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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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[ he always thought yelling was supposed to be cathartic, but he really just feels worse. more importantly, he can't just sit here and let Ignis wallow miserably in guilt that isn't his to carry. with his temper cooling, Noctis slides over to sit closer, bumps one of his knees up against Ignis', hoping that the proximity might at least pull him out of his head just a little. this is a lot easier with Prompto, honestly. can he hug Ignis? would that be weird? ]

... Maybe what? [ it strikes a discordant note in Noctis' thoughts. there shouldn't be a maybe. why would Ignis be thinking about defeating Ardyn, when he wouldn't even know what Ardyn really is yet? even if he did, why would he feel the need to destroy the Scourge when that's what Noctis was born to do? ]

Nothing's happened with Ardyn yet.

[ that is by far the worst lie he's ever tried to tell. it doesn't even sound convincing to him. ]

[The casual touch is enough to at least get Ignis to look at him. So Noct doesn't know the the prophecy yet? Of course, Ignis only knows because of Pryna. He shakes his head.]

Adrenaline. It was just adrenaline. I just wanted to save my...my friend..

[Ignis, in this moment, is the worst liar in existence. ]

[ okay. cool. they're both just going to lie about a bunch of things, that's fine. Noctis is way too tired now to even press the issue, and bringing up secrets is a double-edged sword. so he just sighs, this huge exhale that must be all the air in his lungs, like maybe it'll clear his head along with it — and he tips himself, sideways, into Ignis. just leans full-bodied against him. he has decided this is less weird than a hug. ]

Okay. As the only one of us that has actually lived through all that, I get the final say. [ this is his King voice, which is the same as his plain old stubborn voice. ] And the say is: no sacrifices. None.

[ he really wishes there were a way he could explain how deeply pointless they are without revealing his fate. ]

We can even make it a deal. You promise not to throw your life away for me, ever, and I'll...

[ he makes a face. ] I don't know. I'll eat vegetables? Ugh, no, that price is way too high. What do you want instead?

[That earns Noct at least a small, sad smile. That normalcy was making his heart ache... And when he was asked what he wanted instead, he couldn't stop himself from answering honestly.]

Don't go somewhere I can't follow.

[ ouch. Ignis really does always manage to find the mark. and that isn't something Noctis can avoid, so he has to make a decision, right now, whether he's going to lie outright about this. and he has to stick with that decision. he's going to be here, seeing Ignis day-to-day, Ignis from a moment right on the precipice of everything falling apart, and — he wants, more than anything, for Ignis to stay the way he is now.

he's quiet for just a little too long, and then he smiles. ]

Sure. Deal. [ he fakes a yawn; it turns into a real one halfway through. ] Just letting you know, if this ride takes much longer, I am gonna fall asleep on you.

[Ignis knows Noct. He knows when Noct is hiding something. He also knows when Noct needs time. Noct just needs time now, and maybe, later, he'll be able to confide in Ignis. For now, he pats Noct's knee.]

Almost there. Although...there is one thing I must warm you about.

[ he'd probably be on edge if anyone else said that. but he trusts Ignis deeply and implicitly with just about everything, so he doesn't tense up, doesn't even bat an eyelash. whatever the problem is, they'll deal with it, surely. ]

Well, that's never good. [ he rubs at his eyes and yawns again. ] What's up?

Well...

[Ignis scratches his neck nervously. He was never really what you would call a casanova at home...Noct never knew about the few flings he did have...so his current situation might be a surprise for his oldest friend.]

I have two people living with me. That I've....been involved with. They probably won't be there now...but...I thought you should know.

[ definitely not what he was expecting. Ignis said he's been popular around here, sure, but that's... maybe it's just weird to consider because Noctis is used to having all of Ignis' attention. he's always known Ignis was probably the smoothest out of the four of them, but he was so fixated on his role that partners were never something that came into the picture, as far as Noctis knows. ]

Wow. Okay. [ he's teasing, though, and he laughs. ] Didn't realise I was keeping such a hot commodity to myself all those years.

[ it's a little weird to think about. not just that it's Ignis, but — two people. Noctis has always been faced with a traditional future. he's expected to get married to a woman, play house for the media's spotlight, have kids to succeed the throne. relationships in general are already far enough out of his ballpark, so unconventional ones are even more so. ]

Thanks for the heads up. [ Ignis knows how bad he is with strangers, after all. although— ] I can meet them eventually, if you want? I mean, if they're important to you, and I'm gonna be hanging around, then... Uh, just— let me know if you need me to clear out.

If I may be honest...I fear I have given in to this city's structure a bit too much. I also fear I was trying to drown my guilt in...well...physical relations.

[Noct is the one person he doesn't want to hate him. Noct still means everything to Ignis, and it's very hard to ignore that feeling. He's not sure what is going to happen, now that his center of focus was back.]

I'm not sure what's going to happen. I really shouldn't be so casually...giving myself to people...but...I... if I could be useful to someone, even as a warm body, I took it. Because I thought you were...I thought I had failed...

[ he's not used to Ignis being this out of sorts. even after Altissia, he just got... distant. he was quiet and a little cold, even to Noctis, but he never wavered up until he had to admit that he couldn't do the things he used to. Noctis has never really had to be the pillar of support before. he's fairly certain he's terrible at it, but he can try. he can definitely try for Ignis. ]

Hey. [ he's already plastered up against Ignis hip to hip, so he just jabs a finger into his side to cut that miserable line of thinking short. ] We're fine. I'm alive and I don't even have a scratch on me, so the guilt trip is over.

[ can it be that easy, please. can he chip away at that guilt, or meliorate it somehow, just by making it done. that part is hard enough to deal with without whatever his time in this city has done to Ignis on top of it. because if Ignis is shaken, he thinks, if things are such a mess that even Ignis is losing a little of his composure, then it must be a lot worse than he's seen so far just by glimpsing the surface of it. ]

And from the sounds of things, I can't blame you for getting messed up by this place. I mean, it sucks. Like. Sex three times a month, right? [ he gives a forced laugh, thin and nervous. it still feels like it's not quite real, and he can't process the fact that it's something he's going to have to do. ] I don't think anyone's in a position to judge.

[Ignis flinches at that jab, but it does make him smile. He looks Noct over, just to make sure, and he's right. Not a scratch of hair out of place. He knows he's being quite ridiculous, and to make Noct worry is the last thing he should ever do.]

I just fear what it says about me, I suppose. I've already met my quota twi-

[Ignis sputters as he catches himself telling Noctis entirely too much.]

Anyway, this is our stop. About time, right?

[ Ignis cuts himself off but it's too late, and Noctis absolutely did not want to know this information, but now he does, apparently, and he has to know it forever. he sits upright with an indignant noise, tries to arrange his expression into something mock-outraged instead of just mortified. ]

Holy shit. I'm pretending I didn't hear that! [ he starts pushing Ignis insistently towards the door as if that's going to fix what has been burned into his brain. and here he thought hearing Gladio flirt with girls was bad. ] Get out of the damn car, Casanova.

[Ignis laughs as he pushed out of the car. He holds the door open for Noct, still laughing.]

I apologize, Noct. Apparently, being able to cook is sexy, here.

[ Noctis yelps and pretends to cover his ears as he follows Ignis out of the car. ] Shut up! I get it! You're hot shit and we're ungrateful peasants who took your whole— sex appeal thing for granted!

[ yeah, sure, if he thinks about it objectively, it's pretty sweet to watch Ignis cook, the same way it is to watch him fight. he's good at it. he's got... good hands. Noctis has had that thought before. but Ignis has been cooking for him since they were kids, and it's weird beyond words to think of someone else watching that everyday routine and finding it— sexy. augh.

he shoves his hands in his pockets, slouched and grumbling. ] Sexy. I'm eating nothing but cup noodles for the rest of my life.

Noct, you hurt my feelings. Please don't stop eating my cooking. I learned for you, after all.

[Ignis flashes him a smile as he leads him to the hotel where he was staying. He presses the call elevator button, feeling more at ease than he has in a while.]

I will try not to mention it anymore. I promise.

Yeah, please. Tone down your overpowering sexual energy.

[ as mortifying as this conversation is, it is fun, at least. Noctis hasn't felt this relaxed in a long time either; he hasn't talked this much, or really laughed at all. and it's a good distraction, too, from the city and all its bindings (bad choice of words) looming overhead that he'll have to deal with sooner rather than later.

when they get in the elevator, he heaves a melodramatic sigh and puts a hand to his chest like he's deeply, truly dismayed. ]

Nobody else caters to my super specific dietary requirements, so I guess you're still the only one I can trust.

Your special dietary requirements will be the death of me, but I shall die with a smile on my face.

[The elevator comes and Ignis leads him in, pressed 41 on the panel.]

I haven't been able to get the blood stains out of my carpet. Please don't be alarmed by them.

Uh, I'm sorry, the what?

[ what the hell does that mean, don't be alarmed. he's already alarmed!! ]

[Ignis sighs and shakes his head. He lifts an arm and pulls up a sleeve, showing what looked like he was scratched up by a large cat.]

You just missed a hellish celebration around here. Tumenalia. It made everyone lose their minds...But I was healed. These won't leave scars.

[ how does this place just keep getting worse. he frowns over the scratches, concerned more about the fact that something managed to hurt Ignis more than anything. he's got the personal experience to know it's not easy to land a hit on him. ]

Yikes. You look like you got mauled by a coeurl. [ he holds up a hand and wiggles his fingers: ] You want a potion? The royal hammerspace has arrived.

[ in fact, he probably has a bunch of ingredients sitting around in there that he can dump on Ignis now. it's not like Noctis is using them. ]

Close, honestly.

[He thinks about it for a moment. The potions don't really do much for older wounds, do they? Well, it can't hurt to try...And then he thinks about something even more important...]

A potion might be nice, But, Noct. My Liege. Do you know what I really desire? What I want more than anything?

[ uhhhh. he looks off to the side and kind of— digs through the arsenal like it's going to give him the answer. ]

Let's see. Your cooking stuff? [ no, he probably has new cooking utensils, it's been a month. ] Zhu tenders? Those kickass daggers I got from the carrot guy at Cape Caem?

[He feels like Noct is teasing him. He frowns and crosses his arms.]

Are you being purposefully daft? You know what I want, Noct!

[ there may or may not be some teasing going on here. ]

Hey, there's a lot of things in here. [ he hums and pretends he's thinking really hard about it. ] Specs, maybe?

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