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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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There seems to be so little holding this social balance in place, he can't understand why it hasn't fragmented into something much more bloody, vicious and real long before now.
But that's what he intends to find out. Just as he intends to find a way out of it all, and a way home, where there may be war and torture and endless, pointless death, but there are also the few things he still loves.
For now though, a drink, and a chance to watch who spills into and out of the bar. He's seen Eggsy down three drinks without their apparently touching the sides before he joins him, sliding onto the next stool. His accent is soft, french, his hand held up to stop the barman filling the request.]
Can I-?
[Leaning forward, he murmurs a name to the bartender, who nods and goes back to making the drink. Gabriel smiles.]
Forgive me, but if you're making this kind of commitment to a drink, it should be a better one.
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( Historically speaking, having a stranger park themselves on the barstool next to his own usually precedes a dirty fist-fight. While punching out his frustrations can be deeply cathartic Eggsy is in no mood for a fight tonight. He eyes the man sceptically, ready to turn away and leave him to his business— or rather, he would have turned away, had his order not been smoothly interrupted and transformed into something else on the strength of a single murmur. )
Sorry, who the fuck are you?
( In other words: no, he can not. Eggsy sits up properly as he gives the man a quick once-over from head to toe. There's an easy confidence to him that reminds him of Harry— he seems sure of both himself and his superior taste— which pinches Eggsy's brow into a little frown as he gestures towards the bartender. )
I liked what I was drinkin'— I'll have the same again, like I said.
( Amber, spicy, relatively inexpensive when compared to the rest of the drinks menu. Old habits die hard, and for all Eggsy's recent introduction to the world of expensive Scotch he doesn't feel comfortable ordering such stately drinks for himself. Unfortunately for him, the bartender seems to have chosen selective deafness over customer service. Perhaps he approves of the new man and his recommendation, perhaps he simply doesn't like Eggsy, but it's enough to leave him feeling well and truly ruffled. )
... Or not. ( Honestly. This fucking place. He raises an eyebrow at the man. ) So you just go around changin' people's drinks orders, yeah?
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So there's that, and the fact that he really does know his alcohol well.]
Only when I think they look like they could use something better in their day.
[Being a scant inch from getting told to fuck off doesn't seem to have phased Gabriel at all. He looks like he belongs where he is: another gift. Somehow whatever he's wearing - and today it's a button down, faintly creased with wear and open at the neck, tucked into trousers rather than jeans - he could find a way to seem like he fitted in with the highest or lowest of society. He's hard to label, and it seems to be what he prefers.]
Or perhaps I mistook the very fine glare you were giving your glass for disapproval. If you don't like it, I'll buy you another measure of the dragon's piss you were drinking, how's that?
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Maybe I just like dragon's piss. What then?
( Not his finest retort, admittedly, but then he's not too bothered about what this guy thinks of his personal taste. For the most part he's simply relieved that he doesn't appear to be fixing for a fight, unless he'd expected a wildly over-the-top reaction to cutting in and tampering with his order. Still, Eggsy remains vaguely wary of his intentions, and he considers him for a moment or two longer before waving a careless hand at the bottles behind the bar. )
Whatever. If you're payin', I'll drink it.
( ... But not too wary, it seems. Eggsy's had a spectacularly strange day and he's already feeling the hazy warmth from his previous drinks licking around his fingertips; he wants to drink, not spend the night bickering with some guy he's never met before. Perhaps there's something to be said for picking one's battles— which, he notes with a huff, echoes around the back of his mind in Harry's precise tone of voice. He leans an elbow on the polished wood in front of him and drops his chin onto his palm. )
So, you never told me who the fuck you are.
( Which definitely isn't how a Kingsman should parse it, but he'll find a way to live with himself. )
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[He nods to the glass the bartender's set down, next to a matching twin for Gabriel. He's even matched the triple measure - it still sets him three behind Eggsy's pace, and that's just for as long as he's been watching him drink. Gabriel tends not to get drunk to cope with his problems, it's too close to his father's preferred method, and he's made a promise to himself to never end up a wreck of a man like him. But he has a good tolerance for alcohol that perhaps he should thank his father for, he can keep up with most people before starting to feel significant effects.
All of which is to say he doesn't have much of a coping strategy of his own anymore, and maybe that's something he should be working on. For now, he'll observe Eggsy's.]
I'm Gabriel. [Pronounced the French way, like the girl's name, not the angel. He smiles mildly.] And who the fuck are you?
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( Gabriel, because why not? A fancy name to match his fancy attitude, which at the very least makes some kind of sense. Eggsy inspects the glass that appears before him, as though he somehow expected a joke drink along the lines of a strawberry daiquiri, then lifts it off the neatly folded napkin and gives it a little sniff. Huh, he thinks. Could be worse. )
Eggsy.
( He tilts his glass in a sarcastic toast and swallows a sip of the fragrant liquor. It's a good deal smoother than what he was drinking, with a more complex flavour palette to boot, and the pleasantly smoky aftertaste follows the burn right down into his belly. If his previous drink was dragon's piss then this is akin to liquid fire, and he makes an approving noise in the back of his throat before licking a drop off his lips. )
... Yeah, I s'pose this ain't so bad.
( Which is all the thanks Gabriel is getting, for the time being. Eggsy enjoys another little nip— it's flavourful enough that even he realises it deserves more than his more traditional 'down in one'— and swirls the contents around the glass a couple of times before setting it down on the bar. )
How come you're here by yourself? ( That is, assuming he's there alone. ) Or are you new here an' all?
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It's my second day.
[He eyes up his own glass before downing a good half of it in a single swallow, his own premature answer to any question of how've you found it so far. So much for little nips being the sophisticated way to drink.
It's a strange, fucked up world. And it's less of either than what he's come from, in some ways.]
I went to an introductory session, but I didn't know the etiquette for asking a table out for dinner. Do you sit with them or at them?
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( Eggsy raises an eyebrow at Gabriel's deep swallow (so it's like that, is it) then snorts at his question of tables and etiquette. Honestly, his own introductory session had left him with more queries than concrete answers, and he's still not entirely certain how he's supposed to navigate the less conventional elements of the caste system. All he knows is that people-furniture is going to be a hard pass from him. )
I'd just sit by my fuckin' self. ( A shrug accompanies his reply, but there's a tell-tale tug of amusement visible on his lips. ) Reckon it's gonna be easier that way.
( From what he gathers it won't last. The place is designed to bring Dominants and Submissives together in contracted harmony, after all, but for the time being he's going to let himself pretend he can exist in the periphery of society. The luxurious, Up-town periphery. )
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I've been thinking about it. I mean, the best way to get by here, not how to seduce a table.
[Particularly since, from what he's gathered, there's no real seduction necessary. Not for those who don't want to, anyway. It must be a real gift for the charmless, the violent, those who are already used to unearned privilege, to have walked through the door and been handed a gift tied in a bow marked dominant.
Now there's no effort required. They can demand, people will obey. Maybe it's the black witch in him, but something about that kind of obedience prickles under Gabriel's skin.
He puts on a good show of privilege himself, for someone who's spent the last few years feeding himself through petty theft and sleeping under any number of poor excuses for a roof. It's nice to be given a life of ease and luxury, however much he'd rather be home sleeping in caves again. But he can't imagine forcing someone to live it with him.
He glances up.]
You realise that, whatever they call us, you and I are submissives too, of course?
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( Eggsy knocks back a bigger mouthful of his drink at the sudden deviation in Gabriel's line of questioning. Yes, it hasn't escaped him that they're effectively all having to submit to the powers that be; they're just the lucky pampered pets who've been chosen (probably at random) to benefit more from the distribution of privileges. Eggsy's never taken a class in anthropology but even he recognises it as Society 101: create a divide between the people, claim there might be a way to bridge the gap, and watch them fall into order. )
An' I was just startin' to like you, Gabriel. ( A wry smile touches Eggsy's lips. ) Didn't know you was a philosopher, though, did I.
( Gabriel's been thinking about it. Eggsy hasn't been thinking about it. If he's honest with himself, he hasn't got a fucking clue how he's supposed to do well with the hand he's been dealt, but if there's one thing he's relatively good at? Yeah, it's finding his feet, especially when it seems to be somewhat against the odds. )
So what's your plan then? For survivin'. Play along for a bit an' see where it gets you, or start the revolution soon as you can?
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[He can't look like a revolutionary with those wide eyes he's just turned full-beam on Eggsy, surely. And if it's exactly what he is then no one here needs to know. He'd be happy with a quiet life, he just doesn't believe those exist anymore.
And his plan's certainly to play along for a bit, there's no sense showing your hand before the game's even started. But there are still rules he can set for himself, to avoid too bitter a taste in his mouth from going along with it. Those are what he's working out, now.]
I was thinking more about a plan for fucking, for now. [He says it quietly, but quite casually.] We're their submissives in that we have to fuck on command, but we have some say in how and who that others don't.
[He leans one elbow on the bar, and rests his head against the bridge of his hand. It really is something he's been weighing up all day.]
Then is it better to look for submissives who want to fuck us, to prevent them having to fuck someone they don't, or to fuck people on equal terms and pay lip service to contract side of things? I could write a contract for someone to come in once a day to do my dishes without feeling too bad.
[He's tidy but lazy, okay?]
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( It might be wise to let himself get used to people discussing their sex lives like it's the weather. Eggsy's initial instinct is to make a loud, silly comment and divert the conversation to something else: he'll talk about shagging with his friends, sure, but Gabriel is still a stranger, and debating the practicalities of how to fuck is still a foreign idea to him. That said, he recognises that their situation is ... unique, and that it might be worth actually giving it some thought before wading on in.
He frowns into his glass, then drains the rest of it with a hum of rough approval. )
... That second one sounds best to me.
( Call him old fashioned, but Eggsy doesn't much care for the idea of someone being contracted to fuck him. That isn't to say he's opposed to the idea of two friends helping each other out (if he meets a sub who likes him then he might change his tune) but he'd still much rather fuck as equals, without a dark cloud hanging over the bed. )
The dishes thing ain't a bad idea, either. I'll just tell 'em my kink's havin' my flat tidied up.
( Of course, for some people that really is their kink, but Eggsy grins all the same. It's an elegant solution to a tricky problem. )
Anyway, it's better to fuck someone you like, yeah? Or who you hate. ( He waves for another round of drinks— the same again, thank you Gabriel— and wobbles a little with the motion as he loosens the top button of his shirt. ) It's that middle ground that's properly shit, where you sort of feel like you have to, even if you don't want to.
( And that's what the contracts would be like, isn't it? )
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For all that sex doesn't mean the same thing to him as love, he's still barely scraping twenty and hasn't had time to build up calluses where his affections should be. So if he's talking about fucking it's because he's dwelling on the whole thing more than he'd like.
So he hiccups a laugh, genuine and grateful at the whole tidying kink comment, starting to nod through the rest and then... pausing, his eyebrows lifted curiously.]
Do you often fuck people you hate?
[His focus is pulled for a second by the delicate work of Eggsy's fingers pushing through buttons at his collar, smile quirking a little at the thought of it.]
Why?
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( Eggsy just shrugs. )
Yeah, sometimes, if we hate each other the right way. It's just ... I dunno, fun.
( It's not a big deal to him. Eggsy's happy to have sex as long as there's a thrill of emotion involved, whether it's joy, humour, or sparks of dislike that end up culminating in a messy orgasm. Relationships haven't really been a thing up to this point in his life, and they'd be even more difficult to maintain now that he's a Kingsman— although he will need to call Princess Tilde when he's back in the real world to see if she'd be interested in round two. )
More fun than with someone you don't give a shit about either way, y'know?
( But maybe that's just him ... or maybe it's just the alcohol, loosening his tongue and making it easier to put voice to his thoughts. He smiles broadly when fresh drinks are set in front of them and slides one closer to Gabriel. )
Unless that ain't your thing. S'fair enough, if my mate Rox was here she'd be rollin' her eyes at me right about now.
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His second thought is that maybe witches, like him, don't really understand it. The hate Gabriel has known has been a black, cold thing, too repulsive to be brought into the bedroom. He thinks of hate and thinks of pressing the muzzle of his gun against a girl's forehead while she begged. He thinks of the hunters who hate him, and what their hate has made him do.
But maybe the hate he should be thinking of is the kind that matches love in its passion. Hate like a fire, not like ice. That sort of thing isn't uncommon at all among black witches, look at all the crimes of passion along family lines.
He doesn't process all this aloud, of course. He's a spy, not an informant, but he slides his glass closer to him and perhaps his eyes turn a shade darker as he drinks and lets it burn.]
I've wanted to fuck someone I was furious with, before. [He shares this intimacy so as not to share any of the rest.] I could have put him through a door or fucked him through it and I think it would have been just as satisfying.
[He ends that with a small smile, flicking a glance across at Eggsy like it's a question: is that what you mean?]
Is there someone still at home you like - or hate? [He fills in the blank with an answer he's almost sure won't fit.] Your mate Rox?
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Like I said, only works if you hate each other the right way.
( But at least Gabriel understands what he's getting at. Might even be easier with a guy: Eggsy's never done that but he can vaguely understand the appeal, and while he's never really given sexuality a though he supposes there's a fair few men he with whom could have swapped 'putting through a door' for fucking. It's just ... yeah. Not really the done thing, around where he grew up.
He's mulling that over when Gabriel distracts him with his hilarious speculation about Roxy. The fact that he immediately bursts out laughing should be answer enough, and he knocks back a mouthful of his drink before tossing Gabriel a drunkenly sunny grin. )
Nah, not Roxy. I'm gonna tell her you said that one day, though. Just 'cause it'll make her laugh.
( His thoughts wander to Tilde, and he wonders if a hurried adrenaline fuck in fancy jail cell counts as 'liking' her yet. )
Dunno if I like anyone. I hate loads of people but I wouldn't wanna fuck 'em. ( His shoulder lifts in a brief shrug. ) What about you?