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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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Magnus.

[She breathes his name.]

I am most honored to meet you, my lord Magnus.

[She takes a careful step back and gives a sweet curtsy, proper as can be.]

[ Instantly, he wants her back in his arms. The curtsy is almost a tease to him, an act so proper when he's sure that they were having a moment just before. ]

One more dance.

[ It's not a beg but the desire is obvious in his voice. ]

Ask anything of me and I'll grant it.

[Ask me anything, he says, and he’ll grant it. Lucy knows, keenly, desperately, that the stories of those who are given such things. Magic is a heady lure for so many people.

Susan used to get requests like this. Another dance for an entire kingdom. Another dance for stars shot down. Lucy did not have such largesse at her disposal until now.

But now she does not want magic or a kingdom or anything so grand. There is only a single thing that she desires, and it is something anyone could give but she doesn’t seek it elsewhere.]

Call me darling again.

[Manners.]

Please.

[ It's so simple and sweet a request that Magnus cannot refuse, does not even hesitate to smile. It doesn't matter that he calls anyone and everyone darling. If she wants it said, he'll say it, with more warmth and fondness than with any other.

In that moment, she's his only darling, the only focus of his attention.

He holds out his hand, palm up, expectant. ]

Darling, dance with me again.

[Her hand fits in his again, just as the music starts up. Her smile now is a little more bashful, as if maybe she’s shown her hands. She does not have so much guile. When she flirts ya always a little teasing, but this is just tripping over the line.

Still, she will try.]

Do you flummox all your partners so?

[So they can be offered magic but deny it for nothing more than a simple word.]

[ There's no denying the pleasure in his expression as he pulls her close again; their bodies fit together perfectly now, having already found their place before. He smiles at the question, grinning down at her with amusement, yes, and a sparkle in his eyes. ]

I must confess, I do try. I find a blush deeply attractive. But I've yet to get one out of you yet. Forgive me in advance for trying, but I must.

[Her laugh is bright - this is clearly something that delights her, his boldness, and this dance, and this - well.

Whatever they may claim to be. She wonders briefly if he is a Dominant. She does not know to ask.]

What will you ask of me, should you make me blush?

[Thats a challenge, then.]

[ He considers this with an idle smile. His hand guides her confidently and gracefully through a twirl, then brings her tight against his body again. He doesn't want her straying too far, but he likes that laugh already and wants to hear it again. ]

Would you like this night to become more than just dancing?

[ Perhaps too bold, but he wants to know. He wants to know how far he can push before he makes her truly uncomfortable, not simply blushing and flustered. ]

[She comes in tight and it thrills her, being so close, being so close to this man, who calls her darling with such a sweet and warm tone in his voice, who she thinks she could love, perhaps-

-not today. But someday.

She is given to these fancies, but even that will not get her to break her word-]

Are you asking if you can take me back with you? To the...Above?

[The Up? She can't remember.]

I fear my company has been claimed this night. But I have made no promises in any regard.

I am.

[ But the easy smile on his face quickly becomes tinged with disappointment at her words. He thinks, immediately, that it has something to do with those names being drawn out of a bowl, that she's be promised to someone else because she's a Submissive (he assumes).

He wants to know by whom, just so that he can prove he's better. But it's her choice and she's made it, and he won't be so crass. ]

Until he claims it, then. Or the next night.

[She sees that smile falter, and she leans up on her tiptoes, even as she dances, and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, as risque as she can manage it.

And then it happens.

She blushes, bright and brilliant.]

I should hope both, my lord.

[ There's so much in that small exchange that sets his heart aflutter and his blood racing. First there's the kiss, so sweet and light, that he yearns to capture her mouth with his immediately, satiated his desire for her in some small way. Then there's the blush which lights up her already brilliant countenance. He grins at the sight of it, too pleased by half to see it.

Then there's the promise. And, oh, however she feels when he calls her "darling," he feels it just so or more when she calls him "my lord." It's plainly simply her manner of speaking, but that doesn't change the effect it has on him: a combination of nostalgia and want.

He leans in to press his forehead against hers. ]

Come away with me, to some quiet corner. I wish to know more of you. Including your name. But I promise not to use it too frequently, darling.

[She presses her forehead against his in return, and her hands find his.]

Yes?

[That sounds like a question. Her smile is sweet and soft, and she nods quickly.]

Yes, yes, of course I will. Yes.

[They don't sound like questions now.]

[ It does sound like a question, and for a second he pauses, ready to ask. But she follows it up with such adamance that his grin finds his lips again, gleeful. ]

Excellent.

[ Her hands in his, he leads them back, off the dance floor, to a smaller alcove. There's a cozy love seat by a window, partially shielded by lush curtains. Magnus guides her to her seat, then settles himself beside her. His legs crossed, his arm on the back of the sofa, his whole body and attention is directed only towards her. ]

You didn't seem particularly surprised when I spoke of magic earlier, my dear. Where are you from that you know of it?

[She sits down, and settles a bit, and looks at her knees, and then at Magnus, and she nods a little, unwilling to give up the game entirely.]

I will tell you, but you must let me lean against you.

[It's a request for some touch; she isn't sure about this Submissive thing yet, but she knows that there are rules, and Lucy knows, too, that there are rules that are unspoken.]

[ He appears utterly charmed by the request, by the exchange still being maintained. She's a smart girl and he's more than willing to play the game if she so desires it. Magnus may have been labeled as Dominant, but he's giving and caring, especially to those who capture his fancy.

He shifts in his seat, lets his arm fall from the back of the love seat to curl around her shoulders and draw her in. It's more intimate than simply shoulder to shoulder, but he doesn't think she had been requesting that. ]

Do you approve, darling?

[She leans against him, in his arms, and she breathes in to lean her head against his shoulder. This is lovely. She has never been so close to a man, without one of her brothers there, except to steal kisses.

He has not tried to steal a kiss, at least, not yet.]

Yes.

[She nudges a little closer.]

I am from Narnia. My own land is full of magic, although so few know how to use it.

[ Narnia. Lucy from Narnia.

She can't possibly mean what he thinks she means, and even if she does... Well, Magnus has never been to one himself, but he's no stranger to the concept of multiple dimensions. He forces his mind to accept it. And not say a word on the subject. ]

What a sad state, to be full of magic untapped. I couldn't live like that, not for anything. [ Idly, he trails his fingertips up and down her arm, then one not pressed against him. ]

My magic is a part of me. I use it all the time. [ He smirks. ] Usually to enchant pretty young women and men.

[She does not catch his hand, for all that she wants to, so she can hold it, as if she can discover his magic and shape it with her own hands.

She can't. She wouldn't, anyway.]

Is that what you've done now?

[She looks up at him.]

Are you a wizened old skull, disguised as a handsome man?

[ He cocks an eyebrow and gives her a sidelong, playful glance. ]

I did tell you I was eight centuries old, my dear.

[ He lets that sit for exactly a second before smiling and shaking his head. ]

No, I stopped aging at a certain point. I'll stay like this forever. For as long as I live.

[She takes a breath and considers that for a moment, before she turns in his arms, and her fingers trace over his cheekbones. He is a beautiful man, that's true, but Lucy hadn't thought so clearly about this.

She's thinking about it now.]

That must be so terribly lonely, my lord.

[And then she presses a kiss to his mouth, easily, brushing her fingers into his hair.]

Oh.

Please.

[There’s that blush again.]

You must excuse my forwardness.

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[ The kiss is brief before Lucy pulls back, but so sweet that Magnus finds himself leaning in to follow her lips. Even though he must first ask a question.

He takes hold of the hand in his hair, holding it gently, his thumb running a light circle along the palm of her hand. ]

I will forgive any such forwardness, gladly. As long as you tell me... that kiss is not for pity's sake.

No.

[She says it softly, her eyes wide and so blue, her smile genuine. There’s no pity there. She thought she could ease loneliness, of course, but she doesn’t think that he needs pity. Immortality may be a burden but he has lost no kindness for it.

She presses her hand to her mouth.]

I think you do not need pity. But companionship, and care, and -

[She thinks the word love but does not say it.]

- affection.

I would offer you those things, in truth.

[ It's very much like Magnus to let himself get caught up in the moment, to be swept away by high emotions and say things, do things, that he shouldn't in any other circumstances. That more level headed persons would consider foolish.

But there's a gorgeous young woman in his arms, offering him so much, so genuinely, that his heart can't help but soar at the prospect. ]

I would give you the same. You're a gem, Lucy. Let me treasure you.

[She presses her head against his shoulder again. Eases into his arms. This is better because she can feel safe, for whatever safety she has possessed before is less certain in this land. Everything is foreign to her.

So she falls back on old wisdom.]

I should like to say yes.

[And because of that-]

And so I must say no, while I do not understand this world or it’s desires or what it asks of me, I would not have a safe harbor even in your arms until I do.

Would you be so patient with me? I’m-

[She bites a finger, to worry at it.]

I am a maiden, yet. I know I will not likely remain one long here, but-

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