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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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

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.

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

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

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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[ This is certainly a nice surprise. And he issurprised, which is a feat all on its own. At the flicker of Arthur's gaze, he smiles a bit bigger, teeth flashing even in the dim mood-lighting of the room.

Not exactly wolfish, but close enough. ]

Who's to stop me from dancing with who I'd like to? [ No one, no one at all. ]

A gentleman doesn't reveal his secrets. I would think you'd be pleased since I'm not wearing any of those hideous patterns you claim to despise.

Good. Let's see how he likes it for once...

[lies travel in company]

[Initially, the train ride is very illuminating. 2B sits in her assigned seat in her paper dress without seeming to mind the cold or the way she's so exposed, her eyes fixed on the window and the array of human life that passes so quickly beyond it. She'd known that humans lived packed in this way, but the circumstances of this...

Her eyes are uncovered, which leaves her feeling oddly exposed, but they drift to the human Dominant and their submissive kneeling the way they are, the contented look on the submissive's face, and she can't help wonder what kind of feedback they get from the position they're in. It had seemed incredibly arbitrary to 2B, and with her own marker for being a submissive in place she wonders if she will be made to kneel.

She wonders if the Dominants she comes across will be pleased or disappointed when they get no argument from her.

Serving humans, after all, is something any good YoRHa android should be ready and willing to do.

Eventually, though, she notices she's taken a window seat, that there other people who would probably like a turn, and she frowns at herself for not recognizing this issue sooner.]

Would you like to sit here?

[a waist of leeways (room A)]

[Arriving first in the room that she does, 2B finds it... very odd. It's nothing like anything she would have expected from the humans, these strange devices looking like they're to be used for torture rather than pleasure, and despite the fact that there's what looks like a blindfold over her eyes her mood is clear by the frown on her lips, the corners turned down in a mix of concern for the humans who might find themselves being made to be strapped into these things and honest confusion about why they would want to.

She's never done much research about humanity the way 9S had, never took the time to figure out what made them tick, and seeing this room makes her wonder if she should have listened a little more closely while he rambled on about them, their needs and their desires, what made them tick. She'd been so focused on her mission of bringing them home making Earth safe for them again, that she hadn't ever stopped to think about how to have a conversation with them. Her heels click on the tiled floor as she moves from one device to the next, running gloved fingertips over them, and she has no idea just how much her outfit makes her fit this room.

As soon as the door opens, she's quick to turn to face her partner, and if she sees someone who looks even remotely human her reaction is immediate and very precise. She brings her hand up to rest over her heart, heels coming smartly together, and she says-]

Glory to Mankind.

I already moved rather swiftly through the crowd to reach you, there will most likely be presumptions anyway.

[She just shrugs that off. It's important to keep up appearances to a certain extent, but honestly anyone assuming whatever they want about the two of them would probably lead to salacious gossip at worst. And really, in a place like this that might be inevitable anyway.]

Do you really want to push me away, Saber?

[Phillip snorts.] Do I want to know?

Maxwell is not an easy man to intimidate, in part because he's almost (no, definitely) foolishly reckless, and confident enough in his own abilities to defend himself even in a place like this. The other part is that he's cheated certain death and stared down the barrels of enough guns in his lifetime that even this impossibly tall man's cool stare isn't enough to shake him.

Clearly Maxwell hasn't quite absorbed the fact that there are many people like Jonathan here, more deadly than even himself, with powers and abilities that he doesn't yet understand.

At a full half foot shorter than Jonathan, Maxwell has to look up to meet his eyes. When he does, he looks a little taken aback by what he sees. Without a single ounce of tact, Maxwell makes a vague gesture towards Jonathan's.. face.

"What about you? You look a little... uh, pale?"

It's... a really long story. Probably not.

[Rogue is still beyond uncomfortable in this place, and with this designation. She’s supposed to be working on being a bit more assertive instead of trying to stay on the edges of any event that happens. She attends them mostly to make a good impression on anyone who’s watching. The fact of the matter is that she only has to make it look good in public. The rest of the time she can be as out of sorts as she wants.

It’s why she’s there, in a fancy dress she’s souped up to cover her back and neckline. And long, opera-length gloves to cover her arms. Her skin’s relatively safe like this.

Unfortunately, her mind’s still as suceptible as hell to anyone who wants to take advantage of that, a container for barely concealed rage and hurt, that wants a way to lash out and doesn’t know how. Especially at this place that wants to make her feel like she’s in charge when she has the sinking suspicion that she has even less autonomy here.]

Dance? [She’s making her rounds like she’s supposed to when she comes upon Flagg, though her delivery needs a lot of work.]

[She says nothing.

She does, however, reach into the pocket of her dress, pulling out a handkerchief and silently offering it to the woman that once meant everything.]

[luckily, he only spills on himself.

and Nero.

IT'S NERO AGAIN WHY. does he have some magnet that attracts these types wherever he goes? next thing he knows Liz is going to show up.]

"Excuse me" would be the better response to knocking someone over and shattering glass all over the floor. Jeez, they're gonna make me clean this up I bet.

[her attitude ruins the admittedly attractive dress and shoes she has on. his hand wipes at his chest, where his own tattoo is much more obvious running down his neck and into his button-up. now that he's not in a cape and hood..]

What're you doing here?

[ It's a public train. Nobody owns these seats. Because of that, Kamui isn't bothered if someone sits next to him. He doesn't need to glance at the red-haired man to know that he's one member of the fresh batch. His aura and mannerisms pretty much give him away.

Anyway, he doesn't feel the need to respond to that question, the lack of protest already indicates that he doesn't care if the seat is taken. So he remains wordless, looking elsewhere as the train prepares to leave. ]

[He blinks in slight surprise when someone pulls him aside, but moreso when it is a face that he recognizes. Based on what she was asking and what little she was giving him to offer; it was easy to guess her status in this land.]

Ah. The Holy Maiden...

[He doesn't take her money and closes her hands over her own earnings. Two charitable souls...] I would advise to keep this for yourself. I will donate in your stead. [He has already, of course, but he would be happily to donate more to the cause for her sake. The poor did not need to get poorer.]

I was seated here before you. ( He glares, tucking his device back into his pocket. He didn't need Judar grabbing that.

With Judar's rather annoying entry into Sindria and claims of inviting Kou in to destroy it on his mind, he's not exactly friendly with the magi again. Or happy to be seated next to the man, at least. )

Just move your feet. ( He stares pointedly at them, frowning. )

[The hell Willy Wonka elevator did he just step off of, because this definitely wasn't the Down, and he'd just come from the Up. So obviously there was some sideways bullshit going on.

Scrubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, he took a moment to try and collect himself - and shut out the frankly sickening amount of purple in the room, honestly - before lifting his head to look over to the woman who spoke and offering up a very helpful:]

The fuck, yo? Figure what out? The hell are we?

Yeah, alright. [maybe another time... either when he knows her better, or she's not dealing with two mean dogs and being dropped into a bizarre new city. Though also now that he's thinking about it--]

They don't explain anything to you when you get here, do they? I honestly don't remember when they told us most of it anymore.

[ oh this was supposed to have the opposite effect.

Nero understands nothing of what she says - it's too loud with all the noise of people moving in packs, and with tears flowing freely it was difficult to distinguish one word from another. but she can understand what is occurring and what must be done. one hand comes upon the girl's shoulder, the other on her elbow. to guide her out of the crowded floor and have a maiden's dignity in private.

all the while, talking still. ]

There are many Sabers, it is true - I suppose you are a magus, then, with experience in the ways of the Grail? - so our noble auras can confuse. There is no shame in moments of confusion! If any should have shame, it would be this Servant of yours - yes, I've deduced it is a Servant of which you speak. If I were her, I would never have left your side, so you would find yourself alone...

Your face is too fine to be filled with tears - tonight is a celebration! An opportunity to enjoy, without thoughts of what we'd left behind! Surely you had come not to cry, but to have a splendid time with drink and dance?

As the night winds down and the crowds are beginning to thin out, it's apparent they're going to enforce their partnering of Dominants and Submissives. Eames is watching the proverbial hat make its rounds through the room, hands dipping in and pulling out thin slips of paper with names written on them.

Finally, it's his turn, and he doesn't waste time digging into the pile. He plucks the first one his fingers come into contact with, eyes scanning the name before calling it out clearly.

No one answers. At least, not vocally. Scanning the area around him, he sees someone– a young woman, dressed impeccably in blue– looking about with a searching expression. Eames moves his way through the crowd, stepping closer to her to double-check if this is the one.

"Pandora?"

[She loves this.

Or, well. She's mildly fond of this, as opposed to, say, being herded into a room for an awkward orientation on how to make someone orgasm. This is miles better. She adores things like this in comparison. She's even dressed up for it; there's that slight snag at the end, of course, but she won't think of that catch until later.

For now: time to drink and pretend she's somewhere civilized.

At least someone else seems to have the same idea. Although . . . she raises an eyebrow as she skims his neck.]

You realize I'm not a Submissive. This won't end in you finding a partner for the night.

Leo just slid his eyes over to the unfairly tall and handsome man who decided to sit next to him; not that he could tell. "Excuse me? I'm 20. And honestly the apartment they gave me isn't the worst one I've stayed in."

_{[Cue: Panic. That's right, one emotion trumps all the very moment he watches the girl he'd bumped into hop around on one foot, shrieking in pain and that's panic. Oh god, did he break something? He knows he's heavy but still! Was she really that delicate?]}

Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to I- oh jeez are you okay? You're okay, right?

_{[9S, she doesn't look okay.]}

I didn't mean to really!

𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 🠮

[ stepping out of orientation is a bit like stepping into a dream. at least, some kind of weird 1984 dream, as far as he can tell. sex included. he's pretty sure jung and freud would have a lot to say about his current situation and he really doesn't want to think about that right now.

because shit has hit the fan for him, even before he got here. his girlfriend's dad turned out to be a serial killer, his best friend is in jail for a murder he didn't commit, his gang got defeated by their rivals, and to top it all off, he's still recovering from the beating he'd gotten from the ghoulies. suffice it to say, jughead is not pleased to be sucked into some weird world where he's labeled ( he hates labels ) and forced into a society that he kinda really loathes.

he's the bottom of the pile again, just like he'd been in riverdale. at least he's used to it.

still, right now, all he really wants is a cup of coffee and maybe just a plain notebook to write in ( since he seems to have lost his laptop ). which leads to him wandering around the down for a bit, feeling a bit clueless and even less pleased with the situation. eventually, he stops and reaches for the nearest person, hoping he doesn't set off the wrong vibe. ]

Hey, you know where to get a cup of coffee around here? And maybe a laptop?

𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 🠮

[ the room reminds him all too starkly of the lodges' apartment on the northside which sets off alarm bells for him. there's already so many issues with this place that he isn't really sure where to start. and to make matters worse, he's not alone. glancing at the other person in the room, he heaves a sigh and settles on the couch, tucking his hands behind his head as he frowns. ]

So there's some trick to getting out of here, right? Got any ideas?

𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙 🠮
[ want something else? hit me up via pm /o/ ]

[ Aspen admittedly can't be sure if he wants the mark himself or wants to scrape it off of everyone else who has it. It's a strange feeling - and he finally tears his eyes away from Judar altogether to sigh, eyes closed. ]

It's not as if a Submissive doesn't have their own power.

[The moment A2 finds out that 9S is classified as a submissive, she knows what she has to do. And that's... Buy him. It's weird, she doesn't like the notion of owning another android, but 2B's orders were very clear:

Take care of 9S.

So A2 plans on doing just that.

9S probably doesn't expect it, when A2 (naked) just haphazardly swings by and points at him.]

C'mere. I'm buying your sorry ass, we got paperwork to fill out. [Unfortunately, considering their last encounter, A2 doesn't expect 9S to go willingly. Or without a fight, for that matter, but she'll drag him back to the Up unconscious if she has to.]

( lies travel )
[ Rider (or Alexander, or Iskandar, or any of the other variations on his name) is no stranger to classes and caste divides - he's a king - but he'll be the first one to say that this place seems weird as fuck. Still, there are some things about this place that manage to be familiar. The Market, for example. He's pretty disappointed when the train simply whisks past it without stopping, so it's the very first stop he makes on the trip back.

There's a few things he's after and one of them (an entire case of wine) has already been acquired and is tucked under one arm. The other is... proving a little bit harder to find, but Rider knows how these things work. He gets the attention of the first person that seems to have any clue about what they're doing and asks them a very pressing question. ]

Do you know which stall sells video games?

[ He's beginning to suspect this is actually a food-only sort of market - and while that makes sense to him, it's not the sort of thing he expects from a city just advanced. Japan had all sorts of shopping areas that sold a little bit of everything. ]

( leeway )
[ Elevators aren't something Rider is terribly familiar with; for some reason Waver was never big on taking him out in public. So while he knows what they are he's never had a chance to interact with them before.

But now there's no one holding his (entirely metaphorical) leash, which means Rider is going to... ride... the elevator as much as he wants.

But of course, he doesn't even manage to make one complete trip before he ends up... somewhere else? He's pretty sure this isn't where he asked to stop, nor does it make any sense at all to be here, and the room itself... ]

This is a strange place.

[ Yeah. That about sums it up. ]

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( waist of leeways )

[ a room designed to trap one and invoke feelings of escape, he understands, is maybe not the point of this exercise. after all, being brought here in the midst of the war - here, where there is nothing to make his blood quicken, nothing that grasps his attentions as keenly as the prospect of a worthy battle with an opponent. there is nothing stopping him from forcibly removing himself of this trap he finds himself within, but for obligation, he stays.

whether they ended up with him from the start of the lift ride or joined him part way, the submissive will find him studiously examining trinkets in the room, his eyes keen and attentive in trying to find 'clues'.

He certainly looks outlandish enough, standing out starkly ghost-white in the foreground, especially in room a and c. Golden armour covers his body from neck to toe, and the exposed skin of his limbs and torso covered in black - but to anyone unfamiliar with him would find their attentions drawn to the gems on his chest, maybe - seemingly embedded into his chest.

Karna doesn't look up, but picks up a heavy ornate clock in his hand, weighing it before looking at the time. ]

Better to employ yourself in finding out how to leave this place.

[ he doesn't mean to sound as harsh as it sounds... ]

( key to hearts )

[ being a dominant comes with responsibilities in this city to protect and lead, he understands, and Karna will try his best to fit the role...

but the party isn't over, far from it.

some helpful person in the Up (maybe a fellow dominant, aghast at his appearance or choice of fashion) have helped him dress for the occasion, so at least he blends in a little better with the rest of the crowd. not that he's doing a lot of mingling, mind you.

standing against a side, on the balcony or half hidden by a draped curtain, Karna observes people walking past him carefully, staring with disconcertingly penetrating gaze at any one or the other, like he has xray vision or some such thing. tell him it's rude to stare - or you can stare back.
he is an unusual looking creature after all, stark white and stick thin. he needs to eat more. ]

( WILDCARD )

[ anything else? hit me up ]

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forsythe pendleton "jughead" jones iii - riverdale - submissive

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Rider (Iskandar) | Fate/Zero | Dominant

KARNA (lancer of red) | fate/apocrypha | DOMINANT