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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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() (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. |
![]() (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 seenActing 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. |
![]() (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
So, what's happening?UP AND AWAY
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
NOTES ON THE WIND
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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!! |
Leona Kingscholar | Twisted Wonderland | Dominant
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
follow your nose
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?
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rubbing his temple, Leona takes a better look and confirms—]
Cater?
[ugh. what a conflict. there's not a lot of people Leona would want to see him like this, and he isn't entirely sure where Cater fits on that spectrum.]
Don't— get closer,
[it's not entirely sure if that's a command or a request, but Leona's tail curls defensively.]
I'm— fine.
[is he though.]
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[When he was actively the one and only, anyway. Shoving his vape back into his pocket and tucking away his costume ears, as well, Cater assesses Leona for just another few seconds longer. Then, yeah, he's blatantly going to disregard that order.]
Yeah...no, I'm not so sure you are. I'm guessing you got hit with a drug, or something? Geeze, this place really knows how to help a guy adjust. Here, let me take you inside--you can sleep it off in a private room.
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Follow your nose, breeding kink and/or any mix of scents are fair game
It's not the Down, there's probably no chance someone got shot. Maybe a victim of the SLUT center, if they're struggling so hard just to breathe? It would be cruel to just walk past without at least seeing if he could lend a hand; Rook follows the sound of panting, until he's forced to stop short and stare. Is that Leona? Is he hallucinating? Maybe not, it is Orientation day.....]
I want to get you somewhere safe, Roi des Lions; if you can't walk, I'll carry you. Tell me what happened.
[Growling and glaring though he might be, Leona's rarely the physically aggressive sort--and it doesn't sound like he's in any shape to lash out, even if he was so inclined. It should be no problem to get into his personal space and lift him onto his feet, right?]
hehehehehe.
there is no way that after Leona got sent to fuck hell city, or wherever, after getting assaulted by the sheer number and strength of scents around, that the first person he would run into would be Rook Hunt.
that's... that's actually marginally terrifying—]
How—
[he really wants to ask how the hell Rook's managed it, but he's practically gagging trying to assess if it even truly is Rook by his scent. no, no, he doesn't have to do that, anyway, does he? the voice is unmistakeable...]
Don't— you are not carrying me—
[he warns, reaching out defensively to try and stop Rook... though he really isn't in a position to resist much.]
I'm so sorry for him in advance, Leona. On the plus side you can wreck his shit as much as you want?
[Just as he'd thought. There's no way Leona just putting up his hands is going to stop him, not when there's not likely to be any real force behind it. Gloved hands wrap around Leona's waist as Rook crouches, straightening up to lift him as he rises. You have about fifteen seconds to get your feet under you and support your own weight, sir, or you're getting prince
sscarried no matter how much your tail is lashing.]he'll have to put up with it smh rook's a blast
Just LMK if you want him under the influence of something too~
i'm ota tbh! in-control hunter/handler rook sounds just as appealing as an influenced rook 👀
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that second meta line is so choice👌✨
Right, he loves both his grumpy housewardens so much ♥
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stab me in the heart with these lines why dont you!!!
🗡🗡🗡
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Up and Away
[Orientation is, at this point for Diva, just another part of life. With Tsurugi gone it's all too easy for her to be sorted with new Dominants, encouraged to find new faces, and find herself a potential new match for a contract as far as LIES is concerned. The boy she's been paired up with is interesting enough to her, tall and with cute furry ears and a tail. He's not the first person she's met in Duplicity to have animalistic features and certainly wouldn't be the last.]
It's not that hard. Here, hand me the glue.
[She points a slender finger his way, fangs flashing as she speaks. He may not be human but neither is she, and that already makes him far more favourable to deal with for this little activity.]
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there's no one who knows him around to see, but that wouldn't bother him anyway. for a woman, he'll be ridiculed by those jackasses with no remorse. he'll be a gentleman.
compliant yet curious, Leona grabs the glue for her, the hand closest to her still tucked in his pocket.]
You'll have to forgive me.
Can't say this kind of crafting was a part of my curriculum growing up, but I'll help how I can.
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You're forgiven!
[Grabbing two popsicle sticks she squeezes glue on one end before sticking them together, holding the wood in place.]
It wasn't in mine either, but it's just making art. What did you learn growing up then?
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follow your nose
And, oh, what a treat was waiting for her, tucked away and trying to remain unseen.]
Now, now. No need for such hostility.
[He looked like the very definition of an animal put on the defensive, teeth bared in warning to any would-be threats. How fun. How curious.]
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fuck.
the last thing Leona wants is to be like this— so uncontrollable, so hungry— in the face of a woman.
her scent is overwhelming, but he can still assess what kind of woman she is in a look, in the tone of her voice, in the color that scent paints in Leona's mind.]
—Sorry,
[he manages, trying to curl on himself a little more, shaking his head.]
I didn't— realize.
[realize what? that it was a woman who'd approached him, of course, but articulating that, and letting more of her scent into his mouth feels... dangerous.]
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up and away
Alright. It's been a long time since I've made one of these, but...I think I remember well enough.
[The concept was simple, anyway, and Finn wasn't going to try and put any bells and whistles on it. He doesn't even ask for Leona to do anything to help or try and instruct him for real--maybe he gets that Leona's not actually interested in learning. So, Finn lays out the paper backing and begins to put the sticks in place that'll serve as its skeleton.]
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interesting.
under the guise of— or perhaps, in addition to— overseeing Finn's work, Leona leans over Finn's shoulder and takes a deep, quiet breath, the scent of Finn's magic gliding under the roof of his mouth.]
...Was kite-making customary in your country?
[he asks, hands tucked into his pockets. it's not a direct question, but getting Finn to go on about home might give Leona more context for what he smells.]
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up and away
[ Kalim waves, and then laughs cheerfully, not a thought in his head. Sure, he doesn't... like... the orientations a lot, but it's so hard to resist them when they've got crafts. ]
Wow, that's a huge coincidence, isn't it??
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and then he looks away from Kalim, at the area around them, as if looking for a hidden camera, maybe?
and then he looks back at Kalim, staring, blinking, for what really isn't all that long a time but definitely feels like a long time to him.]
What?
[on the list of people Leona had even considered he might possibly, potentially run into while in this city, Kalim was not in the first like, fifty, probably, not that he'd really gotten that far. it's not a fate he'd wish to see Kalim share, even. and yet, Kalim is here in front of him, as real as Leona assumes anything else around them is.
he already asked what but he immediately regrets it, after considering that 'why' and 'how' will definitely have just as unsatisfactory answers as 'what' would. and so with a long-suffering sigh, Leona brings his hand to his temple.]
Yeah.
Huge coincidence.
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up and away
That's okay- I'm sure I can figure it out. If I can't then... [she shrugged.]
Let's get to it!
[She grabbed for the instructions and read the awfully vague details...]
...or not? Um. They're kinda... [well she was used to this, but she was unsure if he was. Either way, she held out the instructions to him, pointing at one of them, 'stay behind your partner, grab them by the hips, and grind until parts have been assembled'. She stayed quiet and simply blushed at all that.]
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...but those instructions turn his face sour again. there's nothing normal here, is there?]
...Ah.
Guess they have a sense of humor.
[not a sense of taste, though. Leona waves his hand to dismiss the thought and continues;]
If the instructions aren't any use, we'll just use what we can glean from the pictures.
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follow your nose - mebbe candy/musk? breeding a-ok
He should probably be more afraid of Leona growling but if he can mouth off to the guards he can handle the guy he idolizes. Totally. ]
Hi. Are you okay? I'm glad I finally got to run into you!
[ Epel has no sense of self-preservation on a good day and today is... well, he plops down right beside Leona. ]
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but Epel doesn't hesitate, and before Leona can really come up with another growl or grimace to stop him, he is close, and he—
smells sweet?]
What— what are you—
[no, wait, he doesn't need to ask what Epel is doing here— it's the same answer as what anyone else is. Leona is distracted momentarily from his lustful overwhelm by the deep discomfort of realizing any of his underclassmen are here.
Leona runs his hand down his face, stopping when his hand covers his mouth and nose, and leans into it with his elbow on his knee.]
Nevermind. Forget I asked.
Yeah, I'm here.
[that is not what Epel asked, though.]
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up and away
Wha? Oh. No, I canny do tha. Never seen a kite, let alone built one. They passed oot directions though . . . Here.
[He rummaged through the pile of supplies and came up with a handful of papers he didn't plan to read.]
Who are ye?
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Real rude of ya to ask before offerin',
[he chides, bracing his hand against the edge of the table and leaning far too close to Harry's space, sniffing quietly for any hint of a scent of magic.]
But I'm feelin' real merciful today.
Leona Kingscholar.
Prince Leona Kingscholar, of the Sunset Savanna.
[he gives Harry a grin to match his own, though the play of his brow suggests it's not entirely genuine.]
Pleasure.
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Follow Your Nose - down for breeding candy & musk!
I am leaving my job. [She tilts her head, studying him. It was clear he was distressed.] You seem unwell. [She inhales subtly, noting a scent on the air--though the truth of the matter was that she'd been catching curious smells all day, most of which did not belong in a flower shop. Six years in Duplicity told her it was likely the next game the city was playing on them and she'd been there long enough that she was over fighting against them.] Do you need help?
you know what i'm here for.
[ The approaching fae responds, with a tone that offers the pretense of hurt, of upset, at being snapped at by the beastman. In reality? Anyone who has been around Lilia knows he's likely to play up what he 'should' be feeling to mess with others, or to try and earn favor. A sneaky, sly little creature of a fairy, potentially one of the most dangerous third years there were.... not even second to Malleus Draconia. ]
It is you who led me here, after all.
[ The explanation hardly helps, huh?
This small alleyway in the Down was between his home and the elevator-- and, as it was, Lilia had found himself enraptured, unable to do anything but follow this scent on his way home from a rather overstimulating shift at work. He's ready to be home and get out of these clothes but.
He's already in Leona's face. How did he get there so quickly? Why is he grabbing at Leona's chin with a harshness that should be impossible for his tiny frame?
... And why is he leaning in, sniffing at him with a purpose?
None of these questions will be answered right off. ]
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the man who knocked perpetual second-placer Leona down to third, even if Leona would argue both spots ahead were on technicality.
Leona hadn't wanted to run into other schoolmates at all, but at least he's found one he doesn't feel as guilty growling at.]
Fuck's sake,
[he grumbles, not resisting the way his face is jerked around. he never has, really, when the other students manhandle him. for all he goes on about being a beast, he sure is trained as if for the circus, perfect and proper and meant to be seen.
the delayed rebellion comes in the form of Leona's glare, though it's also a guise for how stabilizing it is. finally, one scent, one sight; only one to focus on instead of the surrounding chorus. even as he tries to seem like he hates what he sees Leona reaches out on desperate instinct, clinging to Lilia's shirt and speaking through clenched teeth.]
Of all the places to wind up, right in front of you.
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