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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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killful: pixiv illust id: 67199741 (jade qilin)

hearts

[personal profile] killful 2018-10-14 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahahaha!

[A peal of laughter bursts out of Assassin, thoroughly amused. Though his laugh tends to be loud and crass, it's not a mean-spirited sort; only the kind one makes when they find that some things never change. He takes a glass of champagne.]

Why do I get the feeling you weren't put up to this?
inaurare: (Oh?)

Lies Travel. Also hi!

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-14 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[he startles briefly with that sigh, glancing up from his own seat. The words that follow - Linneus isn't sure they are meant for him; but he ventures, in case a reply is expected-]

I... cannot say that is a familiar line at all.

[though its meaning is obvious enough - and apt enough.]

It seems those of the Up are all conveyed in such a manner. Some sort of carriage...
ilyushkano: (blowing out my mind)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, okay. This is happening.

When she had first seen him with his Apprentice she had gotten notions of a little something extra going on with that bond, but, uh.

Apparently Asra is just Like That.]


Well... better than being stuck back home all alone again. It's easier to look after Ilya if I'm at least in the same city as him.
ex_serum683: SHITHOUSE (✪|SEVENTY  TWO.)

[personal profile] ex_serum683 2018-10-14 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
that gets steve to pause, and he turns to look back at tony, frowning, before he sighs again and keeps walking.

This happens, sometimes. There are... disparities, between people from shared timelines. Bucky —

...on second thought, no, he's not talking about bucky to tony. that can't end well. but it does remind steve of something that brings him up short, something that finally makes him turn around and look at tony.

Your father's here, Tony. From 1945.

he'll get to the monitoring thing in a second.
ilyushkano: (Default)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes? Have you been there before?
advisors: sinbad has some explaining to do (as part of fate's decree)

LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY | ja'far: thanks i hate it

[personal profile] advisors 2018-10-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( Ja'far had boarded the train early, still learning how the transportation even worked, let alone the exact schedules that they needed to follow to get where he needed to go. At some point, new faces joined the crowd, with Ja'far looking up briefly in a defeated sort of interest - ah, more stuck here - before turning back to look at his device. He's still figuring out how the strange thing works, but it is curious, and something that catches his attention as he waits for his stop to be called.

At least, until feet suddenly appeared next to him.

He's about to say something, politely ask them to move said feet, when recognition clicks - and then the voice seals it.

Judar.

Ja'far instantly scowls. )


You.

even kairi can't take grimdark of this magnitude

[personal profile] excaliburnt 2018-10-14 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blunt as blunt could be:]

I chose this fate of my own free will, with my own two hands.

[She always wondered if an artificial being could understand such a concept - if Irisviel was simply defective from the start, or if deep down they all harbored some desire for rebellion. She can't speak against it. She can't disrespect it.

But she can turn away.]


...wipe those cheeks clean. You bring shame upon yourself, Irisviel.

[Though she wouldn't be wrong to detect softness in the syllables of her name.]
inaurare: (Yet also pouty and blushy.) (Unsure)

Leeways

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-14 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good luck"...?

[Linneus finds himself turning for the door only to hear it locked behind him; so he ends up making a little turn on the spot, to look into the room and the other man who has dropped onto... a couch that might not look out of place in the Teahouse, actually. In fact the decor of the room itself seems to bear a remarkable similarity to the furnishings of home.

Hesitant over the words, he tries to explain-]


Forgive me, there must be some mistake. I was looking for the... "ele-vator".

[personal profile] mastermagician 2018-10-14 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He leaned back, hands falling aside as he laughed. It's soft, but earnest, and he had to lift both hands to correct his hair. ]

Easier... maybe by a hair. But-- Ilya!

[ He snapped his fingers together. ] Wait right here, I'll go get him!!

[ He's gone before she can protest, and just a few minutes later, is shoving the taller man into the alcove with both hands, and slipping away to drink everything in arm's reach. ]
sealeted: (ten feet away)

the key to hearts

[personal profile] sealeted 2018-10-14 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Hakuno blinks, staring at him.

She's unsure—will this one remember her, when so many others were from different timelines? Will this one know who she is, when even Nero didn't?

...she swallows, and eyes one of the glasses.]


Depends. Is this normal champagne, or poisoned Robin?
Edited 2018-10-14 23:22 (UTC)
offshoots: (Default)

lies

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-14 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's been able to mind his own business. to blend in with the crowd as best as he can as Nero flits about and leans over people to put her hands to the window and breathe her excitement into a fog.

but. he's had enough. he gets the feeling that he's been summoned for a reason if one of the many problem children of Chaldea is here with him. seriously, he gets it now.]


Alright, that's good! You've made your point. Come and sit down before someone decides to lynch you.

[you're welcome, Train People. Robin has come to put a hand over Nero's mouth from behind and shut her up.

so she's a submissive, too.

even if she struggles, he's pulling her over to a twofer seat and puts her at the window while he takes the aisle. then, he tugs his hood off and reveals his identity.]


Maybe don't make a scene of yourself on day one, huh?

[says Robin who DIDN'T EVEN GO TO ORIENTATION.]
shikisha: (7)

[personal profile] shikisha 2018-10-14 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
To Nonon, in that moment, it didn't matter where they were. Just that they were together again. Later, she might feel guilt, like her wish to see Satsuki again brought her here to this place, but for now, in this moment, her heart is alight. Satsuki is here. Satsuki and her could do anything together, most of all get out of here.

Expectedly, Nonon's already completely forgotten there were men hitting on her (and also that men existed at all in the world) as soon as Satsuki appeared. Even though she might feel like she was suddenly flying by how her fast her heart beats seeing Satsuki, it's like coming back down to Earth in a flash, as if she were yanked out of the sky.

The thing that grounds her most is the fingers beneath her chin. Already Nonon was looking up at Satsuki, but the other girl's domineering tone along with that electric touch on what is her biggest weakspot, snaps her back into her senses.

"Y-Yes.. Satsuki-sama." It's not embarrassing to add that much more formality. Nonon would scream to the entire party that she is Satsuki's subordinate without shame, only pride. But being told it by Satsuki herself is another matter altogether. One that threatens to make Nonon's knees weaken and give out on her.

She doesn't have much time though, before she's given Satsuki's elbow, which she takes like a lifeline. This close to her, touching her again, Nonon still barely believes it's her.

"I would have given them each a new hole in the top of their feet with my heels, but I really didn't want to have to pay another fine..." Yeah, she's already dealing with trouble along those lines, as if it would be hard to believe.

"It's really you though, right?"
waytobreakithero: (c'mere cutie)

Marian Hawke | Dragon Age (circa Inquisition) | Dominant

[personal profile] waytobreakithero 2018-10-14 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Lies Travel in Company

[ The technology is taking some getting used to, but it's astounding how similar rich and poor are treated, no matter what the age. Marian settles in for the tour, fingers tapping on the seat armrest to keep from constantly checking for the daggers, potions, cantrips and her usual survival kit that are no longer on her person -- they're being "processed", the extremely-friendly and extremely stubborn greeters told her. No amount of charm had convinced any of them to give her stuff back. The lack of even her small throwing knives make her feel more naked than the damn paper gown.

Which she's already managed to tear in a few places. Can't take her anywhere. ]


I assume all the good taverns are in the Down?

A. Waist. Of. Leeways.

[ Room A looks like something Isabella would have dreamed up. Perhaps with Varric's help, though she was usually able to come up with debauchery without any outside prompts. She's idly tapping a riding crop against the palm of her hand as she investigates the room -- it's not the best weapon she's ever been able to find, but it's better than some worn-out pair of pants. ]

This can't be that difficult to get out of. Though if we're trapped until we starve to death, what a fun surprise that'll be for the next guests.

The Key to Hearts

[ Decked out in a tolerably comfortable fancy dress (and re-armed enough to feel secure), Hawke has made sure to sample all the offered alcohol and settled on a much-too-small glass of (very fine) ale.

Now somewhat into her cups, and a little more acclimated, she's giving into the urge to check out the ladies at the party -- and perhaps a few of the men. Her heart was looking for a tall, dark-skinned and buxom Rivaini with a penchant for very short skirts and fancy hats, but that's not the sort of luck Hawke would be having any time soon.

But she can almost hear Isabela's voice in her ear: Make a night of it, sweet thing. I'll be disappointed if you don't.

So the nearest person to her gets a long once-over, and a grin. ]


Do you know how to dance?

[ Later, she's ditched her shoes and a little more drunk when someone puts a bowl with paper in it in front of her. She picks out one of the papers and attempts to read it. ]

Is this my escort home? Maker, I could probably use one.


callmenines: twitter @ kitune_n (09)

9S | NieR: Automata | Submissive

[personal profile] callmenines 2018-10-14 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
BUS SHELTER

[For a being who took pleasure in mimicking the simple, mundane actions that humans used to partake in (such as taking a bath) 9S isn't so sure he's comfortable with being stripped for maintenance by unknown humanoids and scrubbed down. At least the ordeal doesn't last too long but the paper bag gown he's forced to wear is uncomfortable against his synthetic skin. Gone is his uniform, along with all the accessories, his unnaturally blue irises on display, as his blindfold-eque visor is confiscated along with the rest of his belongings. It's uncomfortable to be so exposed to say the least, and while he's doing his best to stay in line and not ask too many questions, it's hard not to be overwhelmed and overstimulated by every new thing and person he comes into contact with.

Like public transportation, for example. So far, the bus stop he's been directed to wait at is grimy, the pavement wet and cool under the bare soles of his feet. The rain that falls is anything but clean either, the water surely contaminated just as much as the rest of the atmosphere around him. It's...gross. All of this is.

It doesn't help that the rain only makes the humidity oppressive, the paper bag gown sticking awkwardly to his body, threatening to deteriorate the more he lets it come into contact with the deluge from above. His bangs are plastered to his forehead as he hugs himself around his middle, clearly uncomfortable. This whole situation and set up? It doesn't make sense. None of it does.

The various vehicles that do make their way through the streets don't help the situation either, splashing filthy water up into an arc over the curb with their tires. 9S narrowly misses such an assault, scrambling back from said curb to push himself even further under the pathetic overhang that constitutes the bus stop's shelter.

This sucks. Big time.

The device he's been given to access whatever network this place has set up doesn't seem to give him much in the way of answers either, and he's more fearful of it getting soaked and not working than his own body becoming soggy...even if the paper bag he's been dressed in is starting to deteriorate.

If he accidentally bumps into you while trying to huddle under the shelter expect an apology, one with hunched shoulders and hands that raise up in surrender. Of course, this doesn't help the whole paper dress situation - the straps are becoming so damaged that the thing is barely holding itself together. If he's not careful it might just ride down a bit or wear out - not that it'll expose much if it does. His chest is smooth and bare that even if a nip slip were to happen, there's nothing to see. Hm. How weird.]


Ah sorry-! I didn't see you there...

[Hopefully he didn't step on your foot by accident. He's deceptively heavy, being an android and all that.]

DUMPSTER DIVING

[The bus is late.

Or well, it's as late as 9S is going to put up with it being. His stupid paper bag gown isn't going to last much longer, which is why he's resorted to being desperately resourceful, even if the thought of what he's doing right now grosses him out. He's hurried himself into a back alley, one with a dumpster outside of what seems to be an indiscernible factory. What they make isn't what's important. It's what they've decided to toss away that is. There's organic trash, sure, but one bin in particular holds a bag full of fabric scraps, old textiles and the like that were probably once used for upholstery or curtains. There's even a rather large, vinyl sign that was tossed away, but the letters on it are so faded he can't make out what it's supposed to say. Not that it matters, of course.

His current mission is inspired by the Machines he'd seen out in the desert, with their strange markings (although he'd rather die than admit it) he takes one of the pieces of discarded fabric and begins to desperately try and wrap it around himself. He's not doing a very good job though, of making a makeshift toga, and the more he tries to tie the progressively soggy fabric around himself, the more frustrated he gets as he mutters to himself.]


Why did they have to take my uniform away anyway?! It doesn't make any sense!

COHABITATION

[They're to share living quarters.

Which, in theory, is fine...but 9S is so tired of all the bullshit he's put up with to even arrive at his accommodations that the last thing he wants to do is socialize with people. All he wants is a bath and to be left alone. The bath, thankfully, he gets, and once he's dressed back into his uniform, collar and all, his visor tied over his eyes, he feels less cagey. At least enough so that he can manage sitting in a common room for a few minutes. He doesn't really want to meet whoever he'll be sharing his room with yet.

Boots off to the side of the ratty couch he's decided to sit on, he's tucked himself away in the corner, the cushion sinking comically underneath his weight. Up are his knees to his chest as he messes around with the device he'd been given. After all, it wasn't like he had anything else to do other than peruse the so-called network he'd been told about. If you do decide to approach him (because what's up with this weird blindfolded dude?? how can he even read the screen he's looking at??) he'll be polite enough. His curiosity is still an unquenchable drive of his.

Also this is a common room. Even 9S knows that means it's meant to be a shared space.]


FERRIS WHEEL

[South Park isn't anything special, but it is interesting. All the illicit activities pale in comparison to the rusted out ferris wheel that sits on the outskirts of the park. At the moment it doesn't seem to be in use, but that doesn't mean it isn't functional. It reminds him of the abandoned amusement park he'd visited with 2B, but it wasn't a ride he'd ever gone on. Weren't they supposed to be a ride for couples? Wasn't it a romantic thing?

Not that anything about this place seemed to hold even a shred of romance to it.

Despite the abundance of humanoids inhabiting this place, he's finding it hard to believe they're really human. After all, humans were long gone - or they were supposed to be. He's really found himself in a bizarre place, hasn't he? Too bad there wasn't any way to report his findings. There was no Bunker access, no way to upload data in case something went wrong...he was on his own, for better or worse.]


Hey...do you think this thing still works?

[Despite his current reservations, 9S is still a chatty one, and if you don't seem to be caught up in the other activities going on in the park, he'll call out to you, a gloved hand gesturing toward the ferris wheel.]

I mean, I haven't seen anyone ride it but maybe it's still functional?

WILDCARD

[Throw me something and I'll run with it! I'm easy.]
classchampion: (pic#11974292)

the key to hearts

[personal profile] classchampion 2018-10-14 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Djeeta feels like she shouldn't agree with her. If only because people probably worked really hard to put this on? But... ]

It is... kind of.

I want to explore some more.
jokuni: (Default)

[personal profile] jokuni 2018-10-14 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So cute, indeed!!

Okuni's own grin stretches even wider in delight, no offense taken at the avoidance of her "appreciation", and she slides back into her seat, eyes glinting. ]


An emperor, hmm? Is it true what they say then? About, you know

[ She makes a few furtive gestures with her fan, none of them doing anything whatsoever to shed light on just what exactly the 'you know' she mentions is. ]
buildsomething: (not sure about you)

[personal profile] buildsomething 2018-10-14 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, what?

[ He nearly crashes right into Steve, too busy staring to recognize that they've stopped. It's a good thing, though. Tony's not actually sure he can keep moving at the moment. ]

How is that...are you fucking with me?

[ It doesn't really sound like the kind of thing Steve would do, but...Howard's been dead for decades. He can't be anywhere, let alone in this bizarre excuse for a bad trip. ]

ludia: ode to the beauty of the world (.07)

[personal profile] ludia 2018-10-14 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what a pretty ring! Nero admires it before the hand falls down. ]

Oh? Have we met before?
ailurophilian: (Default)

Aizawa Shouta | My Hero Academia | Dominant

[personal profile] ailurophilian 2018-10-14 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
>> lies travel in company

[As much as he already despises this place and the completely arbitrary design of its society, Aizawa remains a practical man. He'll take the tour, because it means information, and information is always useful when you're a stranger.

He doesn't bother to disguise his contempt, though. He slumps in his seat, lip curled, expression as sleepily irritable as always. In fact, an inattentive person might assume that Aizawa actually was asleep, rather than just hunched over like someone raised with absolutely no manners.

He observes the comings and goings carefully, and he declines to exit the train once it reaches the Square. A right of his new status, it seems.

He mutters, glaring out the window.]


This place is not rational.

>> a waist of leeways

[Well, room B it is. Could be worse, he supposes, though he finds the opulent style grating to the eye. He sits on the couch, examining the room, his frown deepening with each passing second.]

First, we should check behind the paintings. Then the curtains. Maybe feel along the wall or the other furniture, too.

[He glances at the ornate coffee table. Perhaps a hidden drawer?

He stands up.]


Come on. Let's get started.

>> the key to hearts

[Aizawa hates parties. If circumstances were normal, he'd never go to something like this of his own free will. But circumstances are not normal, and he still doesn't understand enough about this place to operate within it effectively--if that will be possible at all.

He takes drinks as they're offered, believing (wrongly) in his own iron (false) constitution. As per usual, he appears totally unaffected as he slinks through the crowds--but the booze is definitely getting to him by the end of the night. When it comes time to draw names, he's as surprised as anyone.

But he's pretty tipsy, too. He squints blearily at the name given to him.]


Looks like we're stuck together for a little while.
regulate: (〖 ✪ you're coming home with me 〗)

lies;

[personal profile] regulate 2018-10-14 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Present circumstances also don't sit well with him, his hands tense on his lap, already missing the presence of his sword, something of a lifeline to him. Without it by his side, he feels too weightless, as though there is nothing anchoring him down in their present reality which he struggles to even accept it as such. His jaw is locked tighter than usual, lips pursed, also missing the warm refuge of his scarf wound around his neck, shadowing his expression.

All this exposure leaves him too unsettled, but he tries not to let himself be overwhelmed. The first matter is finding the vice-captain and the rest of the Shinsengumi, a lumbering though that won't be quelled until he realizes he's being spoken to. ]


They don't appear to be inclined to take any seat except the one given.

[ A simple observation. Those branded as submissives are either obeying out of fear or out of respect or simple need. Perhaps, all three, but he knows they won't budge if asked. The risks are too great not to conform, yet he doubts he would do such a thing in their position. ]

Their way of life may be all they know.
hoasen: (secrets)

[personal profile] hoasen 2018-10-14 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[FINE...but first they need to find the drinks.]

I wonder, I am not even sure if they are honest...

[She's suspicious. However...

Do you see that, that's called lowkey excitement. Did he just go for the whole spread? And desserts?]


Alright, but where should one first start?
fistfulofbullets: (Flirt)

Jesse McCree | Overwatch | Submissive

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2018-10-14 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. || Room B

Damn, this place is nice. Like, about as nice as some of the places he'd infiltrated every once in a while when he was working at Blackwatch. Every room in the 'Up' as fancy as this one? Beats the hell out of the flophouse he's been staying in.

Beats the hell out of every place he's slept in the last few years. 'Least since Blackwatch went tits up and everything went to hell in a handbasket.

He takes a seat on the couch, propping his dusty boots up on the coffee table as he pulls a cigar he's managed to swipe from one shop or another from underneath his serape. Lazily, he finds his lighter, flicks it open, and inhales deep. Nice, being able to take a break for a while.

That is, until someone else walks in. He can hear their footsteps, even as he refuses to turn towards the closing door.
"So. You my partner for this little escape game? Damn shame, was hoping they'd take their time sendin' you up."


» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ Fancy shindig like this ain't exactly common in the down. If anything, it's a good chance to mingle, and with the $60 million bounty on his head no longer an issue? Maybe a chance to actually network.

He's a bounty hunter and smuggler, a black ops agent, a vigilante. And he doesn't know what that means for him here, except maybe finding some Uptowner to fleece to help those in the Down. After all, once the cameras are gone and the people in their fancy suits are gone, the problem is going to remain.

So he cleans himself up nice. Keeps his gun and most of his ammunition under a loose floorboard in his flat. Wines and dines and looks for someone who seems friendly enough.

It's only when his name is called and he's asked to come to the stage is he pulled away from some young woman and told he'll be going home with some stranger. ]


The hell? I didn't sign up for goin' home with them-!
whatsina_name: (Phillip [Uhhhh])

[personal profile] whatsina_name 2018-10-14 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
No, but someone here mentioned it to me. [He looks more closely at her now, taking in her red hair in particular.] Are you-- do you know Julian?
kuroi_taiyo: (33)

[personal profile] kuroi_taiyo 2018-10-14 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Given that, while Judar was pretty slim and not the tallest, he was obviously built and better than most (sure thing, sweetie,) it was obvious that the assigning process wasn't based on looks alone. Which is how he knows exactly what that quirked brow is about. The stupid line that, while Judar still had his gold collar, only blocked off a portion of the tattoo and left him with a mark that couldn't fully be hidden.

His gut was to spit or tell the weirdo off to stare elsewhere. The goal of the night, given how this one lacked that line, kept the ruder words swallowed back. ]


Gambling for someone's amusement is what. Not like it has to take that long for you people, right?
aidol: (Reina11)

[personal profile] aidol 2018-10-14 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[That requires actually caring, though. She isn't particularly keen on caring about this specific event. She waves off the 'kind of' in Djeeta's speech, and shrugs.]

It would be more exciting than this.