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duplicitymemes2018-10-14 04:38 pm
duplicitymods) wrote in 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!! |
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Robin doesn't flinch. maybe it's because he's so startled that he can't move? her fingers are cool on his hot skin. they catch in some of his hair as he's pulled down while his breath catches in his throat, quiet.
it's an act, sure. but he's not used to a proximity this small. or a voice so near his ear. if he backtracks now, it'll be for nothing. his body's natural reaction was to grip her waist after being pulled down, but he doesn't know he's doing it until he flexes his fingers and the soft material of her forest green dress is felt.
this is an opening move? he exhales, right against her shoulder.]
... Sure. Yeah, that's fine. [she smells like something sweet and clean. he closes his eyes, trying to remember something.] And this should be a good enough response to convince anyone watching.
[his hand moving to the small of her back, fingers pressed lightly into the muscle before he draws her chest closer to his front. his head turns on her shoulder, towards her neck, and a bit of her brown hair tickles his forehead.]
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And, since he asked so nicely before, she takes the opportunity to loosen his tie with neat, short tugs, leaving it loose around his shoulders as she starts to toy with his buttons as well, popping them open one by one. She's polite enough to stop where his usual outfit dips down, somewhere in the region of his solar plexus.]
I don't know how to fake a hickey, sorry.
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it's all an act, a rehearsal, but that doesn't make the loud drumming of his heart fake. calm down.]
... Weird thing to apologize for. [but it's enough for him to gather his wits. carefully, he eases away with his hair a little more tousled and his expression a little less composed. the space between them remains small with her hands still settled on his buttons.
and his still on her waist.]
Maybe we should save this for when we need to use it.
[so he doesn't.
do something stupid.]
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[She says it earnestly and without hesitation, a faint, warm smile on her lips just in case he's more ill at ease than he's letting on.]
I wish I had thought to wear lipstick tonight. That smears easily enough...
[Nibbles on her lower lip, turning thoughtful.]
When did you want to head out?
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he hasn't done anything stupid yet but he feels stupid. why isn't she red in the face? she's thinking about how to make this as authentic looking as she can and he's thinking of that same faint smile with red.
alright. seriously, he needs to calm down. he's the picture of calm.
don't nibble? on your lip??]
What? [now? to get away? but he's sure there's more information on how this place works. or at least some liquor he could enjoy while he's here.]
... As soon as I can get the chief of staff off my ass. Every time they see me they're telling me to refill my tray.
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[Honestly, with a Submissive at hand she's planning on dragging him to a grocery store of some sort before letting him go and making sure he has as much as he'll let her give him. But, here and now, she leans in again, grinning a bit conspiratorially.]
As a Submissive 'server' "a Dominant told me to" are pretty much blank checks for you to cash, you know?
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it's obvious who is the Submissive here, even without the tattoo on display.
as subtly as he can, he takes a breath while she leans in.
only to huff it back out in a small laugh. it makes her bangs flutter.]
Thanks for the tip. [he'll definitely use it.
he might have met Hakuno before Ritsuka, but she reminds him of his new Master. in that she wants to help as much as she can, despite being a normal girl.]
One thing at a time, huh? Besides, I'm sure if you order your new Submissive to steal food then it should be easy.
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[The look in her eye is almost impish.]
This is supposed to be complimentary, anyways. I'm just... properly enjoying what they've been kind enough to offer, and you're helping me.
[She taps his collarbone, light as a feather.]
Anything else on your agenda for the evening, since I've signed on as your alibi?
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Right, right.
[he'll play along, though. he's managed to relax a little though her body is still tight against his, a hand still lays on her back, and she's tapping at his bare skin.]
Mm? Ah, well, you don't have to help with anything else. I know the reason behind the party is messed up, but it'll look weird if you're not enjoying yourself and stick out. You don't have to spend it all with me.
[translation: he doesn't think she would enjoy spending time with him.]
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[She tilts her head and peers up at him through her mussed bangs keenly, keeping a sharp eye out for any rejection he can't directly verbalize. She doesn't want to be a bother, but she also doesn't want to let go of somebody who recognizes her just yet.
Having him this close isn't familiar, but it's...
It's nice. Comforting. On the subject of closeness, though...]
Oh, this scent...
[She leans in, inhaling faintly.]
Are you a smoker, Robin?
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not. in his way. not really. if anything she's been as helpful to him as he's seen her be with everyone. it's just disorienting she wants to be around him at all given their history. shouldn't she be, like, more cautious? or is it the whole keep your friends close and your enemies closer?
he sighs, about to open his mouth and say "yeah, sure, why not" because of those looks, pained and lost, she had on her face earlier but.
she's leaning in again and she really needs to stop doing that.
he seems to sag again at such an innocent question. a hand reaches up between them to pinch her nose together.]
Don't smell me. Are you some kind of dog? [even though he did the same damn thing a minute ago.] Yeah. Every now and then. Why?
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[Yeah, she caught you on that, Mr. Hypocrite.
She gently tugs loose from that grip, flicking the open skin on his chest chidingly.]
Should we stock up on those for you too, tonight? I don’t know how it goes for Heroic Spirits, but it’s tough for normal people when they end up quitting cold turkey, right? This place is stressful enough without having to deal with that too. You deserve a way to unwind from it.
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he averts his gaze, scowling off to the side. reaching up to rub his chest when she flicks it before he's dragging his eyes back to her. reluctantly.]
Huh?
[then, he's looking confused about this kind of consideration. he thought she might say it's bad for him or that it makes him smell bad.
not that he deserves to continue on having his bad habits.]
Hey. Shouldn't you, uh, be trying to stop me from smoking? Not offering to buy me cigarettes? Or telling me to find a better way to relieve stress?
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[She squints up at him.]
You’re... a Heroic Spirit. I don’t think a few cigarettes are going to make you sick.
[On account of, you know... having already died.]
At this point, I think it’s fine to do as you please. As long as you’re not chain-smoking around children or pregnant women or people with weak lungs, I don’t see the harm in it. And if it does somehow harm you, I’ve got plenty of Code Casts to spare. So, I don’t think it’s terrible to have a habit like that, if it relaxes you. ...this is a very specific exemption, though. I would never encourage some average human to do this.
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lucky.]
Just calling me a Servant is fine. [not only is he not a Heroic Spirit, but he's also been feeling weird since he got here. all of his senses are dulled. a few cigarettes might actually make him feel sick. he doesn't know.
he won't be chain-smoking around children, pregnant women, or people with weak lungs.]
Anyway, you're nice but you're probably too nice. Spend that money on something better, not on me. You know, like something for yourself?
[he gets the feeling she does a lot for others but not much for herself.]
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Are can I call Servant even without a Master or a contract? Is that how it works?
[The Moon Cell had summoned Top Servants itself, but she's a little unclear on where exactly the line is drawn.]
I can do that any time. I don't need much to stay happy.
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his eyes raise heavenward, tone exasperated.]
You're worrying too much about the small stuff. [just like Dan. it's bittersweet.] I'm telling you it's fine if you call me a Servant.
[looks like he was right about her not doing much for herself.]
Would that be someone saying you look nice every now and then? [with her beaming and warm smiles, since.
yet he knew it couldn't have just been that. unless her self-confidence was terrible and someone insulted her dress just before he ran into her.]
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It's... a bit awkward to say, but—]
It's more... somebody knowing me on sight. Thanks to the magic of different timelines, most of the people I recognize these days, don't actually recognize me back. ...even the version of Nero here is a stranger to me.
[She manages a smile, though.]
Though, it was sweet of you to say that. Thank you.
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his tongue is abruptly ten sizes too big. there's a slight widening to his eyes, too. he didn't expect her to explain what would make her happy. he was just being blasé about it all.
turns out being remembered makes her happy.]
Oh. Uh, yeah. Just... telling it like it is.
[a hand rubs at the bottom of his face, eyes darting away. face warming. NOT SMOOTH.
but that emperor. forgetting Hakuno? while he remembered? the world is quite unfair.]
Hey, she might come around and remember you. I arrived here with a pretty bad headache, myself. Maybe her head got jostled around a bit too much.
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[She pats his chest. It was kind of him to try easing the blow, but Hakuno's life is characterized by meeting misfortune, acknowledging it, and soldiering ever onwards.
She'll survive this. It will hurt, but she's born worse pain before. She'll find a way to accept this, though it may take a while.]
When circumstances permit it, you're actually kind of a sweetheart, aren't you?
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animated as ever. to his frustration.
the muscles in his shoulders tense and the warmth spreads all over his body.]
Wha──! [she just. someone he tried to kill, multiple times.
called him a sweetheart. he's speechless. he's been complimented on his cunning, his tricks, his stealth.
that he can take in stride.]
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distressed and embarrassed, he rubs at his face.]
... Man, I get it. I get why that emperor would be the one you summoned, now.
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...you can tell something like that?
[She's stunned, intrigued, and a little impressed by just how deep that blush goes.]
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Nero is merely very simple on the surface. her desires and her wants are written plainly. right there, on her red and gold-stitched sleeves.
he saw it in America, if he hadn't realized it on the god damn moon.]
Yeah. A Master has something that draws their Servant to them. It's just obvious what yours is.
[praise and praise and praise.
praise, even for someone like him.]
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But he's welcome to discover that in his own time.]
I can't really imagine a common thread between us. I was just... so utterly relieved back at the beginning, that somebody heard me calling out and decided to take my hand at all.
[Her eyes drift close for a moment, her voice even quieter than usual. When she looks up again, her eyes are large and dark—dark like soul-deep bruises, swelling with nostalgia.]
But, in retrospect it's really easy to see how you and Sir Blackmore ended up paired off. So maybe you have a point.
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i am so sorry for this
never apologize
i didn't come here expecting to be in this much pain
man same
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