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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2025-09-10 11:08 pm
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TDM #44


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « ALL ON DISPLAY


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

...and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

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

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

Summer has bowed out, the chill of autumn prompting people to pull out warmer jackets, hats and scarves to ward off the chill. Grab a warm drink and enjoy the cooler weather outdoors while you can!



» » » ALL ABOARD




After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « WITH THIS RING



(cw: cock rings, sexual compulsion, random kinks, thought sharing, public sex)

In a continued effort to use Orientation activities to help test compatibility and gently encourage commitment, LIES decides to bring in a symbolic practice they've heard about from other cultures. Apparently, it's said that rings can represent promise. What better way to promote the promise of a good contract than through a pair of rings a Dominant and a Submissive make for each other? And so, for Orientation, participants attend a short, three-hour ring-making course. People are assigned a partner of the opposite designation if they didn't come in with one, and they will be tasked with making a ring for each other. In just one afternoon, pairs can pick out strips of silver, cut and bend them to size, and have fun soldering, hammering, and sanding them into just the right look. By the end of the course, everyone is expected to place the ring on their partner’s finger for them.

Ring-making is a surprisingly complex process! But not to worry, helpful instructors linger around the room, ready to guide everyone through each step. Don’t be alarmed if they hover meaningfully around everyone around the simple, but unfamiliar, and potentially dangerous tools. They're just looking out for your safety, so hopefully no one minds if they watch everyone's every move, very closely.

Mandrels of various girths are on hand - clearly to accommodate fingers of different shapes and sizes! But the staff won't ask too many questions if they notice a mismatch in size between someone’s fingers and the ring they might be making. In fact, they might ask if a Dominant needs help fitting the O-ring they’re clearly making into their Submissive’s collar, or… perhaps they’re making a ring for something else entirely? They may give a little wink and a nudge towards one of the backrooms in case people need to double check a partner's… size. They might even suggest this option themselves if they notice pairs looking hesitant or wary about this whole affair.

To personalize the rings, letters, numbers, and even simple shapes or designs are offered at certain steps of the workshop. Metal ring stamps can be used to hammer a simple design into the metal before the ring is shaped. These are perfectly normal and will surely have no lasting effect on your finished product. It's recommended to use the first letters of your and your partner's name (a long word won't fit!), or maybe a few numbers for the date today, but everyone is free to do whatever they like. Some options of designs include letters, numbers, shapes like hearts, stars, suns, moons, and tiny spirals. When first worn, one of the stamped designs may inspire a particular effect on the wearer:

  • If letter(s) are stamped on the ring, one of them might appear to glow. Then, the wearer will be overcome with a desire to try a specific kink that begins with that letter. That desire does not fade even if the ring is removed - the only way to be rid of it is to try that kink at least once.

  • If numbers are stamped on the ring, one digit may start to feel hot. The wearer’s logic will be clouded by intense horniness, visualizing fucking their partners, friends, or strangers for the equivalent number of hours, unable to get much done until the set time has passed.

  • If a heart is on the ring, the wearer hears their partner’s thoughts and heart’s desires for about a day.

  • If a sun or a moon is on the ring, the wearer will either have the urge to do some outdoor exhibitionism in broad daylight (sun) or in the nighttime (moon.) The urge fades when they get off in public at least once.

  • If a spiral is on the ring… Nothing strange happens! For now.

[ooc: ring effects may or may not take effect again (after it is removed and then worn again) at a player’s discretion.]



» » » SWEET AND TART


(cw: aphros, intercrural, frottage, cockwarming, blood play, cum marking, vanilla sex, public oral sex)

Scattered about the Up and Down are flyers for a pop-up autumn-themed outdoor market in Fiddler’s Square. Entrance is free to all, but if a Dominant and a Submissive arrive together as a pair, they will be given a set of four coupons to exchange at the stalls. Various baked goods, sweet beverages, and handmade trinkets, soaps, and clothing can be found for one to indulge in, but the star of the market seems to be a booth sponsored by Temptation Acres. Goods at this booth come from an apple orchard on the outskirts of the city and range from warm, aphro-spiked cider, apple baked goods with their signature apple pie as one of the main draws, and a station set up for people to make their own candied apples.

Dominants and Submissives alike are welcome to dip apples in various toppings to their liking, but are encouraged to do so together in pairs. If so, their apples will be complimentary. Unsurprisingly, said toppings have various effects when consumed:

  • Caramel & Nuts: It’s not always about penetration - enjoy a bit of intercrural, frottage, or cockwarming after consuming this particular treat.

  • Sugary Red Syrup: It’s time to get sticky! Whether it’s with a bit of spit, blood play, or cum marking, the desire to make a mess of someone else with your fluids (or theirs) is irresistible.

  • Chocolate: Make it Vanilla, baby! Holding hands and kissing out of sight? Missionary with the lights off? This topping will make you blush like a virgin and want to act like one!

There is also the exciting chance to win free apple pies for a whole year (and a complimentary apple gag!) if one participates in the sponsored apple pie eating contest. Put your hands behind your back and your face straight into pies that look rather suspicious (NSFW). To be a winner of the competition, one must finish a whole pie with their hands remaining behind their back and, with the help of the aphro in said pie, get someone off with their mouth. Pie for a year is worth it, right?



« « « SMOKE AND SILENCE


(cw: body horror, confessions)

The weather in Duplicity is as unpredictable as ever. From fierce, sudden storms comes a gentle, autumn chill that has much of the city reaching for sweaters, scarves, and warm hats… But for some, the chill settles deeper still. Somehow, the cold reaches into the chest, or their very core, leaving them hollow, aching, and hungry for something they can't quite name.

They say this season is about finally letting go - but what happens to those who aren't ready yet? For any character who has someone - or something - that they miss deeply, the ache intensifies. Longing sharpens into a heavy weight that hollows them out, makes them feel like they are being eaten alive from the inside. Their breath seems to fog unnaturally even when they're indoors, manifesting in wisps of smoke that look like they are warm, but offer no comfort - only an encroaching cold that is impossible to ignore. The smoke itself only thickens the longer it is ignored. It starts to smell more and more of wax, burning flowers, or strong camphor. It clings to hair and to clothes, even for those who try to hide it.

No amount of bundling up seems to help, no food or drink will fill the growing void, this cavern of yearning that threatens to freeze them from the inside out. But warmth and relief aren't entirely out of reach; when the feeling is named, when names are shared, when the yearning is acknowledged even once, a spark of heat rises up like a flame inside. It grows the more the connection is stoked - through a story, a confession, maybe a confrontation. Physical contact can help too - a warm embrace, a kiss, or more. Whatever it is, as long as it's something real and vulnerable, it can restore the warmth and the life back into a body.

But until then… the smoke keeps rising, and the cold will spread until it's eaten up its victim inside.



» » » TLDR


So, what's happening?
WITH THIS RING
- Orientation includes a ring-making workshop for Dominant and Submissive pairs where one character makes a ring for the other.
- At the end of the workshop, characters put the ring they made on their partner.
- Characters can design their own rings: standard rings for fingers, O-rings for collars, or cock rings.
- Characters may choose their own designs for the rings. Designs include letters, numbers, and simple symbols like hearts, suns, moons, or spirals.
- Ring designs have an effect on the wearer when they put the ring on.
    - Letters result in a kink that starts with the same letter. It can be any letter stamped onto the ring.
    - Numbers result in intense horniness, visualizing fucking others for the number of hours equivalent to the glowing digit.
    - Hearts results in the wearer hearing their partner’s thoughts and heart’s desires for about a day.
    - Suns and moons result in the urge to do some outdoor exhibitionism either broad daylight (sun) or in the nighttime (moon.)
    - Spirals appear to have no current effect.
- Ring effects can happen only once, or any time the ring is worn.

SWEET AND TART
- There is an autumn-themed market in Fiddler's Square. It sells baked goods, warm drinks, handmade trinkets, soaps, and clothing for the season.
- If Dominants and Submissives come together as a pair, they get four coupons to exchange at various stalls.
- Temptation Acres, a small apple orchard, is selling aphro-spiked cider, apple baked goods, their signature apple pie, and candied apples.
- Characters can make their own candied apples. The toppings can have their own effects:
    - Caramel & Nuts: non-penetrative sex, including: intercrural, frottage, or cockwarming
    - Sugary Red Syrup: Getting messy or sticky (with a bit of spit, blood play, or cum marking)
    - Chocolate: vanilla, god-fearing, virginal sex.
- There's also a pie-eating contest for a year's worth of apple pies. Contestants must tie their hands behind their backs and try to finish a whole suspicious-looking pie (NSFW) that has aphro, then get someone off with just their mouth.

SMOKE AND SILENCE
- Characters are overcome by a feeling of missing someone or something
- The feeling is similar to a growing internal emptiness, like being eaten up from the inside
- It manifests in smoke coming from their mouth the more that they ignore the feeling
- The longer the feeling is ignored, the stronger the smoke smells of wax, burning flowers, and camphor.
- The feeling is relieved when they make a connection with someone else: either through conversation, confession, confrontation, or physical contact like a warm embrace, kiss, or more.



» » » MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character prefers apple picking, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers pumpkin carving, 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. Top level comments are for new or returning characters only.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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Moxxie Knolastname | Helluva Boss | Dominant

[personal profile] satansplainenglish 2025-09-11 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[CW: Moxxie is very opposed to the idea of cheating on his absent wife, so all smutty scenes will have an element of dubcon.]

» » » ALL ABOARD

One of the fresh, new faces on board is a little red fellow - maybe three and a half feet tall at most - with white hair, swept-back horns, cloven hooves, and a spade-tipped tail. He's dressed in a black tailcoat with a jaunty red bowtie and some kind of black stirrup pant designed to work with his hooves.

As dapper as he is, he doesn't seem nearly as emotionally put together. He's jumpy, fidgeting in his seat as if he expects to be thrown out of it at any time, despite the plain black cuffs on his wrists. Eventually, inevitably, his twitchiness has him bumping into someone seated next to him, or someone standing in the aisle near him.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

« « « WITH THIS RING

Moxxie arrives at Orientation, late, when a pair of guards hauls him in, holding him by the scruff like a cat, and plop him down next to a sub who's unlucky enough to not already be paired off.

"Getoffme!" He flaps at the guards ineffectively as they leave him, and only then does he seem to realize what's going on around him.

"Wait... what is all this? No. Oh, no. Not doing this, no way." Just because he and Millie don't wear rings doesn't mean he doesn't know what they symbolize.

» » » SWEET AND TART

Now the fall market? That's much more Moxxie's speed. He's bundled up in a scarf, trapper hat with holes cut for his horns, and a long jacket that would really be a normal-sized jacket on anyone else. The tip of his tail is wrapped in a second scarf, since he hasn't been able to find tailwarmers. It'd be a bit overkill for most people, but he's not used to living somewhere that gets at all chilly.

He flits from stall to stall, perusing the handmade goods and fresh produce with glee, eagerly peppering the stall owners with questions. The only thing stopping him from bringing home half the market is not having any real incoming cashflow at the moment, and without Millie busking doesn't feel right, either.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't yet know Duplicity well enough to be suspicious of any side effects that might come from food, drink, or various other products on offer (though the pies make him blush), so he might be found with a hand-dipped caramel or candied apple, totally unprepared for what's to come as he chows down, blissfully unaware.

« « « SMOKE AND SILENCE

The thing is, Moxxie is already hollowed out by loss and loneliness. By the time the shock wears off and reality sets in, it's already the longest he's been away from Millie since they met, let alone since they got married. He can't sleep. Food stops tasting like much of anything. He doesn't even associate the smoke with the growing, gnawing emptiness in his gut because it's already there.

It's just getting worse, now.

He tries to put on a brave face during the day, a scarf wrapped around his mouth to hide the smoke when he needs to go outside. But the smell of burning flowers clings to him. At night, when he can't sleep in his empty, bare apartment, he goes wandering. He can be found walking, head down, hooves clicking along the empty streets. Or maybe he's huddling up on a park bench, smoke billowing up as he sobs silently into his arms.

He learned that it wasn't safe to cry loudly when he was very young.

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Enver Gortash | Baldur's Gate III | Submissive

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
ALL ABOARD

The submissive, so indicated by the collar about his neck and the subtle peek of a tattooed line underneath, moves somewhat mechanically, just aside of smooth. He is not like he was when first escorted to the Down, or even when first examined, but the threads of shock are still there. He takes his seat in an empty row and save for the odd twitch of his gaze to mark where people are in relation to him, he seems to be ignoring everyone.

It has taken him this long not just to work out his situation, but that he is alive. Even when it's instantly over, it still takes forever. He can remember that end as though it took an eternity, when you can feel your body dying, the last impulses of your brain trying to command every fiber, jump-start the organs that are no longer responding, the desperate, flagging, painful fight against oblivion – where your thoughts race to wonder if these are the last ones you are having, right now. When does thinking stop? When does I come to an end? How many more seconds? Even as a person of faith, even knowing and able to quantify the existence of a soul, this terror remains. Not even promises of rest or eternal suffering can overtake it, not in the moment when it finally arrives.

For Enver Gortash, what it managed to eclipse was something rather more than faith or even just the strong idea of an after: the shadow passing over his vision of that familiar hand, ever-present and commanding, a patch of darkness somehow stark against nothingness, closing into a fist around his inner being. After a years-long and tireless climb, his soul was at last conferred to bitter failure, and his god awaited the last beat of his heart, the command for all to stop, with passionless finality.

For those that would reach this precipice, whatever awaited them past the edge, there was always the revelation of something after. That the I did indeed go on existing for many, even when there was no longer a brain and nerves for that idea to travel by.

And that was surely what the fingers of the Black Hand waited to clench around, to punish.

But just as instantaneously as the final beat, the hand was gone.

And then his eyes were open -- he had eyes to see, ears to hear, limbs, lungs that take in air and there is memory of pain but none present. And then there were even more hands. Eyes. Voices.

By the time they had sent him on his way, through the door, and he saw what that left him with, he wondered if this wasn't Bane's idea of a punishment. The eternity of a Tyrant failed: to be the property of someone else.

Now, aboard this train, he is certain this could not be so. He would not have a body, much less his body (marked without his permission — something in him seethes at that), and Bane would not be fool enough to think this was insurmountable to Enver Gortash. Nor could he feel the presence of the Black Hand at all anymore. He had been taken away from Toril.

He had escaped.

He was alive.

That was all he needed. He had started with less before.

In his seat, he draws his cane closer to his hip and crosses his legs. For now, whatever he is wearing: He isn't going to make a target on his back by behaving as though this is beneath him, nor is he going to throw himself at anyone. It will be beneath him once he has overcome it.

The end.

WITH THIS RING

Though present, the human is smart enough to observe without touching. If anyone is not a stranger to enchanted clothing, it would be him. Of course: he's used to them being more useful. Unless cursed. And these are, just not mortally so.

Is it all needlessly lurid? Yes. But at least his arrival made it clear that would apparently be par for the course. But he isn't closely observing with amusement, more an academic curiosity.

Distanced, poised, and completely uninterested in taking part.

"Oh, no thank you." He indicates his fingers are already covered in rings. "Full up."

SWEET AND TART

Once again, a man seen casually observing, even occasionally eating, but smart enough not to take in any of the special candy coatings. So it isn't just the trinkets. Good to know. Safer to assume that objects at organized events are going to have an effect, not necessarily everything.

Everyone needs time to refract, after all.

Another gentle thanks and refusal. "I don't go in much for sweets." Though belied by the glance he takes at the chocolate in passing.

SMOKE AND SILENCE

Luckily he came with a coat when it starts to get cold. And what he missed, what he chose not to mourn back in Toril, was months gone before he ever appeared here. But in his first days, he did wonder if the Dark Urge wound up someplace like this, but there were few in terms of familiar faces as it was.

And perhaps Bhaal's grasp on the souls of his progeny and followers was simply stronger than Bane's had been.

That bit of grief he put away, because there was work to do, and now was no different, even if he was meandering some to find his direction. (This would be easier once he found a "sponsor." Tale as hold as time really.) But it gave time for thoughts to creep back. Just thoughts, fleeting. That in the end he would have told only one person that starting from the beginning, not being able to see the inner workings, made him feel rudderless. (Not afraid. Never afraid.)

But in the Down he can be observed letting go of the odd puff of air that seems to make him think it is unusually chilly, even indoors.

He hasn't even begun to smell smoke yet, with how well he compartmentalizes. But he sees it in others.

And by now, "helpful" is deemed a good thing to be seen as when no other advantages are present.

"Are you quite all right?"

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Edited 2025-09-11 12:53 (UTC)
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All Aboard

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all. Pardon me." Gentle, affable if a bit off, shaking off similar shocks. All while he takes in minute details:

No mark on his chin. No collar. Everyone new here is thrown to the fire no matter what, it seems, he tells himself. Not human, possibly infernal but he's not like any cambion or even tiefling he has ever seen.

Gortash cannot quite bring himself to smile. This is all new to him, even the conveyance (which he's almost fascinated enough by to be distracted).

"Is this seat taken?"
Edited 2025-09-11 12:57 (UTC)
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Jayce Talis | Arcane | Dominant

[personal profile] manprogressed 2025-09-11 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)

» » » All on Display/network | un:hexprogress

[ A low angle shot, as if being filmed from a device held around hip height, shows the interior of the LIEs processing and intake area. It's hard to make out anyone, including the person holding the device, though it's clear that it was turned on deliberately and this is an attempt to document this affront and those responsible. ]

No, but -- you can't just take a guy's brace! I need that! Why do you think I had it in the first place!

Sir, all materials brought into the city on your arrival must be deemed safe before they can enter with you.

This is ridiculous. There has to be someone I can talk to about this --

[ The scene shifts slightly, both because it seems the man in question was jostled, and because the feed cuts off before resuming outside. Jayce appears to have regained his clothing and put himself to rights, but is very obviously limping while still trying to film. The feed eventually cuts out entirely. ]

» » » All Aboard

Despite it all, Jayce is just trying to figure out what's going on.

There was enough time between being unceremoniously foisted out of the facility and when this train tour started that Jayce has at least put himself together a little bit more. He's trying to approach this with the same calm confidence and acumen he's always approached Hextech presentations with, even if he's roiling on the inside. Where is this even supposed to be? Is this another affect of the Arcane? Until he has a chance to sit down and study, he's not really sure what to think, so better to roll with it and take note of everything.

On the train, he stands for the most part, until it clearly becomes just a little too much for his bad leg. Even with the brace locked into place to keep his knee from collapsing, it's obviously taking a toll on him. He eventually approaches someone and, trying to smile through a grimace, just says, "Do you mind if I sit?"

» » » With This Ring

I.

"Don't talk to me, I know what I'm doing."

The constant hovering of the orienteering team is going to make Jayce go absolutely crazy. Regardless of who they've paired him off with, Jayce's focus is singular, all the tools of working on this fragile metal laid out before him and worked with with the same precision that Jayce uses with any of his metallurgy. While most of his skill is in larger metal work and forging, he did design Viktor's -- and eventually his own -- brace, and that's a lot of technical fiddliness, to make sure all the gearing and joints work the way they're supposed to.

Despite his focus, he's not obviously opposed to talking to the person they've partnered him with. Give him an inch, and he'll go a mile on talking about the technical aspects that go into this. What's he making, though? This ring, sure, but he certainly does seem to have a number of attempts set out around him...

II.
((CW: sexual compulsion, potential dubcon;
Jayce has stamped 168 into his ring, so someone PLEASE get it off him before he's unstoppably horny for a whole week.
))

On a whim, Jayce made a thumb ring with a birth year stamped on the inside of it. Maybe he has some other intentions for it at a later date, but it's just a simple accessory for now. The outside is just plain, but the inscription is a thoughtful reminder for him to know and nobody else to worry about.

Unfortunately, he either didn't get or didn't heed any warnings that such an adornment might have unexpected consequences.

It takes approximately forty-five minutes before he starts to feel it, this heady, uncontrollable attentiveness to every body he passes after leaving orientation. Out of nerves, he rotates the ring on his thumb. Maybe if he can just focus on learning about this place, on getting more notes in order ...

But the longer it's on, the more his gaze lingers, the more flushed he feels, and the harder it is to just walk passed someone. Won't somebody help a guy out?

» » » Wildcard

(( OOC: You can find Jayce poking around just about anywhere, especially in the Up, where he'll feel slightly more familiar. If you've got a question or would like a custom start, feel free to PM this account or send me a message on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] besosde or discord @ krempuffs! ))
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All Aboard

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a threatening stance. No collar. Clear physical issue. Not a threat. Acceptable buffer to prevent future bothering.

"Of course you may."

It probably doesn't come off as smooth as it would in normal circumstances. The mask isn't perfect yet; there is too much to think about, so while a smile would go a long way, Gortash can only manage to look just...unbothered. He shifts his cane to the other side to allow more room.
imprecates: (— ❖ fanart: 08)

with this ring

[personal profile] imprecates 2025-09-11 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She isn't paired up with him—who is she paired with?? who knows!!— but his rejection to the task at hand catches her eye. Kainé leans back in her seat and scoffs, fiddling with her bracelet briefly.

"They're going to make you do it one way or another," she says in a nonchalant tone. If there is one thing she has learned about this, in her eyes, 'shithole', is that they always get what they want in the end.
closeyourfist: (speaking sense)

Re: with this ring

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Someone else can," he returns smoothly.

Though now he is wondering how he can turn that. Tell them it's just their style. Then observe.
satansplainenglish: (Unsure)

Re: All Aboard

[personal profile] satansplainenglish 2025-09-11 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"No? I- I mean, I don't think so?" Moxxie's almost more freaked out by the deference he's getting from people - well, mostly from native submissives - than anything else. He's an imp. Not even a particularly big or intimidating-looking imp. He's still expecting someone to bodily throw him out of his own seat at any moment.
imprecates: (— ❖ replicant: 19)

[personal profile] imprecates 2025-09-11 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of silence from Kainé as she looks him over before glancing away, unbothered. "You someone that's gonna tell 'em to go fuck themselves over the monthly quotas?"
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smoke and silence

[personal profile] sanguiette 2025-09-11 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He isn't the only one who wonders around at night. Saya might have a submissive living with her now, but she likes to give the girl a lot of space because, well, their relationship is rather rocky. It isn't like she minds going on walks at night—it's almost freeing to do so.

But, Saya didn't expect to hear muffled sobs from a nearby park bench. The smoke makes her curious, but she is more concerned over what they might be upset about. She approaches and presses her hands together. "...Do you need help?" because asking if he is okay would be a dumb question.
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Re: All Aboard

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Gortash would have scoffed at anyone suggesting he was deferring to anything but careful courtesy at the moment. But he sits just the same. Better to find a place than fight with other people about it (or interact more with their "handlers"). But having something to focus on is more centering, so for now small talk doesn't feel out of the question.

He does find himself looking outside and around now.

There are tracks in Baldur's Gate for mining sometimes, small freight in shipyards around the docks. The idea of doing mass conveyance and the amount of infrastructure that would require would be out of the question in the immediate future, even at peak peacetime.

...But that's not important right now.

"...I suspect you had much the same reception as the rest of us."
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He considers the question a moment. The consequences of such were not on his list of things to test. Certainly not himself. "Only if 'not interested' is too complicated for them; this tattoo doesn't communicate a lack of standards."
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[personal profile] imprecates 2025-09-11 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Kainé chuckles to herself as her fingers run over her bracelet. "'Not interested' is certainly too complicated for them. If it's not quota, it's that dumb fuckin' center that they put people in," she warns. Thankfully, she has yet to experience it personally herself.
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Even with the colorful additions, he follows well enough. "It might just be sex but that doesn't mean it need be mediocre." He examines his nails. "And I do my best work sober."
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[personal profile] imprecates 2025-09-11 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She raises a brow. "...You're going to be in for an interesting time in that case. But, should be fine if you're doing what they tell you to do." Her eyes flicker over him to get a proper look at his appearance. "Someone with status? Or had it."
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with this ring II

[personal profile] hexarch 2025-09-11 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Even if it wasn't required of him, Viktor would come to orientation for the simple reason that he wants to keep an eye out for anyone from Piltover. The thought of Jayce or Sky showing up with no clue what they were walking into is one that has Viktor's stomach twisting into knots. He's running late today, caught up in work on the telescope he's been making for Amelia that he knows he's missed the first half of things. When Viktor walks in he looks around and doesn't immediately notice Jayce.

After all, this isn't the version of Jayce he remembers. A passing glance almost has Viktor dismissing him as someone else entirely until he looks again and nearly trips over his own feet.

"Jayce?"

Viktor's voice is incredulous as he takes a step closer. He looks like a different man, someone who's lived a different life than the one they've shared for the past seven years. Has time marched on without him since he's been dragged into this place?
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network; voice; un: witching

[personal profile] deinoswitch 2025-09-11 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[wow Duplicity, really? Denying someone a medical device???]

What sort of brace is it? I might be able to bring you something you can use until they give you yours back.
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He stands over six feet in height, and his dark hair is cut short but thick and artfully messy. His features are rounded but handsome but his age still shows, as does a scar or two. "If you live long enough, you can be many things if you use your time well." His brow mirrors hers.

Not a denial. But honest, in its way.
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All Aboard

[personal profile] deinoswitch 2025-09-11 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Gortash has had more experience with gods than most mortals, even within a realm where they're reasonably common, the type to interfere in the lives of those they find powerful or interesting. He has felt Bane's presence, at least, likely had some feel of Myrkul and Bhaal's if only through his 'allies,' is aware of the kind of presence a god takes up in a space.

Which means he can probably tell when he's facing one.

Dionysus is seated across the way from him, decked in his witching clothes- a black himation and a black veil over his face, obscuring his features and making it impossible to tell where he's looking. There are reddish-brown tattoos that snake up his arms, disappearing under the veil as they swirl up his neck and trailing down to similarly colored bands of flesh on his fingers. No one else seems to notice him; in fact, a lot of them seem to act like he's not there.

"Have you just arrived?" His voice is low but unexpectedly soft, still managing to cut through the ambient noise of the train, and it's warm in the same way dying embers are.
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Re: All Aboard

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Experience enough with gods, but as Bane's Chosen he was always just present within him. Enough that his absence and the awareness of just how much space he was taking up in his mind feels cold and uncontrolled.

But the wider net is that he has experience with many otherwordly beings, enough to know to tread carefully when the air feels odd.

The question, on its face, is not confusing, but the tone makes him doubt his answer even as he is saying it.

"Has everyone not?"

He glances around. The train as a conveyance for people is still new to him.
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[personal profile] deinoswitch 2025-09-11 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Dee chuckles softly, shaking his head with the sway of his veil making the motion all the clearer. "No," he says gently, "The train travels between various points in the Up and the Down, so people often take it if they need to move between one or the other." There's the elevator too, he supposes, but he likes this better. Partially for occasions like this.

For his part, he can sort of tell that Something is up with Gortash- despite no longer having the Black Hand, he's still what would be considered god-touched, even if the absence of it makes that a little less clear to him. And he certainly can't tell specifics of what god or what kind, even if it was within the realm of gods he knew. It's enough to have him curious all the same; though really he doesn't need the excuse to talk to people.
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"That makes sense." And feels less like they are being transported like supplies, but he does not say that part out loud. "Harder to determine how many were brought here then. How often does this happen?"

He's working it out in his head still. Not a singular occurrence. But why? Are they replenishing after many deaths?

He hates seeing only part of a machine working. It will be more correct and he will be satisfied when he has rooted out the rest of it.
henchweasel: KRAKOA (windswept)

smoke and silence

[personal profile] henchweasel 2025-09-11 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Fabian regards the helpful stranger with a suspicious glower, the intended ferocity of which is totally undermined by the fact that he's damn near shivering from the chill in his heart.

"I'm fine," he insists with a haughty sniff. Even in his secondhand clothes, bundled up in a sweater and hoodie that do absolutely nothing for him, Fabian has the bearing of some blue blooded nobility-- or at least he's trying to maintain that, looking his nose down on others the way he does-- but he's clearly fallen on hard times here.

"Obviously, I'm fine. Perfectly... peachy, in spite of the miserable weather."

He reeks of smoke and burnt flowers. Ugh, it's utterly revolting.
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smoke and silence

[personal profile] closeyourfist 2025-09-11 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe being a chosen of the Dead Three makes that smell more familiar than unusual. The Dark Urge carried a similar scent sometimes, with the mix of something more untoward. Rituals in the dark before a visit above-ground to talk business. It's everyone lately, he notices, and it's distracting.

He recognizes the body language and it straightens his posture some. He plants both hands on the head of his cane, balancing himself.

Keep it conversational. "You'd think it would be a little warmer down here, less wind, but that is hardly ever the case no matter how far under you are."

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