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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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[Octavia's just approaching. She thought she recognized Luna from a distance, but that was crazy. The radiation must have been more potent in the air than anyone had thought and now she was experiencing hallucinations from its lingering effects.

Because Luna was dead.

Supposed to be dead.

She'd killed her.

So Octavia's approach is slow, careful, calculated, and cautious.]

I don't think you have to go to it if you don't want to.

Edited 2018-10-16 15:08 (UTC)

There was never time for a relationship. Even if Nonon wanted to confess her feelings to Satsuki beneath a flowering sakura tree in spring like so many girls' dreams, they never had the chance. Fighting every day. Training. Studying. Working toward Satsuki's goal, their goal, that came first.

So Nonon pushed those feelings down, and focused her everything on supporting Satsuki in her ambitions. And then, before she could think about revisiting those feelings... she wound up here of all places.

The grip on her arm grounds Nonon in a way, as she might otherwise feel like floating away listening to Satsuki speak of her like that. Protective is definitely not the word she's thinking of at the moment though.

"You know that I already swore myself to you..." She replies weakly, barely able to look Satsuki in the eye now as her face turns red. Even though she wants to turn away and hide it, she knows better, and wants Satsuki to know she has no doubts in her. But still, she can't actually admit her true feelings.

Even though she says that she's always belonged to Satsuki, it still will be different here. Society expects different things. And in the short time here Nonon's begun to change, herself. And that too, she is afraid of showing to Satsuki.

"There's no one else I would be satisfied belonging to, than you, Satsuki-sama."

[It's not a costume, John, it's Atlantean scale mail. Ya rude.]

Careful what you ask for. I could drown you in a glass of water. [He banks on the fact that most people don't know his entire power set. Half the time, they assume he can do what Mera can do.]

Do you plan to stick around here for a while, then?

[ Drawing a shaky breath, Allen looks up then and — blinks for a moment for a moment at that. A little stunned, honestly, because even if Lavi's smiling.. on his face, that's..

...had he ever actually seen Lavi cry before?

"Aw, you're crying~"

"You cried too, Lavi."

He blinks rapidly for a moment, his own drying as his expression becomes lax. ]

Lavi..

Edited 2018-10-16 15:16 (UTC)

I dance. This whole thing is just stupid.

[It's said bluntly, maybe because she doesn't have a tattoo on her neck. And she doesn't mean the part about raising money for children. That's a good thing. But the money used for this event could have been used to help said children. Subs don't have money to donate. And the Dominants who are going to donate would have done so anyway if they'd simply been sent a notice about there being a fundraiser on the network.

So. Stupid.

It's just an another excuse to try to get people paired up like they're animals on Noah's Ark.]

Edited 2018-10-16 15:16 (UTC)

Rich people. Snobs. Y’know, the kinda people who think Frasier’s a good show.

[Harley neglects to mention that her ex once killed an entire bar for refusing to put on Frasier during game time. Nevertheless, she’s here, and as a sub, is determined to not be forced to go home with anyone. She’s attempting to make herself as unappealing as possible, and the first part of that is wearing a horrifying...whatever this thing is. She found it in a dumpster somewhere.]

Surprised you trust the drinks to begin with, dollface.

[The darkness did nothing to improve Toshinori's features but Iroha didn't care. He wasn't concerned by someone else's looks all that much, in a situation like this. The confinement made him uncomfortable. More than he was willing to convey to a stranger, except through the speed and efficiency with which he used to get on with their issue instead of enjoying a social chat.]

Not exactly luck, no.

[The writing had been oddly placed at eye-level if it were there accidentally. Anything out of place was worth investigating in a puzzle box. He had turned off the lights because of an assumption that if he couldn't read it in plain sight then something had to change to make the mystery more accessible. If that hadn't worked he would have tried something else to the colourless smudges until he had been able to understand their meaning. An hour was not much time, and Iroha assumed they were meant to succeed. And probably make out or something. It was just that type of place.]

You're a Submissive, yes?

[He already knows the answer thanks to the marking on Toshinori. It's just...he's solved the math problem now, one of those sort where you begin with numbers and end up with letters.]

Kind of. But I—

[ he yawns so wide that he swears he hears his jaw crack, and his eyes start watering. ]

—'m... mostly sleepy. Standing in a corner all night is hard work. [ being in fight-or-flight mode all night is exhausting, more like. and then, dipping briefly into his truly awful imitation of Ignis' accent: ] "It's important to eat, Noct," yeah, I know, I know. Can we do something quick and easy?

Sucks ya don’t have any of em on ya. We’d have been outta here like, five minutes ago.

[...]

Deadpool. Sheesh, why do all the edgy types gotta slap “Death” or “Dead” or “Dying” onto the front’a their hero names? It just ain’t original!

[ Eichi washes over him, a wave of heat and softness and affection so intense that Asra has to shift a foot behind to brace himself, rocking back as the other man slips his arms around his waist and grips him tight. He drinks in Eichi's breath as if it's the only thing that'll sustain him, and leans in to kiss him more hungrily. There's something about the tugging at the soft fabric of his shirt, the lovely clutch of Eichi's body that drives him wild, makes him feel totally lost to conscious thought.

He traps Eichi's face with both hands, gasping wetly, a shiver unwinding up his back from the epicenter of the other man's hands on him. Kisses him deep, and thoroughly, as if he's afraid the other man will dissolve into mist in his hands, be a dream, or some other phantom given fleeting life by all his heart's wanting.

Eventually, he leans back, hands sliding down to Eichi's shoulders, trembling, enforcing some small furrow of distance between them. ]

Eichi.. I...

[In Trig, but look, it's early, I haven't had coffee, and I haven't memorized the whole dictionary yet, so let's pretend]
You're alive. How did you survive the black rain? ~~And Luna drowning you -- I saw you die~~

I've seen Luna, no one else. No one from Skaikru. The radiation doesn't seem to have followed us here. Small miracles.

If our alliance is still intact I'd like to meet.

Edited 2018-10-16 21:18 (UTC)

[ hearing Prompto so close to tears has Noctis furiously blinking back his own. his heart aches like a real, physical bruise is spread across his chest and someone is pressing their entire hand down on it. he knows the scope of the shapeless feeling that must be cracking open Prompto's ribcage, can picture it because he knew it after Insomnia fell, and when Luna died, and when Bahamut was talking to him. he understands the size of it, but he doesn't know what the feeling is for Prompto, and he doesn't know how to help.

he slides to the floor on his knees with Prompto as soon as he pitches forwards, reaching out to hold him up on reflex even though it's not as if he can fall any further — maybe less to catch him, more to hold him together, because he looks like he's going to break like glass into a thousand tiny pieces. ]

Hey, hey, just breathe. [ the hand that was on Prompto's shoulder moves to his back, runs up and down his spine in what Noctis hopes are slow, soothing motions. ] Okay? Take it slow.

[ it's almost automatic to say it's okay, but it sticks in his throat because that's not... fair. knowing that Prompto was supposed to be an MT really doesn't mean anything to Noctis, but it means everything to Prompto, at least for right now. thinking about it, he must have gone through this alone, last time. wherever he was after he went off the train, however he found out about it then, this is exactly what he had to deal with on his own, probably thinking that Noctis hated him thanks to Ardyn's bullshit. it would have been awful, it would have been beyond awful.

well. this time Noctis is going to be here for the whole thing, and he'll sit for as long as Prompto needs. reassuring him can wait until he's breathing again. ]

[ legendary libido? hey, he isn't shallow! he doesn't love her for her looks. he loves her for her sweet and anguished personality. jeez.

Gilgamesh, for a change, considers what it would actually be prudent to tell this Saber. how much would she believe, and how much would she have to see for herself? before Tumenalia, his only interest in Duplicity had been, as it ever was, his own amusement, but after the world had decided to commit the one unforgivable sin of attempting to force him into a subservient position in spite of his Dominant status, he has been in the throes of wanting a serious and full-fledged rebellion. of course, for such a thing to exist, even he would require help to fight the powers that be. this of course is not something he is particularly desirous to admit, and something he is still having some difficulty acknowledging.

it is rather strange to think that this Saber is in many ways rather similar to him... "legendary libido" aside. well, maybe, as to that latter issue. he would have no way of knowing. but the icy demeanor, the inability to be wounded by the pain of others, the isolation, the depravity even in her description of her former self matching what he would do -- it is rather striking. of course similarity in such people only breeds its own forms of contempt, yet it is almost ... ironic to think she is now better poised to understand his mind, the tyrannical mind, than she is her beloved former companions, though she would never view it in such a light. ]

Ahahaha, you are correct. There is no Grail War here. This world, however, is rather like the Grail: it forces out the darkness in you. If you are thinking that should pose no difficulty for you, given the curses you have endured, or your Dominant class, you should also know that your status may be affected in other ways.

Hmph... during a recent festival of depravity, many were forced into mental subservience to the wishes of others.

[ including him -- well, he does not say; he avoided the worst of it by resisting with his notorious will power, but the mental strain was nearly enough to black out. ]

Even I, King of Knights, would cross blades with you another day. For now, my priority is to cut down those who seek to rule over me. I presume you were put through the orientation, and heard some of the "nonsense" you mentioned.

[ And Tony just. Stares. Because this other guy sounds kind of bemused instead of utterly fucking baffled, so that makes one of them. ]

How exactly is that supposed to work? Is this like a mirror universe thing? Are you the evil one? Is it the thing where you're not supposed to touch the other version of you because it'll set off a matter/antimatter explosion or something?

[ Yep, babbling again. But it gives his brain time to catch up with whatever the hell this is, so by the end of it, Tony's got one arm leaned on the bar behind him as he studies his doppelganger. ]

Edited 2018-10-16 15:29 (UTC)

Thank you! There's like nothing original about the guy! He's just Wolverine's healing factor with memes and guns!

[ And yet, she's somehow ended up his copycat. But that wasn't her fault. Ronnie just heard her full name and thought she'd said "Gwenpool" instead of "Gwen Poole." ]

Anyway, let's make with the clue-finding, shall we? Help me smash this mirror. [ Because there might be a door behind it? Maybe? ]

I suppose I can take mercy on you tonight and just let you sleep.

[If Noct is tired, food can wait. He's just glad to see Noct safe.]

[ Sinbad just. Reaches over and gently tweaks the very red tip of one of Kija's heated ears - something not at all hidden behind his hands as his cheeks are, not that that was doing him much good either. ]

And why should there be anything shameful in finding the beauty of such a moment between two people, hmm? They clearly have no shame in being observed. It was hardly an accusation - to make it such dishonors whatever moment it is the two of them are sharing. And considering how caught up they are in it - and one another - that seems to be the greater rudeness, does it not?

[ His lips are quirked in teasing the other young man, but that doesn't mean there's not a note of genuine sincerity in his tone, an utter belief in what he says. ]

( Unsurprisingly, Eggsy just about chokes on the vol-au-vent he'd stuffed into his mouth to recover from his social faux-pas. Swallowing it is a struggle, and he clears his throat by draining the last of his champagne, hazel eyes wide with incredulity as he looks Harry up and down. He looks good (he always looks good, the wanker), and relatively comfortable at the gala— but then Eggsy spots the dark line running down the front of his throat. )

... Fuckin' hell, Harry.

( He can't decide what's more shocking: the fact that Harry's here, or the fact that he's a Submissive, while Eggsy gets to run around with all the privileges of a Dominant. If Merlin were looking on he'd likely make some dry comment about the turning of tables, or something like it, but Eggsy is too ... happy? Confused? Shocked, to do anything other than gawp. Sorry Harry, but he can't be a gentleman all the time, and as such he's about to find himself wrapped up in a stubbornly tight hug. )

What the fuck're you doin' here? How— where're you stayin'?

( Releasing him from his grip, Eggsy takes a little step back and rakes his fingers through his hair. He can't freak out just because Harry's turned up. They have to figure out what they're going to do about that damning black line. )

I heard it's uh ... pretty shit, where the Subs live.

[ One of Tony's eyebrows shoots straight upwards as he glances over. He's certainly not going to question the need to get properly hosed in this weird-ass place, but that might be pushing it a bit for something that's ostensibly a fancy party. ]

I mean, or you could just hop over the bar and grab yourself something.

[ Encouraging bad behavior? Of course not, Tony is a superhero, don't be ridiculous. ]

I'm not sure anything outside would be any better.

Lucky me, somehow I ended up with one of the only decent human beings in this place.

[ How quickly had it taken to some others to either touch her, or expect her to touch them?? Or maybe Nonon is just projecting. Hard to say.

Five's probably already mad that Nonon's not coming home tonight!! ]

Great. Then that makes this easier. Let's go already, I'm freezing out here.

[ It startles a snort of a laugh out of Tony as his eyes slide over towards the guy talking. Well at least someone else here is as unimpressed as Tony feels. ]

I'm pretty sure I've seen that cartoon.

[ The internet is a weird, weird place and Tony gets bored easily. Sue him. ]

And it was not taken as such.

[ Sinbad's voice turns kind and friendly, rather than the dark flirtation of a moment before, letting the other man pull away in favor of eyeing him curiously. ]

No thanks necessary. I'm assuming it was partially my fault for startling you in the first place. [ The man had run after meeting his gaze, after all. ] But I assure you, I mean you no harm.

...like, the animal. Someone named themselves after - aw, forget it. I ain’t keepin’ track’a these guys anymore.

[Ronnie also didn’t make her pants - the lady wasn’t exactly the valid type.]

Whatcha thinkin we do that with? None’a this stuff is mine, so I don’t really care whose stuff we’re smashin’ to get outta here.

[A beat.]

I’m takin the sheets and the pillows, though. Lookin’ better than the stuff at my place.

They're probably sending you to your quarters in the Down, then. [ There's a slight frown on Sinbad's lips at that. ] It's where most of the Submissives in this place dwell until they find a Dominant to form a contract with. But that's a bit of a long trip when they will no doubt expect you back here promptly for orientation this afternoon...

[ Sinbad glances down the rainy street for a moment before turning to fix the Submissive with a friendly smile. ]

Would you permit me to assist in the meantime?

[ there's a quiet huff of laughter from Noctis. ] Who are you and what did you do with Iggy?

[ it's a relief, though, since he thinks he might have passed out at the table if Ignis had made him eat. he drags his feet away from the window and over to Ignis, and sort of headbutts him in the shoulder and just. stays there, leaning on him. so tired. ]

Alright, tactician. Point me towards a horizontal surface.

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