TDM #2

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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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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.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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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.

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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

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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

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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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cain ☆ starfighter / dominant

[feck]

ａｒｒｉｖａｌ

( causing a scene is a hell of a lot easier than asking questions, which is exactly what he does the second he's through that door and surrounded by strangers. this is like the correctional facility all over again, people wanting to prod and poke like he's some experiment, and there's no point being nice when there's no reason for it. he tries elbowing the first person who touches him, and though he gives the one a bloody nose, they're fast to subdue him with... shit. it's something that makes him docile enough that he's stripped down – more usual stuff he should expect of being in prison – and cleaned and given some gown like he's in the medbay. they talk about dominants and submissives and then —

then, without another word, he's let outside into the rain.

cain's too drowsy to argue for several seconds, and even when he regains his footing, his teeth are grinding so hard his jaw hurts. he stumbles a little, grabbing onto the nearest thing or person while trying to clear his head. )

What kind of bullshit is this? ( he's expecting an answer, and if the way he tightens his grip is any indication, it's probably not wise to piss him off anymore than he already is. )

ｌｅｅｗａｙｓ

( cain should probably be mad he's in this room. he should be mad about a lot of things, but given the context of this place... it's all pretty damn easy. so, it doesn't take any effort to saunter into room b regardless of who he's in there with and flop on the couch. he stretches out his legs and pillows his arms behind his head, lazily glancing around. looks like a rich place, but at least the accommodations are comfortable for watching how this is going to unfold.

there's a bit of a smirk on his face when he finally addresses the person with him. ) What are you waiting for?

( as if he's going to lift a finger doing any work. )

ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ

( open to just about anything else. if you have questions, just pm! as for canon point, sort of waffling with something from chapter five, but yolo my friends c: )

[deathkid]

[ wandering around a new city seems like a perfect way to draw the wrong sort of attention or to just get a feel for the place. either way, nico isn't afraid to push his way through the throngs of people, occasionally slipping into the shadows when he needs to, in order to find his way around. of course, he doesn't expect to be practically wrangled by the neck by some stranger who has nothing better to say but exactly what nico's thinking.

what kind of bullshit is this?

it takes a moment to free himself from the stranger's grip, but when he does, he stands up to his full ( impressively short ) height and bestows the stranger with his darkest glare. his height might not be impressive, but his glare is. he likes to think, anyway. after all, it works on frightening the dead. ]

That's what I should be saying. Do you mind?

[feck]

( unfortunately, there's no dead around (probably), and cain is also (probably) two seconds from breaking something. or throwing his fist at someone to make up for the lack of face-smashing he hadn't been able to do because they'd done something to him to get him naked. not the best experience but also not the worst situation he's ever been in. whoever this person is can fuck off because he feels like he's going to have a raging headache when this stuff finally gets out of his system. )

Yeah. That you mind your own business. ( there's an annoyed huff, but he manages to stand up just as straight, rubbing at his cheek. the bruise that had been there before is gone, and that's probably not the weirdest thing about all this.

if they're going to glare, then cain will do it just as soon as he stops seeing two of everything. ) You're in my way.

[deathkid]

[ the guy is clearly on something and nico pauses to look up at the buildings around them. ah- this is where the doms come out, he recognizes. and that means this guy was probably just turned loose. anger turns into annoyance with a bit of pity as he reaches out to steady the guy and then takes a moment to look him up and down.

dark hair, dark eyes. not unlike him. but the guy has a mean attitude and that might get him in trouble later. should he care? probably not, but sometimes a guy has to be kind to others. a hero ( his inner will solace is already berating him for being rude. he'd like to tell his inner will to shove off but the niggling still lingers ). ]

In your way of falling on your face. Hold on a second. You look like you got in a fight with a drakon.

[feck]

You mean Colteron?

( who is this guy? he looks like a fighter, but his attitude isn't exactly becoming of one. not that cain has much interest in doing anything with fighters besides punching them, and anyway, this place is a lot stranger than he lets on. he hasn't seen rain in... never? that, and the air is a lot cleaner than the recycled stuff they breathe in all the time in space. maybe he's hallucinating from pure oxygen rather than what he's used to?

either way, cain is not amused. but at least he's starting to get his bearings—if slowly. ) What do you want? ( hadn't he already said he was in his way? doesn't he understand that he means move so he can figure out where he's going and why? why isn't he fighting? why is he here? where's abel? that's probably the part that pisses him off the most. )

[deathkid]

No idea what that is.

[ a frown mars his lips and he gives the guy a slight shove. if he wants to be like that, fine. it's not like nico owes him anything. if the guy ends up dying in the streets, that's not his problem. maybe he'll reanimate him later just to mess with him.

but then there's that inner will again, nagging him about taking care of people even when he doesn't want to. he's the son of hades, a loner, a demigod. why does he have to bother with some mortal douchebag who doesn't even want his help? ]

What I want is to get out of here, but that's not happening any time soon. At least, not when I have to worry about you falling on your κώλος and dying in the rain somewhere. Then I'd have to deal with you and wandering spirits annoy me.

[feck]

( who the fuck?

they must have given him something pretty strong because it's like his brain blurs out whatever that word is, but at least he gets the gist of it. it's certainly not russian or the handful of other things he's heard on the sleipnir. which this clearly isn't. cain drags a hand through his hair and hates the odd taste in his mouth; must be whatever it is they gave him. )

Sorry, princess, but I think you're just as stuck here as I am. ( which is saying something when he wants to get back to a war they're on the tail end of losing. ) I have better things to do than haunt your ass. ( there's a pause, blinking nico's face into focus. at least he's cute, but that's all he's got going for him right now. ) You tried leaving?

[deathkid]

[ princess? he mouths the word, scowling. ] That's king, actually.

[ not that being king of ghosts means anything here. still, nico has to maintain some dignity. ]

And yes, I've tried leaving. This isn't my planet, much less universe, so hopping on the nearest bus out of here is not really going to work. You have noticed, haven't you? That there's no way out of this place.

[feck]

( cain's lips immediately curl into a partial smirk. he likes that, that reaction. it reminds him a little of abel, if he's being honest, and even if there's that familiar pang in his chest at the thought, he pushes it aside to make room for whatever this is. he's slowly starting to come back to himself, and that means more room to negotiate whatever he wants. )

Seeing that I just came from in there – ( he jerks his head to indicate the building right behind them. ) — you'd be right. ( leaning just a little closer, his eyes narrow on nico's mouth. ) Princess. ( and then, he shrugs nonchalantly. as pissed as he is about being here, they're not in immediate danger. that should count for something. ) Guess you have to deal with it.

( just like all the other people wandering out into the rain. )

[deathkid]

[ something like a growl escapes nico as cain leans in, calling him princess once more. his eyes narrow and he leans in as well, not being afraid in any way of a challenge. though the mark on him denotes him as a sub, he doesn't think of himself like that at all, because he too often holds the lives of others in his hands. he's no princess. ]

That just means you do too.

[feck]

( so this is something there doing apparently. the only way cain would back down is if someone beat him at his own game, quite literally, and the pressure is just a little too exciting to ignore. good thing they'd ran into each other, or someone would have been missing out on an opportunity like this. the drugs make him a bit unsteady, but it doesn't take much to step into the small amount of space that separates them so he can grab the front of whatever nico's wearing and jerk him closer. )

Don't worry about me. ( his smirk is sharper now. ) There's nothin' to it.

[deathkid]

[ nico's been manhandled before, and worse off. facing down werewolves and titans, walking through tartarus... it all makes cain's smirk seem paltry in comparison. when your father is death, very little frightens you.

so he merely grips at whatever part of cain's shirt he can grasp and snarls back at him, flashing a deadly smirk of his own. ]

Yeah? You talk pretty big for a mortal. I bet you're afraid of the dark.

[ darkness which nico draws around them. if they're going to do this, he's not about to let others watch. ]

leeway

[insist]

[ Wow. Dis bitch. Rohan had no intention of actually asking anyone else for help, but he still doesn't like the sight of his partner lounging around on the couch while he's expected to do the work. He especially doesn't like being ordered around. ]

I see. It's a simple puzzle game, but I suppose even that's too difficult for some people to figure out.

[ Passive aggressive... ] Fine, continue to lie there, it's not like you would have been of much use anyway.

[feck]

( he knows this tactic. and well. too bad whoever this is isn't named abel because then it might have worked. possibly. either way, cain doesn't budge from his spot on the sofa; in fact, he just stretches out a little more to make himself comfortable. )

Go ahead. ( if he's so good at it, show him how smart he is. ) But I think they just want us to fuck.

( like every other place in this stupid city. )

[insist]

Is that so ... [ Somehow he was so focused on wanting to solve some puzzles he hadn't considered that? That's why his eyes go wide for a quick second, before he regains his composure and takes on that same dismissive tone. He has to look dignified at all times, okay, until he's suddenly ... not. ]

But I refuse. I, Kishibe Rohan, have never bent to the wills of others, and I don't intend to start today.

[ He's also a virgin with no friends who hates people, so he probably wouldn't even know what to do. Maybe there's a clue somewhere ... ]

[feck]

( he sees it, of course, that look on his face, and cain tips his head back, humming a little like he's too amused to actually comment on it yet. so either this one is shy or a virgin, and he's not sure if one's honestly better than the other. casually, he crosses his legs at the ankles and sinks deeper into the couch cushions. )

You better get used to it. That's all they want in a place like this. ( which really makes him want to laugh for hours. ) But take your time. You'll figure it out.

( and when it comes time for him to do something, he might actually follow through. )

[insist]

[ Even if he were experienced in sex, he hates doing the bidding of others on principle, so he still wouldn't go along with the city's whims very willingly. He doesn't intend to 'get used to it', thank you very much. ]

As I always have. And you'll thank me when I release us both. Or maybe I might just leave you inside.

[ But that's only said because he's feeling bitchy. He probably wouldn't do that. Probably. Rohan starts to look around for possible leads, poking and prodding around. Hhe picks up one of the whips and starts inspecting it. ]

[feck]

( the comment gets a raised eyebrow, but other than that, for now, cain is perfectly at ease just relaxing where he is. as if anyone could keep him some place he didn't want to be, though he figures this guy wouldn't be all that hard to take down regardless of his stature if he really tried to leave him in here. )

Let me know if you find something.

( it's a cocky sort of statement that reads he's not actually interested. of course, when rohan picks up the whip, his head tips back over the arm of the couch to give it a thorough once-over. he wants to laugh and kind of does. quietly. ) Is that gonna get us out of here?

arrival

[finethanks]

[It should be immediately clear once Eichi is actually grabbed that he's not the best source of information. He looks incredibly pale, a little dazed, and even if he continues to stand tall and act like he's calm in all of this, the hands he lifts to try and urge Cain's away are shaking just slightly.]

Ah, sorry, but could you not grab me so suddenly? You'll cause my clothes to wrinkle, and you've already created a scene, so it's a bit embarrassing. I've just arrived here myself, you see, so I'd like if I could be free to wait for the limo they said would arrive.

[feck]

( it's a thing he notices like sharks and blood in the water, the way he's shivering, gaze narrowing at whoever's speaking to him as though they're going to do something about the way he's grabbing onto them. his vision still hasn't quite cleared, thanks to whatever they'd gotten him with, but the blond hair immediately puts him at ease before he realizes it's not abel. his expression twists, and just to be contrary, cain doesn't let him go.

in fact, his grip tightens a little more. )

What are you gonna do if I don't? ( he doesn't care about embarrassing since there's really nothing to be embarrassed about. besides, the kind of environment he's used to, there's really no sense of personal space whatsoever. ) You're the one runnin' your mouth.

[finethanks]

[Oh, he did the opposite?

That's... strange, isn't it? Eichi is plenty used to situations escalating to this level, but he's also used to using words to worm his way out of getting too hurt. Threats, manipulation, any general abuse of his power. But here, he doesn't have all that much power, does he? Especially not with another dominant.]

There's nothing that I could do, is there? As you can already tell, my body is a weak thing that can't take much at all, so all I can do is wait your temper out. [He still puts on a smile, like it's all fine, moving a hand to rest completely over Cain's, but he doesn't actually push or try to pull free.]

However, isn't there more that we could accomplish if you'd release me? You seem as disoriented as I am. Perhaps more.

wildcard

[lavabend]

[ Parties! Bolin loves parties. He gets to meet all these new people, make a few friends, and if the noisy atmosphere puts him in good enough spirits, it might even be easy to stop thinking about how much he would rather be home. It's all an excellent distraction, and one that's more than welcome after the chaos in the streets only just a week ago. He's no longer ... on the nickelodeon network, so this means he can help himself to a quick drink, downing just enough to put him in higher spirits. (Not that he really needs alcohol to loosen up, since he seems to accomplish that on his own.)

Swayed by the bustling atmosphere, he goes around, chatting people up or pulling people onto the dance floor. ]

Hey! Do you know how to dance?

bolin nO

[feck]

( he doesn't have much interest in parties like this, and honestly, he has no idea how he got roped into it. a lot of people gathering in one spot probably. for all of cain's bravado, his curiosity is also piqued since there's never been a real opportunity to drink and dance out in the open. not when you're a soldier in the army at war with an alien race hellbent on destroying every last one of you. anyway, that doesn't matter, and he's having a drink of his own when some idiot wanders by and tries to drag him out into the center of the room with a bunch of other swaying idiots.

his grip on the glass tightens dangerously. )

Watch it! ( his expression is tense, a partial snarl because he was really liking that drink, but upon noticing the submissive mark on the other man, his lips quirk. ) I know a thing or two. ( but he's not talking about the same dance bolin's talking about. at all. )

[lavabend]

[ Okay. He does see that drink he almost destroyed, and for that, he does feel apologetic. Bolin probably also should have asked before he went tugging people onto the dance floor, but he's tipsy, and it's worked with other people so far. ]

Ooh. Sorry. Didn't see that drink there. It didn't spill ...? [ And he's grateful for that. He would feel so awful about it, otherwise. ]

So is that a 'yes' or 'no'? I'm not good with ambiguity. [ At first Cain looked ready to hit him, but now he looks just a little more receptive. Bolin's terrible at reading people to begin with; ambiguity just makes it worse. In any case he's perfectly fine with stepping off if the answer's a 'no'. ]

Arrival

[madetoram]

[Anger and confusion seem to be the most common reactions to arriving here. Still Masrur had not expected to feel someone grab onto him. He was ready to move away until he sees the man's face...he looks pretty rough. Looking at his face he tilts his head, clearly not minding the grip. Masrur was a large man and could handle more than a squeeze to the arm.]

...it's what this world is like.