TDM #4 OVERFLOW

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« « « HERE WE ARE AGAIN

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

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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

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

» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER

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

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

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TDM #4 | TDM #4 REVISED

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Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[misskringle]

[Going to say she would be a sub due to blue-green eyes, Gotham has the worst coloring for pics! Canon point is during the GCPD shooting in "Knock,Knock" and without her glasses during the arrival portion.]

[Arrival]

[Kristen was simply confused, granted the landing while in a hail of bullets was a factor. But the forced nudity did not settle her nerves, being without her glasses only making things that much worse. But the sooner she has proper clothing the better but for now she slips into meek robot mode, easier to just not make waves right? But anyone can see this is not easy once she speaks.]

Please tell me we do get proper clothing? [In the process she shivers from both nerves and the fact she's freezing. Plus she's almost crashed into 3 doms and several higher ups along the way.]
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Autonomy

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

Does this place have red wine?
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Network

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

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

[But she looks down before speaking again.]

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

Have Kristen will travel!

Network - video;

[voicedbyjarvis]

[A mid-aged, pale haired man with striking blue eyes (and the clear black line going down his throat that comes with it) appears on the feed, with a small smile:]

Unless a city recently changed its name, I've never heard of a 'Gotham' before. At least, not in my world.

[He gives her a curt, polite nod.]

A pleasure to meet you, Kristen.

Gaku Yaotome | IDOLiSH7 | Dominant

[diamondfusion]

[original post]

lies travel in company

[Being on a train isn't wholly unfamiliar for Gaku, but he'll admit if lightly pressed that he much prefers to drive. Seems he doesn't have a choice here, especially since he's new, this is weird, and everything about the last few hours has been moderately freaky. In so many ways.

He watches the other passengers more than the scenery, though quick glances at it are allowed here and there, and he snaps a picture or two with his camera halfheartedly. He'll take it in more on the ride back than the ride out. For now, he wants to see if there are any familiar faces. Vaguely, he hopes there aren't. It wouldn't suit anyone he knows at all to be in this predicament, no even really himself. He's an idol, not a lover, certainly not a kinky one! But he'll at least appear to be taking it in stride as he offers a winning smile to the person who takes a seat beside him. It's a bit empty of meaning, but it looks sincere enough. The smile of a man who sells happiness for a living. Not bad, but maybe if you're astute enough, you'll see it's acting.]

Good afternoon. Am I taking up too much space?

end in the discord

I choose the third door.

[Gaku didn't know what to expect when he stepped in here, but the thrum of music is somehow the most soothing think that's happened since he arrived. It's unfettered and unforced, and he feels better about just being himself. Well, as much as he can be when he can't retreat into the idol persona. That said, Gaku takes the whole thing as a challenge. To not be curt and cold out of self defense. To be warm and welcoming and idol-like, to bring smiles to whoever he meets.

In the spirit of such, he joins the random lottery. He wanders the club, observing everyone and everything, his own outfit looking comfortably casual. He's concerned it's too casual, but like hell was he going to wear one of his idol outfits in a club. He has to play down his identity and blend in, for now. Though he barely sips at it, he gets a drink for appearances.

A while later, he receives the message. A name and description. And when he finds that person, he'll raise his glass slightly and offer a smile that can only be described as sexy.]

Well, won't we make an interesting pair?

table it for later

[Other things, Gaku could handle. Other things, Gaku could blend in or at least pretend--he's an idol, after all, and a persona is an important part of it. But this? This kind of goes above and beyond, and he's wondering, as he watches the woman sink to the floor, just what the hell he's been thrown into and how he can ostensibly skate by unscathed. Unchanged. He'll go with the flow to a degree, but he can't imagine just yet his own ability to make someone do something like the act he's witnessing. But that's it, isn't it? That's what he's here for, to overcome the discomfort and find a way to make do. He's assigned a role, and like an actor, like an entertainer, he's here to provide. He won't dance like a marionette, but he will assuredly study and take in all the information he can to get by.

He sees someone who looks just as out of place as he does, but who is obviously a Submissive, and makes his way over to them casually, comfortably. He doesn't want to look overly eager. But he'll be blunt about the situation.]

...It's a little out there, isn't it? What do you think?

wildcard

[Anything goes! Message me at hotpants!]

closed to Asra

[diamondfusion]

[continued from here]

[Gaku nods, pushing the button. He supposes this really is just a different OS on a smartphone, that sort of thing. He'll catch on once he actually tries. But he figures it out, taking the information down and adding Asra to his contacts.]

Friends?

[Gaku takes his hand.]

Not that I have any others here. I'll rely on you, then.

6O | Nier: Automata | Submissive

[jupitersfortune]

[Copied and continued from here, go ahead and hmu with new tag-ins]

hello, world
[And what a big world it is. 6O seems to be doing her level best to look everywhere at once as she waits for the ride to her "temporary housing", turning this way and that to follow the paths of passersby and vehicles until one of the locals waiting here hisses for her to cut it out and stay still.

He's a human. Of course she stops. He might not have the authority by the rules of this city and the line down his throat, but he does by the purpose built into her very code.

Her eyes still dart back and forth though, trying to take in everything. It's more than she can process right now; she keeps unconsciously reaching out, trying to link into the familiar mesh of her fellow Operators' minds, only to find nothing. Proof, if the noise and the dust and the color and the people weren't enough, that she's not on the Bunker anymore. It's a strange, unmoored feeling, like the earth (the earth!!) isn't entirely stable under her feet- or maybe that's just her processors overloading. This is so much. That's all she can really feel about it now: it's just. A lot. A lot a lot.

... The seating on the bus sure leaves a lot to be desired once it arrives, though. It's hard, and doesn't fit nearly as nicely to her body as her workstation, and the cushion is somehow... sticky? It feels less than pleasant against her artificial skin, anyway, and while she's not all that worried about her near nudity (having her face uncovered feels more exposed, really), the paper gown leaves more of her in contact with this thing than she'd like.

She still manages a cheery if somewhat dazed smile for the person sitting nearest to her, and blurts out the first thought she can string into a sentence:]

Hi— uh— is it always like this?

on the up and Up
[That shopkeeper didn't tell her to go back Down when she tried to buy herself some water, but after she showed him her neck as requested he didn't let her stay in the shop, either... Is she actually allowed to be up here on her own? She must be, because she's seen a few other people with a submissive's mark and nobody with them, but maybe it's different if they have a contract. The worry that she might be breaking the rules is an uncomfortable static in the back of her mind, but as soon as she saw this place from the train she knew she had to come back to North Park.

She winds up spending a good chunk of the afternoon here, wandering the formal gardens, admiring the few kinds of flowers that thrive this time of year, watching the fish. Maybe kind of trying to catch the fish? Just a little? To see what touching a real, live animal feels like? Not that she actually manages to grab one, but still- enjoy the ridiculous sight of a young woman, seemingly underdressed for the weather (all that mesh can't possibly keep the chill out), sticking her hands in the water to reach for a passing koi.]

table it for later
[With her proper uniform back in her possession, 6O's status isn't immediately obvious. Her veil is back in place, the black and gold almost entirely opaque and long enough to brush her collarbones; the dark line shows through the mesh front of her suit, but blends in with its coloring. It's clearly the submissive she pays most attention to though, attentive as if she expects to be tested on this.

Even with most of her face covered, there's a clear discomfort in her expression when Miriam starts stacking items on her partner. They're both human. Why would either of them lower herself to the role of furniture when they're so much more? (Isn't that super inefficient, anyway? An actual table would take less upkeep than a human or an android.)

Maybe someone else here can shed some light on the issue. She turns to the nearest reasonably-friendly-looking person and whispers:]

Do all submissives have to do that?

wildcard
[thotobots, roll out again. hmu at insanityprelude/SpaceBees #3370 if you want to discuss something!]

>> noctis.

[jupitersfortune]

[original thread]

Sounds like a good idea. Let's everybody focus on conversation and not... whatever those people are up to.

"Not a town, exactly," although if he doesn't press for details she won't be offering an explanation, "but yeah, that's an understatement. This makes it all feel so closed in... Uh, literally and figuratively. What about yours?"

milla maxwell ✨ tales of xillia ✨ dominant.

[divinestreak]

original top level. open to new tag-ins!

LIES TRAVEL;

[ she held to her mission at the cost of her life. it is that thought alone that keeps milla from suffering too much anxiety as she boards the train to travel around the city of duplicity. the lance was destroyed; she had lived up to her promise as maxwell and the ideal self jude had seen in her. she let none of them down, but more importantly — she didn't let herself down.

even if she's not the real maxwell, milla had a mission to accomplish.

only for a moment does she take her seat, rising and turning to look out the window at the passing scenery. eyebrows furrow and her head tips. ]

Humans always create such interesting things, but I've never seen a place that looks like this. Nothing about it is natural. [ there are too many angles; the colors are too cold. ] The buildings are tall and they stand on their own. It's quite impressive.

CALORIC INTAKE;

[ pick a restaurant, any restaurant in the up, and milla is there. with her dom status she's been enabled to get pretty much anything she could ever want from basically anywhere so of course when your character stumbles upon her, she is almost lost behind a short stack of used plates. how long has she been there? hours, probably. she has taken her time eating each course brought before her, but in her endless curiosity for human experiences and need to keep her body running, milla has steadily worked her way down every single article on the menu.

yet she doesn't seem willing to stop. milla finishes one plate, waits for a few minutes, and then looks excitedly at the next plate brought to her. much like home, there is no guarantee as to when she'll be able to have another meal, so for now — she will indulge.

but seriously girl, all those plates, how can you stay so thin?? ]

TABLED;

[ milla read everything about humans that she could get her hands on, everything from the economics of reize maxia to the sexual habits of many different people, to the more intimate details of families and how they function. nothing about this scenario surprises her but she shows incredible interest as it unfolds in front of her, one hand tucked up under her chin. she'll speak to whomever is standing next to her, dominant or submissive, as the scene draws to a close and the pair ask if anyone would like to volunteer. ]

I've heard that some people can only experience true freedom when they're tied and bound. Are you one of those people?

WILDCARD;
( throw anything at me or PM if you wanna hash something out! )

yaotome gaku.

[divinestreak]

( from here. )

[ analysts and critics... well, books have their own critics, for sure. it's perhaps not that weird. ]

I'm not sure where to begin. What would you like to know?

[ she can't give a full history, that would take too long, but an overview would be okay. ]

Qi'ra → Star Wars → Dominant

[toplieutenant]

[original comment here]

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Starters below for others, or comment with your own!

for {song of ice}

[toplieutenant]

[from here]

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[That's entirely fair, she supposes, though she'd have done anything to leave Corellia, and did.]

And now that you're here? Are you finding it easy to... [She contemplates him as she searches for the best words.] Stretch your wings?

tenn kujo / idolish7 / dominant

[nineroutes]

( original top level here! I'm still open to new tag ins and will be moving my threads from my previous top level over to this one. )

lies travel in company

[ with a cap over his obviously pink hair, fake glasses and a scarf covering the lower half of his face, tenn is kind of pulling out most of the stops he usually uses to blend in with the people on the train.

the only thing that seems to give away the fact that he's not as familiar as he seems to be is that his eyes are sharp, staring, lingering way longer on certain people than they should, long enough that it's piercing, almost, even without making eye contact. but on the off-chance that he's been caught staring, looking a little bit too hard in places that he shouldn't be, there's a slight crinkle to the hard edges of tenn's eyes, the way he lifts his chin slightly, pulls down his scarf to at least show that he's smiling, to acknowledge that he's been caught staring.

he doesn't say anything else, otherwise.

but maybe he does, after a deliberate pause and a small smirk, turn his face away to look outside of the window of the train, to look at the scenery passing outside, the disparity between the districts as the train passes between the up and the down. ]

end in the discord

[ for someone who usually doesn't go to clubs (think of the scandal it would cause, and tenn has always been professional), tenn kujo is remarkably in his element when he enters through the doors of Autonomy.

it's a quaint name, even as he's dressed to the nines, the kind of outfit that's meant to make an impression upon first entrance, and it's initially the curiosity that causes him to decide that he might as well join in the random lottery that this place seems to be holding tonight. what could possibly go wrong?

his name flickers across your screen, and it's followed up quickly with a brief message directing you to the bar.

it's not difficult to find him, in the centre of the bar, sitting on a bar stool looking out at the other people around him, one of his legs crossed delicately over the other, propping his chin up with one of his hands.

he smiles. ]

Are you looking for me? My name is Kujo Tenn.

wildcard.

( want a specific starter or anything not in these prompts? i'm flexible, hit me with whatever! alternatively, you can reach me at diamondfusion if you want to plot anything out before threading! ♡ )

ELSA

[nineroutes]

( from here )

[ if elsa has any problems with concealing and not feeling, tenn has none of those - his expression is still a perfect mask, covered as it is by his glasses and his scarf, keeping his gaze steady, constant as she crosses the train over to the empty seat next to him, tenn shifting slightly so that there's enough space to accommodate her dress. ]

It's no problem, you seem like you needed it.

[ it's said lightly, but even so, he doesn't look away from her. ]

It must be overwhelming.

Ibuki Mioda | Danganronpa | Dominant

[fretless]

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

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

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

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

[wattlimit]

[Honestly Denki was... pretty fucking freaked out, all things considered. He doesn't remember how, or why but in the midst of combat training he'd been swiped away by someone and forced to go through doors... and then stripped clean of his clothes and all of that was just too much to comprehend. He felt violated, and was scared about what this kind of situation could entail-- kidnapping and suddenly being looked over by doctors? Was he going to be put into some kind of weird Sci-Fi experiment? His Quirk was pretty damn powerful so he wouldn't blame them for wanting to check it out deeper but they could have at least asked first!

Either way with that all over he's now followed basically anyone that looked friendly, while also trying not to cry over the fact that he's walking around in nothing but a hospital gown. At least he's not alone in that, but it's embarrassing all the same and he just wants to go home.

Then, just when he's starting to feel like he's reached his limit a cute girl tugs on his sleeve and asks if he wants to go shopping and the smile on his face is one of complete and utter relief. He's not sure who she is, but she's his saviour right now and he gives Ibuki a nod and snaps towards her excitedly.]

I like the sound of that! I don't really get what's going on, to be honest, but I do know that I need a pair of pants ASAP.

Eizen | Tales of Berseria | Submissive

[coinflipped]

original top level

i. HERE WE ARE AGAIN

[Being ushered around and told what to do is not something Eizen is very good at even if he’s trying to be as polite as he can be as he sneers at the medics helping him. Though once he’s free and on the train ride, things become more bearable.

It’s not a ship, but exploring is part of his nature, so he’ll take it. However, seeing the roles and the people content with who they are, well… he’s not buying this. People who are content to serve others— okay so it’s one thing if they’re doing it of their free will, but it's another to be told he has to for a blind decision he made. He’s also not fond of the mark that’s been placed on him, but what can he do other than just get upset about it.

As long as someone doesn’t try to tell him what to do, he’ll be fine. Though it’s clear he’s a little uneasy about it as a result since he doesn’t really need to be singled out about this.

Hah…]

I suppose this is all part of my curse.

[At least that helps him keep this all light-hearted despite the fact that he’s absolutely pissed.]

ii. AT THE DOWN

[Eizen notes the food here is awful. Right now, he's thankful he’s a Malak because he doesn’t need food to live. Though when he tries to grab a beer just so he has something, he does cough at the awful taste not at all happy with what he's been given.

With a scowl of disapproval, he protests:]

Isn’t there anything better?

[He’s happy to have his free will, but being treated like trash just for this designation he’s been given is sort of grating on his nerves. With a sigh, he finishes his drink, but he’s unhappy about it. Clearly, he’s going to be breaking a lot of rules playing this role and quite frankly, part of him is okay with it. It’s honestly no fun if everything was just handed to him, right?]

iii. AUTONOMY

[Whether it’s by chance or by actual snooping (probably both) Eizen is able to get access to the ‘traveling’ club. Here, he’s visibly more at ease since he doesn’t have to prance around so many rules. Not that he minds breaking them, but here he is.

Here he is with a bottle of rum at his disposal to drink as he watches others. He’s not human, so sex was never necessary for him, but he’s curious about it. Humans are passionate and he knows they love to court. He’s seen his own men on his ship try to bring women back countless times in their fits of passion (or horniness) that have overcome them. He likes women himself and finds them aesthetically pleasing, but never has he felt the need to court. Of course, Malakhim can have relationships, but it’s not quite the same and the emotion of suddenly feeling like another Malak has a ‘relationship’ with one another, well it’s a very sudden feeling that no one really tries to argue with.

So he’s curious. He wants to know more from the humans (and nonhumans who have desires) here. Grabbing a glass he pours a second bottle of rum for someone who’s eye he’s caught while sitting at a booth.]

Join me for a drink.

[He wants to know how this works since a lot of his experience in ‘courting’ back home has left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.]

WILDCARD

((hit me up at aidios for any plotting or questions in general!))

Rokurou

[coinflipped]

[from here

Sometimes he wonders what a person has to be like to actually miss the Reaper, but he has a sister who is always telling him she wants to join him on his journal, and their ragtag bunch hung around each other for so long that maybe it's just what people who want a challenge do. Or masochists.

Or both.

With the hand being offered, Eizen considers for a second to turn it down. However, for once he'll be the mature one and actually take it, if only because it's good leverage to get through the ceiling panel (and less use of earth artes that he could use to push him up. No need to wreck the poor elevator that honestly did nothing wrong but try to help the Reaper).]

So is there a way out or what?

[Because this is just plain weird. Also, let's hope the elevator doesn't decide to take a tumble as he gets a proper footing on top of the Trust Box.]

reign fear | blood bank | submissive

[eaudevamp]

[ original top level | prompt C slightly altered ]

a) lies travel in company
[ This... this was not what Reign had expected at all. Sure, he was pleased to find himself designated as a Submissive, because that was what he was and had always wanted to be — proud to be, in fact — but it was the part and parcel of the role that rubbed him the wrong way. It was the thought of possibly sharing a room with a human that made him somewhat uncomfortable. Not that he despise humans. Oh, no, not at all. He just wasn't used to the idea of being on equal footing with them, considering the social hierarchy of his world. It wasn't as if he could request to room with a fellow vampire either, right?

The arrival of the train snapped Reign from his thoughts, and he boarded along with the other Dominants and Submissives, settling down in one of the empty seats situated at the back. He sighed as he looked out the window, temporarily resigning himself to his current predicament. Perhaps, if he could find a suitable Dom… The only hiccup, he realised, was to search for a non-human one unless someone managed to change his mind. ]

Lovely day, isn't it?

[ He said to no one in particular, referring to the cold weather. The one silver lining about the Down was that the temperature agreed well with him, despite the paper gown he was still wearing. ]

b) table it for later
[ Now this was more to his taste, Reign thought as he stood in the conference room, his eyes glued to the two women demonstrating the kink. His gaze turned glassy as he watched the way the Dominant treated her Submissive during the demonstration, somewhat envious of how intimate they were even though it wasn't sexual. A part of Reign was hesitant about letting a human hold any form of power over him, but with the blindfolds, maybe he can pretend his partner was a vampire, or at the very least, not a human.

His troubled look must have caught Miriam's attention, because when the Dominant requested for volunteers, he was picked. Too late to school his expression, Reign held his head up as he stood forward, his panicking heart beating wildly in his chest. ]

"Now, could I get a volunteer to be his partner?"

[ Welp... ]

c) network | un : eaudevamp
so... i've two questions of utmost importance and urgency.

1. does the name shell overlord ring a bell to anyone?
2. are there any non-human dominants seeking a submissive?

d) wildcard
[ Feel free to hit me up at miershyk if you've any suggestions/questions in mind. ]

d) wildcard

[onemiracle]

[Reign does indeed have to share his room with a human. It just turns out it's a human who isn't entirely a stranger.

When Eric makes it to the cramped apartments he isn't sure how he's going to handle this. The last three years he has lived almost entirely on his own in a seaside home that he and Shell had rebuilt. He's been isolated with his own space and privacy. Now he's supposed to share a tiny apartment with someone else. He isn't sure how that will work out exactly.

And then he arrives, goes to his room, opens the door, and finds the roommate he's meant to share with isn't exactly a stranger.

He freezes and blinks in surprise.]

You...!

Ranulf | Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance | Dominant

[bestmothercat]

[[ HERE WE ARE AGAIN ]]

[A]

[ So.

That orientation is a thing. Those positions were... a thing. Ranulf's tail swishes behind him as he looked on with a mix of boredom (because he would hope he already knows about the birds and the bees.) and amusement at reactions of other attendees.

Beorc culture was not dull, the laguz will give it that much.

Maybe he'll offer friendly distraction to the more uncomfortable watching the seminar. To lessen the sting! Or to just offer any comfort. Juuust going to lean over to the person next to him. ]

So. Did you learn anything from that? [Because Ranulf had to think about that question for himself, honestly. Except that the submissives sure were gonna have it hard... He'd be determined to help any out when he can. ]

[B]

[You're probably freezing in this weather. Or maybe this cold doesn't bother you. Did you just arrive? Were you just minding your own business after being here for while?

Well, Ranulf in his cat form is very warm and just knows he wanted to offer you some warmth. So this panther-sized cat is nuzzling up to your side while you were among the town and he comes across you.

Will you pet a predator cat or try to avoid it? (Avoiding it might be hard if you have food in your possession because he might be eying that.)]



[C]

[ WILD CARD. Wanted to do something else with Ranulf? Feel free to contact me! My plurk is here: https://www.plurk.com/uminoballad ]

For kitsuneodore

[bestmothercat]

[And that just confirmed the laguz's hunch. Then again, it didn't need to be from what he observed of this man. In fact, it gave Ranulf the decision to shapeshift into his human form before this other man. ]

Disappointed? Hardly. In fact, I'm only more intrigued! [A playful wink as his tail swishes behind him.]

Lurine Hollister | Submissive | Agent of Hel | OTA

[thelamia]

I. Traveling

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

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

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

Tell me, how are you taking all this in?

II. Autonomy

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

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

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

III. Beach

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

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

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

IV. Network Post

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

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

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

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

[They honestly weren't that good.]

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

For Lust

[thelamia]

[Knowing she's facing someone very much predator and not prey makes Lurine react a little differently than she would otherwise. There's a level of wariness and respect there both. This isn't a toy to be played with, at least not in the normal way Lurine goes about taking charge and flirting with people.

This is going to be fun for the old monster. She loves a good challenge.]

Lurine roughly translates to 'Garden of Paradise.' [Which certainly says something about the way she views herself. Lurine is a vain creature and no mistake, but she can at least back it up with proof. Most people don't have a kiss that can paralyze people with sexual ecstasy.] I like to stand out with something unique.

James "Bucky" Barnes | Marvel 616 | Dominant

[carrytheshield]

[Reposted from the other TDMs.]

<< Here we are Again >>

[Bucky feels uncomfortable with the whole thing pretty much from the get-go. But, he does his best to deal with it. Really, being picked up in a limo is far from the worst thing that's ever happened to him, so he tries to be polite. Scope things out, get a feel for the City that he's been placed in.

He's trying not to draw attention to himself, but, well- the outfit that he's wearing isn't exactly subtle. For the moment he's got the cowl pulled down, as wearing a mask isn't the best way to get to know people. For the moment he's mostly trying to find someplace where he can get himself some jeans, but there seems to be a bit of a commotion going on. He's trying to parse out exactly what's going on and where but for the moment he can't here the origin of the sounds.

But distracted as he is, looking over his shoulder and trying to trace the sounds- he stops just short of walking into someone, combat reflexes largely what actually prevent the collision. He looks just a little bit apologetic when he turns to look at who it is that he's almost collided with. Maybe you've seen his face around before, or the shield that he carries.]

Hey-- don't suppose you know where the closest department store is?

[He's got a bit of an accent, though it's a little more Midwest than anything.]


<< Sub Sickness >>

[Eventually, he figures out what's going on, happens to be there when people start cornering someone like they're trying to drive them out. This is a strange place with strange customs, and maybe Bucky could have kept on walking, but all it takes is the fact that the person they're focused on is distressed, or angry, and it's enough to spur him into motion.

He cuts in, putting himself between the the sub whose mark has changed color enough to incite the ire of the citizens, and the person attempting to herd them away. He holds up a hand, trying to buy them some space to breathe, time for him to find out what's going on, but in the meantime he stands up a little bit straighter, squares his shoulders with the ease of someone that had grown up always a bit too eager to throw himself into a fight.

He'd hate to say it out loud, but there's almost a sort of comfort to it. He'd known since he woke up here that there was something wrong here. It's just nice to be able to see it, to know what it is, what's going on.]

If I were you, I'd back off, pal.

[Seems that even in a place like this it takes Bucky about ten minutes to find himself in trouble. Is anyone really surprised?]


<< End in the Discord >>

[When he hears about the club, he can't help swinging by. He dislikes the labels, what they mean for people, even if he seemingly came out on top of the lottery. A place where you can get away from all of that? Well, it seems almost too good to be true. So Bucky is a little bit cautious a he heads over, half expecting officials to be arresting people and carting them off to SLUT if they give the password.

So he watches at first, from what seems like a safe distance, and when it doesn't seem to be a setup, he sighs and eventually heads inside. He's dressed casual- just boots, jeans, and a leather jacket with a white star over the left shoulder. He puts his name into the lottery, although if you message him he makes his priorities here clear pretty fast:

just looking for conversation. i'm new and could use a friend. what about you?

When he sees the face of someone from the app, he catches their eyes, waving them over with gloved fingers. But he also keeps an eye on the crowd, and if someone catches his eye... Maybe a beautiful red head, maybe a certain shade of blue eyes, or just something in how they hold themselves or something in their outfit that seems interesting. Bucky walks over with a smile, a tip of his head.]

Can I buy you a drink?


<< Table it for Later >>

[Really, while "networking" had sounded innocuous and exactly the sort of thing that he's looking for, the reality had been a lot more... something else. It makes him feel uncomfortable, squeamish, hot under the collar. The sight of the woman in lingerie, the way that she's treated like a table is just a bit much for him. If it's supposed to be attractive, it sort of misses the mark for him. He liked his women fierce and dangerous, thanks.

He does his best not to look, and sort of crowds himself into a corner with a glass of whiskey and a scowl that does fair work at keeping Victoria from inviting him to help demonstrate.

If you approach him and don't seem to be intent on trying to drag him into the roleplaying exercise going on, he's fairly pleasant as such things go.

But eventually, he'll happen to notice some submissive being led to the center of the room with a look like the last thing in the world they want is to be there, and he curses quietly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walks up and volunteers. Not everyone in the audience looks kind, and if nothing else... well, at least he can try and make sure they get through it in one piece with someone that doesn't actually want to punish them.

Before they're directed to start, he gives his temporary partner a look, a tilt of his head, voice low.]

Hey. You okay?


<< OOC >>

[Feel free to tweak either prompt to fit, or wildcard me with something else entirely, hit me up with anything! Feel free to hit me up on Plurk natalia_vdvova or natalia_vdova#0150 on Discord for plotting.

Also: given that modern comics love drawing him based on the TWS movie for some ridiculous reason, facetwin shenanigans are a thing if you want them to be. Yes he does look like MCU Bucky, isn't that weird?]

for freightcars

[carrytheshield]

[Continued from here.]

[Honestly, Bucky has a lot of stories about a lot of people he could tell. And most of them he wouldn't even mind. But whether or not Clint is as frustrating in the other man's world isn't something he has to know. He wants to know about Steve, if he'd fallen from a plane, been blown up, and what happened after. How he got his memories back, who he was now.

Bucky takes the bag that he offers with a nod and a slight curl of his lips in near-amusement. It's almost like a joke, really. It's eerie, the way that they look, like slight changes on the same template.]

Thanks. I bet they'll be fine.

[And he means it; genuine, even if he shrugs his shoulders. So when they make it back down to the lobby, he slips off to the bathroom, and returns hardly a minute or two later.

The uniform's in the bag instead, and if anything it makes him look a little bit more like his doppelganger, now that he's not wearing a flag on his chest. With those bright red gloves no longer there to hide it, the metal of his left hand is fairly obvious as well as he walks back over to the other man.]

It's a lot better. So, you said you knew a place?

Tenya Iida | Boku no Hero Academia | Dominant

[enginium]

[Original Post! This is what happens when you post late to the TDM, kids.]

» Lies Travel in Company

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

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

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

« End in the Discord

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

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

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

» Around the Down

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

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

Excuse me, may I have a moment?

« Around the Up

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

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

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

» videl

[enginium]

[From here!]

[Friends, yes. He's a little concerned about other relations, but he'll grow out of that. We hope. His smile is mild, and he cants his head slightly to the left.]

How long have you been a resident, then, if I may ask?

naoise | granblue fantasy | submissive

[selfblame]

[original post here! open to new tags in]
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| table it for later.

[With a drink in his hands, Naoise has been listening to the couple's lesson and watching them with a little bit of fascination. It's more so on the amount of trust that can blossom in twenty-two years that got his attention. It's still odd and he's not aroused by the idea of human furniture, but it's still an interesting lesson with a deeper emotional investment behind it.]

That was... A little interesting. [Talking to whoever else near him that also came to view the lesson.]

| sub sickness. (down - various locations) | from unrevised tdm#4

[His mark is perfectly black. He's obedient down to his core. What he doesn't tolerate is injustice for those that not like him. They are being denied services and even needs.

Naoise simply cannot accept that.

His power is limited, but he's careful with his steps. For the white and pink Submissives that are lost in this hellscape with nothing on them, he might drop something by you: a snack, a blanket for the cold, just something... It's not a lot, but this little gesture is better than nothing. Any attempts for refusal will just lead him to walk away without another word. No takebacks for a little charity.

For Dominants or other Submissives, he will quietly encourage you to do the same. A small motion to the Dominants to help them. Even rebels deserve some mercy.]

| wildcard.

[yup here again. feel to contact me here, multitasks or cee#5515 on discord for plots or anything!]

[hoasen]

[From here!]

One would regularly train just to relax? I can see the merits of it. It's like exercise, a routine. [Also, he looks and acts like a knight, even with some of the most beautiful hair she's ever seen.] No, you look very noble, just like a knight. How to say, I feel completely at ease and comfortable around you.

[Except such ease disappears as soon as he laughs and talks like that?! It was then she realised...this man is obliviously dangerous.]

W-well! I try my best, so I can only hope that I can inspire some form of confidence...it's something I wish to have if to work effectively! Back home, that is. [AHHHHHH. QUICK CHANGE THE SUBJECT.] A-anyway, Sir Knight! What should I call you? You can call me Sen. [Good thing she's still not introducing herself as country first, because a country just proved herself to be a big loser around a knight.]

Kain Highwind | Final Fantasy IV/Dissidia 012 | Submissive

[dragonsgrasp]

[Original Post]

Lies Travel In Company

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

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

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

Table It For Later

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

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

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

I don't think I was meant for this…

[dragonsgrasp]

[Continued from here!]

[Kain looks over nervously at the man who approaches, nodding slowly when he asks. There's no point in hiding the fact that he's new, after all. It might be helpful to get an ally on his side as soon as he can, someone who can make sense of... all of this. It really is just a lot for someone who's so repressed when it comes to sexual matters.]

You're right, I only just arrived and I'm trying to understand the ways of this world. I'm really that obvious?

lust | fma | dominant

[fingerbang]

[ original toplevel; i'm definitely still down for tag-ins! ]


lies freeze in company

[ She raises her eyebrows, which are kinda permanently arched anyway to be fair, and watches the model of what their new life is meant to be like -- human beings, no less or more worthless than those arbitrarily selected for masterhood, trailing their possessors like ducklings. It's pathetic, but when has she ever expected anything more from them? Besides, she can't afford to dwell on it, not when she needs to consider her next move and the very clear obstacle standing in her way.

She doesn't like keeping things. That was Greed's want, the permanent possession of whatever it was his heart desired after its acquisition, and it's why he died like the disgrace he was. She was made for something different, and it certainly doesn't slot well into the mien of this place. But she's also extremely dead, and the purpose she was made for is out of sight. Here, stranded in this world-sized farce, she can hear thousands of souls begging inside her for a death they'd already received. She'll play along for now. Lust is good at that, until she's not.

Also: holy shit, it's fucking cold, which they get helpfully reminded of every time the train doors open for a stop. Just because she can technically weather it in this getup with no problem doesn't mean it's pleasant, and the last thing she wants is for anyone else to realize that. When she's not rubbing her hands together in her lap, ostensibly for wamrth, she's fiddling with her long black hair. In a wild coincidence, no matter what she's doing with it, it happens to fall right over her collarbones. ]

Do you think they're planning on us huddling together for warmth? [ she finally ventures, turning to regard the nearest person rather than the cityscape outside her window. It's got the cadence of a joke, but... ] It might be too early to say, but I wouldn't put it past them.

end in the discord

[ How strange, and how predictable, that their vision of freedom should be little more than hedonism without guidelines. She has a drink, which she's not drinking. Even if her body treats and neutralizes alcohol like the poison it is, the chance of even slight intoxication is out of the question -- far too much to observe here, and note for later. And, if the company's not too intolerable, far too many connections to make.

Technically, she's probably most suited to this entire setting wearing the clothes she was born into, but it seems wrong to gather information and not try to hide her most distinguishing features. One can't afford to fall into carelessness. So while she's still got her knife-heeled boots and inexplicable one-sided gloves, and the dress she's wearing is still tight, nobody is going to describe her as "a woman with a strange tattoo on her chest." Maybe "a woman with slit pupils", or "a woman with a really bad personality." Some problems, however, aren't so easily resolved with a high neckline.

The name of the woman you were paired with might be Solaris, which, let's be real, is the IC option. But it also might be Lust, which is the option with a built-in prompt, because like... really? We live in a constantly-shifting multiverse of options! It's Schrodinger's hookup. At any rate, she avoids mentioning her name at all when broaching conversation with others! Far better not to give them an alias to hold onto. It suits her more, as it always has, to stay anonymous, a woman with a sly smile and opaque motivations who'll melt back into the shadows the second she gets what she wants. ]

Charming. [ This could be a remark directed at some nearby individual, or she could just be saying it to herself, but either way the object of the comment is obvious. Two people are essentially dryhumping against a nearby wall, apparently having not gotten the back room memo! Or, you know, they don't give a shit. Live in joy, NPCs. Follow your bliss. ] I wonder when dancing came to this.

[ Okay, grandma! If your character has indeed been paired up with Lust under her own name, she wastes no time in getting that out of the way. ]

Yes, before you ask, [ she says, once she recognizes that the person approaching is her new partner. She's just brisk enough to nail the point in without seeming like the joyless hag she totally is. It's only natural, especially here of all places, that a lady might feel the need to skip through certain formalities. ] It's the name I was given.

wildcard

( I CONTINUE TO BE DOWN FOR WHATEVER and alternatively, i am also down to write a starter for you if u so desire. if you want to hash anything out you can contact me through pm or (end in the) discord at torture#2813, or private plurk me at teenwitch! )

dante

[fingerbang]

[ original thread ]

Don't get me wrong. If they're shortsighted, I'd be twice as foolish to hold it against this place -- or the company. But you're right. And what I'd prefer...

Well. [ She taps her index fingernail (such as it is) against the outside rim of the glass and watches the bartender make the man's drink, as if she actually needs to consider the question. As if everyone here with half a mind doesn't have some kind of indignant answer ready to go. ] I'd say, but I don't think it's very attractive.

[ Circling around the truth and phrasing it like a matter of flirtation might not actually give her any plausible deniability later, she's aware of that. But the music is deafening and the bartender is frequently occupied, and she doubts, from this brief exchange, that her other immediate company has any unsavory reason to dig for information. ]

tanizaki junichirou | bungou stray dogs | dominant

[elusion]

[ ooc: ORIGINAL TOP LEVEL ]

AFTER ARRIVAL
[ disorientation had sunk its claws deep into tanizaki's mind for the duration of this supposed preparation. he fell in and out of consciousness, floating through fugue states until he finally could grasp tightly enough onto reality to comprehend what was going on. with a proverbial white-knuckled grip, tanizaki steeled himself through the process long enough to understand that he was hardly anywhere he could call home. or remotely close to it.

but that didn't matter. tanizaki didn't care about his supposed elevated role in this rigid society. he had one thing on his mind since waking up and he made sure to ask every staff member he came across the same thing: ]

Where's Naomi?

[ at first, the question had been frantic, panicked, but as he realized that these people weren't going to provide him with the answer he wanted, tanizaki's once weak and vulnerable expression and wavering voice to match quickly shifted. hard lines cut across his face, narrowed eyes and a dangerous scowl, that question became less pleading and more demanding. ]

Where is she?

[ if staff weren't going to help, tanizaki would start hassling anyone within earshot, his normally unassuming frame giving off an oddly threatening presence. ]

You— [ tanizaki snatched the wrist of the closest arrival, dominant or submissive. ] You're gonna help me find my sister. [ it ... didn't seem like a request... ]

DISCORD (smut option?)

[ one way or another, tanizaki's obsessive search for his sister was quelled enough that he managed to actually take an interest in his surroundings. he had no real concept of why he was apparently chosen as a "dominant," given that he had no predilection for being in charge of anything, let alone other people. but it was the hand he was dealt. apparently other people might have felt less enthused about their own designations, judging by the activities unfurling inside this club. but tanizaki really stuck out, given how utterly inexperienced he was in anything involving nightclubs. he looked around, wide-eyed and possibly a bit scandalized, as the crowd mingled together, mixing castes in ways that tanizaki didn't quite grasp for the big deal that they were. he probably could stand to listen in a little more, but the instinct to use his ability to hide in plain sight was also pretty tempting... it would probably prevent any future faux pas in his transition to settling in there... nevertheless, if there was something tanizaki was good at, it was infiltration and gathering information. so, despite the nervousness nagging at the back of his mind, tanizaki approached the first person he could find who looked at least similarly confused as he did: ] Excuse me—do you happen to know if this sort of thing is... common? [ secret mingling of castes, that is. ]

WILDCARD/OOC NOTES
[ feel free to send me a prompt or starter of your own! i can also write a specific starter for you, if you'd like! just message me! tanizaki's a (slightly unfitting) dominant thanks to his eye color.

also, it's worth noting that tanizaki is 18 years old and out of high school. he's also in possession of an illusion ability that will allow himself and whomever he chooses to be obscured by a screen, preceded by a "light snow" that sprinkles around the affected area. this illusion is impenetrable until tanizaki either dispels it or is knocked unconscious, but it doesn't afford tanizaki any kind of increased strength. it could also be used for less innocent things, if one desires. 👀 fucking in plain sight??? just a thought. 8') ]

›HUMPTY DUMPTY

[elusion]

[ ooc: ORIGINAL THREAD. ]

[ if only circumstances weren't so dire in tanizaki's mind, he might have taken notice to the finer details of this man's presence. somewhere in his head, he did take notice to the way he seemed to be a bit rigid and less frail than he might have appeared, but that didn't factor into how tanizaki continued to carry himself or his own reactions. ]

There's no proof of that!

[ he blurted that out before truly listening to the rest of the man's suggestion, but fortunately for everyone, he managed to loop back around to it. like a lightswitch had been tripped, tanizaki pulled out the communicator and started to fumble with it hurriedly. ]

Show me. Where would she post something like that?

[ ooc; AHHH THANK YOU ;;; but u rite tanizaki would be super (unsure) with mori... even tho i'm 100% down for gross mafia dad tbqh. ]

Tonks | HP | Dominant

[metamorphing]

After arrival

[ Arrival was no walk in the park- Dora was not too pleased with being manhandled and stripped. All of it was really a bit too much.

But once she was transported to her new abode and reunited with her clothes and wand, she felt a little more comfortable. As comfortable as someone could be when they're kidnapped from home and told they have to live this positively absurd lifestyle.

Wand tucked in her back pocket, she can be found wandering around the Up, pausing to take a closer look at some of the stores... Eager to find a familiar face. Eventually, she flags someone down with a smile and wave of her hand. ]

Wotcher- where's the best place to grab a bite? I'm feeling a bit peckish after those blokes violated me and packed me off to my new place.


Orientation

[ The only reason she was here was because it was mandatory. (Even back at school, she would've found a way out of it somehow.) But what was more important was that it was mandatory for everyone. If someone from home was here as well, she'd see them here, there was no doubt about that in her mind.

She's paying less attention to all the explanations of this place, and is instead looking around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of every person in attendance. She's not particularly fussed about getting caught, either.

Something, something, Doms and subs... something something sex requirement per month. ]


End in the Discord

[ Tonks wasn't exactly in a partying kind of mood, but this place promised a sort of secret organization kind of feel and if there was one thing the Auror knew, it was that some of the best people were always the rebels.

Putting her name into the drawing wasn't her first choice, but if it brought her a connection- not one to hook up with, but one that had information- then who was she to pass that opportunity up?

She's off in the corner, sipping her beer and watching the crowd- not necessarily avoiding people, but studying them instead. ]


wildcard

[ your choice! Have an idea you wanna toss my way? Go for it! I'm easy! canon point is post Battle of the 7 Potters. ]

-> remus

[metamorphing]

[ continued from here ]

[ As he apologizes for calling her by her full name, she blinks. She'd grown so used to him using her name back home that it didn't occur to her that a younger version of him would be more hesitant to defy her. ] Dora or Tonks is fine... Just. The full bloody name is a bit much...

[ But as he continues and brings up the nature of time travel- she's suddenly feeling very sore that she even suggested it in the first place. Her expression falls a little and she nods her head. ] Right- of course. He never mentioned any of it to me, but...

It's best to be safe. [ Does she look super upset about that? Well, her hair color fading might give her away a bit. ]

Merlin | Fate/ | Dominant

[gardenerofavalon]

[A - If you're cold, perhaps I could warm you up~]

One of the advantages to being manifested as a Servant is not being particularly bothered by temperature extremes. One of the advantages of being a Caster-class Servant is, in addition to the usual being able to make one's armor, weapons, and such materialize and dematerialize at will, also having class skills that put an emphasis of magecraft of all sorts. Including illusions.

"Tch, this won't do..."

In other words, whether he's simply materializing them again or casting an illusion, one way or another that ugly paper gown is replaced by Merlin's usual robes. Feel free to gawk. Though then again, that might just draw his attention.

"I don't suppose you can tell me anything about this place?"

He'll probably dispel it and return to that ugly gown later when he has to. Maybe. He makes no promises.


[B - "Assigned" seats means "suggested" seats]

Merlin, of course, intends to have a window seat. It really doesn't matter if he's been assigned one or not, he'll just grab one anyway. His Clairvoyance may have been strangely limited since his arrival here, but his own eyes still work just fine, after all, and he is very much an Observer. And so long as no one complains or nags him, well, it's fine, isn't it? And if not... Well, he can just go grab another seat when no one's looking. Perhaps he'll even sit next to you.

Hopefully it's not your seat he's parked himself in, though!


[C - Is it a one-night stand if there's several in one night?]

A secret club for people to mingle and more? Count Merlin in! You may find him hitting on some attractive young woman, hitting on you, or perhaps even being paired up by that randomized lottery. The possibilities are endless, really, though that's just the point, isn't it?

So go on, interrupt his flirting or respond to his advances, it should be fun! Just... should things go in that direction, don't think too hard about the fact that you might be hooking up with someone who's half-incubus. You're probably better off that way.


[Wildcard]

Have another idea? Feel free to PM me or just hit me up and see how things go!

Richie Tozier | It (novel) | Submissive

[summertimeblues]

The Down - the People Zoo

[Jesus H. Christ and his Dirty Dozen.

What cosmic joke is it that lands Richie Tozier, survivor of the Derry sewer labyrinth and its magical minotaur, a pad in an underground shithole that's so close to being a sewer he's scared to flush the toilet? Who knows where it'll come shooting out? The decor was less creepy: no rats, no bloating bodies, no hulking Crawling Eyes or massive birds or maggot ridden, murderous baby brothers, but his whole body still shivered like a rattlesnake tail when he saw the caves at the borders of town. He'd turned on his heel at once.

Even if the universe weren't playing cruel jokes, there's plenty to grouse about. Richie's making no bones about his distaste as he slinks through this strange new town. All this muck and junk is his, and for what? Did he flip some fucking coin in the middle of whatever coma landed him here? Pardon his privilege, but when a man spent a life coddled from cradle to casket in the sweet embrace of good money it's hard coming down to Skid Row. He was this close to rich on his own merits. His dad was a dentist when he was a kid, that makes for cozy living even in a small town.

Oh but wait, there's more! Ch-ch-check it out, boys and girls, there's a literal zoo for the misbehaved Subbies. Any generous dickhead can stroll on down from Olympus and grant your ass pardon if he pleased, but you bet you're paying him back in whatever fashion he likes. Richie had recoiled from the front desk, gobsmacked through and through.

Recoiled. Maybe he muttered a bitter bit here and there.

All right, all right, he'd lipped off. Lipped off quick and mean and demanded to know what kind of fucking justice was there in this insane asylum. Lo and behold, he got his answer. The folks running the joint saw fit to justly park his ass in a cell straight away, just so he can see it play out first hand! What a treat!

Richie closes his eyes and thuds his head back against the wall. He speaks low, in an impeccable (if cartoonish) English accent.]

Capital work, old chum, caught yourself in a bit of a sticky wicket, eh? On the first day even! Good show! Wot wot!


The Up - The Market

Look but don't touch. I get it. I said I get it!

[He has his hands up in surrender to the vendor, who looks red in the ears and plum sick of dealing with the matchstick of a man challenging his seller's authority.] Look, pal, I'm trying to cut a deal here. I said I'm offering to do a little sweeping or dishwashing or hell, boot-shining? Whatever nagging something-something that's too annoying for the missus to do, come on, I just need some groceries. Isn't that the deal? I gotta work for it? You're an upstanding man, give me some work to do.

[He's told, in finer syllables than he deserves, to fuck off. Richie grins through his grimace and pulls off the stall with a sour:] All right. Christ.

[The man turns his attention to other customers. Richie takes a long look at his turned back, and gives up on being an honest man. One single goddamn orange. Fuck you, that's all he's got the pockets and the nerves to conceal in this crap coat. He sweeps away from the scene, head ducked low and praying for a witness-free first crime.

A thirty-seven year old fruit thief. He's really too old for this shit.]


Table top RP

[Shoot him, right now. She was going to carry the drinks on her back and waddle around like a circus elephant. Were they expected to clap?

How could anything be so cosmically humiliating and boring in the same breath? Richie watches wee Vicky pad around on all fours at Monica's loving behest though the splits between his fingers. He's been holding his head for half the show, miserable and a little bit sick. Something about the dogmatic grace with which they paraded around really put a nail in your boner's coffin. Maybe if this had been a dirty VHS and Richie was no more forced to participate than the paid actresses were, he'd be more into the show. No one's rounded up volunteers for repeat (yet), but rules were rules and he'd pulled one helluva short straw somewhere. And even if he were on the leash end of the collar equation, he'd still feel like a reprobate.

Reality was such a buzzkill. Richie shoots a nauseated look to his seatmate and whispers, low as a loudmouth like him can possibly go:]

Can you believe this crap?


Wildcard

[Whatever you like, babyyyy. I'm easy enough, pm me if you're not sure!]

--> Peter Parker, cw: mentions of past bullying & bigotry

[summertimeblues]

((from here!))


[Richie chuckles. The sunshine just emanates off this kid like he's a travel ad for Waikiki.]

Good on you, Mistah Parkah. [They must have been nicer bullies than the likes he knew. He'd hate to think that every school had a Henry Bowers. A guy who'd kill your dog because you were the only black kid in town, or wash your face in ice if you went to the Synagogue. Carve his name on your stomach because you wouldn't let him cheat off your paper. Break your arm while you choked on asthma pains.

Richie has to take a long fucking drag just remembering what had happened to his friends. His own gripes sounded like Sunday School playdates. Make no mistake, he'd gotten banged up by Henry plenty on his own merits — being ugly, buck-toothed and jug-eared and bespectacled, and most of all, being a wise-ass. He'd been the most frequently caught of his pals, sure, his mother had to squirrel funds just to keep up with replacing his snapped glasses, but he never had to suffer Henry at his worst. Not until the end.

Terrible reverie this is. The kidlet pulls him out of it with his over-earnest apologies.]

Don't sweat it kiddo, it's no fault of your own. I'll live. Your outstanding generosity is doing me wonders already.

[The rest still has him settling on a slight frown. He corrects course,] Left, here. On the next block up. [and corrects his instinctive protest. He doesn't know this kid from Adam, what right does he have to be nosing into any of his business? Besides which, he's in no position to provide. That's the only reason they're still talking, isn't it?]

I doubt they'd see it as you getting in their way. You're no baby, don't get me wrong — but you just got shot half-way across the universe and stuck in a verified dystopia. Most people would be painting their pants brown.

[Richie clucks his tongue. They're nearly at the doorstep.] Ain't no shame in checking in with a friend. All I'm saying.

Dante / DMC4 / sub

[mygig]

[Here's the original thingamajig]. Definitely up for it if you wanna get something going. ]

Liar liar pants on fire

[At the back, someone isn't really paying attention to the scenery going past his transport, really.

Legs stretched and head low, someone looks actually kind of hungover. While deceiving, when the person sitting beside this guy does want to shimmy over to exit, he does curl his legs and give room for the person to pass, but otherwise, he just leans back, closes his eyes, and waits.

Why? Well, cause sometimes Dante knows some things just need a little maneuvering around rather than just arriving while kicking down the door. Not really his style but,

he'll manage for the time being. Maybe age is getting to him.

So he waits, and watches carefully when someone else approaches.] This seat is free if you want it.

Hey, babe, what's your Discord handle?

[Honestly, he's surprised he feels this whole scene familiar. The hierarchy isn't quite what he's used to witnessing from humans overall, but something else from another realm altogether. A weird pecking order, however, but an order nonetheless.

A place that allowed a role reversal, though? Much better, so much that when asked, he does give his name for some sort of raffle. After all, many considered Dante kind of eccentric but it all felt a little too... tropey, even for him, so the change was welcome.

So when someone approaches him - a very familiar sashay that brought a certain disguised blonde to mind - with their submissive in tow and an offer in his ear, he gives them a brush of his knuckles under their chin and a wink. A quiet, but appreciative dismissal.] Sorry baby, all of this is gonna have to wait.

[So he leans in over the counter, and taps his fingers on it.] So, what's good around here?

Wildcard.
[As for what he actually is or not, I'm thinking sub since he's blue-eyed in DMC3, silvery in the other games, but it's all around that shade. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ HE DON CARE ANYWAY If you wanna start something just go ahead and hit me!]

yuri

[mygig]

[From here]

Huh, so you're a bartender? Doing God's work, then. [That's actually a pretty cool job, and Dante appreciates it.

He practically leans in deeper over the counter to check out the mess that the bartender is making, nodding appreciatively at both the drink and the challenge.] I'll have a Kentucky Kiss, myself.

[He's given a withering look. Dante just shrugs.] Hey, I like my bourbon with strawberry.

[When the bartender starts working, he turns to Yuri.] How did you get the job? At... did you say pecks? [Sounds like a gym or a male strip joint]

Gwen Poole | Marvel 616/TRN-565 | Submissive (overflow)

[variantcover]

[ original top level ]

for ~fixes

[variantcover]

[ »original ]

[ Gwen may be more into spandex and superheroes than swords and sorcery, but she knows a pop culture reference when she sees one. ]

sorry to bring it up & make your elf eyes cry.

Juno Steel | Penumbra Podcast | Dominant

[justaneye]

I. Here We Are Again

Juno can tell almost as soon as he arrives here that this place is about as cheap as the free mints by the checkout corner of a dime store. It oozes sex, corruption, and the sort of poor decisions that can only be made by those with nothing to lose. That's not the part of the city they send him to, of course. Most of Juno's initial impression is of the shiny, the clean, the Up.

He hates it.

When he breaks away he slips into the Down, into the slimy, dirty underbelly of the city, and while he's not about to let himself relax there, some of the particular tension associated with having too much space and not enough gathered dust eases away from him. In the Up he can see the sky, no dome, and it's so wrong that Juno can't get out of there fast enough. In the Down he's going to skulk about and try to figure out what he can, preferably in the shittiest bar around.

Once he's had a couple of drinks, he's ready to start asking questions. Like "What sort of radiation effects do you get here?", "What's a lady got to do to find someone to keep him warm?", and sometimes "What's the law enforcement around here like?"

II. Lies Travel in Company

It's the kind of scene that makes Juno wish he was anywhere but here, or maybe dead. He watches the Submissives that board almost as much as he pays attention to what they see outside. If he's a little anxious and twitchy throughout this experience, well, that's hardly his fault.

He gets off when the inhabitants of the Down do, feeling the need to be on something that's not moving almost as much as he feels the need to get away from all of this. Juno leans his shoulder against an ally wall, but if he notices he's being watched he'll just shrug.

"It seems like this is cleaner than all of what was going on there."

III. End in the Discord

This is much more Juno's style, and he's not afraid to make that very obvious. It isn't that he's more Submissive than Dominant — he is, but that's not the point. It's that these kinds of societies and roles aren't very enjoyable, and he'd rather off avoid the whole thing. Third door, sure, why not, or no door at all.

Here he can mingle like everyone he talks to is a person, and he's submitted his name to the drawing because why the hell not. Juno's also halfway through his glass of whiskey and ready to flirt with most people because he'd rather not think right now, and sex is a great way not to think.

"I'm surprised they didn't pass out mascara and have us all draw lines on our throats," he says, then, "Can I buy you a drink?"

IV. Wildcard

Rip van Winkle, cw: sex

[justaneye]

[ Continued from here ]

Juno was a scruffy lady, and life in Hyperion City wasn't easy for anyone, especially hadn't been easy for him. It meant he'd learned to find pleasure where he could take it, and that was what rooms like this one were designed for.

They fell onto the bed together, and Juno ran his hands over her body. He was ready to embrace what they were doing because she seemed as much in favor of getting down to the physical pleasure of it as he was. Juno wasn't someone who needed to be wooed, not when there was plenty of advantage in both approaches.

"Let me see what bad looks like on you," he murmured.