TDM #46

[duplicitymods]

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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

» » » ALL ABOARD

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

« « « PLAY NICE

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(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!

» » » WORKS OF ART

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(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?

« « « HOT MESSES

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(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

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So, what's happening? PLAY NICE - Orientation! - Pet play is the theme for this orientation! - Many items are offered for use, with only a little bit of instruction offered by staff - Anyone can play any role, as long as they participate with a another person WORKS OF ART - A new exhibit opens up in North Park! - A maze built out of ice, sculptures inside - Some people get stuck inside of the ice, clothes removed, in compromising positions - Others begged by those trapped to free them - Only way to free them? Sex/sexual encounters! - Use body heat to melt the ice - by making each other even warmer, it can melt faster! - The ice does not hurt/harm those stuck in it, instead making them just hornier and hornier HOT MESSES - Little baking class offered for all - People must pair up to take the class! - Work together to learn how to make some sweets - One person begins to feel impulsive, begins to try and add random things into the mixture - The other must stop them before they add aphros, drugs, or other random bad tasting ingredients in! - Taste test the mix, or bake it and try them - Hopefully you stopped them before they could add anything too wild :)

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

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

[duplicitymods]

Re: QUESTIONS

[doodlesuit]

Just to be sure, the Play Nice prompt wouldn't punish a Dominant in a submissive role such as the Pet? Or if there were two Dominants engaged for both positions?

Agnes Montague | The Magnus Archives | Returning Submissive

[lightlessflame]

all on display

[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?

network

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?]

wildcard

[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 ddsapphire!]

play nice

[selfie]

Yeeeeah, it's kinda...

[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.

Works of Art

[creativelyartificial]

[ Well THIS is an unusual predicament! While he's always wanted to know more about humans and the macroverse, this isn't at all what he was expecting! Not that he really knows what he should have been expecting... How did he even get here anyway? After leaving Orientation the ice-y art show was actually a relief from all the new Prompts and Instructions he was given, but it didn't take long at all for him to find it even more bizarre.

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!

all on display

[lyriumburned]

[Fenris makes his way to the next train car after a fairly loud outburst in the previous train car where he'd snarled at a Dominant not to touch him. He doesn't choose to sit beside Agnes so much as he looses his balance when the train begins to move, sitting down hard in the seat beside her to keep from ending up on the floor.

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?

Works of Art

[argentisomnum]

[Silver never minded the cold, but this is a bit too much. He doesn't like feeling stiff and sluggish, not when it reminds him of his Tumenalia injuries. It's even worse when he actually notices the frost building up on his limbs. A quick escape is impossible, and eventually he's locked in place with the ice creeping over his face. He's so cold, he'd be shivering uncontrollably if he wasn't too frozen over to even do that much. Only his eyes show any sign of panic, tinged with desperation as the unfamiliar woman comes into view.]

Please, help me...!

network, un:calhoun

[calhoun]

Well, that's forward

Jade Leech | Twisted Wonderland | Returning Submissive

[terrariums]

🍄 Works of Art
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

[beauman]

Nobody who has even a passing acquaintance with Rook would be surprised that he was drawn to see this exquisite art exhibit on the lips of nearly everyone in town. For the moment, at least? He's been having a grand time wandering through, taking pictures of the sculptures and marveling at the craftsmanship of such impenetrable ice walls. Had they been magically created, or sculpted as meticulously as any sculpture in here? It certainly serves its purpose well, if nothing else--too high to see over, too solid to see through, too slick to climb..... Anyone who comes in here needs to have good memory and an even better plan, to find their way back out again.

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!"

hot messes!

[selfie]

"Hmm..."

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?"

hot messes!!

[nouveaueldrich]

Look, even if Floyd's working at the Lounge and taking the major burden of cooking off Azul's plate, he still wants to hone what skills he had from starting out. Cooking lessons can't go astray, right?

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."

Nancy Wheeler | Stranger Things | Submissive

[callmehbic]

«All Aboard

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.

«Wildcard

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

[selfie]

"Hi there!"

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?"

Meryl Stryfe | Trigun Stampede | Submissive

[thirdwitch]

Orientation
[ 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

[selfie]

Nothing to worry about! That's what cookbooks are for.

[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

[lyriumburned]

i. All Aboard
[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

[selfie]

[the response is loud - loud enough that not only is the local dominant startled, others on the train are looking their way. among them is yuuna, who is clearly a submissive herself; she's wearing a scarf for warmth, but it's draped in such a way as to not cover up the collar and the brand that mark her as a submissive.

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.

Wanderer | Genshin Impact | Submissive

[littlesilhouettoofaman]

All on Display
[Wanderer doesn’t share any of that enthusiasm they greet him with. When he enters the room he immediately spins on his feet to turn around and go back through the door he came from. Unfortunately for him, that door is closed and he is stuck here with a bunch of happy idiots in medical clothes. So then he flat out refuses to cooperate.

And that is why after he wakes up, he ends up being sent to a station to wait for a bus, wearing a flimsy paper gown while he is very aware of how cold it is. And that’s odd, he has never felt cold. So even when the bus stops in front of him, he gazes at his feet instead, kind of fascinated at how cold they feel.

After that he starts to pinch his arm. First carefully, but then a little harder. He feels that. Pressure, faint pain. Then he starts to tug at the collar around his neck only to find out it doesn’t come off and then he realizes that everything here isn’t just some sort of minor inconvenience or something humans refer to as a ‘bad dream’, but that this is a serious predicament he needs to get out of as soon as possible.

While he keeps tugging at the collar he turns to the person close to him.]

There must be a way back to the…facility I came from, not?

[He tries his best to keep the tone of his voice somewhat neutral but anyone with ears attached to their head can hear the frustration laced within the words that leave his mouth.]


All Aboard
[It doesn’t take Wanderer long to figure out that his position in this society is somewhere along lines of the positions of insects, sickly beggars in an alley and garbage. And, in his eyes, that is fine. Perhaps finally a fitting punishment of some sort. To be nothing. And that this city has a shortage of babies, well, that isn’t his problem. Humans are like rabbits, they know very well how to multiply. And despite the odd changes to his body, he isn’t planning to participate at all.

He is silent when he sits in the train, gazing out of the window. The high buildings mean nothing to him, nor does he want to be paraded around like some dog on a leash by a so called ‘dominant’. Humans have pets for that.]

Tch.

[He can’t help uttering an annoyed huff when the train stops so he can gaze at stores with items he really, really doesn’t care about.]

They should just kill me and get it over with.

[As you can see, he’s really fun at parties.]


Play Nice
[The only good thing about this is that his feet are no longer cold, the bad thing is everything else. Of course he didn’t show up at the Orientation Center voluntarily, they managed to catch him inside the run down room assigned to him and dropped him off.

There isn’t one single inch of his body thinking about participating in this…pet simulation bonding thing. Is this where he needs to arrange that contract?]

So to earn one of those contracts, you need me to bark?

[The words drip with sarcasm when they leave his mouth. He picks up one of the masks and recognizes muzzles and collars. The butt plug tails are unfamiliar to him and something inside of him tells him that he really doesn’t want to know either.]

So if I bark, will this be over with?

[Wanderer knows that the answer will be ‘no’.]


[OOC: In canon Wanderer is a puppet but I’ve decided to humanize him because he has no clue how to be human, how to handle a human body or how to do or react to anything sexual. He’s about 16/17 (In canon he’s an old grumpy 500+ year old man trapped inside the body of a young looking puppet).

For plotting or anything else feel free to DM me or boop me on plurk playdespacito]

all aboard

[selfie]

[yuuna, who is just boarding the train with a shopping bag in hand (because it is very cold still and she wants more winter clothes), hears wanderer as she's looking for a seat. by coincidence, there's one right near him. so she sits down, and - well, as she recently learned...]

You'd just come back anyway.

[which is perhaps a flippant way to say it, but sometimes the situation is such that flippant is all you can be.]

First day here, huh?

Bucky Barnes | Marvel Comics | Returning Dominant

[winterstarpoint]

i. works of art

[It had been odd coming back to Duplicity. A sudden uncertain mix of memories in a hazy way that he'd forgotten upon his time back. Had it been years ago? Or not that long. He's not sure though the cold feels oddly familiar. In some ways he's sure that a certain unsettling cold had happened before. That lurking feeling doesn't stop him from getting caught in the maze though. Frozen in a rather uncomfortable position against the wall he feels the chill right to his bones.

There's a thought of embarrassment for it. Had he not spent enough time back home frozen in cryostasis? At least back then he'd not been conscious from it. Anxiously he waits for the next person to turn the corner hoping for help.]?

ii. hot messes

[As the time goes on and memories start to return it's been odder. Same place but with some time passed, this time leaving him without his home he'd gotten used to his previous two years in the city. Still he does his best to try to fit back into how it goes and thus he finds himself at a baking class that he's sure will lead to no good. He glances at the recipe put in front of him trying not to linger too long at the stranger before setting it down.]

Please tell me you know what 'to fold in' means in this context?

hot messes

[selfie]

You're in luck! I actually do know that.

[yuuna grins at him as she's grabbing and organizing the ingredients they're going to need for their recipe so that they're in easy reach once they start working. while she hasn't done a lot of baking herself before this tdm prompt, anyway she does have a friend whose family has a bakery - and by this point she's picked up a few things from him.]

So you can leave that part to me once it's time!

Matt Murdock | Marvel Comics | Submissive

[manwithoutfears]

» ALL ABOARD

[The only thing holding Matt together is self-awareness, his own rage in the face of injustice is a companion he negotiates with, not one he allows to control his actions. Though he's guilty of letting it get away from him in rare moments. Not this time, despite his instincts and his inclination to act in the face of surreal violations.

Grounding himself grants Matt a certain degree of control and the ability to maintain a sense of control. For all intents and purposes, Matt was effectively and medically blind. It was a facade he could play into, a degree of ignorance and clumsiness he could use to gauge his surroundings and test the waters. To what degree he was uncertain, at least not with the powers that be if they would have the ability to know that he had abilities that allowed him to perceive his surroundings.

So far he was able to keep his mobility cane, he didn't need it, but it added to the image he wanted to project. For now at least. And when he pretends to bump into you. Pretends to drop his cane. Pretends to be this wounded duck. It's all rehearsed.]

Oh, excuse me, new surroundings...throwing off my spatial orientation. [He makes a show of carefully stooping down to hunt for his cane.] Would you mind describing where we are?

» HOT MESSES

[Matt Murdock cooks the way he lives: efficient, intentional, and a little austere. He can feed himself and others effectively, but he's not hosting dinner parties. His heightened senses help with doneness, seasoning, and heat control. Things that rely on timing, texture, and smell are his go to as opposed to dishes with a lot of moving parts. Is he opposed to learning something new? Not at all. This is an opportunity to gauge what others are going through, the overall mood of this place.]

I understand baking depends on exact ratios, visual cues, and timing margins that don't forgive improvisation. Unfortunately, without a guide, improvisation is all I have.

[He offers a wry smile aimed in your direction, but not quite fixed on you.]

Wanna walk me through this?

All Aboard

[nightmarescenario]

[Tony loathes the fucking elevator, so when he has to go to the Down, he hops the train. he tends not to fly in the Down because the gangs are obnoxious twits.

it's not every day there's someone he recognizes stepping out of orientation and onto the train platform. needless to say, he is more than aware of this particular man's skills, but lets him 'bump' into him all the same.

why yes, he is going to be the whole entire absolute worst.... ]

We're standing on a platform in a large hole in the ground. Don't walk too far in any direction or you'll fall off.

[technically, that last part is partially true - it's a train platform and there is a ledge where one could fall.]

The cane should help with that. Unless you're an idiot.

[he assumes everyone is an idiot. he also assumes that Matt will recognize his voice. though he also assumes Matt will believe he's the non-inverted version of Tony Stark as well. he might use that for as long as it lasts.]




[ooc: dunno where in the timeline Matt is coming from, Tony is from shortly after he left Matt's place where he'd restored Matt's sight with a tailored version of Extremis]

Jim Kirk | Star Trek AoS/Reboot | Dominant

[jimtkirk]

All on Display/Arrival

[Jim looks around him, not sure where he is or how he got there. The lights were flickering and made the whole experience feel slightly disconcerted. If it had just been one or two lights then he could have put it down to them needing to be replaced but tens, if not more of lights all flickering? That was something else and he didn't like the feel of it. So, deciding to make his way out of the room he was in he started to explore and it wasn't long until he found the two doors.

Reading what was on it, didn't make sense to him but as they clicked open he shrugged and pushed one of them open. Stepping through he suddenly found himself in what appeared to be an infirmary but not quite one that similar to what he was used to. The behaviour of the staff was familiar though and soon he just found himself going along with what was happening.

It wasn't like he had a choice though.

Finally he was done and ushered out the door to where a limo was waiting for him. Soon enough he was ushered out of the car and into the lobby of a high rise with a reminder to take his device with him and a promise that his possessions would be with him shortly.]

Hello?

[Kirk calls out looking around the incredibly lavish foyer]

All Aboard

[Orientation had been interesting to Kirk. Not in a bad way, just unexpected. Appealing even. Have sex? That wasn't going to be a problem for him at all, in fact the more the better in his opinion.

Now with orientation completed he found himself on a train, something he hadn't had the opportunity to experience back home but had recognised from his interest in historical transportation. Seated on the train he watched everyone around him both those who were obviously on the tour as well but also those who were just using the train as transportation. The Dominate and submissive who got on at one stop attracted his attention and he couldn't help but watch them.

To say he was intrigued by all of this was an understatement.]

Wild Card/Other TDM Scenarios
Feel free to reach out to me at autisticenbynerd on Plurk or PM this journal if you want to discuss something with me!

train

[the_real_mccoy]

[Usually McCoy avoided the train, preferring to walk or run from place to place, though he made a point to take a ride or two around the time new people arrived in the city. Most of the people brought in had no clue what kind of place they now lived in, and he liked to fool himself that he could be either a help or a comfort. He had managed to keep people from ending up in the Zoo right away once or twice!

He stepped into the car and glanced around, looking for someone who might need a friend. All the years in the city had wrought some changes in him and brought the hidden need to help and heal to the fore. McCoy paused a few steps in, staring.]


Jim?

jeff calhoun | original | vaguely returning submissive

[cacophonish]

I. ALL ABOARD
[ A few people may recognize one of the new submissives sitting near the back of the car. Maybe. Depending on how many are still left from Jeff's last stint in the city. Not that it matters, really, because he certainly doesn't recognize a goddamn thing here.

Or he wouldn't recognize a goddamn thing, if he were awake. As it is, the train tour's totally put him to sleep. At first, he seems content to slouch with his head against the window, dead to the world. But, in time, his little nap grows more fitful, and he's shifting, making disconcerted noises in his sleep. Eventually, he settles down again, resting his head on his neighbor's shoulder.

Which is where you come in. Hi, neighbor. Enjoy a grungy street kid from the 90s curling up against you. You should probably wake him up before he drools on you or something.

yes, I recycled this from the last TDM, shhh ]

II. PLAYING NICE
[ Okay, okay, okay. Jeff's trying to be mature about all of this. Really! He is! But he can't help but react to all the pet play gear with a total giggle fit. For as hedonistic as he is, he's never really dabbled in kink before-- at least, nothing more than a couple of spanks, or night of cheap handcuffs attached to bedposts. The more organized a scene is, the harder it is to take it seriously.

Or maybe his reaction just comes from a place of insecurity. He's young and cocky, after all, and has just been dumped in a whole new world, his head filled with a strange, borderline terrifying silence after months (longer? a year?) spent mentally and spiritually anchored to something divine and maddening, and now faced with something that highlights the limits of his experience. Better to find the absurdity in it than admit he's totally new to this kind of thing. ]

Oh-- [ He swallows back some more snickering, clears his throat, and tries to affect a sober air. ] Dude, okay, um. [ He grabs a headband with cat ears on it, eyes it for a moment, then puts it on, smirking, trying not to giggle again. ] How do I look? Think I can pull this off? Or do you want me to be the, like, owner or whatever.

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

Owner. Ugh. Man, I hate the sound of that.

III. HOT MESSES
[ Jeff doesn't need any compulsion to fuck this up, thank you very much. He's already impulsive and given to poor judgment. Or, you know, no judgment. Whatever.

It doesn't help that he also doesn't seem to have much of a filter at the moment, so you get to enjoy the gentle babbling brook that is Jeff's stream of conscious chatter: ]

This smells weird. [ The 'this' in question is a bottle of... uh... mystery liquid. ] What do you think it is? Food coloring? I should taste it. Where's the, uh... you know, the spoon? I mean, not the regular spoon, the special one, like, the one with numbers on it. [ Speaking of numbers: ] Dude... All these fractions are so confusing. I thought we were, like, gonna be cooking, not doing math, you know? Do you like math? I totally suck at math. [ A beat, as he sifts through the various measuring spoons. ] Which one's bigger, teaspoon or, um, tablespoon? That's... That's a weird word, man. Tablespoon. I don't get it. What do tables have to do with spoons...

[ ooc: Jeff's a messy rock 'n roll bard from the 90s who was psychologically tormented and possessed by an Entity for about a year and now that he's without it, he's missing it and willing to dive headfirst into reckless bullshit, YAY! Generally speaking, he's a gentle himbo who doesn't mean to cause problems, but he's also given to being kind of toxic, destructive, and self absorbed at his worst.

Anyway he's been here before, but I'm bringing him in totally fresh. I tossed him on the last TDM but sort of lost track of everything because, you know, the holidays. But now that I have time again, I'll hit up those old tags! And I figured I'd toss some fresh prompts up so I can app him this round. Anyway, you can reach me at weeyotch (discord) or weeyotch to plot or hash out details. ]

all aboard

[selfie]

[she typically tries to make sure she's on the train when the newly-arrived get ushered onto it for their tour; it would be too easy for someone to get led astray at the end of it by someone with less than kind intentions. doubly so for newly-arrived submissives, so yuuna, being a submissive herself, blends in with the group of submissives on the train and finds herself seated next to jeff.

she'll let him sleep, until it gets a bit fitful. that's when she starts getting worried.]

Umm...

[she will just nudge his shoulder a little.]

Hey, you probably don't want to sleep here.

[they're getting close to the end of the tour where they'll all get booted out at riddler's square to go find their housing anyway, and some parts of the down can be a little dangerous to walk around when you're not alert. better that he has a bit of time to wake up before he gets going.]

Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | Dominant

[driftwalker]

» » » ALL ABOARD
[There is a major part of Raleigh that wonders after all of this. It wasn't like with Yancy where he had felt everything. They had been descending back to Earth after slicing the Kaiju in two- and then he had found himself here. No memories burnt or seared into his mind. Nothing, which in some ways is almost worse.

Almost.

Not really.

Yet this place is not at all what Raleigh has been expecting. Gone is his Jaeger, as that would stick out light a sore thumb here. No obvious place where it is stored. Instead he had been poked and prodded, had no answers really answered, and finds himself aboard a train. Dominant they had said, although he can't say that he particularly likes that. Not that he likes the situation in general.

He runs a hand through his hair, although he looks anything but settled in his seat. It's too strange. Too foreign. A different kind of worse from what he knows. Slavery of sorts, no? His eyes roam, settle on what he assumes are Submissives, and finds that distasteful to think about. There's a press of his lips, a wary expression but Raleigh finds himself staring at those around him.]


« « « PLAY NICE
[There's a part of this that reminds him of working on the wall. Go here. Go there. Get your rations. Like most things here, Raleigh has no idea what to expect with this Orientation. Answers, or better answers. What he isn't prepared for is the type of orientation that it is.

No doubt he looks new. He feels new... There is a perpetual look on his face, lips tight, slight furrow to his brow. The train had been one thing but this something else entirely. Kennels... Like those used for dogs. He'd never been one to find power and abuse it and even this makes him a little uneasy. To each their own kinks but Raleigh can say that this has never crossed his fancy.]

This voluntary?

[His voice is low, speaking to the person nearest him, because if so... He'd rather be somewhere else. Looking for answers. Looking for clues. Looking for a way to get out of this place. Is that too much to ask? At least he knows where he stands back home- more or less- even if they are still fighting. It is a fight that Raleigh can understand.]


» » » WORKS OF ART
[The bite of the cold is at least familiar. He allows his eyes to rise to the sky, watching above. Up and Down. There are different classes, different wakes of life, back home, but it seems rather rigid here. Not quite dressed for the weather but dressed well enough, Raleigh finds himself in the park. There is something odd about everything. A different rhythm to life here. It doesn't quite sit well on his shoulders. He hasn't heard of any monsters or attack by gigantic creatures from the sea. Maybe a good thing, but are the trade offs better? And what of home? Are they still fighting while he is here? It takes two, and with Raleigh out of the game...

He can't say that he's really an art person. Doesn't think he ever would have been even had life been different back home. The entry of the maze is where he pauses, simply watching for a time. Even he had heard rumours, people speaking about this, but can't say this is what he has expected.]

They do this yearly in the winter?

[A festival maybe? It's clear he isn't certain whether he wants to take the time to enter into it. Is there some reason? Answers seem to be quite lacking here.]


« « « NETWORK
un: becket
So — if anyone’s reading this, I’m not from around here.

I don’t recognize the sky, the stars, or the rules yet. No alarms, no monsters, no end-of-the-world countdown ticking in the background.

I don’t know how I crossed over, or whether there’s actually a way back. If you’ve got experience with dimensional slips, fractures in reality, or people turning up where they shouldn’t, feel free to share. I’m listening.

[ooc; open to any tense or format. coin flipped for designation as there was no 'prefers no gifts' XD fine with wildcards as well]

» » » WORKS OF ART

[democratically]

[Padmé is still not a fan of winter. That hasn't changed over the years. Then again, it is not like it is all mild days with bright sun and fluffy white snow. No, historically there have been storms that make survival more than a little difficult.

The question does make her pause, trying to ascertain what he means. The maze? Given where they both are, Padmé has to assume.]

There is typically something on the go... Ice skating. Some winter sports. Not always the same thing though.

Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece | Dominant

[stretchyballs]

A. Play Nice
OTA, Naughty Pet

Don't wanna!

[ It doesn't matter what the owner or trainer has said or instructed -- Luffy is already fully in obstinate mode.. He doesn't like this game at all. ]

I don't wanna play.

[ Food treats are probably the key to getting him to behave. ]

B. Hot Messes

The only thing Luffy had noticed about the advertisement for a particular referral to food. Of course, that would pique his interest. That leads him to the bakery and once there and paired up, he realizes that this isn't about eating. What a disappointment...


"I thought that there was going to be something to eat already. I'm not a cook!"

C. Network
un: kingofthepirates

[ It's truly unforntunate Luffy learned about the network and that he can ask practically anything he wants... so he takes to it with several at a time. ]

How do mermaids take a dump?

Do you eat meat?

Have you heard of the straw hats? WHERE? I need to find my crew.

I'm hungry.

D. Wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else that comes to your mind! ]

hot messes

[changeas]

Oh...this was going to be a little difficult, without a cooperating partner. Finn tries to not look too lacking in confidence as he gives Luffy a smile.

"It's alright, you can take with you everything we finish making. Even though you'll have to wait for it all to bake, I think it's extra rewarding to get to eat something that you put the work into making."

That, and watching others share in the fruits of that labor. Finn already had a decent amount of experience with cooking, so this felt like a natural thing to get to practice. So, if he ended up doing most (or all) of the work, he wouldn't really be all that fussed.

Mystique | Marvel Comics | Dominant

[manyforms]

1. All Aboard

[The man sitting in the corner of one of the carriages is barely worth a first look let alone a second. Balding, middle aged, with a paunch that overspills his pants and wobbles slightly every time the train hits a bump. Yet there's an air of authority to him, with expensive looking clothes that mark him out as a Dominant. Every time the train stops the man's blue eyes flick over the station and the people with apparent disinterest and a mildly annoyed sigh.]

You've dropped something. [Is directed at a new arrival, eyes flicking down to the floor beneath the seat.]

2. Playing Nice

a. Owner

[Well if this isn't a scenario she's seen many a time before in brothels the length and breadth of the world. As such there's a confidence to the way she moves, a woman today, dark haired and green eyed and with a hardness to her stare that speaks of long experience.

Well what are you waiting for? We don't have all day.

[She purrs, nodding to a bench, sliding a leather whip from the wall and flicking it idly against the bench with the air of someone who knows how to use it.]

b. Subservient

[After a while the dark haired woman slips out, walking out of the door, which opens almost as soon as it closes, revealing an anxious looking young blonde, who edges into the room, shooting nervous glances at the kennels as she compulsively pushes back her hair, swallowing anxiously as she asks with a shaky voice.]

Um, do you know what we...who we...?

3. Works of Art

[Something as mundane as temperature has never bothered her much, not when she can regulate hers with merely a thought. Nonetheless the woman that moves through North Park wears a thick expensive looking winter coat for appearances sake, sure footsteps carrying her along snowy paths toward the exhibit, stopping outside the entrance and peering at it with an air of scepticism.

Mystique's been alive long enough to know when something is off, a feeling that's rarely left her since arriving, but is all the stronger now. She's not fool enough to go inside, at least, not yet.]

1

[gascogne]

[Whenever D'Artagnan must take the train, as rare of an occurrence as he can make it, he stands as long as he can, as long as he might avoid one who wishes him to kneel properly for their entertainments. In opposition to the man before him, he's young and thin, with a restless sort of bearing even if he can't seem to stand up straight, slouching and half leaning his hip against the seat, near blocking the aisle, and there's a hard and weary look around his eyes. He grasps the overhead rail tighter, narrowed gaze in an obvious appraisal of this man he's never seen before, one who has an air about him that irritates in its casual commanding presence, and not once does D'Artagnan look to the floor. He'll not lower his eyes, nor himself, not yet.]

You're mistaken.

[It's spoken with a challenging bent to it, daring a correction, yet bland and quietly uttered.]

cloud strife / final fantasy vii ( submissive )

[meteorained]

play nice.

( his arrival had been jarring. to say the least.

the number of people staring at him, dressed in lab coats... it had been a shock to his system, a stem of memories flooding and overloading his senses. cloud doesn't even remember wandering around in the bitter cold rain, bare feet numb from it, and that had been over an hour ago. now, with little choice, he's standing in a room littered with cages and a variety of other things spread out across the table.

his expression is not quite so approachable, staring at everything with skepticism and slight annoyance as some of the others around him appear far too comfortable following whatever rules had been laid out for them. arms crossed, he hopes he can avoid drawing anyone's attention until he's allowed to go back out into the city and escape this sort of madness. 

unfortunately, his luck has never been that great. because rather than melt into the background, someone's already approaching him with something. a collar, perhaps. a muzzle? cloud's gaze immediately narrows. ) 

...I'm not wearing that. ( good luck convincing him to put it on. )

works of art.

( cold is something he's used to. he'd grown up in the mountains, after all, adapting to the harsher climates and the altitude. but this? the sinking desperation of something too chilled to be real crawling its way into his chest, into his body? he doesn't know what to do with it.

he doesn't know how to fight it.
 
cloud can't remember exactly how he'd gotten there either—only that he's somewhere in a maze and naked. resting on his knees, he can't seem to will his body to move despite how much he thinks about it, breathing surprisingly even despite the situation. and worse than that? worse than being so visibly on display in such a vulnerable position? his mouth is open and refuses to close. tongue out and waiting.
 
the shiver that tears through him at the first signs of another person is intense, and he sucks in a breath through his nose, the only sign he's able to give is the careful blink of mako-infused eyes. like the look itself would will them to help him somehow. )

wildcard.

( cloud is technically a returning character, but i'm going to wipe any memory of his previous times since it's been a long while! i'm open to any other scenarios or situations, so if you have an idea or would like a specific starter, just drop me a message! i'm so excited to dive back into this game ♥ also, re: canon point: i'm toying with adjusting it so it isn't post advent children, but that will be a thing for future me to decide!

and i will absolutely match style! just hmu c: )

play nice

[calhoun]

[ well, at least barney isn't one of those peculiar individuals who have the audacity to be comfortable here. he seems kind of spooked at what he's seeing, actually. like he's right on the brink of hightailing it out of there, rules be damned. that is, at least, until he notices the towheaded guy getting accosted with a... is that a dog's muzzle? that changes his demeanor in an instant. he raises his voice as he interjects himself in the scene. ]

Hey now, he said he's not interested.

[ 'course, the brand new tattoo on his neck marks him as a submissive too. no dom is gonna listen to him. unless they decide two rowdy subs just aren't worth the trouble. ]

barney calhoun λ half-life 2 λ submissive

[calhoun]

—all aboard

[ it's not the first time in his life that barney calhoun has been shoved onto a train and sent off to god knows where. it's not even the second, third, or fourth— but it's sure as hell the weirdest, and that's saying something. he scratches his neck, where his brand new tattoo is, and tries not to think too hard about the implications. something had happened there, near the end. he could guess at what the plan was, because they'd done it before: send a rocket up, close the portal. he didn't know how it worked, and he'd never asked. didn't matter. he knew what they were working toward.

point was, they must not have closed it in time— for him. presumably, for the refugees he'd been traveling with, too, and that hurts worse, because he hasn't seen a single one since he arrived. portal storms aren't exactly selective. and it's the only thing that explains how he's here.

but it's also pretty obvious that this city hasn't been touched by the empire. he's somewhere else. some other planet, some other dimension. this is looking more and more like his permanent off-world reassignment.

well, shit.

when the train comes to a stop, he stands up and stumbles out, looking all the worse for wear. at the entrace, he waits and watches the people who come through. when it's down to the last stragglers, he stops the person nearest to him. ]

Sorry— Can I ask you something?

—play nice

[ orientation is goddamn horrifying.

there are just some things you don't do, and one of those things is bringing a man with a cat phobia to a pet play convention. yeah, yeah— the sexuality on display is embarrassing and all, but that's not really what's bothering him here. the only reason he stays is to try to help; the power dynamic is familiar enough, even if he's been put on the other side of it, and he hates to see anyone getting browbeaten. so he does what he can.

admittedly, it's not much, and after his third warning to stop interfering (unless he wants to get both himself and the people he's trying to help in hot water), he mutters under his breath and heads for the exit, passing a shaky hand through his hair. ]

I gotta get outta' here.

—works of art
note: m/m only

[ a. it's really, really strange— he hasn't seen art like this since before the invasion, unless you count graffiti scrawled on empty buildings. barney wouldn't exactly consider himself a man of culture, but even in the face of the frigid cold he finds himself wandering into the maze. stupid thing to do, he knows. curiosity killed the— yeah. he's about ready to turn around until he starts seeing people in the ice. and, ah, hell. ]

Hey— Hey! You all right in there? You're looking a little—

[ stuck.

b. or... maybe he's the one who gets found trapped, helpless, in the ice, when his heroics inevitably land him in the same position as the people he was trying to help? ]

( ooc: i'm also open to wildcards, or if you have a TDM TL you'd like me to tag into, you can send it my way. o/ )

All aboard

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

The man he stops bears the same mark on his neck, as well as a heavy leather collar. He also carries himself with utter confidence. Rude has made it a habit to swing by every once in a while on the way to or from The Arena and right now he is carrying a bag of his workout gear.

"What do you need?" Judging by the guy's look, probably the direction to the provided housing.