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TDM #20
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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. ... and 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. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 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. |
.gif) (cw: altered mental states, coercion)Things have settled down in Duplicity over the last month and the city is returning to its usual groove. That means the intake and integration of new arrivals is again at the forefront of LIEs' mission statement. They want people to fit in, after all, and embrace the role they've been given. Upon arrival at Orientation, all characters—new and old alike—will be issued a bracelet to wear corresponding to their designation. Dominants will be given a silver bracelet while Submissives will receive a black bracelet. These bracelets enhance the role the character has been assigned and can only be removed by LIEs staff. All characters will feel comfortable and accepting of their designation for the duration of Orientation (until the bracelet is removed). In addition to acclimating them to their role, the bracelets have an LED screen interface on the outside that will flash the name of an individual that LIEs has decided they should be 'matched' with. The closer they get to the person, the quicker the name will flash on the bracelet, until it's replaced with a checkmark and a satisfactory ding to signal they've found their match. Characters are paired together based on a certain 'compatibility' factor determined by LIEs' internal matchmaking system. Until the pair finds something they agree on (aside from the fact they don't want to be in Orientation) they'll be stuck hovering within a few feet of one another, unable to go their separate ways. |
 (cw: aphro, dubcon, coercion, exhibitionism, public use) With the heat of the summer sun waning and a chill wind now blowing in the evenings, a rather popular exhibition has set up shop once again in Duplicity, attracting crowds of locals and more recent transplants alike. All new arrivals are given tickets to attend and those who are without contracts are strongly encouraged to check it out. Surrounding a large building near the Orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announce the return of the Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. With it being the expo's second year in town, admission is free for all newly arrived LIERs and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city for discounted tickets. Even if you refuse them, you'll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are curtained dressing rooms and cubicles set up all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products in a semi-private setting. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. Screens with flashing advertisements are everywhere as well, contributing to the sensory overload. Most of the ads are for the products and attractions within the event, as well as the companies behind them, but a few are strangely...unmemorable. As in, characters will not be able to recall the content of them afterward no matter how hard they try. Some of the smaller booths sell more standard toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items one might find in any sex shop. Others advertise apps for the devices, one of the most notable being HUGGR (which LIERs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app). Bored-looking LIEs interns staff a booth promoting Quickie, an app available only to citizens in good standing that, among other things, allows them to streamline the quota check-in process. The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen-minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, the booth representatives offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert'f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert's "special" merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie's Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Characters are encouraged to spin a roulette wheel for a free surprise bag. If they get lucky, they'll win a delicious sample. Landing on a non-winning space will net them a suggestion of a sexual act to be performed on the person accompanying them or whoever is next in line. The sweets themselves taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects—until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. The craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (cw: objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers demonstrate how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and, eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know from home. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that's not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot's controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? If all of this wasn't uncanny enough, this year's sexpo brings with it the grand reveal of bots that look just like yourself. The main difference between these and the other familiar-looking bots is that the bots that look like characters in game have been programmed not only with personalities that match their Duplicity designation, but false memories of a cookie-cutter lifestyle they may have had if they had always been a native of the city. Any questions to the bot about one's early life or family will be met with vague answers, shrouded in mystery, but ask them what they studied in school, their favorite bar to visit, their hobbies and sexual proclivities? All these details have apparently been scripted. These 'replica' bots cannot be purchased, but they can be fucked under supervision, if that tickles one's fancy. |
 (cw: transactional sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism) A new addition to the expo this year is a display of neon-lit peep show booths. Anyone feeling daring enough can put on solitary shows in exchange for tokens, and uncontracted Submissives (and Submissives in general) are encouraged to participate by those running the expo. These booths have two way mirrors, cameras, and a selection of (sponsored!) toys for the performers to use. For those who wish to watch the show live, they can pay a fee to sit in an adjoining booth and observe through the mirror. Everything that happens in the rooms is filmed and sold for money later on. Naturally. The tokens earned from the peep shows can be used exclusively at the expo for the purchase of various goods or services from participating vendors. They may also be exchanged at the adjacent prize booth for a selection of rewards ranging from sex toys to food and simple comfort items. The show organizers cooked this token exchange system up to give those without much spending money another means of enjoying the expo so they don't have to go home empty-handed. Isn't that nice? |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would choose the red pill and harsh truth, they are a Submissive. If your character would choose the blue pill and blissful ignorance, they are a Dominant. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Submissive
[ He remembers falling, remembers hearing the creaking and groaning of metal, the crash of the collapsing asteroid lab above him as the gravity of the star or planet or whatever it was pulled them toward it, the debris as it drifted past. He remembers the scrape of his blade through metal as the combined weight of two people pulled it downward. He remembers clinging to Shiro's wrist and refusing to let go. What he does not remember though, is there being a door... or maybe it wasn't a literal one so much as a figurative one in that moment.
And yet, the next thing he remembers is a flurry of medical scrubs and lab coats, an exam that went by in a blur as his mind rushed to try and process everything -where was Shiro?-, a paper gown, some basic directions, a phone-like device, a time and location, and then he was out on the street, dazed, confused, and utterly lost. What just happened? ]
Okay, there's gotta be a logical explanation for this. Somehow. Maybe. I just... gotta figure it out.
[ But first, he needs to get his bearings, which means trying to find the address of the place he was told he'd be staying at, if just to use it as a base. Looking around until he picks out someone who doesn't appear to be caught up in conversation or incredibly busy in their own right, Keith takes a slow, deep breath and makes his approach. ]
Hi, can I- could you tell me how to get here? [ The address is for the location of housing in the Down, but everything was such a blur to him that he can't recall the directions he'd been given. ]
« « You'll Fit Right In
[ The bracelets were weird enough, but then the explanations came, and it's really all he can do to make heads or tails of things. LIEs, deceit genes, contracts, quotas... it's all too much to take in at once, so instead he focuses on the things that he can: the flashing name on his bracelet. Okay, perhaps he should've paid more attention to what the name was rather than the fact that it seemed to act like some sort of LED game of Hot or Cold, flashing faster here and slower as he moved in a different direction, but the flashing lights are enough of a distraction for his already frazzled nerves. Meandering through the group of people, he doesn't bother to look where he's going, muttering vague apologies when he collides with others until the flashing grows almost frantic.
There it is, that ding to signify that he's found whatever it is he's supposed to find, the name turning to a checkmark, but now what? ]
Is yours doing this too, or is mine just broken?
« « Come One, Come All
[ The expo hall almost reminds him of some sort of mall, only he's not there to look for scaultrite lenses and won't be leaving on a hovering cow. The booths and demonstrations with their flashing lights and myriad of sounds are almost too much for him, and there are times when he has to retreat to a corner just to take a break from it all and let his mind recalibrate, but there's one thing that prompts him to stay there and not skip out on it all: the lure of cash, since he has none. ]
« A. [ The VR headset doesn't seem so bad, and because of that, he's willing to try it out. He's there by himself, but since it looks like a team thing, if someone is in need of a partner, he'll step up. Of course, he's not entirely sure what the scenario is other than that it's a collaborative thing, but he's used to having to do team-building exercises - how bad could it possibly be? ]
« B. [ As if getting bribed into a demo at Symphony Hydraulics without knowing what he was signing up for -and left him a little sore and hoarse afterward- wasn't bad enough, he just had to go for the food. It had all seemed innocent enough, and it was good but now he's regretting it. In truth though, he got off easy because having the idea of sex in a public space stuck in his head isn't quite as bad as what it could have been, but he'd rather just keep those thoughts to himself and not broadcast it to the world. Unfortunately for him though, while he's trying to stay in his lane, he's also not paying much attention to where he's going, bumping into someone a little too hard. ]
Sorry! Sorry, I didn't see you there, I was uh... distracted! I wasn't thinking! Well, I was, but not about you- that is... I mean, I could but definitely not in any kind of sexual way because that'd be weird and- and... Sorry?
[ The panic is real because he's never been good at trying to lie about what he was doing, even when it's not anything to worry about. How much time is there until this wears off? ]
« « Token In The Slot
[ When all else fails, try the direct approach and ask people what they know about the place and those who run it and if there's a way out. In fact, this method has been so absolutely not successful so far but he's held his ground and kept stopping people who pass by that he's failed to realize that he's in a line until he's suddenly short some cash and being ushered into a booth with a very confused look on his face. Despite his attempts at claiming otherwise, the door still closes behind him, leaving him alone in a dimly lit room. Now what has he gotten himself into?
There's not much time to think about it though, as the lights on the other side of the glass come on and the peep show he accidentally stumbled into begins... ]
« « Wildcard
[ Just because it's not here doesn't mean I won't do it. Feel free to come at me with anything you like! ]
come one come all B
Unfortunately for Keith, the person he's currently babbling at is Pidge. Ordinarily, she likes to think she's a lot better at being aware of her surroundings. She's willing to chalk this one up to the fact that she was somewhat distracted by the soft-baked peanut butter cookie she's still in the process of finishing off.
Instead of answering right away, she lets her fellow Paladin babble until he's said all he has to say. Trying to process the fact that Keith is back again and figuring out how much - if anything - he remembers about his previous time will just have to wait until the cookie is gone.
She does eventually find her voice, though.]
So what were you thinking? And please- feel free to be specific.
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Nothing! Just... thinking. About stuff. Like things... and stuff...
[ Because that's not hella vague. Really though, how do you tell someone you've known for a while now that you've been thinking about what it'd be like to find a nice well-lit and not-at-all-out-of-the-way place to bang pretty much anyone who'd give you the time of day? ]
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Keith, however, is just too entertaining for words right now.]
Things and stuff?
[It's not terribly specific, which is immediately a bit disappointing, but she's willing to give him a pass due to the fact that he's probably trying to process all of this.]
How long have you been here?
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[ While he isn't entirely sure if the little pastry he'd consumed was the culprit behind why his brain wanted nothing but to think about sex, he's pretty certain it had something to do with it, because it's not something he'd normally be thinking about. If his was in part responsible for those thoughts, though, what about hers? Did it come from the same stand? Was there the potential for cross-contamination? Would she like to be cross-contaminated on that bench over there? What about over by that empty table? On the empty table? Will his brain kindly just shut up already?
Burying his face in one hand in an effort to hide both the colour creeping into his face and any chance of his thoughts being broadcast on his face, Keith takes a deep breath and gives an audible sigh. He's half afraid of what might come out of his mouth the longer this goes on! ]
Please tell me it didn't come from the old lady's booth.
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I figured that was the case.
[She's intentionally not answering that question just yet. He should know enough about her to know that the odds of her having made it herself are pretty slim to none. And sure, Hunk is generally willing to spoil people with baked goods whenever they ask, but this is not that sort of situation.]
I could tell you it came from somewhere else but I'm not in the habit of lying.
[Presently, and not about food, at any rate. Ordinarily, she'd know better than to trust anything the city is handing out. But these are special circumstances. Speaking of which...]
What did you have and how long ago was it?
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It was some little cake-thing. Maybe fifteen... twenty minutes ago? I wasn't exactly looking at the time.
[ No, he'd been looking at other things at that time, like the exits, and anyone suspicious who might know something about how to get out of here. Perfectly normal things. And now, those exits aren't nearly as appealing as the empty tables, walls, and even the unoccupied chairs are.
But she seems fine. ]
And you don't feel weird after eating that?
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[It's hardly the best description, so Pidge can't be blamed for questioning it. She's more worried about how long it's been, anyway. Naturally, he has no idea, so she supposes they'll just have to wait and see what happens.
It's that last question that really catches her attention, though.]
Not yet. And look. I know it's a mistake to trust the food and drinks a lot of the time, but peanut butter cookies are one of my weaknesses.
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What do you mean 'it's a mistake'?
[ His voice is laced with wariness. Where had she been maybe twenty minutes ago when he'd won the little snack cake on that prize wheel? What did she mean by that? What is that thing going to do to him? ]
That better be the only one you had...
[ Because trying to think about anything other than getting down and dirty where anyone could see is not easy and he can't guarantee he'll be able to help her out if something like this happens to her, too. ]
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[The way she says it suggests that she's a little surprised he even had to ask. Then again, this isn't his first appearance in this place, and she's already aware of the fact that people sometimes come back without their memories of being here.]
I just had the one, so I'm sure it'll be fine.
[But because she can't just leave it there-]
How are you feeling?
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[ The words are rushed, if only because trying to put it in words means talking to her about something he's not even sure how to explain. Is there a nice way to say 'i can't stop thinking about sex' without saying it? Wait... what did she say there? ]
Like what kind of something?
[ Is he going to die from this? Can a person die from this? ]
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[He'll have to forgive her for sounding a little skeptical. It's understandable, though, when confronted with the reality of the city. This place can be a lot to take in for the uninitiated.]
Think about everything you've seen and heard so far. What do you think they put in the food?
[It's an indirect way of answering the question without having to come right out and answer it. Keith is smart. She's pretty sure he'll be able to work it out.
And if not, well...]
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Some sort of drug. To make people do what they want.
[ It's bad enough that the little cake he had was definitely laced with something, but knowing that she knows is even worse somehow because he can't hide it despite not wanting to admit to what effect it had. The only problem is that it's not getting any better and trying to deny it is incredibly difficult. ]
Something that messes with your head to the point that you can't get it to go away but you can't stop thinking about it and it just makes it worse.
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In the end, she decides to go with a bit of column A and a bit of column B.]
Glad we're on the same page. For the record, I would've also just accepted 'drugs'.
[She's teasing him a little because it's the easiest way she's found to deflect from the reality of this place.]
Maybe you shouldn't be thinking about it so much.
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[ He's reaching, but it's really all he can do to try and keep things light. Try to ignore the reality of it for a little bit longer.
Or not. ]
No, that's just it. I can't not think about it because it won't let me stop!
[ And at the same time, he's also running on the pent-up joy of having been around nobody but his mother and a wolf for two years, so it doesn't help the situation. At least when he was on missions he had something to distract him from the idiocy that was teenage hormones, and when he'd been at the Castle with the others, he could retreat to his room whenever he wanted and nobody would bother him. ]
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[Though, really, who says drug?]
Well, yea. It's obviously not going to work if you're just standing around trying not to think about it.
[One of the quickest ways to get her to do something is to tell her not to do it. This isn't quite the same as that, but the principle is the same. Maybe.
Either way, Pidge is quickly realizing that she's probably going to have to beat Keith over the head with it unless she wants to be here for hours.]
I'm gonna be honest. I had the same food you did, so the odds of mine being safe when yours isn't are pretty slim. Which means that in a few minutes I'm going to be where you are now. Unless you'd like to keep standing around and getting increasingly frustrated, we should probably do something about that.
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[ It's embarrassing to say, since his usual attitude toward things would've been to slink off and avoid people until it wore off, but the drugs were counteracting that with the argument of 'what good is craving sex in public if there wasn't the obvious risk of being seen?' and if he's brutally honest, they do have a point. But she presented something that he's honestly curious about, if just because maybe she has a plan of some sort.]
Define 'do something about that'...
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[Or maybe it is. But what are the odds of that happening?
The question has her shrugging, though.]
What do you normally do when you're too horny to think straight?
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...I guess I'd go hide somewhere until it passed, or maybe pick up a sword and go train? I usually avoid people, so that's probably what I'd do? Maybe kill it before it gets that bad? I don't know. I don't think I've ever hit that point before now...
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Okay, serious question. How have you managed to live this long and never hit that point before now?
[She's more curious than anything.]
You're about to hit that point if you haven't already. The stuff they typically put in the food is a trip.
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I just... I don't- That is, um... [ What does he even say? ] Maybe it's a Galra thing? I don't know. It's never been like this before. Usually I could distract myself until it went away if I didn't have to be around others, and if I did, then I'd just... get away from everyone, fix it, and go.
[ Talking to her about this feels strange to him, but it's nothing compared to the fact that while he's trying to hem and haw around his answer, he's also getting more fidgety as the drugs take their toll on him. Keith used to be perfectly fine wearing what amounted to 'skinny jeans' and things that were close-fit, but now he's regretting not finding something more loose to wear for this, like maybe sweatpants, or an oversized shirt, or hell, even a giant poofy skirt would be better because it'd conceal everything. As it were, he's quickly becoming more mortified by the moment, because at her height, she wouldn't have to look too far to figure out his... problem. ]
Can we just... find somewhere to talk about this that's not right here? [ And despite not wanting her to know what was on his mind, she's about to get a hint as he can't stop himself before the words come spilling out. ] But not somewhere private?
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[It's a pretty safe assumption to make, as far as Pidge is concerned. Then again, this isn't the first time Keith has shown up in the city. It's just that he doesn't currently have any memory of having been here before. So for the sake of simplicity, it's safest to assume that this is his first time dealing with any of this.
Which immediately makes her feel kind of shitty for questioning him the way she had.] How not private are we talking here?
[Pidge isn't terribly bothered either way, but she's assuming that Keith is pretty new to all of this and she doesn't want to push him too far before he's ready.]
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[ Unfortunately, he's never really measured out how much of a substance it takes to get an effect out of him than out of a regular human or Galra. He's never known anything different and just assumed that the recommended dosages of stuff were just a 'happy medium' rather than 'in order to avoid damaging your body'.
But after Keith had gone at her how long ago when she'd expressed the desire to go after her family, questioning him the way she had was certainly something he deserved. ]
And if I thought I could get away with picking someplace where it was just that the walls were thin but otherwise private, I would, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to work. Maybe somewhere less crowded but... [ It almost pains him to say it, but there isn't really any other option unless he wants to keep thinking about it. ] ...still public? It doesn't have to be out in the open, just... a public space.
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[She can probably guess, given the effectiveness of the drugs and everything she knows about them, but now she's curious about whether they're going to affect him more or less than if he was a normal human.]
I'm sure we could probably find a place with thin walls if you feel like looking. Otherwise, there are plenty of out-of-the-way spots to choose from. [Pidge doesn't particularly feel like hunting for the former, but she probably won't complain too much if that's the route they end up going.]
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I still have sense enough to know that it'd be really out of line to go at someone right here, right now... [ He pauses, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. What has his life become, even? ] ...even though that's what the rest of me wants to do.
And for the record, I don't because I know it'll still bother me that it's not public enough. [ Yep, that's where his brain is. Trapped in the idea of sex in public. ]
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