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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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» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ Gabriel has been to a lot of places in his long, long lifetime. Hell, he's created enough pocket realities and such to know that finding something new is going to be rare. The universe always has so much to offer and yet sometimes even he wonders at what point it starts repeating itself (isn't it meant to be infinite anyway? One day he'll ask Sam Winchester his thoughts on infinite loops). So when Gabriel finds himself confronted with two doors he oh-so nonchalantly walks through the first one that pings his interest and before he can say Doctor Sexy's sexy cowboy boots the archangels finds himself being sedated and knocked out.

Brilliant. All he'd done was gone for the nearest person and the very idea they'd even managed to get that needle in his neck was impressive enough to keep Gabriel in deep thought. There was obviously some Weird Shit™ going on in this place and by the time he's on the transport the only thing he's managed to come to terms with is the fact he's not a submissive. That would have sucked; in Gabriel's mind no part of him is submissive. He'll dare anyone to make a comment about height and how being short would mean being the weaker of two and then he'd simply throw them into traffic.

By the time Gabriel is settled on the transport he's come to terms with the fact that this is somewhere new, some weird fucky place that messes with everyone in it. It had to mess with them for the simple fact that even he — an archangel — couldn't just fly on out of there. People did not keep others in one place for the good of their health, that shit always has a habit of ending bad and Gabriel has seen enough bad endings to last a few lifetimes.]

What a trashy place. Hey, you — [ Gabriel finishes his (third) candy bar, balling the wrapper up and throwing it at the nearest person to get their attention.] What you in for?

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ The invite to a party is too good an opportunity to pass up. Everyone will be schmoozing away, trying to make a good impression with each other. Gabriel knows just how much bullshit goes on behind those masks, how people will smile and smile as they wonder why they have to be sharing the same oxygen with someone else. If anything it's free entertainment though at the same time it could be useful for figuring out who is in such a place. Specifically anyone he knows. Last thing Gabriel wants is any of his brothers getting the jump on him again. The food gets a casual try here and there as Gabriel gravitates to the sweet section. For all the airs and graces going on the food is seemingly average and for now no fights have broken out. There hasn't been so much as a hint of drama and the archangel leans back against the bar, vaguely wondering if he should find the nearest asshole and start them on their downward spiral. Nothing quite says party when hiding under a table as chairs fly overhead.]

Are they just letting you all know about these homeless kiddos or is there actually some kind of a charity set up?

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS II

[ The name drawing seems to be a good laugh and Gabriel draws a name out of a hat before turning it so people can see.] Someone's lucky day.

» » » WILDCARD

[ooc: anything goes. even network posts. feel free to have Gabriel draw your name out of a hat if you want.]

[ It's fine, Gabriel. Here in Duplicity, not everyone is a 6'3" giant, here to make you feel like the shortest person in the world. Some might even be shorter. Judar's only 5'8", so he wasn't about to go towering over anyone any time soon.

He wasn't going to be someone's trach can either. He'd barely seen something flying after someone went 'hey you,' and instinct had a bubble of energy come up in time for the wrapper to bounce off and to the floor. Not a bad trick for someone with one of those lines down their neck and chest, right?

Which is why the set of red eyes glanced with annoyance before shrugging and leaning back into the seat. ]

Saving the world? Who knows.

[ Anyone under six foot is wholly welcome in Gabriel's eyes. Stupid tall people and their ridiculous tallness.

The bubble of energy gets a brief, curious glance before the archangel shrugs it off. So someone can throw energy around, it's nothing to start a marching band over and Gabriel gives the smallest of shrugs. He'd be more surprised if most of the "subs" in this place actually played their roles than anything.]

If this is the price for saving the world then you shoulda let it burn.

[ Why would anyone make a big deal out of someone denying the chance of having trash hit them? It seemed pretty basic, right? Energy was energy, whether it was normal or from a 'fallen' individual. The fun part was how the energy was used. This? Every day nonsense to fill the day. ]

That was another plan some of us had. More people felt the need to save everyone and make things 'right.'

[ Then again... The idea is enough for Judar to slouch and relax back in his seat. ]

Maybe it will burn. We didn't exactly finish the job before I got pulled here.

[The caller announces the name and Jonathan all but bristles. He's being ordered to walk home with this stranger, presumably to 'service' him, and it's all being treated like some drawn prize at a Boat Race Night celebration. The doctor takes a few seconds to settle his ruffled feathers. The man isn't imposing, at least. There's also no guarantee that he's taking any of this seriously. The tone says as much.

He approaches when prompted by one of the attendants. His expression is grim, like a soldier heading into battle.]

Good evening, sir. I'm Dr. Jonathan Reid. I trust it will be an uneventful night.

[The vampire's eyes are keen on the other man, trying to judge how things will go.]

[ For what it's worth, Jonathan gets a second look but only one of idle curiosity. The guy doesn't look so well but that right now is none of Gabriel's business; it's only a problem later on if Jonathan makes it one and from the look on this guy's face that's the last thing that'll happen.

Most would take pity on how Reid looks like he's walking into a hellmouth without so much as a stick for defense. Unfortunately for the doctor, Gabriel isn't so merciful and the grin on his face promises teasing at the least.]

Oh I don't know about that. Why are you here if you wanted uneventful?

The event would seem to be over, sir. [Is this teasing? Jonathan is just going to shut it down with facts, thank you. His tone remains dour. He might perk up depending on how the other man responds, but for now he's going to be politely prickly.] You have me at a disadvantage, though. [In far too many ways.] What might I call you?

[The wrapper bounces off the side of John's head, and he pulls a face, kicking his feet up as he turns away from the window.]

I tend to think it's better not to ask. The answer tends to lead you places you don't want to...

...Hey, what are you? [He squints, a lot more attentive all of a sudden as he focuses on the other, for want of a better word, man. Forty years of messing with the occult, and a solid dose of demon blood, have a way of sensitising a guy to certain auras. And that one, right there, that's one he's only seen/felt a few times before. Always with the same snob, too.] Doesn't Daddy disapprove of throwing things, angel?

[ That's not a normal reaction. Most can barely even notice that Gabriel is something other than human, too wrapped up in their own angst to even pay that much attention. Obviously Gabriel needs to shrug this off before the other tries to dig and he gives a big smirk, putting hands behind his head as he lounges back in his seat.]

What am I? Handsome all day, of course.

[ Unfortunately John keeps talking and it's obvious from the way the other speaks that he has a good idea of who or what Gabriel is. Interesting. Gabriel doesn't know John and for once someone has the archangel's actual attention (as to how long that lasts is anyone's guess).]

Sorry pal, no idea who you are. You got the wrong trickster.

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Really? They don't give you the Most Wanted lists up there?

[Really, truly, he's surprised. He doesn't know who this guy is (Gabriel hasn't even occurred to him; since the whole incident with Ellie, the Snob usually steers clear, and definitely wouldn't be this relaxed around the guy who cut his wings off with a chainsaw), but whatever he is, angel or very-well-disguised demon or something else, knowing and hating John is usually a pretty universal thing for the spiritual echelons.]

Well, that's okay, then. What you don't know can't hurt me. Hey, you got an extra choccie bar there?

[ Gwen hadn't been paying attention, her mind somewhere far away trying to think of any comic book or movie she's read or seen that might clue her in on how to behave in this new universe. When all of a sudden, a balled up candy wrapper hits her in the face. ]

Huh? Wha--? [ She really wasn't paying attention so she only catches the latter half of the question. ]

I'm not... This isn't like a jail universe, is it? Because I'm trying to be a hero, not a villain?

[ That said, she did totally murder a dude a while ago... ]

[ Jail universe? That's such a random statement to be making and Gabriel briefly considers it before answering.]

Who knows? Try walking out of here and see where that gets you. If it's a whole lot of nowhere then yeah, it's a jail universe. Spoilers; I already tried. It's totally a jail universe dressed up in trashy soap opera.

[ Gabriel doesn't even look sorry, he just starts unwrapping another candy bar as if it's just another day in the office.]

You know heroes go to jail too, right?

[Dorian is at least somewhat drunk by the end of the night and quite happily so. He's definitely not expecting to hear his name called above the crowd. He pushes away from where he's been perched and wanders towards the man with his name, clearly written on a piece of paper.

Oh. So that's what that was for? He'd nearly forgotten what this place has turned him into. But he wasn't exactly expecting some kind of slave auction to happen at a children's benefit.]

Yours, clearly. [He utters, knowing he's a damn fine catch but clearly not really all that enthusiastic about the arrangement.]

So. Where to, master? [This is how it works right? He never quite paid that much attention, nor did he really intend to play his "role" obediently.]

Just so you're aware, I'm not touching your feet. I don't do feet.

[ Someone certainly can't be faulted when it comes to having an ego a mile wide from the looks of things and Gabriel raises his eyebrows at the comments. He has no interest in acting out the whole thing - sure it could be hilarious but at the same time in this place, being set up by someone else, it's kind of weird if anything.

Whatever, at the very least he gets to tease this guy until his mustache drops off.]

Uh huh, sure doesn't work that way, that's why you're the one looking like someone's starter art project. [ Gabriel vaguely wonders if those sub tattoos even come off. Something to look into for later to cause some chaos.] And what? Nothing wrong with my feet, what's the problem?