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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!! |
all sin all the time
But god damn he wants to. ]
Fine.
[ His voice is gruff and he pushes himself away from the wall as he starts looking again. He needs the distraction. ]
Are we even gonna be able to finish this thing? How long's it been?
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It hasn't been more than maybe twenty-thirty minutes.
[ she's guessing here, because she hadn't been paying attention to that mahogany clock on the mantle or anything sensible like that.
ivy crosses the room to join him, done with her fiddling and fussing by the fireplace for now. she perches herself on the back of a couch, crossing bare legs with a sigh. ] I don't know what the hell that last clue meant.
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He glances sideways toward her, unable to stop hims eyes from drifting. A sharp breath leaves him almost immediately and he drags a hand down his face, eyes falling closed. Composure. He can do this. It shouldn't be... too much longer, right?
Iwai lifts a hand and rubs the back of his neck, eyebrows coming together. ]
Not a damn idea. I don't think we're the duo meant for this.
[ Great. ]
...What's your name, anyway.
[ He'd been focused enough on getting this over with that he'd skipped usual formalities. Oops. ]
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[ she can't say she minds the mistake so much. he's pretty easy on the eyes for an older guy ( sorry, iwai ) and she had been impressed by his quick lockpicking work. she's a lot smarter than she lets on and is clever enough to have gotten past the first clue, having actually read between the lines on a marked page in an inconspicuous book on the shelf.
ivy taps red nails against the pristine white couch for a moment before standing up again, restless in this room and unable to concentrate on anything. the back of her neck feels warm and she's certain that the flush on her skin is all natural, masking even the blush she brushed on before coming here. ]
May as well, [ she continues as she approaches him, ] think outside the box, mm?
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[ And he promptly takes a step backward when she starts to approach. There's a shift to the air, subtle but he can feel it, and he brings his hands up in an attempt to ward her off. It's a weak attempt, all things considered. Not much heart behind it if he's honest with himself. ]
I dunno about that. Boxes are pretty good. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're very--
[ Iwai stops himself there, his eyes having taken a moment to roam again and his fingers spread open in a defeated gesture. ]
I'm pretty sure there was somethin' in that cologne. And I don't know how much longer I can hold myself off.
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the room is altogether too hot, oppressive, overwhelming. she hadn't realized how tightly wound she had been, though perhaps it is simply because of the chemicals sprayed into the air, but she needs a release and she needs it now. there is only so much composure she can feign.
ivy doesn't touch him yet instead, running her fingertips down her neck as she brushes her hair away from her shoulders again, catching the low hem of her dress collar. she doesn't cross the line while his hands are still up, but she does lean in enough to encourage him, ] Tell me what you want.
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[ Which is true enough. Mostly because he doesn't bother to look in the first place. But there's someone right there, someone ready and throwing out more than a hint. The air seems to close in around him the closer she gets until all he can focus on his her. Slight movements, her neck, she looks so soft. ]
What I want. Is for you.
[ He's moving closer before he can stop himself, that Something drawing him closer. ]
To go to the other side of the room.
[ His hand reaches out and follows the same path that her own had, calloused fingertips brushing across her neck and down. He catches the collar of the top of her dress and can't help but pull it down. Just a little. ]
Before I do somethin' I regret.
[ There's no fight in his voice, it's all lip service. But it's a chance for her to get out. ]
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I don't think that's what you really want me to do, Iwai.
[ though his hand has dipped low beneath her collarbone and lingers closer to her cleavage, she lifts his hand instead to rest over her cheek, her jaw, fingertips brushing against thick hair. ]
We're already off to the wrong start being paired up like this. May as well make the best of it. [ her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, throat having gone dry. the room is so quiet she's sure he will be able to hear how her heart thuds loudly beneath her cool girl exterior. ]
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But that's going to have to be a problem for Future Iwai. Present Iwai is distracted by soft skin and soft hair, by a pink tongue parting red lips. His gaze drops one more time, eyes closing as he asks someone, somewhere, to forgive him. ]
Fuck.
[ His fingers shift into her hair and curl around the strands for a firm hold before he draws her closer, pulling her body up against his. For the layers he has on, there's a solid body underneath it all, masked by the visage of a middle aged man just trying to live his life. His other hand draws upward, thumb tracing across her bottom lip as his gaze comes up to hers. ]
When in Rome.
[ The distance is closed, firm and sure lips with experience tampered by the years moving against hers. ]
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she's thrilled by the look in his eyes, the look of a stranger whose name she only just learned. it doesn't matter how old he is and how young she is, because her body already opens up to the touch of his hand and a firmer grip around her body. her lips part when he traces her bottom lip, lashes fluttering. ]
I won't tell if you won't.
[ they have a variety of surfaces to rest on but she's content to stand for now, rising up to close the distance between them, pressing her body against his and soaking up the heat of his body. her hands slowly explore his body, running up the sides of his torso. ]
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[ The words are muttered quiet against her lips, Iwai's voice coming out with a bit more husk to it than normal. He soaks it up for a few moments longer, lets the heat roil around inside of him without anywhere to go (yet) before he finally pulls back just enough for a breath.
His younger self would be so proud of him right now.
He straightens himself up and starts walking backwards, using his hold in her hair to pull her along with him. Iwai navigates around to the front of the couch. There's a pause where he shrugs out of his overly long coat, tossing it off to a chair, before he eventually drops down and leans himself back to invite Ivy down with him without so many words. ]
No sense in not being comfortable.
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at the invitation, once he's settled down, she raises no time in straddling his lap, happily perching herself there with her hands on his shoulders. he's gruff, rough around the edges, and she likes the rumble of his voice in her ears. ]
Is this okay?
[ that's the point of this place, this room, this city, bringing people together to bring out their inner urges. it can't be good, not in the long run, but she cannot deny herself a little fun and danger, even when facing an older partner who pushes away his own worry as easily as she does. her dress is short, of course, and leaves just enough to the imagination even as she makes herself comfortable. ]
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