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TDM #2


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »




« « « 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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disinfection: (Ah...)

[personal profile] disinfection 2018-10-17 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She opens her mouth and then closes it. He's right. She knows he's right. Regardless of how wrong it feels. ...Though, what sort of life would those kids have?

Her free hand goes to her head, clutching it. It hurt to even think about.]


You... the people I've seen haven't been in ill health, either. [The medical care was good. Still.] I don't understand how you aren't doing anything. I realize you probably won't listen to me--[Since, regardless of her efforts she was from wealthy stock through and through.]--but aren't you supposed to be a champion of the lower classes?
mostsplendid: (pic#12629247)

puts my hands all over your once empty inbox

[personal profile] mostsplendid 2018-10-17 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Mayhaps that is true... Though those that have stories written about them certainly deserve it. His thoughts go to the Warrior of Light though perhaps their Scion companions deserve tales of their own too. Young master Alphinaud and the ever sweet Tataru and those that were lost during the betrayal at Ul'dah as well...]

It's alright. I like Hyurs... but it is very strange to not see at least one other Elezen. [Considering how Ishgard operates it's actually quite strange.]

Ah? Yes... I've only just arrived. [And that itself is a bit strange considering his last memories of Eorzea...] I hope this is not a rude question but I was curious what your kind is called. I have seen Miqo'tes which have feline features. And Au Ras which have ah... I hesitate to say dragon like qualities but that is very much what it is. But never once have I been fortunate enough to meet someone with feathered features. I am uncertain if such beautiful beings exist in Eorzea.
offshoots: (Default)

trying to keep him from being thirsty????? impossible 1/2

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-17 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[that's it.]

You've basically already killed half of me with that stunt you pulled!?
offshoots: (Default)

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-17 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
[he's ready to kill him and Robin wasn't even the one to grab his balls. maybe he's just done it metaphorically.

Robin is still very obviously agitated (read: pissed off) about a lot of things. that his name is known while Robin has no clue who this is. he knows nothing besides him being a Servant in Chaldea. not his class, not a name. amongst all the colorful personalities of Heroic Servants, this one would still stand out.

he sure as shit would now. The Ball Seeker.]


You're dead wrong. Find your fight somewhere else. Sorry, I'm from Chaldea, too.

[he's not sorry.]
spectacularluck: (pic#12627426)

[personal profile] spectacularluck 2018-10-17 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He is most definitely also using the same plate for all the food he's taken so far, so honestly, he's not being exactly the king of manners. But he still isn't going to be that shameless, so he just nods at her question and gives her a easy smile ]

Absolutely. Seriously, don't mind it, I shouldn't have asked in the first place. Here's to hoping for more open events with buffets, though. Could definitely use a couple more of these.
aseity: (withdrawn ❧)

a key to hearts

[personal profile] aseity 2018-10-17 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Adam had not realized, when he'd taken up the invitation to attend, that the gala would involve a game. When he drew Victor's name and it was revealed to him that this person would be essentially gifted to him for the night, Adam's blood ran cold. And for all his protests, it seemed Victor would be in his care whether Adam liked it or not.

Now, with a grimace on his face, Adam approaches Victor. A boy of nineteen in a perfectly bland tuxedo, he doesn't carry himself at all like someone who's grown up attending these functions. And he can tell with a single glance that in any other place, he would be the servant and Victor the master.

"I'm sorry," Adam begins, apprehension bringing out his unfortunately low-class Appalachian accent. "They told me we have to spend the night together."
rewritelife: (15)

[personal profile] rewritelife 2018-10-17 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
I wonder.

[ Being a Minister? Definitely not applicable. A doctor? She's...not sure, actually. God forbid they tell her she has to get her doctorate again for it to count here. Moira files away the thought for later. In the meantime, she continues to observe the crowd over her wine glass, expression unreadable. ]

A great deal of both our lives no longer apply, in this city. It's humbling.

[ She does not look humbled. Instead, she looks distantly amused, like it’s all great fun that is affecting someone else. Finally, she shoots an appraising side glance to the older (but not by much, if she's being honest here) woman. Ana Amari. This city seemed determined to continue surprising her. ]

Still. You're looking remarkably well for someone several years dead.
offshoots: (Default)

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-17 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[that's a sight to behold. a speechless Nightingale. inwardly, he sighs in relief when she doesn't argue and just clutches her head.

there are very few people he does listen to. that's not just because she's from a well-off history. although that's not exactly giving her any benefit in regards to what she could possibly know about lower classes.]


A champion? What kind of crazy idea is that? [crazier than usual, even. the look on his face is perturbed.] ... What am I supposed to do here? I don't have any leverage. I'm not about to look for Dominants to adopt those kids, either. I'm just a regular guy. How long do you think they've been living like that? One person isn't gonna fix that kinda problem on their own. You'd need to rally everyone in the damn city to change something like that.

You'd be better off asking a king or someone with more charisma in their blood.
rewritelife: (Default)

leeways

[personal profile] rewritelife 2018-10-17 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it really that surprising?"

Moira steps further into the room, the door closing behind her in a decidedly foreboding manner. That's it, then. She's well and truly stuck in here. There's a look of disdain on her face as she inspects the bedroom, clearly as unimpressed as Duo—though perhaps for different reasons.

Still, she takes a moment to obligingly study the bed.

"I suppose you would prefer silk?"

At least she matches the walls.
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Very pleased!)

Lies Travel in Company

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2018-10-17 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash has been so enamored by the view out the window that he nearly misses that beautiful smell or the kind voice that goes along with it. He turns with a bright smile as he waves his hand over the seat.] It is taken! By you! Please sit down! [Vash's red jacket and black gloves cover nearly every itch of him, but even with the high collar on his jacket it should still be easy to spot the submissive mark that he has.

His eyes light up with excitement once he spots what she's holding.]
Are those real flowers!? Did you get them here? [Maybe this place won't be so bad!]
mostsplendid: (pic#12629261)

[personal profile] mostsplendid 2018-10-17 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Follow he does, never minding the curious gazes and whispers. And oh... this carriage is very nice. He'd heard that the Dominants live a much better life style and that seems clear enough from dress alone but this is really does put it into perspective. Not that he minds any. He's had enough of high society to last lifetime to be perfectly honest.]

Hmm... [Where to start indeed. It's a bit of a delicate situation is it not? How mirrored are the events between the Warrior of Light that he knew and this one? Clearly it starts and ends the same but that's not enough. How many cups of cocoa were shared? How many half written and unsent letters are there with every thought and feeling written out in dark ink? Were there dances in the gazebo of the manor? Were any nights spent gazing up at stars as that mesmerizing little healing globe spun wildly, fresh and new with so much potential? Did they sit in the stables and figure out a diet to make chocobos any color but black and yellow. And should any of that be asked or spoken of?

It's difficult to say... What should be said? Perhaps things that never had a chance to be said. For if he knows himself as well as he does the Warrior of Light regardless of size and form and race would have captured his heart regardless. It was their deeds, their kindness, their radiance and light that ensnared him like a moth to a flame. And so... he feels confident in uttering words that he had meant for his for surely in the mirroring world they'd have been for Cehd'ra as well.]


I wrote a letter once... though I did not think to send it, no... I had decided that I would say it in person when opportunity arose. With Nidhogg dead and the war over... Once Aymeric was rescued. Once all was right in Ishgard then. Then I would say all that I had meant to since before the Warrior of Light was even a Warrior of Light... [Haurchefant laces his fingers together and offers a smile and a small shrug.] Then never came... Sometimes it does not. But... allow me to speak them plainly to you.

My dearest friend, in whom I trust without hesitation, without doubt─ Come what may, I know you will strive on.

You will strive, and in the end you will triumph, on this journey and the next, and the next, and the next.

And when you have fought the good fight, only to find, yet again, that it is not enough─

I will be there.

This I promise. This I swear.

Beyond darkest night waits a new dawn. I pray you greet her with a smile.

[Your friend. Haurchefant Greystone... The only part of the letter he hesitated in. And in the end he hesitated so much he never sent it. Never even said it. Perhaps for the best for some of those words feel a bit like lies. And he would not want to leave something like that for the Warrior of Light to lament on.]

And so I am here... For one who helped my house and home. Who ended the war and rescued our mutual friends time and time again. I remember you differently but that does not make you any less dear, my friend. The light is the same... an echo of something I know so well. Selfless and kind through and through. And a hero without a shadow of a doubt.

[personal profile] domesticate 2018-10-17 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ exactly like cher. have you seen his hair?

he keeps himself to a half-step behind her at her elbow, hands hanging easy at his side. there's still so much to see, to understand, but he won't fling his head about to look at everything; gape like a tourist or a backwater idiot.

when she stops, he does too. ]


Your people have not yet achieved spaceflight? [ none of the human-arrivals seem to know one another, and he hasn't had anyone flinch at the sight of him. his world (this world) suddenly seems suffocatingly small. ]
haihefa: (pic#10057343)

[personal profile] haihefa 2018-10-17 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is from earth, and he's from the maryland area, actually. it's just that the maryland area was nuked to smithereens about a century back, so now the extra radiation tolerant descendants of survivors are tribal people, and he's their king. so, moral of the story: nukes are bad, mkay? ]

This looks like a game to you? [ a vague gesture towards the seriously torturey looking bullshit hanging out here, especially the big wooden X with restraints hanging from it.

nonetheless, searching around is more productive than sitting on his ass, and let it not be said roan kom azgeda is a lazy shit. after everything he went through to get back home, he ought to be grounder busy body of the year. so, whatever, here we go, solving the torture room puzzle.

pushing up from the torture chair, roan's sword slides back into the sheath at his hip, and he moves to stand next to billy, head tilted at the safe he's discovered. ]


So, we need a code. Which would be... [ grounder though he may be, Roan tends to pick up on tech pretty well. turning back, he skims the room. ] How many numbers does it take?
tartes: (i sit and listen dreamlessly)

loool

[personal profile] tartes 2018-10-17 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
Chilling is for ice cream. I don't really do ice cream, but I work adjacent to it sometimes. Sorry, this metaphor got away from me.

And sorry for the misunderstanding. And thanks for the sentiment too, but I'm pretty sure me and mine are fine, as far as I know. Well, mine are fine. Little iffy on where I stand, being. Here and all. Instead of where I'm supposed to be, like a kitchen or a car.

Being not where you live during the low times is probably rough. Can I swap your sorry with mine, and invest them in that instead?
collectsfeathers: (I Don't Know The Way)

She is his favorite Borgia

[personal profile] collectsfeathers 2018-10-17 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There is something incredibly familiar about her. Something which harkens back to recently made memories and makes the connection spark rather quickly.

But she doesn't greet him as if she knows who - or more importantly, perhaps, what - he is. It's strange, the disconnect that takes place within his mind at the realization of who she is, but that it's entirely possible that she was different and separate. It's as surprising as the mark she carries upon her neck - that anyone would think they could make a Borgia willingly submit is foolish.

Hearing her respond in kind to their native tongue warms him, reminds him of home and he welcomes it. There's a charming smile in answer to her own, and he offers his hand when he speaks. There may very be roles they are expected to play, but she is still a woman of nobility and he still recalls the customs. ]


You are full of surprises already, Bella.

[personal profile] domesticate 2018-10-17 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry.

[ it's a tricky thing, picking people out of the crowd who he'll assume usefulness of, knowing nothing about them (all of them human, this whole thing some manner of ironic joke) and without any of his usual resources.

not all of them will be hits. he merges neatly into the rest of the crowd arranging housing. ]

[personal profile] domesticate 2018-10-17 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ cue a teeny, tiny squint, seeking out any non-human features. he knows like, five of them, that's a big enough pool to draw characteristics from, right?

(maybe he's hiding vestigial limbs under the shirt? tiny little extra arms?)

very politely, because this is a polite question and not an abrupt one: ]
Then what are you?
collectsfeathers: (From The Dawn Of Time)

[personal profile] collectsfeathers 2018-10-17 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, surprisingly, the only thing truly currently hurt is his pride. Having fallen from higher places to land in harder surfaced had, at the very least, taught him how to properly take a fall.

Still, he's entirely hopeful that no one actually saw it - until he hears her speaks and glances up to find her standing there.

But she's gracious enough to offer her hand and so he takes it, although uses his still free arm to bear the brunt of his weight as he lifts himself upright.]


I would appreciate it if you didn't. [Ezio Auditore, Lengendary Assassin can't even climb a building. His friends would never allow him to life it down.] Thank you for the assistance, but I'm alright. I have suffered nastier falls.
mygame: (they don't really get caught up)

1 B - Welcome home, Dorian

[personal profile] mygame 2018-10-17 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You look... wet."

The person that Dorian finds in his assigned room might not be what he wanted. He looks to be in his late teens/early twenties with dark hair and too pale skin as if a corpse were walking or recovering from a long illness. Even the bruised looking hollows of its eyes lends to the idea of sickness. Only the creature's black eyes seem fully alive. It sits on one of the beds although both bear a few signs of being tested out for comfort. At least the room is room and Dorian's clothes hung on the raw bar set in what should be a closet.

The Nogitsune may look odd to a magic user. It's almost as if the body it inhabits were inert or without sign of itself. No spark to it. The things within? That was another matter. It dodged and moved, sparks of life and energy following it. A dark fox dodged and moved, living in a human skin as if it were a house. Of the original occupant there was no sign since the Nogitsune's body was nothing more than a magical construct in itself.

Those too old black eyes lifted to Dorian as he walked in. The creature's head lifted some, a drawing in through the nose and slow exhale through the mouth as if it were tasting Dorian on the air. Trying to decide what he was and if he were worth letting live. Dropping its gaze to the rumpled (and clearly formerly belonging to a Dominant) handkerchief on the bed, the Nogitsune waved to the closet. "Those clothes in there smell like you."

Compared to Dorian's wear, the Nogitsune had caught up to its current era even if the dark hoodie it wore seemed to swallow its thin frame in the folds of fabric. It picked a piece of tin set with a cheap shiny stone from the handkerchief and held it up to the light with all the joy of a raven finding a treasure. Carefully putting it back into the perfumed fabric, it picked out a bracelet worth more than probably the two of them together. A small frown of displeasure met the bracelet since it didn't sparkle and shine like the cheap paste stone in the tin.

"It is better than an alley or grave. I don't need a bed. Pick which you like."

All its attention was on the bracelet as it tried to coax a glitter out of it.
ludia: ode to the beauty of the world (1356110_original)

[personal profile] ludia 2018-10-17 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ she'll scream as though he just grabbed her ass.

it sounds something like: ]


OWEEEAH -

[ stupid for you.

because he's aligned himself perfectly for Nero to snap her knee right into his crotch. ]
shslavenger: (Fall into despair)

Edmond Dantes (Avenger) | Fate/Grand Order | Dominant

[personal profile] shslavenger 2018-10-17 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[He was paying no attention to it. Not to the tour, not to the city, not even to the rain. The count's figure was slouched into his seat, one leg crossed over the other, chin resting atop the back of one of his hands. His mind was deep in thought, and the neutral expression on his face belied nothing of his inner workings. It was difficult to perceive what this place was. Was it hell? A prison with wider and taller walls than the eye could see? A paradise to thrive under his whims and will? Was he a prisoner? A jailer? Or perhaps the spirit of madness that claimed those of weak or strong wills eventually. All of it was yet a mystery to him. After all, a servant without a master was often akin to a fish without water.

And yet his existence was secure, routed into the world. Less summoned and more taken. A long breath came over him, eyes closing as he tuned back in to the hustle and bustle of the many others aboard the train. Dominant, like him. Like a Master. And submissive, like what his existence was designed to be. Like servants. Each stood out, as did their reactions. The resentment especially, he could feel it humming against his presence. It was a delightful hell, one he could easily settle into.

His eyes shifted, and in the reflection on the window, he found his neighbor's eyes. Sitting beside him, sharing this little distraction.]


You. What do you see this place as?

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

[What a novel concept, inane and almost insulting in its purpose. A cage, gilded but a cage all the same, and a goal of escape. All of it a pleasure to some, perhaps even most. A concept that one would never truly be faced with, not for the majority of people now. With all that it represented, surely one could forgive a victim of the reality this trivialized from being untoward, even foul. And yet there was no such foulness to be found upon Dantes' face, nor bitterness or spite to be found in the laugh he unleashed upon the room and his companion.

Ah, hatred could be so utterly fantastic. He hated this room for existing, the people for making it, and the companion he had been presented for experiencing it. What a joy it was.]


So. It is to be a game. How wretched!

[He turned his head just enough, glancing over his shoulder at the submissive he had been paired up with. There were rules here. They had to work together, they had to solve the puzzles, neither one of them could do all the work. And if they failed, he had to remain. Try again with someone new. Such a game it was, from the very concept to the stakes. That was fine. He could play this a thousand times with a thousand idiots, and it would never muster to a single hour of the trials he had overcome. No if it was to be a game?

Then he would play with all of it.]


You, are you worth my time?

[With nothing else to add, he drops himself onto the couch. Sinking into the wonderfully comfortable seat and fixing a steady gaze upon his submissive partner.]

WILDCARD

[Feel free to hit me up with anything. If you'd like to discuss it first, please shoot me a PM :D]
Edited 2018-10-17 19:18 (UTC)
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (But Sanji; what do you mean I can't top?)

The Key to Hearts

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2018-10-17 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Eh? [Vash looks surprised when he's shown the paper with his name written on it. They had asked for his name earlier, but he didn't bother to find out why. He was also too busy trying to shove a little bit more of the food he was able to grab into his mouth before he was told to leave for the night.] Yeah, that's me. Uh, did I win a prize or something?

[Not any sort of surprise Vash would be expecting.]
offshoots: (Default)

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-17 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ow, his ears.

OW, HIS DICK.

now he's actually crying, hands slipping away and curling in on himself. his head falls on her lap but all he can think about is the pain. he would take a thousand heels into his toes than suffer this.]


Gh. Kh, I'm... dying...
milano: (E I G H T Y S E V E N)

[personal profile] milano 2018-10-17 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Girls aren't supposed to learn? [ somewhere, gamora was frowning and it wasn't even peter's fault. if she'd been standing here, she would have been glaring at peter just because peter was convenient. ]

What are girls supposed to do where you're from? Barefoot and pregnant and making sandwiches? [ wow, he'd thought every world had gotten past that. ]
ludia: ode to the beauty of the world (1350853_original)

[personal profile] ludia 2018-10-17 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ SERVES HIM RIGHT.

Nero's going to just cross her arms over her chest and stick her nose in the air. let him moan. let the whole train hear!

and stare.

and start to whisper.

she doesn't care!!! ]


Never lay your hands on me in such a way.

[ even though it was his foot that had pushed her over the line. ]