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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 « « «

leg_with_heart: (*Gasp!*)

Flesh

[personal profile] leg_with_heart 2019-10-19 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Hunk wasn't particularly jazzed about the expo, but he finds himself there on occasion. He had learned the hard way about the treats at Grandma Hattie's booth a month ago, so he eyes them dubiously. It was rude to have such a delicious treat that causes such odd effects.

A glint of familiarity catches his eye as he moves past, and as he turns his attention to the small person helping herself to the sweets, he starts at seeing her.

"P... Pidge?"
cryfrustration: (60)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2019-10-19 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
For his part, Vrenille has been nothing but polite to the server every time she comes by. He treats her like he'd treat anyone, all the thank yous and the smiles, and there's a distinct lack of sexual interest in any of it. He's not even close to flirting, even if his social position might appear to invite or authorize it.

He takes his tea with a little milk and sugar, and now that they're sitting here and everything's calm and unhurried, he takes the chance to watch Ed's micro-expressions.

"Y'know I'm actually not worried for you on that front," he says setting his cup down after a first sip of tea. "Something tells me you'll manage the contract bit just fine.

"I meant the quota. If you're not planning to meet it in your contract--and most people don't just--then you're gonna have to do it some other way. Three times a month. LIES always seems to find out when folks fall short."

He's very casual talking about this. Might as well be talking about the weather.
theansweris: (Mischief)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-19 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ed looks to the window, where his reflection grins and waggles his eyebrows at him.

"The quota will be met. I have no desire to break the rules and end up in any of the places they use for the correction of such things." He's pink again and busies himself sipping his coffee.

He wouldn't be adverse, Eddie. Since I'm going to be dealing with all that nasty, messy sex stuff, you should let me chat to him.

"Definitely not," he whispers. Then pauses. "I... definitely don't want to end up there."
pidgeypidge: (when you've begun)

[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2019-10-19 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
It was the cookies that ultimately drew her in. Chocolate chip wasn't her favorite, but it was better than nothing, and she figured the trade-off would probably be worth whatever screwball side effect these had going on. The city had never been shy about drugging the food before.

In the end, she decided to go easy because dealing with being overfull on top of whatever happened wasn't going to be fun. The only question now was how long it was going to take... and probably how long it was going to last.

She turned at the sound of her name, and promptly froze. There was no way he was here. Right? What were the odds of this being a trick? Honestly, she couldn't say for sure, and that was what bothered her. "I can't decide if you're actually here, or if this place is already screwing with my head."
cryfrustration: (43)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2019-10-19 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Vrenille isn't the sort to want to push too hard, especially not in someone's first few days, but he's able to make more a study of Ed now, and he's curious. And not just because of how that pink in his cheeks seems to contradict the certainty of his words.

"You say that almost like it's got nothing to do with you." It will be met. Passive voice. Vrenille might not know the grammatical term for it, but he catches the distance it puts between Ed and the act.
theansweris: (g3TiZLk)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-19 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ed looks up without lifting his head and for a second, there's something... different there. Something a little darker, a little angrier, maybe.

Then he looks down again. "Well, it's not my quota, is it? It's theirs, that I simply have to conform to."

The other guy yells at him from the window, torn between demanding to be let out, to give Vrenille a piece of his mind about what business it is of his and berating Ed about being so timid and so eternally weak.

Instead, he sips his coffee again.
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[personal profile] cryfrustration 2019-10-19 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
There's something about Ed that... Well, it's hard to pin down, but Vrenille just gets this sense that something's being powerfully, forcefully, and willfully covered over. Every so often, it peaks through a crack only to be tamped back down again. He can't blame him if he's angry about this situation though, so he doesn't take offense to that flickering change of expression.

"No, it's not your quota. But you're still getting caught up in it. I mean, it's still your body. I know a thing or two 'bout that.

"It ain't easy trying to live like your body's nothing to do with you. The bill comes due, y'know."
theansweris: (R: Condescending)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ed is already under a lot of stress. Everything about this situation here is stressful and exacerbating the problems he has. The shouting is so loud that it's deafening and he can barely hear Vrenille over it.

"It makes an ass of you and me," he whispers, eyes closing and a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth.
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[personal profile] cryfrustration 2019-10-19 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"What, assuming?" Because everyone's heard that one, only Vrenille's not sure what assumption Ed reckons he's made.
brooder: (thoughful)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"What you have mentioned could be useful and I am grateful. While I no longer want to ride or hide from my problems, there may be times where it is required in order to survive another day." At least, for whatever unknown foes he may face in Duplicity. He would never hide from his former master or slavers, not anymore.

"I do not know what English is, but yes I do desire more knowledge of the city and what I can expect. Where I am from there is magic, unusual and deadly things happen frequently because of it. What do we face here?"
chokethedog: (you won't feel remorseful)

[personal profile] chokethedog 2019-10-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[As much as Tsurugi has the tendency to follow him around like a puppy, it's times like this that it's hard to forget their hatred is mutual. Although Mikuni knows their feelings come from different places.]

Oh, what do you expect~? Somebody forcing me to my knees in front of you? [Their eyes meet and Mikuni can feel a jolt of electricity go through him. He pretends it's only whatever is in his system that makes him feel this and it isn't as if it was some mutual attraction that happened in that moment. And that this never happened in their years together.

He smirks, eyes still trained on Tsurugi's.]
You'd love that.
brooder: (puppy eyes)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"That..." Fenris' look suddenly grew uncomfortable at the mention of the device. He hesitated before he pulled it from his pocket and offered it to his newfound ally. "They told me of what it is capable of, but I..."

There was no point in attempting to keep this secret, particularly if this tool was going to be useful in contacting help quickly. "I was a slave, a bodyguard to be exact. There was no reason for my former master to teach me how to read. While I may only need to press one button I will need to be shown exactly where that button is."
Edited (phone tagging is typoriffix) 2019-10-19 06:32 (UTC)
theansweris: (R: Condescending)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-19 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That I don't already know the difficulties. Or the price." He lifts his head, expression relaxed. He looks to the window, tilting his head slightly and smiling again.
brooder: (furious)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
This was some kind of sick joke. It had to be. A member of a magister's house? While Fenris knew little of the Pavus family he had heard of them spoken of by his former master, and that was enough to regard this one with extreme caution.

"You are a mage," he accused, his voice thick with venom that hadn't been there previous. Something seemed to occur to him then as his eyes fell to Dorian's marking once more. "A mage who is a slave." A very interesting development, one that made him briefly bark out a humorless laugh.

"It appears our masters here do not play favorites. We have nothing in common, mage, Danarius is no friend of mine." Of course he assumed it had to be a magister that Dorian was referring to.
magocracy: <user name=herbskillz> (until there is no anything)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-19 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
This was ground to tread lightly. Dorian's hands came up, a signal of no ill will, though his mouth turned in a wry curve. It wasn't kind to be reminded of his status here, an already hateful reality he endured every day. Of course, he doubted someone like Fenris looked at him and thought to be kind.

"There are other mages here in similar positions, you'll find." He kept his tone articulately straightforward with just the slightest edge, turning it off the personal focus of the fact that, yes, he was a mage from Tevinter, and yes, they'd dragged him down to the position of a submissive. Property. "And Magister Danarius is dead. Several years in the ground, in fact. By your own hand."

Or so the rumors spread across Tevinter had whispered.

"So no, not a friend. I meant Varric. And Hawke as well, I suppose now."
brooder: (stare)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
That was one way to stun the angry elf into silence. At the mention of Danarius' death it felt as though there was a sudden emptiness in his chest. A hole that he had nothing to fill it with, for what had been there previously was an all-consuming desire for vengeance. But despite the flash of mixed emotions in his eyes, his face went into a stony, near-expressionless look.

His words were cautious, and almost forced to remain steady. "I have been told there is a difference between time from Duplicity to Thedas. As a result, I do not know this Varric or Hawke of which you speak." He avoided even mentioning Danarius again.

"So we have nothing in common other than the black mark on our skin. Tell me, mage, how does it feel to have fallen so far?" Not that he cared, but he was angry and being petty. One way to hurt a Tevinter mage was to go for their egos.
magocracy: (where hearts once beat within them)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-19 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
No reaction he could tell, not at this distance, not easily read given their unfamiliarity with each other. The lack of expression did not suggest anything good. What did surprise him was such a large gap in the timeline between them as evidenced by that reply. So even if he told Fenris who he was and what he was doing in the south, who he meant to help, what he meant to do in the Imperium upon his return, likely it would fall on deaf ears.

Especially if that was to be how the conversation went. Dorian's own expression darkened, not so well concealed. "Oh yes. I suspect you're glad to see it," he said, unable to repress the thread of frustration in his tone. It was his luck that his first taste of home since his arrival would be this particular elf. "The wicked, evil Tevinter mage put in his place at last. Is that all you mean to do? Mock me, when you're in just the same position?"

If he was lashing out a bit, it couldn't be helped. It was a sore topic. And he'd pressed it all down, smothered it every time he was around Cullen, reminded of his new status. Perhaps it was bound to finally come out.
prettymuchdead: (Jon_Bernthal_in_TWD_S_01_(94))

Shane Walsh | The Walking Dead | Dominant

[personal profile] prettymuchdead 2019-10-19 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
& a pocket full of pennies

[ Truthfully when Shane comes face to face with scientists his mind goes into fight or flight mode. Unfortunately with Shane that's mostly fight. Especially these days. He tries to cold clock a few of them until he's fully restrained. It's hard to listen to reason when they start giving him the full rundown of what he's walked into. The CDC wasn't too long ago. Jenner and his lying ass were still fresh in his mind. How're these folks any better or worse than him? Finally Shane settles down though and shuts his mouth. He doesn't see walkers. World smells different too. Back home it's hard not to smell death everywhere. It lingers in the air no matter where you go. Right now there's nothing. The paper gown makes him grumble, but when he gets outside and finds a limo he doesn't really know what to do. Luxury is finding a can of SpaghettiOs that hasn't been devoured. This is all kinds of different.

At some point he goes from a limo to a highrise and Shane honestly isn't sure what to do with himself. From what little he saw of Hershel's house back home seemed like a luxury they were given despite Carl's condition. Now he's got an apartment and suddenly it's like he's right back before the outbreak. It's gotta be a fucking dream. This whole situation is unbelievable. Right down to the orientation that he eventually attends in actual clothes. His clothes. They're just clean. Which is a damn shock after he's spent so long washing them in a river or any other small water source they can find.

The whole dominant and submissive shit sounds like it's all just made up. He doesn't know if he trusts it. Doesn't know how he can trust it. His world is filled up to the brim with liars. Folks will do and say just about anything back home. Especially if it means survival. Shane knows first hand. Otis is still fresh on his mind. The last thing he truly remembers from home is getting back to the farmhouse to get the medical equipment to Hershel. Now he's here. Wearing clean clothes and being told that he's supposed to be some sort of dominant? Before the outbreak Shane's sex life wasn't exactly bland. He was single and sleeping around was kinda just something he did. Now he's got a label slapped on him and some sort of rules in place.

Still. It's better than home.

Been a long time since Shane's been on a functioning transportation system. King County isn't exactly a buzzing metropolis, but he's been on a train or two. Still. It's been a while. Maybe he's just an idiot or maybe he's still hurting from Lori, but when a woman (he's almost certain is a submissive) approaches him he buckles a little. The walls come down and Shane lets himself get duped a little. Before he can blink though he's got himself a problem. She's not alone and they are not looking for any group options. ]


I ain't got nothin', ladies. You're barkin' up the wrong tree here.

& new flesh like a glove

[ Shane really isn't looking to visit an expo, but he's also not a damn idiot. He knows there'll be more people for him to talk to and that means more information. Getting to talk to someone who has a little bit of unbiased knowledge about this place would really make him sleep a little bit easier at night. Though having an actual mattress has helped go a long way. It all looks too good to be true. Not the underlying situation, but the world. It's whole and that's the part that leaves him the most uneasy. He's been in survival mode for so long that he's almost forgotten how it feels to relax. He doesn't know how to settle and he doesn't get any sort of comfort from a locked door. Locks break.

The booths and the people keep Shane's head spinning. He's curious and skeptical all at the same time. He makes a point to check most of the booths just in case he misses something, but at some point he does realize that it's just sex toys. Not that he didn't know what he was stepping into, but it's nothing useful to him. He doesn't actually think he needs any. At least not yet. The Climax VR Headset is about as appealing a kick to the nuts. Shane's not had to deal with technology much since the outbreak and he's not sure he wants to start incorporating it into his sex life now.

Grandma Hattie's Snacks and Sweets however pulls Shane in pretty easily. Food is scarce back home and good food is almost impossible to find. If it's not in a can or freeze dried you're not eating it. Wild animals are scarce really. Walkers overpower them and rip them to shreds pretty easily. Shane forks over a voucher pretty quick for some bread and spends some time wandering the other booths eating on it. It's about the best damn bread he's had in a long time. He's thanking his lucky stars until it hits. It's unassuming at first. A warmth that spreads out and makes it impossible to ignore.

It's an itch in the back of his mind. One that consumes his thoughts and has him trying to collect himself. ]
Shit. [ He whispers to himself. ]

& wild card

[ Feel free to come at me with something else if you'd like. Shane's a zombie apocalypse survivor and former rural deputy for the Sheriff's department. This is all a little over the top for him. ]
brooder: (sneer)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"This position is nothing new tor me, thanks to your people." He countered with bitter ease. "Perhaps I should be thanking you, for it has well and truly prepared me for this city. Only," he hesitated as he feigned a tap to his chin in thought, only to toss his hand out in a dismissive shrug.

"You should consider yourself fortunate. It is far more pleasant here than in Tevinter. There has only been one attempt to assault me so far, and it has been as long as three hours." Which was not a long time at all, but he was clearly implying it was paradise in comparison to the Imperium.
magocracy: (the high priest)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-19 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian's mouth pressed into a thin line. Once, he might have argued that it was not so bad for all slaves, but it was not a position he held now, or at least, it was not how he wanted Tevinter to exist any longer. Even if changing it could not be done overnight.

"The system is different here, yes," he managed at last, his voice lowering to gritted reluctance. "But not always for the better. Just... there's an emphasis on copulation, as I'm sure you've noticed, rather than all other realms of servitude. I don't need to tell you, do I?" They all were forced through that dread orientation. "Rules everyone must follow, regardless of station."
brooder: (furious)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Fenris leveled a look at Dorian that was almost insulted, as if the mage was trying to imply that sexual gratification wasn't one of the most common forms of slavery in the Imperium.

"The only difference between here and there is that here they are more honest about it. Or will you attempt to claim that you have never had your head turned by a pretty elven face?" The final words were practically spat out.

"I am certain you will follow their precious rules, perhaps even enjoy it. For what is a Tevinter mage without an insatiable lust?"
magocracy: (you will build a paradise on earth)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-19 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't implying that--" he cut himself off with a frustrated noise, started again. "I only meant the focus here is limited strictly to behavior of a sexual nature, for purposes of experimentation. We are test subjects. That's all."

Dorian refused to rise to the shameful bait of that question and the truth that laid therein. This elf knew nothing about him, needn't be provided any fuel relevant to whatever history he had related to a particular fondness for brothels with pretty elves.

"Clearly nothing I say is going to get through to you. Will you step aside and let me go, then? Or will you attack me here simply because of what I am?" He took a step forward, as if to test Fenris' boundary. He had to pass him to get to the door, after all.
brooder: (cold smolder)

[personal profile] brooder 2019-10-19 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
At Dorian's clarification Fenris merely replied with a faint noise of disbelief. Not of the subject itself, but of the implication that the mage was attempting to be helpful with information. He knew very well he couldn't trust the words of a snake, for they often spoke truth in order to gain trust.

"Do not flatter yourself, I am not purposefully standing in your way." After all, how could he possibly know where Dorian was headed? And he wasn't large enough to fill the hallway anyway, even though it was narrow.

He simply turned so that the mage would have additional room, and his eyes were locked on him the entire time. If Dorian came within arm reach, Fenris would have the lyrium in his tattoos to briefly flash, just to see if it would frighten or provoke him.
magocracy: (there was nothing but ambition)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-19 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
It was like trying to walk past a wild animal. One that might turn and snap its teeth at any moment. Dorian carefully crossed the distance and moved around him, giving as wide a berth as possible, but the sudden gleam of blue-white color had him in a recoil with his back to the wall, eyes narrowed to slits. Not out of fear, he told himself, but the cold wash of surprise. There was no attack forthcoming. Just that brief and brilliant flash. The static crackle of lyrium in the air, masterful work on markings no doubt put there by Danarius as a conduit for magic.

Fenris was not renowned for nothing. If he let himself run away with it, his fascination would overtake his common sense.

"How very clever of you," Dorian said, straightening again. "But I'm not going to lower myself to provocation, if that's what you seek." And then he stepped to continue past, a grasp on the door handle before he looked back. "They're serving dinner in the main dining room for the next hour, should you feel inclined to partake. You'll find you won't be able to purchase your own food outside until you've contracted."
motivation: (【 FIFTY-THREE 】)

[personal profile] motivation 2019-10-19 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
how's tomorrow?

[ her new address is attached ]