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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!! |
France | Hetalia | Submissive
[It had been rather overcast since he'd arrived a few days ago, equally foggy and confused. Strange, how weather was the only familiar aspect this place had with home. At first, France had been too shocked to take his apparent relocation as anything more than a fever dream to which he'd sworn off choosing de Sade as a bit of 'light reading'. Orientation introduced an equally perplexed group of individuals that seemed to be having the same fever dream. Some had been given the golden ticket to high society. Then, there were others that had to suffer public transportation and communal living.
France had not been whisked away by a limo, and quite frankly he was a very chatty roommate. Things were horribly amiss, and he was missing more than just his extensive wardrobe back home. He'd grabbed a notepad and pen from the common area of the apartments he'd be temporarily staying in and begun a running commentary on his 'ambassadorship'. The train ride meant to be an additional introduction to their new 'home' had been a good opportunity to have some time to document his thoughts while observing citizens of this bizarre city.
Honestly he'd been focused on the kneeling submissive near the door for a moment longer than polite, whatever tangent he'd been writing on unfinished while he mulled over his general situation.]
You know, I have colleagues that would read my notes and criticize me for indulging in scandalous novels. [Again. There's definitely something in his expression that could easily lead anyone to believe he's guilty of writing illicit novels out of sheer boredom and anonymously sending them to his friends. Maybe it's the laugh? Probably.] That's an idea. Surely this place needs more literature focused on such things? Could be fun, right?
A Waist of Leeways [ Room B screams his fancy aesthetic. SFW, NSFW. It can of course, go both ways. ]
[At first, he'd been pleasantly surprised by the room he'd been taken to. After all, he'd merely been exploring when he'd boarded the elevator; no particular agenda beyond a little bit of wandering. The room itself made him pine for his own home, with its inlays and fancy adornments that made perfect sense for an old fart like himself.
He hadn't even paid the other passenger much mind when he'd boarded, but there wasn't much choice when he heard shuffling and a distinct click of a lock behind him. Just as he'd been appreciating the mantle of all things. A thin brow rose slightly when he turned back, giving them a mildly suspicious look.]
Where did those other guys go? If they were trying to be hospitable they certainly have a strange way of showing it!
[Some people act alarmed when they're locked in a room alone with a stranger in a strange land. France seems inconvenienced.]
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[France was by nature a social being, which made the decision to step out to attend the fundraiser for homeless children (submissive or not) an easy one. He had gotten ready under the pretense that this was solely for the children and not an effort to partake in dancing and free food. With the reputation he had back home, he was finding it difficult to adjust to one particular aspect of being a submissive over the rest; the food was horrible. He'd never admit to it, but even he couldn't make do with what was being offered.
He's on his third glass of whatever was being offered by the waitstaff and feeling more at ease than he probably should, granted.]
Wild Card
Something you want to do with this dork? Please do. I can be reached through PM if you want to ask anything in specific.
the key to hearts
He's wearing a feminine suit jacket with tails, an icy, pale blue a few shades lighter. But the flashes of its silk lining are bold with color, and his tie matches. His hands are soft, with clean, glossy nails, and when close enough he smells faintly of jasmine and smoky agarwood. Like a moonlit oasis in a desert.
He held two glasses in his hand. Champagne so freshly poured both flutes were capped in a thin layer of foam. He tipped one toward France, eyes alight with mischief. ]
I'll trade you a full glass for an empty one, sir, and the privelege of your name if you'll give it!
I heard you enjoyed croissants.
It was strange to think on, so instead he settled for comparing it to balls he had endured in his youth. He'd been fond of the lace and pretty words, so when Asra joins him, France has to pause and appreciate the budding encounter for what it is. Many in the crowd were nicely adorned, clearly trying to impress. Asra, however, was a step above and France takes a moment to take him in. Curiosity, honestly. There was a brief moment where France questioned the champagne he'd already had having more say in his favorable opinion but he's fairly good at hiding it, choosing to smile in return, offering his empty flute for another]
You're too kind. Call me France. I should hope you'd tell me your name, and also the name of your tailor. [It's very rare that France is under dressed, but the suit he'd found in his closet was hardly up to par with fine silk. He's fairly sure Asra would be pleasant to look at, either way.] Are you having a nice time tonight?
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[ It brings a light to his eyes, and he graciously trades glasses, careful that the crystal never touches crystal in the nimble exchange. And the rest brings a bright flush of pleasure to his face. ]
O-oh. You really like it?
[ His hand would have gone to his heart, if it weren't occupied. Instead, he fortifies himself against his own flush with a delicate sip from his own drink, lashes lowering as the fine muscles of his throat flexed to swallow, making the golden choker high on his throat catch the light. ]
I made it myself. I've been a Submissive here for... a time. What funds I can scrape together I try to spend wisely on necessities, and find ways to make what else I need. I know the common line is that all those problems would just evaporate if only I'd contract up to a Dominant... But right down to my bones I know I'd rather be free, and hungry.
So of course, I adore functions like these! All the perks of a grander life, with none of the messy drawbacks.
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[He's a tease, albeit one with good intentions most of the time. The blond is actually fairly impressed by Asra's talent with a stitch, if his story is true. The subtle flush the man tries to hide by taking a drink makes France trust in its validity and he grins before taking a drink himself. Motioning to his own attire, he sighs.]
I am a fan of fashion myself, but out of many things that did not accompany me to this place, my wardrobe was not one of them. This is not up to par with my usual tastes.
[Fashion was a safe topic for conversation, but what makes France turn to face him, rather than stand side by side is the thing he has been wondering about since he's got here. There were times to be overt, but perhaps this was not one of them. France chooses to step closer, raising his flute in a toast]
To those that choose to follow their desires, by whatever means.
[There's a twinkle in his eyes when he downs the rest of his champagne and he's glad for his tolerance; being seen as sloppy now would be unforgivable. There is a member of the wait staff off to the side, presenting a perfect opportunity to get rid of some of the extra glassware. Offering a hand, he let his attention drift back to the features of his companion. Somehow the proclamation of desiring freedom over comfort made him an even more intriguing find.]
Shall we explore a few of those perks with a dance? I may have a question or two and I would hate to waste the evening huddled in a corner where nosy people could interrupt.
[If he was good for anything, it was being a pleasant partner in such an environment. Certainly this wasn't as formal as a ball, but a dance was still ample opportunity to entertain in several ways.]
A Waist of Leeways also omg france
She immediately rushes over and tries to turn the door handle, but it isn't budging. She tries a little harder, rattling the door... and yeah, nothing.]
I don't think hospitality was on their minds, if they're going to lock us in a place like this.
two divas enter a room...
Perhaps we could write them a scathing review in their guestbook then?
[The sarcasm isn't directed at Sheryl by any means and he offers a brief smile as apology. A small leather book had been tucked behind the bust on the mantle and he plucks it from its place before walking over to the couch, sitting with a sigh. A second passes before he motions for her to come over. Don't be a stranger!]
So, I am guessing you have not been here long either? At least not long enough to be locked in a room with a complete stranger. What do they want?
[Distracted, he opens the book -- no bigger than an address booklet, really, and gives it a brief glance. There's indentations of where someone had written on a page before it. Pursing his lips, he squinted to try and make it out. It looked like a doctor had graced the pages. Hell.]
You don't seem worried though. Curious.
[Girl he's kidding. He's a bit bratty, to be fair.]
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I've only been here a day or two. As first impressions go, I've had better.
[At last, she's going to give up.] --no use. It's not budging.
There aren't any other exits, are there? No windows...? [She's going to try to look around the room.]
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I mean, they do call them fainting couches for a reason, mademoiselle. This one is quite comfortable, if I might add?
[He watches her move about the room before choosing to join in the efforts as well. The book is set aside for later inspection, or perhaps an S.O.S. slipped beneath the doorway if they became too desperate. As she's taking the high road, he settled for checking beneath the couch for any hints as to how they should get out.
As far as games were concerned, he's not all that impressed. At least for now this was panning out to be less violent than sober Monopoly.]
I apologize for the poor first impression. I promise I am not a complete jerk. [He leans back on his calves to look over the couch and see her better, fingers tapping the cushions soundlessly] What's your name?
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the key to hearts
But then he was also really close to the food. So she turns around again, wondering if she should get to the food. However she loops back thinking this is a bad idea, but loops once more because if he's marked in such a way, she'll never avoid him.
With a rather dismissive groan, she finally chooses to walk over to him.]
Hello, brother. Or hello, papa. Which would you rather?
ni ni papa. /shudder
Yes. The first loop around was spied. And the second. Oh, and was that a groan from his former charge? It's actually mildly amusing and he's smirking when she approaches. Infuriating, for sure. He is mildly surprised at the introduction however and the laugh is a little rushed.]
I was going to settle on brother until you prowled the room as if you did not want to see me. Only a beloved papa could garner such treatment from their charge.
[He's not upset at you. Just...disappointed. Glancing to the food behind him, he nods knowingly]
Ah, so I see the true reason you came over.
Key to Hearts
But he's drawn to France. He.. can't explain it, but there's a pull there. He feels as though he's known him for quite a while. Napoleon saunters up, his own glass of wine in hand and smiles. ]
You seem to be enjoying the drink.
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It's so unexpected that he initially dismisses it when it lights the moment he takes note of the gentleman approaching him. Sauntering, not approaching. He certainly did have a presence, didn't he? The smile he offers in return is slightly bemused and he can't help himself, really.]
I am making do with what is given me but it makes me pine for home. Say, I don't usually say this, but you really remind me of someone I knew back there. Have we met, perhaps?
[Sometimes France waxes on for hours, and then other times he gets to the point fairly quickly. It's just something in the man's demeanor that is very familiar to him.]
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[ With that, he offers France a small bow, before extending his free hand in greeting. ]
Napoleon Bonaparte, at your service.
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At least he looks very apologetic for the string of profanity. Clearing his throat, he let go of the poor man's hand and stood a little straighter. Not quite at attention. It's been too long for that.]
You look different! Then again, those were very different times I suppose. I'm France.
[Fiddling with his flute he gave him a marginally more confident smile. At least they're both submissive?]
I knew I thought you were familiar. Strange that you are here.
yeah okay key to hearts
[ France will recognize that loud voice from anywhere. Here comes America, dressed in a fine pressed suit and probably looking his sharpest ever. He's got some drink in his hand, hard to tell what it is, but it looks a lot better than France's.
His other hand gestures like a gun and he even mouths the word "bam!" to France before continuing to speak. ]
Holy shit, dude. Are you drinking piss? HAHA, oh my God, that totes sucks ass for you.
[ y'all have fun.. ]
Between you and Viet he's got the worst kiddos.
retaliationshock. While the fundraiser had brought many out tonight, the volume registered as a pleasant hum in his ear -- and then there was that.France's eyebrows nearly escape into his hairline at the finger guns and he bridges whatever remaining space is in between them to swat at America's free hand, huffing loudly. Sure, he likes America, but this is literally why they can't go anywhere nice.]
America, I never thought I would see you here. Perhaps the world has ended after all. What does this make this place, then?
[Biting back a groan, because it's champagne and not ... is that bourbon? Fireball? Rum? He squinted at the drink in America's hand in speculation.]
Stop being crass, will you? I'd hate to get kicked out because you're making a fuss and calling the champagne something completely wrong.
you love us
[ He shakes out his hand that was smacked. France is telling him to stop being crass but he doesn't even know what that word means and has no shame in saying so.. ]
Sure thing! I don't even know what the hell that means, but okay!
Hey! I'm surprised you're here too. I half expected you to be out on the streets and going on strike like a mo'fo' over all this stuff.
[ He perks up slightly at the mark he sees on France, and he tries not to laugh but he can't help it. ]
Ohhhh, hey! That explains a lot. You got da line of badness! Check me out! I'm completely clean of that!
[ it's hard to tell if he's purposefully rubbing it in or if he's still confused about what is happening here. ]
Guess that means you'll have'ta rely on me! Sweet! So uh.. really no difference from back home! HAHA!
you're both lucky you all are cute
I want to know more about this place before staging protest to it, America. In good time.
[The older of the two was after all, infamous for strikes and rallying against societal conflict. Maybe later on he'd try to get America in on it. Sometimes he could be quite useful. Tonight he's just a boy with his unnamed drink. A hand goes to his neck when it's addressed.]
Badness? You make it sound like I am a villain in some poorly scripted play. That... I do not think you understand the implications you are granting with that. [Did America just ...offer to be his Dom? Part of him is aghast. The other part of him is pretty set on this being typical heroic behavior, horribly misguided. He can't help but bite]
It would be nice to have you be the one to pay for our meals when we go out for once. Among other things.
[He gets his own room.]
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Waist of Leeways
[Arthur's already poking around the room, trying to see if there might be something to the room. He can already guess at the nature of it, and assumes there'd be a reason for the two of them specifically being locked in, Francis' Submissive mark obvious enough.]
... I'm Arthur, by the way.
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I would say that it is a pleasure to meet you, Arthur, but given the circumstances...
[He does sound faintly amused despite his words and he takes to poking around as well, but his eyes do drift from the lack of ink at Arthur's throat and the cage between the ornate high backed chairs. No, inviting wasn't particularly a word he'd describe the people that had locked them in the room.]
My name is France, though if it is easier you can call me Francis. [He rarely used the pseudonym these days, but there had been times when it was a simpler alternative to repetitive questions about how his parents must've been odd.
France was inspecting the cushions of the chaise lounge with mild trepidation, unsure of what may be hiding. Lord... Glancing over his shoulder, he chose to address the elephant in the room.] I wonder what level of shame we shall have to endure before they are satisfied and let us out?
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[He seems amused at that, just continuing to poke around, checking the cabinets, sideboards, fireplace-
And then a smug smile as he steps back, a cloth bundle in hand having been found taped just inside the upper lip of the fireplace.]
That's one.
[Unwrapping the bundle and finding... a key?]
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a waist of leeways bc how could i not choose the option of nsfl
He tensed up instantly, whipping around to face him fast enough it was a surprise he didn't get whiplash from the motion alone. ]
Bloody brilliant. [ Rather than reach for something as a means to steady himself, he just rested back against the window and rubbed his temple. ] Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.
[ No one invited the pessimist tbh. ]
we only live the nsfl way.
He's very tempted to start tugging at the door in earnest when he gets a better look at England, who had slumped against the window in defeat. His companion looks tired, but he always looks tired -- and that's when he noticed it and he immediately bristles and points an accusing finger at the poor man's neck]
That is not fair! How did you get assigned as a Dominant and not myself?!
[He crosses the room to tug at the man's collar just to be sure there is no tattoo under the fabric. From the other submissives he has seen, as well as himself he knows this isn't the case but France doesn't want to believe that England of all people was getting to enjoy the high life. Almost to himself, he's muttering:] It's not as if you need a high-end condo to enjoy your needlepoint. My God.
truly 100%
He should be able to get clues more easily, but his head has been all over the place lately--moreso now that he's stuck with France out of everyone it could have been. ]
Clearly they're-- [ He was about to remark something rather smug in response to that, when he's been marched towards and his collar is tugged. His own hand reaches up to swat him away, trying to side step. ]
When will you learn some manners?! Maybe that's why, or maybe it's because of how you suck up to everyone, they clearly knew where you belonged.
[ 0 to 1000 in what... 5 mins? Tops. ]
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