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TDM #46
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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 first hints of winter start to trickle in. Cold breezes, rain and thunder, small storms as the weather continues to turn from Fall to Winter. Time to cozy up with a nice warm drink and a cozy partner! |
 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: pet play, biting, collaring, leashing, people in cages, roleplay) The weather is cold, chilling. As Orientation rolls around, everyone is urged to make their way to the Orientation Center as usual, both new and old arrivals! This time, LIEs staff have a large room set up for all to explore, with many roles for each participant to try playing. Instruction is provided briefly, but LIEs staff encourages attendees to experience everything on their own, rather than asking for instructions! Of course, they’ll be there if you need help. Give them a holler if you can’t figure out where to start or get stuck along the way! Several rows of kennels line one wall. Tables have sets of items for each pair (or trio!) to use and enjoy. These items include: collars, leashes, ball gags, muzzles, butt plug tails of different sizes and shapes, animal ear clips and headbands, masks with different animal face shapes, and all sorts of sex toys and non-sex toys. Orientation isn’t over until partner(s) fully embrace their roles! What roles are those? Well… There are four total roles that are semi-standard to pet play. Participants are free to make up their own roles, or fall in line with one of the offered ones. Both Dominants and Submissives are encouraged to try multiple roles, with multiple partners! A Subservient Pet is someone who offers themselves up completely to their role of the pet, following orders easily and with joy. A Naughty Pet is someone who might follow some of the rules, while ignoring others or acting out to taunt their Owner or Trainer. Bite and make noise, disobey orders directly…. Try not to get punished, push their buttons until they can’t take it anymore. An Owner/Handler is someone who is “in charge” of their pet. They take on a more domineering role, exerting control over their pet and the situation completely. The Owner should punish any misbehavior of their pet, whether that requires putting them in their kennel or teasing them. A Trainer is similar to an Owner, except they must have even more control over their pet. Use restraints to keep your pet on all fours, or gag them to keep them quiet, or maybe even muzzle them to keep them from biting too much. Want to watch, instead of play? Dominants are also encouraged to watch over a Submissive who's learning the ropes of any role, to give them tips and help them play it out properly. Have fun! |
 (cw: stuckage, compulsions, noncon/dubcon themes, public sexual activity) Winter is in full swing in Duplicity! Most years a harsh snowstorm blows in, chilling the city and all of its residents down to the bone. This year is no different. The snow has settled upon the ground, keeping a firm chill in the air. To celebrate the frigid season, there’s an exhibit in North Park. Art, they say. Sculptures. Rumors float through the wind, whispers about them passed between people on the street. The beauty of it is something that all must see! The exhibit itself is simple, even if it seems to defy explanation. At the center of North Park, there appears to be a maze made of solid ice, thick and opaque. Inside, and throughout the maze, are different sets of sculptures. The bust of a woman, the form of a worn and calloused hand, a set of swans; all of the typical sculptures one might expect from an exhibit like this. The further visitors head in, though, things begin to change. Deep inside, one will find people, stuck and rendered immobile by the ice that formed around them. Their clothes are nowhere to be seen. Their faces, too, hidden. The positions they’re in are different for each. Some might have their fronts facing the inner part of the maze, legs spread ready to be pleased by anyone who walks by. Or, others might be positioned in such a way that they seem like they’re bent over something, hips up and prepared to receive. These people? They’re LIERs, those who wandered through the maze and could not find its exit. Trapped in its icy walls, they will find themselves overcome by a chill they can't shake, and a desire to beg and plead to be used, and heated up by the warmth of anyone who passes by. Fortunately, there is a solution. Friction and sexual contact makes the ice feel almost... pleasant? As if it's bringing about more and more lust from deep within them. Still, no one wants to be trapped in ice forever. The only way to melt the ice and free them is by creating some heat between two or more bodies. Are you one of the lucky few who will wander through and be able to help melt someone else free? Or, are you one of the people who get frozen over, stuck in the ice and must wait for someone to come heat things up and melt you free? |
 (cw: impulsive decisions, compulsions, aphrodisiacs, drugs) Advertisements offer a unique and fun experience for all in Duplicity! One little event is promoted through these, showcasing an experience that all can enjoy, regardless of designation. In fact, if you’re looking for ways to secure a contract, this might be the perfect experience for you! A small bakery in Fiddler’s Square is hosting a course, teaching Dominants and Submissives how to bake an assortment of goods. Pair up with another person, share a little cookbook, choose a recipe together, get messy, and try to keep yourself focused on the treats you’re making together! One small issue. One of the members of the pairs working together? They’ll begin to feel a little more… rowdy. Chaotic. Tempted to act out, to try and mix in different ingredients into their bowls rather than what they’re told to do. It is up to their partner to keep them focused, to keep them on task. Hopefully they’re able to stop them, before their partner is able to mix in something they shouldn’t without their notice. After all, there are plenty of little bottles of unknown ingredients around. Some of which could be aphrodisiacs, psychedelics, or just plain disgusting tasting. |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?PLAY NICE - Orientation! WORKS OF ART - A new exhibit opens up in North Park! HOT MESSES - Little baking class offered for all |
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 homemade gifts, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers lavish gifts, 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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Agnes Montague | The Magnus Archives | Returning Submissive
[It's neither a relief or a disappointment, finding herself being run through processing a second time. For a woman who has no home to return to, a consciousness that had long since been snuffed from her world, it feels rather like being displaced. During her first arrival, she had been confused at her situation. This time, the confusion is almost twice as bad. Why was she being treated as a new LIER in the program when she had already spent so much time in the city? Why did everything feel...off? She dislikes the process, the being manhandled, but she allows it all for the sake of getting through it.
Before long, she sits in a seat on the train in her paper gown on the way to the public submissive housing, lips squeezed in a troubled line as she stares down at her hands. Despite the freezing temperatures and her altogether lack of warm clothing, she certainly isn't shivering--and while she won't outright act with hostility to anyone who takes the seat beside her, she does shift closer to the wall to keep their bodies at a wider berth.]
Don't get too close.
play nice
[All things considered, there have been worse Orientation workshops presented than this one. As Agnes looks between the different pet play props and tools and the kennels, though, her expression darkens.]
I don't like this.
[None of it sounds good to her. Being disciplined nor being put in such a position of dominance over others. Each one feels wrong, feels like a step backward away from the life she no longer wants to associate herself with. Still, she knows that one way or another, there's no leaving the site without participating, so isn't otherwise throwing a full fit about her distaste. With a frustrated sigh, Agnes reaches toward one of the leashes.]
Do you have a preference? I can perhaps be...naughty.
[If nothing else, she supposed this was the role that was closest a fit. Subservient, though? Absolutely not.]
works of art
[Regardless of the season, Agnes does enjoy experiencing some of the special instillations that Duplicity advertises. Though she'd say that she'd prefer the flowers that bloom in the spring to the snow--especially with some of the past effects the cold here had unexpectedly had on her. This time, though, as she makes her way through the maze (perhaps with a measure of caution as often necessitated by this city), she doesn't find herself bothered. She admires the sculptures, at first, with what appears to be little more than apathy--but when pure ice fixtures make way for what are very clearly people, Agnes pauses.]
Can you hear me?
[Just how frozen are they? Even as she asks, she slides her gloves from her hands and slips them into her pockets. While she doesn't want to risk touching anyone directly, just bringing her hands hovering close to the exposed skin of the individual trapped in ice they'll feel warmth reaching them as if they've been placed next to a radiator. The question is--will this truly work to melt the ice at all, without proper friction?]
hot messes
[Even before she says anything, it's abundantly clear that the woman standing at a baking station waiting for her partner has no experience in the kitchen. The stance she holds herself in is a sort of unfamiliarity bordering on discomfort. With an awkward movement, she takes a measuring cup in one gloved hand. When she's joined by someone else, she looks at them at once for guidance--her expression is overall blank, but there's an unmistakable furrow of hesitance to her brow.]
What should we make?
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un: agnes
With the city in what is likely the coldest stage of winter for the year, I'm willing to offer my body as a means of keeping warm.
[This definitely sounds differently from how she means it, but what's a bit of misunderstanding between complete strangers?]
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[Agnes is a returning submissive so she has some familiarity with the city--though plenty of things have changed since her time here. She was born with the physical condition of being too hot to touch--unless your character has any kind of resistance to fire/extreme heat, any amount of skin-on-skin contact will cause burns--so any nsfw threads we'll have to get a bit creative! I'm happy to plot out anything that doesn't quite fit in the previous prompts or just discuss how things might go. Feel free to hit me up at
play nice
[yuuna has not tried this sort of thing before, and she is clearly a little uncertain about it, but it's the activity for orientation, so she might as well give it a try. she's also sort of occupied with arranging a pair of leopard-print cat ear clips in her hair, because why not? they match her scarf.]
Some of the accessories are pretty cute though! So let's just have fun with it and get it over with? [she makes a little hand gesture] Nya... uh. Hm. No.
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That's cute. You look cute.
[Cats are nice, though she's had very little opportunity to interact with them--or any animal, or most people for that matter.]
Still...I'm uncertain how to have fun.
[Unclear if she means for this assignment or just, like, In General.]
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Works of Art
Butts everywhere! And WORSE--uncensored genitals!
When Agnes calls out, Caine's teeth are being held together by his hands. It's just... easier to cover his eyes this way. ] I don't think you should touch that! You might... CATCH something!
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I wasn't intending to touch anyone directly.
[She regards him with a slight air of curiosity. His reaction suggested that it was more than just Duplicity's antics that had him so beside himself.]
As far as I can tell, the only thing catching around here is the ice. I'm not worried about freezing.
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all on display
Her warning earns a soft, scoffed chuckle.] Likewise. I was about to say the same to you.
[He glances briefly over at his seat mate, just long enough to offer her a slight smirk of approval before leaning forward to rest his forehead on the seat in front of them, head still spinning from the drugs the city staff had given him upon arrival.] Good to know we're on the same page.
Have you just arrived as well? Or is this manner of... 'clothing' a common fashion around here?
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Yes...and no. I've been here before, and now it seems as if I'm back again. Fortunately, I wouldn't call this at all common for anyone outside of newly processed arrivals. Less fortunately, the city often does encourage its citizens to engage in explicit public displays.
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Jade Leech | Twisted Wonderland | Returning Submissive
The cold is invigorating. It's one of the few things of Duplicity that he thinks he might actually miss if he remembered when he left. Deep and bone-chilling cold that reminds him of his true home deep in the Coral Sea.
His human body is less fond of it at the moment, but that might have to do with the fact it's gripping him so tightly around his waist. His arms are free enough to push and dig at the ice surround his waist, but all of his scrambling does little to help him. His vision is minimal through the thick ice shielding his eyes, but it does seem to keep his mouth nicely in view. A shame that he has too many sharp teeth to make it look all that appealing...
"Your assistance would be appreciated." The faint shiver in his voice doesn't exactly sound cold, though...
🍄 Hot Messes
Cooking is something that Jade is actually rather fond of--There's a looseness to it that he enjoys. The same ingredients in different dishes, mixed in different ways, can produce a plethora of different tastes and textures... Shallow frying, roasting, deep-frying, using a campfire, air frying... The options truly are endless and, usually, someone can still make a perfectly edible meal even when they eyeball measurements.
Baking is a different breed entirely. It's a science--one that he enjoys, but still struggles with on occasion. For the first pan of cookies he'd been instructed to make with his partner, he was well behaved, but as they start to look over the ingredients of the pie filling they're supposed to be making, he finds his own eyes drifting toward the ingredients rack.
"What flavor would you choose?"
🍄 Wildcard.
Know Jade from his previous time in Duplicity? Want to run into him somewhere randomly on the street? Hit me up! Feel free to have him be the one stumbling upon your character trapped in the ice instead as well. Perms/Kinks. Jade is 17.
Works of art
The people, though..... That part of the display is in equal measure intriguing and alarming. Were they paid volunteers, acting as a piece of performance art? Or fellow patrons of the art, unwittingly caught and put on display themselves? Hearing a faint but familiar voice, though, seeing unmistakable neck and lips and teeth..... It's a wonder the ice doesn't crack and loosen its grip on him simply from the sheer force of Rook launching himself at his captive friend to cling to him. "Jade!"
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"Rook-san... How are you able to identify me just like this? Hardly any of my face is visible like this."
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hot messes!
Yuuna hums to herself as she flips through the little cookbook they've been left with. There are a few recipes in here, but one in particular has her raising an eyebrow because it's a flavor combination she hasn't tried before.
She holds the book out to him so he can take a look.
"What do you think about matcha and pistachio?"
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"This would be rather delicious. Salty with an earthy light undernote. Did you do much baking back home, Yuuna-san?" Cooking seems to be something a lot of them enjoy, after all, but baking is much more involved from Jade's experience.
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hot messes!!
And then he saw Jade.
Of course he'd refused to be paired up with anyone else, though-- he actually hasn't said a damn word this entire time, just standing there in his gay little apron, knuckles white and teeth bared, grit so hard they're almost groaning under the pressure. Since when has he ever been graceful when it comes to his feelings?
Just-- give him a minute. A whole minute. ...And then he winds up and socks Jade in the arm as hard as he can. As you do.
"Ginger. And cinnamon. That would be nice. If you--" And he sniffles. Takes his glasses off, pretends to clean them instead. "--don't put mushrooms in."
Mushrooms are a perfectly normal ingredient in sabotaged pastries, Zuzu
It's hard not to find it funny. Even if he feels like he's going to get yelled at once he and Azul leave the 'team building' activity behind them today. Azul's punch barely makes Jade move from his position by his side, hands loosely folded in front of himself as he smiles. "A matsutake mushroom would be a wonderful addition due to its complimentary fragrance. I have heard they are valued in some regions because of their cinnamon-like scent when cooked... often even called the 'Cinnamon Cap'."
beef wellington cookie let's fuckin go
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Hot Messes
It had been a little surprising to find him at Orientation, but Trey hadn't hesitated to snag someone so diligent for his own partner. He'd been pleased to find his assumptions had been correct.
"If we make smaller versions, we can try a lot of different flavors. Berries, apple, pear.. Do you have a favorite fruit?"
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Nancy Wheeler | Stranger Things | Submissive
As far as she knows, this could all be some kind of bizarre fever dream. But Nancy can feel the rain and the creeping cold as she boards the train, and the snug embrace of the little pleather collar they'd provided her with. It's bullshit, of course, and she's only humoring this at all because keeping her head down for the time being feels like the most likely way to figure out what the hell is happening.
The tour is shaping up to be the most informative thing she's had to sit through thus far. Nancy finds a seat near the back and slides all the way over to the window- and there she sits, her attention trained on the landscape crawling past. If approached, she'll do her best to appear friendly and accommodating.
«Play Nice
"Oh-"
When she'd been directed toward orientation, Nancy had been picturing something very different. So it goes without saying that walking into what can only be described as an animal shelter for people is probably the last thing she would have been anticipating. Everywhere she looks is something new to be outraged by.
Leaving is, unfortunately, not an option.
But Nancy is nothing if not good at following directions when it suits her. So in she ventures, head held high despite the collar announcing her station. She's avoiding the kennels for now, and so hasn't noticed how many of them are occupied. Instead, she busies herself with scrutinizing the collars and leashes. Would it be too much to hope to go unnoticed?
«Hot Messes
Compared to some of the other things she's seen (and done) today, a baking class sounds almost out of place- which is why Nancy practically jumps at the chance to do something normal for a change. If nothing else, it should be a nice distraction from the knowledge that she appears to be trapped here.
Naturally, she's the first to arrive at her station. The wait isn't long, and she forces a smile onto her face when she spots someone approaching.
"Hello!"
Was that too much? Probably, but she's hoping that friendliness will get her more answers than the alternative.
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Nancy is nosy and likely to be poking around anywhere she's allowed, so feel free to run into her pretty much anywhere. Drag her into the ice maze. Ask her what her problem is. The world is our oyster. Canon point is tentatively post-series, and I'm fine with avoiding spoilers as much as possible. I'm chill with brackets or prose, so follow your heart. Catch me on plurk or discord @ cornyflake if you'd like to chat or set up something more specific.
hot messes
The person approaching the station Nancy is at smiles brightly at her and gives her a little wave as she draws close. Something as benign as baking is a welcome change of pace around here, so she had jumped at the chance to take the class.
It's a good way to meet new people, too. She settles in easily enough, picking up the little cookbook that's been left out for them and thumbing through it to look for a recipe.
"Sooo, what kinda food are you most interested in making?"
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Meryl Stryfe | Trigun Stampede | Submissive
[ Surely, this is just two and a half years of stress built up. Are these the kinds of dreams she's having now? What is wrong with her? She can't be that pent up. She cannot be losing it.
Still, this place is incredible. Just standing in the Square, she can't imagine her brain could cook up a world like this. Even with all she's been studying, this kind of world that looks like this. It's inconceivable. Besides, has she ever experienced such cold air?
While she's definitely learned better how to keep her wits about her, it's hard to keep her eyes on where she's going even at her height. Crashing into the back of someone is inevitable and soon she's on her butt on the ground. ]
Ouuch... ah, sorry, I should have been looking where I was going.
Works of Art
[ Meryl had actually been enjoying the snow. She's not as starry eyed as she was a few years ago, but she's still capable of being awestruck by something so beautiful and foreign. That people can turn all this ice into art, too... amazing!
Too bad her fearlessness and curiosity have not waned and, as is often common for her, she's ended up in her own predicament. At least this time her life is not in mortal peril, but being buck-naked in the ice is mortifying. She's freezing. Miserable! ]
Ahhh, get me out of here already! Come on! I have better things to do and-- and you shouldn't treat a lady like this, right?
[ She's not so proper anymore, and she's picked up on how this place is and what she'll have to endure here... worst things had happened. Worse things were in her memories, but couldn't she at least keep a little dignity? ]
Hot Messes
[ Meryl is a city girl, but even for someone on the more privileged side like her, sweets are a major luxury at home. Ever since she'd hit the road, they were even less available. Learning that she can make them here is a nice respite from the embarrassment this place has dealt her so far.
She's a straightforward person who has learned to follow instructions instead of her gut a bit more now that she's garnered some maturity. It's not like she wants to play along easily with this place, but mental health is important, isn't it? A bit of a distraction is good even if she trusts nothing. ]
Ahh, I've never baked before, but I promise I'll try my best, okay? Let's get along.
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[ ooc: from the end of stampede for now! For reference, as short as she is, she's about 25-26. ]
hot messes
[she taps the cookbook at their baking station, offering an easy smile before she picks it up and holds it out to her.]
We just have to, like, make sure we actually follow the recipe. Someone once told me baking's more of a science than an art, so if we do something other than exactly what's written down it won't turn out so well.
Fenris | Dragon Age 2 | Submissive
[The elf is clearly a new arrival, stumbling onto the train in the telltale paper hospital gown. His disorientation is a mix of the unfamiliar surroundings and technologies and the drugs he'd been dosed with by the intake team upon arrival in order to subdue him when he'd fought being disrobed, poked and prodded.
And now he's sporting yet another brand on his skin, this one the line indicating he's a submissive down his neck, though the truth of the situation likely hasn't fully sunk in.]
Looking for a seat? [The Dominant, likely a native of the city, is already reaching out to start guiding Fenris onto his lap before the train starts moving. The response is visceral and loud, surprising even the Dominant as Fenris turns to snarl the warning at him.] Don't touch me!
ii. Play Nice
If you put any of that on me, I'll make sure you regret it. [The threat is spoken calmly, voice even and low, but he's clearly serious.
The now somewhat flustered LIES attendant laughs nervously, trying to lighten the mood.] I'm sure your partner here wouldn't mind playing the role of pet, hm?
[Fenris raises an eyebrow slightly at the stranger he's been paired with, but ultimately shrugs.] Very well. If that's the case, let's get this over with, hm?
iii. Works of Art
[Still very new to the city and its ways, Fenris had genuinely found the exhibits interesting and his curiosity had drawn him in. The maze is equally as entertaining. He can't recall ever participating in something like this, so he enters and begins to explore.
It isn't long, of course, before he runs into someone on full display, trapped in the ice.] Oh... my... um...?
iv. Wildcard!
[[also down to have him get stuck in the maze himself and need help or run into him around the Down]
all aboard
she knows she probably shouldn't interfere here. an offended dominant can make for a world of trouble, but... she's never taken kindly to being told what to do, and she doesn't want someone who's just arrived here to have to deal with this either.
so while some of the local submissives on the train avert their eyes, she gets up from her seat and steps closer to them.]
You heard him. Don't touch him. [she says that, very firmly, to the dominant, then meets fenris's gaze before gesturing to where she'd been sitting before.] ...there's an open seat over there.
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[Just after the elf's outburst, the train car tilts ever so slightly as the last member gets on, not a brand new LIER, he has been here for a short time. The slight jingle of his armor along with the creak of his fine leather are the only sounds that accompany him as he boards. The dominant that had been reaching freezes, head turning. Only one spot on the train is large enough to accommodate his seven and a half foot frame, not to mention the massive folded scythe on his back. He moves closer and looks down at the dominant with an intense stare.]
Move. [Is the only word he says to the dominant, more or less ignoring the elf, firm and commanding, yet he is clearly marked as a submissive. The other man nods, and quickly moves as far away from the blonde giant, leaving Fenris. Zenos turns and leans against the wall near the seat, that area of the train the only spot high enough. His legs too long to sit comfortably, he must lean.]
iv. Wildcard
[[Been a hot minute since I've played DA2, but I do remember Fenris. Sorry I don't have a more FRIENDLY character to throw at him.... If you don't know who Zenos is, all his information is linked in his journal. Feel free to hit me up if you decide that my psycho boy is down your alley. Though I do think they could have some INTENSE interactions.]]
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