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TDM #2


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »




« « « 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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runawaynatblida: (Default)

Luna | The 100 | Submissive

[personal profile] runawaynatblida 2018-10-14 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
ilyushkano: (you have appeared to my life)

Portia Devorak | The Arcana | Submissive

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
« who let the dogs out

[Waking up in a strange room with strange people and her clothes missing had been... alarming. But Portia had been forced to shelve that alarm and snap into business mode when she heard the sounds of screaming and snarling and loud, dangerous growls, a sound that over the past few years she has been ingrained to respond to immediately

Oh the bright side, she didn't have to wait for Pepi, her darling cat, to be 'processed,' and the personnel in question were only a little mauled by the dogs.

On the downside (pun currently unregistered), she's now struggling with a cheap umbrella as two very spoiled, wicked hounds practically try to scale her to get out of the drizzle.

Pepi, the clever girl, has curled up around her shoulders already.]


You two are such babies! Weren't you supposed to be some kind of fancy hunting dogs?

[Whiiiiine.]

Ugh, just... here let's, let's shuffle under this awning and wait for it to pass. Ugh. This is why you live inside, isn't it...


« « lies travel in company

[She doesn't know if locking the dogs in the bathroom back in the motel room will actually... hold them, but she does know that she can't be responsible for them being in a locked, moving room with dozens of innocent strangers. Pepi is still with her, stunningly well-behaved in her lap compared to the other two hellions that got dragged along on this wild ride.

Portia is a bit stunned, all but plastered to the window. It's likely some kind of magic, she knows, but it's still fascinating; the city is like nothing she's ever seen in Nevivon or Vesuvia or anywhere in between.

Feel free to ask her to budge over, though!

Unlike Melchior and Mercedes she doesn't bite.]


Oh, I should fine a way to get some pomegranates before heading back...


« « « a.w.o.l.

[Room B looks startlingly like one of the rooms in the Palace, and Portia has spent her entire time as an employee snooping around and discovering different passages and secret areas. She's totally got this, if you're lucky enough to get stuck with her.]

Oh, hey, this part of the moulding presses in!

[A small compartment pops open by you.]


« « « « the key to hearts

Not... really used to being on this end of things...

[But she had come, because the fancy free food was almost enough to appease the two white monsters who are apparently going to dictate her life.

She's seated, and her name was taken down for some reason, but instead of dancing or schmoozing or chatting up the servers to get the inside scoop, she's stuck sitting in a secluded corner, handfeeding spoiled dogs pomegranates to keep them calm and happy.]



« « « « « wildcard

[Hit me with your own prompt! I'm down for just about anything.]

Lotor | Voltron | Submissive

[personal profile] domesticate 2018-10-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
SFW | LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY


[ it annoys him that he cannot place the development of these people on the finely-tuned scale he's developed with all his time on so many varied worlds. here is a thing he would prefer to attribute to an advanced race, immediately undercut by something he would attribute to a lower one. but lotor keeps his mouth shut and his posture agreeable and friendly, throughout the new arrival shuffle, where they finally returned his plain black bodysuit, and the subsequent deposit onto the train.

he has been told he is a submissive in their caste system, and tattooed with their mark to indicate as much. it has not been difficult to bend, to accommodate, to yield.

he is not a child, to press his face to the glass and watch the city speed by. but it keeps his attention far less than the people onboard, who he only glances over briefly as they board.

there is a scuffle, of some sort, with the submissives ahead of the group. not enough seats, and one moves to accommodate a pair, and so on, with a great deal of downcast eyes during the process. this draws lotor's attention, if only because the place next to him is empty. when it becomes apparent that one of the new arrivals will be expected to give up their seat and relocate to the one next to his, he watches them. if submissive, his gaze is blatant though neutral, until they sit next to him. if dominant, he meets their eyes only for a moment before casting his own aside. ]


NSFW | THE KEY TO HEARTS


[ the food alone had been worth it, lotor muses, tugging at the cuff of the top he'd been given for the event. but there was always a price, even if he hadn't been sure of how he'd be expected to pay it until now. at least he'd been spared the humiliation of some sort of auction. no, drawn lots was brutally simple, even if he had no desire to hope for any specific outcome.

lined up, like so many prizes on display, he gradually loses those standing to his right and to his left as each dominant draws a slip. he isn't so much expecting it as pleased to be spared the continuing pageantry when the host calls out, ]
Lotor! [ and he takes a step forward to better see the one he'd been chosen by. it's only a flicker of a glance, he wants privacy, following them out of the general bustle sedately, waiting until he can be heard properly before he says, ] Good evening.
Edited 2018-10-14 21:35 (UTC)
cowared: (and i'm afraid i won't get out alive)

The Nian Beast | OC | Submissive

[personal profile] cowared 2018-10-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ When your brief, but remarkable time living among humans is spent being led around by a small boy it's honestly amazing how difficult it is to figure out how to do things on your own. Without the human guide, Luo Yang, that Nian has been relying on to figure out routine things like public transit, the task of finding his way around the Down requires Herculean effort on his part. It's amazing he's managed to make in time for this tour at all, and he largely has well intentioned Submissive bystanders there to at first point, and then directly lead him to where he was meant to be.

Even when he's actually on the train he seems to have trouble doing what he's supposed to do. Everyone else can manage to sit in their seats just fine, but the Nian has positioned himself with his knees on the chair, facing backwards, with his face pressed firmly against the window.

It should be mentioned that Luo Yang did, in fact, teach the Nian the proper way to sit while riding on a train. The lesson just didn't seem to stick.
]

A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. (ROOM B)

[ Escape rooms are a new concept to the Beast, as are fancy European style rooms like the one he finds himself in. Being stuck in the Down hasn't really given him a better reference point for this either, and while he should be alarmed at finding himself somewhere he definitely didn't intend to go, he's mostly just marveling at the various decorations in the room, and--

Climbing onto the table to try and grab at the chandelier.

Cool...

He's definitely not trying to get out of the escape room right now, but if he's lucky maybe he'll stumble across a clue anyway.
]

THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ How fancy this whole thing is! Too fancy for the Nian, who at any given point in time is wearing jeans, a t-shirt with some sort of wild cartoon print on it, and brightly colored shoes. This is what happens when you're taken in by a human family with a ten year old son that you let pick your clothing for you.

As far as he's aware he's just as fancily dressed as anyone else here right now though, and doesn't seem even a little bit bothered by the distressed looks he gets when he marches in the venue to see what's going on. The waitstaff seems slightly confused about whether or not they should be kicking him out when they take down his name, but he's beelining to the closest table with food on it before anyone has a chance to say much to him.

Turning to whoever is nearest to him he points at the table and asks.
]

I can eat all of this?

[ This is not an exaggeration. He does mean all. ]
deorum: ᴘᴇɴᴘᴇɴ_ᴛᴀᴍɪᴋᴜsᴀ @ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ (009. ❚)

halcyon ( original character ) submissive

[personal profile] deorum 2018-10-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
a. waist. of. leeways.
( being so new to the city, Halcyon can confidently say that he's still not really sure of where he's trying to go every time he steps off the elevator. what he is certain of, however, is that the room he currently finds himself wasn't anywhere near his list of destinations.

add to it that he's stuck here until a timer runs out, and the whole thing is a heavy annoyance that makes it near impossible to focus on solving any puzzles.

he's never seen a room like this before, and he struggles to find the point of the exercise, but he does his best to help the dominant he's been paired with. )


I apologize for how useless I am in this scenario. ( his words aren't spoken aloud, but instead directly into the mind of his partner as he lifts yet another item and searches for meaning in the puzzle. )

I've never been one to solve puzzles in a timely manner. ( even his thoughts sound exhausted. )

the key to hearts.
( the whole event seems to be a waste of extravagance to Halcyon. wouldn't the money be better spent just donating it straight to the children? housing them themselves? the dominants seem to be flooded with nothing but money, so why organize an event to make a show of caring when they could just act on those feelings instead?

yet Halcyon attends, nonetheless. after all, he won't find answers to his questions by staying home. not that he's much more successful at the party. he stands to the side with a drink, eyes narrowed and watching others. already regretting his decision to come once his name's been given as an uncontracted submissive. )


Do they hold events like this regularly? ( he finally asks someone when he gathers a second drink. )


( ooc; halcyon does communicate through telepathy only. he can project his thoughts but not read the thoughts of others. open to any room options for the first prompt. )
Edited 2018-10-14 21:35 (UTC)
motivation: (【 182 】)

dutch | killjoys

[personal profile] motivation 2018-10-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc; dutch's real name is yalena yardeen, so i'm going with dominant for the sake of the tdm, but if anyone wants to play out a scenario where dutch is a submissive, lmk. i'm good either way ]

I. the 13th step
[ dutch is no stranger to seeing wealth. she's never actually possessed any, but she grew up in a royal harem and for a short moment in her life - for the night of her wedding - she'd been queen. her life before that, she'd been trained to impress those with wealth. to fool them into thinking she belonged.

(she'd been trained for a whole lot of other things, too, none quite so harmless as making royalty fall in love.)

waking up and entering the up, going through orientation and the tour - it's all bullshit, she's pretty sure. she's got a war to fight and a universe to save and a dead father figure to impress, she's got a team to keep safe. she can't be here, but she is. so the first thing she does when all of it is done? she finds the bar.

so that's where she can be found, not nursing drinks but knocking them back. it's not enough to make her forget where she is, unfortunately. a fight or a fuck wouldn't, either, and she's not sure which she's in the mood for. eventually, she decides the mechanical bull will be a good distraction to start with. ]


How's this? If I can stay on that thing for more than five minutes, you pay for all my drinks tonight. [ said to whoever's closest, her tone casual, the accent english for all that she's not from earth at all. ]


II. the key to hearts
[ fancy events like this don't usually end well in dutch's experience. if there aren't actual genetic bombs involved, there's backstabbing - and dutch would consider keeping a hold of a shrimp fork if not for the fact that somewhere in the fanciful updo of her hair, she's already hidden a knife. (where else was she going to put a weapon? her dress doesn't leave much space for one.)

so instead of shrimp, she sips on champagne and looks around, cataloguing people and behaviour (and entrances and exits).

ask her to dance and she'll gladly oblige, whether it's with another dominant (seizing up the competition?) or with a submissive. ask her for anything else and who knows what her response will be. ]


III. wildcard
[ sit next to dutch during orientation, jump straight to smut, text her with some assumed cr or find her in a gym (surely there's a gym) beating a punching bag or challenging people to a spar. ]
classchampion: (pic#11974292)

djeeta | granblue fantasy | submissive

[personal profile] classchampion 2018-10-14 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
› a. lies travel in company (the market)

[ It's kind of embarrassing to strut around in this kind of dress. She'd change, if she weren't clutching onto her sword so tightly her knuckles turned white. Djeeta did not normally give herself to panic, but while she was of age, that didn't she was intimately aware of... well, anything like this. The words kept swirling around in her head as she walked through the soft rain, recalling the way a Submissive sat down on the floor next to a Dominant and feeling, for the first time in many years, like she was completely out of her depth.

Would she have to do that, too? She found herself questioning her own strength.

No. No. She had to stay alert. Djeeta breathed in sharply and smacked her own cheeks, letting out a soft whine as the pain worked its way into her mind. ]


Where am I...? [ She looked up and around her, taking in the sights. The sights of... lingerie and boots. Ah. ]

This couldn't be our housing... excuse me? [ She looked across the street, trying to find someone she might be able to talk to. ]

› b. the key to hearts

[ The one thing that was really good about this dress was that it was pretty good to dance in. At least it looked formal enough that she didn't feel like she was sticking out like a sore thumb.

Not that Djeeta really knew how to dance. But it seemed that most of the women were lacing their arms around their partner's necks and swaying with them?

She tries that, though her partner might find it difficult to place their own hands - given Djeeta's sword seems to be right where their hand should be. It's a silent, accidental reminder to maybe not try anything frisky. ]


It doesn't really feel right being at a party, somehow...

[ Surprisingly, Djeeta doesn't seem very keen on company tonight: especially as the night winds down, she seems more intent on looking outside and asking about the safety of the event and the city itself, if anything. Can't keep a workaholic from her work. ]

› c. wildcard

[ Wanna catch Djeeta fighting crime or kicking ass and taking names? Let's do it! Or something more low key is cool too, everything is free game. ]
Edited 2018-10-14 21:48 (UTC)
shipyards: (b r o w s)

Han Solo | Star Wars | submissive

[personal profile] shipyards 2018-10-14 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( lies travel in company )

[He's found himself in the back of the train, hunched down as low as he can go. He's pretty much lost everything right now-- ship included, and Chewy is no where in sight. It's not that he can't come back from this. He's been through worse, but he feels like he just got to something. He managed to finally get on top. And this place shoves him right back down.

He should be paying attention, and part of him is taking it in, but right now his eyes are on the others around him. Who has the similar line down their neck (and who is trying to hide it) and who doesn't. He's not keen on talking to anyone, but the seat next to him is open.]


( the key to hearts )

[He fusses at the tie, not liking the feel around his neck. How he got roped into this is a longer story, but he's here and shuffling in the corner. Really, if he can get out of here, the sooner the better. The end game isn't a bad one, but none of this sits well with him. Homeless kids that can't help where they've ended up is a little close to home for his comfort.

He lets the tie hang a little loose as he grabs something to drink, looking back at the others. This definitely isn't his kind of place, but he plasters on a smile for the sake of the event and nods to the person next to him.]


So what do people usually do at these things?
whatsina_name: (Phillip [Smile])

who let the dogs out

[personal profile] whatsina_name 2018-10-14 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh no there are dogs.

Phillip, who at least has a better umbrella, will come over to help, holding it over her head.]


I guess they're not enjoying being here anymore than most of us. [He'll hold his hand out to one of them to let them sniff, while mostly trying to make sure Portia in her paper gown doesn't get soaked.] You just got here, huh?
ilyushkano: (we do it all the time)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
AaaaAAAAAH. NO. DOWN.

[Portia lunges forward, dropping her umbrella in the process, and manages to curl her fingers into Mercedes' intricate golden collar and haul back with all her weight before that pretty white muzzle with its sharp, sharp teeth can snap shut on this poor unsuspecting man's fingers.

Melchior takes the opportunity to squirm under the cover of her discarded umbrella, panting smugly.]


Oh man, you... you really should not take liberties with these ones, I can't overstate this enough. They really don't take well to strangers.
highoctaneblood: (pic#12631300)

max rockatansky | mad max fury road | dominant

[personal profile] highoctaneblood 2018-10-14 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[Normally, Max would fight these people-- but they haven't gagged or bound him, and he's pretty hurt from what he just came out of. He even gives them a small wave as he leaves the room, out to the train platform. Seat 34 was what they told him.

He goes to sit down, and someone's already gotten seat 34. Max double checks the number on the seat.]
I- uh, you're in my seat. [He taps the little golden plaque with the number.] I can just go somewhere else, but you might get in trouble. [He turns to find another seat]


« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.

[Max was ushered into Room B. He was told he was Dominant, and had to help the Submissive from the room. Sex is required to finish the puzzle. Sex is required. He heard that earlier but he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

He stood in the middle of Room B, looking confused. When the Submissive came in, he fell onto the couch as if he hadn't sat in days.]
Good luck.

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[Max has never worn a suit in his life. He also hasn't slept in a few days, so he's bleary eyed and eating all the food. He eats like a child, or a dog. Or a child dog.

When it's time for a Dominant to pick a name, Max shrugs and pulls a name. He reads it aloud and looks around the room.]
Well, if they're not here, I'll just be on my way...
bloodpainter: (Kawaii. As. Fuck.)

Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck | Submissive (OTA)

[personal profile] bloodpainter 2018-10-14 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Lies Travel In Company:

You know how children can't seem to stay in their seats on long trips? You know how cats seem to be able to get anywhere, especially places you don't want them to be?

Well combine both of those, and you have Nepeta Leijon on a train. The mark on her face doesn't really seem to bother the horned gray girl, and she wastes no time peering out the windows, poking her nose in at people, and attempting to literally climb the walls of the train.

She's got some very good senses, though, and the second she feels anyone looking at her, she turns to them with a blink, a pair of big eyes, and a wide, toothy smile.

"Hi! I'm Nepeta!"

Waist of Leeways (Any of the three rooms!)

Now this looks interesting. She hadn't intended to come here, wherever it is, but frankly she had no idea where she was going to begin with, so hey, no big deal. Alive with curiosity, Nepeta gets down on all fours immediately and began exploring the new room with eyes and nose alike, trying to figure out what's going on here.

Searching for clues on the floor means that she completely misses the note smack on top of the nearest endtable. On the other hand, at least she's getting into the mystery part right off the bat. That's good, right?

Key to Hearts

"Can I come to this thing in my coat?"

The person who had handed Nepeta the flier was already walking away, leaving her to scowl at their back. Rude. Oh well. She lowers her head to study the flier and tilts her head at it.

"I sure hope I don't need to get a fancy dress or something. A party sounds fun though."

the key to hearts

[personal profile] mastermagician 2018-10-14 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'd come with Julian for the dancing. Even dressed up for the occassion, smoothed his hair back and pinned it delicately into place, a fine, dangling earring drooping down one side of his neck, and after agonizing for days over what to wear, opted for a suit in a pale blue with bright aqua-and-coral jaquard silk lining. The same bright pattern was repeated in the slim tie, which (like the suit) was cut in a slim, feminine style, with tails and form-fitting pants which, he found, made good work of his legs.

He'd only been passing by the alcove, caught sight of familiar red locks, slowed--

and then, in a gasp of recognition, paused just beyond it, whispering softly, ]


...Pasha...?
whatsina_name: (Phillip [That's not good])

[personal profile] whatsina_name 2018-10-14 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Phillip does not do what would normally be the smart thing and pull his hand back, but at least he doesn't get bitten? (He would be fine.)]

Shit, sorry. Guess they really don't... [usually letting them sniff first is the safe bet. Here. he'll basically hold the umbrella over her now. She seems to have her hands full...]

THE KEY TO HEARTS

[personal profile] mastermagician 2018-10-14 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'd come with Julian for the dancing. Even dressed up for the occassion, smoothed his hair back and pinned it delicately into place, a fine, dangling earring drooping down one side of his neck, and after agonizing for days over what to wear, opted for a suit in a pale blue with bright aqua-and-coral jaquard silk lining. The same bright pattern was repeated in the slim tie, which (like the suit) was cut in a sharp, lean, feminine style, with tails and form-fitting pants which, he found, made good work of his legs.

Several inches shorter and a dozen shades of color more loud, he paused beside the other man as he read the name aloud, wincing with the genteel grace of one trained to high manners. ]


I... pardon me, sir, you pulled the name of my companion. Julian. I'm sure he'd be very pleased to meet you, but he spirited away just a moment ago to fetch drinks.
ilyushkano: (when everything else is so faint)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not your fault. Their old master spoiled them to high heaven, from what I've—I said down, dammit—from what I've heard.

[It takes a while, but Mercedes' realizes what Melchior has done and eventually squirms in next to him, also starting to pant smugly.

Portia sighs deeply, puffing a wet lock of red hair out of her face.]


Ugh. ...thank you, and sorry.
larker: (Default)

Gabriel | Supernatural | Dominant

[personal profile] larker 2018-10-14 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

[ Gabriel has been to a lot of places in his long, long lifetime. Hell, he's created enough pocket realities and such to know that finding something new is going to be rare. The universe always has so much to offer and yet sometimes even he wonders at what point it starts repeating itself (isn't it meant to be infinite anyway? One day he'll ask Sam Winchester his thoughts on infinite loops). So when Gabriel finds himself confronted with two doors he oh-so nonchalantly walks through the first one that pings his interest and before he can say Doctor Sexy's sexy cowboy boots the archangels finds himself being sedated and knocked out.

Brilliant. All he'd done was gone for the nearest person and the very idea they'd even managed to get that needle in his neck was impressive enough to keep Gabriel in deep thought. There was obviously some Weird Shit™ going on in this place and by the time he's on the transport the only thing he's managed to come to terms with is the fact he's not a submissive. That would have sucked; in Gabriel's mind no part of him is submissive. He'll dare anyone to make a comment about height and how being short would mean being the weaker of two and then he'd simply throw them into traffic.

By the time Gabriel is settled on the transport he's come to terms with the fact that this is somewhere new, some weird fucky place that messes with everyone in it. It had to mess with them for the simple fact that even he — an archangel — couldn't just fly on out of there. People did not keep others in one place for the good of their health, that shit always has a habit of ending bad and Gabriel has seen enough bad endings to last a few lifetimes.]


What a trashy place. Hey, you — [ Gabriel finishes his (third) candy bar, balling the wrapper up and throwing it at the nearest person to get their attention.] What you in for?



» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[ The invite to a party is too good an opportunity to pass up. Everyone will be schmoozing away, trying to make a good impression with each other. Gabriel knows just how much bullshit goes on behind those masks, how people will smile and smile as they wonder why they have to be sharing the same oxygen with someone else. If anything it's free entertainment though at the same time it could be useful for figuring out who is in such a place. Specifically anyone he knows. Last thing Gabriel wants is any of his brothers getting the jump on him again. The food gets a casual try here and there as Gabriel gravitates to the sweet section. For all the airs and graces going on the food is seemingly average and for now no fights have broken out. There hasn't been so much as a hint of drama and the archangel leans back against the bar, vaguely wondering if he should find the nearest asshole and start them on their downward spiral. Nothing quite says party when hiding under a table as chairs fly overhead.]

Are they just letting you all know about these homeless kiddos or is there actually some kind of a charity set up?


» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS II

[ The name drawing seems to be a good laugh and Gabriel draws a name out of a hat before turning it so people can see.] Someone's lucky day.


» » » WILDCARD

[ooc: anything goes. even network posts. feel free to have Gabriel draw your name out of a hat if you want.]
ilyushkano: (feel like I'll never be the same)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...?

[She's not used to those clothes or their cut, so she just squints at him a moment.

Then her eyes go wide, and the pomegranate in her palm tumbles to the floor, the dogs lazily snapping at one another over it.]


Oh! It's you! Do you know how we got here? Did, um... did a spell go really, really wrong?

[You know, again.]
whatsina_name: (Phillip [Curious])

[personal profile] whatsina_name 2018-10-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So they're not even yours? [Geez. He likes dogs, but they need to be trained and these have clearly been trained... wrong.]

It's no problem. It's rough when you first get here. [Even though anyone who got sorted as a Dominant like him at least got a ride to their new place.] What's your name? I'm Phillip.
ilyushkano: (just like oil on my hands)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
They belonged to Milady's ex-husband, and I work for Milady, so... while they aren't like my Pepi here—

[She gestures to the cat around her neck.]

—I'm the one who feeds them the most, so we're... mostly okay. Most of the time. I'm Portia. It's... I'd say it's nice to meet you, but this has been a weird day so far.
earps: (Default)

13th step; time for some network crosscanon magic

[personal profile] earps 2018-10-14 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The bull is no joke; it's a trial many have attempted, though few have actually conquered, and it's a challenge made all the more impressive when you've been slinging back drinks like you don't give a shit about where you have to be tomorrow. Which means this chick is either very, very confident in her own abilities or she's seriously misjudged the situation. Either way, Wynonna's at the end of her shift but she decides to stick around to see exactly how this is all going to pan out. (Her instincts are pointing towards a successful outcome, for what it's worth.)

Off the clock, she orders a drink of her own — whiskey, neat — and knocks it back, waiting for that familiar warmth to settle in the pit of her stomach before slowly trickling outward, to her limbs. It's been a long night with her on her feet the entire time and while Wynonna takes care to nurse her next round, she watches the prospective challenger from the seat she's assumed a few stools away. ]


They take you up on it? [ In the relatively dim lighting of the bar, she can't make out the face of the individual to whom the dare was posed from here, but she figures she'll have an answer confirmed soon enough. If not, Dutch may have herself another taker. ]
whatsina_name: (Phillip [Listening])

[personal profile] whatsina_name 2018-10-14 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Phillip laughs weakly.] Yeah... I can imagine. They only brought me here a couple of weeks ago.

[Fuck, has it been that long already?] It's... a lot. Are you... doing ok?
hungerneverfed: (vampire | blood red)

Dr. Jonathan Reid | Vampyr | Submissive

[personal profile] hungerneverfed 2018-10-14 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY
« Name: Jonathan Reid
« Handle: jreid
« Picture: Photo ID

Good evening. My name is Dr. Jonathan Reid. I wished to inquire if anyone is aware of a medical treatment facility in the Down that may be in need of a physician. I am unable to locate any map or list of locations with this device I've been given. Thank you for your time.


» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
[Jonathan would like to say he's never felt so mistreated in his life, but the relatively "warm" reception of the natives of this world is in sharp contrast to the murderous intentions of his fellow countrymen the last time he awoke in a place absent the memories of how he arrived. His thirst is ever-present, and he's seated himself as best he can in the shadows while they're being forced into this farce of an orientation. He's kept his ears tuned, though, and his mind sharp on everything. If he's to survive here and make it back to London, to Elisabeth, he'll need to be attentive. And likely obedient.

The doctor sits in the very back, as far from the windows as possible. It would seem the people in charge have some mercy within them. He's a sociable man, though, and while he turns his collar up and sinks into his coat as much as he can, he'll offer a friendly, tight-lipped smile to whomever is seated beside him.]


It is a grand place, is it not? I have never seen trains such as these. Nor a city so vast.

[To most he'll simply appear to be a pale man with a few battle scars. To someone with the ability to see through illusions or those who might have some other supernatural senses, they might see that Jonathan's skin is not just pale, but deathly so. His eyes are dulled with death. When he speaks, the hint of too-sharp canines can be seen below his lip.]


« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.
[Room B is, for the first time since Jonathan has arrived here, somewhere that feels wholly familiar. The luxurious trappings of the room are reminiscent of his family's mansion. He steps out and looks around in confusion. He didn't mean to be here, but he certainly shan't object to it. The doctor is wholly unfamiliar with the concept of escape rooms in his own time. He wanders the room curiously for a minute before deciding to head back to the lift. Before he can get there, there's a ding and someone else is stepping off.

Jonathan's brows rise.]


Would you happen to know where we are? [A 'sir' or 'miss' is appended to that depending on the gender of the person who steps through the doors.]


» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS
[Jonathan's grateful for the chance to mingle at a black-tie affair when it seems that 'Submissives' are never intended to have such luxuries unless they're heaped upon them by a 'Dominant.' The structure of this society is anthropologically fascinating. A part of him wonders if there's some connection to blood that may help account for who is assigned to which class. Otherwise, it seems to be entirely random.

Those in attendance may find they're being studied intensely as Jonathan observes, trying to find some pattern to the assignments here. Eventually, that becomes less interesting than taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers and approaching another person. They might be a Dominant or a fellow Submissive. Either way, he offers a polite smile.]


I wonder if this sort of event is a regular occurrence. I confess, I've not seen any children in attendance if this is meant to be for their benefit. That seems peculiar, does it not?
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ilyushkano: (feel like I'll never be the same)

[personal profile] ilyushkano 2018-10-14 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... I could be better.

[She wants Milady to swoop in and fix everything with a wave of her hand. She wants to be back in Vesuvia, even with the mess of problems stirred up there and the dogs' ex-master on the loose.

She wants her big brother, dammit.]