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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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[So instead, she follows after him, snooping through things and turning them over in her hands.]
Makes me wonder if there was ever a time when you weren't like this.
[The comment is idle, her gaze lingering on a cage and there's a tension in her before it passes.]
You know, last time I saw half these things they were torture devices. Really, it's rather impressive that people can take things meant to bring pain and use them to get something good out of it instead.
[Not that she doesn't spend a moment studying a rack with the faintest wrinkle to her nose, wondering what would make it sexy to someone. Something about power play and loss of control, probably. Yet the idea of being bound and caged still makes her nervous, and she hurries after him, rubbing her arms as a shudder ripples through her.]
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None of the cages are successful. Ironic.
He tries a chair...the stocks...and then, the X-shaped standing restraint, which does have a small lock--
Which, when he tries, clicks quietly, and the restraints open. ]
Hn.
How good it all is remains debatable to me.
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[She shrugs, a little glad that the cages don't have the clue, though she does pause at how the locks snap open so easily on the standing restraint, her brows arching as she glances to Estinien.]
Well, it depends entirely on a person's partner, I should think.
[Eyeing the restraint and then Estinien, she lets out a small, thoughtful sort of sound.]
Does this mean I'm supposed to let you put me in it?
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[ And yet, he is the one that turns first to test it, and puts his hands up into the restraints, though it makes his shoulders tighten and his stomach twist. The position is unacceptably vulnerable; the soldier in him despises it immediately.
But he wants out of this place. He wants his time to himself again.
And he is better able to endure this than she. ]
See if the restraints will close.
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[Her eyebrows arch, her eyes going wide.]
Alright, but let me know if it gets uncomfortable, okay? You're going to be fine.
[She pats his shoulder, taking a moment to get something she can stand on before carrying it over so she can reach his hands. Perched atop the chair, she steadies herself before reaching for his restraints, even as a chuckle escapes her.]
You know, it's not often I have to look down at someone. Must be kinda nice.
[With a bit of a stretch and a soft mutter under her breath, she flicks them shut, her eyes wide and hands hovering over them as if waiting for some sort of reaction.]
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Then with a soft click, the restraints lock and the key shimmers, then disappears in a cascade of silver motes. Estinien...is stuck. After a breath, he gives a tug of his wrists and finds that he is...still stuck. He curls his hands into fists and tugs again, harder, enough to make wood creak, but he is...still stuck.
His expression hasn't change.
But there is a stormy anger growing in his eyes. Not at Aerith, not truly, but at the situation. ]
...
I assume this was their intent all along.
[ Ice cracks in his voice. ]
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[She offers him a smile, but has a feeling it will do little to help his mood. It was worth a try, at least. Instead she focuses on the rest of the room, already thinking.]
It'll be fine, I'll find a way to get you out.
[She pauses, trying to climb down without grabbing onto him, but she has a sinking feeling as she takes one look at his face. Funny, she didn't think he could glare harder than he already had.]
When I do find it, I don't think you'll like the solution. If I end up having to touch you to get you out, will you be okay?
[After all, with the way this city ran she had the distinct feeling that it would take more than finding another key to get him off that rack.]
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[ He is standoffish, not ignorant; he could tell readily enough what this place is for, what the ultimate intent would be. The outcome had stirred and simmered in the back of his mind, annoying him, nagging at him, until he finds himself where he is now, feeling like little more than a caught beast.
...in that regard, Aerith is perhaps the best partner he could have had. Her calm and solicitude prevent the outburst of anger that had been building; he actually closes his eyes and wills himself to relax. ]
But I will accept what needs to be done.
[ A pause, before: ] I hold no ill will toward you.
[ And then, a longer pause. ]
What is your name?
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[She nods, and seems incredibly understanding. She had her own reasons for trying to make the most of being here, but she could tell he held an iron-like grip on his life, and when that control was taken from him it wasn't going well.
So she smiles, and tries at least to put him at ease as much as she can.]
Oh drat, and here I thought I was earning myself a new rival or something.
[Her tone sobers as she studies him, trying not to let her worry show on her face as she slides off her impromptu step ladder.]
I'm Aerith Gainsborough.
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[ He doesn't bow. For obvious reasons, and because he is largely not the type, though Alberic had done what he could to instill some kind of etiquette in his adopted ward.
He turns his wrists slightly. At least the restraints are comfortable; the interiors are padded. ]
Now, at least, we're acquainted.
[ And there is a small bit of vulnerability in that, of letting her in. He supposes that is part of this whole exercise. ]
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[For now she'll withhold teasing him about that last name, because Wyrmblood? Really? If he hadn't given her a distinct Vincent Valentine feeling before he did now, but she found herself chewing her lip as she searched for a key or a note.]
Any good ideas where we might be able to find a key for your new cuffs? Also let me know if you start feeling any numbness, or other physical discomfort. I might be able to help with that.