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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2019-09-12 04:47 pm
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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 « « «

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[personal profile] cryfrustration 2019-11-01 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Vrenille orders tea as well, his eyes scanning the diner's interior. Worn and humble though it may be, there's something homey about it--the sort of place that probably lives or dies by its regulars. He likes that about it at once.]

Two new cities, as it turns out. One of 'em's Veracity. [He lets that settle. Stephen, he's sure, will remember the name all too well from their time at Fort Harmony.] It's different now 'n it used to be, I guess. Shell of its former self.

Can't say how dangerous either one of 'em is really, but I'd sure take you up on the offer. This place they say can "fix" things...won't surprise me if their service can't be bought with money. [So what does that mean he might be getting them into? There's no telling really. He trusts Stephen though--trusts him enough to bear the risk.

There's a pause as the drinks are set down. Vrenille's eyes go to Stephen's wrist, noticing for the first time.]


You still have it. [The watch. He's a little surprised.]
seeingscarlet: (fragile; 223)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-11-01 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I can come with you. I...I really don't want to stay here much longer.

[The ambient mix of desire and pleasure is heavy and far too warm against her mind, and if she gets another glance of the redheaded doll, or any other artificial ghosts of people she has known and loved and lost, she's not going to be able to stand it.

And to be honest, Wanda's not entirely certain that Elsa could make it out of the hall on her own. She definitely shouldn't be left alone right now.]


I'm Wanda.
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[personal profile] insularism 2019-11-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Having been gifted with his mother's and (particularly) his father's traits Alucard had grown up with high expectations placed upon him. The pressure was immense at times; to be the vampire his father's community wanted him to be - the heir to a dark throne. With those responsibilities came the feeling of shouldering them in solitude, having no one to share the load with had been hard, suffocating at times. What all of this meant was that surrendering himself to Dorian like this was a relief in itself. Even though their actions were shared and intertwined he was the one guiding it, not Alucard, and that felt inexplicably good.

And did it ever show. The silent release of expectations put him at a never before seen ease. Whilst there was a sexual tension building in him, of course, there was a sort of free-spirited enjoyment of their bodies, pleasure without the pressure, without the requirements.

Dorian may have even heard a soft, melodic sigh at his lips on his jaw, may have seen the tiny sliver of gold eyes opening, blond lashes framing and softening their gaze. He had never felt like this before, never known such warmth and intimacy, the slightest of touches from Dorian were electric, sending shivers along his skin and making the near-invisible blonde hair on the back of his neck and arms stand on end. Vampires were known to have keen senses, and these heightened perceptions were not limited to combat - he felt stronger than most too.

But that expert grip on his cock brought on new, intense waves of pleasure, maybe Dorian would've sensed that much, but if he didn't the faltering of his touch on Dorian and the quiver of his breathing would've shown him how deeply he was affecting him. The small, pleasured sounds gently tumbling from those parted lips were exquisite, otherworldly, he was swollen with pleasure and delight, more than once did he tighten, tensing his muscles, clearly holding back from a long-teased climax.

This ravenous, violent beast was pliant to the mage’s will, hungry for each touch, every stroke. As he forced himself back into some semblance of composure and his attention went back to his fingers, curling and exploring Dorian. Pulling back the digits he couldn’t stop himself from blindly stroking Dorian’s entrance to see if it had changed under his attention, stroking lazy circles with the tips of his fingers and the smooth oval of his glass-like nails against that most delicate of flesh. The touch agonisingly slow and delicate, curious and new.

Finally he responded in more than moans, his voice raw with desire. ]


No one… would dare to, until you that is.
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[personal profile] arockypath 2019-11-01 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? You've been in a women's correctional facility too?" Faith quipped, knowing full well that wasn't what he meant but humor was just how she dealt with shit at times. Like finding out that someone she was talking to was in the same boat she was in.

She chose to be quiet then as he started to talk about the reason why he ended up in jail or so she was guessing. There was a brief glance when he mentioned his wife not being who he thought she was but she followed it with a shrug. Honestly, she didn't see why people bothered with the whole idea of marriage but she recognized not everyone had the same issues she did about things.

"I don't know, I blocked it out after a bit. I prefer to learn by jumping in feet first and getting hands-on." She replied, glancing around. "Plus it all seems pretty straight forward, right? Some people have power and some don't but it all revolves around sex. Add that into trying to do the right thing as much as you can and you've pretty much described life, right?"
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new flesh like a glove

[personal profile] arockypath 2019-11-01 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Faith isn't shy about sex toys or whatnot. That kind of shit doesn't surprise her anymore after all the things she has seen even before coming to this place. But still, she finds herself poking around the expo with the idea that she just wants to see what kind of things they offer. Just in case there is anything she might be caught off guard by. Also, it's a good place to watch the people around her and get an idea of what she might be dealing with there too. Especially since she'll be expected to hook up with someone (multiple or not) eventually.

Slowing down near the display where they are boasting about a headset, she studies the get up before turning away and looking around. The idea of the Climax VR Headset doesn't sound at all appealing to her either, to be honest. She prefers her sex with someone else, in person and up close.

Stepping away, she considers where to go next when she hears someone muttering to himself. Glancing over at the man nearby, she arches a brow briefly before considering whether just to move on or to stop. Sometimes it's better to avoid getting drawn in but she finds herself stopping even as the thought crosses her mind. ]


Hey. You okay?"
venaris: comissioned. DNT ! (Default)

[personal profile] venaris 2019-11-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
he hardly pays any mind to her protest—not with the way it flutters with the next rut of his hips, with how easily she's consumed elsewise as he continues to fuck himself into her, ignoring the ache in his thighs and the groan of his knees. he'll hold her weight there for as long as it takes, and then find another way to take her, if his appetite keeps up like this; and with the sight of her perky breasts toppling out of the baby blue fabric, he's got a feeling it's not subsiding any time soon.

he doesn't mind the grip to his neck and the pinpricks of her nails at his shoulders, even if he'll come to find it's a little more than a typical nail-scratch, and in fact it only fuels him to dig up a little more aggression, grunting shortly as he ducks in to hide his face in the crook of her neck. it doesn't take him long to be deterred by her tits jostling against his chest, mouthing down with the scratch of his scruff to press open-mouthed affections there. a mixture of teeth, tongue, lips, a hungry collision as her tight walls practically milk every dive of his cock.

he's sure she can feel the way he pants against her skin, those little animalistic sounds hidden by an occupied mouth, and maybe it's that devilish little treat that helps him, but he continues to pound into her relentlessly, the smacks and sounds of their skin and bodies hitting practically lewd and filthy—but it all drives him further. she's warm and impossibly soft and he's intent to devour her, teeth leaving behind their own imprints along the swell and valley of her breasts.
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[personal profile] coffeeandfire 2019-11-01 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"It took me quite a while to get used to." Ignis admitted. "But the other worlds sound absolutely fascinating."

He took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. "It's complicated. I think we're both scared of putting a label on it."
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[personal profile] legacyshield 2019-11-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Not saying it won't be great to hear about it." Kind of like a book he might read, only real. "Just hard to really think about as something that's real for the guy you're talking to, you know?"

Gladio watched Ignis tip his head back, frowning a little. Relationships hadn't really come up as a topic of conversation much between them all that often, not as anything but casual talk. They'd just had other things going on. And he wasn't really equipped to have anything useful to say about it now, not when so much of it - the place, the nature of it all - was foreign to him. But still. "Don't think it has to have a name to be important, Iggy," Gladio said quietly.

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[personal profile] coffeeandfire 2019-11-01 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed. Especially with some of the strange places people are from." Ignis nodded. He still finds himself being shocked at times.

Gladio always had wise things to say. It's one of the reasons they got along so well. "That's true. And I consider it very important. I've learned so much about him. He's so strong, Gladio."
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[personal profile] magocracy 2019-11-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He drank in the color of those eyes, magnetic as they were, twin pools of molten gold when they reopened. To turn such a powerful creature into this panting, prone mess beneath him, Dorian was certain he could become intoxicated on its spell if he let himself. As surely as Alucard might wish to devour him with every swallow of blood, so too did he feel inspired to consume Alucard, but not for the coppery blood that ran through his veins. Dorian wanted to wrest out the intimacy of an orgasm, to taste Alucard's come, to bend down and lick it right out of him. With the weight of that hot erection in his palm, it would be easy to do. All he needed was to lower his head and close his mouth and throat around it.

Gray eyes drifted to the vampire's rapt expression, gauging. Clever fingertips slipped lower on his cock until they circled the base to keep any threat of climax on its edge. Denying it to Alucard too soon.]


Until me. And now I have you.

[Those exploratory fingers made Dorian's lashes fall low, mouth half-parted, tongue wetting his own lips in one smooth sweep. He shuddered at the pleasure of being stretched and played with, delicate blunted nails at the rim of his hole, abdomen drum-tight and thigh muscles clenched. It was not enough to satisfy that ache to be filled to the brim. One strong arm looped underneath Alucard's back and coaxed him to sit up on the bed, so their chests met in a press of warm skin, to bring their mouths together in a slide of damp heat. He kissed him hard and grazed across sharp incisors with the tip of a tongue. A gentle hand steered the fingers loose from his body before returning to grip Alucard's cock.

Then, with a shift of weight, eyes never straying from that beautiful face, he slid them together like a key fitting into a tight lock. He felt that first push in and the burn of penetration up his spine, the sudden sensation of fullness as he settled himself over Alucard's lap. His arm kept Alucard upright against him. There was no movement, only tense seconds of still adjustment as he breathed deep inhales and got used to the feeling of being stretched open for the first time in so long. Dorian leaned to nose along the curve of a jaw up to a delicate ear, voice thick.]


Tell me if it's too much.
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[personal profile] motivation 2019-11-03 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's no part of dutch that wishes she could say that this sort of thing is a one-off, that she doesn't sleep with men she doesn't know. there are things she's done that she's ashamed of, that she wishes she hadn't done, damage she's caused that she'd like to undo — but she's never regretted sex. not even when it's been less than stellar, not even when she's forgotten the men's names, not even when she's had to fight for her own pleasure because her partners were selfish.

in the grand scheme of things, what's the point being ashamed of something good?

so she pulls dean in and sinks her teeth into his lower lip and then smirks at his growl and tips her head further back to give him space and better access to her neck, wrapping not only one but both legs around him and letting him take her weight, letting him push her against the wall.

with both her legs around his hips, it's easy to roll her hips against his, to seek pressure and friction. easy, too, to curl her hands in his hair.

he's no good with small talk and she's not interested in chatting and it works out great that way. it doesn't mean they're quiet, exactly: his tongue and teeth against her throat make her breath hitch, her legs tighten around him, encouragement. ]
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[personal profile] colorature 2019-11-03 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Every rut and buck of his hips has her jolted against the wall, and while it's not exactly comfortable, feeling hard brick against her shoulder blades, it's undeniably thrilling. He's quite the animal, Diva thinks, as he uses her body to get off, burying his cock deep inside. For a human he's relentless but there's nothing wrong with that.

Hugging his neck tighter she groans loudly, desperate as her thighs squeeze around his hips and her toes curl in her shoes. He's fully supporting her now and luckily she doesn't weigh much at all. Dean's breath is hot and sticky against the skin of her neck and despite his best efforts to leave marks that'll stay, evidence of their little romp together, whatever indents he makes disappear as soon as they're created. He's pretty voracious for a human, but then again humans were quite greedy things, weren't they? Never satisfied with their lot, not that she can blame them. She's no different.]


Hungry?

[She can't help but laugh, squeezing him tighter to herself where she can.]

Was the pie not enough of a treat for you?

[Clearly not.]
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[personal profile] venaris 2019-11-04 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
dean's not paying any particular attention to where he's being led, to him it's just a bunch of buildings crammed together in a city he doesn't wanna be in. it's bad enough he's got the set of keys for baby and has no idea where she's even been left—the more he tries to think back on the last thing he can remember doing, the fuzzier it gets.

Okay, so you've tried, and what? Now you're playing dress-up and just waiting to go poof?

whether his irritation is warranted or not, it's present, and a face his brother is more than used to dealing with. probably because, at the moment, it doesn't really look like sammy was hard at work hitting the books like he did back home, nose buried deep in those bunkers' shelves until they figured it out. there was nothing that they couldn't get to the bottom of, no matter how exhaustively they had to put themselves on it. so for dean to sit back and accept that sam's had no choice but to find some sort of complacency, it's not gonna happen anytime soon.

as for there being no red flags of a case, he's... not buying that. with all the weird shit he's already seen in his brief time in the place, anything supernatural would be mild if not dull in comparison.


Do you hear yourself? You sound like a Taylor Swift break up album. No work out there? Sam, I just met a frickin' vamp who says she's a Queen back where she's from. ❪ and he fucked her, but look he's still blaming that damn cherry pie from hattie's sweet stand that he shouldn't have indulged and yeah, conversation for another time (or not at all.) it wasn't just a statement, either, he'd witnessed the fangs, and if it wouldn't have been for whatever that treat was laced with, the situation would've probably turned from sleepover to fright night real quick. their voices take on a bit more of an echo when he leads them towards the stairs, and he's yet to consider exactly what he'll be walking into. he's used to motel rooms, the cold, cement walls of the bunker that shit, actually have started to feel like the only home he's had.

And she wasn't our kinda vamp. Nothing ugly about her. She seems like she just frolics around grinning at anyone who'll look and what, no one bats an eye? If there's one, then there's more.
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[personal profile] in_sects 2019-11-04 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Why do you think the kindness of God matters?
roseofthetyrells: (they hide it up the sleeves)

[personal profile] roseofthetyrells 2019-11-04 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Why does it not matter? If god--let's say for argument's sake, there's only one--is kind and all-powerful as most who follow god claim, why does cruelty exist?
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[personal profile] wildphase 2019-11-04 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [He shakes his head.] We're not safe.

[There's a lot he could say here. That at least they both got the better part of the deal (though he's sometimes not entirely sure that's true), that at least for him, it really hasn't been nearly as bad as it could have been. But he's suddenly aware that he's standing in an alley talking to a pretty girl, and about to veer sharply into talking to a pretty girl about sex, instead of just helping out a fellow magic user and he flushes, words suddenly running a bit to a stop.

He rallies, but there's definitely a suddenly more embarrassed look to him, cheeks flushed and a hand coming up to run through his hair self-consciously.]


Uh. I mean. You got the welcome lecture, right? Have you been to orientation yet? [He really should know whether or not she has since it's still mandatory for him as well, but he's doing well to put words in front of another right now.] It's not like we don't have any problems.
beautifulviper: (still suspicious)

i couldn't help it XD

[personal profile] beautifulviper 2019-11-05 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yes well. My ass has been a distraction before, so I'll keep it in mind during a pinch. But I agree that it isn't likely to be very useful in most situations.


[There had been a time, before the loss of his father and brother, that Laurent had the potential, and the luxury, of being someone who was dependent on others. Unfortunately a war stole both men in the same day, within hours of each other, though Laurent's mind skittered away from those memories. He frowned for a moment, wondering why he couldn't seem to remember . . .

Laurent shook his head slightly, wiping away the confusion and the faint worry in a moment. He could examine himself later, when he wasn't so potentially vulnerable. One brow went up when Ash suggested he go and attempt to change himself into one of those muscle-bound figures everyone always seemed to idolize. If that could have happened, he'd have done it seven years ago. He didn't even blink when the man threw a kick, too stubborn to allow himself to flinch.]



I'll need to practice. I am flexible, but I've never spent much time . . . kicking. Is there anything special that I ought to do to extend how high I can get my legs?


[The innuendo was automatic, as was the look he gave the man, but there was no genuine heat behind it. Ash was very pretty, and competent, but Laurent just wasn't that easy. The fact that the man could probably break him did have a certain appeal, however. That strength and skill reminded him of . . . well. Laurent knew he'd likely always have a certain weakness for men taller and well-muscled, not to mention dark haired and eyed. Ash was none of those things, but the man was still damned impressive.

Not that Laurent was likely to ever say so out loud.]
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[personal profile] conscitus 2019-11-05 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Taking the stairs isn't that bad, relatively speaking, when he only has to go up to the tenth floor, though it does take a while. That's fine in this case, since he's not in a hurry to get there, and they're seemingly the only people in the stairwell. It's a little easier to avoid confronting Dean head on when they're both moving, which he's trying to avoid because it would just be venting mutual frustrations at each other without actually accomplishing anything. There's no criticism that Dean could launch at him that he doesn't think about all the time himself, nothing that doesn't already grate on him, subtly and slowly but inexorably, every day he's trapped here. There's still a lot that Dean doesn't get, even now that he understands the basics, but it won't take him too long to understand the gist of things here.

Or he'll be gone before he has a chance to. That's always the easier option. That harder one is having to stay and find ways to cope with this place and the feeling that anything he does just amounts to treading water, with the one definite opportunity to get out locked up behind what seems like an impenetrable wall.

Talking about vampires, relatively, is a much easier subject. ]


There are a few vampires that I know of, and none of them are like the ones we know. Werewolves too, but I don't know if they're still in town, and a few other things that aren't human. But they're all just people, and they have to follow the rules as much the rest of us.

[ It's a bit of a kick in the gut that Dean's gotten to know a vampire already, everything that happened with Benny is still fresh in his mind, even though it's technically been a year. There's a stark difference between time spent here and what he left at home. Not that home has much more for him, unless he goes back miraculously healed, the same way as he was when he arrived here. He's got his doubts. He's also not convinced that his future is as set as his brother wanted him to believe before. The fact that he's still here, when nearly everyone else has come and gone, just chips away at any certainty he might have had. Maybe there is a reason he's stayed when the others haven't. ]

For the record, even if you did kill one of them, which still counts as murder here by the way, they'd just be back later, and probably even more pissed at you. Even dying doesn't get you out of this place.

[ When they finally do come out on the tenth floor it's a fairly open hallway with just two doors, one on either side. Sam's already got his key out as he turns to one of them. ]
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[personal profile] in_sects 2019-11-06 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Because we were given free will. As humans we're sometimes flawed. Sometimes cruel.
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[personal profile] curious_spirit 2019-11-06 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
A smirk formed on his lips at her response. Faith was quick, or quicker than him. He seemed to have a knack for women who were. Shadow started to wonder if maybe that was the female species as a whole. He held fond memories of learning from his mother before losing her. The same could be said about his wife before losing her.

He forced himself not to think of important women in his life, conversing with the woman on his arm about their present circumstance. "Any of this shit seem real to you? I feel like I'm stuck in a weird dream. One that has its perks," he flirted lightly in the end. She wasn't exactly wrong in her description of life. His had been similar to that until his sperm donor waltzed into his life. Shadow forced that thought out of his mind other than to ask Faith his question.
roseofthetyrells: (I messed up the missing of you)

[personal profile] roseofthetyrells 2019-11-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Then why doesn't god step in, tempering our baser instincts?
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[personal profile] arockypath 2019-11-08 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Quick wit and sarcasm were just two of the many tools that Faith had in her arsenal. They also played into her defense as they were a good way of keeping people at arm's length. But it seemed like Shadow wasn't having trouble keeping up with her. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying himself as the conversation continued and she certainly wasn't going to complain about the way he was looking at her. It made her feel nice.

"It's a bit off, not going to lie, but it's not the strangest shit I've ever seen either. I'm used to weird and....yeah, you're kind of right about the perks." She agreed, acknowledging and returning the flirting as she met his gaze again. "I mean, at least the view is nice so far."
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[personal profile] shoelicking 2019-11-09 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're not more careful, someone might~ ♥

[ He steps closer to Mikuni, leaning in just enough. ]

I'd have to take a picture. I know a looot of people who would love to see you fall.

[ More like a few people -- too many fell for Mikuni's bullshit act. Not that any of them were here. ]
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[personal profile] in_sects 2019-11-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't be free will, then.
roseofthetyrells: (all there is all there was)

[personal profile] roseofthetyrells 2019-11-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds like a cheat. A way of excusing the inexcusable.