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TDM #2


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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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i'm cryin

[personal profile] excaliburnt 2018-10-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Not bad. He's learning.

But he couldn't have known the truth behind her slight figure, that being Saber is one heavy lady. Exceedingly heavy, in fact. There shouldn't be any reason for it, judging from her clothes and her physique, yet if he's going to lift her it'll take every muscle in his body to do so. And even then, a throw might prove difficult, as she continues to stand her ground.

Meanwhile, Saber watches him calmly through those eerie, lustrous eyes, as if it were all normal and all made total sense.]
powerthirsty: (pic#10345689)

[personal profile] powerthirsty 2018-10-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Didn't flinch. That's a tiny bit interesting. Red watches the examination with no apparent interest but when he's asked about the contents the reply is an unhurried, meticulous list. By sight and scent, even at this distance and though the once-lively flora is dead and dehydrated, they're identifiable.]

Calendula flowers, Frankincence tears, rosehips, cassia bark and juniper berries.

[Red's pose changes once he's finished, leaning his jaw against his fist. Head angled away from Aizawa, he's looking at one painting specifically but doesn't say anything about the artist depiction. It's nothing but another minor test of his company's disposition.]
stbattenberg: (interested)

[personal profile] stbattenberg 2018-10-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Yes it does." There's something distant in the man's voice, something that makes it clear he's speaking from personal experience. But just as it seems he might be distracted from Robin's stitches by his own melancholy thoughts, he turns to her again, staring at her quite rudely.

"Did it happen to you, too?"
finethanks: (☆ 123)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-17 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Whether or not you're comfortable with it, you can't change the reality of it, you know?

[Leading Leo towards the elevators, he slows his steps enough to make sure they're walking side by side, rather than one in front of the other.]

The truth of the matter is that we've been collected like animals, and with an amount of us branded and labeled as lesser, there's not much you can do at all to cross it. These "contracts" are meant as a way to keep you safe. They may sound optional at first, but I believe they must be quite mandatory.
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un: pithos

[personal profile] littlepandora 2018-10-17 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Is that were you were? Montana?

[personal profile] excaliburnt 2018-10-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't you lineface at her, young lady. She practically invented the lineface.]

One choice remains to us.

[Yes. That one.]
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[personal profile] hungerneverfed 2018-10-17 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The searching gaze is uncomfortable, but Jonathan bears it, only staring back with mild curiosity, doing his best to project polite deference. He can scent and sense a great many strange things from this man, but he doesn't have the experience to be able to place them outside the parasites. The parasites are concerning.]

I see. Then we are to be compatriots in this latest curiosity. I'm Dr. Jonathan Reid. Who might you be?

[He steps forward to offer his hand.]
Edited 2018-10-17 02:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] amant 2018-10-17 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The retort from France's companion earns him a considering glance that lasts a second or two longer than excusable and he sighs, agreeing under his breath.]

I would say that it is a pleasure to meet you, Arthur, but given the circumstances...

[He does sound faintly amused despite his words and he takes to poking around as well, but his eyes do drift from the lack of ink at Arthur's throat and the cage between the ornate high backed chairs. No, inviting wasn't particularly a word he'd describe the people that had locked them in the room.]

My name is France, though if it is easier you can call me Francis. [He rarely used the pseudonym these days, but there had been times when it was a simpler alternative to repetitive questions about how his parents must've been odd.

France was inspecting the cushions of the chaise lounge with mild trepidation, unsure of what may be hiding. Lord... Glancing over his shoulder, he chose to address the elephant in the room.]
I wonder what level of shame we shall have to endure before they are satisfied and let us out?
crownless_king: (Hardcore Charging)

Travis Touchdown | No More Heroes | Submissive

[personal profile] crownless_king 2018-10-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Lies Travel in Company

[Fingers scratched at the line down his neck once again, not the first time in even the last five minutes. He could see it sometimes, depending on how he looked out the window at the wet and stunning cityscape he had been whisked away to. The reflection still managing to catch his attention and dominate it.]

Tch. It's bullshit. Just cause I didn't read shit and went for the right door, cause it's the right door, I gotta get slandered and branded?! Talk about some serious fucking discrimination. Submissive...I'll fucking submit you. An asskicking. In the face!

[There it was. Arms crossed. Pouting. Looking less offended and more like a child who got denied ice cream. PROMISED ice cream, no less.]

Doors are a stupid system of government. Almost as dumb as swords in rocks.

[He sighs and leans back in his chair. Seeing, once more, himself in the window. And the poor soul who had been paired up with him and had to listen to this going on for, oh...

half an hour now?]


A Waist of Leeways (Room A)

Yeah, I dunno how else to put this. We fucked.

[Escape rooms. Not just an escape room, but a kinky as fuck looking one. Places to get chained up, caged up, all kinds of ups. If you were down to. The first clue had been kind easy to find, but unlocking it? Totally different ballgame. Why?

Clearly they needed to bring the cage to the right down. There was a fancy looking box with a big number one on it. But the way to bring the box down?

Pac-Man. With a high score of 6969.]


I mean, I can't beat that. Like on principle. That's the sex number.

[He shrugs before he turns to look at his partner.]

Guess we're just gonna have to talk about girls and the weather instead. You start.

The Key To Hearts

[Take a good long look at Travis Touchdown. He does not belong here. Yes, he wore a black tie, but he still has his same leather jacket, crass anime girl shirt, ripped knee jeans, dumb wild hair, and obnoxious shades on. He looks almost like he's mocking the entire affair, which he wasn't. Why?

Free. Fucking. Food.

And Travis is not wasting any time getting finger deep in every dish and treat they got. Some fancy, some way more casual, and some just weird. Didn't matter, he was all about that shit. Who cared if people were staring. Heck, he caught some staring right now. Wanna know how this shakes down?]


Yo! Try this. I'm pretty sure it's a bacon wrapped chicken nugget and I'm all the fuck about it.

[Yup. Just straight up thrusting the goods towards them. Talking with his mouth full like some kind of animal.

Travis Touchdown did not belong here.]
stbattenberg: (bruiser)

[personal profile] stbattenberg 2018-10-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's all right, Sebastian doesn't pay much attention to other people's expressions, he tends to just barrel forward regardless of any subtle social signals he might be receiving.

"Well, someone must! You can't have a city where no one knows where they are!" Sebastian insists, indignant. "Who's in charge here?"
finethanks: (☆ 72)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-17 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah... ah, he's ecstatic. This is just like a dream, but it's better than any dream. He's here, breathing shakily even if he feels quite healthy. He's here, and it doesn't hurt so much to breathe. His eyes are a little moist, even if he doesn't cry, and he pulls his hands back at the small amount of space just to wipe excess moisture away from the edges.]

I-is something the matter?

[He's so swept up in how this can't be happening that the pause makes him worry, makes him wonder— did he do something wrong? Is it so obvious that he's new to this that it's unpleasant? Maybe he overstepped a line in his eagerness. Maybe he's just not the sort of person who deserves this and can't have it anymore. His thoughts are spinning, but he's still smiling, wiping his fingertips at the edge of his eyes once more.]
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[personal profile] misleaded 2018-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ How can he waste it when Shuichi's forced to spend this time with him until the timer runs out!! In his mind, the only way he can waste it is if he doesn't take the opportunity he's clearly been given, here.

Or more like the opportunity he's falsified his way into, considering that he was definitely not supposed to end up in the same room as Shuichi. This program can fuck off, honestly -- he does what he wants.

Ouma grins at Shuichi's response nonetheless, acting way too comfortable with everything as he taps on the hanging cuffs himself. ]


You'd be totally at the mercy of an Evil Supreme Leader... so it's prooobably a good thing you didn't!

[ He jokes, but then he looks directly at Shuichi and offers in such an ambiguous way: ]

Wanna try it?

[personal profile] freezeframes 2018-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
That's fair.

[ Stefano offers a small nod. At the question, he lifts his chin to run his gloved finger down his throat to show off the tattoo of a "Submissive." ]

It's been what you've think it has been. [ He says in a cryptic kind of way. He ignores the murder the he participated in; the manic drive to tear into bodies for his art. Instead, he merely allows the man's imagination to take it wherever it must. ] I'm on the lowest rung of the hierarchy. I'm the inferior... so it went as well as you would expect for a month.

[ He decides to help paint the picture and uses soft, sad colors rather than the vibrant ones that he wishes. ]
finethanks: (☆ 161)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, a budget? Well, I suppose your worth is a single bottle and a single pack, but you can choose whatever type you'd like.

[Isn't he kind? He thinks this is normal, though.]
girlskickass: (gun show)

Max Guevara / Dark Angel / Dominant - will match format

[personal profile] girlskickass 2018-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
⇱ lies travel in company ⇶
This isn't the first abduction scenario she's had to deal with, and Manticore didn't waste their times with niceties like transport or orientation. You were there, and you followed direction, or you didn't last very long. This is no different, just another reason to steel herself act like she's in with the in crowd while paying attention to the happenings around her.

She's been on the bus longer than she's comfortable with, taking in important pieces of scenery that make a difference to her so far as an escape might be concerned. Escaping to where, she doesn't know, but every possibility exists and she won't leave any stone unturned.

The trip has been soothing only in the sense that the passing foliage and landmarks are like a viewfinder to her. Everything a picture, every picture worth something long term. It almost reminds her of Gilette, in some places, but all of this is so spread out and so foreign the comparison is lost. There was no time to reflect on what she did, and the chaos she left in her wake.

As new passenger's climb aboard, Max goes out of her way to seem unapproachable. Not everyone is capable of grasping that, though. Even fewer these days have social proclivity.

"This seat's taken." By no one. The seat has no home, but it's definitely not belonging to anyone she hasn't had the opportunity to observe. Trust is a length of rope. Not again.


▥ designation X5452
username: jampony

there's been some wires crossed - things lost in transmission
i guess
when are you from? where? because so far i've got a square peg and a round hole.


✄ wildcard
surpise me. mix it up. i'll reply in kind.
hikarichan: (Liminality)

[personal profile] hikarichan 2018-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
...

[A long silence passes between them.]

-- Which is?

[personal profile] mastermagician 2018-10-17 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ When they sook so utterly splendid all the time? Asra's ears reddened a little, and he laughed, the edges of his teeth glinting as he grinned. ] Lovely, a perfect solution! I'd hate for such fine things to be made and not thoroughly enjoyed. See, I should start taking you with me wherever I go; how many other problems could be so sensibly solved?

[ But his eyes lit up, avidly curious, at the suggestion that Haurchefant might know the herb, and he waited almost with baited breath. His eyes followed the crease of the other man's face, as if he got just as much pleasure from watching someone else enjoy what he liked as to eat the fine things himself. And he laughed, a quiet, warm purr of sound at his companion's assessment, lightly swatting the taller man's forearm with his slender hand in a teasing rebuke. ]

Oh, don't tell me that! Tell me a sweet lie, 'oh, absolutely, you probably even burn calories eating something like this!', how can I ever continue with this burden on my heart?

[ He beamed, leaning in a little. ] Basil. What a pretty word! How did you come to learn of it? And--

[ His lashes lowered a little, his smile tempering with it, shyly but pleased. 'Youthful splendor'? He could feel his heart beating overfast in his throat. ]

I retract my earlier statement-- I don't think I needed to teach you sweet flatteries at all. Please, sir, be careful with such skill. I've only got one heart, and I can't lose it lightly.

[ But there was something flashing in his pale eyes, as he looked up at Haurchefant through the veil of his lashes, leaning forward to take the proffered bite. Something that gave lie to his words of caution, and loved the gentle compliments, and wanted to lean in closer. The edges of his white teeth glinted, and he closed them on the bamboo skewerr close to Haurchefant's fingertips. Firmly, like a tease or a threat, before letting them glide lightly down, drawing the bite to his mouth.

He couldn't keep watching the other man's expression after that, and closed his eyes, touching the back of his hand to his mouth, brows drawn together, just savoring it a moment before chewing swiftly and swallowing. He didn't open his eyes. ]


Basil. How perfect. All of this, it's so beautiful...
finethanks: (☆ 4)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-17 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, it's called the Up, and it's much more tolerable than this place. The space I've obtained is large enough, and you can rest in peace. ♪

[He can help just like this! Smiling, he turns and gestures for Rebecca to follow, leading her out of this place and towards the elevator.]
hungerneverfed: (sad | bloody)

[personal profile] hungerneverfed 2018-10-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Jonathan bows his head politely. Mary's loss, twice over, still pains him sorely, but he won't bring down the more festive atmosphere with it now that the man is no longer questioning his drink preferences.]

Thank you, Mr. Gray. I think, perhaps, the only thing I am need of for the moment is fine company and an explanation for the demand of my name earlier this evening. Were you asked for yours, by chance?
finethanks: (☆ 16)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, is that your special talent?

[Eichi isn't quite sure what the context for bringing that up is, but he goes along with it easily enough, lifting a finger as he states his own fact.]

My specialty is ballroom dancing. ♪
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[personal profile] stbattenberg 2018-10-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Brandy. Rather decent brandy, at that, though not the fanciest stuff around. And Sebastian would likely offer a cigarette if he had it, but he's a pipe smoking man by habit. The big man takes the flask back, and tucks it into his pocket.

"There isn't one ruddy person who knows where we actually are," he offers in gloomy explanation. "Not one! Though I've certainly heard my fair share of ridiculous theories."
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[personal profile] ailurophilian 2018-10-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Someone who's interested in getting the job done. Aizawa can appreciate that. While this man searches the curtains, Aizawa examines the paintings. He runs his fingers along and behind the frames, looking for a catch, though he's noting other details too--one's a portrait of a woman in a low-cut gown; the other, a still-life of ripe peaches. What could it mean?

He's not really finding anything, though--as though the room's keeping itself from him.]


Any luck?
hungerneverfed: (neutral | grave)

[personal profile] hungerneverfed 2018-10-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so very sorry, miss. I had a nephew who was taken by the Spanish Flu. I have not known children of my own.

[Will never know them now, thanks to his maker.]

But I can understand your concern for her. I pray our return home is swift. Does she have someone to look after her in the meanwhile?
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[personal profile] terraria 2018-10-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, finding himself a little less worried for this stranger. ]

I'm Aspen of Petir. A pleasure to meet you, even if you were about to bowl me over. [ There's a slight tease to his words, but also an interest. ]
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[personal profile] dragonfall 2018-10-17 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a second, nothing changes.

Then with a soft click, the restraints lock and the key shimmers, then disappears in a cascade of silver motes. Estinien...is stuck. After a breath, he gives a tug of his wrists and finds that he is...still stuck. He curls his hands into fists and tugs again, harder, enough to make wood creak, but he is...still stuck.

His expression hasn't change.

But there is a stormy anger growing in his eyes. Not at Aerith, not truly, but at the situation. ]


...

I assume this was their intent all along.

[ Ice cracks in his voice. ]