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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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[And as a Submissive, here she is, walking past, because Doji told me to do it.

I mean she's walking past.]

Oh? [She wanders over.] I mean, I'm not sure if I would be any good of a drinking partner.

[She says this, leaning forward to catch the cracker with her hands cupped so that she wouldn't break it.]

What a brave thing to say... just like the main character of a story.

[Eichi chuckles, and while his one hand is holding Asra's, his other moves to cling to his arm, too, briefly. He'll have to watch out for him in his own way, then. From the sides!]

I find myself admiring you.

I don't think I'm quite dashing enough to figure in a novel!

[ Asra said it with a smile, jesting at his own expense, and spared a glad look at Eichi. He curled a forefinger and lightly tapped one of the other man's knuckles as they walked, and drew up to the door Eichi had been leading them to. ]

You sweet flatterer! You're going to-- make me blush, and then I definitely won't be able to sing!

[Punching Assassin in the mouth is only the most appropriate course of action, but to be completely fair, Robin started it. Even after all the liquor spills every which way, his grip on Robin doesn't let up. Even among outlaws, some need need a little discipline. That'll show him.]

What's wrong, Robin? [His smile twists.] Can't talk without your merry little man?

[Now, he's not just breathing down Robin's neck to be a shit. There has to be a mark on him somewhere...]

[ of course it's the profanity he knows. welp, educating our youth is v important, so let him help out here. ]

Yu na chichplei skrish, nomajoka, mebi yu fig au nau sef sin raun kom yu mami tiya meika fap au.

[ said almost cheerfully. there's still a few more expletives he could fit in there but nah, this is more fun. ]

[He laughs.]

It's an honest comment, though? I won't allow you to say you're not dashing when you're dazzling in every way. I've only ever dreamed of being born with such natural beauty, inside and out.

[He means it! Even if he really does lay it on thick, too. It's how he speaks: princely, angelic, all fitting the image he tries to share. But now, his door is unlocked and he's able to tug him inside. A grand place, like any dominant is given.]

In any case, here we are. I can make some tea, if you'd like to relax first.

yep
they're traditional where i'm from but they're pretty common everywhere
guns are rly common in the empire (enemy of the kingdom i'm from)
i learned them from a friend but they're def not my strong suit

idk we can talk more abt weapons when i get there

[ it takes him maybe fifteen, twenty minutes to find his way, and when he shows up he's, most noticeably, awkward as hell. meeting up with strangers is... new. nearly everyone in his life has always been hand-picked for him and inserted into his routine without disruption, and he learned how to shake hands with diplomats, not make friends, so he is woefully unprepared for how this is supposed to go. he has his hands shoved into his pockets and that "uncomfortable teenager" slouch — but his expression, at least, is bright-eyed and looking ahead for his sparring partner.

he sees her and raises a hand to wave half-heartedly, and then he hesitates, because they didn't exchange names and he has no idea what to say. he should have rehearsed this or something. ]

Hi, uh. [ well, his network ID is his actual name, so maybe— ] I'm Noctis.

[ he is a touch at her elbow before the loom of him comes to stand next to her. her dress is opulent, and still he thinks it must be restrictive to be burdened with that much wealth on one's person, but it makes him easily anticipate the source of her resistance even before she opens her mouth, and says her name and that of her father like it will mean anything.

that his father's name will mean as little as hers does is a comfort. ]

There's no need to worry, [ he says, more even-toned than actually comforting. ] We're guests, after all.

[ everyone has their own armor, metaphorical or literal, and maybe her status was hers. he'd arrived here without his, without weapons, but he doesn't think these people are the sort for open combat. they seem the type to fight with words, secrets, and what a waste for this woman to spend all of hers so soon after her arrival. ]

[It's rare to see the Dragoon without his helmet on so truth be told he doesn't recognize him at once. What caught Haurchefant's attention first was those pointy ears. An Elezen! Or something akin to their kind. But that voice. He knows that voice. He'd know that voice anywhere.

The knight of Isghard lights up immediately and bounds over never minding the last time they saw one another he was... well. He'd been better at literally any other point in his life.]

Estinien!

[He knows better at this point than to touch or cling or do anything of sorts to the Dragoon. He may be able to still get away with such contact with Aymeric but Estinien... no. But that's fine. He's just happy to see a familiar face.]

Most glad I am to see you! Hale and whole... and here with me. It's splendid.

[Well. Splendid might, for once, be too strong a word to use. But the relief he feels at seeing someone he knows is beyond words. True the friend that connects the two of them is Aymeric but a familiar face is a familiar face. A friend is a friend. And so long as it's the two of them Estinien is about to become Lord Haurchefant's best friend.]

Sounds about right. [ seriously, fuck this place.

as for the swords though, hm, best way to explain... ]

Our enemies kept us under their foot with the guns they possessed that we didn't. They stole our people, tortured and corrupted and murdered them. At first, we were told not to touch them, or suffer consequences. [ no touching guns, no real means to revolt, but no missile obliterating a village either. ] Now that those enemies are dead, we uphold the practice for the honor of it, and the separation from those enemies.

Guns don't use skill. Most of my people won't consider someone a warrior if they can't use a real weapon. [ a melee weapon - sword, lance, bow, etc. ]

"make ppl chill with it" seems like they'd drug us or something?
which: ugh
pls don't give them ideas

no you should hold onto something
look i'm not a motivational speech guy but
imo it's gonna be way harder to get thru shit if you've got nothing ahead of you
even if you don't know how it's gonna turn out
it's still important right?
idk maybe it can be complicated and still matter

[ What a way to strick a man dusky-red and speechless, Eichi. Asra had to swallow against the sudden tightness in his throat, and ducked his head, covering his face once more. ]

I-i... That is, I.... I thank you, for the. The compliment.

[ Gods, it's so awkward to his own ears that it just makes his face burn more, and he smoothed his own hair delicately back from his face. ]

If I faint from blushing, I hope you know that it'd be your fault, I feel compelled to let you know. And-- surely you must know that you're you
re beautiful, too...?

[ He slips inside after Eichi, smiling despite the weightless threat, and lifted their hands to kiss the other man's knuckles. ]

I-- I love tea! But you sit down, on the other side of the counter, and I'll make it. It'll need to steep for a while, anyway. What kind do you like, and which cabinet do you keep it in...?

[ he's tired, stripped of all the usual conveniences that would make his life easier and yet strangely unburdened. oh, yes, he stands out in a crowd, even removed from his armor and dressed like any other submissive (if making the best of the meagre offerings) for the whole... alien thing, but no one knows his name, or anything about him, which is refreshing if only for the novelty.

so when he steps out of the elevator, it takes him a moment to realize trick, because this isn't the down, and another to remember submissive, yield, but in that time he's already said sherlock's favorite word, ] Why? [ even as he walks to the cabinet to verify that there is indeed a small decorative object of what lotor files away as 'china' resting there.

there's no urgency to the other male's tone, just impatience. ergo, they have time. ]

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[bullshit. Robin might not have smart-mouthed if he hadn't been laughed at and antagonized.

pretty boy started it. all this shows Robin is that he's dealing with someone that has no concept of personal space.

and that he knows his name. that's a problem on top of his balls literally being in someone else's hand.]

──No, but I liked you better when you didn't. Here I thought a woman's touch was supposed to be gentle. [from up high and back down low, Robin's voice is strained and hoarse as he begins to reach in the back of his slacks. he put one of his daggers there, just in case...]

O...kay, this is happening again.

[ He thought he'd won this game the first time, but apparently he needs to win more times for it to count.

Ned sounds fairly put-upon, but not nearly as agitated as the man already in the room does. On the bright side, it sounds as if half the puzzle's already been solved, and if Ned is honest, the miffed tone makes it a little easier to bear - it kind of reminds him of both Emerson and Vivian at the same time. Even the little things are worth clinging to in a place this screwy.

And on a third, even brighter side, at least this doesn't look like a sex dungeon. Maybe this one is just for icebreakers and pleasantries, like a bingo hall but... fancier. ]

Sure, the cabinet. I can--

[ Cutting himself off against a simple instruction is a bad sign. The thudding sound as Ned trips over himself in the midst of stopping cold is another. The fact is this: that ugly rug is made of at least one bear, unless someone is really good with felts and buttons and faux fur. Ned isn't about to get a closer look to make that distinction himself.

A check behind the furniture tells him that whether the bear is fake or not, it is most definitely, and very unreasonably, huge. His swallow is almost audible. ]

Hey, before I do that... do you have any personal attachment to this sofa over here? Or the coffee table over there?

[ In other words, is he going to be billed for their inevitable destruction. Because nobody asks a question like that without destruction in mind, after all. ]

Clutter and Simplicity

[ As much as Yuri hates admitting it, he'd been kind of scared at first. He'd put up quite the show of resistance when random people had started examining him--he'd bitten one of the medics, actually, and is pretty proud of that--and had bitched up a storm from the moment he'd arrived up until his ride pulls up. And, well. One look at said ride is enough to have him changing his tune.

He has been in a limo before, but it's nothing he gets on a regular basis and definitely not something he grew up with. He grins and kicks back, and eyes a bottle of champagne that's been neatly stored in the back with him.

It's there. And this is his limo, right? And they'd put him through all that shit, getting him naked and examining him. They owe him one, so this plucky sixteen-year-old helps himself to some bubbly with zero inhibitions.

He's a little tipsy by the time they make it to the Up, and from there he just commits himself to enjoying this crazy dream. Because there's no way he randomly woke up in this weird sex city and has been given his own apartment and a free limo ride and champagne for his underage ass. No, it's all just pretend and any minute Viktor is going to drag him out of bed for practice.

So he takes to exploring this strange new world. Being a little drunk makes him realize how hungry he is and he approaches the nearest person with a demand in a thick Russian accent. ]

Hey! Where can I get some food around here?

Key to Hearts

[ Yuri doesn't like people seeing him do this charity shit. He says it's because it makes him look less badass, but it's really because it feels personal in a way he's not going to tell anyone, ever. So he makes his donation quietly then mingles a bit, used to these sort of fancy events even when they're less depressing than this one is.

He's been pretty into the whole Dominant thing so far, pleased with the perks it brings and the implication that he can order people around as much as he wants. The more he learns about the way Submissives are treated and what all of this really entails, though? It's becoming less appealing and more confusing by the day. So when he finds out that he has to draw a name to get someone out of here, he selects one with some trepidation. ]

Okay. I guess you have to come with me or whatever.

► Out of Clutter
[Well, if nothing else, Nezahualpilli goes with the flow. Of course, he's dreadfully confused and full of questions. He try to ask as many questions as he can during their strip and examination of his body. They never really answer his questions, but he let them examine his body. For one, he doesn't know where he is and what kind of forces are in control. For another, he dislike using violence unless it's absolutely necessary and the last resort.

But he did pick up on some information. He's a "Submissive", a position, which at least tell him what they want from him. Someone who submits and follow those in charge, if he understand correctly.

As a king, he finds this interesting. Learning the culture of other lands is always one of the more interesting parts of his journey.

But first, once he arrived at the motel he will be staying at? He will be going around and introducing himself. A rather tall, broad man with long hair approaches the nearest person with a confident stride. His belongings—so, his clothes and his spear—haven't arrive yet, which means he's introducing himself in the paper dress gown they gave him.]

Hello! Do you reside in this building? I'm Nezahualpilli. I have just arrived and will be staying here from today.

[That first thing? Getting to know his neighbours. Who knows, maybe he might find an ally in this unusual situation.]

► A Waist of Leeways
Room A
[Wow, this room looks like a... a torture chamber. Nezahualpilli can only imagine how all of these equipments can be used on some poor soul. Like for torture, interrogation...

Although, from what he learned about this place so far? It's probably the Submissives who used on these tools.

When he thinks of that, he's more mindful of the Dominant in the room with him. He peeks into the corner room, where the curtains are partially parted for them to look inside.]

Oh? I believe I find something!

[He walks inside, and comes out... with a clue*!]

Room C
[The room is very purple. Incredibly so. It would seem like a rather noble yet edgy room, if it's not for some interesting looking items hanging around.

Nezahualpilli is examining the corner of the room, where the hanging leather belts are, and the strange machinery sit on the higher shelf. Hm, didn't he see a similiar contraption like this before? But he can't linger in one spot, so he continues to search the rest of the room.

He looks over at the Dominant in the room.]

Do you have any ideas?

[He could do this by himself, but two heads are always better than one.]

► Key to Heart
[Now this is more up his alley. The culture is different, but when it comes to food and party? Nezahualpilli easily joins in to mingle. He always love banquets, and this is no exception. Although, it was curious that he have to give his name as an uncontracted Submissive... He could see where it might go.]

Hahah! It's great to see that people can gather together for a good cause!

[Even if others may want to come to make connections, but he want to think about the best of people in this strange place.

For any adult women (or looks like an adult), he will approach them with a smile.]

Hello, may I ask for a dance with someone as beautiful as you?

[Even now, he can't help but notice and appreciate the beautiful women he can see in attendance. Dominant, Submissive, regardless of their rankings, he will try his luck in getting a dance!]

► Wild Card
[Throw me your own scenario and I'll roll with it!]

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I truly doubt it will be! [He insists with enthusiasm.] I love hearing stories from the adventures that come by. Not all of them are great heroes or have done anything of fantastic note but they have seen the world outside of my country that I know nothing of and that alone is enough to satisfy. Whatever you've done however great or small will be well worth my attentions of this I am most certain!

[And what she gets in turn? Easily offered and honestly... it doesn't sound like there are any losers in this arrangement.]

I will happily tell you all that I can. And likewise... I hope it is not boring. But if it is I know the tales of a great hero! A Warrior of Light! And while my part to play in their story is small it is a good tale that I will happily regale. And stories are best told over hot drinks so of this we have an agreement. I will happily escort you wherever you desire should you become victorious.

[But there is flirting here and it would be uncharacteristic of him not to note it.]

Although... I can think of a number of things that are better than a recap of our respective lives but they go hand in hand with our current prizes. I imagine that should things go well there might be extenuating circumstances that may lead to better rewards.

[A rare bout of restraint where he doesn't just offer his chambers upon meeting someone he fancies. And Aerith is a lovely adventurer who probably could hold her own against many foes. That's exactly his type and were they in Camp Dragonhead he'd do what he always does. But he is far from home and no longer in a position where that behavior is as accepted as it (sort of) once was. He needs to reign in just a little bit... at least until he's more settled in this place and has a better idea of what is socially acceptable.

So... as of right now drinks first. The rest can follow suit. But if she keeps that coy little smile up with all the flirtatious little hair playing he could easily be convinced to skip drinks and story time.]

[ after nearly getting elbowed in the ribs for the third time by his seatmate due to all the vigorous rubbing: ]

Stop that.

[ he actually turns in his seat to address him rather than continuing with the noble martyrdom 'ignoring it' route. ]

Waist of Leeways - Room A

[ It's still not the Maker's bosom.

It sure beats whatever else the Chantry had written up about the afterlife, though. Plenty of bosoms to go around, and Hawke certainly hasn't found himself wanting for anything-- well, a solid explanation would be nice, and a way to sort out this inequality business, and maybe a pint, but he can work on those.

This Escape Room thing is a bit of fun. He chuckles as he surveys the room, his attitude more curious and amused than anything. If there's anything his insane life has thoroughly instilled in him at this point, it's to roll with the punches. ]

Well this is an odd little predicament, isn't it? Have you seen any of these devices before?

Wildcard

[ ooc; hit me baby, he was an impulse reserve pls validate my bad choices ]

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[ also, karna is woefully unaware of the other's massive internal conflict; to him, the problem of getting out of the elevator is the main thing, and he is sure that noctis thinks the same.

maybe. at least he isn't holding the whip anymore. ]

Do you like puzzles?

[ canting his head, karna looks over the back of the painting, but it's hard to see anything on the dark canvas back. concentrating, he barely gives the other man a second glance as he wanders closer. ]

I suggest you look elsewhere for more clues.

Wouldn't want to ruin all the excitement this universe is going to throw at me. You know. Got to enjoy all the surprises.

[ He wasn't trying to shut him up, exactly, but he's a nervous rambler and well. This situation definitely calls for nervous rambling. If he were on his own, he'd maybe try to just break his way through with brute force — that's always worth a shot, after all— but he's not alone and he doesn't feel like risking having to pay damage fees. So Taking care of the puzzles is the only way here, and while he's a smart guy, puzzles aren't exactly his field of expertise. ]

Let's start by looking around the room. If there's anything that seems ... weirder than whatever passes as normal here, let me know. My name is Peter, by the way. We'll get out of here, okay? Just gotta find the way.

[No blushing maiden, either, but not someone who's exactly into this kind of thing, exactly.

For all the fuss about being a Dominant or a Submissive, there seems to be a set of rules that just apply to everyone. Go to Rome, you must do like the Romans. Weave your way to investigate into an escape room, and try to get out of the tackiest BDSM room he's seen.

Really, and he's been to Hengsha's Red District.

Noctis' expression is understandable. He looks up, doesn't see any smoke detectors. Shame, he could use the smoke, and setting up an emergency protocol would be the most efficient way to get out of here. Moving across the room to find just exactly where these escape room owners are peeking from.] Not really. But you don't really need to be.

[A thoughtful hum, and a tilt of his head towards the origin of that comment.] And you think that's better?

[A friend... The first one made since coming here. He's just... so overjoyed.]

Ah... I would love that if it's not too much trouble. [Since it was offered it's probably not that much trouble but that seems the right thing to say all the same. Honestly... he'd love a guide. The technology here is far more advanced than what he's used to. The Elezen has been getting by alright but just having a helping hand guide him to understanding just the city a bit better would do wonders.

And yes the general this of the situation is a lot to swallow. Someone who is a bit more familiar after some time here is a most valuable ally and friend.]

Food? No... I haven't really partook all that much.

[He grew up a noble and recalls what artful cuisine was like. But after becoming a knight and the Calamity that put Ishgard's food sources into distress an actual good meal is hard to come by. Not to say what is being served now is bad just not what it once was. It would be nice to taste that sort of unnecessary indulgence once again.]

I will hold you to how good it is but you may take heart in knowing that my pallet will not be very hard to impress.

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