TDM #43

[duplicitymods]

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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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 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 full heat of Summer is in full swing, but there is a pleasant breeze that comes off the sea, bringing with it much needed relief from the warmth of the sun.

» » » ALL ABOARD

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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.

« « « UP AND AWAY

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(cw: random kink, behavioral modification) The oppressive heat of summer eases its grip on Duplicity with a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. A soothing wind rushes through the Up and the Down, bringing a blanket of cool that should help chill any hot tempers spiking around the new requirements for local businesses. While wet t-shirt contests and flashy pool parties start to wind down, people find the weather more agreeable and spend more and more time outdoors. Orientation adjusts accordingly, with LIEs deciding to use the weather to their advantage when it seems like people just can't seem to stay indoors for long. The basics of Orientation still happen at the Center, but they decide to incorporate a little outside time and arts and crafts into the mix. Characters will find themselves paired with someone of the opposite designation for a quick but fun bonding activity: kite-building and kite flying. Pairs are given a somewhat unhinged instruction sheet, a set of curated crafting materials, and one hour to build a Compatibility Kite. Most of the materials are basic and typical for simple kite making, but some of them may raise eyebrows: silk fabric, bold red ribbons, black lace… Meanwhile, the instructions for both building and flying the kite are vague, but oddly intimate: Hold tension while knotting., Maintain eye contact and hold your partner steady., Position your body behind your partner for better reach... While the design of the kite is completely up to the participants, LIEs does provide one requirement. Pairs are asked to choose one from several lively colored kite tails to tie to each completed kite. Each one has a single word printed in bold, glimmering text, such as: OBEDIENCE, PRAISE, CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION, SLEEP, CONTRITION, FAITH, SPICE, and more. There's no explanation as to what these mean or how they must be chosen, just that one word should be tied to their project. After an hour, all characters are brought outside, onto a bus, and to Chicanery Beach. Under the watchful eye of LIES staff who keep their distance from the shoreline, everyone gets to let their kites fly! Getting one up into the air is a two-person job, so work together and get it up into the sky without crashing into others. Hopefully it works, because anyone who can't seem to get it up or crash a little too soon will be given strict notice to attend Orientation all over again. Those whose kites successfully sail into the sky will get a check on their names. But as the words on the kite tails unfurl and flutter through the wind, characters will find themselves imbued with the desire and drive to embody or put the trait on their kite into practice: with their partner, or with anyone they may next encounter. This desire lingers past sunset and can last well over a week until one isn't sure if it's an artificial influence or something they'd truly wanted all this time.

» » » FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

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(cw: pheromones, scents, stalking, dub-con, exhibitionism, breeding kink, stuffing, size kink, sexual exhaustion, rough sex, gags, biting, marking) The winds persist throughout the summer, and they bring more than just the scent of salt and sunscreen through the air. As July makes its way into August, a very subtle change descends on everyone: for an indiscernible reason, everyone's pheromones seem to surge, and everyone will look irresistibly attractive. For those with the senses and skills to pick it up, it will be as if characters exude a different aura entirely, just begging to be bred or fucked. For others who can't tell - it manifests instead as distinct, vaguely familiar and very attractive scents that carry over the wind. Characters will have one or two scents that are most obvious and most irresistible to them. Catching just a whiff of these scents will have them follow their trails all over the Up and the Down until they find who is waiting at the source, someone they will feel the need to throw themselves at. But since people don't know what scent they themselves are giving off, they may not even know why they're being pursued even if they can tell that someone has been following them. Unbeknownst to everyone, certain scents will have specific influences that take effect on either (or both!) person once they finally meet. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of a mirror or a window, or anywhere that their reflection can be seen - Vanilla: A desire to fill or be filled up by your partner - with cum or with toys or items of increasing sizes - until they can't take any more - Candy: A surge of increased stamina, enough to drive the other into sexual exhaustion - Musk: An instinct to have rough, animalistic sex that leaves the other bruised, bedraggled, or even bleeding - Lavender: A desire to pamper, groom or worship one’s partner - Citrus: A desire to keep one's partner quiet all through sex - Rose: A desire for something slow and patient, no matter how quickly one's partner wants to get things done - The scent of your character’s favorite food: An irresistible instinct to bite and leave marks all over the other where others can see, and/or to give oral sex until they're satisfied Acting on the influence at least once will satisfy the need… for a time. The scents can always rile a person up all over again. Maybe a perfume or an artificial scent will mask them, at least for a while, but soon the pheromones will overpower any attempts to hide them.

« « « NOTES ON THE WIND

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(cw: personality shift, behavior modification, dom/sub behaviors) A new trend makes its way to Duplicity's native shopkeepers and citizens alike in the Up and Down: wind chimes to hang up on their patios, windows, and balconies. The chimes are black and white in design, many of them sporting artful swirls and spirals that clink and ring in the wind. There doesn’t seem to be anything dubious about the chimes upon first glance, but the more one hears them, the more their effects become apparent. While not everyone seems affected, those who are susceptible to the bell-like sounds will find that the larger, lower frequency chimes amplify a person’s worst trait while the smaller, higher frequency wind chimes do the opposite, amplifying an individual’s best personality trait instead. However, unbeknownst to anyone, some of the chimes are dupes (hah) smuggled in from the neighbouring city of Insincerity, the black and white spiral motifs seeming to move and swirl even when they remain still. Their effects are a little different, as they cause Dominants to act subservient and Submissives to act haughty and demanding of their betters. All these effects are short-lived and last no more than an hour. But considering the prevalence of the chimes throughout the city, the potential for erratic personalities is increased tenfold. More alarmingly, it seems that no one is safe from the effects of the twisted contraband chimes. People - LIERs and natives alike - who act out of designation may be approached by LIES or SIN guards with stern warnings or threats of taking them to Realignment at the SLUT Center, and they take any explanation in good faith.

» » » TLDR

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So, what's happening? UP AND AWAY - Orientation involves kite-building and kite flying. - Kite building must be done with a partner. - Craft materials and instructions are provided, but some are oddly suggestive. - Every kite must have a word tied to it. These are one-word traits such as OBEDIENCE, CONTROL, PRAISE, SPICE, etc. - All kites should be completed within one hour. - Kites will be tested on the beach. Failure to get it up means attending Orientation again. - Kites that fly result in embodying the trait that is tied to the kite. FOLLOW YOUR NOSE - Everyone's pheromones are increased as summer starts to wind down. - To some, the pheromones simply manifest as an increased attractiveness/people look like they are begging to be bred or fucked. - To others, the pheromones manifest in strong scents carried by the wind. - People feel compelled to follow the scents all over the Up and the Down. Some scents have specific effects on either one or both characters. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of their reflection - Vanilla: A desire to fill or be filled up by your partner - with cum or with toys or items of increasing sizes - until they can't take any more - Candy: A surge of increased stamina to drive the other into sexual exhaustion - Musk: An instinct to have rough, animalistic sex - Lavender: A desire to pamper, groom or worship one’s partner - Citrus: A desire to keep one's partner quiet all through sex - Rose: A desire for something slow and patient - The scent of your character’s favorite food: An instinct to bite/leave marks where others can see, and/or to give oral sex. - Scent effects fade after they are acted on at least once. NOTES ON THE WIND - A new trend spreads throughout the city: black and white wind chimes. - The sound of the chimes may have effects on those who hear them. - Large, low-frequency chimes amplify a character's worst trait. - Small, high-frequency chimes amplify a character's most positive trait. - Some chimes are contraband from Insincerity; these have swirling designs that seem to move. - Contraband chimes have a different effect: Dominants act more subservient and Submissives become more demanding. - LIES staff and SIN guards remain on the lookout for anyone acting out of designation and won't take any explanation on good faith.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

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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: If your character prefers grand gestures, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers small surprises, 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 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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QUESTIONS

[duplicitymods]

Re: QUESTIONS

[worcestershiresauce]

Are we allowed to put a new character on the tdm as dominant on the new tdm if we put them as submissive last time?

G'raha Tia | FFXIV | Submissive

[crystallinememories]

All Aboard

G'raha knows a lot about other worlds. He, debatably, knows the most about other worlds of anyone in Eorzea, with the exception of Y'shtola. That being said, he should know when he's being pulled to another world, and of the available options, he'd probably recognize... 3, at least.

He did not notice, he does not recognize this place, and he very quickly decides that he does not care how very interesting both of those facts are, he does not want to be here.

So, there is a very unsettled young man with red eyes, red cat ears, and an angrily fluffed up red cat tail on the train, heading to the Down. The collar around his neck doesn't cover his Archon mark and he keeps tugging at it- he's removed it once already and learned quite quickly he shouldn't do it again, at least not while he's still unarmed, but that doesn't make it comfortable by any means.

Up and Away

This seems... harmless, doesn't it? At least, that is what G'raha thought when he got dragged into it. Of all the things this city wants to promote, a kite building competition is incredibly tame. Certainly, the partnering with the other designation is pointed, but it's not like they're going to be forcing people to have sex here.

In the open.

Right?

In either case, he's here now, and G'raha is dutifully reading over the instructions like a good little nerd and at some point his cheeks turn bright red, almost enough to match his ears. "I, ah-- I think some of the instructions might have gotten mixed up," he mumbles to his partner.

[good for any of the tails!]

Follow your Nose

Despite appearances, Miqo'te don't actually have that much in common with cats. Or... that's what they tell themselves, anyway, though more than one Scion has noted G'raha's ability to fall asleep in seemingly any position. The point is, while they have a heightened sense of smell, it is nowhere near good enough for them to scent out pheromones. Usually, that is.

An appealing smell catches his nose, and even though he's not entirely sure why (perhaps something to think about, other than everything wrong here), he follows it. Which is how someone or other might wind up with a (very nice smelling) catboy nearby, looking around. "Do you smell that?" he asks curiously.

[G'raha's pheromones will be candy and rose, I'm good for interacting with any of the others!]

[archeries]

It certainly doesn't seem to take a strong sense of smell to pick up what's going around in the air, as one pink haired, scale-covered woman observes. She's certainly not immune, herself, having picked up the scent of something mouth-wateringly sweet... a scent that seems to be coming closer and closer until it's almost cloyingly strong. Or would be, at least, if she didn't want to spin around and take a bite out of whatever it was.

Except that what it was... a person, and one she recognized, at that.

Berrie gasped at the sight of him. She'd know that shade of red hair and those expressive ears and tail anywhere! Just as familiar with reflections as he himself is, even as the vaunted Warrior of Light she's relieved to see a face she knows in this strange place. She made her way over quickly, nearly tripping over herself in the process. "G'raha! I didn't know you were—"

Here? That should be the conclusion to that statement, but she stopped herself to lean in and sniff him.

"...smelly."

All Aboard

[depressku]

[ OOC: Izuku can turn a whole rp into gen type if you want to lean into nsfw do let me know! That said, I want to ask just to make sure, are you okay with MHA 431+ Izuku? ]

Up Up and away

[1stclasspuppy]

(OOC: There used to be a G'raha here who Zack was actually contracted with, would you be okay with Zack bringing that up and maybe having some mistaken identity?)

Elle Woods | Legally Blonde | Dominant

[legellely]

All On Display

The feeling of déjà vu hangs heavily on Elle's mind when she comes walking through the door. She had just won her first major case, saving Brooke Wyndham and proving her innocence. Warren had been so kindly tossed to the curb. She had fashionably walked the stage, given one of her best speeches to her graduating Harvard class, and now she was here.

The initial examination should be startling. There should be concern when her graduation robes, cap, and clothing are taken and replaced with the paper gown.

It's not, though. It feels familiar. Strangely so. She only protests that her personal articles be treated with the utmost respect and care before she is sent off for Orientation.

Those familiar feelings continue as she rips small pieces from the paper gown to make it stylish. A tear here, a fold there, and even a loose paper bow in a low ponytail. She's done this before, same time and same place.

She turns her attention back to the pamphlet and other literature on the city, brushing her fingers over the simple black bracelet as she does. It's like a dream she's seen before, but surely this isn't real, right?


Up and Away [ Open to Submissives ]

"Oh, I love craft time. It was a staple in the Delta Nu house. Crafting and using the creative part of your brain releases endorphins, which makes you happy. Also, when you exercise or see something that just sparks a little happiness."

She begins sorting through the materials, pausing briefly when Elle picks up a few pieces of lace. "Not very aerodynamic for a kite, but it will make it very fancy."

Turning to her partner, Elle smiles, holding out some supplies to them. "Which should we use for the main kite part? Personally, I would go with something bright. Maybe yellow?"

[ Open to the following kite tails: praise, patience, passion, sleep, spice! ]


Follow Your Nose

[ Elle will be re-acclamating herself to the city, with familiar faces and friends, and having her memories returning. She'll be found in various areas in both the Up and Down, sometimes knowing exactly where to go, and other times needing some directions and reminders.

I'm open to the following scents: cinnamon, candy, lavender, and rose! ]


OOC & Wildcard

[ Elle will be slowly regaining her memories of Duplicity, taking at least a week to fully recover. If we had close CR previously, I would have no problem tweaking this a bit as she would be more familiar with them.

I'm open to a wildcard or two if you'd like, too. Anything else? Feel free to DM me to poke me on casualbongos! ]

Follow your nose- Lavender/Rose

[bakudan_bambino]

[Sure they Down isn't nearly as nice to hang out in as the Up, but Hayato's a little more comfortable breaking rules in and around Home Base. Most of his memorable meetings with Elle have been in the down.

She passes by and he says nothing, but can't help but be inclined to follow her. Something about her is drawing him in, some beautiful scent he can't describe as anything other than floral. Lavender is nice and clean, Rose lingers and wafts and once his head is turned to look at Elle, he can't take is eyes off her, and can hardly keep his distance.

Pulled in like a magnet, he keeps walking towards her, and if she stops or turns, he'll bump into her and seem a bit dazed, like he'd been lured by something he can't place. He doesn't know it's a scent attraction.]

S-sorry!

[Hands up, trying to indicate he means no harm though his resting expression indicates he means harm constantly.]

You look like a friend of mine!

[Which doesn't excuse him from getting all up in her business, but she looks like just like Elle. No way...]

din djarin / the mandalorian / submissive

[fettgotra]

ARRIVAL

[ Among the droves of newcomers Din Djarin is a difficult figure to miss, standing taller than most in a full suit of armor complete with chest plate, greaves, pauldrons, vambrances, gauntlets, boots, and helmet. His cape is swept back over one shoulder, but his belt and bandolier are missing.

Covered head to toe, with much of it in beskar plating, the sheen of his armor reflects both his environment and those surrounding him. Throughout the entirety of orientation, he remains quiet, with a rapt attention that betrays his willingness to conform and participate. The planet reeks of subjugation, and their principles, while not necessarily wrong, are in direct conflict with his own.

After orientation is through, Mando exits the establishment with his hand close to the place on his beskar where his weapon would typically be, old habits.

The SIN guards here remind him of troopers, and hackles up, he predicts the altercation before it happens.

"Submissive. Present your mark."

Din is quiet, viewing the guard from beneath the helmet, but he doesn't answer. The leather collar is there, but the coloration bleeds into the cape, and with the heat of summer, he'd covered it without thinking when he swept the material back over his shoulder.

"I said, SUBMISSIVE, present your mark."

Din cants his head to one side, but not to display what was being requested, the tilt of the helmet manages to convey the challenge, he stares the guard down with portentous silence until finally, he speaks, his voice channeled through the helmet remarkably well. ]

Your inability to see what's right in front of you isn't my problem.

[ Why should he have to compensate for this man's stupidity? Din goes to turn away, his cape slipping off its perch on the shoulder as he turns, and the guard grabs a fistful of it to yank him back, his electric baton roaring to life with its threatening current. ]

FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

[ After his arrival, Din returns to the provided housing, changes into his gear, and goes through the entirety of what had been delivered to him. Gauntlets without weapons, his helmet without its tech, no whipcords, no flame throwers, no whistling birds, his ammunition gone from his bandolier. No vibro-knife, all of his charges gone, blaster nowhere to be found, and no other signs of anything else beyond the darksaber and the communication device provided to him.

The bandolier is there, empty, as is his belt, and he adds them both to the beskar suit and takes to exploring this new planet and its amenities. With the locals being none too helpful, he, instead of looking to them for information, occupies storefronts and local restaurants and bars for a better grip on what's going on.

Not from a species that typically has to deal with things pheromones, Mando fails to realize at any given moment he may be under the influence or emitting the aroma of candy, a favorite meal, musk, or rose.

But he's not stupid; if he thinks he's being pursued, he's quick to employ his talent to the situation. One minute, you're on his heels, and the next, he's behind you.

How did he do that?

The sound of the dark saber unsheathing curtails into the gruff tone of a man on the edge. ]

Why are you following me?

NETWORK

name:
username: mudhorn
profile picture: here

what side of this planet is the docking and cargo bay located?

WILDCARD

[ very, very open to the kites and wind chimes prompts but players are also welcome to reply with anything! an adventure of their own choosing or a hot-take on the above prompts altered to make things more interesting. the world is your oyster. i'm easy peasy. can be found at doggos and newdlle for any questions! feel free to pm this account too if it's easier. ]

text; @woods.comma.elle

[legellely]

Docking and cargo bay? Are you looking for a cruise ship area? The local port? I don't think they have either of those places.

Brooklyn | Changeling the Lost | Dominant

[autumnromance]

[ OOC: Information about Brooklyn can be found here! CW for all prompts include Changeling-typical uncanniness, and tendencies toward psychological manipulation. ]

ALL ABOARD

It takes no time at all for Brooklyn to cotton on to the ways and means of what this place expects of them. Well, it's hardly his first rodeo, thrust into the unknown and unknowable, but there's structure here in ways there aren't in Arcadia, or the mortal world. He hates to be stolen away, but there's nothing here that suggests anything as truly nefarious and life shattering as the Gentry and their ilk.

Yet.

What he knows is this: there's the stink of at least one more Changeling around, possibly more, and he's got a mind to figure out if it's anyone he knows. That being said, if it's not, he doesn't want to give the game away. He'll follow along with what they tell him to do, for now.

As he gets onto the train, he glances around, feeling that sickly shift as eyes turn to him. Everyone would see him a little differently, finding the things they desired or found pleasing the most in that malleable face. His gaze eventually fall on someone with the stripe down their throat.

Brooklyn saunters over and leans down, all beatific smile and casual ease. "Hey there, sweetheart, how 'bout you let a man sit down, huh? I promise, my lap's better anyway."

UP AND AWAY

"You think they know their instructions read like romance-novel shibari horseshit?"

Brooklyn has a cigarette drooping from his mouth. He hasn't touched the props for this activity except to pick up the instruction and turn them around and over and every which way. He knows how to build a fucking kite, and this is just -- well, it's weird. Not the weirdest thing he's ever done, but certainly not a particularly pleasant weirdness.

This too shall pass. That's the one thing about most places: everything does.

"How's it going? You ready for the pièce de résistance yet?" Brooklyn's already picked out a banner tail in brilliant, autumnal orange that reads OBEDIENCE. He thinks he's terribly fun and clever for it. There's definitely something going on with this whole thing, but who knows. Might as well wait and find out.

FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

[ CW: stalking, dub-con, semi/public sex ]
Brooklyn's been around enough Changing breeds to know the smell of a pheromone when it hits him. It's different than the lingering, perpetual status of magic or technology or whatever they've got going on in this place that seems to have everybody on the edge of their seat to fuck anyway; instead, it's a quick gut punch of a feeling that has Brooklyn wary to follow the enticing smell.

If he can smell someone else, there's reason to believe that they can smell him, too, whatever that means for them.

Without knowing too well what exactly this melange of odors will mean for him, Brooklyn spends sometime enjoying catching whiffs here and there, snooping in on others that have clearly followed their own noses to alleys and dark corners of half-sheltered doorways. He waits for some smell to really ping on him -- or for him to ping on someone else.

Every once in a while, a really good scent will catch him, and he'll spend a little while following it. A young man or woman, some handsome creature, it doesn't really matter to Brooklyn and never has. While he prefers men, women are just as good, and he's got no problem in following someone that smells that delicious, until he gets bored or something else draws his attention elsewhere.

He's been following this particular quarry for several minutes, though. The bright smell of orange and cinnamon drawing him forward to see where it really takes him. He's kept an eye on his subject, though hasn't gotten close enough to engage just yet. Whether they know he's there or not doesn't really matter; he'll catch up when they're both good and ready.

NOTES ON THE WIND

Normally, Brooklyn doesn't mind the noise of wind chimes. Gideon keeps several, back at the freehold, as much a touchstone as a warning system. Still, there's something about hearing them everywhere that makes Brooklyn feel a little bit like he's going insane.

The worst part is that he can feel the malleability of them, whatever magic is there working against him. He can hardly peg down whether it's just the standard annoyance, or something happening to him specifically. Maybe the nature of what he is makes him more likely to be subsumed by the noise. But his inherently mercurial nature is all the more so at the moment, as he drifts through the city surrounded by the noise of the chimes.

[ OOC: please specify if you would like Brooklyn effected by a specific kind of wind chime, or I'll RNG for it! ]

NETWORK - text | un:wanderer

hello charmers
who's here for a good time

WILDCARD

[ OOC: Brooklyn will absolutely be poking around anywhere and everywhere he can. If none of the prompts are speaking to you as I've written them, feel free to do your own! Or, catch him poking around and tell him about the place. Feel free to message me at besosde or krempuffs @ discord if you have questions about this awful fae creature. ]

follow your nose

[hallucinosis]

Harlow had been following Brooklyn for a while now, using every lesson from Conner and the other Summer court changelings to keep him from noticing too soon. The scents on the air are interesting but Brooklyn smells far better than anything else in the area. A mouth watering blend of dark chocolate and candied orange that makes him want to see just how far he can push the man.

Brooklyn is focused enough on his own quarry that it gives Harry enough time to figure out what he wants to do. More importantly, how he wants to do it. It would be easier with his violin but he can make do without it right now.

Harry walked quietly in his wake, waiting for the mortal ahead of both of them to turn a corner and then —

He moved quickly, darting forward to grab Brooklyn and shove him against the nearest wall, a delicious burst of adrenaline pumping in his veins. "Sloppy," He said, voice soft. "I thought you'd be better than this, Brooklyn."

Levi Ackerman| Attack on Titan | Submissive

[murderhobbit]

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

Honestly, it was the culture shock that paralysed Levi. Standing there in the doorway after being ushered out of the clinic, steely blue-grey eyes staring vacantly out at the bustle of the City before him. The taxi that pulled up honked its horn, trying to get their attention; however, Levi was in shock. Sure, he'd been outside of the Wall's before but there was nothing like this on the other side. It was a little too much to take in.

Standing there in his paper gown, people pushing past him like he was a statue, while all he could do was utter a sound at what he was seeing. The buildings, the vehicles, the sounds and the smells of a City, all completely alien to anything he was used to.

"...What the fuck is all of this?..."

» » » ALL ABOARD

Levi had only been here for a short while, and already he was getting himself into trouble with the SIN Guards.

It happened when he refused to kneel instead of taking a seat. Some Dominant tried to tell him his role and asked him to do as was expected. That, of course, didn't go down well with him. The only person he obeyed was his Commander, a man who, against all odds, managed to convince Levi to join him in the military in exchange for immunity from prosecution. What did this guy have to bargain with? Jack shit, that's what.

So there he was, standing with a SIN guard on either side of him, one who happened to be sporting a busted nose and Levi with a fat lip, a baton shoved into his side as a warning to play nice from now on. It must have looked amusing, the 5"2 Soldier, scowl on his brow, and two rather defeated-looking 6-foot tall SIN Guards escorting him, 'helping' him find a seat beside a respectable Dominant.

Ha... Good luck.

« « « UP AND AWAY

"Which one?" Levi asked his assigned partner as he held up two tails for the kite, despite having not assembled it yet. CONTROL and EDGE. He had no idea that they were related to certain kinks, he simply picked two words that made sense to him, control because of his role in the military and edge because it made him think of blades and swords (he'd probably be mortified if he realised what he'd picked, honestly!) Shoving the tails at his partner before looking around. Levi was good at team exercises; the Survey Corps almost always had a plan and worked well together, never mind the fact that he was a Captain of his own squad. But this felt different, like all the pairs were their own little teams; it was far too intimate for him.

"What's the matter, can't get it up? Here. Give it here." Holding a hand out as he flipped a little switch on the 3D Menouver Gear harnessed around his hips, a puff of compressed gas hissed out as Levi readied to launch himself up into the air, kite in tow with hopes of gaining an edge over the rest of the couples with how fast and hight he could send their effort soaring.

» » » FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

Being the clean freak that he was, Levi's nose (while not as skilled as Mike's) was very sensitive to scent. He found perfumes and floral fragrances, while nice, could easily overwhelm and overstimulate him to the point of migraines; whereas something that others might not mind as much, appeared to be vile and irritating, like fermented fruit or dust heated up by the sun. So the fact that his sense of smell seemed to be playing up was more noticeable to the mini Captain than usual.

What he found most baffling was that despite himself, Levi found he was rather fond of certain smells, smells he couldn't quite put his finger on and ones that he simply had to pursue the source of before he could settle. Walking down the street, meandering and weaving through the people he passed, scowling at them as he turned his nose their way. In and out of stores and public buildings until he finally came nose to face with the culprit.

"Oi, you. Know it off already." His surprisingly stern voice called out as he tried to get the stranger's attention. "You've had me running all over the damn City looking for you. Knock it off already."

« « « NOTES ON THE WIND

[ ooc note: Levi's main negative personality trait is Introverted and his positive trait is Compassion. Happy for you to pick if Levi is going to be introverted, compassionate or if it will affect the Dom/Sub element instead! ]

All he was doing was standing there, watching the wind chimes as they swayed and moved in the breeze. The sound of them reminded him of smaller versions of the bells they had back home, ones that would ring to alert people of a Titan attack or Wall breach. His mind wandering, lost in those thoughts, as whatever effect started to take over him.

It was as if nothing had changed, until someone approached him and Levi found himself feeling different, more intense.

« « « NETWORK - [ UN: NOREGRETS ]

This place. This technology. It's like something straight out of the forbidden books some people used to hide.
It doesn't feel real yet. Being here. Without them.
I can't be the only one from a backwards society. I can't be the only one who's never seen a building as big as a tree or a cart that moves without a horse. Can I?

« « « WILDCARD

[ ooc: Toss me whatever starter you like, doesn't even have to be one of the prompts, it can be a random encounter or whatever! Feel free to pm me if you want to plot something or whatever, too! I'm always up for plotting. ]

text; un; ARAMIS

[toopolite]

Backwards society? I wouldn't consider France to be such, although we have not these trains and do rely on horses for many things. Feet for others.

One might also argue that people come from places where they are not planet bound like we are here... Which did take me a while to wrap my head around.

Constance Bonacieux | BBC's The Musketeers | Dominant

[laparisienne]

» » » ALL ABOARD

She has, apparently, been thoroughly 'processed'.

[Constance Bonacieux has been accosted by people wearing white clothing of a similar-enough design that it could be a uniform, welcoming her to 'Duplicity'. She has enough time to think, of all things, that white fabric is a very impractical choice given their apparent occupation before her circumstances become even stranger. What follows is a travesty of hospitality as she is stripped, bathed and examined without her permission and despite her protests. Bewildered and feeling as if she has abruptly lost all control over her life, her questions are answered with a script including polite phrases of reassurance and vague explanations full of nonsense. The faces of her 'hosts' hold variations of the same expression: delight and anticipation, as if they can't wait to discover everything about her. It is extremely disconcerting. The whole experience has left her frightened and confused with an anger building on the side that seems to have no outlet. There is no one 'in charge' to accept her complaints or be willing to answer her questions with anything that makes a lick of sense.

Constance is then whisked away to a horseless, metal carriage and taken to a building taller than she considers safe with huge windows of perfect glass and minimal furniture. Other than her clothes and a few items she considers important, there is nothing familiar. The air inside the building doesn't smell right, either.

There are too many things happening at once, to the point where her heart cannot settle into a reasonable, steady rhythm. She has to keep reminding herself to close her mouth or she'll swallow whatever manner of flying insect inhabits this place. The smells are all wrong. Her feet are on the ground but she feels as if she is being pulled several ways at once, adrift at sea after a shipwreck with nothing to cling to despite there being many pieces of floating debris. As analogies go, it isn't brilliant, but it will do.

Now she finds herself on a strip of hard, solid stone, beside a section of ground with a series of metal lines set at a lower level. Constance has been told if she does not participate, she will be punished. Until she has more information, she arrives as ordered, thankfully wearing her proper, practical clothes and not the fragile, paper 'tunic' she had been given. Her dress is a shade of blue that matches the sky on a cool summer day. The skirt is long, as the fashion in Paris dictates, with long sleeves and an unbleached, linen chemise beneath with blue stays supporting her torso. Her clothes are a very different style from those around her. Beside her are other people, some appearing as shocked by their predicament as she feels, others seemingly unconcerned. Across from her and on the other side of the metal lines is a similar strip of stone. More people stand there, looking across at the people on her side and she has no idea what they are waiting for.

With a roll of thunder and an alarming wind, a long, metal carriage arrives from a tunnel at a speed greater than anything she has ever witnessed. It screeches to a halt on her side of the metal lines. Sections of the carriage sides separate and some of the people who were inside leave. Those around her move rapidly or are encouraged to do so and she finds herself pressed with the crowd into what someone near her has called a 'train'. This conveyance will, apparently, take them on a tour of the city. She is not the only person standing; the seats are full. Some people are sitting or kneeling on the floor. A few have leashes going from the collar around their neck to the hand of a person sitting. The train starts again with a jolt and Constance grabs onto the nearest pole so she doesn't fall down. Unfortunately, she is jolted into the person behind her, so she turns her head to look at them. She will be cautious, but might as well be nice to those she encounters until she determines if that is wise or not.]

Is it always like this, cramped and loud?

« « « UP AND AWAY
(cw: random kink, behavioral modification)

Constance is standing in the Orientation Centre with others similarly summoned.

[They have been told to make a 'Compatibility Kite', using the materials provided on the table. She has been paired with someone she probably doesn't know, of course. The instructions are odd and include being physically close with a stranger. Regardless, a coloured tail will be the next element added, but she is getting ahead of herself. While waiting for her partner to arrive, Constance looks over the fabric provided. Some of it appears to be quite expensive, or likely would be if she was back in Paris.]

« « « WILD CARD

[Have an idea? Let me know or surprise me! :)]

all aboard

[toopolite]

[The city heat... Only compounded by the press of bodies. Sometimes he does prefer to take the long way, walking, although with the weather as it is, it takes its own toll. A day of work completed, and he is on his way back to what might be considered home. A roof over his head anyway, for his heart will always be in France.

People board and people depart. An endless cycle as it goes through it's route. He is not quite paying attention. A smile here, a word there, but otherwise simply existing. At least until a voice is heard over the murmur. Likely because it is a voice that he knows is what catches his attention. A few feet away, as his head turns, searching, and yes, there she is.

Mindful, as he'd rather not be arrested for stepping upon someone's shoe or bumping them given his designation as Submissive, but he does work his way through the crowd with an pardon me or variation thereon, until he is close enough. A rueful smile offered as he tips his head in greeting.]

Loud, yes, cramped, varies.

Bail Organa | Star Wars | Submissive

[simplegestures]

[ all aboard ]
[Once more is he back within this city. The moment he set foot here again, he knows it. Hazy, foggy, but it starts to clear as he works his way through. That hasn't changed. Third time a charm, perhaps, although he does not know what to make of it. There is no acknowledgment of his arrival once more. Then again there hadn't been any acknowledgment when he had changed his designation either.

The other two times he had come as a Dominant but now he gets to experience it from the other point of view. He cannot say that he prefers either yet he knows that making a fuss will accomplish little. There may be a tightness to his features as he works through the process, coming to the train for the tour. Steps aboard, and glances, seeking a seat.

There are other places he should be. Alderaan. With Breha. With Leia. With those working against the reign of the Empire. It is a pause here but not entirely a welcome one. He knows time is not straight forward. His past, present and future could all entwine but it does not keep him from desiring to walk his own path. For now, he walks forward, seeking a spot that he may occupy.]

[ up & away ]
[A part of him had forgotten just how hot the planet could get in the summers. Yet he does recall that it can fluctuate. Alderaan isn't a planet of extremes, of which he is grateful, and Coruscant had been artificial for years beyond years. There is no rhyme or reason to here unless those in power have some capabilities or plan. Thankfully the breeze that sweeps along is enough to negate any true extreme heat.

He does find himself wondering about those in charge as his eyes roam across the supplies set out before him. Kite building. There is almost a bemused expression as Bail waits for his partner to make their way over. He cannot even claim as to when the last time he has partaken in such activities. Perhaps as a young child... His eyebrows arch at the thought, for he rarely feels anything close to young these days.

It is movement that catches Bail's eyes and he turns to the individual who seems to be moving towards him. As he reaches a hand out toward the other person.]

I take it you are my partner in this endeavor. Bail Organa. I do apologize in advance.

[Not that he has even taken a look at the instructions which will only end up furthering his words.]

[ follow your nose ]
[He has not ventured too far around the city since his return. The Down housing seems to be as it was the last time he had been here. Not exactly a prison cell with stone calls and iron bars, or metal and sterile hidden away. How many have found themselves into a detention cell back home, to never see the light of day again? More than anyone will likely ever know. He knows thinking about everything that waits for him back home will not assist him here, yet his mind does not just simply turn off from such thoughts.

Distracted from them? Yes. He pauses, a quizzical tilt to his head as he takes in a light breath. The wind seems to toy with him, the hint of something there that he cannot quite put his finger upon but enough to shift his focus. Brow furrowing, Bail switches his course a little, walking down the sidewalk with a curious expression. He would not have said that he was hungry, for his appetite for food isn't the biggest. Still too troubled and with the offerings lacking in the Down, he had not felt the pang of hunger.

Yet there is a pang there of something as he seemingly follows the scent, expecting some market or food stand, a restaurant selling foods or drinks. As Bail draws along, it seems to be more toward a person, making him ponder what item they have found and if they might advise where he may find more.]

(ooc; ota. vanilla, candy, musk, citrus, rose, or favourite food)

[ network ] text | down | organa

I have yet to decide whether I am being honoured or not. It does seem that some time has passed since I last set foot within this city though. Some changes I can see with my own eyes. It is those that have happened within the last year and a half that I would take interest in, if such information may be provided. You would have my thanks and appreciation.

[ wildcard ]
[welcome to any wildcards]

[ooc; Bail is a returning Submissive, with previous memories]

private: text: un: padme

[democratically]

I can certainly fill you in.

Hello, Bail, and welcome back, for whatever that may be worth.

Steve Rogers | MCU | Submissive

[notmyfuture]

» » » ALL ABOARD

[In spite of all the preparations, the quantum tunnel deposited Steve in this place instead of any of the timestamps he was supposed to land in. The Stones and Mjölnir are gone. He's been stripped, marked, and collared of all things, and is in a fine mood by the time he's allowed a moment to himself.

At least the movement of the train is familiar enough to be comforting. He stares out of the window, fingers drifting to the collar occasionally to pick at it. However it's fastened is tricky and he loses his patience after a while, pulling at it with both hands. It tears in his grip and he's left holding two pieces of pleather.

Across the carriage, some of the locals look scandalized. Steve smiles at them placidly.] Oops.

« « « UP AND AWAY

[He's made kites before but none of them were made of ribbons and lace, or quite this big. The artist in him wants it to be aesthetically pleasing at least, and he's laid out the materials in a few different designs by the time his partner shows up.

After introductions, he gestures at the pile of kite tails. There are a few visible: CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION.]

Didn't know what to make of those. Do you mind picking one out?

» » » FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

[Being a supersoldier means that all his senses got dialed up. People having scents isn't that unusual, maybe it's just how this place works. He's pretty easily aroused and has a lot of practice in ignoring it until he's ready to snap. The city has him on edge in more ways than one.

Sneaking up on him is liable to get whoever slammed into the nearest wall or flat surface. A gentler approach would have him making a not-entirely-subtle attempt to catch their scent. Captain America himself doesn't smell like apple pie, but cinnamon and vanilla might be close enough.]

(ooc: feel free to wildcard!)

All Aboard

[staringproblem]

[The train's movement is just as familiar for Bucky, and sometimes, when he closes his eyes while it sways on its track, he can almost feel like he's back home, moving through the burrows of New York City. But what was supposed to be a quiet ride back to his Up apartment is cut short by the soft gasps around him, followed by hushed gossipy tones from the people seated around him. Bucky opens his eyes and scans the train car, knowing that such commotion can never be good in this place. He frowns when he spots the two pieces of pleather in a submissive's hands: this cannot be good for them, taking off their collar like that.

Sitting a bit more straight, his gaze follows the broken pieces of collar from hands to arms to shoulders, and his heart sinks when he sees the submissive's face. Even halfway turned from him, Bucky knows that face all too well: it belongs to a punk that's just about to get into trouble with the city. Giving the rear of the car a quick look to make sure that there are no SIN guards close by, Bucky gets to his feet in less than a second and walks over to the blond man, making sure the front of the car is free from guards as well. They're okay for now, but their luck might change quickly if they don't pay attention.

He stops to lean against the pole by Steve's seat, crossing his arms over his chest before he smirks lightly:]

Thought I told you not to do anything stupid?

dean winchester | supernatural | submissive

[nugent]

arrival (gen);

[ Orientation hadn't gone well, for lack of a better way to put it. Dean isn't exactly the type to take orders from anyone who isn't his old man, and people in scrubs and lab coats are pretty fucking low on the list.

So, he puts up a fight, and promptly learns exactly what it is those guards can do with batons.

Spoiler: nothing great.

With a bruised ass and still hissing snarls he’s shuffled off and examined by nurse Ratchet, put in a getup he wouldn’t be caught dead in (well, maybe if he were actually dead), then promptly shoved onto a train for a would be ‘tour’. The collar they slapped around his neck itches and he pulls at it with a scowl, then shuffles off to figure out what the hell it is he’s supposed to do. ]

This is BS.

up up and away we go;

[ After unceremoniously being dumped into a trash heap they called ‘The Down’, he figures out where his ‘room’ is, and if he’s being honest, it’s nothing new. He’s stayed in motels worse than this, and once he’s got clothes that actually cover his ass as opposed to a paper hospital gown, he stomps back out into the wild to explore his new surroundings.

And, okay. The kites are kinda cute. He’s never done anything like this, build a kite, let alone fly one. Childhood had been shooting ranges, camping with little to no supplies (Dad called it ‘building character’ or some bullshit), lessons on how to kill different kinds of monsters, that kind of thing.

The lace is kinda weird, though. Who builds a kite with lace? Even Dean knows that isn’t a great idea. The tails are even weirder, and he snatches one up and examines it with a frown, then looks up at his partner. ]

‘Faith’? I don’t get it.

[ You will, Dean. You will. ]

(( ooc; he’ll be headed to the beach with the rest, up to you if their kite flies or fails miserably! ))

follow your nose;

[ There’s a hint of the beach wherever Dean goes, and it’s kinda nice, you know? Sunscreen and sand and salt, and maybe after the kite ordeal he’d lounged a little and watched others (heh), but now he’s trying to figure out why the hell everything smells so damn strong. It’s like a French whore up in this bitch, roses and cinnamon and everything else under the sun. It’s enough to make a guy sneeze.

Dean has no idea he smells like freakin Christmas - cinnamon and all. Lavender to some people, to others, a rose. And his favorite food? Apple pie. There’s that, too. ]

reprieve (gen);

[ Welp. This place is either awesome or officially sucks, he hasn’t figure that out yet. What he has figured out is where a few bars are. Fun options include:

★ Sitting at the strip club in the Scratch, flinging whatever counts as currency at hotties
★ In the lounge at the scratch, drinking bourbon and pondering his life choices
★ Playing poker at the Scratch
★ At the Neptune, nursing a fancy cocktail he’s never heard of but is thoroughly enjoying
★ A brief pause in front of Catsanova and a question asked to you are there actually cats in there?
★ Sitting in the Back Door as far away from the stage as possible - he’s here because the outside looked like what he’s familiar with.

Any of these are open - feel free to wildcard encounters! ]

(( ooc; Dean is from season ONE, so he’s baby - no knowledge at all of anything after s1, ep13 (route 666). Have fun and feel free to wildcard! Specific questions, feel free to pm me. ))

sniff nisff sniff

[messenger]

[ castiel's been scenting strange things on the breeze for an indeterminable amount of time since the summer started to turn it's face toward autumn, but he hasn't followed a scent until now— lavender and apple pie is a strange mix, but it's so strong that it's heady, and familiar enough to make him ache deep in his gut.

quota check-in can wait while he winds around buildings and back streets, feeling a little too much like a hound. and when he finds the source of that scent, and chokes on his own breath in his throat, he doesn't feel any less the loyal dog he is. in the same moment, he decides that it must be a dream. it's too momentous a moment. too grand to accept otherwise. the trinket he bought— it must have finally had mercy on him and let him experience something other than a nightmare just this once.

he doesn't say anything. just approaches.

his own scent is strong with vanilla and musk, but he isn't thinking about it. after all, this is just a dream, right?

castiel doesn't look like anyone in particular. he's groomed well enough (because he always is) but his clothes are nothing more than an old worn t-shirt and sweats, scuffed tennis shoes. ]

Um—

Domino 🖤 Marvel 616 🖤 submissive

[luckofitall]

» » » FOLLOW YOUR NOSE/ OR generic w/ no scent

((ooc: preferred scents are cinnamon, musk, or lavender ))

[As much as she enjoys a good time, this place leaves a bad taste in Domino's mouth. There's a familiar attitude she dislikes from a portion of the population, a position where decisions and other rights are taken from her without her consent. Worst of all, a new black mark ruining a perfect aesthetic — again, something she had no say in, but she's taken it to new heights.

Whether it's because she followed a scent in, or just because it's where her feet (and her luck) led her, Dom can be found in a few places around Duplicity.

A girl has to make a dollar (credit), and her luck rarely lets her down. Domino can be found taking advantage of things just going her way at the card tables.

She also has to eat, and it's easier to get an idea of what is going on around her sitting at a quiet café or some other location where a submissive can get a cup of coffee on the cheap.]

» » » NETWORKING

text; un: ladyluck

I've landed in some questionable places before
This takes the cake.
Here I am stuck in the worst place ever and I didn't get to bring my copy of Never Mind the Bollocks.

⏵Wild Card⏴

[ooc: add your own or let me know, and I'll write something.]

text | un:wanderer

[autumnromance]

really? this is the worst for you?

I mean, I guess since they made you a second class citz, that makes sense

Rumi Nim | Kpop Demon Hunters | Dominant (Voice Testing!)

[whendarknessmeetsthelight]

[All on Display]
At first she thought she was dreaming, seeing a pair of random doors and nothing else and then upon entering one of them she was suddenly assaulted by medical staff? Of course Rumi fought back, drawing her blade but was immediately restrained and shot with something that made her sword dissipate and her body feel weak. She called out for Zoey and Mira but to no avail.

The medical staff and scientists do a thorough, embarassing, examination, send her on her way clad in nothing but a paper gown, and order her to attend an orientation. Fine. At least she's given a phone and there's a limo waiting for her. Maybe Mira and Zoey are wherever this limo is taking her?

As she steps from the car, Rumi once more calls for her bandmates and heaves a sigh when there's no answer.

Approaching a random stranger, she politely gets their attention.

"Have you by any chance seen a girl with long pink hair probably with another who has black hair?"

[All Aboard]
Rumi boards the train and flops down into a seat, slouching down and deciding to start scrolling through her phone. That is until there's a commotion tearing her attention to the front where what she identifies as a new Submissive based on the plain leather collar, seems to have failed to immediately kneel to the Dominant who sat beside them. This Dominant has a fancy golden bracelet, which apparently signifies they have a Contract, if Rumi remembers correctly. She watches, wide-eyed, as the Submissive apologizes and the Dominant slaps them across the face.

Before she knows what she's doing, Rumi stands.

"Hey! Leave them alone!"

[Up and Away]
At the required Orientation, Rumi learns a lot about this place that she isn't okay with, but for now, she'll keep quiet.

She's actually pretty surprised when the activity they're assigned seems so lighthearted and fun. Building and flying a kite. Alright. As she's paired up and given the materials, the ribbon marked 'Control' catches her attention and she finds herself staring at it for a long moment before she realizes she hasn't introduced herself.

"Oh, um, hi." She says, putting the materials back on the table and tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear, "I'm Rumi."

[Follow Your Nose]
Things in this apparent whole other world are so hard to get used to. It's exhausting! So when she smells something familiar, hints of her favorite Korean foods, she can't help but follow the scent. Even a small bit of home would do wonders for her adjustment. When she finds a person, and not a feast at the end of the trail, she looks around confused.

"Excuse me. Do you smell that?"

((ooc: Open to any of the scents for Rumi's pharamones))

[Network: Text; un: popstarroyalty]
Anyone heard of Huntrix?

[Wildcard]
What it says on the tin! Want to do anything else with Rumi? PM this journal or drop a starter!

All on Display

[old_man]

Jadzia glances as the individual approaches, eyebrows arching ever so. She doesn't recall ever meeting them, but it's cleared up a moment later. It's evident that she takes a moment to think about the question. Pink would be pretty obvious but she doesn't recall seeing anyone with that coloured hair, at least not yet. "Plenty of people with black hair, but I haven't seen one together with someone with pink. Although... it doesn't necessarily mean both would be here together."

Leona Kingscholar | Twisted Wonderland | Dominant

[effortaverse]

[QUICK NOTES: Leona is a lion beastman, which basically just means he has lion ears and a lion tail and instincts and whatnot. He is also kind of genuinely a misandrist and will be pretty standoffish with most dudes, but he's a gentleman to women and weak for cuties. he's still a shady lil shit tho. if it matters to you, he's 20 years old at his canon point.]

Up and Away

[[ooc: this one's the easiest prompt for if you don't want to thread smut with him on this!]

this isn't Leona's whole scene, really. he's not here for rubbing elbows— not here, here, he's really not anywhere for it. but it's been made clear to him that making nice is the only way he's getting out of this, so Leona's decided to pretend to be compliant and put on a pretty face for the day.

if only that pretty face didn't look so... smug, maybe the compliance and sweetness in his low, near-monotone voice would actually be believable. nevertheless, he lies;]

I'm really not handy with this kind of thing at all.

How about you show me how it's done?

[in actuality, he has plans to use his magic to get him through this; to get this damn thing built, and to get it into the air, if need be.

the only thing Leona really wants is to be out of this orientation and somewhere taking a nap.]

Follow Your Nose (overstimulation, feral kink, h/c opportunity)

[Leona should have stayed home.

it can be overwhelming for a beastman whose animal type has any good sense of smell just walking through a mall with a perfume store— so wandering around literally anywhere has been miserable since these pheromones started cropping up. between the confusion, the arousal, and the olfactory shock, it starts to give a wandering Leona a headache— until eventually he begins to feel like he can't even breathe.

he hurries away from the populated street to find refuge behind a building. even the scent of trash would be preferable to this, but he manages to find somewhere that isn't actually a disposal area. he's too overwhelmed to care if he's noticed, to even think about if someone would follow him, dropping to sit on a set of stairs. lowering his head into his hands and bracing his elbows on his knees, Leona tries to catch his breath, to take in fresh air, to ignore the aching heat throbbing in his jeans.

he's not feeling better in just a few breaths but it is long enough for him to be able to really pay attention to what he's hearing again. when someone approaches, he looks up with a warning look in his green eyes, brows furrowed severely and mouth hanging open as he pants.

there's a growl in his voice, his tail twitching like an angry snake when he spits;]

What do you want?

[ooc: we can play it to your preference whether it's breeding kink or one of the scents! Leona's gonna do best to wanting to be the giver in most of the scent scenarios, but my personal faves are cinnamon, candy, musk, lavender, and rose.]

wildcard

[open to plotting or like. most things tbh. hit me up by dm or love_letters to talk it out.]

follow your nose

[caycay]

[Is it extremely fortunate or unfortunate that the building Leona had happened to take refuge behind was the one that almost all of his classmates happened to work at? Even then, it was possible nobody would've noticed him...but he isn't there for long before a door opens and who happens to stride out but one Cater Diamond.

He's wearing a long hoodie, despite the summer weather, and...a pair of fake cat ears on his head. The ginger is in the middle of pulling a vape out of his pocket when his eyes catch movement and he finds himself staring straight at one Leona Kingscholar.

Cater's only frozen for half a second before he's whipping those ears off of his head and approaching.]

Uh--whoa! This sure is a surprise, isn't it?

[Oh, but, he's not looking so hot. Cater pauses, frowning, really taking in his stance and expression. The city must've done something to him, but what?]

Hey--what's going on? Are you feeling alright?

Maya Fey | Ace Attorney | Dominant

[parillegal]

[QUICK NOTES: Maya Fey is a lawyer's assistant who channels ghosts... but is otherwise from a mundane canon. she is one of the comic relief characters in a parody, though, so she'll be doing her level best to stay silly. She's very much almost 20 at her canonpoint.]

Fly High! (kites, least saucy)

What's up? I'm your partner for today, Maya Fey.

[Maya is doing her best not to freak out about this whole situation. It isn't the first time Maya's been taken to what she thought was a whole different world, considering she isn't yet aware of the truth of Labyrinthia, but it sure is the first time she's trapped in a situation like this!

still, this isn't her partner's fault, so Maya's not going to let that turn her into some kind of jerk.

she claps her hands together as if in prayer and bows in respectful greeting.]

What's your name?

Follow your Nose

[for now, all that the scents are doing to Maya is making her think everyone's really hot. she kind of thought that already? but man, is it pretty apparent today.

still, those scents smell really, really good! and if you seem both approachable and smell really nice, Maya is quick to reach out and grasp your wrist—]

Hey, is that a perfume you're wearing?

That smells really good!

[ooc: open to most things for this, whether that means just flirting or acting on the event effects. Maya'd be particularly good at giving on the lavender scent scenario, but i'm open to other ideas.]

Time to Chime

[Maya really shouldn't be balancing up on the gate of someone's garden, but alas. here she is in front of you, reaching up to try and ring the teeniest little wind chime she ever did see.

noticing she's caught in the act, she looks over her shoulder to acknowledge you... but just sticks out her tongue with a smile, reaching that last inch to tap the chime. it rings out this small, cute little ring, that will emphasize Maya's caretaking nature.

of course, that doesn't mean it's the last chime you've heard before encountering her...]

wildcard

[open to plotting or like. most things tbh. hit me up by dm or love_letters to talk it out.]

follow your nose

[changeas]

[It's absolutely not Maya's fault--but things have been so tense around the city, lately, that when someone (a Dominant, no less!) grabs him, he lets out a nervous squeak of surprise. Finn stares at her wide-eyed for a moment, but doesn't otherwise protest or try and scurry away from her. Then, he seems to realize she doesn't mean any harm and begins to relax.]

Oh...um, I'm not, but I do work at a shop that sells teas, so that might be what you're smelling?

gold ship | umamusume: pretty derby | submissive

[12billionyen]

all aboard

This is not the Eden that Gold Ship has been searching for. That said, she's reacting fairly well to being whisked away to another... wherever she's wound up. Trains are similar to busses in that they can keep her attention with how many things pass by, and now, in a new place, she's all too fascinated with her surroundings.

All of this is so new to her that she's getting antsy, wanting to explore for herself. She's practically chomping at the bit when the train finally stops and as soon as the doors open she's shooting out into a run--

-- only to run smack dab into someone on her way out. "Hey! Watch it!" Never mind that she was the one who did the running into...

up and away

Gold Ship doesn't wait for her paired Dominant to start crafting. She's already fastened together part of her kite and picked out one of the tails for it. The word 'PASSION' lies beside her, waiting to be tied on to the kite.

"Hey, you!"

Yeah, you.

"Can you pass the glitter glue?"

follow your nose

She's been following behind for a while now but waits for an opportune moment to get up close and personal.

Very up close and personal. Like right up in the face close and personal. She makes no secret of the fact that she's sniffing either.

"What's that smell?"

notes

[ ooc// The Umamusume girls don't have canon ages, but it's generally agreed upon that they're anywhere from 16-18 due to their placement in school. Because of this I'll generally assume gen CR unless otherwise specified. Any smut threads will be marked with an underage warning just to be safe! ]

up and away

[withmyfist]

"Uh,"

Mash looks around as he's addressed. This girl said something about glue..?

Well, he's pretty sure this is it. He reaches over and hands Gold Ship—

"Here you go,"

—a regular ass glue stick.

Not quite right.

Signy Mallory | Alliance-Union Universe | Dominant

[norwaysown]

I. All Aboard

Rules, Signy understands. Order. People and everything in their places. There's no sense to the rules in this place, but she knows that she's been put on top, that the bracelet around her wrist indicates as much. She doesn't intend to give up that place, not now while she's still figuring things out, and not at all.

When there’s trouble at the front of the train car, a dominant teaching a submissive a lesson, she turns to the person sitting next to her.

"Don't stare," she says, and her voice is firm. She's used to being listened to, used to being obeyed. But there's something gentle to it, especially when she adds, "Focus on your breath."

II. Up and Away

Signy is the captain of a ship with thousands of troops onboard, who's been fighting Earth's war against Union for as long as Earth had the stomach to continue, and then served the interests of the Merchanter's Alliance. There's almost nothing that can make her in the mood for arts and crafts.

"You do it," she says to the submissive she's been paired with. "I'll keep an eye out for trouble." She looks in her mid thirties, with silver-gray hair and an undeniably military bearing, although her clothes are no uniform, just a captain’s patch sewn onto an ordinary jacket. Her eyes are cold and older than the rest of her.

III. Follow Your Nose - potential dubcon/noncon

Signy is not a woman given to whims. She can make a rapid assessment of a situation and set herself on a path without second-guessing herself, but that’s a very different feeling from tracking someone halfway across this damn city just because she caught a smell she likes.

On the other hand, Signy is very used to achieving her objectives once she’s set her mind to them. It’s a simple matter to track down the smell of cinnamon or musk, and then to study them with an intensity she makes no attempt to hide.

“You,” she says, “Come with me somewhere private.” She hasn’t drawn a weapon, but her attitude is one of threat as much as it is sexual interest.

IV. Video

I’m Captain Mallory, of Norway.

[ She doubts that any of her troops are here, but if they are sure wants to give them the opportunity to get in touch. ]

I have a couple of questions about our situation here.

How many LIERs are there in the city? What percentage are graduates of the program and still here?

What is the full list of measures they use to control us? Is it common for them to fuck with our heads?

[ ooc: Signy is a character hardened by life, what she’s seen, and her own choices. ICly she's very abrasive and often controlling, the goal is for OOC fun in the threads. Please reach out oocly at any point through journal pm or snowishness if there’s something you want to talk through! If your character is knowledgeable about their 80's sci-fi they're welcome to 4th wall, but I doubt she'll take it well. ]

Follow Your Nose

[deinoswitch]

Dionysus is, more or less, minding his own business; he's heading back from the forest after checking on the bee hive he's set up there and merely spending some time among the nature there. It's not crucial for him by any means, but it is comforting.

He pauses when the unknown woman approaches him, with what is probably the most direct, immediate solicitation he's experienced in this city. (To be fair, he hasn't been here very long.) He's unaware of the cinnamon scent coming off of him, so he has no idea what has caused this particular focus, but he shrugs. "Alright," he says, sounding more amused than threatened. He's up for seeing how this goes.

Remmick | Sinners | Submissive

[snakespit]

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

[ The last thing that Remmick remembers before waking up is the agony of burning up, and the sweet sight of a sunrise for the first time in a millennium and a half. He doesn't know where he is when they're examining him, checking his teeth, checking his scalp where he can practically still feel the echo of a disk of silver jammed into his skull. He isn't thinking about them at all. He's thinking about the sun. He had hoped, in his last conscious thought before waking up here, that he would finally be free to return to his people in the Otherworld, or whatever afterlife there might be beyond the veil. He considers, as they poke and prod and bathe him, that this might be that. Yet he doesn't feel whole. He feels very much the same: hollow, and hungry.

He's not sure what he thinks anymore once he's shoved out the door into the very earthly night in nothing but a paper robe with a strip of leather upon his throat. All he knows is that he has to get his bearings, has to figure out what the hell's going on, and also probably eat. He tugs the robe tightly around him and finds just the right corner of the street to back up against (out of the way but not out of sight, near enough to an alley to slip into it if he needed to). He sinks down onto the ground, palms pressed into his eyes, and sucks in a sob. His shoulders start to shake, like he's trying to keep from crying. Won't someone help a poor guy out? ]

(note: this can be in the Up or the Down, he would play this trick in both locations.)

» » » ALL ABOARD

[ Well ain't this all fucking fascinating? Now Remmick's been a second-class citizen before, been a second-class citizen most of his long life, but he's never been a second-class citizen in a place that treats theirs like something special. He ain't never gotten a free tour of anywhere without needing to work for it first. He's taking in all the information he's getting, but it's during a particularly interesting bit of the talk about how Submissives are meant to be treated with respect and cared for by their Dominants when the couple comes onto the train, the submissive kneeling at her Dominant's feet, her head against his lap like a dog.

Well okay, so Remmick's taken by surprise, his face cracks into something like amused doubt. The expression says it all, really: Now that don't look at all like treating someone with respect and care. And right out in public, too. Now he's really seen it all. ]

» » » UP AND AWAY

A. [ You know, in all of Remmick’s long years, he can’t remember ever making a kite or flying one. The thrill of it really is less under moonlight, or his years are taking a toll on his memory. Still, that’s the project they’ve been given in this night-time Orientation, and he has to chuckle about it as he picks through the tails (letting his assigned partner read through the instructions. There’s some kind of magic going on in this place, some Faërie game, but he hasn’t yet quite clued into exactly what. He clicks his tongue at OBEDIENCE and FAITH—definitely not. He picks up three to show his partner: PRAISE, PASSION, and SPICE. ]

Alright, what do you think? How we gonna play this?

B. [ Rem only messes around with the kites on the beach at night for only a little bit before making himself comfortable sitting with his bare feet in the sand. He just watches everyone playing along with this enjoyable, benign activity, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This is nice, he thinks, even as he’s starting to feel…something. Need, an itch. When someone makes eye contact with him as he sits and watches, he smiles and waves two fingers in greeting. ]

You havin’ fun?

« « « FOLLOW YOUR NOSE

[ With how old Remmick is, he’s had enough experience in going without for longer than he should. The leader of the pack’s responsibility is making sure his children are fed and safe, and sometimes that means waiting for the right fucking opportunity. Some people are easier to pick off than others, in some places more than others. But he doesn’t know this place well enough yet to have a getaway plan, and word on the street is that no one can just leave. He’s subsided the last week on rats and one native he was able to dump.

Now though, he’s hungry. He’s hungry for a fuck as much as he is for a meal, so the verdict’s still out which will come first. When he catches a scent in the air that he can’t resist, he follows it like a bloodhound. He follows it into one of the bars or night clubs (easy to get invited in when there’s someone on the door or working the bar). He can’t help but lick his lips when he spots whose scent drew him in. He sits down in the seat nearest to them, orders himself a beer and does that careful dance. Glance over at the person next to him, a second; furtive, unable to look away. Then, once he has his beer with a polite “thank you ma’am”, he turns to face his prey. Friendly and open, but certainly ready to flirt. ]

I’m real sorry to bother you, but you smell incredible, even through all of this. [ he motions to the bar around them. ] Is it something you’re wearin’?

[ ooc: He is going after Vanilla, Musk and favourite food, but is also open for him to smell like Cinammon, or Rose as well as the above. This prompt has the very real potential to get bloody/gory/violent. I have a mechanism in-place to keep him from killing people but it would be a close call for anyone who can’t fight him off. Please let me know if you do not want it to go that way and he'll just get mouthy without taking a bite. Please only pick the food-smell prompt if you want to get violent and messy! ]

« « « BUSKING

[ It's really not long at all before Remmick goes right back to relying on his old faithful method of scrounging together some money and meeting new people in the process, and that's busking. With a coffee cup in front of him, he's sat down on a corner just after dusk, playing on his banjo for change. And thank you kindly to whoever let him keep his banjo when they brought him back from a second grave in his place--well, not his banjo. Bert's banjo. His banjo now, and that's what matters more than that poor son of a bitch ever did in life or death. At least it's being put to good use. ]

[ ooc: important content notes! Remmick is a problematic piece of shit, so I have an opt in/opt out post here! I won't be doing any tagging out for first contact, only responding to those I know want to play with him. He's a monster vampire not a gentleman vampire, so his biting is vicious and very bloody. I haven't quite figured out how I want to play how his turning vs feeding vs killing mechanism yet because it's OP, so for the sake of this meme let's say he will be vampire-sterile, and I also welcome violent encounters where he gets the shit kicked out of him. We can discuss logistics and if I do app him we'll have to retcon a bit. If you want to discuss, hit me up on pondicusrex! Also obvs all of these threads are either at night or twilight/sunrise in the down. ]

follow your nose ~

[autumnromance]

Brooklyn has been making his way from bar to bar, indulging in drinks that aren't quite strong enough for something like him, flirting, touching, enjoying himself. It's easy to lose yourself to it. It's easy to let the blood run a little high. And he's aware, in the hazy summer mugginess of the Down especially, that his blood is running a little high because of the eagerness and desires of others around him. He would have done well in Spring, no doubt; instead, he thinks it might be more fun to fuck with anyone that looks at him a little too closely.

He's been at this particular bar for almost an hour now. It's dark outside -- but everything in the Down, it seems, is a perpetual twilight that aches in Brooklyn's bones. There's been some fun, but if he's honest, he's getting a little bored. And that's when trouble walks in.

Brooklyn loves trouble.

Brooklyn's more familiar with Changing breeds than the Kindred, but there's always a very particular way about them, how they feel. There's something else about this one, as he comes closer. A pine-wood familiarity that would make an animal's heckles raise. It leaves Brooklyn poised, rocking his whiskey glass back and forth on the bar until he is, inevitably, approached. The flirtatious suggestion in that drawl makes Brooklyn smile lazily, lifting his drink and setting it against his lower lip as he looks over at the vampire.

After all, he smells incredible too. Familiarity, and something deeper, darker in there too.

"I don't know about all that. Why don't you have a drink with me and we can figure it out together."

Ivan | Alien Stage | Submissive

[parasiticheart]

1. Kite Building

[ Compared to his other experiences in life, this isn't so bad.

From what he understands so far, he is in a position to be owned again, and is subject to new standards by the LIEr staff and society. It is yet to be seen if these overlords are worse or better than the ones at home, but for now, this is less than bog standard. Building a kite to 'pass'? Sure, he'd never built one before, but he is confident it can be figured out. The rules here, also, can be figured out. Survival can be figured out, as he had already had a lifetime of experience learning how to mimic the 'traits that work best'.

He is sure that in a society where the cattle should be obedient and physically involved, his normal mask will do to start with when he interacts with his fellow captives. He is also sure he is alone, and that mask will hide the pressure of that loneliness. This is a safe way to begin.

Ivan had done all he could do at home, hadn't he? Whatever had happened, however he got here with a heartbeat, he just had to move in step.

He has an awful friendly smile on when he meets his designated Kite Crafting Comrade, his snaggletooth poking out of the left side of his mouth as he waves at them. ]

Hello! I think this shouldn't be too hard, right?

2. Follow Your Nose

[ The air was making his skin itch.

Ivan can't make sense of it, but there's a buzzing, tickling feeling under his skin and in his nose that warms him around the collar. He feels like he'd been wandering the Down with his nose in the air and has realized he doesn't really know where he is! He's still getting used to the space, though it's a painfully familiar environment again.

He's been downgraded from his risen pedestal. What a pain.

Sweet smells like vanilla and candy keep whiffing past his face which he only notices when he stops to try and get his head about him. Unfortunately for whoever he's ended up inadvertently following, he's a man on the taller side with dark, consuming eyes that add a sprinkle of creepiness to his otherwise confused expression. He's probably staring at his unwitting stalking victim, confused, by the time he's noticed. There isn't a bit of shame on his face when he gets caught though. Expect a charming smile and a healthy wave of his hand. ]

3. Network

[ A man with abysmally dark eyes but a smile built for a camera speaks amicably to his audience. It is a practiced, but largely convincing act from a rising entertainment star. Ivan knows he must market himself right away to better his chance to make it through whatever hell this likely is. ]

Wow! I knew my popularity was up, but I didn't think I'd end up kidnapped. Or did I get sold off without my knowing? I wonder what the truth is. [ A light laugh. ]

Despite that, I have a good work record, so I'd happily accept a contract from an interested party in good standing. 'Work' here seems different than the 'work' I know, but I'll do my best 'work' for my contractor. I take pride in doing my best. Take that as you will, of course. It's a pleasure to meet the rest of you.

[ It was not, really. He couldn't care less at this point. He just wants ground under his feet again so he can assess things properly. The public 'Ivan' was as strong as ever, though, despite being mentally shaken by his last memories. It'd get him through. ]

kites hehehe

[messenger]

I've never actually done this before.

[ he knew how in theory, but he had learned through experience that theory didn't necessarily count for much.

castiel looks down at the mess of supplies and begins to sort through them, though he's really just making more of a mess. ]

Did they give you the instructions?

Gamora - GoTG (MCU) - Submissive

[mostdeadly]

Arrival

The last thing she remembers is falling. She remembers Vormir. She remembers laughing. She remembers realising in horror exactly what he meant to do.
She remembers falling.

The impact never came.

She's silent in the processing area. She's silent on the train ride to the Down. If anyone dares to try to sit next to her, they'll be met with a surly stare and an unfriendly grunt of annoyance.
When she finally gets dumped out at the Down, Gamora stands with her back to the public housing building and lifts her face to the sky. This surely, surely, cannot be her life now.

Up and Away

Gamora's never seen a kite before. Not that it matters. The instructions are useless and she couldn't care less about any of it. She stands with her partner as instructed and will even join in with making the kite. She still has that competitive edge in her and she is quite determined that her kite will be the best. However, she gives her Dominant partner a withering look and a clear warning.

"Touch me and it'll be the last thing you do."

Follow your nose

That smell, creamy and sweet, has been haunting Gamora. What exactly it is, she has no idea, but it is irresistible. She follows the scent through the Down, through the Up and all around until at last she finds the person. She tries to appear casual, as if she's just striking up conversation with them. It's not like she can just come out and say that she's got this really strange urge to let them fuck her and fill her, can she? So, her calm demeanour betrayed only by a quick pursing of her lips, she says,

"So, hey. I'm Gamora. No, wait. I got it. What is that scent you're wearing?"

Notes on the Wind

Gamora isn't interested in fashions or silly little trinkets like wind chimes. She likes her room neat and tidy. However, they're everywhere, these noisy little chimes, and in the end, Gamora accepts one, if only to shut the shop keeper up. For a while, she watches, mesmerised, as the patterns swirl. When she blinks, and breaks her reverie, she gives herself a shake. Leaving the apartment, she makes her way to the train. Rather than keeping her head down and standing up out of the way of the Dominants, Gamora approaches one sat in the carriage.

"I wish to sit down. Can you move?" Her tone is gentle, but there is a demand behind it. Gamora isn't going to take no for an answer this time.

Up And Away

[leg_with_heart]

Gamora may be in luck if she's after the best kite. Not only had Hunk been familiar with the aerodynamic concept of kites in general from his childhood on Earth, but given the materials they were dealt, the aerospace engineer could practically build one in his sleep. That being said, it's safe to say that neither of them have glanced at the instructions.

As he turns toward her to examine the materials between them, he catches her look, and her words of warning grind his movement to a pause. His look in return is sheepish.

"Uh, okay! I mean, I still have a lot of other things on my bucket list, so I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

He cautiously reaches for the dowels on the table between them and positions them perpendicularly.

"You wanna hand me that..." It's way too thick to be twine, and the sleek shine makes him wonder if it'll even have enough friction to hold the dowels in place. "... uh, rope?"

Hunk Garrett | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Dominant

[leg_with_heart]

All On Display

As those enthusiastic and mildly uncanny faces descend upon him, Hunk feels an overwhelming sense of dread... and deja vu.

A little on edge, he doesn't hesitate to be vocally combative, asking questions like can you please not take my clothes off, where are you taking me, what are you gonna do with that thing, and perhaps most importantly, where am I, and being met with little to no response. For some reason, he isn't as terrified as he believes he should be; deep down, he knows the answers to the questions he's asking.

As he's finally ushered outside, the warm breeze caressing his bare skin through the opening in his paper gown not going completely unnoticed, he glances down at the device they placed in his hand. He can almost feel the muscle memory returning as he wraps his fingers around it. But it takes a moment for him to register something that seems a little different.

"Whoa, what the -- wait a second, is that..." a bracelet-like cuff on his wrist? He reaches up to grasp at his neck only to find it bare, and then his eyes slowly return to the strip of faux leather on his arm.

"I guess that's... not not a good thing..."


Up And Away

Hunk peers down at the materials he and his partner were given, and for the first time since arriving, he feels somewhat optimistic. Kite construction is more or less child's play for an engineer, and as a result, he hardly even considers looking at the instructions.

He picks up a few of the dowels and leans over toward the person he'd been paired with. "At least this part doesn't seem too hard, right? Have you ever made one of these before?"

[Open to obedience, praise, edge, patience, passion and spice. Feel free to suggest something miscellaneous!]


Follow Your Nose

It feels like forever since he'd had a decent meal, and Hunk is, understandably, feeling quite peckish. [Understatement of the year.] Since he more or less just arrived, he finds himself looking for one of those hole-in-the-wall joints that you know has amazing food, when he catches a whiff of wildly irresistible and nostalgic baked goods. Strangely enough, he only notices it as a passerby crosses his path.

He does an about-face to fall into lock step with the passing figure he suspects just came from a quality bakery.

"Hey! Did you just get banana cake from somewhere?"

[Open to any and all of the scents!]


[OOC: It's been 84 years... Hunk's been here before, but it's been so long that things are still coming back to him and me! I'm open to all CR, old and new. Feel free to ping me at LexieB!]

Sylus l Love and DeepSpace l Submissive

[abyssalmark]

» » » UP AND AWAY
[Building a kite for a man who had made his own cybernetic spy cam crow was really child's play. Speaking of, said cybernetic crow was already hopping around the table of supplies and picking up some of the things Sylus needed without even bothering to check for his approval. It was like they kind of worked as one being in a way.] Mephisto, hurry up with your sticks and let's get this over with.

[Oh, Sylus knew it was a partner event but his partner was clearly Mephisto. He figured that counted, right? It didn't. Sylus still needed to grab a slip of paper with a word on it. OBEDIENCE was the one he managed to grab without looking and when he did another hand reached for the same slip at the same time, what a lovely meet-cute.]

Oh, are you here to replace my assistant? I'm afraid the kite will be done soon but you can watch the show if you'd like. I'll put your name down for credit.


» » » FOLLOW YOUR NOSE((ooc: preferred scents are Lavender, Citrus, Rose or (one) of his favorite foods: Cheese pancakes ))

[Thanks to the Aether core in Sylus' eye, it was normal for the man to usually see what other's desired on a daily basis. Now he wasn't going around just scanning everyone who passed him because he truly didn't care about the average person but when the pheromones were turned up thanks to the wind, Sylus not only could smell a change in those around him but he could see it to. For the most part he tended to ignore it, he really did NOT want to see how almost every store he went, Up or Down was full of just really horny people. It was starting to put him off honestly even if some of the scents weren't that bad and were starting to get to him even. So, he found a park to go to away from as many people as he could for some quiet and to rest his sensitive senses. He'd just rest under a tree while Mephisto kept watch.

He should have known better though since Mephisto loved to tease Sylus back when it could since Sylus did the same to it. So when it saw someone approaching instead of putting out a warning caw it simply stayed quiet and thought it'd be funnier to watch whatever might unfold.]

» » » NETWORK
name: Sylus
username: Tartarus
profile picture: Here

Since this place wants me to stay, looks like I should look into a job. Anyone got any recommendations?

⏵Wild Card⏴
[ooc: Add your own or message me on discord or plurk @ chocobobutt. I don't mind just yapping either if you got question about this boy.]