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TDM #47
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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. |
 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: edging/denial, orgasm control, potential voyeurism (nonconsensual and consensual), potential exhibitionism (nonconsensual and consensual), mirror sex) This month’s orientation is held again at the Orientation Center. For all LIERs, a classroom is set up with several tables, chairs, and a small pamphlet with a pen at each spot. Once sat down, it becomes obvious that this time around will first include a short lesson, then a practical period, just like a boring mandatory work seminar. Each pamphlet, labeled ‘Orgasm Control for Beginners’, holds several pages. One is blank for notes. Another page lists out some options for pairing up during the practice part of the lesson. Somehow, it only lists those of the opposite designation, as if LIES staff knew exactly where each person would sit. The final page holds a page with guided reflection questions. After an hour of LIES staff standing and explaining at the front of the room with an awkward presentation, everyone is told to pair up and find a room! Or, if they want to try solo first, they can grab a room to try some techniques on themselves. They WILL be required to try with a partner before heading home, regardless! Each room is furnished simply, with a bed, desk, desk chair, and any supplies one might need. Partners will need to spend at least 30 minutes in the room together, acting out things they have learned in the lecture. If they try to leave early or try to leave without doing anything sexual, LIES staff will gently lead them back to the room or offer to partner them with someone else who they might be more compatible with. Most of the rooms are the same. Some, though, host either a large mirror on one wall or a large window. For those who see a mirror, nothing is much different. Those who have a window, however, can see into the room next to them and witness any of the people within the other room. |
 (cw: public sex, sex pollen, mind alteration, truth telling) With season changes, there are always new and entertaining things to do in the city. This includes the newest event hosted near North Park, at a garden supply shop called “Grow-er ‘n Show-er.” Every LIER is sent a small invitation to the event in the mail, along with a note that mentions this is a mandatory experience for everyone, especially those who have no contract at this time! Said event will be running through April, so there’s plenty of time to participate! Upon arriving, LIERs are paired up with someone new if they don’t arrive with a partner. The activities are out in the open air behind the shop, aside from one! Paint-a-pot: Partners can paint a flower pot for free to take home. It is only free if you have a partner! The paint does not have any effects… at least, that it seems at first. Partners painting together feel more willing to talk and share their own creativity, in whatever way feels fitting for them, whether that be with paint on their pots or each other! Want to take home your planted seeds? You can! “Grow-er ‘n Show-er” will let anyone pot their little seedlings with their painted pots to take home. Keep Duplicity pretty! |
 (cw: drugs, human testing, noncon/dubcon themes, nonconsensual drugging, spiking drinks/food, brat-taming, brat behavior) A new drug is being promoted by the city. This drug is said to make any Submissive behave perfectly for their Dominant, while also becoming more willing to learn and adjust their behavior accordingly. It is meant to be used on unruly Submissives, ones who their Dominants are struggling to control. A sample is sent to each Dominant’s residence. The incentive? If they use it on someone else, that Dominant will not only not have to make quota during the month it’s used. If they don’t... they will have to make triple quota for that month. These terms are listed within the letter each Dominant receives. Whether it’s the Dominant who finds it, or one of their Submissives, that’s up to fate. What matters is if they believe the city can enforce such a thing or not, and how they decide to go about using it. Once used, whether stirred into a drink, mixed into food, or taken outright as a pill, causes… an effect that isn’t listed. Instead of being subservient and easy to train, each person who consumes this drug will feel more bratty and have the urge to act out, to not follow a single direction and argue far more than they usually do. It will be up to the person who provided the drug to tame them! Good luck taming an even FURTHER unruly partner…! |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?ON THE EDGE - Orientation! PLANTING THE SEED - Little Mandatory meet and greet involving gardening BEHAVIOR MANAGEMENT - Duplicity offered drug samples to each Dominant via a small letter |
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 values luck over skill, they are a Submissive. If your character values skill over luck, 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. For this TDM only: top level comments are for everyone! Existing (in-game already), new, or returning characters. We are testing out opening up the TDM to more people. You must use the same designation for your character as they have in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
QUESTIONS
Santana | OC | Dominant
Santana had never seen a train before. There was a lot he'd never seen before, so far. He was still trying to figure out a lot of the things they'd given him when he left the facility, and as interesting as the train and the sky scraping buildings were, he was currently fixated with the strange flat tablet they'd given him. There was so much there!
He was mouthing through the words on the screen -- he'd become a better reader since joining the arena, but he still wasn't good, not like Cosme -- when the train jostled and he collided with another passenger.
"Gods -- sorry. Sorry." He laughed, smiling. "Barely have my feet under me on this thing."
On the Edge
M/M only
"...for beginners?"
Santana didn't mean to sound so offended by that, but, really. Honestly, it was insulting. If they're being brought here for some virtue or ability or skill, shouldn't this place have some idea of who they were and what they already knew?
While the presenters spoke, Santana doodled all over his pamphlet. It was obvious he wasn't paying the least bit of attention. When they were told to split up, though? Santana looked around -- he needed someone with one of those marks on their necks, but he wasn't about to drag off someone that looked like they'd need their hand held about all this. It was one thing to be novice and nervous about these sorts of things, he'd been there as well; but someone shy?
Eventually, he sidled up to someone as they were both heading towards the rooms they were directed to. "Come on. Thirty minutes is nothing for edging."
Planting the Seed
Wildcard
[ Santana is a 19 year old, FTM, professional athlete/performer/sort of sex worker. His journal has details on his specific backstory, the makings of information about his universe in general, and, importantly, content warnings that are likely to emerge. ALL THAT ASIDE, he will be trawling about the whole city, very curious, personable, and eager to charm. Find him anywhere! Despite getting the dominant assignment, he is exclusively a bottom - but in a self-assured, bratty way. If you'd like a custom starter, ping me at this journal and I'll get something written up! Otherwise, go ham. He can take it. ]
potting flowers
Yeah, innocent. Sure. Barney was trying to get out of the home economics lesson when he just happened to pass by the guy getting a facial from the goddamn flower he was trying to pot. Seriously, what was wrong with this place? It's worse than porn. Porn would have a better plot.
He came to a stop, gesturing to his own face to indicate what was happening with the other guy.
"Yeah, mister, you got a little..."
No way he could miss it. But it was impressive how much it looked like... Well, y'know.
He paused, dug a handkerchief out of his pocket, and held ot out.
"Here."
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He startled -- or at least his heart pounded -- when the handkerchief was thrust at him. He looked at the man, a little surprised that he seemed to be an inch or two taller than him.
"Oh, thank you," Santana said with a smile. "When they said they were volatile, I didn't think they meant like that."
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It was an eye-catching outfit, that's for sure. His gaze was drawn to the bright fabric when the guy stood to check his clothing, inevitably, and although he couldn't place it, something about it seemed familiar. Maybe he'd remember eventually. It'd been a couple decades since he last watched any TV, so the existence of bullfighting as a concept wasn't exactly fresh in his mind. Of course, his outfit wouldn't be any less confusing from the other point of view - he was still going around in his black and gray uniform (sans the padded vest). Not by choice, but by necessity. It was the only warm clothing he owned.
"Who would? I didn't even know plants could do that." Xen plants, maybe, but you wouldn't be laughing then.
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He cleaned the sticky, viscous mess of his face, tipping his head back to make sure he got under his chin. Even as he cleaned himself up, all he could think about was the overly familiar consistency of it, which of course led to thinking about every time he'd gotten a face full, and then he was just pleasantly spiraling into thinking about cock.
He didn't realize he'd sort of stopped cleaning himself up and was just standing there in place, eyes slightly unfocused and lips parted to breathe a little faster.
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Plants weren't exactly on Barney's radar, either. They hadn't been totally wiped out in the invasion, thank god, but these days they were so few and far between that the most he ever took note of was the scrub brush along the coast and weeds growing up between the cracks in the sidewalks. And seeing them here didn't do anything to help the people back home, so. Moot point and all that.
When his attention returned to the guy who'd gotten jizzed on, he couldn't help but notice he'd checked out of the conversation. Eyes unfocused, Heavy breathing... Barney took a glance around the room and back, brow creased with growing suspicion. Didn't look like he was the only one, either. He hadn't been here long, but it was still long enough to learn there was a certain pattern to the shit that went down in this place.
"Aw, crap. What do you wanna bet this stuff is roofied, too?" Barney reached out like he was gonna shake the guy's shoulder, then stopped with his hand hovering midair. "There anyone here you trust? Somewhere I could take you?"
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Santana didn't know what one of those words meant, roofied, but it made him giggle a little bit. It sounded silly. He looked over at his unfortunate companion and smiled at him, slightly dreamily. Whatever was going on seemed find. He felt light and effervescent, and the sprawling desire climbing up from between his legs wasn't exactly unusual for him.
Inappropriate since they were in a florist shop, but not unusual.
He shook his head a little bit. "No, I just got here. All the people I trust are back home." The last was said with a bit of a long suffering sigh, and then Santana was glancing through his eyelashes like a flirt. "But you can take me somewhere, that would be fine."
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Funny thing was, he knew how. He'd taken it on himself to keep tabs on the new transplants for the years he'd lived in City 17, and now he'd fallen into the same habit here. There was no real reason not to, except that 1. This wasn't his dimension, and 2. things like this happened. But honestly, he probably should've been grateful. At least his life wasn't on the line. And the people who came here, they were still people, even if they weren't his people.
Barney sighed.
"That's what I was afraid of."
He turned his eyes toward his new buddy and rubbed the back of his neck.
"The stuff you got on you, it's making you want... certain things, right?"
Wildcard (Enjoy this big boi!)
That is until a blur of black and red charged through, slicing clean through them all with slashes of an absolutely massive scythe. The wielder spun, slamming the largest end down, causing black and red shadow blades to erupt up all around him, damaging the dummies more. The dummies soon were covered in a green glow, and replenished themselves.
He straightened, standing a staggering seven and half feet tall. The scythe's blades folding before he put it onto his back. Right then, both hands ended in glowing red claws, black and glowing red tentacles grew from his blonde hair and around his back and his eyes were black and red, giving him a strange other worldly look. A pearl was embedded in the center of his forehead, and the telltale black Submissive mark running down his chin and into the black feathered leather collar. "Excellent, the scales are working perfectly. At least for now, the aether is not quite fully sustainable..." he says, pulling out a journal to write down his notes.
After a moment he paused in his writing, not even looking up. "'Tis not a wise idea to run from a Hunter, if that was what you were going to do. We tend to give chase." he said, closing his book and turning to look directly in Santana's direction his eyes focusing with unerring accuracy. "Come, I do not bite.... Unless permission is given of course."
Santana loves a big boi !
But for right now, there was other things to keep him occupied. When he'd come across the patch, he'd been very familiar with the look of a training space. That struck him as unusual, considering that in his brief investigation, it didn't seem there was any arenas here that would require someone to need a training or proving ground in the first place. He'd sat down at the edge of the clearing, patient and intent. He wished he had one of his swords; it would be nice to train a little bit, especially if he was going to be here for a while.
And then, in a flurry of movement, Santana was watching something remarkable. He wasn't someone who was prone to startling, and he liked to think that he'd seen a lot of things, even in just nineteen years of life. But all of this display was something so entirely unfamiliar, so outlandish even to him, that he was left staring and a little slack jaw.
The height was, by far, the least startling thing about the whole thing.
"Oh," he said when he was addressed, blinking slightly. It was a beat, but then he had a smile on his face, as he shifted onto his knees and then rose to his feet. "I don't tend to run from new things -- but being chased isn't so bad."
7.5 ft tall Garlean giant (9ft in half dragon form XD)
The tentacles undulated just a bit around him, the ones on his back wrapping and coiling around the handle of the large weapon. "Now, what brings someone out to this area of the woods? I cannot say it is secluded, as no area is truly secluded here in this place." He said as the book vanished into shadow and he approached. The hair started blonde, but quickly faded to black with red streaks due to whatever was going on with his body. As he moved closer his body was engulfed with black and red bloody mist that soon vanished, leaving him looking human with fully golden blonde hair and pale blue eyes. A wraith like being swirling into view, and he glanced at it. "Yes yes, I know. Go." The creature let out a breathy moan and flew off elsewhere.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zenos Galvus." he said, with a small bow of his head. The way he walked and carried himself, he was no mere warrior or soldier. He had a regal air about him.
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Even as this graceful man assumed a more humanoid form, losing the spectacular mists that had surrounded him, he was still as tall as some of the minotaur. Santana wasn't short, but anything that tall meant he was craning his head back to look at them, and Santana didn't mind that at all.
"Santana," he said in response, matching the bow with one of his own. Instinctively, he pressed a fist against his chest -- and he nearly raised it, as well, like he would have at the arena. It was instinct at this point, but one that he managed to subdue before he looked like a complete idiot. "Really, I was just wandering. I wasn't quite paying attention to getting out here, it just happened. And I know a proving ground when I see it."
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Paint a pot
He smiles at the young man next to him, painting strands of wisteria over his pot. "Not new new," he says with a warm chuckle, "but certainly not as long as others. I believe it's been... nine months now?"
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"That's still a while," Santana pointed out, all easy smile and loose gestures. His painting was not nearly as neat and tidy as the flowers on his companion's pot. "Not a long while, but some settling? Getting used to things?"
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It's frustrating, and it's not even used for anything good; he's not exactly a stable presence himself, but it grates against him in a way he doesn't think he could explain to see these things used to control. Still, Santana doesn't need to hear that just yet. Or at all, maybe. "Though, I've also found some of it depends on what you're used to. So much of this city was completely foreign to me when I arrived, while others are used to things like the tablets and elevators." And indoor plumbing. Seriously, that's so good.
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He waved a hand sort of vaguely, not because he couldn't come up with the word for what he wanted to say but because it seemed to encompass a lot. After all, not long before this he'd had to sit through hours of the most mind numbing sexual education. Clearly, the people running this show weren't exactly keeping appraised of their populace.
"What's an elevator?" he asked with a tilt of his head. The device was, of course, a novelty, and the tall buildings, but it was mostly that so many of the people he'd met so far were, for lack of a better way to put it, boring. It just all looked like it was humans; where was everyone else?
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"You'd think," he agrees, but shrugs, "I can't say I understand why they do what they do. They're not terribly forthcoming about it." And he's pretty sure most, if not all, of what they've said have been lies. He's a good liar himself, he should know.
"Oh, they're like these boxes that take you up in the taller buildings," he explains cheerfully, "Instead of stairs. I suppose it's because so many of the buildings are so tall." He thinks it's a bit silly, but he doesn't avoid them either; they are faster a lot of the time.
eloise bridgerton | bridgerton | dominant
[This place is like a long lost memory, familiar and unfamiliar at once. Like she can recall being here, the building and other places, but it is a blur at the moment. She's sitting rather uncomfortable off to the side, looking around as if perhaps she might see someone familiar-- more so from home, but there are memories that trickle in and out, faces that feel like it has been a lifetime since she's seen.
She stands, placing her hands on her dress and lifting up. As awkward as she suddenly feels, piecing things together about sex and sexuality once more, she moves to peer around.]
'There is nothing new under the sun' seems to be a standard of this place then. [For as much of what she does remember, Duplicity has not changed.]
( planting the seed )
[The idea of gardening doesn't entirely appeal to her, but more so on the aspect of flower arranging. She knows she shouldn't play in the paint with the paint-a-pot, but once she's got the Bridgerton blue color on her fingers, it's hard to not want to play with it. Pressing the paint first between fingers and then threatening her partner to swipe against an arm or a cheek. Sorry, but this is far more fun than actually working with the plants themselves.
Though eventually she does get moved to potting flowers which is far more like flower arranging, and she wholly detests the thought of it, crinkling her nose as she puts a very phallic, light blue delphiniums into a pot before the pollen shoots right into her face, white and sticky.]
Perfect. [Eloise coughs out. She dislikes this even more.]
( bratty behavior )
[Anyone who knows Eloise Bridgerton would know that she hardly needs any extra outside force to make her more of a brat. She is only barely aware of the drug that's sent to her, and while she does not purposely take it-- listening to the instructions or not, it does end up consumed at some point during the morning.
She means to take this day to get reacquainted with the city, memories starting to come back in force. It makes sense to see if anything she remembers is still around, old stomping grounds and familiar people. It's sometime around noon after stopping for a tea that she feels the obstinance set in. She is a Dominant, so she does get some leeway and respect on the street, and while she doesn't care much about her position here, when someone tries to get her to go, she's still in the crosswalk itself.]
Do you not have two legs of your own? [She gestures around her as if they are not capable of walking around her.]
ooc: oh hello. so eloise was in game for about three and a half years before i needed a break in the fall. her canonpoint would likely be in season 5. her age would be a bit more ambigous with all the time jumping in and out so she's probably around 25 now? open to m/f or f/f though the latter may take a moment for her to readjust. i'm also totally fine if bratty behavior becomes game canon and we end up going for a citation if there's any other doms that want to tame a brat or subs that want to flip the script and tame a brat
on the edge
For the moment.
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I suppose some things do not change with you either. [He is not nearly as bandaged as he was, she is sure.]
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Join me if you'd like.
[A small shrug for the comment, he might contest it just a little.]
Some things. Others, well... I'd not one citation since your departure. How long has it been for you, at home?
Nancy Wheeler | Stranger Things | Dominant
Some people might find this type of setup to be boring, but Nancy couldn't be more pleased. From the classroom setting to pamphlets and pencils for taking notes, it all feels comfortingly familiar. Granted, the subject matter is a little out there, but Nancy is nothing if not adaptable.
She takes a moment to read over- and reread- the provided pamphlet, committing its contents to memory. The next hour is... certainly something, and she's left with more questions than answers. The list of names gives her pause, but only because she's wondering how the people in charge were able to guess at who was going to be sitting where. Ultimately, it's just another in a long line of mysteries.
Nancy is in high spirits, so she decides to go along with the homework for the time being. After a moment of deliberation, she turns to the person nearest to her and flashes a friendly smile. "What do you think- want to be my partner?"
» Planting the Seed
It's not terribly surprising when a helpful staff member finds her a partner almost as soon as she arrives. Interesting, yes, but not surprising. In a way, it makes bit of sense that they'd want people to be working together for something like this. As frustrating as it might be, Nancy can see the value in working with others.
After the seminar, a cute little gardening setup seems almost underwhelming. And yet, here they all are. Nancy tosses a curious glance over at her partner and then returns her attention to the selection of flower pots. Arts and crafts has never really been one of her strong suits, but in the spirit of cooperation, she's willing to give it a try.
An hour and a couple of carefully decorated pots later, and they're moving on to planting seeds. While it might not be her first choice of hobbies, a little light gardening turns out to be a surprisingly pleasant way to pass the time. Watching the seeds immediately sprout is probably the most surprising part.
By the time they've moved on to potting flowers, this has all started to grow on her. She's smiling when she turns to say something to her partner, and maybe she should have been paying more attention because then maybe she would have been able to avoid disaster. Being treated to a face full of sticky white pollen as soon as she turns back around had never been part of the plan, and yet...
"Well, that's great."
» Wildcard
Nancy is nosy by nature so feel free to find her pretty much anywhere that characters are allowed to be. Her canon point is tentatively post-season 4, but I might change that up if I decide to app. I'm open to m/f and f/f, though the latter might take a bit of build up. I'll also match either format so follow your heart.
Elcin | Original Character | Submissive
Elcin is used to making himself small. Used to needing to walk on eggshells around his peers, second guessing his every move because those around him either don’t know him, or simply have a bias against him. He’s crammed himself into the back of the train car, legs drawn up as close as he can get them with his large frame. He’s bracing one hand on the overhead railing, and finds himself distracted by the tour they are on.
He could tell immediately something wasn’t right, something was different, but it’s seeing the city and hearing about his place in society that solidified it. He sighs, pedipalps rubbing together nervously as he gazes out the window. It was one thing to be listed as submissive in bed, he can be! He has been! But submissive in all aspects? He frowns, all four eyes narrowing as he weighs his options. What was the consequence of rebellion?
The train jerks unexpectedly, sending him careening into someone next to him, and he immediate rights himself, and them as quick as he can.
“My apologies, I did not mean to lose my balance.” He says coolly, ensuring that the person next to him was all right. “I’m not used to trains quite like this.”
There’s a hint of irritation in his expression, the slight narrow of his eyes, the frown on his lips, but it’s unclear if it’s directed at his new found acquaintance.
On The Edge
Its a wonder that he can navigate through human society. Accommodations aren’t common for those his size, but he’d have liked at least something other than a flimsy chair to try and sit on. He curls his legs up under him, taking a seat at a table as he lifts up the pamphlet. Orgasm Control for Beginners, he raises a brow.
“Ah.” He frowns, flipping through the pages as he reviews the information provided. He was no beginner, and idea of orgasm denial and control being something he enjoys regularly. “I suppose it if I must…” he mutters to himself, picking up the pen as though he was ready to take notes.
He was familiar enough with human anatomy, but maybe a refresher was necessary.
“I feel like a practical demonstration would be better than simply discussing it..” he says quietly as the instructor drones on.
Planting The Seed: Plant Your Seed
”Planting seeds,” he starts as he yanks out another weed, “was not on my list of things to do in the city.”
Well, planting these seeds, maybe. Maybe the metaphor was a little heavy handed, but he supposes that’s just how this place is. It’s forward, open about sex that it’s fully integrated into their society. It reminds him of the Verol in that way, where it’s seen as just a natural thing to use sex as a bartering tool.
“Are these mandatory events always like this?” He assumes that they have them frequently enough to encourage sex to occur for quota. “Or are we lucky with this one?”
He means hands on, but “like this” is likely to be subjective.
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[Have another idea? Please don’t hesitate to ping me at this journal for a custom starter! His information is a little outdated, but if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask! He’ll be exploring the city as much as he can anyway, so please if you’d like to find him some where (he’s pretty easy to spot) just let me know.]
All Aboard
When the train does jerk and a large body does impact him, his own four eyes glance at the oddly shaped being. "It happens, they really MUST fix these tracks." he says, his own mark of submission and collar in full view against silvery blue scales. A smile curves his lips as his tail did the job he wanted it to do, it kept him upright.
"You are going to have the same problems I do, fitting into every damn building here." he muses, leaning against the train's pole.
cloud strife / final fantasy vii ( submissive )
planting the seeds. ( pots )
wildcard.
Planting the Seeds
All along his arms and torso, as he is topless, small runes softly glow. Anyone sensitive to magic will FEEL the pure arcane energy from this being. When the blonde next to him exclaims out he meows and blinks, then giggles when the plant spits on him. He leans in close, no boundaries with this one to sniff the sticky pollen before backing up a bit tilting his head and smirking.)
You, my friend, are gonna be in for a FUUUUUUUN time soon! That there is a powerful aphrodisiac! I prolly shouldn't touch it.. Uh.... (He looks around before pulling out a small vial and a small scraping tool before scraping it off of Cloud's cheek and sealing the vial.) There. But it's already soaking into your system. Not much I can do to counteract it...
(And that's when the formerly cute feline's demeanor changes, his eyes narrow and his voice drops. He walks two clawed fingers up his arm.) But I can help run it out of your system.. I'm quite good at that... Name's Lucifer Mink... (His voice is a silken purr to the ear now, full of the promise of pleasure and who knows what else as he flicks the tip of his tongue over a fang.)
vil schoenheit | twisted wonderland | dominant
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[ Hello! Former player who hasn't been here in years, just dropping in to test the waters!
Feel free to hmu on my ooc contact if you want to do any other prompt, I'm open to the nsfw ones too but Vil wouldn't be comfortable participating right away unless he really knows someone!
Since he is being TDMed as a newcomer to duplicity and still figuring out how the city works, all are welcome to tag! tension, conversation, and social dynamics are great! If you're playing a castmate, he will recognize them of course. Say hello the fairest one of all- ☆ ! ]
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Sign him up.
But he still stops, and then turns, his eyes widening slightly when he realizes that Vil is real. ]
Vil??
[ he is processing. don't mind him. it's been awhile since he's seen him, after all. ]
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What's with that reaction, Kalim? Surely I don't look any different?
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[ Kalim fully turns-- and opposite to Vil, he has the tattoo and collar of a submissive, though this one seems to have been picked out with care for him. someone who thought very highly of aesthetics. ]
Rook is going to be so happy!
[ and he immediately rushes up to greet him with a hug-- after all... it's been over a year. ]
all aboard
the sound of vil's voice does get another passenger on the train, who had been reading something on her phone and not paying much attention to the people boarding and exiting, to look up. yuuna's eyes widen at the sight of him, and before the hapless local can say anything else, she leans into the aisle to interrupt.]
...Vil?
[that's right, it is about that time when new arrivals start to show up, isn't it?
((ooc - hey there! feel free to have him recognize or not recognize yuuna as you like; i know we don't really have a set yuu yet for the pomefiore manga, and she's from the scarabia one (but from a later game canonpoint) - i'm totally open to playing it however would be most fun for you!))]
YUUNA OMG I LOVE HER 😍
Recognition does land for him, much to his surprise, but he also isn't as surprised as he could be that Yuu is presenting as this now. He'll just be chalking it up to the strange environment itself. ]
So you're here too. I do hope you weren't sneaking pictures secretly, or I will have to charge you for them.
[ ooc; HELLO!! I'm having Vil recognize all the Yuus from the manga/novel, he's just going to assume there's some multiverse shenanigans going on, so he'll be chill about it, haha!! (Gathers them all into my arms no one gets left out you're all here now) ]
it is a CRIME that the aspiring model yuu isn't in the pomefiore manga tbh..........
[she does have a polaroid camera in her bag, but it's safely stowed away for now. anyway, she gets up from her seat and carefully moves over to join him where he is, gesturing for someone else sitting near him to get out of the way. that person gives her a disgruntled look, and she just kind of stares them down for a few long moments before they move.
she slides into their spot and grins up at him, noting the lack of a submissive's collar. whew, that's probably a good thing.]
You would not believe how many of us here, though. It's wild. Rook's going to be so surprised to see you.
RIGHT THOUGH!!! I'm looking forward to Pome!Yuu but she'd have been great for Pome too!!
He shifts to let her into the seat, observing her look- at the very least, she seems to be in good spirits despite what they're being exposed to, and while it does bring up the unpleasant memory of being kidnapped before, the thought of more of them being here is a small comfort.
They can cause trouble, as needed, after all.
Her mention of Rook makes him lift an eyebrow- ]
I'd hope he wouldn't be too surprised. We were just together before I arrived here.
[ Hmm... ]
Unless you're suggesting you've been here much longer than I have?
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So, hi, Vil! Cater all but swivels in his seat to spot him in the crowd of Orientation-goers. As soon as they're set free from the lecture, he's heading over. As suggested, Cater's sporting the identifying line and collar of a submissive]
Good thing I'm, like, the yapper of all time, am I right? LOL.
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His gaze does linger on the Submissive tattoo on his neck, a frown crossing his expression before he meets his gaze. ]
You look a little too enthusiastic about this.
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[He laughs, but then does seem to lose an edge of that enthusiasm to clarify--]
I mean, better than having to go it with a stranger, right?
[Really, truly, it was bittersweet. There was always a sense of realization that you missed someone from home, no matter what your relationship might've been with that person. A connection that reminded you of where you're rom and what you were aching about. And then...that this place was Duplicity. That nobody deserved to be brought here. Seven, Vil was going to hate everything about this place. And probably be loud about hating it, Cater realizes as he pulls at a lock of his hair.]
I could grumble about it, if you want.
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You couldn't pay me to get near that thing.
[the voice addressing Vil is familiar and just as full of laughter as he's expecting. what a terrible time to run into Leona Kingscholar!]
I can smell that from over here.
Why don't you handle it on your own? I'm sure our newest diligent Housewarden can handle a little pollen.
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Of course it's him. By now he's likely gotten some idea that the others have been here much longer than he'd have thought, so the remark about being the "newest" only gets a raised eyebrow, huffing at his laughter. ]
To think a mere plant could get you intimidated, Leona. You'll hardly see me shying away from something that ought to behave.
[ But, he's done with this either way and continues to wipe his face carefully. ]
Why are you here, then?
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[he murmurs, though it's not the plant he's particular about. he watches Vil clean his face and wonders— how long will it take before something gets weird?]
And now I'm offended. You can't think it's that strange for me to check in on our old guard, can you?
[except he can absolutely think that and Leona knows he can think that, and that's exactly what makes it acceptable for Leona to kind of just imply his concern. he doesn't expect Vil to believe him, so there's nothing gained and nothing lost.]
Lucifer Mink > Original Character > Dominant
Lucifer meows when he’s put on the train, his tail frizzed up. They tried to take his collar off, but failed due to the combination of biomechanical and magickal lock on it. It feels weird to him to be classified as a Dominant, but he guesses it makes sense with his increase in power as the Archdemon of Depravity and Pleasure. He plops his butt down in a seat, currently in his six foot four form, crossing one digitigrade leg over the other, his taloned toes curling a bit, the other set tapping the floor. His claws are large and very sharp on his feet, with a smaller opposable fifth claw for gripping things.
His black horns gleam in the light, sweeping back over his head before splitting behind his ears and curling around them. He smirks when he realizes he still has access to his toy cabinet, that’s his DOMAIN, he can’t perform as well without it.
His golden eyes look around as he purrs sweetly to all who come near, his demeanor non-threatening. When someone does sit near him, he beams, his ears perking. “Hiya! I’m Lucifer. This place is sure strange…” he purrs, his voice a silken sound to the ear.
Plant Your Seed
Lucifer LOVES gardening! He happily flits around, prepping soil, testing PH balances, and passing around supplies before he’s MADE to sit down with a partner. He whines adorably when he’s made to do so, since he was enjoying helping everyone else. Then he’s given his own patch to work with, extra weedy.
Tail waving he gets to work, his claws natural trowels as he gets the weeds out and tosses them aside. He smiles, sitting back to allow his partner to do some of the work, his dark skin shining. “I do so love helping bring new life into the world, be it plants or animals!” he purrs sweetly, despite his demonic nature.
Wildcard
((Lucifer will thoroughly explore the city, and as a dominant, he’ll happily provide escort services to any uncontracted submissive who may wanna check things out! TECHNICALLY he’s been in Dup before, but it wasn’t very long due to IRL kicking my butt, and he was never played in Dup, just app’d.
Despite his demonic nature, he’s really a sweet little sex kitten who’s just as happy to snuggle on the couch as well as be bound and bled, or bind and bleed someone. He’s fully adaptable and fluid for whatever the scenario calls for, so feel free to PM me here, his inbox or on discord! ( Evildemoncat on discord! ) ))