold events like this regularly? ( he finally asks someone when he gathers a second drink. )

( ooc; halcyon does communicate through telepathy only. he can project his thoughts but not read the thoughts of others. open to any room options for the first prompt. )

a

[befall]

[ First, certain LIERS like Kamui had to pay the fee for bracelet unlocks. Now, they're being subjected to room unlocks? Fantastic. The sarcasm is dripping across Kamui's expression, wanting those watching this to know how clearly delighted he is. Those bastards behind all this seem to enjoy watching all of them suffer, so he should let them know how thankful he is for being the object of their amusement. He lets out a heavy sigh, holding a part of his forehead afterward.

Time to get this over with. Glancing at the unfamiliar face, Kamui can immediately tell this one is among the new batch. Aside from never seeing him around before, there's just something about his eyes that indicate so. He has to wonder if this is this city's way to expose these new ones to this cursed world. No matter what it is though, they still have to do it. He's already experienced what it's like not following their orders, he'd rather not go through it again, especially as it might be worse next time.

It's not exactly a surprise to Kamui that someone's talking to him like this. Actually, he can do that too, but chooses to keep all of his abilities a secret to keep a low profile. He's not ready to admit to anyone what he really is, he has his reasons for it. So he responds physically: ]

It doesn't matter, we have enough time. What's with you, though?

[ Talking about that ability. Is this guy mute or something? Kamui only uses that if he's in a space he's incapable of physically speaking, such as underwater. What's this man's reason for doing it here? Not that it matters to him, he doesn't care how they communicate as long as they finish the task here. ]

dutch | killjoys

[motivation]

[ ooc; dutch's real name is yalena yardeen, so i'm going with dominant for the sake of the tdm, but if anyone wants to play out a scenario where dutch is a submissive, lmk. i'm good either way ]

I. the 13th step

[ dutch is no stranger to seeing wealth. she's never actually possessed any, but she grew up in a royal harem and for a short moment in her life - for the night of her wedding - she'd been queen. her life before that, she'd been trained to impress those with wealth. to fool them into thinking she belonged.

(she'd been trained for a whole lot of other things, too, none quite so harmless as making royalty fall in love.)

waking up and entering the up, going through orientation and the tour - it's all bullshit, she's pretty sure. she's got a war to fight and a universe to save and a dead father figure to impress, she's got a team to keep safe. she can't be here, but she is. so the first thing she does when all of it is done? she finds the bar.

so that's where she can be found, not nursing drinks but knocking them back. it's not enough to make her forget where she is, unfortunately. a fight or a fuck wouldn't, either, and she's not sure which she's in the mood for. eventually, she decides the mechanical bull will be a good distraction to start with. ]

How's this? If I can stay on that thing for more than five minutes, you pay for all my drinks tonight. [ said to whoever's closest, her tone casual, the accent english for all that she's not from earth at all. ]

II. the key to hearts

[ fancy events like this don't usually end well in dutch's experience. if there aren't actual genetic bombs involved, there's backstabbing - and dutch would consider keeping a hold of a shrimp fork if not for the fact that somewhere in the fanciful updo of her hair, she's already hidden a knife. (where else was she going to put a weapon? her dress doesn't leave much space for one.)

so instead of shrimp, she sips on champagne and looks around, cataloguing people and behaviour (and entrances and exits).

ask her to dance and she'll gladly oblige, whether it's with another dominant (seizing up the competition?) or with a submissive. ask her for anything else and who knows what her response will be. ]

III. wildcard

[ sit next to dutch during orientation, jump straight to smut, text her with some assumed cr or find her in a gym (surely there's a gym) beating a punching bag or challenging people to a spar. ]

13th step; time for some network crosscanon magic

[earps]

[ The bull is no joke; it's a trial many have attempted, though few have actually conquered, and it's a challenge made all the more impressive when you've been slinging back drinks like you don't give a shit about where you have to be tomorrow. Which means this chick is either very, very confident in her own abilities or she's seriously misjudged the situation. Either way, Wynonna's at the end of her shift but she decides to stick around to see exactly how this is all going to pan out. (Her instincts are pointing towards a successful outcome, for what it's worth.)

Off the clock, she orders a drink of her own — whiskey, neat — and knocks it back, waiting for that familiar warmth to settle in the pit of her stomach before slowly trickling outward, to her limbs. It's been a long night with her on her feet the entire time and while Wynonna takes care to nurse her next round, she watches the prospective challenger from the seat she's assumed a few stools away. ]

They take you up on it? [ In the relatively dim lighting of the bar, she can't make out the face of the individual to whom the dare was posed from here, but she figures she'll have an answer confirmed soon enough. If not, Dutch may have herself another taker. ]

djeeta | granblue fantasy | submissive

[classchampion]

› a. lies travel in company (the market)

[ It's kind of embarrassing to strut around in this kind of dress. She'd change, if she weren't clutching onto her sword so tightly her knuckles turned white. Djeeta did not normally give herself to panic, but while she was of age, that didn't she was intimately aware of... well, anything like this. The words kept swirling around in her head as she walked through the soft rain, recalling the way a Submissive sat down on the floor next to a Dominant and feeling, for the first time in many years, like she was completely out of her depth.

Would she have to do that, too? She found herself questioning her own strength.

No. No. She had to stay alert. Djeeta breathed in sharply and smacked her own cheeks, letting out a soft whine as the pain worked its way into her mind. ]

Where am I...? [ She looked up and around her, taking in the sights. The sights of... lingerie and boots. Ah. ]

This couldn't be our housing... excuse me? [ She looked across the street, trying to find someone she might be able to talk to. ]

› b. the key to hearts

[ The one thing that was really good about this dress was that it was pretty good to dance in. At least it looked formal enough that she didn't feel like she was sticking out like a sore thumb.

Not that Djeeta really knew how to dance. But it seemed that most of the women were lacing their arms around their partner's necks and swaying with them?

She tries that, though her partner might find it difficult to place their own hands - given Djeeta's sword seems to be right where their hand should be. It's a silent, accidental reminder to maybe not try anything frisky. ]

It doesn't really feel right being at a party, somehow...

[ Surprisingly, Djeeta doesn't seem very keen on company tonight: especially as the night winds down, she seems more intent on looking outside and asking about the safety of the event and the city itself, if anything. Can't keep a workaholic from her work. ]

› c. wildcard

[ Wanna catch Djeeta fighting crime or kicking ass and taking names? Let's do it! Or something more low key is cool too, everything is free game. ]

b

[rosenmaiden]

And yet you look like you don't belong anywhere but here, Captain.

[ Her voice is warm and sensual, as it always is, though the glass half-filled hanging between her fingers might be just as much reason for it. What kind of person doesn't enjoy themselves at a party?

Clearly Rosetta is not that kind of person.

Ever the one to play the mysterious entrance card, Rosetta leans gently against one of the pillars to the doorway leading outside to the patio. Dressed as laviously and elegantly as one would expect for a woman with her particular sort of taste, that is, a low cut strapless black dress with a pair of glossy black heels that serve to help her cut an even more striking figure than usual for her.

As popular as she may be, and as much as she might even have enjoyed it through the night, as soon as she saw that familiar face of her adorable Captain, Rosetta slipped away from her suitors, so she could speak with Djeeta alone. ]

You've always been the type who's as restless as the wind, haven't you?

Han Solo | Star Wars | submissive

[shipyards]

( lies travel in company )

[He's found himself in the back of the train, hunched down as low as he can go. He's pretty much lost everything right now-- ship included, and Chewy is no where in sight. It's not that he can't come back from this. He's been through worse, but he feels like he just got to something. He managed to finally get on top. And this place shoves him right back down.

He should be paying attention, and part of him is taking it in, but right now his eyes are on the others around him. Who has the similar line down their neck (and who is trying to hide it) and who doesn't. He's not keen on talking to anyone, but the seat next to him is open.]

( the key to hearts )

[He fusses at the tie, not liking the feel around his neck. How he got roped into this is a longer story, but he's here and shuffling in the corner. Really, if he can get out of here, the sooner the better. The end game isn't a bad one, but none of this sits well with him. Homeless kids that can't help where they've ended up is a little close to home for his comfort.

He lets the tie hang a little loose as he grabs something to drink, looking back at the others. This definitely isn't his kind of place, but he plasters on a smile for the sake of the event and nods to the person next to him.]

So what do people usually do at these things?

the key to hearts

[crimsonlieutenant]

[ She sees him before he sees her- it's strange how that happens more often than not anymore. She's hesitant to approach him, they'd gone their separate ways and she was eager to leave it at that.

As he's chatting with someone else near by, Qi'ra takes a deep breath and walks up behind him. She presses her hand to his shoulder and plasters a guarded smile on her face. ]

People dance and eat and drink a little too much. [ She pauses as she reaches over to grab herself a drink, careful to avert her eyes instead of staring at him a little longer. ] Hello Han.

max rockatansky | mad max fury road | dominant

[highoctaneblood]

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[Normally, Max would fight these people-- but they haven't gagged or bound him, and he's pretty hurt from what he just came out of. He even gives them a small wave as he leaves the room, out to the train platform. Seat 34 was what they told him.

He goes to sit down, and someone's already gotten seat 34. Max double checks the number on the seat.] I- uh, you're in my seat. [He taps the little golden plaque with the number.] I can just go somewhere else, but you might get in trouble. [He turns to find another seat]


« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.

[Max was ushered into Room B. He was told he was Dominant, and had to help the Submissive from the room. Sex is required to finish the puzzle. Sex is required. He heard that earlier but he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

He stood in the middle of Room B, looking confused. When the Submissive came in, he fell onto the couch as if he hadn't sat in days.] Good luck.

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[Max has never worn a suit in his life. He also hasn't slept in a few days, so he's bleary eyed and eating all the food. He eats like a child, or a dog. Or a child dog.

When it's time for a Dominant to pick a name, Max shrugs and pulls a name. He reads it aloud and looks around the room.] Well, if they're not here, I'll just be on my way...

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[mastermagician]

[ He'd come with Julian for the dancing. Even dressed up for the occassion, smoothed his hair back and pinned it delicately into place, a fine, dangling earring drooping down one side of his neck, and after agonizing for days over what to wear, opted for a suit in a pale blue with bright aqua-and-coral jaquard silk lining. The same bright pattern was repeated in the slim tie, which (like the suit) was cut in a sharp, lean, feminine style, with tails and form-fitting pants which, he found, made good work of his legs.

Several inches shorter and a dozen shades of color more loud, he paused beside the other man as he read the name aloud, wincing with the genteel grace of one trained to high manners. ]

I... pardon me, sir, you pulled the name of my companion. Julian. I'm sure he'd be very pleased to meet you, but he spirited away just a moment ago to fetch drinks.

Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck | Submissive (OTA)

[bloodpainter]

Lies Travel In Company:

You know how children can't seem to stay in their seats on long trips? You know how cats seem to be able to get anywhere, especially places you don't want them to be?

Well combine both of those, and you have Nepeta Leijon on a train. The mark on her face doesn't really seem to bother the horned gray girl, and she wastes no time peering out the windows, poking her nose in at people, and attempting to literally climb the walls of the train.

She's got some very good senses, though, and the second she feels anyone looking at her, she turns to them with a blink, a pair of big eyes, and a wide, toothy smile.

"Hi! I'm Nepeta!"

Waist of Leeways (Any of the three rooms!)

Now this looks interesting. She hadn't intended to come here, wherever it is, but frankly she had no idea where she was going to begin with, so hey, no big deal. Alive with curiosity, Nepeta gets down on all fours immediately and began exploring the new room with eyes and nose alike, trying to figure out what's going on here.

Searching for clues on the floor means that she completely misses the note smack on top of the nearest endtable. On the other hand, at least she's getting into the mystery part right off the bat. That's good, right?

Key to Hearts

"Can I come to this thing in my coat?"

The person who had handed Nepeta the flier was already walking away, leaving her to scowl at their back. Rude. Oh well. She lowers her head to study the flier and tilts her head at it.

"I sure hope I don't need to get a fancy dress or something. A party sounds fun though."

Waist of Leeways -also submissive but i do what i want

[soulstitched]

An apparent teenage human boy comes darting into the room with purpose, coat billowing around them until they actually look up to see where they are. "Wha-?"

Robin blinks in confusion, then turns to rush back towards the door which of course has been sealed shut by now.

"Hey!" Bang bang on the door! "I think there was a mistake!"

Gabriel | Supernatural | Dominant

[larker]

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ Gabriel has been to a lot of places in his long, long lifetime. Hell, he's created enough pocket realities and such to know that finding something new is going to be rare. The universe always has so much to offer and yet sometimes even he wonders at what point it starts repeating itself (isn't it meant to be infinite anyway? One day he'll ask Sam Winchester his thoughts on infinite loops). So when Gabriel finds himself confronted with two doors he oh-so nonchalantly walks through the first one that pings his interest and before he can say Doctor Sexy's sexy cowboy boots the archangels finds himself being sedated and knocked out.

Brilliant. All he'd done was gone for the nearest person and the very idea they'd even managed to get that needle in his neck was impressive enough to keep Gabriel in deep thought. There was obviously some Weird Shit™ going on in this place and by the time he's on the transport the only thing he's managed to come to terms with is the fact he's not a submissive. That would have sucked; in Gabriel's mind no part of him is submissive. He'll dare anyone to make a comment about height and how being short would mean being the weaker of two and then he'd simply throw them into traffic.

By the time Gabriel is settled on the transport he's come to terms with the fact that this is somewhere new, some weird fucky place that messes with everyone in it. It had to mess with them for the simple fact that even he — an archangel — couldn't just fly on out of there. People did not keep others in one place for the good of their health, that shit always has a habit of ending bad and Gabriel has seen enough bad endings to last a few lifetimes.]

What a trashy place. Hey, you — [ Gabriel finishes his (third) candy bar, balling the wrapper up and throwing it at the nearest person to get their attention.] What you in for?

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[ The invite to a party is too good an opportunity to pass up. Everyone will be schmoozing away, trying to make a good impression with each other. Gabriel knows just how much bullshit goes on behind those masks, how people will smile and smile as they wonder why they have to be sharing the same oxygen with someone else. If anything it's free entertainment though at the same time it could be useful for figuring out who is in such a place. Specifically anyone he knows. Last thing Gabriel wants is any of his brothers getting the jump on him again. The food gets a casual try here and there as Gabriel gravitates to the sweet section. For all the airs and graces going on the food is seemingly average and for now no fights have broken out. There hasn't been so much as a hint of drama and the archangel leans back against the bar, vaguely wondering if he should find the nearest asshole and start them on their downward spiral. Nothing quite says party when hiding under a table as chairs fly overhead.]

Are they just letting you all know about these homeless kiddos or is there actually some kind of a charity set up?

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS II

[ The name drawing seems to be a good laugh and Gabriel draws a name out of a hat before turning it so people can see.] Someone's lucky day.

» » » WILDCARD

[ooc: anything goes. even network posts. feel free to have Gabriel draw your name out of a hat if you want.]

Lies travel in company

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ It's fine, Gabriel. Here in Duplicity, not everyone is a 6'3" giant, here to make you feel like the shortest person in the world. Some might even be shorter. Judar's only 5'8", so he wasn't about to go towering over anyone any time soon.

He wasn't going to be someone's trach can either. He'd barely seen something flying after someone went 'hey you,' and instinct had a bubble of energy come up in time for the wrapper to bounce off and to the floor. Not a bad trick for someone with one of those lines down their neck and chest, right?

Which is why the set of red eyes glanced with annoyance before shrugging and leaning back into the seat. ]

Saving the world? Who knows.

Dr. Jonathan Reid | Vampyr | Submissive

[hungerneverfed]

« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY
« Name: Jonathan Reid
« Handle: jreid
« Picture: Photo ID

Good evening. My name is Dr. Jonathan Reid. I wished to inquire if anyone is aware of a medical treatment facility in the Down that may be in need of a physician. I am unable to locate any map or list of locations with this device I've been given. Thank you for your time.


» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
[Jonathan would like to say he's never felt so mistreated in his life, but the relatively "warm" reception of the natives of this world is in sharp contrast to the murderous intentions of his fellow countrymen the last time he awoke in a place absent the memories of how he arrived. His thirst is ever-present, and he's seated himself as best he can in the shadows while they're being forced into this farce of an orientation. He's kept his ears tuned, though, and his mind sharp on everything. If he's to survive here and make it back to London, to Elisabeth, he'll need to be attentive. And likely obedient.

The doctor sits in the very back, as far from the windows as possible. It would seem the people in charge have some mercy within them. He's a sociable man, though, and while he turns his collar up and sinks into his coat as much as he can, he'll offer a friendly, tight-lipped smile to whomever is seated beside him.]

It is a grand place, is it not? I have never seen trains such as these. Nor a city so vast.

[To most he'll simply appear to be a pale man with a few battle scars. To someone with the ability to see through illusions or those who might have some other supernatural senses, they might see that Jonathan's skin is not just pale, but deathly so. His eyes are dulled with death. When he speaks, the hint of too-sharp canines can be seen below his lip.]


« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.
[Room B is, for the first time since Jonathan has arrived here, somewhere that feels wholly familiar. The luxurious trappings of the room are reminiscent of his family's mansion. He steps out and looks around in confusion. He didn't mean to be here, but he certainly shan't object to it. The doctor is wholly unfamiliar with the concept of escape rooms in his own time. He wanders the room curiously for a minute before deciding to head back to the lift. Before he can get there, there's a ding and someone else is stepping off.

Jonathan's brows rise.]

Would you happen to know where we are? [A 'sir' or 'miss' is appended to that depending on the gender of the person who steps through the doors.]


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[Jonathan's grateful for the chance to mingle at a black-tie affair when it seems that 'Submissives' are never intended to have such luxuries unless they're heaped upon them by a 'Dominant.' The structure of this society is anthropologically fascinating. A part of him wonders if there's some connection to blood that may help account for who is assigned to which class. Otherwise, it seems to be entirely random.

Those in attendance may find they're being studied intensely as Jonathan observes, trying to find some pattern to the assignments here. Eventually, that becomes less interesting than taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers and approaching another person. They might be a Dominant or a fellow Submissive. Either way, he offers a polite smile.]

I wonder if this sort of event is a regular occurrence. I confess, I've not seen any children in attendance if this is meant to be for their benefit. That seems peculiar, does it not?

key to hearts

[definingfuture]

[After the formalities and appropriate donation business is taken care of, Tony walks around the party. He drifts, restless and curious and maybe even a little bit excited, because he does love a nice event. But even when Reid comes up to him, he hasn't quite settled yet into the whole affair. Maybe the question the man poses has been bothering him subconsciously.]

You don't think they're hosting a scam, do you? I mean, they- There are people who could use assistance in the city.

[He smiles, politely shaking his head to decline the glass, but his worry is more that they might not really be helping people. That can't be!]

Do you think someone should investigate?

Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia | Dominant

[genrouzan]

» LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ None of this was sitting well with Yuri. From being poked, prodded and washed by a group of strangers with little interest in telling him anything of what was going on, where he was, or what the hell they thought they were doing; to being ushered into a ... vehicle? he'd never seen before that seemed just too damn long to be practical in any sense of the word, to an apartment that seemed... just stupid in terms of size and opulence. He'd ended up sleeping on the balcony just to get away from just how big the apartment was. And clean. And full of stuff it didn't need.

And now he's sat on some train, chin resting on his hand as he stares out of the window with a bored expression. His eyes are darting around though, taking in locations and station names and trying to make sense of everything. Every now and then he stops, turns his head and watches the people getting on and off the train. As the pattern starts to emerge, certain groups sticking together, and the person boarding taking a seat while their partner kneels on the damn ground, his expression gets less bored and a little more intense. And annoyed. ]

Think they're gonna offer their friend a seat, or is that just considered the normal, decent thing to let people do here?

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[ Yuri cleans up pretty nicely. Especially when he has no choice, and someone waved the words "homeless children" at him. He can't just pretend there isn't some pointless fancy party going ahead when he knows its purpose as well.

He's positioned himself as close to the food as he can, he's not an idiot. It's a good place for people watching, and to listen in to any conversations that may be taking place while the guests look over their food and drink options. But the longer the evening goes on, the more disgruntled he looks, and eventually he ends up just sliding down the wall and tugging his tie loose so he can get at the top buttons on his shirt, freeing his neck from the restraints of a "black tie" outfit. ]

For a "charity" event they sure aren't interested in talking much about the charitable side of things. This seems more like some kinda group date than an organised function.

[ ... and then he reaches up and grabs the first thing his hand finds on the table, examining it critically for a moment, before popping the bite sized tower of fancy seafood and cracker into his mouth whole. ]

Food isn't bad though.

» WILDCARD

[ come at me. he's properly wandering the streets and looking unimpressed as heck with all this, so he's easy enough to run into. literally, if you want. ]

b

[ludia]

[ at first the long hair and lean form make Nero think she's found a pretty girl with good taste in menswear. but she'll settle for a handsome man as well. have an approving nod despite Yuri's deep scowl and then Nero's looking at the refreshments. finally making her choices - one chocolate strawberry after another. Servants didn't need to eat. but, well, the opportunity presents itself. and the niggling worry about the lack of a Master and a supply of mana.... oh good the handsome man has decided to talk - and show some skin! Nero's head pops up. ] Surely the charitable aspects will have been worked out on their own. No need to put glum thoughts front and center when celebration is to be had! [ if his mood is going black, then hers has only gotten rosier with time. Nero loves nothing more than to be catered to, even if she knows the organizers are merely angling for donations and sympathies. ] Yes, the food is good. But why do you waste your time on savories when there are sweets to be consumed?

Waldo Butters | Dresden Files | Dominant

[polkayoureyesout]

Arrival
[You might notice a short guy in a paper gown being ushered towards a waiting limo. The staff isn't having an easy time because he's arguing, asking questions, and occasionally slapping or pinching himself as if he thinks he'll wake up any moment. Seeing you, he might just break away and demand:]

Hey!? Is this real? Are you real? Tell me you're real and not just a glamoured up figment of my imagination.

Lies Travel in Company
[Butters does not deserve or want this in any sense, yet here he is. At first he goes through the motions, numb, but gradually he starts to be more and more disturbed by the kneeling subs.]

Hey, uh. I'm tired of sitting. You want my place?

[Maybe the sub's had to kneel because there weren't enough seats. Or maybe he sounds like he's propositioning someone else's sub. Take it however you want.]

A Waist of Leeways (A)

[The elevator delivers him to what is apparently a super classy bondage suite. Banging on the door and yelling does nothing. So he pokes at the devices gingerly, trying to figure out if they're capable of causing real pain. Then he really gets down to work, practically turning the place upside down.]

Aha, look at that candlestick by the bookcase. That's gotta be something. So obvious, if you just twist it it'll...get burning wax all over the floor. Right. Are you familiar with seeing through glamours by any chance? I don't want to be here when they start putting those things to use.

[He indicates the weird devices. Some sub come help him out.]

Other

[Have fun sitting through orientation with a nerd who has a frozen expression of intrigue and horror. Or do something else!]

A Waist of Leeways

[hungerneverfed]

[Jonathan has no idea what an escape room is, but he's had to navigate unfortunately tricky areas before that seem designed to stymie all but those with magical abilities. He's been delivered to a room that is most assuredly not the one he was heading for and there's now a man talking to him and turning to him.

The question about seeing through glamours has the vampire's brows rising. He's been doing his best to pretend at being human while he's been here. He doesn't intend to jeopardize that outside of some life-threatening situation. This room does appear to be designed for some manner of torture, but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it.]

I fear that's beyond my particular abilities, sir. [It isn't entirely. Jonathan scans the room, reaching out into the darkness for signs of something special or amiss. Nothing jumps out at him except the bell, which seems to be placed outside their reach.] Perhaps the bell up there has something to do with it. I would imagine there might be some number somewhere to indicate the appropriate times to ring it.

[He goes over to the lift to test it and there's no light on the buttons. That would seem to be a dead-end, then.]

It would seem we are to be partners in this endeavor, sir. I'm Dr. Jonathan Reid. Who might you be?

Randall Flagg | The Stand | Submissive

[shooktheworld]

[A- LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY]

[Flagg spent most of his time staring out the window, his eyes occasionally flicking towards the kneeling Submissive and the group of Submissives that boarded after them.

What disgusting creatures, he thought, Is this really what I'm supposed to work with?

Well, they could make for good cannon fodder, at least. It seems like they'd do whatever they were told, and he always needed people like that, but he'd need at least a few more strong wills among the Submissives if he intended to tear this society apart (and oh, he absolutely did). If he were ever forced to kneel like that, in public...well. He'd cross that bridge if he got to it.]

This is a doozy, ain't it?

[Said to whoever happened to be sitting next to him at the time. He was most interested in his fellow recent arrivals, less likely to have accepted the way things are and easier to sow seeds of rebellion in, if they weren't already there.]

[B - THE KEY TO HEARTS]

[Flagg may be too proud to kneel for anyone, but he wasn't too proud to flirt. The better of an impression he made, the easier it would be to get anything done here without being able to attain any real societal power of his own. He still had the power of charm, and fear if that failed, and magic if both let him down. He'd get some of these Dominants on his side, one way or another.

He was well-dressed today and at least making an attempt at genuine warmth and jovial interaction with others instead of grinning like a hungry wolf. He'd dance with anyone who asked for a dance, whisper sweet poetry in their ear. And at the end of the night when his name was called, he'd proceed without resistance to see who was going to take him home.]

[C - WILDCARD - THE DOWN]

[The time was now to scout out his fellow Submissives, meet anyone who might have some potential, see who plans on playing by the rules and who'd rather go against them. The Dominants could be valuable allies too, yes, but he couldn't depend entirely on them. If this place had branded him - him, the Adversary, the King of Nowhere, the Crawling Chaos, yadda yadda yadda - as a Submissive, then the selection process surely couldn't be all that accurate.

There was strength here, unused and wasting away in the Down, and he'd find it.

He sat cross-legged in alleyway, shabby and greasy-haired, his face entirely covered in shadow save for his toothy grin and red eyes. Between his hands he held a shabby piece of cardboard, upon which the word 'CHANGE?' was written in big block letters. Who'd approach him, and who'd look the other way?]

[D - WILDCARD - DANCE WITH THE DEVIL]

[Anything you'd like!]

Lies

[polkayoureyesout]

Yeah. I don't- I don't think this is how BDSM is supposed to work.

[The man sitting next to him is obviously not a sub. He has a worried and disoriented look about him and he seems to be (for some reason) making a circle with his thumb and index finger and peering through it.]</small.

eames // inception // dominant

[lushlips]

i. lies travel in company

[ All in all, it had been a fairly pleasant orientation. There had been some cons, of course. The whole paper gown thing? Very tacky. Though the bathing had been a nice surprise amidst the somewhat medical run through. It wasn't even the worst orientation he'd sat through– no, that had to have been the military. Or perhaps that time he conned his way into a tech company. Tech bros had the worst sense of humor on the planet, quite possibly.

Well, no matter, he's here. Even if it doesn't make much sense just yet. He appreciates the tour, of course, because it was always useful to know where one was going. The social dichotomy was going to take some time to adjust to, even if he was used to the mannerisms of those in the upper crust of society and how they treated everyone else like they were mere ants. At any rate, he's got his attention firmly fixed out the window, silently taking in the winding path the tour brings them on. ]

Neat little place, all in all, hm?


ii. the key to hearts

[ Now then, this is more like it. Eames grins to himself as he adjusts the collar of his suit, more than ready to chat and dance and just generally have a good time. The charity is a bit more upscale than something he would've normally picked for himself, but he isn't about to complain about it. After all, there's good music and the unassailable draw of alcohol.

Suffice to say, he doesn't waste time in downing one such drink. And shortly thereafter, extending a hand out to whomever is nearest, charm turned up to 11. ]

Care for a dance, love?

iii. wildcard

[ Catch him in orientation looking pleased with himself! Or maybe you were (un)lucky enough to have your name drawn at the party as a Submissive. Don't worry though, he's every inch an English gentleman. When he wants to be, anyway. ]

ii

[paradoxpoint]

[While he hadn't expected to find anyone from home here, Arthur's more surprised he didn't see Eames in a gambling den or casino before a charity event.

He's also very deliberately not letting himself admire the fine figure the Englishman cuts in a properly tailored suit.

He very deliberately glances between Eames' face and the offered hand, brow cocked up as he takes a sip of his champagne.]

Sure you're not after a Submissive, Mr. Eames? Who did you kill for that suit, anyway?

Peter Parker | Marvel 616 | Submissive

[spectacularluck]

A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.

[ All he wanted to do was get about his day in as normal a way he could, given the circumstances. Get into the Elevator, head to what's passing for home these days (which really, isn't that different from the usual) and call it a day. Easy, simple.

And yet here he is, locked into some sort of dungeon that's trying to pass itself for a room, having to catch clues to get out of it. Not the greatest way to end his day, but then again, finding himself here hadn't been the greatest way to start his day either. ]

Okay, for the record, the whole chains and cuffs aesthetic? Not as enticing as you'd think when you're locked in a room with no way out. Could this program get any creepier? Actually, wait, don't answer that. I don't need this to get worse.


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[ He's never exactly been the life of the party, and charity event or not, he's not really going to be now. So he's going to skip on that dancing and drinking part, in favor of an awful lot of that eating part (can't blame him, it's free food).

But it is a charity event, and supposedly, it's to help children. So of course he's going to be around, and when he's asked for his name — well. He has no reason to believe it's for anything but a good cause.

Hey, it's for the children, after all.

When names starts getting called and people getting paired, however, it becomes clear he was maybe a little too naive. Leave it to him to be roped into whatever matchmaking scheme this is with the promise of free food.

Honestly, though? Worth it, and food is still more pressing than this whole pairing up matter. ]

Sorry — Are you going to eat that?

waist of leeways

[lavabend]

[ Bolin opens his mouth about to answer, but then Peter shushes him, and he stops. ]

I'll just say that yes, things can and have gotten much worse than this. [ Considering that there was a flood a week or two ago and everyone was going wild in the streets because of some supernatural effect in the air? Yeah, things could be worse. ]

But since you don't want spoilers, that's all I'll tell you. [ Anyway, he's actually terrible at puzzle games or anything that requires much thinking, so Bolin starts to peer and poke at random things, hoping the answer lies there. ]

Nah | Fire Emblem: Awakening | Submissive (OTA)

[nahtscared]

Lies Travel In Company

Anger stews inside Nah as she rides along to her destination. Swept out of her world, deposited in this place, and as the last insult to the whole thing...

Her hand reaches up to touch the mark on her face, a low, almost animalistic growl leaving her throat as she sits there, fuming over her current circumstances. It lasts only a little while before she realizes she's probably bothering the person in the seat next to her.

A little embarrassed, but still mostly angry, she ducks her head and tries to compose herself, breathing deep. It... doesn't really work, but she puts on a brave face anyway.

"I apologize for that. Hello. I'm Nah."

Waist of Leeways (any room)

"Well this isn't where I wanted to go." Irritated, Nah steps into the room, looking around, eyes peeled as her pointed ears prick up to hear the instructions being given over the intercom. Three clues, okay. It's not that big of a room, she should be able to find those- wait, what was that?

"What did you say is required?" She howls at the voice right before the connection cuts off. No response. Glaring furiously at the ceiling, she wonders to herself whether this puzzle room can withstand suddenly having a dragon inside of it...

Key to Hearts

Well, the good thing is, she's gotten a nice red dress out of all this, and that's her favorite color. The bad news is, with that mark on her face and the speculative looks of a lot of the dominants around, she feels almost like she's being placed up for auction or something.

Nonetheless, she accepts most of the offers to dance, if only to give her feet something to do. And hopefully to keep those peering eyes off her. They might not actually be looking at her specifically, there are plenty of people around, after all. But it feels like they are, and that's bad enough.

When she's not dancing, she keeps her eyes trailing over the guests, and more importantly, her ears open. Maybe she can learn something that will help her out during her stay.

A

[reinkarnate]

"You do not have to apologize. It is quite alright." He does not seemed bothered in the least by her small little outburst. He was sure that she had her reasons and he wasn't going to poke about it too much either. If she wished to talk about it, she would. "It is good to express yourself, even negatively, than to bottle it up."

A pause. "My name is Karna. It is a pleasure, Nah."

Reina Prowler | Macross Delta | Submissive

[aidol]

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[To say that Reina was displeased would be an understatement. This was dumb and not actually how it should be and if anyone makes a point to glance at her, they'll see her face pulled into a small frown that only deepens as she watches more and more submissives get on the train and how they act. Ugh. Like she's going to let that happen to her, even if she's been marked as a submissive.

With that said, if someone wants to talk to her she won't totally ignore them.

However, when she's eventually told to get off, she doesn't actually hesitate. She's quick to get off, even if it's in the Down.

And then she huffs.]

Not cool.

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[Reina is curious by nature, and that's purely why she's here. She's thankful she can at least move easy thanks to the fact that she's wearing her holosuit, and it's currently projecting this outfit. For all intents and purposes, this is what she's wearing. With that said, though, she spends a lot of time in the corner looking through data and charts, the screens seemingly popping out of her nails.

If someone comes too close, though, it'll disappear quickly as she lets her arms drop to her sides.

Or, she can be found trying to socialize and/or evade actually giving an answer about whether she's contracted or not. If she runs into your character, though, she'll say this:]

This party is boring.

» » » WILDCARD

[Want to be hacked? Need a chain letter sent to five million people? Need to explore and/or do a bunch of other things? I'm open to it all and you can catch me at kyuupin if you wanna talk about things.]

the key to hearts

[classchampion]

[ Djeeta feels like she shouldn't agree with her. If only because people probably worked really hard to put this on? But... ]

It is... kind of.

I want to explore some more.

Father Maxwell | GundamW: Frozen Teardrop | Submissive (lol)

[priestified]

[ 1. Lies Travel ]

After being thoroughly scrubbed down and prettied up like a prize poodle, then taken on a whirlwind tour of the sparkling clean city he would not be living in, the black-clad figure shuffles off the train and into the gloomy, balmy Down.

Figures Figures Maxwell would be miraculously lifted from one slum just to find himself dropped right into another. Story of his whole sorry life, right? On the other hand, the people here in the Down seem to move a little freer than those in the Up, who are bound not only by their rules but by high society's expectations for them. Ah, the great paradox, as true here in Duplicity as it was on Earth, the Lagrange colonies, or on Mars: no one gives much of a damn what a lowlifes do. Least of all the other lowlifes.

Maybe this understanding that Maxwell is piecing together of his new home is inherently flawed, biased and colored by his own experiences of a very different system of human society, but will you be the one to tell him that?

"Guess they didn't wanna give us a tour of this dump, eh?" Maxwell's chuckle is grim, and he doesn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. Or maybe it just doesn't make any difference to him who answers. "Wonder where we can get a stiff drink around here."


[ 2. Waist? Leeways: Room C ]

Maxwell intended to go the fuck home. Instead, he's stepped off the elevator into a room with no doors and windows. A very purple one, at that. The leather ball gags and straps hanging in the corner don't escape his notice, either.

"Why the hell am I in someone's sex dungeon?"

With his priestly attire, the man certainly looks out of place in this room. In fact, his lip is already curling in offense - but maybe not for the reasons you think.

"It ain't even a good one. Satin sheets, really?"


[ 3. Key to Hearts ]

Why is he here? Maxwell should know better than to attend some charity gig for homeless kids. Strikes too close to the heart, and all. Well, free food and drinks is one good reason. Maxwell had frowned when his name was taken down at the door, but said nothing at the time. He's already learned that he doesn't have much choice about things like that, and for now he's going to keep that rebellious nature of his under wraps and pick his battles.

Maxwell gladly imbibes and partakes in all of the rich people food and drink, clearly tailored for the tastes of those in the Up. Yet he's in an unusually unsociable mood, head down and hat tipped over his eyes, perhaps thinking back to that church full of rugrat orphans he'd left back on his world... how were they gonna survive without the money he was sending them? Hell, did any of that even exist anymore?

[ 3a: hook for anyone! ]

After grabbing a fresh drink (already several drinks in), Maxwell clearly isn't watching or thinking about where he's going, because he stumbles right into the back of the person standing nearest to him. The result? It's champagne, spilling everywhere.

"Oh, shit - sorry 'bout that, pal." Maxwell does sound genuinely sorry, but his rueful gaze is directed towards the dripping champagne as he unhelpfully brushes a hand over the other's sopping clothes.

[ 3b: hook for dominants! ]

Maxwell is quite content to spend the entire event minding his own business, get trashed, and go home depressed and alone. At least the food and expensive liquor would have been worth it. Better if there had been whiskey, but beggars can't be choos-

At the sound of his name, Duo Maxwell, being called over the suddenly quieted room, Maxwell very nearly chokes into his champagne glass.

"The fuck?" It is far too early into the night for him to have already blacked out and signed up for something.

The name at the door thing? Yeah, he never did figure out what that was for.


[ Wildcard ]

[ I ain't the president do what you want!!! ]

key to hearts

[hungerneverfed]

[Luckily for Maxwell, he's run into another Submissive. Unluckily, Jonathan is a bit of an imposing man, standing at 6'1" and being supremely unimpressed that his very night trench coat has been covered in champagne and will likely smell like it for the rest of the evening. Still, he's a gentleman. While thoughts of ripping into the drunkard's throat flit through his mind, Jonathan simply shrugs out of the garment and turns with a tight smile.]

It's perfectly all right, sir. Please do watch your step, though. Are you all right? You seem to be having trouble on your feet.

Tony Stark | MCU | Submissive

[buildsomething]

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ So this is...not Manhattan. Tony's not sure exactly what it is, but he's got that much down. His brain may not be moving at it's usual speeds, but in his defense, it's been a long fucking day. Ordinarily he might have objected to being stripped down and scrubbed, but after Loki and the Chitauri and the whole sorta-maybe-dying for a moment thing, he could probably have used it. That's one thing going for him, anyway.

He finds himself watching things go by in sort of a haze, though he's catching up to speed as it goes on. As it nears towards the end, it might finally be occurring to him that this isn't an incredibly bizarre hallucination. He's already been to space and fought actual aliens today, weirder things have happened. ]

So give it to me straight. Is this Disneyland in hell or what?

[ Is he talking to someone near him? Himself? An AI that isn't presently there? Who knows. Maybe he's just running his mouth for the sake of it. ]

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ Okay, so this place is still beyond weird, but schmoozing? That Tony can do in his sleep. And there's a bar, so bonus. He makes a beeline for it once he gets in to the party, but he's still nursing that first drink as he makes his way around. As much as he'd like to get utterly blitzed until his life starts making sense again, it seems like a good idea to have some faculties on him. So he's sober enough to arch an eyebrow when someone asks his name, but it seems like something not worth fighting at the moment.

He makes his way easily through the crowd, dodging through with practiced movements. Maybe he'll stop for a dance here or there if someone smiles at him nicely enough, but for the most part, Tony's just listening. He doesn't have his usual upper hand here, in more ways that one. No leaning on the Stark name at the moment, especially not when he's a submissive. But he can bide his time.

And head back to the bar every so often. He might be watching himself, but that doesn't mean he's going to do it completely dry. A long-won alcohol tolerance has to be good for something. ]

» » » WILDCARD

[ Hit me with anything you like! Canon point is just post-Avengers. ]

» » » LIES TRAVEL

[ex_serum683]

❰ well that's a familiar voice. ❱

I don't think this is really the happiest place on Earth, Tony.

❰ tony isn't steve's favourite person. they've been in contact maybe a handful of times in the two years it's been since the battle of new york, and each time it's been the stilted kind of contact with someone you know you're not really allowed to hate... but you still really don't like. which isn't to say that tony's a bad person, he's just... an asshole. there's only so much of his particular breed of asshole that steve can take at any given time.

but he's not about to let tony wander around duplicity unawares, especially not with that line down his chin — the same line that runs down steve's. ❱

When did you arrive?

okada izou | fate/ | dominant

[izou]

I. A WAIST OF LEEWAYS
[ In one of the many times in Okada Izou’s life, he’s been presented with a problem that he can’t resolve on his own. Locked in a black room with various torture devices, ones that despite their more modern appearance still manage to conjure bad memories, he’s already made the rather foolish decision that he’ll play no part in listening to the instructions provided to them. Not that he'd be any good at solving escape room puzzles.

When the submissive enters the room, his eyes narrow. His hand tightens around the sheath of his sword. No matter who his companion is, a growl rips up his throat and out of his mouth. ]

Ya know what. After I get outta here, I’ma kill whoever put us in this damn room. [ He snarls, this passionate declaration of violence serious. ]

II. THE KEY TO HEARTS
[ There are many aspects of this new world that Okada doesn’t fully understand, but a party is enough to get him excited. Paying attention to neither the etiquette nor the dress code, the hitokiri reaches outward to consume whatever choice of meat that he can grab his hands on. What manner of alcohol that is provided has been largely sparkling wine in flutes, which isn’t nearly as strong as he would like it.

As he downs his wine as gracelessly as one would chug down a pint of beer, he turns to someone — either the waitstaff, or maybe someone that he’s accidentally mistaken for an employee. ]

Oi. [ His coarse manner of speech includes a certain disregard for politely learning another’s name, or… well, doing anything politely. ] Don’t hold out on me. I know ya've got to have something better to drink than this shit.

III. WILDCARD
[ Hit me with a prompt of your choosing. I’m pretty flexible. Feel free to PM me if you want to hash any details out! ]

i

[ilyushkano]

Uh.... seems kind of extreme, but I get where you're head's at, I really do.

[The last time she was in a place like this her brother almost got dissected, and then almost vivisected. She's not really much of a fan, to put it lightly, but she pushes her sleeves up and starts nosing around anyways.]

I can't reach; can you give the hanging cages a few tugs? Some of them might be pulleys or something that opens a hidden door.

[Trust her, she's spent the past few years working in a palace with secret magic passages all over the place.]

ritsuka fujimaru ( fate/ ) submissive

[requited]

( a.waist.of.leeways. )

[ he's got enough on his mind without.. well, this. but an escape room it is, apparently, so ritsuka's trying to make the best of it. at least, he was, right up until they got to the third clue. it's pretty obvious once he gets it, too, because his whole face goes red.

you know what? it's one thing to have a bunch of half-dressed scandalous servants around, but to have complete strangers shove things like this in his face and expect him to just go with it is.. a lot.

he clears his throat, glancing nervously to the person nearest him. ] Um, this is a joke, right? I mean.. we can leave the room without, uh.. [ you know. there are so many people around. ]

( the key to hearts )
a.

[ it's not the first time he's been dressed nicely, but it's the first time in a while. and a party like this is.. definitely new. it's obvious that he's nervous--he hadn't liked having to give his name like that--and because he's nervous, and because there's alcohol available, he's definitely been drinking too much and he knows it.

still, at least it's relaxed him a little. he's flushed and nursing a glass of champagne, looking a little dizzy as he just barely avoids listing into someone else's side. ] Oh! [ he straightens up, clearing his throat and consciously setting the glass down on a table. yeah, maybe he's had enough. ] Sorry about that, I guess I'm kind of a lightweight.

b.

[ at the end of the night, his name is called, and.. he's going to be paired with a dominant? just like that? just like that? when he practically staggers to a stop in front of his chosen dominant, he's dizzy and alarmed and kind of wants to run away or sink into the floor. ]

Is this permanent? This isn't permanent, right?

key to hearts; b.

[deheaded]

[ on the other hand, shuten absolutely loves parties like this. thankfully this time around she's dressed in a floor length dress kimono, still a deep rich purple in color, but's a sight more modest than what she usually wears. at the moment she's a little too busy talking to some tall drink of water standing right next to her, flirting up a storm, but there's no mistaking that voice when she hears it. ]

—Ah, Sweetie! You have arrived!

Prior Walter | Angels in America | submissive

[priorly]

• Lies Travel In Company •

[Who doesn't like a day-trip?

Prior's curled into one of the train's cleaner window seats, chin resting in the dip of his palm as he takes in the view. One might call it unfair, this whole being scooped up from his world and deposited in another, only to be informed that he - Prior Walter, 34th of the name, scion of an ancient line and heir to a distant memory of old money now largely spent should end up...

...in a place not so dissimilar to the scrappy Chelsea apartment to which he had formerly repaired. How the mighty have floated gently to a similar level to the one previously occupied.

Still, it is pretty, this view. These buildings apparently given out like candy to anyone who happened to open the right door. He lets out a soft sigh as a caravan of limos pass alongside the track. Prior sighs, fluttering a hand against his chest.]

Well. I never expected the line who d'you have to fuck to get one of those to be quite so literal.



• A Waist of Leeways •

[It's an escape room, he's told, and then they let him into Room C, which more closely resembles something he could only describe as a modern take on the Palace of Versaille.

He goes to the window, first, pulling back the curtains to examine the view, then twirls to see who's followed him in, all coquettish Marie Antoinette.]

Ah, good monsieur, I think the trick to this place is that I won't want to leave.



• The Key To Hearts •

[He cuts a slight but stylish figure at the party, outfit tailored to fit a too-narrow frame, bangs swept back only to fall into his eyes again with a turn of his head. And he is here to have his head turned.

Quaint as this whole little BDSM scenario may be, and as much of a twink as he may look, Prior's never exactly fitted the submissive mold. But he's not unused to catching that kind of eye, so why not play to one's strengths, for a while?

Anyone watching carefully enough may notice the slight limp to his gait, or that he's a couple of shades paler than he should be. But there's nothing in his gaze that seems frail at all. If someone goes home with him at the end of the night, they'd better think themselves lucky to do so. Which means when he catches someone's gaze on him, the response is a smile: warm and self-assured. He's looking them over in turn.] You can buy me a drink, first.

Lies Travel. Also hi!

[inaurare]

[he startles briefly with that sigh, glancing up from his own seat. The words that follow - Linneus isn't sure they are meant for him; but he ventures, in case a reply is expected-]

I... cannot say that is a familiar line at all.

[though its meaning is obvious enough - and apt enough.]

It seems those of the Up are all conveyed in such a manner. Some sort of carriage...