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TDM #41


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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY


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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 high-rise. 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.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses!



» » » ALL ABOARD




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.



« « « NEW CITY NEW ME



(cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport)

Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs?

Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them.

Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded.

Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same.

The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle!



» » » STAMP AND GO


(cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex)

The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include:
▪️ The Aquarium
▪️ The Library
▪️ Cupid's Castle
▪️ PUSSY Academy
▪️ The Obelisk
▪️ Riddler's Square
...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down.

The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given!

Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs.



« « « DRESS ME UP, ADORE ME


(cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism)

In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion!

If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course.

There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers!

A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour.



» » » MOD & OOC NOTES



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 the assignments are OOCly 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:

All new arrivals on this TDM are Submissive.

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 tag on 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!!




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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-03 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
What happens if somebody does both?

You kinda write like a poem. Sorta intense. Doom Drum sounds preem though. We talking literal or figurative cuz if I learned anything here last time it's that people are being literal a lot more than I figured
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-03 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Then it depends if I find it charming. Some men turn insults into the sweetest whispers.

I hung around one for too long.
[ Two, technically. ] Lorkhan, the Missing God, Spirit of Man, Sower of Flesh. The best poems are both, sera. I have looked upon the heart.
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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-03 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a fine line. Can't say I have the eloquent words myself but I like hearing other people's. My partner back where I'm from writes songs and it's nova when he shares them with me one on one

The offer for dinner is genuine without it being foreplay by the way. City's not the most welcoming to subs but I remember a few tricks from last time if you ever find yourself hungry before you get a contract


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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-03 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That talk about partners sinks like a stone in his stomach. ] Sounds nice. To be written a song. [ Did Voryn ever write him songs? And if he had, did any survive history? ]

I accept. I know nothing of this realm's foodstuffs, and good conversation is hard to find anywhere. Consider this foreplay by the way. [ You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. ]
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-04-04 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The trilling sound doesn't immediately spark Gwen's curiosity, thinking it's just a bird, naturally. But the more she wanders the Down and the more she keeps hearing it, and the more it starts to prickle at the back of her mind. What kind of bird would want to call the Down home, anyway?

Maybe it found the Up just as unappealing as she did? She's contemplating that idea, when the whistling gets a bit louder, and she steps into an alleyway to find that it's not a bird but a man whistling. A man that's quite large.

And getting larger.]


Shit-! [Eyes widen when she's rushed at, spider senses alerting her enough to dart out of the way to avoid him. Gwen's already turning in a flash, hands up ready for a fight-] You picked the wrong girl today, buddy!

[And... he's still running.]

Oh. That was anticlimactic.

[She jogs after him at first.] Hey, where are you going?! [And the man is still running. And that gets her interest all the more piqued. Maybe he needs help? Maybe he's running from something? To something?

And here she is with no fluid for her webshooters to give a proper chase. Gwen sighs and gives chase the old-fashioned way.]
Wait up! Got somewhere to be?!
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[personal profile] brewedwithspite 2025-04-04 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"A promising competition," he comments, but Lucanis has never been particularly competitive with anything outside of killing.

"Very well," he murmurs, plating the food; a helping of fish and vegetables, a piece of crusty bread and bagna cauda. He refills the wine glass after setting out the plates and utensils, then moves around the kitchen to take his own seat and enjoy his hard work.

"A taste of Treviso for you to experience. Let me know what you think."
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-04 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
🚌 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑒!
[ Lottie, for all intents and purposes, is not paying attention. At all. One would say everything on this tour is probably important, probably integral to her survival in whatever awful godforsaken place this is (the bus, it is the bus). A few rows down, someone — someone, god, suspiciously a 5 looking like an 8 — is rutting on the lap of a citizen sat comfy on the cushioned seat of this bus (a — eugh — Dominant?). She looks around scandalized, biting at her nail with near palpable anxiety, something warm churning at her gut and shooting through her spine straight to her toes.

It's definitely because she's weirded out. They're in public! She's not—. This is embarrassing (for who? For them?? For her???). What the fuck! She—

—She needs to get the fuck out of here!! She has a girlfriend!

With that in mind Lottie squeezes past you, to the nearest window and— almost pathetically tries to open it, like she's actually going to crawl out of a moving vehicle just to ignore the abundance of plants outside and the horny people inside. ]

🪞 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅, 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒!
[ Asking for help like this is, in every way: humiliating. Different from the way she'd meticulously ask for likes or constantly repost ads for her pop-ups. This feels— impossible.

(Especially since, well, she refused to do anything from that stupid card. A photograph? Yeah, right. Lottie knows exactly where that's going to go! She went viral before. She knows how this game goes!! And she refuses to play.)

a. For now, she wanders in Delicate Desires. Picking at the edges of frilly tops and barely there shorts, grimacing and meticulously digging through racks when she realizes.. Lists exist. Pinterest may not be alive now but she can always, she doesn't know, make notes.

It's when she's got a scarf wrapped around her neck (to cover the collar) does she notice something in the reflection of the pretty, ornate, mirror beside the display. You— ]


Did— [ Wary. A vague mix of polite and unease as she tries to figure out if you're new like her or worse.. A horny weirdo. ] did you want to use this?

b. [ But just because she's poor doesn't mean she can't try something on. Sure, her makeup's a little old but it still looks good enough in this sterile light of the boutique. Enough to make her feel confident enough to grab a dress or two and ask where the dressing rooms are. ]

Shit— oh, [ She's opened the door on someone's already inside the only dressing room left— don't these things lock?? She at least has the sense to sound vaguely apologetic when she says: ] sorry. [ As she backs herself behind the door, neglecting to close it as she says: ] I thought this was empty!

😭 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃!
[ Living is scary.

Lottie only spent what felt like forever, what was probably a few weeks, with her new beau by her side at night and now she's— what? Homesick! Sad. Trying to sleep alone in a bed that isn't memory foam. Sitting out on the curb of this terrible neighborhood getting her nails and pajamas dirty, rubbing her face in her hands.

If left alone long enough, she hiccups. Then cries. Then sobs. Wails. Gross, loud, and ugly. Snotty to the core and extremely dramatic for only having been one week here. ]


𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
[ or hit me with whatever!! good for f/f and f/m 21+. if you want to plot anything in specific feel free to pm this account or dm me @ snottie on plurk ❤️ ]
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[personal profile] cryfrustration 2025-04-04 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
It's a savvy reading of a past that Vrenille hasn't yet had cause to name but is never one to deny. His history as a sex worker may be complicated--ambivalent in ways that have sometimes troubled others to hear about (and troubled them much more than having lived the experiences troubles him)--but it's helped make him who he is, and in that sense it's always still with him, even when he's no longer treating sex as transactional.

"Power's messy," he observes. "It's one part what you got and one part what you do. I was a street kid, so I know something 'bout that," which is also to say both yes and no to Zhao's question. So far as the responsibility front goes, though, he's hit the nail on the head.

"There's being a man with a plan for yourself, and then there's being a man with a plan that can see the people closest to you through, that can keep everyone you care 'bout whole, even when the bombs and the meteor showers are falling all around you."

He shakes his head as he admits, "I never saw myself as that guy. Back home, I'm the guy who follows that guy." And it's what he's come to understand, in retrospect, made him so uncomfortable at first, like another inflection of putting on airs, as though he was pretending to be something he's not.

"Here, they like their little boxes though. Like to make it sound like all the world lines up and fits in, neat and tidy--the way you fuck, the way you walk down the street. But it's also a ruse, a lie. Duplicity's duplicitous." It's the first rule of the city, the thing to always keep in mind, "Always gotta watch for the double-speak."

And here he leans in to tell Zhao a conspiratorial little secret, which isn't actually secret at all: "The creator of the LIES program and mayor of the city? He's a submissive."
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[personal profile] westcoasts 2025-04-04 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
( clint is not especially thrilled to be here, but he's also aware that refusing to attend is one of those minor, slightly worthless acts of rebellion where the punishment — a citation and a fine, probably — is beyond excessive compared to the crime.

—well, it's that and, you know, he doesn't relish the thought of having to explain to sara why she's having to pay yet another fine, because it doesn't matter that he technically has his own money, in the eyes of the city, it's all hers, and so he can't even get into trouble quietly. or "quietly".

to begin with, he does a fairly good job of spacing out and paying precisely zero attention to anything he's supposed to be paying attention to. it's only as the journey continues and the bus continues to be packed that clint's attention slides from 'maybe if I try hard enough, I can fall asleep standing up' to scoping out the new arrivals. they're easy to spot, even if none are recognisable faces — if it's not the clothes, it's the cheap collar or bracelet. if it's not the cheap collar or bracelet (which, weirdly, there don't seem to be too many of this time around, he notes—), it's in the inevitable 'this is not how public transport works where I'm from' expression, whether that takes the form of embarrassment or challenge.

he's not new, that much is easy to put together from the (purple) collar about his neck alone, but it's there in the clothes that are clearly very much his — the equally purple sneakers, for one, and the black beanie he's quickly regretting wearing embroidered with a large purple 'H' pulled down over messy blonde hair. (it's hot, why is it so hot—.) lottie presses against him as she squeezes past, and he shifts his weight to track her movements as she forces herself into a space where there is no room for another person, all to—

—try and open the window? yes. apparently. it's an oddly pathetic attempt, and clint's not sure if she's trying to push a window that's actually a pull, or if it's just a window that doesn't open.

he leans over her — it's easy, all six-foot-three of him versus her five-sevenish, and presses a hand against the glass of the window. it's cool, but a little damp, which clint thinks might be from condensation, and he makes an immediate decision to not think about it too hard. )


What are you doing? ( quiet, amused, but pointed enough. he hasn't looked over his shoulder to see if a SIN guard has noticed and taken ISSUE, but he's pretty sure the longer she tries to force the window open, the more chance there is of some duplicity native noticing and causing a scene. )
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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-04 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
Never had anybody do it before. Was raised in a clan so focus of songs was more communal. Less about just 2 people and more about 20

Preem. Ain't busy now if you're hungry
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-04 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Me too. Not much else to do walking the foyadas or skinning kagouti. Twenty is a good number for a chorus. Or battle.

Where are you? Show me a landmark. I'll find you.
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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-04 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Dropping a location pin that navigates towards The Arena, V's waiting outside, watching for newcomers with eyes that certainly aren't organic. Neither are his hands which is obvious enough if anybody looks at him for more than a brief glance. In fact, there's a few visible signs of hardware that are synthetic in nature.

He's broad in a way that sometimes can look intimidating, but he works hard not to take up more space than is fair. That he is a walking murder machine is purely by coincidence, and he quirks a warm smile when he thinks he spots his newfound acquaintance. He's not met a dark elf before, but he doesn't seem to miss a beat. He's used to seeing all kinds of body modifications in Night City, and he's hardly a perfect example of a fully organic human being. Different doesn't faze him.

"Quicker than I figured you'd be. Nothin' moves faster than an empty stomach."
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-04 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ashu's look, in comparison to V, is purely organic, though no less striking. Dark elf is an apt appellation—dusky grey skin scarified with bumps at the swell of his cheekbones, grey-red oversized pupils on crimson sclera, pitch black thick locks framing his face. Humanoid, yes, but clearly not human, too much fire and ash. The points of his long triangular ears peek out of Ashu's hair as he cocks his head, appraising V, trying to comprehend what, exactly, he's seeing.

Metal embedded in bone and sinew? Transcendence of the flesh. He might not understand the specifics—why does it seem to glow?—but he understands the rationale implicitly.

Lives it too.

"Don't insult me, n'wah," he hisses, readjusting the bug-like plating of the oversized, spiky pauldron attached to his left shoulder. "Cities are my hunting grounds too." No one looks up, ever. It's often so much easier to travel vertically than horizontally. His tone warms, despite his voice sounding gravelly, tries for friendlier remembering their previous cheer. "But why not enjoy the guiding light Azura gifts me today?" His eyes linger on V's form, between his pectorals, teeth pressing on his lip ring without shame.
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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-04 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Insult ya?"

V's grin tugs brighter, expression soon shifting into something verging on conspiratorial with little notice. He knows when he's being assessed and certainly isn't shy about his body, more than interested in the other man too and returning the look. His optics fix on the way his new friend plays with the lip ring. Fuck. Problem is, he finds himself drawn to prickly people more often than not. Maybe more of Johnny rubbed off on him than he's really come to terms with. The pang of inconsolable melancholy briefly derails him, but he forces himself back into line.

"Promised ya dinner 'fore I whisper those insults sweetly instead."

Seems only fair he follow through on the promise of food before contemplating how much he'd like to unwrap the man like a gift. Of course, he doesn't have a Dominant but he has been busy filling up his stamp card. Enough that it's netted him a money pass that he's planning on using for the here and now.

"There's food stalls down there," he nods towards an alley between buildings that looks pretty shady, all told, but he's heard the food is actually worth the effort. Besides, there's not much he's worried about when it comes to getting jumped. And he's streetwise enough that even leading the way he's consistently vigilant of their surroundings.

"What's ya name, anyway? Guessin' it's not Incarnate."
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-04 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not new. At least, he doesn't look it from the sliver of blonde and garish purple she can see, a stark contrast to her cookie cutter outfit. For a moment, she's almost jealous— Clint looks comfortable, at ease.

Hot. ]


I'm— [ She balks, head turning to quit staring at the hand smearing clear prints onto the window (uh) in front of her to his face (oh). There's a bead of sweat at her temple as she clarifies to everyone and herself: physically. Physically! Like, temperature wise he looks hot.

She softly claws at a handle she isn't sure how to open, distracted and hyper-aware of his presence. He's leaned over easy— all six-foot-three of him versus her five-sevenish. There's no heels on Miss Person today, only flats and a bewildered look when she realizes oh yeah, she needs to speak to the cute stranger. ]


I'm [ not escaping not escaping not escaping ] hot! It's— hot.

[ It's soft and feeble, very much an excuse and very much said to get him off her back despite the unsure tone (because he's whispering, shouldn't she?). It's not like opening a window is a crime!! ]
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[personal profile] westcoasts 2025-04-04 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( I'm hot, she says, and he thinks mm, she is, actually. she's not quite his usual type — that tends to be older, tends to be work colleagues of a certain kind, women who can put him on the ground and step on him faster than he can say hi, I'm clint. typically.

but he's also not that picky, and though he's been here long enough to be able to put two-and-two together as far as aphro's concerned, a little suggestive something-or-other often consumed, he's not quite twigged that he's hot because the city's decided he needs to be hot. he's not quite realised that he thinks she's hot not just because she is, objectively speaking, but because duplicity's gonna duplicity.

his gaze lingers, blue eyes resting on hers as he ignores the light flush of her skin (for now) before dropping to her mouth, before dropping a little further and then, quite abruptly, back up.

yeah, she's endowed—.

he's not abashed, not embarrassed, but he is suddenly aware of himself. his hand wraps around hers — a little slick with sweat, smooth and uncallused — and then he tugs. the window's designed to open inwards, but only a tiny crack, and all the sounds and smells of duplicity make themselves known to a really isolated degree. )


You reckon that's gonna make you any less hot? ( less quiet, more openly amused, and though it is a question, clint's aware that the question he thinks he's asking is not the same as the one he's actually asking. )
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-04 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why the hell are they making eye contact? Holy shit. His eyes are so blue for no reason— Lottie swallows down a laugh, nerves building up for no real particular reason when she realizes Clint's glancing at her pouty lips. Dropping down to the not-so-interesting top she has on covering that endowment (creep!!). Is he flirting? ..Is this flirting??

In the time it takes for his hand to wrap around her own — comparatively small, and soft with what looks to be freshly manicured nails (plum) — she realizes she needs to breathe. That she's been holding it simply watching, digesting every detail on his hand she can take down to the slight dampness he smears atop her own skin. But the slight breeze of a slightly cracked window only wields disappointment and cold air kissing the tip of her forehead, barely sinking into her lungs.

She, eventually, deems: she's skinny, but she's not that skinny.

The cogs of her head are turning and it's clear as day she's mulling over the chances of her ass getting stuck, of this handsome (no— cute, cute) passerby tugging her ass out when she begins to dramatically die from lack of oxygen. She hates how amused he sounds, thinking of her torment, having to stand here in this hot ass bus with these horny ass weirdos.

(Someone moans in the front of the bus near the tour guide and the apples of Lottie's cheeks only grow hotter.) ]


N-no..

[ A beat. ]

I mean.. Maybe if you pushed it open a little more? Maybe it's stuck!
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[personal profile] virulentus 2025-04-05 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Violence is Wesker's customary way of dealing with those who inconvenience him, but perhaps he ought to try this method more often. He fucks like he fights, focused and merciless, with all of his unnatural stamina brought to bear. The pace he sets is punishing, and her body's reaction only spurs him on. He shifts his position to hold her up with one hand, using the other to rub vigorously at her clit as he thrusts into her. ]

Would I? [ He aims for 'cool and detached' but falls considerably short of the mark. Though he hates to give her the satisfaction, he has to concede the point: he may not like her, but he likes the heat of her body against him, likes the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, likes the vise grip of her cunt around his cock. ] Perhaps I would. On your back. Or on a table, from behind. [ He pauses to plant a kiss just above her clavicle, smirking as though some private joke has just occurred to him. ] Or with that mouth of yours put to better use.
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-05 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry, the wait makes it all the sweeter." The wisdom of age and adventure have tempered Ashu's youthful impatience. A man's age ago he would've chafed at such denial, demanded to be fucked right here and now—the impatient ashlander boy with no cause yet something to prove.

Now thrice-proven he can afford the wait. To stalk and savor.

The food stalls don't carry the sort of meat he's thinking of savoring at the moment, but their open air nature bodes well—it's much harder to poison foods in plain view, and their quality can be assessed at a quick glance. Meat is meat no matter the realm, sugary glaze and crispy, golden skin skewered onto wooden sticks reminiscent of the ubiquitous chicken. How the Imperials love that feathered menace. Not as good as guar or kagouti, but cheap, bearable and—Mephala forgive him—even delicious if cooked right.

His stomach growls in anticipation. Being pumped full of chemicals then forced to fuck had done wonders for his appetite. Ravenous, but a mer must have some pride.

Of course it's 'incarnate'. Better than 'godkiller' or, worse, Nerever. "Ashu," he answers easily, hooking an arm around one of V's massive biceps, coquettish. He doesn't want to think about such nonsense at the moment. Leave Vvardenfell where it belongs, back in Tamriel. "Come on. I'm starving."
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[personal profile] disrupts 2025-04-05 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Ashu," V repeats, testing the name out on his tongue and shifting his arm just far enough from his side to accommodate the hand. The swell of muscle over his frame betrays how physical his day to day usually is, something that's been part of the fabric of his life since he was a kid. Nomad life isn't about stagnation or staying still.

"I'm V," he offers without request, optics flicking to the food on offer and his mouth watering in response. Thing with real meat is it's still unfamiliar to his palette, mostly. It's as unfamiliar to his stomach, but he's got enough cyberware beneath his skin that any gripes at the unfamiliar proteins aren't something he has to deal with.

He doesn't so much wander as lets his nose guide him, stopping in front of a stall that boasts wings hot enough to 'blow your heads off'. Plural. He snorts as the meaning fully lands.

Whatever the reception might have been before the city-issued money pass, the vendor doesn't immediately turn away two obvious Submissives looking over the food on offer.

"Gonna try this. Spicy's the kinda fun 'm here for."
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[personal profile] westcoasts 2025-04-05 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( they're making eye contact because that's what people do when they have a conversation, lottie. it's not flirting, but it's not not flirting. it's a conversation punctuated by the city's influence, which mostly means it's accompanied by a very overt awareness of every- and anyone else. and that the awareness isn't self-consciousness as it is attraction and desire and want.

someone moans, and where the red of lottie's cheeks deepens, clint doesn't immediately react, his attention fixed on her for one second, then two as imperceptibly he leans towards her — but then there's a sharp gasp and clint does glance up, suddenly and abruptly. there's no surprise to his expression, just mild acceptance, although his mouth does scrunch in a silent question at the pair — a dom-sub pair, probably natives — and the awareness of what one had done to the other to elicit that noise.

he licks his lips. they're dry. are they dry? is he thirsty? is it the heat of the bus? god, he should've just accepted whatever punishment would've come his way and not bothered with this fucking bus tour—. )


It's a pull. ( blunt, although there's an odd edge of frustration that clint doesn't mean to be there, one that has precisely nothing to do with lottie's question, with her apparent denseness — because there's not a chance the window's going to open any further, the only way they're getting more air is if he breaks the thing, and he's not doing that. ) You're—. ( he inhales. ) New, right? ( and his gaze drops back down, this time resting at the curve of her throat, the line marking it, and the pleather collar sitting against her skin, lightly beaded with sweat.

it's weirdly hot.

he forces his gaze back up to hers. brown. with, like, a little bit of green in them? or maybe that's thanks to the hair—. )


I'm Clint, ( he tells her, like this is a normal conversation in normal circumstances and everything's fine. even if his hand is still wrapped around hers. )
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-05 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not not flirting and for that, Lottie agonizes. Why couldn't this happen when she was single— some random inter-dimensional meet cute in a fuck bus doesn't sound too bad??

..Okay, it does, but not for the obvious reasons— she's suspiciously warm. Probably at the worst time to be warm: in a bus full of people, warm and humid, with a tall blonde something something leaning in and holding her hand. Sassing her. Is she having an allergic reaction to something? What did she eat this morning? Is she allergic to something in the air?? Is she dying???

Why is he staring at her like that????

(It takes her a second to realize it's the collar he's looking at. Lottie snaps to attention to the one settled at the base of his throat in turn, pretty and purple. Not too far off from the warm color of her nails. She wonders what would happen if she touched it— does it feel better than her shitty one?) ]


I'm Lottie.. [ And new, obviously. She doesn't even think she needs to answer that, the reluctance to admit it out loud and confusion at the social dynamics of this place clear as day on her face. ] You're— not new..

[ She says like it's a question, even though it's not. Because she already knows his answer. Completely knows he's still got his big hand around hers and oh god, is she sweating? He needs chapstick. Does she have any? Her eyes flit up sharply from his lips, those brown eyes (speckled with green, yes, but it burns a pretty hazel when the sun dips down too far from the open window and brushes over her face).

But then her gaze keeps going, Lottie leaning a little closer without really realizing, head tilted up to say— ]


..What's with the beanie??
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[personal profile] virulentus 2025-04-05 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. This one certainly doesn't beat around the bush. Fine by him. He'd rather not subject himself to this latest round of public humiliation for any longer than strictly necessary. He doesn't know whether to be amused or impressed by the swiftness with which his new acquaintance drops his pants and climbs onto a nearby display table. Clearly, this man does not suffer from an excess of modesty—nor, apparently, does he have any compunctions about sex with strangers.

"No." His expression remains nonchalant as he unzips his fly and takes out his cock, though there's a certain tightness about his mouth that at his displeasure at performing for an audience. "But names can be useful. Wesker." He tries not to think of their very public location as he strokes himself to hardness—easy to do, given the sight in front of him. The anatomy isn't quite what he'd been expecting, but the surprise only serves to pique his interest. What other physiological quirks might this specimen be hiding?

There is no tenderness in the bruising strength with which he digs his fingers into the other man's hips, only the focused determination of a man accustomed to excelling at any task required of him. He's silent as aligns their bodies, the head of his cock pressed insistently against the enticing wet heat of the stranger's cunt. Only with great difficulty does he restrain himself from simply burying himself to the hilt. Best to be polite. They've only just met, after all. "I don't suppose you're precious about foreplay?"
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[personal profile] westcoasts 2025-04-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's not the worst meet-cute clint's ever experienced, not by far — not in duplicity, and not even at home. there'd been natasha, who he'd hitched himself to on the basis of 'most beautiful woman I've ever seen'; there'd been penny, who he'd slept with after meeting her in a parking lot; there'd been mary-ann, who he'd slept with after convincing her to hack into some government websites for him—.

and that's not touching on the 'got married after nine days' thing.

point is, clint barton gets distracted by pretty pretty often. he is very aware he gets distracted by it. he almost doesn't register her name, and when he does, he wonders if it's short for something. charlotte? that's what 'lottie' is usually short for, right? annoying, he can't come up with a quick, cute nickname—. )


Eight months, ( he gives as the answer to her unasked question. it's soft, almost gentle, and not even the wet sound of probably kissing, this time towards the back of the bus, can get him to turn his head, to look away.

it's her turn to lean a little closer, and clint's hand finally does slide from hers, but only enough for his fingers to skim the top of her hand, to come to rest on her wrist, tender, and her breath skims his skin as—.

oh.

fuck. he straightens, the hand that'd been resting on her wrist being shoved suddenly into a pocket of his jeans as he shifts his weight. he's uncomfortable, so fucking uncomfortable. )


What d'you mean, 'what's with'? It's a beanie. It wasn't hot out there.

( not hot enough that it'd seemed a dumb-ass decision, anyway. still, with his free hand, he reaches up and tugs at it, pulling it off and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans. his t-shirt moves as he moves, and there's a quick flash of midriff, a hint of muscle and toned skin, and for clint, the barest, subtlest hint of air (not cool, but still air), and he kind of wishes lottie wasn't so damned new so he could take his t-shirt off and it not be, like, a thing. )

—It's maybe 15 minutes to the next tourist stop, by the way.

( conversation. )
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-05 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It hits her like a ton of bricks. Eight months? Lottie's face falls almost immediately, a soft wobble of her lip and a gentle furrow to her brow as Purpleguy (Beaniedude? Busguy.. Why can't she come up with a nickname for him that works—) stiffly withdraws. The sound of wet kissing — she hopes it's kissing — is suddenly loud in her ears. Eight months? Will she still be relevant then?

No, Esther would keep her page running.

Caroline would look for her!

Her hand curls against the glass as she blinks, eyes suddenly watery. ]


I just—. [ Fuck. Suddenly she feels like she's messed up— she didn't mean for him to think his hat was like, stupid?! And now he just looks even cuter.. Stupid charming hat hair. Stupid midriff. This guy probably works out. She hates that he probably works out. Not that she cares!!

—But she does, to some extent. Mostly about the bombshell he just suavely whispered to her, also about how cold she feels without his hand on her (she's choosing not to think so much on this, attributing it to the realization her ass might be stuck here, oh god). ]


The 'H'!! It was big, just—

[ 15 minutes. Eight months. What's the fucking difference? She looks up at him with pleading eyes, like it would make any difference in what the city decides. ]

There's seriously no way to leave sooner??