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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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I don't care what title you give yourself, I shall not dishonor myself by striking a woman.
[And if she comes at him again, she'll find that he isn't about to stand there and be struck by a woman either. Senses sharpened by that hit, he watches for her next move.]
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Let's see what those hands are good for, knave.
[Ooh. Still bringing that Camelot heat.]
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No... no. He shan't fall into her trap. But it is a conundrum. His pride won't allow him to retreat, and his honor won't let him attack. What would Zael do in this situation? Would he attack? Zael was a mercenary, after all... but he was also someone with great honor and a great sense of justice, so he probably wouldn't. But... Zael was also a creative thinker, so perhaps Therius should get creative about this as well.]
Very well, madam.
[He gets into a fighting stance, and without further hesitation, he throws a punch... though one aimed at the ground instead of her. When his fist hits, though, its almost as if a small explosion goes off. The ground shakes and cracks on the impact, and a shockwave fans out from that point. And if that shockwave happens to knock her on her ass... well, its not as if he actually struck her.]
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She remains completely still. Her heels dig so hard into the ground that cracks feather outward, and when the shockwave strikes it almost seems to dissipate, absorbed by invisible force. As if it hit a wall rather than a person. He did strike her, and it did connect, but it appears to have no effect at all.
Darkness swirls subtly at her feet, and she makes no further move, inviting continued efforts. You can do better than that, can't you?]
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Is that magic? Some kind of barrier or protective spell of some kind?
He isn't sure, but one thing he does know is that, clearly, she is no mere woman. But she is still a woman, so he still has to consider how to approach this. For the moment, he attempts to figure out the very edge of this barrier of hers, throwing quick, light strikes towards her. If she's paying attention, though, she'll note that he's still not giving the honor of fighting her properly, as he's pulling his punches, giving her an extra fraction of a second to duck or dodge should she desire.]
HAAAAAAAAADOUKEN
theriuslyseriously unladylike.]My turn.
[It's a punch, square and swift to the jaw. And although it's not going to break anything, it'll hurt like hell - a fitting reminder of his foolishness.]
SHORYUKEN
Grabbing her wrist, he attempts to throw her over his shoulder, though even then, still without the intent to seriously hurt her, but to put some distance between them.]
i'm cryin
But he couldn't have known the truth behind her slight figure, that being Saber is one heavy lady. Exceedingly heavy, in fact. There shouldn't be any reason for it, judging from her clothes and her physique, yet if he's going to lift her it'll take every muscle in his body to do so. And even then, a throw might prove difficult, as she continues to stand her ground.
Meanwhile, Saber watches him calmly through those eerie, lustrous eyes, as if it were all normal and all made total sense.]
She's a brick! Hoooouuuse!
No matter. Despite his size, Therius was no weakling, nor was he any mere man. The same strength that he used to shake the earth is the same that he uses to lift her from it. Though...]
What did you do, woman? Devour every scrap of food in there?
[Its probably not a smart thing to say that while holding her on his shoulders, though he immediately motions to throw her. He won't be able to launch her very far, regardless, but even lifting her feels like a victory in and of itself.]
why are they so dumb. guys please.
Saber submits to the toss, landing neatly upon her feet as if she intended this outcome from the start. And perhaps she had.]
I will make no apologies for my appetite.
[Or anything else. Moving on...]
Do you recall my introduction, Therius? That I was the knight that preceded them all?
Because they are KNIGHTIEST KNIGHTS TO EVER HAVE KNIGHTED
Yes, I recall. But know this: I have studied the history of the great Knights that came before me, and the name "Saber" was not among them.
CHIVALRY INTENSIFIES
[Which she still fails to elaborate on. Maybe someday, assuming he survives this.]
And when I won my throne, I was given another title: King of Knights. Be it indirectly or otherwise, you were born from my legend, among a thousand other tales of chivalry and sacrifice. So I ask you once more, and implore you to answer wisely.
[She holds out her hand; a mild but powerful gesture.]
I beseech you with the fullest authority of my crown: does my strength not command the respect you would afford any other man? Am I not equal?
Blah blah blah HONOOOOOOOOR
You speak as if you have not been holding back as well.
[Still, while he doesn't completely drop his guard, he does draw up to give her a proper answer.]
You are a loathsome woman. I do not like you. I do not like the idea of being used by you as if I were some common trollop, or some lowly servile creature, even if it is only for one night. However, I do not think of you as a lesser, anymore than I would allow you to think of me as a mere submissive.
The Knight's code is clear. A knight should never raise a hand to a woman, unless it is the only way to save the life of another. But, if you truly are the Knight of Knights, as you claim, then holding back is a stain on our honor.
[It's an impossible situation, this whole night is, and his freedom, dignity, and honor are all on the line here. He mulls it over for a moment, but only a moment. Laid out like that, he can't let someone else take the shame for his actions, or inaction, in this case. He'll just have to wallow in shame with his freedom, after he kicks her ass.
He drops back into a fighting stance, his answer clear.]
I am Sir Therius, Loyal and Distinguished Knight of the Arganean Empire. Prepare to taste defeat, King of Knights.
muh ideals
[Which ordinarily she'd mock him to the ends of the sorched earth for, but she does detect a few gears have shifted and clicked into proper place. If stubbornly. If not every single one quite yet. It's a start and, as her earlier concerns remain, she neglects to draw Excalibur and face him as a proper opponent.
She can't give him all the clues to her identity, after all. The rest he'll have to figure out for himself, assuming there's any brain at all sifting around in that thick head of his. She tips a small smile at him all the same, and simply says:]
You are dismissed, Arganean.
[How anticlimatic. Did he satisfy her somehow, if she's letting him go? She moves to brush past, though does add,]
Cling to your pride if you can... I look forward to crushing it in the future.
[which isn't callous so much as challenging. Maybe this isn't over, maybe he'll get his battle soon.]
S A L T E R (let them bang one day)
¿da fuq?He watches as she moves past, watchful and suspicious of her, refusing to let his guard down. He allows her to pass, though, and at her retreating back he retorts:]
Better men than you have tried.
no fucking on the first date, young man