TDM #4 ( revised )

[duplicitymods]

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« « « HERE WE ARE AGAIN

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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. You’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. Oh, and one more thing. It's fucking cold. Better bundle up.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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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.

« « « END IN THE DISCORD

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While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either.

» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER

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Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments. To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. All characters who have blue eyes or one blue eye and another color are Submissives. All characters who have brown eyes or one brown eye and another color are Dominants. Characters with any other color eyes are Dominants. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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zaveid / tales of zestiria (w/ berseria backstory) / dominant

[hurricanes]

Arrival
[ Zaveid's always been comfortable in his own skin—heck, he shows off his chest without a care in the world (and maybe because Theodora told him that he doesn't have to button up). But being stripped down and examined by a bunch of strangers is well... not exactly a walk in the park, you know? At least they put him in a... well, it's pretty flimsy for a robe, but he'll take it? It's breezy.

(He's also pretty sure that it's cold as fuck but he isn't human—just human-shaped—so it's not really a bother.)

He almost wanted to ask about Siegfried until he remembered that he doesn't have the gun anymore.

But what's even more fascinating is the fact that not only those people were able to touch him, they could see him. Which, you know, for a Seraphim who's a thousand years old and counting, is very, very surprising (in fact, he hasn't been seen by regular people since... well, the Advent, but nobody remembers the Advent or the Opening anymore).

He gets shoved into a metallic??? Carriage?? A metallic horseless carriage?? Humans sure have advanced. Tenacious buggers. And is sent to his apartment where he is super out of his element.

And still in the flimsy dress...robe...thing. He's got time before that orientation starts, so he's probably gonna go out, look for something, uh, decent to wear. (He can't wear whatever he has on in an orientation! What if he ends up flashing some poor schmuck with legit resonance to perceive him!)

(Also the stuff he found in the apartment wasn't his style. He needs boots, some tight pants, and a pendulum.)

So if you're around UP, there's a man in the designated hospital? Robe? With long silver hair with green tips. He looks generally unbothered by the cold.

Like, unnaturally unbothered. ]

Wildcard
[ Er, hit me up with anything! Y'all can PM me through this journal if you wanna discuss things o/ ]

unbelievable

[hoasen]

[I don't know she's just looking at him like he's highly suspicious. Maybe because he looks fine in the cold while still wearing paper. Like who does that? (Not her).]

[dragoncarving]

[Let's say they're fellow newbies.

So, Ookurikara found himself in this weird situation and now he can finally start exploring and get his bearings. Even if he's in this stupid paper thing.

And now he's staring at this other guy. Who doesn't seem bothered by the cold?

As much as he doesn't want to care, he kinda maybe does?

... Only because he's curious, not because he's tiny bit worried!]

in the Up

[stormhowlin]

[ Don't ask why Rokurou's seemingly aimlessly riding the elevator. Just. Don't. With the way he's leaned against the railing of the back wall, he'd say he's holding the thing together; but given the day and time, he could be any varying degree of drunk already.

...Actually, that explains quite a bit here. Bottle obscuring his vision as he takes a swig, he doesn't see who boards the cab any more than he offers to help them select a floor. (Which, usually one of those things happens, right? Right.)

Instead, it's not until he's finished with that mouthful of sake that he sees a figure in front of him, back turned to him. He's in some kind of... crappy yukata, maybe? If that's the case, he's got it on backwards. ]

You realize the opening's supposed to go in the front, right?

[ He comments idly, but seconds later, more pieces start to fall into place here. This man, (presumably a man, given the shape of him), has a skin tone more akin to his own tan shade, and hair that ends in green tips. Huh. Okay, so he's seen some pretty fascinating hairstyles in this place thus far, but the gradient hair, specifically, is definitely a malakhim thing, isn't it?

Tan skin + green gradient hair = . . . ]

Wait a sec-- [ he's up off the rail, leaned forward at the waist ] --Zaveid?!

[ Congratulations, Rokurou -- Duplicity is now the host of a full goddamn squad reunion, complete with contracts, under the penalty of sex jail. Buckle up. ]

spray bottles him like a naughty kitten

[genrouzan]

[ ...

I mean.

There's something you don't see everyday. ]

You planning on starting a new trend or something?

[ Please no. ]

[handle]

[ Luckily, Sorey has been able to form a contract rather quickly with a Dominant, otherwise he wouldn't be able to travel around in the Up as he is. He tries to go out fairly often in order to take a trip to the library to collect as many books with information on this world as he can.

When he catches Zaveid in the corner of his eye, he does a double take. He's been trying to keep an eye out for anyone from home, but... it almost feels like he's dreaming when he actually spots someone familiar.

In all honesty, as much as he missed everyone, he was dreading the idea of people he cared about being here. This isn't exactly the most ideal world to be in.

He's... not all that surprised to see Zaveid wandering around in that robe. Maybe he just arrived here?? Either way, he looks comfortable. ]

--Zaveid?

Arrival

[beautifulviper]

[It was the hair that caught his attention. How often was it that you saw someone not hunched and wrinkled with such long silver hair? With green tips? How did the man do that? Why did he do that? And why was he wandering around in that paper robe . . . thing? The man was a Dominant. He must have access to something better than that!

Laurent let his steps drift towards the man, too curious to just ignore him.]


Are you lost?

wildcard

[schwarzen]

[ They run into each other as Zaveid is attempting to rebuild a wardrobe. Siegfried knows he cannot buy anything without Percival's presence, but he also knows that Percival wants him to expand his wardrobe.

Anyway they're both reaching for the same garment, and said garment is a bad and hideous idea, but I leave it to you to decide what monstrosity of a fashion choice they're curious about. ]

My apologies. This garment caught my eye, but I believe you reached for it first. [ So it's fair he try it on first if he wants. ]

Tenya Iida | My Hero Academia | Dominant

[enginium]

» Lies Travel in Company

[He's far to restless to sit and stay still, so despite his assigned seat, Tenya is found pacing back and forth through the train while it isn't moving. He's gone from standing near a window to standing near the door, to hovering by his seat and frowning in a way that could probably burn holes in the bag of... supplies, he's gotten from orientation. Nothing about this feels right or proper, and he has significantly more important things to worry about. It's... convenient, in a highly unnerving way, that he'd woken up with neither his arm nor his leg in the state of horribly broken they'd been in before, but maybe he'd been unconscious longer than he realized. Recovery Girl's quirk only took time and stamina to work wonders, and it was more comfortable to assume that as the cause than allowing whatever sciences had brought him here to be responsible.]

[He's taken off his glasses and is pinching at the bridge of his nose when he notices someone has taken a seat nearby where he is meant to, and he startles, hurriedly placing his glasses back on his face.]

I suppose I would inquire as to your knowledge of what on Earth is going on, but the likelihood that you are just as lost as I am seems reasonably high. Would you mind if I took a seat...? [Iida you were literally assigned to sit there.]

« End in the Discord

[He considered himself fortunate to have been designated a Dominant, the world's apparent Upper Class. It meant he was provided for, and seemingly would be until he was in a position to support himself, which also seemed like a much easier feat when you were graced with the role of Dominant. But the way people seemed to expect things of him, in a much different way than what he was accustomed to being a student of a prestigious school for heroes didn't sit right with him at all. Nevermind that the way that those designated as Submissives were treated was downright inhumane...]

[It took him several days to seek Autonomy, because he understood well enough what the implications of a night club were, and especially one in a place like this. But he was going crazy being treated like he'd done something grand to be where he was, like he was special just for not having a line etched into his throat. Autonomy held a promise to treat everyone as equals, or as close to it in a society so starkly divided, and it was that promise that had him choosing the third door and making his way into the club. He makes a very specific point of providing a donation as he enters, because the solace is likely much greater for someone less fortunate, but beyond that he's mostly just keeping to himself and doing a lot of wallflowering.]

[...well, as much wallflowering as a nearly six foot tall teenager can, at least.]

» Around the Down

[He makes frequent visits to the Down, and tries not to seem like he's looking down on anyone when he does. He doesn't like the idea of forming a contract with a Submissive, even if it's been made clear he must, at some point within the next three months, but that doesn't change that it doesn't sit right with him to see people forced into poverty by an inexplicable designation. He frequently brings with him small amounts of money-- he's no fool, and he knows handing out large sums would both get him a lot of unwanted scrutiny and liable to be mugged, but he wants to ensure that those that seem to be struggling the most can at least get a good meal.]

[Should you happen to be a Submissive either willing to approach him or looking particularly strained, you may have a bespectacled young man in your midst.]

Excuse me, may I have a moment?

« Around the Up

[Tenya was no stranger to a decent lifestyle, coming from a renowned family of heroes. He had never really wanted for anything, growing up, and that he'd wound up a Dominant bothered him if only because he was already aware of the comforts this lifestyle provided. It certainly made him far more aware of his status than he had been previously, in a way that made it seem like a blinking neon sign above his head. He never had liked talking about coming from a wealthy family, after all.]

[Still, some habits die hard, and fairly immediately upon realizing there was little to nothing he could do to leave or change anything about the existing situation he had fallen back on something tried and true-- research. So the day would find him sitting, outside despite the cold, a stack of books of varying titles to his left with one open in front of him, a notepad under his right hand with a pen dotting inkblots along about a half a page of notes.]

[What is he reading? Well, it could be anything... Why don't you come ask?]

End in the Discord

[immortalmarshal]

[Cor's slowly making his way thru the crowd himself, having slipped a few gil to those requesting donations. He's not sure what the exchange rate might be, if at all, but he hopes that it's enough to help. Still, this setting isn't foreign to him, even if it's been some time since he had to step into this kind of place.

The very tall wallflower, though, does catch his attention, and he meanders his way over there with a vaguely concerned look on his face.]

...aren't you a bit young to be here?

[Unless the age of adulthood is lower in this city than what Cor is used to.]

Around the Down

[justicedevil]

[ Videl knew that she didn't need to be hanging around the Down for any reason, but at the same time, she figures she should probably pop down here once in a while. Remind herself what it's actually like here and make sure that she doesn't get too complacent with her privileged existence in the Up.

She's still a crime fighter by nature as well, and well, most of the crime was in the Down. Not that she really did much crime fighting since coming here, for the most part only interfering if she saw something really egregious. She couldn't exactly blame people from trying to steal from shops when the government here made it illegal for them to buy anything.

And speaking of buying things, Videl watches as another dominant gives a submissive money and shakes her head. She knows this guy's heart is in the right place, but...]

I know you're just trying to do what you can, but giving them money isn't going to help. No one running the shops here are going to let them buy anything without a Dominant with them.

Mu Alexius | Magi + CRAU | Dominant

[bardromh]

(( So Mu is an import from havenrpg, he's been there for over two years and has gone through some changes, both physical and psychological. Appearance-wise only some of his icons fit, he has thick red metallic-ish dragon-like scales and scars visible, and he has also lost a fair amount of weight and cut his hair. Ex here. I also don't have a lot of icons available at the moment, so there won't be much variety in expressions. ))

after arrival
[ So being examined wasn't particularly easy. Mu has a Thing about people in medical robes, these days. At least he's familiar with cars to a certain degree, even if limos are new.

He instantly goes exploring, having nabbed a curtain to drape around himself like an improvized toga so he doesn't have to wear the fragile paper clothing. He's used to improvizing by now; Haven was not rich on clothing. It doesn't change the fact that he probably looks a bit ridiculous, since the curtain wasn't a plain, solidly dyed thing.

He's tense and unsettled- this is not what he expected to happen though he figures this has to be a new experiment- and he is constantly expecting something bad to happen. ]

autonomy
[ People being segregated like this is slightly annoying. Not living crammed into a small room with several more people at one time is unsettling at the moment. Particularly when one of them had been a loud one.

So he purposefully seeks out loud places, though he's still unsettled by some loud noises as long as it's not the sound of gunfire (or simulated sounds of it) then he should be fine.

That he doesn't parttake in either food or drink might be noticed, but he's here to meet people, not to satisfy the constant hunger Haven has instilled in him. That's why he's signed up for the lottery (though the phone seems so fragile, nothing at all what he's used to- he may be slightly late because he doesn't want to risk breaking the damn thing). ]

Apologies, I don't really know how to, work this thing yet..

table it
[ While Mu is no stranger to physical intimacy (or at least he wasn't), or kinks for that matter, he doesn't really know what to think of this whole...thing. Just randomly trying out this thing that were just demonstrated seems odd. Partly because it seems so uncomfortable to be on the receiving end (though he realizes that he wouldn't be, at least not here) and because it would require a lot of trust. Doing this with complete strangers... This is mild in comparison to some things, of course, but nonetheless..

And doing it in an open setting- but also doing it where no one could interfere- makes him uncomfortable. He's been in Haven for too long, he knows he's influenced by everything that has happened there and that he might have had an easier time adapting to this place had he come directly from Reim.

Mu can be found watching, fiddling with a frayed hem of his improvized toga, wondering if he should just leave or if he was meant to stay around until everyone else left. (He's also not convinced that this is not an experiment, and that something won't go terribly wrong the moment that he relaxes. Nothing has happened yet but that is no guarantee.) ]

wildcard
[ that "create your own adventure" option ]

autonomy

[advisors]

( Ja'far had entered the lottery simply to make more connections in this city - something both Sinbad and Aspen had been pushing him to do. He too often would simply focus on work, especially back home, and the two seemed intent on breaking him of that habit here. So, when Autonomy surfaces, they shove him towards it, dragging him over to enter the lottery without listening to any of his protests.

So, he sits, waiting for the one he was paired up with - a Mu Alexius? Wasn't there a Mu Alexius back home, one who worked under Scheherazade? Others had come here, so maybe...

But the man who appears doesn't look like the Mu he remembers meeting briefly after Magnostadt - at least, not at first. This one seems drawn, changed, and very tired. It was like night and day. And those scales... What happened to him? )

I... have we met?

Kain Highwind Final Fantasy IV/Dissidia 012 | Submissive

[dragonsgrasp]

Lies Travel In Company

I'm not supposed to be here… Surely this transporter can return me to where I came from.

[Kain says this to no one in particular in a low, annoyed tone. With his arms folded, he's watching the scenery pass by outside as they're brought around on that little tour of this world. The more he sees, the less he wants to be here. This society's ways are… pretty uncomfortable for him, to say the least. The sooner he can figure out how to leave, the better.]

[He shifts around a bit, trying and failing to hide the obvious mark that he's ended up with. There must be a way to leave this place, there must be. Maybe if he just stays on this train indefinitely, he'll end up somewhere else.]

Table It For Later

[Kain watches the meeting unfold with a great deal of uncertainty. He still doesn't feel as if he truly belongs here. After all, he already has someone he has feelings for, even if those feelings can't be returned. It's also just strange to him how open this world is about sexuality. As someone very private about such urges, he's not used to seeing it all on display like this.]

[Then there's the role that he's been assigned. A submissive. Why did they give him such a role? Is there a good reason for it, is there something… something they've seen in him? Do they know all about what he'd done, what had been done to him? Does this mean something? After watching the demonstration and having a pamphlet shoved in his hands, he feels even more awkward, reddening as he flips through it. The pamphlet is all about being a submissive, of course, depicting images of submissives tied up, handcuffed, and in other various compromising positions, giving hints and tips for how to be the best sub possible.]

[No, it can't be for him, this can't. There's just no way. Of course, there is some part deep down that's curious, the part of him who's always wanted someone else to take control… though he definitely will have a hard time admitting it.]

I don't think I was meant for this…

Table

[godofthemachine]

[AM himself does have a contract, so he has no need to attend this conference. However, he had recently kicked his submissive out after a rather humiliating experience - which for right now he blames mostly on her. So for all intents and purposes at this time, he is unattached. Besides, these workshops are one of the best forms of entertainment for him, especially when the newer residents show up. He loves to see the variety of reactions - the uncomfortable squirming, the confusion, and occasionally the glee.

The one he's randomly paired up with is not someone he has seen before. A very handsome young man - a submissive who seems like a fish out of water. Poor, pathetic soul.]

You're new, aren't you?

[He smiles, though it's obvious that there is great amusement in his gaze as he folds his arms.]

table

[omnicrafter]

[The first thing she notices, more than his height, the hair flowing out behind him, or anything else about him, is the mesail on his helmet.

More specifically, the styling of it, because she'll be damned if that isn't a dragoon's helmet. At first glance, she thinks he could be from Ishgard, but it occurs to her very quickly that he's not quite tall enough to be an elezen... yet he's awfully tall for a hyur, in that case.

For her part, Irhya is an entire fulm shorter than him, which is nothing new for her, but it makes getting his attention a bit annoying when his eye level goes far over her head. So the obvious solution is to say something earmarked for him, that he'll almost certainly understand if she's right about this.]

I'd recognize those draconian features anywhere. It's just a pity the spines on a dragoon's armor don't necessarily disappear when it comes off.

[An inward jab at a certain friend; she can't help but smile a little at herself for it.]

I would like to see your face, however, if you don't mind. There's something I'm curious about...

GRAY — original — dominant.

[toil]

LIES TRAVEL.

[ he catches himself staring at his reflection in the train window more than the blur of surroundings that pass, searching for the ghost of a mark on his throat that he's certain should be there. royalty or not, for over half his life gray has been shackled to servitude, and entering this city to find himself suddenly back on the other side of the tracks has left him swimming in a nearly nauseating sensation of vertigo. his grip on anything tangible feels little more than a shimmer, a trick of the light, and he moves his hand from the hollow of his collarbone to the pane of glass — half expecting it to fall through and feel the wind rushing by outside the train; perhaps he'd be sucked outside and lost.

perhaps it's all a dream.
nightmare.

he'd be nearly content to chalk it up to that and close his eyes, shut out the loss of inertia, save for one thing: he can feel the throb of witches here. of one witch here. it whispered to him to climb down from his strange perch in the Up, it called him to the train station, it pulled him with beckoning, insistent arms to a particular train going south? southeast? did cardinal directions exist here?

and it pushes him out of his seat at a stop near the mass elevator system; nearly tripping over himself and an older gentleman with a cat... girl... catgirl... in his lap one seat ahead and across the aisle. this place. he grouses more than apologizes before scuffing his way off the train and staunchly making his way toward the Down. it's with a sharply inhaled breath that he takes the descent, overwhelmed by the anxious energy manifesting from the company crowded in all around him. it's bad here, he can tell, and something's happened recently — something's worse. people are frightened.

gray all too eagerly pushes his way out of the transit lift and into the dingy, tattered excuse for a market square, scanning makeshift booths and storefronts that look like they don't stay open in one place for more than one or two days at a time. people travel quickly, heads down, many with scarves around their necks despite clearly being in the realm for the Submissives.

he can't just meander aimlessly while no one makes eye contact with him, he has to be efficient, so he reaches out for the elbow of the nearest passerby, unable to see their face, attempting to school his expression into one of simple curiosity, ]

Beg pardon, but have you seen any fortune telling shops around here I might be able to try? Something of the sort? I'm interested in witchcraft.

DISCORD.

[ something about this place tells gray it isn't run by the sinister masterminds of the city.
a donation goes into the box with very little conflict of mind as he enters the establishment.

it isn't that he purposely dresses to be undressed, but the curves and angles of gray's body are simply... well, interesting to ponder for some, perhaps, under black trousers, a well tailored black blazer and a grey v-neck t-shirt. it's chilly outdoors, but he finds these are enough layers once inside a particularly bustling, dimly lit nightclub, nearly humid with body heat from dancing and close whispers and all manner of intimacy taking shape in various nooks and corners of the nebulously shaped premises.

what he really needs is alcohol. whiskey. an entire bottle of bourbon would do, at this rate.
the fae court was lavish and wanton and hedonistic in its own way, but this...

...gray could see the strange twist this put on the faces around him. like film developed, and then distorted. haunting omens.

the bourbon burns going down, grounding him, and he wonders if it isn't useless to fight, if he isn't already distorted. cursed long before the coven got hold of him. gray, the exquisite. gray, the prince, the slave. gray, the heartless.

he enters the lottery. why not?
the heartless have nothing to lose. ]

NETWORK. (text — un: gray)

name: gray
handle: gray
photo ID: photo

hello. i need to report a crime.
someone broke into my flat and did my laundry. gave me a complete fucking turndown service as well.

i've been doing my own laundry for about a millennium. i don't know how to not do my own laundry. this is a miscarriage of... cleaning. who has tidied up without my consent i must know immediately.

[ a born dom who's been a sub for a thousand years who doesn't know how to be a dom anymore HELP JESUS CHRIST. ]

WILDCARD.

[ i'm down for just about anything, homies, so hit me up with any prompt, or PM me if you have q's! ♥ ]

text; un: june

[ecchymosis]

how exactly is this a fucking problem???

discord what up homie

[saints]

[ it's unexpected - the randomized person popping up on his phone, he was hoping for a stranger. tristan came here to have a good time and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now. attacked because the face is familiar, the name is familiar, in fact it sets a little pit of guilt in his stomach because the magic coursing through him almost definitely feels a little crusty. but it also lends him a surge of excitement. someone else familiar, someone who knows their world inside out just like he does.

tristan had been bundled up rather neatly before entering autonomy, but after shedding coat and scarf, he's unafraid to bare tattoos - both his and the city's. sure, there's fear up top, but this? well fuck it all here. he's a lithe thing in black with a shirt whose neck dips low enough to bare breastbone and the thin purple line that marks its way up his throat and bobs with the dip of his adam's apple.

he walks towards the place where gray is seated, heels sparking faintly on the floor as he takes the chair with one tattooed hand and twirls it around without consequence, seating himself backwards in it. he drapes his arms over it, resting chin on them with a faint smile as he sets his communicator down. ]

Uh... hey.

[ smooth as fuck, thy name is tristan clark. ]

This doesn't really seem like your scene, Gray.

NETWORK — text • un: eggsynjb

[muggsy]

yeah mate it's a fucking travesty
how long do u think it'll take u to recover
fortnight?

actually, may as well take a month

Lies

[mordacita]

[ Rafa turns at the touch, and the scent hits him at once.

Strong, potent faerie magic. The old kind, the kind attached to their leaders. Morgana has this scent. The last time he caught it was in battle with her, and he'd fought through so many of them to reach her, missing her by inches. He hasn't smelled it since then. Since he's been here, he hasn't encountered a single faerie, and yet his reaction is as though he'd come straight from the front lines.

He pulls his arm away, regardless of the fact that there's no mark down the stranger's neck, regardless of the fact that he's being polite. He bears lengthened fangs, his shoulders setting in defence. He absolutely expects to be attacked. ]

I imagine you are. If you think I will let you take any against their will, you are wrong.

[ Of course, this is dangerous. There's a black stripe down Rafa's neck, yet he's facing off with a Dominant. He hasn't done that once, and even in the Down, it's going to cause stares. ]

Lurine Hollister | Submissive | Agent of Hel | OTA

[thelamia]

I. Traveling

[The arrival had been surprising unto itself. That was fun for Lurine. It had been a very long time since she'd actually been surprised. She found the designation of Submissive amusing. Lurine had long since stopped caring about the roles or boxes society tried to put her in. She'd do exactly as she pleased and nothing less.

She boards the train, taking a seat, and elegantly crossing her ankles. Despite all the hustle and bustle the day has presented, she still seems to be radiating nothing but a calm sort of amusement. She takes in the sights with mild interest.

Then she turns to her companion in the seat next to her.]

Tell me, how are you taking all this in?

II. Autonomy

Now this is definitely Lurine's scene. A nightclub has always been a social gathering she's enjoyed. She's in the dress and high heels she'd arrived in, a slinky number that looks like she was poured right into it. She's got a drink in her hand and a look on her face like a huntress on the prowl.

She puts her name in the lottery, but whether or not she gets paired with anyone, she'll be making the rounds regardless. Despite the designation, Lurine has a very dominant personality, and won't hesitate to immediately approach anyone she finds remotely attractive. She's bold enough just to sit right down in someone's lap or kiss someone on the cheek or back of the neck to get their attention.

Once she has it, she'll open up with something like, "Up for a bit of fun?"

III. Beach

[Anyone who happens to be near the beach in the middle of the night is due for quite the sight. Lurine's out and about in her monstrous form, which means she's still human-looking down to her hips, and then the rest of her is gods-only-know how many tons and feet of serpent-like sea monster. She only does this at night since some human beings (sensitive babies) tend to freak out over the lamia in full form in the middle of the day. She'd very much prefer to keep the torches and pitchforks crowd to a minimum, thank you very much.

She's cavorting and splashing in and out of the waves, coils writhing and thrashing as she moves about. It's clear she's having a very good time. The sight is somewhere between magnificent, awe-inspiring, and outright terrifying, for she is much like the Greek gods of legend that she'd personally known way back when.

Be careful if you're there at sunrise: she'll be singing to greet the sun because she thinks no one is around. It sounds beautiful...to a deadly degree. Anyone without magic protection will be charmed into wanting to be with her no matter what. Hopefully your character knows how to swim, cause right now water isn't as important as focusing on Lurine.]

IV. Network Post

[There is a very attractive blonde on the network, vaguely somewhere in mid to late twenties with the put-together hair and makeup of a flawless movie star. There's a smirk that hovers around her lips that seems to say she's already sizing all of you up.]

Since it appears I am here for the foreseeable future, I thought I should introduce myself. My name is Lurine Hollister.

[She was a B movie star not too long ago before she got bored of it.]

If any of you have seen my movies, congratulations. If any of you have not, congratulations to you also.

[They honestly weren't that good.]

Seeing as how I hate getting dreadfully bored more than any other thing, perhaps one of you could entertain me. Or vice versa, I'm not picky. [She pauses a moment.] Apropos of nothing, how many of you have heard of a lamia before?

III

[mesmerizing]

[For Armand, being not human himself, it's been an interesting time of it in this world to meet others who aren't human as well. Armand doesn't freak out so much though a spike of panic does come from him because dealing with anybody who isn't human is a new experience that he wants to know how to handle.

Yet it definitely is awe-inspiring some ways and he watches on from the beach. He'll have to leave before sunrise, being a vampire and all, but he wants to figure out exactly what she is and how she ties in with this world.]

lucy wells | harlots | submissive and hating it

[mincemeat]

HERE WE ARE AGAIN
[ It's cool, riding public transpo in a hospital gown is exactly how Lucy wanted to spend her day. She's shaking with the indignity of having been touched and stripped. Not that it's unusual, but it doesn't make her hate that any less. When the contraption - some kind of trolley, lurches to a stop in front of her motel, Lucy gets out with a wary examination of the address. This is actually a little better than what she's used to.

One arm clutched around herself for warmth, Lucy slips into the building and scans the numbers on the doors. Whenever she finds hers, she'll open the door and collapse promptly face-down into the bed, heedless of anyone who might be in the hall or even in the room nearby. ]

Colder than old witch's teats out there.

[ An observation. ]

LIES TRAVEL
[ London's the biggest, filthiest city in the world as far as Lucy's always been concerned, but here she's having to swallow her words. The sheer scope of the buildings and parks around them has her glued to a window through most of the trip, through a frown tugs at her mouth every now and then when a submissive gets on with their dominant.

Finally, it becomes apparent she can't take it anymore. ]

Is that all right?

[ There's deliberate calm in her tone, but when the submissive merely skirts her gaze, that's when slight annoyance creeps in. Sorry, LIER who happens to be standing near her. ]

Do you think that's all right?


END IN THE DISCORD
[ The choice of a third door is exactly Lucy's scene. She half-expects to find Nancy behind there, subverting expectations just as she always has. And there are one or two people being whipped, so that much is a familiar comfort. Content to settle back with a glass of whiskey, it doesn't take too long before Lucy's comfortable enough to slip her name in to be matched up with a partner's.

What is getting to know people? You share cutesy anecdotes or bloody historical tales, if her instruction is to be believed. ]

I'll do more than bite if you ask me. ❤️

[ Charlotte would be so proud. ]

ETC
( ooc: feel free to wildcard/hmu some other way! )

Lies Travel

[hurricaneshout]

[Makoto's eyes have narrowed a bit each and every time a submissive and dominant pair get on. It's probably clear by her white knuckled grip on her skirt that she doesn't like this. Not one bit.]

No.

[She turns and looks right at Lucy.]

No, I do not.

Ibuki Mioda | Danganronpa | Dominant

[fretless]

["Something something Doms, something something Subs, now it's tour time." Thaaat's about all Ibuki's brain picked up from everything she's heard since arriving.
It was a lot of explanation and not really enough summarizing for someone with the attention span of a gnat, and it's not like this is the craziest thing that's ever happened to her before, either. She only has a couple worries, and none of them are "holy shit, where am I?"
Like, for example... the paper gowns are bad and uncomfortable and are totally harshing her vibe way more than anything anyone's been talking about or freaking out over.
So! Once the tour's over and some of them are getting a chance to look through the Market in the Up...

... Your character might feel a tug on their own paper gown - a girl with an insane amount of hair and piercings out the wazoo giving them a something of a cheeky grin.]

Hey - this stuff's wicked boring, right? Did you get any money, too?
Let's sneak off and have some of our own fun for a while!

[Shopping, of course. She means shopping. They've got some starting moolah, and she's itching to get into something more...
Her.]

[monarchmarch]

[Cordelia, conversely, heard and understood every word, and immediately decided she hated all of it. Especially the part where they've declared her a Submissive. It's like they don't even know her! Which they don't, but that doesn't excuse it, it just demonstrated that they had no business making such a decision. That's why she has no intention of going along with it, and intends to make sure any so-called Dominants who think they can do as they please know exactly how wrong they are.

That's her plan, and she's all set to put it into motion from the moment she realizes someone is touching her, but then Ibuki throws her off by opening her mouth and immediately establishing that she is Cordelia's favorite person in the city before she's even finished a sentence.]

Forward, aren't you? [Actually in context it doesn't sound like she means that, but that doesn't mean Cordelia will just miss the phrasing.] What do you have in mind?

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[misskringle]

[Going to say she would be a sub due to blue-green eyes, Gotham has the worst coloring for pics!]

[Arrival]

[Kristen was simply confused, granted the landing while in a hail of bullets was a factor. But the forced nudity did not settle her nerves, but at least they let her keep her glasses once she cited medical grounds. But the sooner she has proper clothing the better but for now she slips into meek robot mode, easier to just not make waves right? But anyone can see this is not easy once she speaks.]

Please tell me we do get proper clothing? [In the process she shivers from both nerves and the fact she's freezing.]
---
Autonomy

[Now looknig more like herself in a black pencil skirt and dark green sweater set that screams old movie Kristen braves the club. Sure she's a perfect sub, almost a robot but its time to take a chance to borrow the expression right? But after going into the lotto she's at the bar on a mission.]

Does this place have red wine?
----
Network

[A pale young woman in glasses and a retro stle ponytale can be seen. She looks quite nervious but has a simple question for those at large.]

Greetings and I don't mean to intrude. [Classic sub right?] But does the name Gotham City mean anything? Simply trying to locate my co-workers since last I knew the
bullpen was being filled with gunfire.

[But she looks down before speaking again.]

Where are my manners! My name is Kristen, Kristen Kringle. [Yes she's ready for the jokes.]

network.

[alittlemonster]

Gotham City you say?
Haven't heard of you