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duplicitymemes2018-10-14 04:38 pm
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TDM #2
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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
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!! |
Lotor | Voltron | Submissive
the key to hearts
So it is that after a night spent rubbing elbows, exchanging numbers, and asking pointed questions regarding specific topics, she's ready to leave. Ah, but the lottery. Of course. This place does enjoy making things more complicated than necessary, doesn't it? Still, she smooths down her own crisp suit, and reaches for the box. When in Rome--this probably wouldn't have been out of place in Rome, now that she thinks about it.
But her polite indifference changes when the name is called out, and Lotor steps forward. There's a flash in her eyes--someone who didn't know her could be forgiven for mistaking it for Thirst, and not Is Dissecting An Alien Allowed Here. Still, she only nods at him before turning to leave, silent until he speaks. ]
And to you. [ A pause. Is there a polite way to ask someone if you can look at their DNA? Wait--She has manners. Names, first. ] I am Dr. Moira O'Deorain. And you?
no subject
[ he shifts his weight, and glances behind them to the party still in session. his hands hover somewhere near his sides, claws tiny needlepoints rather than retracted knives.
(he absolutely noticed that shift in expression.)
his eyes dart from the party back to her, her eyes, and then to the neutral zone of her collarbone. he clears his throat with a tiny cough. ]
May we leave?
no subject
[ She'd expected a little...more. A surname, or something similar. Perhaps that is his surname, or he simply doesn't feel like handing out more of a name. Or, possibly, he simply doesn't possess a name beyond that one.
Like Cher. ]
Of course.
[ And she turns, hands clasped behind her back as she exits the fundraiser, the chilly October air a pleasant bite, after the hustle and bustle of all those people. She enjoys it for a few moments, while she attempts to decide how to phrase the next question she has. ]
I apologize if this seems insensitive. My world only contains humans, you see, and I have never met anyone that appears quite like you. It's...[ Her eyes flash, a smile on her lips. ]...fascinating. May I ask what I can call your people?
[ Since 'blueberry elf' seems a bit rude. ]
no subject
he keeps himself to a half-step behind her at her elbow, hands hanging easy at his side. there's still so much to see, to understand, but he won't fling his head about to look at everything; gape like a tourist or a backwater idiot.
when she stops, he does too. ]
Your people have not yet achieved spaceflight? [ none of the human-arrivals seem to know one another, and he hasn't had anyone flinch at the sight of him. his world (this world) suddenly seems suffocatingly small. ]
the key to hearts.
she makes her way to the claiming. she elbows people if she has to. she forfeits the scraps of paper in favor of pointing at lotor from a decided distance away, jaw clenched in evident strain. i'll take that one.
which is well and good, but she didn't actually come up with a plan for what to do with him once he's ushered out and towards her. taking him seemed like the obvious choice to spare someone else the headache, but now she - what? has a submissive, and a man she used to fall for, who she now only remembers as the torturer to their people? )
Do not act civil with me.
( spat out, venom on her tongue. she collects a drink from a passing waiter and throws it back, eyebrows knitted in thought. )
no subject
Allura? [ he says, confused, his face heartbreaking in the concern that blooms over it, watching her drink like she's accustomed to it (how long has she been here?) with his hand rising to take the empty glass, should she not want to carry it.
that is not an affect of his new position. that is unshielded concern, the gentle consideration of her and the way he's enshrined her position in his life. he supposes the environment too harsh for her, and he agrees. at least the galra were brutally honest about the nature of their enslavement, the filth and disease of the gladiatorial arenas.
his father's people always did enjoy the scent of spilled blood.
his offered palm hangs between them, wrist exposed, claws sheathed. ]
I am allowed to leave, if you take me out.
lies travel in company
hates it even more when the only empty seat is next to lotor. ]
No. No way. Nuh-uh. I'd rather stand.
no subject
Or continue with your hysterics, but I'll not take part.
[ his head turns to look back out the window. ]
lies
Or maybe it was easy to be smug when she'd decided to regard this place with the same general attitude as she'd given the Garrison. Keeping her head down and blending in was easy, and she knew that eventually she'd figure out a way out of here.
It was gross curiosity
and possibly boredomthat had led her to get on the train this time, and it only took a few minutes to find something with which to amuse herself. Because, honestly, spotting Lotor with a shiny, new line on his face was probably the best thing to happen to her since she'd gotten here.So of course there was no way she couldn't go over and take that vacant seat. And sure, it was weird seeing him here, now.
Alive.But whatever.]Enjoying the ride?
no subject
It is very [ the pause to encompass all his general feelings about being here, about the mysterious tattoo, about being the only purple humanoid. ] new.
[ he'd interacted with the paladins who were not allura or shiro so little that he has no baseline on her. he recalls her name, her lion, and the briefest impression of her character and
nothing else.
at least they won't be as tightly-wound together as they were before. after all, none of them are particularly special here. ]
no subject
... Thanks. [And now she's thanking him. But that's mostly because she'd thank anyone for doing something considerate. Not because she feels any particular need to go out of her way to be polite.
Only she really wasn't expecting him to be so... subdued when she'd come over.]
Yea, it's... something. [Possibly the least ridiculous thing about arriving here.] You should know. The place we're going isn't very nice. And it's probably not like anything you're used to.