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TDM #8


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « AND IT GOES ON AND ON


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.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your 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.

The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching.



» » » TAKE A RIDE




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.



« « « A POCKET OF PENNIES




The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies.

Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them.

In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances.

But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another?

Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all.



« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE


( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use )

Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket.

Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration…

Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become.

One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching.

Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.)

Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back.

Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased.



« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL




(CW: potential dubcon, objectification)

By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes.

They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person?



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

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

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character!

» A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with.

» New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths.

Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased.

Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire.

» Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places.

The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency.

If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

insularism: (₄)

[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-12 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a moment where his eyes were pleading, begging. Where he was a sympathetic, vulnerable creature, asking for nothing more than a morsel of sustenance that only Dorian could provide. They were a boy's eyes; wide and gentle and terrified. But as Dorian conceded permission that tender look hardened, darkened. An affectionate and measured cruelty sapping the innocence from them.

The look couldn't have been more than a wicked glance as his eyes closed, breathing in silently and deeply through his nose. Throat filling with the perfume of Dorian's skin and the blood that flowed just underneath it. A soft kiss on the shapely curve of his pectoral, and another and another. The final kiss of many left his lips sealed on Dorian's chest in an oval shape.

He could hear their hearts beating, syncopated and irregular beats throbbing in his ear. The longer he listened, the more his own heartbeat moved to match Dorian's. A steady thrum that comforted him (but also gave him an indication of whether he went too far and needed to stop).

His jaw muscles tightened, bulging at his cheekbones as his fangs pierced through his skin effortlessly. Like biting into a ripe peach the second his jaw loosened he felt blood trickling into his mouth, saturating his tongue and slipping down his throat like the world's finest fortified wine. How was it possible that Dorian tasted even more sumptuous than he had earlier.

As he supped warm, pleasant memories came to his subconscious mind. Walking through wildflower fields on the rolling hills of Wallachia with his mother, following her and seeing her flaxen hair blend into the tall, yellow grasses. Fencing lessons at blinding speed with his father, two sets of similar, pointed-teeth mouths laughing unapologetically at trivial comments. There were so many pleasant memories but all of them suspiciously relegated to his youth, and amidst the golden afternoons and candlelit evenings there was a vision that tried to spoil them. A flash of horror and heartbreak and

humanity.

The nightmare couldn't have been longer than their harmonised heartbeat but maybe a second was enough to see it.

A woman with flaxen hair in the white garb relegated to execution. Frantically struggling against her bindings as fire licked at her thighs and seared her beauty. The stench of burning hair and human meat egging on the crowd as they eagerly screamed at her dying, shouting 'witch' and 'vampire lover'.

Of course Alucard didn't realise he'd shared all this with Dorian, instead his fingers were exploring past his chest and lower down to buckle pulled tight by Dorian's tented trousers. ]
magocracy: (filled the high priest's heart)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-12 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[This time it happened much more gradually than earlier's fierce, sudden attack on his body, an arm snatched into the jaws of the beast. He watched Alucard study the scope of his chest in each placement of that wandering mouth, and as the moment stretched into eternity that anticipation wound tighter and crueler in his belly. The transition of expression struck a chord in Dorian: he didn't know what it meant, but it drew him to obedient stillness on the bed long enough for the vampire to find the perfect patch of skin and muscle to suck.

He had view of a pink mouth opening to further reveal the points of teeth just before they embedded into his flesh in that single, claiming bite. An electric ripple of pain went through him, more intense than the first if only for the tension of suspense built up to this moment. Yet it carried an undercurrent of biting pleasure. Dorian heard himself emit a low whimper pressed behind his own sealed lips. He'd never sounded like that; it was almost alarming.

The act was more intimate than any he'd ever shared. That alone tore Dorian between fear and desperate desire, the want to rescind permission and the want to keep their bodies like this for as long as he could physically stand. The stinging of teeth soon became the throb of his heart leaking blood from the wound onto Alucard's tongue.

And those images, at last, washed over him in a torrent. It was the last which sprung brief, quick tears to his eyes, quickly blinked away, possessed of a despair that did not feel like it belonged to him.

In return Alucard would see a similar reel: a childhood of beautiful things, material wealth, grand sprawling estates and a hot sun, but always with a pervading sense of emptiness. A boy playing alone. A boy surrounded by books, practicing magic to the audience of no one - or the figure of a woman who stood like a rigid statue of beauty in the corner of the room. Glimpses of later tutelage, magical duels, a landscape constantly shifting but always isolated.

The figure of a father, rarer, unsmiling. The words, You are no son of mine, in bright clarity.

Dorian was aware of none of this as his arms encircled Alucard on top of him, the rush of emotion almost too much to bear, a neediness in the way he rolled hips upward and squeezed muscular legs around Alucard's lower body. His skin felt hot. He wanted to be touched. One hand wound into gold hair, cradling the back of Alucard's head where it bent over him. In a ragged voice came out:]


Adrian...

[And he couldn't say whether it was memory of the past or the present that made him choose that particular name.]
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[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-12 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As their hearts beat as one Alucard felt something in Dorian's soul resonate with his own. A feeling of alienation from their fathers, words said in anger veiled under composure and disdain. Rejection, exile and a repressed desire to do better, to be better. Perhaps doing so would earn forgiveness, would have earnt forgiveness in Alucard's case.

He had to push that thought out of his mind entirely.

His old bedroom with shattered mirrors. A broken bedpost. Trembling hands. Blood. So much black-red vampire blood. And tears, alone in the dark.

He buried that memory deeper than his coffin.

Now a single tear, discoloured with a bloodred hue, rolled down from the corner of his eye, down his cheek quickly to linger on his sharp jawline. He hadn't realised this had happened, however, as his immediate thoughts were all on Dorian's blood. Its rich, sweet vigor blurring bad memories, replacing them with pleasure.

He had made sure not to sink his teeth in too deeply, so when he sensed that the flow of blood was beginning to slow he gave one final suck and released the tender, raw skin. He had meant to sit up at this point but as a delightful, irresistible ring of blood drops, like rubies, blossomed on his chest Alucard couldn't stop himself from dragging his tongue through them. Eyes open and locked on Dorian's. ]


Exquisite.

[ There were so many more words for it, for the exchange, but for now that one would have to do.

He sat up, noticeably tilting his head into Dorian's hand. He allowed himself to enjoy the touch in a sublime, quiet moment; eyes closed and expression relaxed. In all his years he had never felt so connected with another person, if this was all the poison's doing he hoped to God that it was permanent.

Eyes opened again, half-lidded and subdued, as he began to focus properly on that belt buckle which he now opened with ease followed by undoing his trousers and opening them into a revealing V shape. He saw the bulge and his breathing became a little strained, heavier, of course he was besotted with Dorian but the very hard realisation of this being his first time washed over him like hot rain.

Dorian was almost naked at this point while Alucard still hadn't so much as taken off a boot. ]
magocracy: (avaricious dreams had prepared them)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-12 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[It became challenging to separate the images in his mind from the reality of their bodies wound around each other, but when Alucard lifted his head and unlatched teeth, enough of the fog faded for him to grasp back at awareness. He felt raw and exposed to everything he'd glimpsed. Again he wondered if Alucard knew of it.

Focus separated somewhere between the drag of a hot tongue over the shallow mark, and Alucard's face, bare and pale as it hung over him. A callused thumb swept instinctively at the diluted tear-track to clear it away.

That word cut through the precarious silence. The answering laughter from Dorian was airy and soft.

However this had evolved, he couldn't fathom ending it now. The bite mark sat like a badge on his chest to match the one on his arm, red and mottled by the pressure of lips; both stung as he shifted onto his elbows, though now it was a vaguely pleasant burn. Intimate in its acuity.]


Ah... Allow me?

[Feeling clumsy as though he'd never done this before - untrue but convincing in the moment - Dorian reached down to drag trousers and underclothes off the rest of his lower body. His hands worked efficiently, delicately to strip himself, drawing his knees up toward his own chest to allow the completion of the movement. There was another thrill in being the only one completely bared under those scrutinizing eyes. Having a new partner look down on all of him: the sculpted muscle, dark skin browned by a loving sun, smooth and waxed for endless inches, not a blemish beyond the indentations placed by Alucard's teeth. His cock was swollen where it tucked in against the crook of a thigh, leaking pearly precome in betrayal of how much he enjoyed the attention.

He let out a slow breath, then another, trying to keep his heart from racing.]


Come here. Touch me.
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (fanart_cockybird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2019-10-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a criticism Mr Nygma, the Batman is just such a normal thing for me that I did not think of the implications of the name," still just as touchy to perceived slights to his intelligence then.

"You really do not like Gordon? He's not a corrupt man in my world and I suppose he earned the position through decades of working at the GCPD? and he has actually done quite a lot for corruption levels but Gotham is Gotham so every time you get rid of a couple of dirty cops, a few more just learn to hide a little better?"

"And yeah, it's likely I am simply a baby or maybe I don't even exist?" He shrugs, the idea doesn't bother him as much in a world that appears to have no Batman. He really doesn't know what he'd be like in that kind of place.

"You still work as a Private Detective last I heard." Actually true, the last Tim had heard of the Riddler he'd still been trying to reform with varied success.
theansweris: (AweInspired)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"James Gordon is a corrupt, back stabbing, hypocritical mouth breather," Ed spits out, not caring if he draws attention with his tirade. "I may have my faults, and they may be many and varied, but I have never set up a friend and ally to take the fall for my deeds. I haven't stood in front of the city and talked about the end of corruption while blackmailing officials into doing what I want."

Okay, he did frame Gordon, but for a murder that Gordon actually guilty of. And one he wasn't. Whatever.

"A- what?" A private detective? That's- "That's actually not a bad idea, is it? I'm certainly smarter than most of the so called investigators in the police force. I should know after three years working with them. But no, Oswald needs me. Needs- Oh dear. What is he going to do without me? He's going to be very upset."
championmage: (Eyefuck)

[personal profile] championmage 2019-10-13 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
You know by now I can barely behave.

[He rolls and presses his head against those nice fingertips like a cat (or a dog, more appropriately.) Using the touch as guidance, he obediently parts his lips and takes his cock in again, easily sliding down as far as he can take it. The sly and shameless smile only leaves when his mouth is too full to accommodate it.

Taking the hint (and absolutely loving the tug on his beard) he braces the palm of his hand on Dorian's hip and bobs his head, pleasuring him all the way up and down, letting out lewd moaning and sucking sounds. He can be as rough as he likes, but he doesn't need to ask twice for Hawke to finish him off in that hot mouth of his.
]
prince_of_pain: (fancy)

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | Submissive

[personal profile] prince_of_pain 2019-10-13 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Take a Ride

He maybe wasn't used to subway rides as the prince, so existing without anyone hovering behind him was both freeing and making him incredibly nervous. Crowds were bad, Gladio always said. But no one knew who he was here, right? At least the people staring at him were probably more concerned with the mark on his neck than his royal lineage.

Noct hoped to the gods that Ignis was not here to yell at him, because the next moment he found himself drifting off to sleep in his seat, completely missing the stop he was supposed to get off at and being rudely woken up by someone dragging him out of the seat they apparently wanted. "Dude, what the fuck?"

New Flesh

He'd TOLD the pair that he couldn't get massages because his back was bad, but that did not deter them. Noct was starting to think that people liked it when he was mildly wierded out, but an overly friendly conversation later, he was already taking his shirt off.

Noct kept his scar away from people as much as he could, thankful they had somehow ended up against a wall. They were saying something about 'sensual oils' and 'taking care of your partner' but he was already strong-armed into doing this. He didn't needed the extra embarrassment awareness would bring.

Plus, he hated the fact that as long as hands were gentle with him, it actually felt kind of nice. Nice enough that he was feeling all tingly and wanted people to touch him more which was absolutely normal, right? Having him to demonstrate on made the pair of salespeople more than happy to start enticing passerby to test out their various oils on his skin. The pleasant buzz that was filling him and pooling heat under his skin was doing a bang up job of masking his embarrassment as the one lady enthusiastically gestured someone over to the prince.
noassgardian: (w | seriously)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-10-13 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess your welcome to this place wasn't so easy either then, huh?" He can't help but feel a little bad for that -- no one should have to face this blind. Once they're settled, he idly peers down, listening to Tim's explanation.

"We can agree there. That's the one thing I really try to avoid. So-- I guess that means I'm dusting off my non-existent skills at picking other people up. Eventually."

His fiance will understand, even if Billy can't help a guilty twinge at the thought.
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Teehee! I'm going to kill you!)

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2019-10-13 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
I know I missed you.

Let me know if you need anything to help get settled in again.
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (businessbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2019-10-13 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That's certainly a very strong opinion of the man. I'd really love the hear the whole story behind all that. If you're willing to tell it? Were you the ally and friend?" It would explain the anger behind the opinion and yes he'd really love to hear more about the differences between the worlds.

"It's part of the reason I know you love puzzles. You'd done some work for Wayne Enterprises in the past. A former employee stole a drug and you were hired to find out who and have it returned."

Dropping the Wayne name might not be a good idea but they'll see. There's enough differences so far that he's willing to risk it.
theansweris: (Pleased)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-13 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I would've liked to have been friends, but Jim made it quite clear that his opinion of me was little kinder than the rest of the GCPD's. He was just more respectful than most of them. It was Oswald that he screwed over, had chucked in that hell hole of a so-called asylum at Strange's... tender mercies." The anger is real, a brief flash that he smothers down again, because despite that, Oswald is recovered.

Ed looks sideways at Tim, still slightly wary but also thinking. Tim came from a future. True, not his future it seemed, but one close enough that certain events may still come to pass and having foreknowledge of such things could prove extremely beneficial.

"Wayne Enterprises, hm? He seems like a nice young man, that Bruce. Intelligent. Polite." Two statements of extreme praise from Ed. "Keeps calm in a bad situation, unlike most of the idiot adults around him. What do you want to know about Jim Gordon's indiscretions? I know far more than the man suspects about him." And he would happily spill the beans.
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (moresurprisedbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2019-10-13 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Honestly, I'd like to know everything? I'm really curious about how the same place can be so different."

It seems like Cobblepot and Nygma are quite close in this universe. He has so many questions at this point. He wants to know about every difference between these worlds. Of course, he has to factor Nygma's likely bias into this. He obviously feels very defensive over Oswald and if Gordon was targetting his friend then any reasoning the cop had to pursue Penguin is likely being glossed over.

"Wait. How young is Bruce Wayne in your world?" Tim suddenly has a thought which he's not sure he likes. After all, there's already someone here who is a lot younger than Tim is used to and is from a world where Batman doesn't exist. Had Alfred ever mentioned Mayor Cobblepot? He doesn't thinks so, he's going to have to check this.
Edited 2019-10-13 11:54 (UTC)
theansweris: (Watch the World Burn)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-13 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I highly doubt you want everything, I've found most people when they say 'everything' mean 'pertinent information which I am not already aware of' and I simply don't have enough points of comparison to say what you don't know. I was there when Jim Gordon joined the GCPD. When he asked Oswald for favour after favour, for getting his job back, the replacing the police commissioner. When Oswald saved his life and I hid him from Galavan's men. I wasn't there when Gordon actually murdered Galavan in cold blood, but Oswald was. Oswald took the fall for it, because he's a hopeless sentimentalist for Jim Gordon, despite the man framing him, scorning him, using him..." Ed sighs dramatically and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Does that give you a good picture of Detective James Gordon?"

Ed's mercurial emotions are getting uncomfortable. He loves talking about how much he hates Jim Gordon, but it also tends to work him up, make him feel itchy in his skin. He looks off into the distance, at an intern busily cleaning some dubiously effective looking torture equipment.

"Bruce? He'd be, fourteen from memory. His parents were murdered two years ago, he was twelve then."
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (strawbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2019-10-13 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let me amend that then, I would love to know everything you are willing to tell me," Tim smirks. It doesn't actually address what Edward was saying about wanting to know everything but honestly if the man wanted to sit down and tell him every detail that he knew, every little fact. He would sit and he would at least listen.

Not that he's really want to hear all of it but you never know what he might learn or what Ed might let slip.

"It does give me a picture, I wouldn't say it was a good one of Jim Gordon. It raises a lot of questions once again. Although I can't really do an in-depth comparison with my own. I don't know the man's life story or had the fortune? misfortune in your case perhaps of being around for it." Tim scratches at the scar on the side of his neck in thought,

"And Bruce in my world is in his forties. So that's quite a difference."
girlofsteele: (fall with you in slow motion)

[personal profile] girlofsteele 2019-10-13 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[she smiles shyly]

Thanks. You, too.
girlofsteele: (fight fires in your best clothes)

[personal profile] girlofsteele 2019-10-13 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[she's curious to know what exactly he's trying to do. she assumes it's something with magic, but figures it would be rude to ask]

This place seems to be able to get in the way of a lot of things.
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[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-13 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alucard sat back on his knees and settled his palms on his own thighs, a single nod of acceptance as Dorian finished undressing for him. It was lewd, he felt a tingling sort of perverseness rush through his veins, accelerated by Dorian's blood in his system. Each movement of his revealing more skin, a greater canvas for his fingers, lips and teeth. His lust for him was unquenchable, never before had he felt such an immediate and desperate connection. He wasn't sure if he wanted to simply sleep with Dorian or consume him entirely.

Beautiful he thought as he unabashedly looked his body up and down.

A dry swallow; one in which he felt his Adam's Apple bob. His fingers reached out, feeling seared by desire. When they made contact with the soft curve of Dorian's upper thigh he could've sworn that his flesh scalded him. As measured as his movements were there was an underlying desire, a dark lust that he held back. A hidden beast, savage and cruel, biting at the imaginary bars of its cage. He ran his fingertips, punctuated by the tips of his nails, up that lush curve towards his crotch.

A soft, trembling exhale. When he spoke his voice was low and warm ]


I fear... that I will ruin your beauty Dorian.

[ Finally, after what felt like an age, his fingers felt just how hard his cock was. Curling delicately around its girth and sliding up, thumb finding the dot of moisture at its tip and rubbing it experimentally over the slit from which it had seeped.

As Alucard did this his other, free arm snaked around Dorian's back, supporting his frame, fingernails pressing into his shoulder blade. He leaned in close so his lips could find Dorian's neck once again. An open-mouthed kiss against his throat, marked with a dangerous, teasing scrape of his teeth against his skin there. ]
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Shadow Moon | American Gods | Dominant

[personal profile] curious_spirit 2019-10-13 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « AND IT GOES ON AND ON
Shadow expected this to be the work of the gods. He just couldn’t figure out who, wondering what Wednesday would get out of leaving him in a new city. Maybe there was some truth to what Laura said. Maybe Wednesday just wanted to keep them apart. But that didn’t make sense given that he’d already sent Laura on her way.

The new gods didn’t seem to be at fault either, and that wasn’t just because nobody had tried to kill him (yet). It just didn’t fit. Orientation was just about designations and sex when he attended after the embarrassing trek to his newly acquired apartment in a paper gown. He sat in a henley and leather jacket with jeans and boots, vaguely paying attention to the lecture.


» » » TAKE A RIDE
It …felt wrong to see the person without a line down their throat force someone to kneel at their foot on the train. Shadow watched warily, still waiting on evidence that all of this was real and not something created by Wednesday and company. He quietly continued to watch as the rest of the people with lines were forced to exit the train at Riddler’s Square. Submissives. It was a hard pill to swallow that there were such designations. If the gods were messing with him, why didn’t he have a mark? He turned his gaze out the nearest window rather than watch what was going on inside the train.


« « « A POCKET OF PENNIES
He looked warily at the young woman who approached him with the mark down her neck. “No thanks,” he replied at her offer. It wasn’t the first he’d been propositioned but she was more attractive than some of the previous offers. Yet, he noticed others in his peripheral vision. He’d been a thief but not a mugger before. However, Shadow had been jumped a time or two where he had a feeling of what they were attempting, seemingly not worried with his size. That made him think they had weapons or something equally debilitating.

“From the class I just took, I hear they don’t take kindly to people out of place. You might want to think about what you’re trying to do.”

Hopefully that would make them rethink what they were attempting or at least he’d get the attention of someone else that could help.


« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE
Continuing on the idea that he’d figure out who was responsible for putting him in this city, Shadow visited the Expo Hall in disbelief. He nearly tried on a VR headset until discovering the details. The booth for the Symphony Hydraulics was like watching a train wreck. He made a beeline to Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf between… performances? Shadow wasn’t sure what to call it. He didn’t stay in the new booth long before going to the next. Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets seemed innocent enough. A little too polite to be Zorya Vechernyaya but Shadow was reminded of the old woman all the same. The likeness was more apparent after eating the delicious snack. “Shit,” he cursed while trying to adjust the erection bulging at the crotch of his jeans. As much as he hated the idea of a blowjob thanks to his cheating wife, his mind wouldn’t stop conjuring images of the times she’d gone down on him. “Fuck.”


« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL
Sexy Metal Incorporated seemed like something the new gods would be behind. Shadow regretted entering the booth within minutes. Maybe it was one of the old gods at work. It wouldn’t be the first time that Bilquis deceived him. Laura was up there on stage, looking the way she had when he’d first gone to prison. Alive. And FUCK if the boner that Grandma Hattie’s treat didn’t want to make a believer out of him. He shook his head, tugging at his pantleg one more time before trying to walk away.
Edited 2019-10-14 02:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] venaris 2019-10-13 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
dean is no stranger to the relativity of time. he can nearly recall every minute he'd spent down on the rack in hell, enduring torture only to begin inflicting it on other souls, come to find out back topside he'd only been gone four months—a topic he still prefers to keep locked away somewhere it can't be touched. and they both know what it's like to be worn as a suit, to have to glance through the keyhole with no control whatsoever and just pray that the bastard guiding it didn't do anything that's too hard to forget.

most of it was.

he takes to sammy's deliberate stride, only because the thoughts and points he's attempting to connect are a distraction enough from the anger that seethes beneath. he's only been able to pick up bits and pieces of what's going on, but from the displays he'd witnessed back at that orientation (he'd never been a good student), it wasn't difficult to believe what his brother was laying out for him. he had no reason to lie to him, either, not if it was the real sammy.


So you've tried? ❪ a tone that's pained with hope, nearly edging him to respond in favor, but there's an expectant glance up to the brother at his side as if he has a feeling it might be otherwise. ❫ Getting home — ? ... I mean, come on, man. You're wearing a friggin' fitted suit, for god's sake. You on a case? ❪ a question that's asked, but one he already knows the answer to. he's clinging to any sense of normalcy he can find, but that typical vigor they both share to dig themselves out doesn't seem to be reciprocated. in fact, sammy seems... content. almost as if him popping up here alongside him was more a nuisance of explanation than it was anything else.

maybe it's because if it'd of been dean stuck in here for a year, he'd be in a hell of a lot worse shape than what he saw right now. his focus should be on gathering every scrap of information he can about this place, but there's something else tugging at him that he can't quite understand, something deterring him from that calculative path to get back, to wake up.
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[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-13 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was always nice to be admired, but there was something in the way Alucard's gold eyes fell across his body that felt far more consumptive, more intimate, as though he could see through flesh into bone and soul beneath. Dorian held himself still under the scrutiny. The slow pace encouraged an impatient ache of which he wasn't accustomed. He expected a rush, urgency, to be used and discarded in the bid for pleasure so like all of the other encounters in his life. At any moment, he expected this to tender exploration to vanish.

The fingertips were cool to the touch against bare skin recently warmed by clothing. A shiver dragged across his nerves. Alucard's route was unknown to him - he couldn't tell whether those fingers would reach for his waist, or up to his throat, or into the spread of his legs.

Alucard's voice was methodical. He wanted to pull him down and hear it pressed against his ear, every vibration of lips and tone.]


You haven't seen yourself lately, have you? [He purred the admittance, gaze dragging from the vampire's beautiful face down the broad landscape of a chest, down to the kneeling position he held between Dorian's knees.] I didn't invite you into my bed out of pity. I'm not a nice man.

[It was selfishness, maybe, his desire for him. Craving as much physical affection as he would be given on the point of dangerous teeth.

And then those slender fingers circled in a loose band around the width of his cock, reeling a sharp noise from Dorian's throat, body shuddering in the hold, pressing every inch closer, rolling hips in demand for a firmer grasp. He could feel himself twitch in the cage of those fingers, slit leaking more steadily, dick so rigid it ached in the cradle of that elegant palm. He was surprised by the force of his own pleasure. Alucard's mouth hung in the vulnerable dip of his throat now, all that kept Dorian from bolder movement. It was like being held pliant in an animal's jaws. His hands swept up Alucard's spine, tugging fabric to get beneath the back of his shirt, to feel the bare plane of skin hidden there if he could.]
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[personal profile] shoelicking 2019-10-13 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And pass up the chance to spend time with you? I would never~ ♥

[ His attention turns to the doll in Mikuni’s grasp, devious grin on his face. It’s stupid, but he can’t resist: ]

Abel-chan, I hope you’re not worried. You’re still the prettiest doll here.
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richard gansey iii | the raven cycle | submissive

[personal profile] dickthree 2019-10-13 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
» » » TAKE A RIDE

    [ King Gansey, reduced to submissive status. All of his assets, his titles, his power over anything have been revoked from him for an indeterminate amount of time. At least he was given back the clothes he came in with.

    Aquamarine polo shirt, khaki pants and those god awful boat shoes. It was the thick, inky black line, running down his neck that gave his lowly social standing.

    How embarrassing.

    On the next stop a dominant with their submissive board the train. He leans over, gaze following after the pair. ]
    Good Lord.


« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE

    [ He can't buy anything. He has no money, no way of accumulating it and he does not have a Dominant to look after him. All Gansey can do is watch and try out the products, but since he's got a little bit of dignity left, he just watches in the audience.

    When one demonstration becomes a little too much for him, he slips past people to look at something else. Gansey shuffles around a lot because this is all more than a little too much for him. ]


» » » NETWORK UN DICKTHREE

    Hello, please ignore my username. This was given to me when I arrived.

    My name is Gansey and I am in a very bad predicament. I live in the Down and I would much prefer not to be. How do I go about making a business proposal? Is that what we do here?
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[personal profile] coffeeandfire 2019-10-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now, now. You can be serious at times." Ignis chuckled.

Thinking on his partners, he smiled. "Currently, I have two submissives, under the laws of this place. Felih is..." He looked at Gladio for a moment, wondering how his feline submissive would feel about his friend. "Very charming and beautiful. We have a very open relationship, so if he flirts with you, it's quite alright."

His face softened when he thought about Robin. "Robin is very special to me. They look young, but I assure you it's.. complicated. We've both been here for a year, and we've been through a lot together."
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2019-10-13 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He narrows his eyes at that. ]

Such a pity, if that's true. I hope they don't expect us to fornicate all day.

[ Not being able to create things would be something of a blow, to put it lightly. He'll have to see later if he's lost his entire ability or not. For now, he reaches over to pluck his phone back. ]

But first, I shall have to learn how to use this device.