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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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[ Well, now. At least the lady doesn't seem to want any part of this either. McCree folds his arms- one flesh and bone, one bolts and wires, and tries to size up the young woman before him. ]

Suppose there's no gettin' out of it. If you want, I can at least walk you home.

[ He has a slight drawl to his accent, and honestly, the badge on his breast and the boots are still giving him enough of a cowboy vibe that she could probably guess whereabouts he's from. You know. If they're from similar enough universes. ]

Name's McCree.

[ He holds his hand out, an offer. ]

( Ja'far bristles slightly. Why does this brat always have to get under his skin so much? Even when he was just a little kid, he couldn't stand him. ) Most of it is mine, actually.

( At the laugh and comment, Ja'far raises an eyebrow, completely unamused. )

I think would know if I'm 30. I turned 27 recently.

"...Elephant tranquilizer," Klaus murmured. "Or something similar."

It was about the only thing that would actually keep him down for any length of time. His unique constitution made it difficult for drugs to have much in ways of lasting effects - a bit of a double edged sword when it came to him needing some kind of anesthetic.

"I'm alright, thank you," Klaus reassured, finally righting himself. He was careful not to put any of his weight on Leo lest he crush the man. He glanced back to the elevator but it seemed to have already gone.

"We could try climbing down the elevator shaft," he suggested. He could certainly manage to pry the doors open, even in this state.

"I'm guessing you're one of the people who came here before...." Leo sighed, laying himself across the bar. "I suppose I should be thankful this place is way safer than where I came from, but I could do without the whole unequal social stratification."

the key to hearts.

[ the first few days have been a whirlwind of activity. she has largely kept to herself through the process, observing in silence lest her fury spike. there is nothing to be gained from violence. she is a King and she would do well to act like one. this is a world, a time, and a city far beyond her own comprehension. she needs to adapt...and quickly, no matter how terrible the circumstances are.

Saber finds her own suit to wear, in unconscious homage to a war she once attended to. and she mingles about here and there, polite, a faint smile on her lips that is a careful mask of neutrality while she listens to everything.

her eyes watch the way names are taken down. Saber does not drink. ]

( option a. )
[ she does, however, find time to eat. and eat. and eat. waiters are wandering by with plates of food and she...tries so hard to be discreet about how much she's sneaking off of those plates.

as you reach for the last of the dumplings on a tray, so is she. and your eyes meet. it's almost like the beginning of a beautiful romcom.

...except there's a flicker of a scowl, like she's going to be cheated out of some prize. ]

Ah-- I apologize. You go ahead.

[ do you dare?? ]

( option b. nsfw??? )
[ eventually, names are called. Saber goes a little red in the neck when she realizes what's happened now - Submissives have lost their right to go home, instead paired with random Dominants who will be escorting them out. she briefly makes a face, hiding it well beneath her bangs.

as someone steps towards her, Saber holds out a dark gloved hand. ]

It would seem I've drawn your name. [ she tries to smile. it does not reach her eyes. ] I am Saber.

( option c. wildcard! )
[ HIT ME ]

New York has been long gone in my time. Cities that size were not sustainable, although there is still a human population in what was known as the suburbs.

[ humans who've chosen to live outside non-human jurisdiction, or as outside of it as non-humans are willing to allow.

he follows stephen to the sideroom. ]

How many clues do these games typically involve?

[Likewise, Jonathan is polite enough not to ask what the other man is. He's not another vampire. The doctor can tell that much.]

Such things are arbitrary to an extent, no doubt, but in my time, we do not relegate the poor to kneeling before a master, unable to purchase any goods or services for themselves. That is beyond the pale, sir. I am a doctor, myself, yet, I have been told the services I might render are of no value simply because they have marked me with some line.

[He might be... indescribably sore about this point.]

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[ There's a small, barely perceivable cant of the head at the "surrounded by humans" part of that. She definitely smells strange, so that statement actually makes a lot of sense. He won't question or comment on it himself.

He will, however, nod in agreement with her as he looks back at the window. ]

It's very weird.

[ He leans back in his seat now. ]

And also very annoying.

[ He doesn't like situations beyond his control, but if he's at least given proper choices it's a little easier to stomach than this. ]

[ the guy is clearly on something and nico pauses to look up at the buildings around them. ah- this is where the doms come out, he recognizes. and that means this guy was probably just turned loose. anger turns into annoyance with a bit of pity as he reaches out to steady the guy and then takes a moment to look him up and down.

dark hair, dark eyes. not unlike him. but the guy has a mean attitude and that might get him in trouble later. should he care? probably not, but sometimes a guy has to be kind to others. a hero ( his inner will solace is already berating him for being rude. he'd like to tell his inner will to shove off but the niggling still lingers ). ]

In your way of falling on your face. Hold on a second. You look like you got in a fight with a drakon.

Doesn't that kind of ruin the point of your weird mammal reproductive systems?

[Hey Gwen, look! It's an alien!

... Okay probably not the most amazing thing she's ever seen. But hey, grey alien girl with horns like cat ears talking to her, that's something, right?]

Oh, wait, is it to cull the population? Or to make sure the weaker ones can't breed? I guess you'd have to do that if nature's not taking care of the purrblem, huh?

out of clutter find simplicity

[ the last thing elektra remembers is pain.

it slices through her abdomen at two points, piercing instead of burning like the poison had been, in a spot close to where that blade had struck, through the scar it had left behind. that had roared through her blood, infecting it as it had coursed through her veins. now it was seeping out, quicker and quicker until she had faded away, in matthew's arms.

she awakes with a scream, hoarse and tearing through her throat, and the immediate knowledge that this shouldn't be happening. she shouldn't be waking. and she's still hurt.

breaths are dragged in in short, staggered beats as she pushes herself into a sitting position, one hand braced on the floor as the opposite presses to her abdomen. her fingers come away wet and tinged red as she struggles for purchase against the floor, trying to get to the wall so she can get to her feet. her vision clears enough to make out a pair of doors as she draws closer to it, and once she's close enough to use the wall she takes them both in with as discerning an eye as she's capable of.

neither indicate what's behind them, if she'd be better off bleeding out again on the floor of the barren room. and she realizes immediately after the thought enters her mind that that isn't what she wants, regardless of whether or not what's behind either or both of them is worse than another death. if this is a third chance at surviving, she's not about to let it go.

her hand slips on the knob as she chooses a door and wrenches it open. she's greeted with the sight of a blindingly bright lab and a group of scientists who look all too eager to see her, until they notice the severity of her wounds, which throb and flare in pain again now that her focus isn't on moving forward.

and once again, it's the last thing she remembers before everything goes black. ]

lies travel in company

[ some things are explained to her, once she wakes again. her wounds have been healed and she's been selected as pat of a test, to look for something called the 'deceit gene', and she's been selected as an 'up'. there are rules she knows she's meant to memorize and follow, but she's starting with observation of the public. in a way, it reminds her of her childhood.

watch these people. watch everything about 'em. how they walk, how they talk, how they eat. all of it.

she pushes the memory away as soon as it enters, mouth pressing into a line. but she takes heed of its instructions, arms crossing as she leans back, observing the train's occupants and the areas the train travels through. things appear peaceful, an accepted status quo that dominants and submissives alike appear content to uphold. but if there's one thing she's learned in her life, it's that that things are never what they appear to be. ]

let me take the reins tonight

[ OOC: wildcard option! if you'd prefer to make up your own scenario or to have me write up something more personal for your character, in the established tdm locations or somewhere else within the game, let me know here and i'll do it for you. ♥ ]

█　1. OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY » SUBS

[ it's raining and he's in a paper gown and he's trapped in some kind of dystopian nightmare city and he's supposed to die. that's the thought that wedges itself between his ribs like a knife, once he's stumbled through all the invasive poking and prodding of the examination — his royal duty is to die. it's a lot to think about, and he can feel himself recoiling every time he skirts the edges of it, touching a raw nerve, so for the moment, he... doesn't. he has to get home first, anyway. he'll think about what Bahamut said later. eventually.

Noctis warps through the rain to make his way to the bus and then to the motel with his gown mostly dry, clutching it around himself when he finally makes it there. if he's going to find his footing and escape, he'd rather do it with his clothes on, and apparently he doesn't get those back until tonight. until then, he'll wait here.

he's messing around with the network when the door opens, and he jolts upright — remembers, before he can freak out any worse than he already is, that it's two people per room. (the whole Submissive thing is another on the growing list of what he's not thinking about right now.) the paper gown has been swapped out for sheets pulled from his motel bed, which he's fashioned into a shitty toga like any respectable twenty year-old would. ]

Uh... Hi.

█　2. A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. » DOMS

Seriously?

[ his exasperation might be for the escape room itself, or it might be for the particular decor of Room A, which is reminding him of the elements of this city he's been doing his best to avoid. still, he's not a blushing maiden; he picks through the gear strewn about the room with a grimace of distaste, looking for anything suspicious that might single it out as a clue to be interacted with. he's never done an escape room before, but he's done puzzle rooms in video games. same thing, right?

he's not surprised to hear someone else enter the room, since it seems like pairing them up is this place's favourite M.O., but he only spares them a glance. after a few seconds of awkward silence, Noctis decides he probably can't just ignore them forever, and speaks up: ]

Puzzles aren't exactly my forte. [ he seems frustrated. shoves his hand through his hair and sighs. ] Tell me you're some kind of genius puzzlemaster.

█　3. THE KEY TO HEARTS » ANY

[ he doesn't know what he's doing here. gathering information, maybe? trying not to feel completely trapped and useless, sitting around in a motel room with no plan and no idea how to even start? maybe Ardyn was right about him being helpless without his friends. he keeps thinking about how much easier this would be if Ignis was here; even Prompto or Gladio, they might not be tacticians but at least they'd be able to work something out together.

Noctis is hard to strike up a conversation with, sticking to the walls like a climbing vine and avoiding eye contact with anyone who looks like they might approach him. even if someone persists, he's awkward at best and recalcitrant at worst, giving monosyllabic responses and long silences in response to their efforts. but you're welcome to try and engage him. he does seem small and miserable, tucked away in the corners of the room.

and then, of course, there's the drawing of names. as a lone Submissive, his name comes up eventually, and he does his best to hide from it. if his assigned Dominant tracks him down, his answer is upfront and plain: ]

No way.

█　4. NETWORK » ANY

( USER ID: noctis )
so this sucks.

what do you do to kill time around here?
bcuz i know this isn't a vacation resort but i'm getting pretty sick of sitting around in a motel room

█　5. WILDCARD » ANY

[ something else in mind? hit me! if you want to hash it out first, either pm me or send a plurk my way at dragonstrike ]

[ He opens his mouth but thinks better of it, shaking his head idly.

Aspen would, at first appearances, take him for a courtesan like him - he's pretty sure Lysander has worn something similar to what Judar wears - but the attitude is all wrong. ]

I'm interested in which elites are looking at the new Submissives. ... and charity. I assume you're here for something different, yourself.

[ Takes a long pull from the beer. ]

Probably those. [ Points to something that looks like dumplings. ] Could fit some in your mouth and pockets.

You a big eater back home, too? Or is that just the current situation?

Fufu.

[Of course, Eichi allows him to slip away. After all, his hooks are set in in an entirely different way. It's not any sort of clingy nature or physical grabbing that will allow them to be drawn together— Leo would come back, wouldn't he? When it's likely just the two of them here, out of everyone. Where else would he go?

What was it that he had said that long time before... Throw him stark-naked into the cold and then be there to greet him with a warm cloak? It's not so different now.]

Can anything here truly be called a "home?" Especially for someone in a position such as yourself, Tsukinaga-kun. It would be cruel of me to let you leave as you are. Shouldn't we take the time to catch up, as old friends?

[ Frown.

Frown.

Frown.

Frown -

Like most Elezen, when he flushes, if he flushes at all, he does so in the region of his ears. And there it be, a faint red dusting, one that he dismisses with a wave of his hand. ]

We can discuss such things once we have an avenue of escape.

[ He is no fool, he knows what this room is for -

It just took him until the second hour to realize. It had added to his rage. ]

What I've found is that the clues change with every participant, but that they follow certain patterns. The first will be a key built into the room.

[ Ugh, what was it with this place and rain. Videl was pretty sure she hadn't seen so much consistent rain before in her life, and they had just gotten done with the flooding and the aftermath of that insanity.

Not that her thoughts on that matter all too much as she's walking around, because something interesting catches her eye. Namely the guy who's controlling the water around him that was right in front of her. ]

Yeah. They aren't too worried about suddenly having a bunch of super-powered people here. Probably because they already have plans to deal with people trying to use their powers to fight against this... this.

If anyone deserves a scolding, it's you.

[And they both might agree on that one.]

Have you been enjoying yourself, Archer? The role of Submissive must be positively liberating for a masochist of your caliber.

[ Out of all the possible responses he could have received, Okada hadn't expected that one. Grinning, his gaze lands on the woman’s sake cup. ]

Because this is a party, ya know. Simple as that.

Satsuki eyes Nepeta. She's not quite sure what to make of the girl, who seems to have gray skin. And horns. How strange. Wasting time wondering why she looks this way won't do either of them any good in getting out of this room, though, so she merely gives a sharp nod at Nepeta.

"Well. We'd better search then..." She looks around the room and starts examining the books on a shelf. Perhaps there's a clue in here that might provide some context. As she works, she glances back to Nepeta.

"I am Satsuki Kiryuin. Your name?"

[ The only good thing about their experiences together as kids is that Judar's probably the fastest at popping up a borg for protection now. He's had to be, because back then, the magi was sure he'd be maimed or dead otherwise.

Why is Ja'far so serious and sticking to that... The hell was going on? ]

Except I'm 23 now.

[ Do you see how things aren't lining up, freckles? ]

[ While Nonon might not technically be contracted with a Dominant partner yet, she has made her intention clear to be with one already. Which only makes her all the more annoyed at the end of the night to find herself paired up with someone and worse, expected to go home with them.

She should be happy the girl has a good sense of style (pink is always best) but Nonon's not feeling quite so elated by the expectation set on them with this stupid game. ]

Listen up, blondie.

[ Once outside, mostly away from the crowds of the party, Nonon finally opens up and speaks her mind. In some kind of teal blue party dress, with pink high heels to match her hair she's put up in a bun, she'd clearly gone all out for the party. But where she her appearance said one thing about the type of girl she is, her hoarse sort voice with that angry tone of hers paints another picture. ]

Just because they told us we had to go home together doesn't mean I'm we're going to sleep together, got it?!

[Corrin had nothing to wear sans his usual attire, so that's what he chose to wear to the party, even if it was certainly unsuitable for the occasion. He figured there wouldn't be much fuss, so there he was, drink in hand, barefoot as usual, scanning the surrounding area in the hopes of perhaps spotting someone he recognized. That was what he'd been doing for most of his time here so far, to no avail — but certainly, given the nature of his siblings, if they'd be anywhere, they'd be here.

However, it was surprising to see this particular face among the crowd, standing to the wall away from the bulk of the party as he seemed the type to do, and Corrin nearly drops his glass. Was he seeing ghosts...? It couldn't be. What reason would there be for Takumi's spirit to be in this place, when he'd help lay his soul to rest those months ago? Perhaps it was someone who looked uncannily like his lost brother...?

Well. There was one way to find out.

Carefully, Corrin pushes his way through the crowd towards Takumi, face scrunched in confusion and a tad bit of hesitance.]

Takumi...?

[Surely it couldn't be...]

[ the relief that shows in nico's face is broad and almost makes his eyes glitter. maybe will had been right about people not being bothered so much if he gave them a chance. he doesn't want to admit his boyfriend was correct, but maybe opening up is not such a bad thing. he almost manages a smile at phillip before the other goes on. ]

Then... what are you?

[ his mind immediately goes to monster, but he dismisses it because even the mist couldn't cover this guy's aura and he'd be able to tell if phillip was something along those lines. and even still, not all "monsters" were evil. ]

[he's not the only one that would be Tired.

but Robin is always Tired. he imagines Hakuno is pretty tired herself.]

Peaceful, huh? That's good, then. Good job.

[Dan would be happy too, he bets.

he doesn't need to say he's fond of the color too, right?]

Ah, here, it's not poisoned. [the champagne, he means. he begins to offer her a glass but draws it away before her fingers can touch it.] But are you old enough to even drink?

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