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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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That's what's most concerning to you at this point?

[That Adam thinks Gansey would rather Adam have to do something like that with someone else to ensure his release is unfathomable.]

That I would look at you differently when the circumstances are clearly extenuating?

[Good god, it's his best friend--Gansey would die for Adam, has died for Adam. This was almost nothing in comparison.]

That I'll always be the person who forced you to debase yourself.

[Because that would be precisely the truth of the matter.]

I've already taken your life. I won't take any more from you. I'm not a monster.

[I'm not the kind of monster you seem to think I am.]

You've done nothing like that. I made every single choice myself.

[He watches his best friend carefully from across the room and keeping his distance for now.]

Jesus Adam. "Debase" myself?

Yeah, Gansey. Are you gonna tell me you've been waiting for an opportunity like this all along? Just waiting for an excuse to get a piece of this? 'Cause there's a world of difference between you wanting me now and wanting me yesterday. This -

[He gestures to the space between them.]

- is never gonna be something that happens because you're afraid.

God--no it's not like that.

[His face flares up again as he runs a hand through his hair. Adam implying that Gansey has thought of him like that before leaves him uncomfortable, preventing himself from even thinking down that route.

Dying, being resurrected, ending up in a strange place and having to deal with this whole situation is a lot for one day.

He can barely look Adam in the eyes at the moment.]

That has nothing to do with the current situation. I'm not being motivated by fear--I want you safe.

The only way I can guarantee that is--

[He makes the same gesture between them.]

[That... was the wrong thing to say.]

I don't want your fucking pity!

[Or pity-fucking, for that matter. Adam wants to be angrier about this, but the longer it goes on, the more he just feels sick. He wraps his arms around himself and doubles over, sinking slowly to the floor, folding inward and inward. Like he's back in his parents' trailer. Like this will somehow, for once, make him disappear.]

[His fists ball up at his sides and the lines of his face are more sharp than usual as that word reverberates between them, the one Adam liked to use a lot when he refused anything from Gansey. He won’t even dignify Adam with a response to that because in his mind, it’s not pity. It’s not pity to want the both of them to get out of here together, at least knowing each other, knowing somewhat how to navigate each other could make this the least traumatizing it needs to be.]

And I suppose it would be better, or easier if it was a stranger? Or maybe if you hold out long enough they plan on something far worse. You’d prefer that?

[It has more of an anger in his quiet words than he would have liked to show.

The way Adam sinks down, Gansey knows this is taking its toll on him far worse than he will admit.

He crosses the room and within 3 feet of Adam, he slides down the wall himself, more out of weariness than anything, and tries to think of a way to convince Adam that this will be far better than anything that may be coming after him.]

[Adam hisses out a sharp exhale as he lifts his head.]

Over raping my best friend? Yeah, Gansey. Yeah, I would.

[How is that so difficult to understand? Adam would rather spend days - weeks - months in this room with whoever might come through that door next than risk hurting Gansey. And this would hurt. Every time Gansey would look at him after that, he'd remember the time he had no choice. The idea alone is unbearable to Adam.]

[He visibly flinches at that word.]

That isn’t what I meant at all, [he replies weakly, appalled look on his face as he turns towards Adam. Even if that’s what Adam took away from it.]

[Adam's sorry he had to say it.]

But that's what it'd be. I won't. I won't let them turn me into that. I won't do that to you.

I wouldn’t even consider that based on the circumstances.

[He leans back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling of this damned room. Gansey should know better than to think Adam would do anything he considered an abuse of power. He stays quiet for a couple of minutes.]

Please, Adam. Help me help you. I can’t simply leave you here.

[Adam shakes his head, staring down at his knees. Their time is running down. Every second ticks away the opportunity to save himself, and there's an ugly part of Adam bargaining the same way Gansey is.

Having sex with Gansey isn't the problem. Gansey is unfairly handsome. He's been the object of Adam's desire frequently over the past two years, and in some of Adam's lowest moments, he's pleasured himself to the thought of having Gansey. He's even done it a few times since he started dating Ronan. He's not proud of it, but most people aren't proud of the things that arouse them.

Doing it would be easy. Living with it afterwards... Adam doesn't think he'll know how. If he gives in, he'll be destroying something that has been precious enough to die for.]

Tell me you want it.

[He doesn't look at Gansey. His eyes remain fixed on his knees.]

Tell me you want me.

[Gansey has thought about Adam in indecent ways on numerous occasions—when he was dating Blue, when Gansey himself was dating Blue, when Adam started dating Ronan—it didn’t matter to him. Proud, ambitious, quiet and calculating, Adam is a force of nature in multiple ways that neither reality as they knew it nor circumstances of birth could tame. When he’s been constantly surrounded by vapid peers, stimulated by nothing because of the lack of need to be stimulated, it was easy to be attracted to Adam.

He looks over at Adam once more, eyebrows raised at the sudden switch in the conversation. Thankfully, Adam can’t see the way he reddens once again (why is it just around Adam that he so feels so utterly and completely exposed?).

His throat goes very dry.

It’s quiet for a few beats not because he’s planning to lie, but because he had never been prepared to tell the truth so directly under their normal life circumstances.]

I do, [he mutters, now regretting that this is the situation in which his secret needs to be exposed. But if it’s for Adam’s safety, damn his sensibilities to hell.]

I have. For a while, [he adds, looking at Adam’s body language, analyzing every twitch, every hair movement on his best friend’s head, trying to figure out Adam’s state of mind before he needs to hear it. His terror at being rejected beats at the core of him. The thought of being rejected is compounded by what that would mean in this situation if Adam deems him insincere. It nauseates him.]

[A rush of anger flares up in Adam's heart. He would believe this was a lie so much more easily than acknowledging it as true. For too many reasons to name, it's unthinkable that Gansey could have felt that way this whole time. It could be a lie for Adam's sake. It makes more sense that way.

But Adam knows it isn't a lie at all. Gansey's anxiety spills out like blood from a self-inflicted wound. He's tearing himself open, tossing the truth at Adam's feet as a desperate offering.

Adam shuts his eyes against it.]

Gansey...

[It would have been better if he hadn't asked. Hadn't forced the confession. He honestly hadn't realized.

Adam's limbs unfold. He eases closer, getting on his knees, opening his eyes just as he brings his mouth to Gansey's. His eyelashes tremble. The rest of him does not.]

May I kiss you?

[And his first reaction is to curl in on himself when Adam approaches.

He swallows thickly and instead, leaves himself open for whatever it is Adam is going to say next—surely something about accusing him of lying, that it’s a terrible tactic to use in this kind of situation etc.

But when Adam is suddenly so close and asks what he does, Gansey doesn’t—can’t—breathe.

His own eyes look up to confirm what his body sensed—how close Adam is.]

Yes, [he whispers, moving just that much closer to Adam, opening his posture but giving Adam the final option of whether he wants to do what Gansey is sensing he’s trying to do, much to his disbelief. The world is still and the invisible clock ticking down their time has frozen and it’s just the two of them.]

[Before Gansey can change his mind. Before Adam can lose his nerve. He has to. They have to. It isn't right, but it's all they can do. Adam takes a breath.

His mouth brushes an apology to Gansey's lips. A whispered thing. Next, a reassurance, slower and firmer. Then Adam presses in deeper, his hands coming up and his fingers caressing Gansey's jaw.

It shouldn't be like this. But he's glad that it can be, at all, at least once. It's long overdue. Their lives nearly ended before they ever took this chance. God, what if they had? What if Adam had died without knowing the way mint tastes when it's on Gansey's lips?]

[He barely has time to process the first kiss with its brevity before Adam pulls away—but he’s back and Gansey submits himself to believing this is happening. And just as he’s coming to terms with that, the touch sends a shiver down his spine and he responds in kind, wanting to map out Adam’s mouth in case this never happens again.

He died without knowing Adam’s lips and he won’t do it again.

Gansey’s hand comes up to cup Adam’s cheek, thumb brushing a sharp cheekbone. His heart is pounding in his throat. The circumstances don’t matter at the moment. He sighs into the kiss.

He is Adam’s, as he’s wanted for so long.]

[What would have happened if Gansey had kissed him a year ago? Adam had spent many bitter, lonely nights wondering what it would take to have someone like him. But what if Gansey had done this during their trip to D.C.? How furious it would have made Adam. Is this fun for you, Gansey? Rolling around in the dirt with the likes of me? Everything in those days had been about wanting, never having. He would have inevitably broken Gansey's heart all in the name of pride.

Adam accepts it now for what it is. He isn't just another one of Gansey's adventures, one in a long tour of curiosities. They'd both been wishing on the same star all this time, in silence, because wishes wouldn't come true if you said them out loud. They'd looked at one another and both saw something impossible to obtain.

A soundless laugh escapes Adam. His lips part against Gansey's mouth, hungry for Gansey's hunger, tongue gliding and tasting it. All along, it had been Gansey chasing after him, and Adam too blinded by insecurity to see it.]

[Gansey feels like he must be dreaming, that none of this can be real. Those days of yearning are over and he's sliding his lips against Adam's, soft at first, quickly increasing in intensity, in neediness.

The day's emotional rollercoaster has worn down his willpower as the hand cupping Adam's cheek now travels back, threading his fingers through Adam's hair. He's desperate for touch after the harrowing ordeal of the past 24 hours and Adam's is most welcome.

He gladly allows Adam to explore. When he can't go further without air, he pulls back ever so slightly, panting with a breathless laugh of disbelief.]

[It's Gansey's need that Adam feels most prominently, radiating like heat off his skin. There it is, in every touch, and Adam drinks it in. Though Adam has left behind the desert of his past and taken up a home in Ronan's oasis, it hasn't been enough time for him to forget all the years he spent alone. He'll take every drop of affection that Gansey sees fit to give him.

Crawling closer, Adam slowly maneuvers Gansey's legs and makes way to settle into his lap. The bed feels much too far away. Adam doesn't have the patience to get there. His thighs squeeze Gansey's hips. His tongue buries itself deep into Gansey's mouth. He nearly moans, but he strangles the sound before it can leave him and betray to Gansey just how much he's enjoying this.]

[He complies easily, adjusting his legs and placing his hands behind Adam's thighs to pull him close--as close as possible. Gansey's head tilts up towards Adam, allowing him to lead, to lay claim to him. His hands move up to rest on Adam's hips, to hold him in place. Gansey doesn't want him to move any further.

He loses himself more in the moment, a small sound of pleasure escaping from deep in his throat. He's enjoying himself too much to care that it got out at this point. Never in his dreams did he believe Adam could want him like this, after all of their stupid fights, after Gansey sticking his foot in his mouth, after Gansey trying in his own way to get closer to Adam.]

[Adam's already struggling to remember that there's a specific process they're supposed to follow, and that sound Gansey makes only distracts him further. He's enjoying this, isn't he? Enjoying it in a real way, not just because the circumstances could be worse.

Rolling his hips forward, Adam allows Gansey to feel his arousal throbbing in the confines of his jeans. A breath shudders out of him as their kiss breaks momentarily. He still doesn't want to come off desperate or weak. These kisses are only the first step, and there's the second requirement yet to be met. They can't lose themselves already. Adam fights to steady his voice:]

I have to - I'm supposed to...

[How is he even going to say this out loud? To Gansey.]

Irrumabo...

[But Gansey never paid much attention in Latin, let alone encountered vulgar Latin poetry.]

I have to make you suck me off. And it's gotta be, um... forceful.

[He gasps into Adam's mouth, missing Adam's warmth immediately when they part. Knowing and feeling Adam's arousal makes it difficult to think. The hint of a waver in Adam's voice dampens the embarrassment hidden under a fog of lust. Gansey doesn't think he's ever felt so vulnerable.

Eyes focusing on Adam, a confused look crosses his features--that word doesn't sound familiar to him at all. When Adam explains though, Gansey feels like his ears are on fire. But it's not necessarily shame he's feeling, as Adam can likely feel by then.

The act itself isn't what he has a question about.]

How forceful?

I don't know. I've never...

[Well. It's not that he's never. But the same act performed on Ronan feels a thousand times more indecent with Gansey. Not because he's virginal, but because he's Gansey. Adam's cock throbs and aches at the thought of violating him, a desire that leaves Adam feeling a bit ill just seconds later.]

I won't hurt you. I think I'm just supposed to be in control.

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