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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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No.

[Is he not making himself clear? Adam launches to his feet and throws himself as far from the bed as he can get in this much-too-small room. How's that for an absence of consent?]

What do you think's gonna traumatize me more, Gansey? I can take it. I can take anything this goddamn place throws at me. But I'm not gonna do it. I'm not gonna do it to you. Spend the rest of our lives with you looking at me like - like I'm...

[He can't even say it.]

[Robin used Nanpa! It's not very effective...]

[She nods, her expression darkening.] Indeed. At first I thought that it was strange that no one rebelled, that they were driven by desire...but the longer I stayed here, I found that it may not be so. At least by those among us. I cannot speak for the citizens here.

[She figures that he's the type who would instigate a revolution. She's met so many so far, likeminded people. Some she doesn't quite know of their intentions yet, but has a feeling, like Percival. Some have outright stated it in public, like Asra and Diana. As for herself, even if Percival has deemed her associated to him, she also keeps everything underwraps. So she wonders where this one stands.]

Extreme sadomasochism. Truly. One day, come with me. I will show you exactly what Down is like. [And on the other hand, if she can grow to trust him, she has some people he should meet.]

[ preen has always been adept at reading her, at adapting to a role. she hasn’t always known just how good, but recent times have given her a better idea. ]

For you? [ her smile is genuine. ] I’ll make space.

[Okay...but she has to ask something. SHE JUST GOTTA.]

...Will...everyone run away in time?

[HE'S HUGE.]

He linked her arm with his, remembering these sort of gestures from his childhood, even if he never personally extended them. It had been a long while since he had been with a woman who accepted and expected such manners. The others he had been around at the Wall, they lived simply and freely.

He didn't expect her to flaunt this disregard to the rules, but perhaps he should have? She didn't seem to have any fear and was the sort of woman that he could imagine getting her own way. Unlike her, he didn't meet the eyes of their hosts, looking between her and the doors, wondering if they would be stopped.

Once they were outside, he felt a bit more at ease. "Yours?" He smiled shyly. "You have lead all of this so far. You might as well have complete control."

Control? Charlotte's smile widened. She loved the idea of being in control. With Sir George, she had always been in control, really, but it was a tiresome inconvenience to have to pretend that he was the driving force behind their relationship.

"Are you not used to this?" she asked curiously. "It is not like a man to let a woman lead. Unless -" she shot him a look. "You ain't a Molly, are you? Because I don't think it'll work if you are."

[ That's not the response she expects from him. But, perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. Appearances determine a great deal in her world, practically everything on some levels. And he doesn't appear to be anything other than a lost young man, in the same boat as she is. But he asks perceptive questions. There's something to be said for that, she supposes. ]

What about you? You're going to allow yourself to progress unarmed?

[ She'll give it to him. After all, from all appearances -- and her world is one in which nearly all judgments come from appearances -- he's the smart one here. She's the brawn, intelligent though she is. ]

None of us did, but that's beside the point. You're in charge. Take charge.

[ It's the only way to get out, after all. Right? ]

[The last time someone's hands were at her throat-- no. She wasn't going to think about That Night and What Happened or even think about Bill. It was too awful to bear, certainly sober.

She shivers under his touch all the same, exhaling slowly.] Not long- few days.

"I don't want to know what a "molly" is." His first thought was that she was asking if he was craven, but that didn't fit the tone or implication of her words. All it once, it hit him. "No, no I...I only prefer women." He knew others were different, some men weren't the same and they seemed more open here than in Westeros.

He could at least be honest about this. "I don't want fainting maidens. I'm drawn to warrior princess and strong women full of fire. Better for you to be as you are."

Because you remind me of me, a little while back, when I was first snatched. The bar quickly became one of my favorite places.

[ Not the least of which because she, as a dominant, hasn’t had to worry about access to alcohol. If nothing else, she’s taken this gig to hook the occasional sub up with a good drink. Her designation’s perks don’t always have to apply to just her. ]

Don’t get me wrong; it’s a good coping mechanism. And one of the many ways to blow off steam around here. Most of which they encourage, since it leads to bangtown.

... Not everyone born with a silver spoon in their mouths are bad. It's what they do with what they're given that matters. Same on the other side; just because you're not born into success and money and opportunity doesn't mean you're worth nothing.

[ Like Flynn, climbing from the gutter into the ranks of the Elite to bring about change from the inside. Playing the long game in a way that Yuri didn't have the patience, or drive to do - even if it would be better and more stable in the long run, he couldn't dismiss suffering happening right there and then to pin hopes on a distant, future "maybe".

Or like Estelle, who knew nothing of the world outside of the castle in Zaphias but had just wanted to help people. Too many people, at a detriment to them and herself, but her heart was always in the right place. ]

Not that it excuses the ones who do terrible things, or their attitudes in general.

[ And then he laughs, amused. ]

I can take a guess. Where I'm from is literally called "The Lower Quarter" [ SAME HAT. ] But yeah. I'm not gonna be avoiding going down there, if that's what you're implying.

Continued here

[ Continued here because capcha. ]

That's what's most concerning to you at this point?

[That Adam thinks Gansey would rather Adam have to do something like that with someone else to ensure his release is unfathomable.]

That I would look at you differently when the circumstances are clearly extenuating?

[Good god, it's his best friend--Gansey would die for Adam, has died for Adam. This was almost nothing in comparison.]

( she's settling. that's a lot better than laurel had expected coming into this place, wet and mostly-naked and miserable, the thin line running down her throat feeling like a death sentence. but it's been nearly a month, things between she and her roommate have grown less tumultuous, and she's made some connections to make her life in duplicity a little less hellish.

she'd spent the night at rosalind's suite, a brief respite from the doom and gloom of the down, a chance to get a little bit of sleep without garou's snoring or the sound of their neighbors loudly fucking through paper-thin walls waking her up. lingering's not really her style, though, too used to years of skipping out as early as humanly possible, too afraid of potential attachments. she's in jeans and a plain black t-shirt, hair still damp from a sneaky shower as it hangs over her shoulder, face free of her usual dramatic makeup, ready to leave the lavish dominants-only apartment building behind.

— and then the elevator doors slide open with a pleasant ding, and laurel's eyes go wide when she sees the man standing before her, very much the embodiment of a deer in headlights suddenly pushed down an empty elevator shaft instead of boarding its car without even realizing it. the doors slide shut, the elevator goes decidedly up instead of down to the lobby like she was expecting, and laurel is left standing in an elevator with oliver jonas queen.

he's nearly naked, dressed in only one of those typical paper gowns that hardly looks equipped to handle of a man of his size and stature, he's definitely just been shoved into this city, likely put up a hell of a fight in the process, and — god, she can't even do anything but stare at him blankly, the knitting together of her eyebrows betraying her as she expects some sort of visceral, heated reaction from him. resentment, vitriol, perfectly aimed like one of his arrows to strike her, a target trapped, a perfect victim.

maybe she could just jump the gun, lash out at him before he can even think to — maybe she could even scream, leave him incapacitated until she can make a getaway on a different floor. she doesn't, though; she just watches him, waits. )

[ The strange stench of something burning catches her attention. Distracts her from the dark cloud in the wake of Tumenalia's conclusion. For the best, perhaps, seeing as she'd traveled to the Down to escape the reminders of what just recently occurred... as well as the terribleness of what she'd done.

Wearing a dress she's made, the collar reminiscent of a slave collar, she follows the strange burning smell. Not like wood, or dragonfire... Silver hair is twisted and partly pulled back; the rest of it are natural curls down her back.

Finally, with the small strong enough, she stops in front of a man with a strange little stick in his mouth. There's smoke lazily twisting away from the end of that stick, opposite his mouth. She tilts her head, watching him and it with a curious little frown. That is, until he speaks to her. ]

The first gathering I've seen. [ Her gaze meets his. ] Why does the thing in your mouth smell so strange?

That's right. The number one singer in the galaxy. I don't suppose you've heard of Sheryl Nome?

[As fortune would have it, perhaps he's stumbling onto the correct answer?]

I think the code has to do with the animals in the tapestry, but I've done them in the only order that makes sense, and nothing!

[ Good music, lots of wine. There's enough of a distraction in the Down to pull her thoughts away from darker things. Things emanating from the now passed Tumenalia. Whilst she doesn't laugh and dance as the others do here, she does remain near the bar, seeking refills of her wine whenever needed. Apparently, with Tyrion not by her side, she's stepped up to the task of trying to empty the wine caskets, tonight.

Donning a dress with a collar reminiscent of the slave collars she'd broken, she's twisted part of her hair back tonight; the rest tumbles down her back, her natural curls loose. There is no Submissive mark on her, for she would never be one. Nor would she ever--

--Someone's voice interrupts her thoughts. A hand appears in her periphery, and she looks up to meet the owner's eyes. A vibrant blue-green color. A smile which reminds her somewhat of Daario's if only for its mischievousness. ]

That depends entirely on whether you'll step on my feet or not.

[Choking??? Holy shit of all things he'd never have imagined Jyushimatsu's first time to be so kinky. ...or, maybe he shouldn't actually be all that surprised, considering...

His grip tightens just a little on Jyushimatsu's shoulders, his jaw working soundlessly for a moment as he tries to find his words.]

So you...you're no longer a virgin?

That I'll always be the person who forced you to debase yourself.

[Because that would be precisely the truth of the matter.]

I've already taken your life. I won't take any more from you. I'm not a monster.

[I'm not the kind of monster you seem to think I am.]

Yep, that's the gist of it! I beat you guys out, haha!

[ Proud puffing of his chest! What a cocky little shit. ]

[ likewise the gears in his mind shift from i have to get out of here to laurel laurel laurel. the same tune that’s lulled oliver in one direction over the other before. he’s at a standstill, holding his breath, unable to process that she’s actually here. but she is. laurel is here and that changes everything. he’s gotten pretty decent at working things through in his head quickly and efficiently and it’s what he does now, putting one foot forward and then the other.

frankly, he doesn’t give a damn about the slip he’s wearing. it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before and it isn’t as if he plans to wear it for much longer. if anything's to be believed, his clothes are in his apartment. ]

Laurel? [ there’s no hollowed out edge to his voice where the sight of her carves him open. he’s confused, trying to work through it, but he’s not grieving. her outfit doesn’t escape him; she’s not in the bare basics that he is, yet he can’t curb the need to evaluate her well-being. it happens with oliver’s left hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. ] Are you okay? Did they—?

[ he breaks off. out of all the horrors he's seen, some at his own hand, you would think he could finish a sentence without hesitating. ]

Did they hurt you? [ it's the dark line that begins at her throat that has him tilting his head, examining it clinically. upon closer inspection, it dawns on him that the tattoo isn't fresh. this isn't something that's been inked into her skin a few hours ago, no, it's fully healed. he lowers his hand back to his side, shakes his head once, slowly, because he's a little bit in denial that someone he cares about could be out from under his protection. ] How long have you been here?

You've done nothing like that. I made every single choice myself.

[He watches his best friend carefully from across the room and keeping his distance for now.]

Jesus Adam. "Debase" myself?

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