TDM #1

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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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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.

» » » 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.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant. Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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Gilgamesh / Fate / Dominant (Sorry if this is short I was just so excited to post LMFAO)

[gilgamess]

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[ -- of course, is it truly possible that any mere nightclub in the modern world could hold the interest of a King who has experienced all Earthly pleasures during his reign? Gilgamesh rather doubts it, but this is certainly a far more likable setting than those wretched Grail Wars. Certainly lesser creatures do have a tendency towards artifice and the denial of their base impulses, and watching them squirm and struggle with them is always extremely entertaining, as with, for example, priests who call pleasures sins. Fortunately he, the King, has no such inhibitions and encourages the pursuit of all pleasures, even some of a rather amoral sort. Rather, he simply is the arbiter of all morality and the creator of the original law codes, so he dictates justice of his own accord.

well, he is not certain yet whether this world will be Interesting or not, but so far it is looking quite wholesome and good by his standards and Gilgamesh at least enjoys the free food and drinks. of course he submits his name to the lottery, too, because why not? maybe some mongrel can provide the King with some entertainment. while waiting, he just reclines in the club and looks relatively comfortable. waiting for that message from the prospective match. ]

Of course -- [ musing aloud!! hello, some random person nearby? ] it is rather cheap swill compared to a King's treasury, yet lowering one's self to a commoner and mingling has its own entertainments. And this location does stir the joys of a man's soul and spirit -- don't you think so, mongrel?

[bootysweat]

( af denies nothing of his baser impulses. in fact, he revels in them and relies heavily on them to keep him from starving. he hasn't, yet, indulged in any of the people around him, but he'd also tried surveying most of the surroundings to get an idea of how it really worked. at least this place was neutral in terms of what he'd been labelled. how did he advertise for sex? maybe being a dominant had more perks; he isn't entirely sure. still, he's had a few drinks by the time someone starts ranting about drinking – so much for his self-control? – and he turns his head to get both eyes on this person. his interest drives itself up to nearly a thousand for one reason and one only. )

Are you really a king?

( it comes out of curiosity, holding a cup and looking a bit flushed. it's not because of the liquor though, and af bites at his lip, wondering if it'd be weird to get to his knees and show royalty exactly the kind of respect they deserve. in the back of his head, he can hear kaj criticizing him for being a needy slut, but he's not doing anything. yet. so, all he does is smile to punctuate the question. )

i couldn't tell if they have their canon bling still so for the TDM i'm winging it i guess???

[gilgamess]

[ -- oh, what is this? being questioned by one of these commoners? in another context, Gilgamesh would have someone's head for that kind of audacity, but as he is in a rather good cheer and quite amenable to this environment, he has already chosen to be more magnanimous, or at least more open to people-watching and allowing others to partake in conversation with him. perhaps some in this world will have deliciously interesting psychology prone to betrayal, artifice, fruitless exertions, and other such fascinating human foibles. ]

Hmph, who are you to ask me that, mongrel? [ he tsks, offended, but still slowly sipping his drink, black snake pupils narrowing on this newcomer. he indicates his golden jewelry -- although in this setting, he is not wearing the full armor. ] Do you not recognize absolute royalty when it sits before you in all its glory? Of course I am the King. I am the original. Revere me.

[ -- yeah, leaving that open-ended. that is a terrible attitude, Gilgamesh! but it might actually make some headway here of all places, what with the nature of this world. not that he is necessarily thinking of that either way. it's simply his natural commanding and domineering aura that he takes with him everywhere, regardless of circumstance. he looks this stranger up and down and smiles thinly at that flushed face. just who is this stranger, hm? ]

[godbless]

[without much ceremony, and entirely at ease, he just pulls out the chair opposite gilgamesh and sits at the table with him.

it's all right even if they aren't a "match" by the lottery's standards. perhaps whoever is brave enough to approach either of them when they're together is worthy of their combined attention?]

... I wouldn't know. [you'd have to have a functional human soul for that.] I'm glad to see you're amusing yourself.

[he's a submissive. it's pretty obvious with the long mark down his neck disappearing past the opening of his shirt. despite the fact he is a priest, kirei looks stylish enough for the setting.

when you can't experience joy anywhere you search often for joy everywhere. in his youth, he tried clubs.]

[gilgamess]

[ -- wow, if it isn't Gilgamesh's favorite dead-inside (and technically just actually dead, in every timeline, since his fate is sealed forever, RIP) priest. what a delightful day this is shaping up to be! ]

Kotomine Kirei, how fortuitous that I would encounter you in such a place. [ Gilgamesh cannot help grinning rather like a cat who has been into the cream. this is really too exquisite. ] Ahahaha, rejoice, Kirei! It seems we are in a world which exists to make a man acknowledge his darker desires and the pleasures he denies himself. I am quite certain you will amuse me greatly in this setting.

[ kirei is really entertaining for a man with no soul, okok. ]

sticks leggy out

[muddies]

[ and then very familiar arms slide over his shoulders from behind, and enkidu perches his chin in the crook of his neck, green hair spilling over the king's chest like a curtain. ]

Instead of talking to others, you ought to pay attention to me, I think.

[ this is a decided change from the last time he'd seen gil, but as strange as this place is, and as out-of-place as he always feels in cities, it's a chance to be with him again. that's enough. ]

u////u

[gilgamess]

[ -- it does take a considerable amount to shock Gilgamesh, who collected all the world's treasures and partook in all experiences, but that voice shocks him right out of his flippant fuckboy exterior. his friend is here, as well?

for a half second, he is quiet, actually open-mouthed with shock. but then Gilgamesh recovers, laughing uproariously. what wonderful fortune that they should meet again outside of the Grail War! ]

Of course. [ he smiles in a way that is familiar between them. ] Though to greet you properly, I should once again use all the contents of my treasury against you, an honor reserved only for my friend.

[ A SLIGHTLY UNORTHODOX GREETING BUT. GILGAMESH-LOVE: Enkidu is the one person equipped to handle it. ]

since her birthday is in september...guess it's time to make ur day

[hoasen]

[Is he talking to himself? She's pretty sure he is, until she notices that when he punctuates "mongrel", he was actually talking to someone. Looking around, it appeared she was the only one made eye contact.

Well, if she's here, she might as well speak to him. Despite the fact that what she caught, sounds like he really has his head up in the clouds.]

I don't often find myself in these places either. But... [If this is a place that allows equal ground over that of her being fixed into a position of submissive, well, she was curious.] One will see how this night in such a place will turn out, no?

hell yeah

[gilgamess]

[ was he talking to someone? who knows. listen, it is the King's prerogative to monologue dramatically wherever he pleases. only commoners and peasants wonder about nonsense such as audience participation. ]

Of course a peasant would speak in such a manner. [ Gilgamesh smiles at her beyond his cup, although it is condescending and not a warm expression. still, he was somewhat sincere in saying he derives great amusement from mongrels such as this. and he is happy, after all! ] Hmph, for a King, such as myself, I do not "see how" matters turn out. I create my own destiny. Who are you that addresses the crown with that small voice of yours?

[mosthumanblade]

[ Keith isn't even listening to the random musings, honestly, he's just heading to the bar for a drink. But the sudden question, and the use of the word mongrel, catches his attention, and he turns sharply towards Gilgamesh, narrowing blue eyes that almost seem purple in the club's low lighting. Or are they purple eyes that simply seem blue? ]

What did you say?

[ There doesn't seem to be anyone else that's really close enough to be who Gilgamesh was talking to, after all. ]

[gilgamess]

[ despite being a hugely self-absorbed shitlord, Gilgamesh is actually fairly perspective to the psychology and personality types of others, and he ascertains rather quickly that the man before him is yet another person who is probably not entirely at home in this world, and probably an uptight do-gooder kind of personality, meaning someone extraordinarily delightful to torment. ergo: fuccboi desires begin to gain ascendancy. ]

You dare ask a King to repeat himself, mongrel? [ obviously even Gilgamesh is not deluded enough to think his title holds merit to the people here, but being an arrogant god-king is His Thing, u know. ] Already, you long to be disciplined.

crashes into this, obvs

[coyness]

One would be a fool to not notice, of course.

[The voice that replies is just as vibrant and strong as Gilgamesh's own, though others may think it's a stupid idea to approach a man who teeters on the edge of crazy on a good day. Then again, Ozymandias was never exactly sane himself, in some ways. And finding Gilgamesh here is rather comforting- seeing a familiar face amongst the ones back home at Chaldea, regardless of whether or not this is the King of Heroes he knows.]

This society builds itself upon the dark desires of mankind. To deny this is to deny the simplest aspect of life, and in doing that, one only makes themselves an annoyance. It is careless to simply assume things will change; falling into step with how things are becomes more natural with time. [Ozy should know, it's something that occurred often for him and his people.] If things do change, it can easily falter to one side of the scale rather than the other. Mankind is fickle. [He hums, eyes searching the crowds with curiosity, before flicking back to Gilgamesh.]

But of course, this is all obvious to you already, Golden King. [Spoken with clarity, Ozy easily reclines in his own chair nearby, a part of him already looking right at home. This entire scenario is very reminiscent of his days as pharaoh, and to disrupt it is a childish and stupid idea. Perhaps he'll even be given entertainment as the night moves on.]

sdjdhhs this made my day!

[gilgamess]

[ needless to say, Gilgamesh is quite pleased to find himself in the company of a fellow King. not that he is generally in the habit of acknowledging other Kings, himself being the first and most significant, but in the case of one whose thought processes are so similar to his own, being as he is such a grandiose and magnificent philosopher, as well as another man who also adores excellent oration, finery, and the joys of hearing his own voice -- all necessary and laudable attributes of a true King -- he is quite satisfied by such a presence, what with so many lowly mongrels around.

is he the same King of Heroes? well, every Gilgamesh comes from the Throne and is simply adapted to fit the time and circumstances of his summoning. he has a general awareness of what has been written onto the other timelines and the legends of the other heroes, regardless of what his last summoning was, so he is familiar enough with Ozymandias and with the goings-on of Chaldea, even if Chaldea does not feel as immediate to him. ]

Indeed, one would be have to be a lesser man than a King such as yourself.

[ commence mutual masturbatory ego-stroking. ]

The dark desires of the masses may no doubt provide fodder for such a place, yet a King is one who is honest enough to admit of his own desires, and thus no dishonesty between the self and the outer world may occur. Simply, it is an impossibility. Utterly irrational and foreign to one who has seen the deep. As our legends exist in all eras, any space becomes a prospect for becoming a spectator to the taste of others' desire. The dreams of humanity are never boring, the world being my garden from the beginning of time.

[ Gilgamesh follows his gaze in looking out at the mingling masses. He loves philosophy, so he sounds quite calm and pleased, taking another drink in an altogether unhurried manner. he looks back, meeting that golden gaze. indeed, they are very at home. ]

Though I do not ascribe worth to humans, I simply cannot hate the emotions and treasures produced by them. The fascination they stir is endless.

[unabatedly]

[ she is very much not used to the clothes in this world. so many people have worn black to the club, the material reflective, with vibrant neon colors that hurt her eyes a little. plenty of people are hooking up publicly, sharing drinks, wearing...strange things that seem to please them. others disappear into back rooms to escape the music, which seems to thrum through the entire room.

welcome to the future, Neria Surana, it's a strange place. at least the drinks are still full of alcohol and...some things taste normal to her, at least. it's not backwater tavern swill. she should be grateful.

not decorated as a Submissive, she brushes her hair back behind one pointed ear while she nurses for her second drink, her eyes scanning the room and looking for...well. anyone of interest. no familiar faces (which she is mostly grateful for) but plenty of vibrant, lively people, and many of them very, very beautiful. she senses magic and mana, and there are...spirits nearby? it's all very strange, and she is stirred from her reverie by a sudden voice nearby. a man with golden hair and bright eyes catches her attention, if only because--

mongrel. the word stands out above the din and she doesn't initially notice that he's thrumming with mana. her eyes narrow. ]

It's stirring something. [ irritation. ] What was that about a treasury? [ and a king? ]

[gilgamess]

[ to say she looks out of place would be nothing remarkable. many people at the club look out of place, perhaps because they are, having been transplanted here from other worlds and eras. her fashion sense, the tunic and trousers, already signal her as out of place. for a heroic spirit, who has been summoned throughout all time, each timeline and point of history exists along the same axis, so no manner of dress or appearance is really surprising. of course he is wearing extremely tasteful snakeskin pants appropriate for any era, being the gentleman of exquisite good breeding that he is. ]

A King should not repeat himself for any man or woman, but rejoice, for my mood is gladdened by the good cheer of this world. [ no asinine Grail War! ] I am speaking of course of my vault with all the world's treasures.

[ he spreads his arms expansively. he is wearing a lot of gold. not tacky or anything, all this bling. ]

Though what is that I sense in you? [ eyes narrow, and he leans back, looking a little mischievous. ] A magical signature? If only slightly, it does provoke some interest.

[sealeted]

How did I know you we're going to say something like that?

[Most of Hakuno's memories of the King of Heroes are from the Timeline where she died, but she always feel strangely caught between ease and confused apprehension hen she sees him. Usually, that's because he is lounging ominously on a throne or preparing to fight, but he's...

Familiar is the best word, she supposes.

It's nice to have something familiar.]

You seem to be pretty much in your element, all things considered. Settling in well?

[gilgamess]

Oh? [ he regards her with a similar air of familiarity. ] Could it be? Yes, indeed. There is only one mongrel in all of creation who would address me with such ridiculous, open-hearted amiability.

[ well. maybe two, if Gudako is here.

but mostly this mongrel. just blundering her way through this new world blithely walking up to all kinds of dangerous individuals and probably getting into all kinds of trouble. although even if she is, that would not be Gilgamesh's concern at present. needless to say, though, he might have memories from a couple of different incarnations of this Master. ]

Of course I can find pleasantness in such an environment. It promises grief, hardship, and fruitless exertion for others. As a King, though it would be shameful to lower myself, I am called to step down from my throne to exert my energies in preparing the masses for this place by means of removing obstacles such as their naive chastity or other impediments that would not be conducive to an honest society.

crashes in here... idk shining with my bling in da club

[danavira]

[ is he here because he's matched? is he just passing by and decided to butt in? karna is a r00d bitch so either way, he stops in his tracks a few steps away and studies the king of heroes thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side. ]

Our new prospects is not dissimilar to the sort of company you keep normally.

[ a pause, then, almost apologetic, ]

If you are looking for entertainment, there is none for me to offer.

bling off --

[gilgamess]

[ as it happens, Karna is someone whom even Gilgamesh can have a modicum of respect for, considering his history, rank, and demeanor. were this another Grail War, they would meet properly as heroic spirits and pay their due respects, but this is altogether a different environment, and even if Gilgamesh can slip into it, chameleon-like in battle or in pleasure, he is not so certain that Karna can. ]

It is not dissimilar for me, but what of you, hero of charity?

[ he laughs. it is not... exactly rude. maybe even slightly companionable. maybe. ]

You need not worry, on such matters, but how far will such an attitude advance you? It does not do for a man to be ill at ease and out of his element.

[ it's a rather sorry state for Karna, particularly. Gilgamesh wonders if this Karna recalls just how ridiculously fish-out-of-water he was when he was Jinako Karigi's Servant in the Moon Cell -- a state even Gilgamesh might have pitied, with that worthless lump of a Master to whom he was still so dedicated. will he be set to such an equally ridiculous tune here of all places? ]

[invisibleheir]

[ Arturia hasn't been sure what to make of this place since arriving. Dominants and submissives, give and take, push and pull. It all seems extraneous to her though. Why all these delicate arrangements, all this pretense? She doesn't care for it, really, but it is... diverting? She has made her way to this place tonight if only to let herself be free of those concerns for a while and settles, sipping quietly at her wine and wondering if she should submit her name for some sort of absurd match.

A familiar voice saves her that trouble. Her head turns and there he is. The bloody King of Heroes reclining amongst the hedonistic celebrations looking as if he belongs here and nowhere else. But that is his gift, isn't it? He is always regal. Always secure. Arturia lets out a little annoyed breath and glares at him over the rim of her glass. Just her luck that she should find him here of all people. ]

I find little joy in it, King of Heroes.

[ That voice is sharp and cutting, the voice the one that Gilgamesh has called 'a virgin being deflowered.' Golden hair and bright eyes. Oh, how similar they are and yet so different. Not that she would acknowledge the similarities. ]

I am not surprised that you do, however.

[gilgamess]

[ then again, pleasure itself often seems extraneous to the King of Knights. how striking that Gilgamesh should meet her in such a setting. ]

Of course you would say that, Saber.

[ he looks coyly over at her from over his own glass of wine, tilting his head. ]

Given you are prone to shouldering burdens that are far too great for any human to bear and denying your darker desires.

[ it is a little unusual, speaking to her away from the battlefield, in the intimacy of a club like this, sans blades and armor. it could almost be companionable, if not for the austere chilliness she always exhibits. ]

But it is pointless to do so here, don't you think? I understand that this world operates on one's more negative feelings. Of course you are speaking to the one person in all of creation who is equipped to assist you here. How fortunate for you that we should meet again, my dear beloved Saber.

[tryhard]

[ It's the voice that catches his attention.

Waver hears him from a few paces away through the tightly packed crowd drinking and talking, impossible to see past at his small stature-- but he's sure. He knows that voice. And he's moving before he thinks better of it. The shock and strange, incongruous spark of something almost like relief at something he recognizes amidst the unfamiliarity of this awful place push him forward before better sense can actually catch up, just to make sure. ]

A-archer?

[ He's so shocked, he just blurts it, staring at Gilgamesh with wide eyes and a strange expression -- something between horror, incredulity, and sheer astonishment.

Someone else bumps into him from behind (it's a popular place, crowded, and he just stopped in his tracks like an idiot), and Waver stumbles a little closer, catching himself on the back of Gilgamesh's chair. The ambient lighting is appropriately dim for the context, but this close, it's not hard to see the vertical mark of Waver's designation crawling down Waver's throat to disappear beneath his shirt collar. ]

[gilgamess]

[ Gilgamesh, meanwhile, does not look particularly fazed by Waver's appearance. Although the memories of that Grail War may not feel immediate to him, he has enough recognition of the identity of the man before him and what last transpired him when he saw him. ]

Oh? It is Rider's Master?

[ -- well, not here, perhaps. those terms are meaningless enough here, as is Gilgamesh's own class designation. but that is how he thinks of this boy.

he tilts his head, lifting an eyebrow at the presence of this boy. Rider's Master always was a squirmy, stuttering creature, a small mongrel who was hard to take serious stock of at a glance, but at least Gilgamesh remembers him as having something of a powerful spirit... somewhere in there. ]

To think I would see you here.

[ he with-holds comment for the time being on that vertical mark. but somehow it isn't exactly surprising. ]

[shieldofrohan]

[Well, there are few things that would aggravate Éowyn more than the atmosphere of the city itself. Gilgamesh has just landed squarely on one of them.]

[She draws herself up to her full - not inconsiderable - height, her grey eyes flashing with anger, her lip curling and brow beetling.]

It would be a poor king who spoke so coarsely, and a poor fool who would do so to the face of Eorl's blood. I must conclude you are no king, and little enough of a man, who revels in such spite and vanity.

Well-suited to this place, in all. Are you native?

[commandseal]

[ She doesn't know why she had put her name in the lottery - curiosity, she guesses, kind of wanting to see who it was that was chosen for her. After all, it wasn't required of her to go through with it and she fully intended to do just that.

But when she sees the name of her partner, she knows she can't leave him running wild in this club. It's not that hard to find him in the crowd of the club, once she knows what to look out for, talking grandly on and on to some poor soul caught in the crossfires of his ego. ]

Gilgamesh!

[ Calling his name, she tries to attract his attention but it seems she's too small to be seen and heard over those mingling about. It looks like she'll have to get closer, and she squeezes her way through the crowd, wriggling and squirming towards the King of All Heroes like a tadpole. ]

Gilgamack!?

[ And of course, it's right when she reaches him that she stumbles and trips, slamming face first right into the stomach of humanity's first hero. ]