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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!! |
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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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things she really shouldn't be telling him.
what can he do when she's got her fingers wrapped around his tie and looking up at him with doe eyes?
he will blanch. that she thinks it easy to see how well he paired up with Dan Blackmore.]
Hah? There couldn't be a guy less suited for me. Are you sure we're thinking of the same naggy old man? All hung up on chivalry and knighthood?
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[It couldn't be clearer to her, honestly.]
Because, though your execution and approaches clashed, the fact of the matter is, you were both men who took up dangerous and thankless tasks for the sake of what you yourselves wanted to protect. Disregarding fame or fortune, and clutching desperately to your own values no matter what others' might be, you both always did as much as you could, and then some.
[Plus, you know. Snipers. But that's a bit of a mood-breaker.]
It's kind of like that saying about fathers and sons, I guess; 'the more alike they are, the more they clash.'
i am so sorry for this
how could he ever tell the man he was wrong?
as for Robin, he knew his own virtues were childish and naive. yet they clung to him anyway. a thorn in his side. it wasn't Robin who kept his virtues, they just wouldn't leave him alone.
his throat moves and he swallows thick. without a collar blocking half of his throat, she may see the tattoo that runs down his chest move with the motion.]
He had no reason to look upon me as a son.
[he says it quietly, then sighs. loud. tired. he's no protector, and he's no Heroic Spirit. his hands plant on her shoulders, easing her back. something physical to put between them as Robin scrambles to find distance again because she's dug too deep.]
Allow me to tell you about a common thread between you and your Servant. You meddle in business that's not your own. Both of you have always got a comment about something or other. That Saber wanted to be acknowledged by you as badly as you want to be remembered. She was as glad to have your attention as you were to have yours. Spend it on her, instead. Tell her about everything she wanted to protect. While you're at it, tell her how she always did her best.
[about that mood breaker. he steps back, turns, and lifts his hand in a wave.]
Forget about being my Dominant. I'll figure something else out. Maybe I'll jump out the third story window.
[strange how the physical distance didn't make him flinch nearly as hard as the emotional one.]
never apologize
In this moment, the only thing she can think to do, the only way she can think to keep him from leaving, is to cut herself as deeply as she's accidentally hurt him as repentence.]
...she doesn't want me.
[It's a small, miserable confession in a small, miserable voice as she catches his sleeve.]
It's her voice, and face, and mannerisms, but... she doesn't know me. She doesn't... want me.
i didn't come here expecting to be in this much pain
he doesn't care if Saber doesn't want Hakuno. he doesn't care if he knows the feeling of not being wanted, either. it's her problem and he's done more than enough by reassuring her it would be fine. she would remember eventually. it's Nero.
he doesn't want her to bleed her heart out for him when she already put the knife in his.
a loud sigh but he turns towards her, scowling.]
You said you contracted with someone here, didn't you? So? What about that Servant? Don't they mean anything? They want you, right? I get it. You miss her. No, you miss the Saber that knows you. But it's not fair of you to focus so much on one person when someone else is right under your nose.
man same
[They were both a bit out of their usual minds, thanks to the Tumenalia craze, and—]
Also, there, uh. There was kind of a gun involved? It's... it's a little complicated. He and I need to figure some things out, certainly, but... we're still getting to know each other, too. ...I only just saw her today. ...here.
[Hence the freshness of her pre-champagne misery.]
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the hand she's not holding the sleeve of comes up and presses to his face. he groans into it. what the fresh goddamn hell has this girl gotten herself into this time?]
You're a seriously unfortunate girl, do you know that? What is your luck? E Rank? Negative rank?
[she probably knows.]
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Assassin only using Hakuno for a mana source. realistic, but it rubs him the wrong way for some reason. Nero's memory loss might just be the cherry on top that broke her.]
I did see her before I ran into you. She accused me of mistaking her for someone else. Yeah. Right. As if I could do that.
[even with all the Saberfaces. he pauses.]
──Aah, look. It'll get easier with time. You can either avoid her altogether or let Saber get to know you again. It's up to you.
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[Unless you mistake her for an alternate timeline version of herself, naturally.]
And... you're right. I know those are the options laid out for me, I just—
[Hurt.]
I just need to readjust. In a way, this is... a lot harder than just knowing she's waiting at home. Before—it didn't feel good, not getting recognized by Archer or Lancer. But even if they fought at my side eventually, they weren't... they come and go as they please, back in the Moon Cell. It's different with her.
[She sighs, soft and a little tired.]
...you're one of exactly two people who already know me, to put things in perspective. The other one is Gilgamesh.
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on the other hand, the Golden King is here too. he can't believe he's managed to avoid him for this long.
not once has Robin asked about her feelings on all this. it pours out of her anyway without prompt. even her feelings on him and Dan. which, turns out, he's not going to address anymore. but not many people are so open about their feelings.
or maybe it's just because he's so closed-off about his own.
he realizes something with her emptying her heart out to him.]
Well. That definitely explains why you hugged me that way even though I was your enemy. [he's not going anywhere. not anymore, but he's wondering if that's the same reason Hakuno hasn't released his sleeve.]
From what I figured out about you, you're an adaptable girl. The toughest hits are the ones that strike you in the heart. But even those can heal, right? Hmmmm, I don't really want to say to let Assassin heal that blow. They sound like a real piece of work. So, maybe, I don't know-- [he's shit at this. what is he doing.] Even though Saber was the one to cause it, she may be the best person to numb that pain. Help you readjust. The more you're around something, the more you get used to it.
[...]
These are just words from a failure of a Heroic Servant, though. You would probably get better advice from someone else.
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