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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
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!! |
Cassandra Pentaghast | Dragon Age: Inquisition | Submissive
[ She can't do this.
It had been bad enough, sitting through the explanations and the initial tour through town. At first she'd been convinced that it was all a horrible dream, or a twisted joke. The Inquisitor had told her of the red lyrium future that she and Varric had apparently experienced - perhaps something similar had happened again? A nightmare world, soon to be put right and relegated to a cautionary tale.
But whatever happens in the future, she is here, now, and apparently this is neither dream nor jest. Her own status as a Submissive had hardly fazed her at first. Despite her upbringing, she's used to sleeping on the ground or on hard wooden floors, and she's never been all that picky about what she eats. Being assigned to a luxurious apartment while so many suffered, given unbridled power over people totally dependent on her sense of mercy just to live, would, she thinks, actually have been worse.
That belief is only confirmed when she's led to the demonstration and finds herself watching a half-clothed woman get down on hands and knees, head bowed and eyes covered as her supposed partner uses her as - as furniture. She clamps her hands into fists, closing her eyes and forcing herself to recite the Chant in her head in order to keep herself from upsetting the degrading scene before her, putting it right.
The Light shall lead her safely
Through the paths of this world, and into the next...
No, it's the society here, the underlying, inescapable tenets rooted so firmly in injustice and power differentials, that rankles her - that, and not her own personal place in that society. Or so she thinks, up until her silent prayer is interrupted by an announcement and she opens her eyes to find the formerly blindfolded woman once more on her feet, seemingly happy and content as she works alongside her Dominant. Cassandra stares into her eyes, seeking some hint of resentment, of righteous anger at her situation - but she sees nothing of the sort.
And then something is shoved into her hands, and she turns to find more than one pair of curious eyes upon her, upon the mark on her neck that she's made no effort to hide. She lifts her chin, setting her jaw and glaring at anyone daring to meet her eye, even as her hands begin to tremble.
She can't do this. She can't. ]
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[ She's not here for sex, or - worse by far - some kind of role reversal when she has no more interest in holding power over others than she's enjoyed the opposite - or so she fervently believes. No, Cassandra had sought out the club just for a night of respite from her assigned role, and to listen for any rumors, no matter how frustratingly vague, of any sort of more organized resistance. She cannot stand by and let the city continue this way. Let her life continue this way.
She has to do something.
For the moment, though, she's merely sitting at the bar, head bowed over her drink in an attitude that's half exhaustion, half ever-growing despair. The mark is still clearly visible on her neck and disappearing down her shirt; as much as she hates it, she'd never once considered hiding the role this city has assigned her. ]
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Well, that one seems a bit upset. Akande arches a brow and, after a moment, decides to approach- placing a light hand on another's shoulders to only-so-gently guide them out of the way before he turns his attention to the glaring woman.]
Would you like to get some air?
[A simple question. Not a demand, or anything of the sort, though she's free to read in to it as she likes.]
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But she's also tense to the point of jumpiness and paranoia. So many strangers, their character and motives unknown, and this place has assigned them such power over her. Has endorsed the abuse of it.
She narrows her eyes at the man, clearly distrusting, and looks him over. No identifying mark on his neck. Perhaps he simply wants to use his privileged position to offer help...or perhaps not. ]
Why?
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He can see that paranoia, and part of him is heartily amused.
The rest of him keeps his face neutral as he tilts his head, arching his brow at her]
I find it restricting in here and thought I might get some as well. But if you'd rather stay here, by all means.
[With that, he moves to go around her towards the door]
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Surely, it's better to leave than to stay here. It's not as though she can't take care of herself. Cassandra nods, and then follows him towards the door.
Once she gets out and a few yards away, she stops, closing her eyes and just breathing in the fresh air gratefully, relieved to be away from it all. ]
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[ Uh-oh. It's time to defuse a situation. Kara walks over to the woman with dark hair and a sharp gaze and doesn't waste any time. ]
If you need a break from all of this, follow me.
[ It's all but whispered. Kara glances at her — not her mark, but her eyes — and nods in the direction of one of the private rooms, then starts for one. They don't have to go inside, but at the very least this will get them away from the bulk of the people here. It's... a lot to witness when you're not from a place like this, and if this is the only thing Kara can do for a stranger who has no rights, she'll do it. It wasn't so long ago that Kara was in the same position herself, after all. ]
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It doesn't take long. Not when the alternative is to remain here, not knowing who might approach her next or what they may try to demand of her. At least this way, she won't have quite so many eyes staring at her.
Cassandra hesitates only briefly, then follows the other woman, still bracing herself for the tables (hah) to turn on her. She has no intention of debasing herself for a stranger. ]
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When the door is shut behind them, Kara sighs - needlessly, since she doesn't need to breathe - and speaks as she turns to the woman. ]
I'm not gonna touch you or make you do anything, I promise. I... I couldn't. [ She looks as distressed as she sounds. ] I can't imagine anyone wanting to do that, especially for show. It's—
[ It's like when people rent androids at sex clubs. She just... she doesn't want that life for anyone. ]
We can stay here as long as you want. Oh— my name is Kara.
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Even so, she stays near the door, as far away as possible from the other woman as the small room allows. She relaxes only minutely at Kara's promise, and gives her a stiff, awkward nod. ]
...Thank you.
[ It's grating, having to thank someone else for the common courtesy of not making her do anything, of offering sanctuary without demanding a price for it, and she looks away, ashamed and visibly unhappy. ]
Kara.
My name is Cassandra.
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It's only once it's been served and shot straight down, with a nod for another, does the new company speak.]
You keep your head down like that, people will start to think you like it that way.
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She had not come for anyone else to offer their unsolicited opinions on how she chooses to sit.
Slowly, Cassandra lifts her head, her eyes narrowing as she looks at the other woman. No mark on her neck. But that shouldn't matter here. Should it? ]
Excuse me?
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No need to take the advice, of course. Just that the uh-
[She taps a two fingers to her throat, where her tattoo isn't but the other woman's certainly is.]
Even here, people might get the wrong idea, if you're not meaning it.
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I thought the point of this place was to get away from all of that.
[ She's grousing, not angry at Charlotte so much as the world, as she picks up her glass to take a sip. ]
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""not sheltered""
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[ The Iron Bull's tone is soft, and he reaches out to place a hand on her shoulder. Right now he is relying on his size and the horns to scare away any dominants that might take offence to the fact that he is talking to another submissive rather than to them.
The Qunari looks as calm as he ever does, watching the people around them carefully. But there are scratch marks along the mark on his neck and a worried look on his face when he looks back at her. On the other hand, he seems to be ignoring the demonstration completely. Then again if half his stories are correct, he knows as much about this as the two holding the demonstration. ]
What in the Fade is this place? They got you too.
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[ Normally, having the Iron Bull find her in such a compromising situation would be mortifying, regardless of her own lack of participation in the process. Right now, though, just seeing a familiar face is enough to drain some of the tension from her posture as she turns her face up to his. ]
I do not know, I -
[ Anything more she'd been about to say is cut off, though, as she spots the mark on his neck, and she stops, shaking her head. ]
Oh, Maker. Both of us?
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Seems that way. Though I pity whatever fool decides to pick either one of us.
[ He smiles slightly at that. He's always respected her, she's strong and competent and hot as fuck. And he's made sure she knows. But he has also been around her enough to see the tension in her shoulders. ]
Breathe, they won't touch you as long as I am here. [ It is an empty promise, he knows that. But he also knows he might be a deterrent. At least for a little while. ]
You found anyone yet?
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[ The mere idea of it, of accepting her role and participating in this, is repulsive, and it shows in the horrified expression on her face. She hasn't even come close to considering that yet. ]
Of course not. I do not want this, I did not ask for this -
[ She looks around the room, distressed, both at the demonstration that had just ended and - even more so now - at the number of people who seem to be pairing off and trying it out for themselves. Her hands clench into fists at her sides. ]
They cannot make us!
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He already knows by now that she might not know him, so he approaches carefully and sits near her but not so close as to invade her personal space.
His hands rest on the table. One of them is a prosthetic.]
You look about the same way I feel. [He remarks, his voice wry. He's careful not to let too much sympathy seep into his words. He can't imagine she'd appreciate a stranger's pity, and that's where he likely is with her. He knows what it's like to hear her call him 'my friend' but this version of her probably wouldn't like him assuming that familiarity.]
let's just go for it why not
[ If the use of his title hadn't confirmed that she knew him, the look on her face would have. Relief, amazement - and then complete humiliation, her cheeks burning with shame as her eyes drop to the table. It's bad enough that she has to endure this. But to have the Inquisitor see her in such a state -
One hand actually twitches, as if about to come up and cover her neck, before she stops herself. She's made a choice not to conceal it, and in any case, it would do no good, only draw yet more attention to the ugly mark there.
Instead, she forces her gaze up again, drawn inexorably to the elf's own neck, and the lack of a matching tattoo. That, at least, is a blessing. ]
I am sorry, Inquisitor.
[ Of all the people who should never have been subjected to this world. ]
That you are here. That you must see this.
you have no freaking idea how happy you just made me! :D
You've nothing to apologize for, Cassandra.
[He reaches out then, offering her his real hand to take if she would like, meaning it as some kind of physical comfort.
Their friendship has never really been very tactile, but he feels it's still important to show her that he's not disgusted by her. This world disgusts him, but she will always be one of the strongest people he knows.
Still, she has the choice. She can reach out if she wants to. He's not demanding or forcing her to do anything. That's the whole point of being in this club.]
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[ Perhaps it's not her place to apologize for any of it, but she is sorry, nevertheless. She looks down at his hand on the table, and while it's true that she's not usually one to seek out physical comfort, right now things are different. She feels so lost and alone here, so utterly powerless, and that is worst of all. The Inquisitor's presence is a welcome, familiar thing, and she reaches out for the offered hand without a second thought.
It's only once her fingers have closed around his that she spots the prosthetic, and she gasps, shocked and horrified. ]
Inquisitor - your arm -
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This bar offers a place of momentary respite, at the least. A lack of assumed roles, and one where he may listen in, see if others are speaking of what he hopes for - freedom. It is here, mingled amongst those simply seeking unrestrained pleasures of another sort, but it is something.
Seeing a familiar face, however, one that Solas has always held respect for, makes him pause. Cassandra looks far worse the wear, and the mark upon her neck is one glaring indication as to why. It saddens him - anyone, least of all her, should have to endure such a thing.
He swallows the last of his own drink and strides towards her, taking the seat next to her at the bar. ) Seeker, I am sorry to see that you are here as well.
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Solas!
[ Has the entire Inquisition been made victims of this place? Cassandra frowns, distressed - and then the shame catches up to her, the memory of the past few days and the mark on her neck, and her cheeks burn. She can't keep her eyes from straying to Solas' neck - clear and unmarked. Is that better or worse? Better, surely, that he should not suffer the same fate as she - but why? Is there something wrong with her, that she should be branded when others are not? ]
And I am sorry that you are here. But - but glad, that -
[ She's not going to be able to word this right, is she? She looks down at her hands. ]
...I wish that neither of us were here.
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I forgot about the vallaslin and now I'm mad all over again
My role here is not important.
[ Least of all her. No, least of all anyone. She deserves no special pity here. ]
It is this place - all of it. It is unjust.
[ She nearly spits out the world, lip curling slightly in disgust. From her tone, she might as well have said it is crawling with maggots. ]
i had to ask specifically about that spell man, no tattoo removal, he can't ar lasa mala revas :'(
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