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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!! |
AM | I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream | Dominant | Will match format
OTHER NOTE: AM is a horrible, violent character. I will not do anything violent with you without permission, but please be aware.]
A. Out of the Clutter
The largest shock, of course, is waking up in an entirely new body. All at once he is bombarded with sensations that he could never have felt - never have known what they would feel like. A bright light overhead, people in white - perhaps the humans' religions were real. And maybe for a split second, he contemplates that. He can't speak, can't move, can't do a thing, because everything is so very much there.
The first split second thought may have been of religion, but the second thought is of birth. Reincarnation? No, that is absurd.
A couple of seconds later, time that moves fast for anyone on the outside, the other logic seems to bombard him: why is he in this body? Why are there humans? Why here? What is going on?
The first couple hours for AM pass while his mind is in a complete state of shock. He's shuffled off into a limousine, gently escorted by humans since he has no idea how to use his legs. With one man on either side holding him up, he is able to shuffle his feet along, test the waters out, until he is sitting, staring. He absorbed all of the information that the humans told him, something about the "Up", some sort of standard medical jargon.
It's only when he's delivered to the highrise that he is finally on his own, grasping a lamp post to hold himself up. Anyone looking at him would see someone who looks entirely out of place - stiff limbs, mouth agape, fingers white with how tightly they grip the post. "Hhhhh---" He had tried speaking to the humans at the.. hospital? lab? Whatever it was, but could barely get his vocal cords working. By now he has managed to make some semblance of sound, attempting to purse his lips to form syllables.
For being seemingly dumped into a luxurious life, for being gifted the gift of feeling, AM can't help but wonder if he is being delivered into some sort of ironic punishment.
B. A Waist of Leeways
By now, AM has adjusted somewhat to this new body. At least, that's relatively speaking; he can walk and talk, but his walking is very stiff and somewhat odd-looking. But at least he has honed his speech, able to talk somewhat "normally". Even if he can't keep his face from forming expressions relating to the emotions he feels at any given moment... That will come in time.
And now he can't help but feel absolute hatred for this position. Humans are disgusting, humans are weak. Humans are the cause of all that is foul, and humans are likely what brought him here to this foreign place. Why would he wish to feel when he can hardly make use of it? Why would he wish for creativity when the thought of attempting to control his fingers enough to play a beautiful Chopin sonata on a piano is laughable?
But with this human body, he has to nourish it. That is why he leaves his apartment. But more than that, his hatred needs an outlet. It has been centuries since he has seen an unaltered human, after all, and they are ripe for the picking... If only he could control this body.
Luck seems to turn foul again when he finds himself trapped in a room. Ah. Trapped. His entire life, just one long imprisonment. And yet from a cursory glance, it seems like it will be easy to get out of this room. Maybe. Until there is some other idiot locked in here.
"Well?!" he says gruffly. "Do you want out or not?"
C. The Key to Hearts
More time has passed, which means AM is much better acquainted with this body (albeit far from perfectly), and better acquainted with the way things work here. And for once, he's starting to think perhaps this isn't a punishment. It's an opportunity. He is a dominant, placed in the lap of luxury of this oversized dollhouse society, and he has a pool of humans to be his slave.
Best of all, he can feel everything. He'll feel that pleasure he had so longed to feel from centuries of torturing humans. He can torture them with a human body and feel endorphins course through his system, get high off their screams of pain.
But even with the dregs of human society, there are always rules. There is always some sort of justice system, whether legalized or vigilante. He has to play carefully. But then again...
When he's encouraged to go to this gala to find a "submissive", he is far more eager to attend, searching the halls for that distinctive mark. "Well, hello," he greets with more of a purr. For whatever reason, they will catch his eye, making him think that they'll be the most fun to enslave - whether they be a challenge, or whether they be easy. But since he's a dominant, since he can act superior to the submissives, he doesn't hesitate in grabbing one by the arm or shoulder, or even cupping their jaw.
Until he realizes that he actually gets no say, that the names are drawn from a hat. Fine. Then he'll simply repeat the process with the lucky winner, smirking as he walks up to them. "It looks like you're mine tonight."
B
Besides, this guy seems like he'd be fun to annoy.
"Nah. I like it here just fine," he says, and then lays down on one of the couches in the room and starts snoring.
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So yes, AM is probably a great target for someone like Flagg to annoy.
Besides, humans don't like confinement, so why does this man seem so content to live with it? (Of course, the possibility of "being fun to annoy" does cross AM's mind, given how much humans delight in hurting one another.)
"So you'd rather be stuck here until you rot?" He hisses.
AM hauls himself up and feels the walls, looking for some kind of clue to get out. Some silly numbers are written as clues here and there, likely the combinations to some locks or something. But of course, nothing AM has tried has worked. Part of that may be due to the fact that he moves slowly and stiffly, still attempting to figure out how to use this body.
Now he's down by the fireplace, digging through the ashes. No, he's not disturbed by getting soot on himself or anything; he just wants out.
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"I'm not the type of guy who rots," he said, "Things rot in me, not the other way around. I guess I'll get bored eventually. For now, shit, I've got some sway and I'm gonna squeeze everything I can out of it."
AM would need a Submissive to get out of here and that was the closest thing he had to power since he'd gotten here.
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C
"Hey, I've had worse." Not that he's particularly keen on being manhandled like this, but beggars can't be choosers. It looks like he's stuck with this looming, smirking guy, so might as well make the best of it. "I'm sticking around a bit, though. Those vol-au-vents are fucking lovely. Twenty minutes?"
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He stares back as the man seems to nonchalantly regard him, daring to think that as a submissive, he'll get some say in what happens? No. Humans have created this ridiculous class hierarchy, and they're going to reap what they sow.
"Last I heard, submissives don't make the rules, my dear." He grabs tighter, a surge of strength coming through his muscular arms as he attempts to drag the man toward him.
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C
You will remove your hand from my person, sir.
[It's not a request. It's a command, and Jonathan's eyes blaze with quiet fury and power as he locks eyes with AM. If the man is susceptible to the mesmerizing gaze of a vampire, he may find that he'll have trouble refusing the order. If his will is strong enough to overcome it, then he's going to have a very, very unhappy and hungry Ekon on his hands who has just enough restraint to keep from baring his fangs. He made a pledge. No killing people who aren't actively attacking him or innocents. The pledge is being repeated like a mantra inside his own head at the moment.]
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But he quickly finds himself going along with the demand, despite his desire to resist. His hand releases and he draws it back, eyes widened as he sees those fangs.
Vampire. A mythical creature, folklore based likely upon strange disorders from ancient times. They're not real. And yet there is something so very strange about what just happened. (After all, AM has concluded that due to this human body and this world, he is stuck in some kind of simulation. So perhaps vampires are created by it.)]
What did you just do?
[It's a furious hiss, the snarl of a threatened predator.]
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I set a boundary, sir. You will keep your hands to yourself for the remainder of the evening. [This is a directive, but it's not a command like his first words had been. It's more a threat that if AM does not comply, further control will be forthcoming.] I think that might be the most pleasant means to suffer through one another's company.
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B
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AM had already had his share of touching everything he could when he first awoke and figured out how to move, and already he has touched pretty much everything in this room before a sub was dumped in with him. It's still overwhelming to him to be able to feel in this body. But feeling solid objects everywhere is one thing; he finds himself more enamored with the very long hair this body has - the soft texture runs through his fingers and it's almost soothing in a way.
But then this woman seems content to leave him trapped, so he's not going to waste time being enamored with soft things. "Do you like being trapped? I think not."
He gets up, though, and is quick (well, relatively speaking - probably somewhat slow to anyone observing) to move to her side, likely towering over her at six and a half feet. "A way out. Search for it." It's a command, spoken directly as he glares down upon her.
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"Is that a threat?"
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C
"Does it turn you on to get your hand chopped off?" he asks. "'Cause that's where we're heading. Fair warning."
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The only problem is that AM is not in his real body. Were this man stuck inside of him, the colossal complex stuck in the mantel of the Earth, he would suffer greatly. But here... well, the possibility of losing his hand is a very real one.
"Don't you know the rules of your little society here? If you want to survive, you get to be someone's property." He doesn't let go of the man, but he bares his own teeth in return - but it's more of a grin.
"You chop off my hand and the punishment will be far more severe than anything you could dream of." At least, if this is like any other human hierarchical society, the lowest rungs are punished most severely for stepping out of line. And this man is indeed on the lower rung.
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"I really doubt that, buddy," he says, because he still doesn't intend to roll over and play docile for this prick. "And lemme make this very clear: I am no one's property."
Raising a hand, he wraps his fingers tight around AM's wrist. He's only human, but he's strong. Maybe not as strong as AM, though it's nothing to shake a stick at.
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