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TDM #8

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« « « 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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The Hero of Ferelden? Here? You're serious? [He gets his own reeling shock from that.] I do know of her, yes, though only because I've read enough of the correct history books.

[A giant nerd, at your service.]

Regardless, of course I'll be happy to make her acquaintance when the time comes. ['Neria' is a name he saves for later.] I'd make a terrible healer, but it does pay to have connections. A clinic sounds like a much needed establishment in a place like this.

[Subversive sorts of people are his favorite, after all.]

So what is it you've been doing to keep busy? Besides, well. The obvious.

[Neria's a good person to know regardless of her fame. In fact, Hawke's not said a word about it to her since the day he sussed out who she was, exactly. With any luck, she won't be angry at him for telling someone else of their world about her... though like him, Dorian probably would have figured it out sooner rather than later anyway.]

It's a nice little place. Good people. And they subsist off donations from newcomers, so they're not beholden to the good graces of the city. [A beat.] Great cook in the kitchen, too.

[He rolls his shoulders and glances up at the rising indicator above the door. They're nearly to the Up now.]

I work as a courier. Delivering packages and such. Nice, honest work, lots of fresh air and exercise, and no foreman breathing down my neck. Keeps me and my dog well-fed, and that's all it needs to do. [Sure, he could get a more prestigious "Dominant" job, but the chances he'd not get immediately fired for insubordination are slim. All the courier service cares about is that things get delivered.]

Apart from that, seeing what excitement I can find. [He realizes what that sounds like quickly.] Of the, erm... non-obvious sort, I mean.

I'll keep in mind your glowing recommendation.

[Speaking of cooking, that's another stark reminder that he has no idea, personally, what to do in a kitchen. Without the employ of Skyhold cooks or the personal servants who tended to him back home, he's hoping it won't be too difficult to figure out. How hard can fixing a simple meal be? He's roughed it out in the wilderness, albeit on rationed food meant for travel.

Oh well, a problem for later.

He looks at Hawke as they walk, arms folding across his chest. He has to resist the urge to fold up the collar of his cloak; he doesn't like how the dark line on his throat is likely to draw attention, but it's not the first or last time he's ever stuck out.]

Delivering packages? Do you wear a uniform while running around the city, at the beck and call and whim of every civilian? Is this a cover for more illicit work? Perhaps you mean to disguise more criminal undertakings? [Hawke and his... dog. Ugh. Fereldans and their hairy, slobbery animals.] I'm sure you find plenty of excitement.

No, not every civilian. Just the ones who've paid to have something delivered.

[He thinks it's a perfectly respectable thing to be doing, for all the reasons he listed. Not like there's much market for mercenaries around here... and if there was, it'd be for people Hawke would hate anyway.]

And no, it's not a cover. But I do spend most of my days out on the streets, unaccompanied and unsupervised. [A factor he'd thought about, when he applied for the job. Though not one he's had to take advantage of yet.]

I've had a grand total of one other "real" position in my life. What else would I be doing?

I suppose your resume isn't quite as adaptable outside Kirkwall and giant holes in the sky, that's true.

[... Which brings him to another question, and one he dreads almost as soon as it comes to mind.]

All right, so employment is a necessity. What sort of opportunities are available? I expect they differ by our stations?

[Does he want to know what Submissives must do to survive?]

Especially when they can't get a reference from my previous employer. [Other world and all. Also, he's dead. Whoops. Should have thought twice about jumping the Hawke brothers in an alley, Meeran.]

Depends what you're keen on. I knew a fellow who worked in a museum. There's plenty of offices about. And my roommate works in the city morgue.

I guess a lot of the native-run businesses won't employ Submissives in certain roles on principle. But there's plenty of newcomer-owned businesses that have no such stupid hangups. Some will just lie about your position and pay you under the table. [Which is how there are multiple Submissive doctors and healers working at Haven Clinic, for instance.

The 13th Step isn't far from the elevator, though Hawke stops them briefly outside to point out the large nearby skyscraper that holds the assigned apartments where he lives, once again expressing that Dorian can find him if he needs anything.

Inside, Hawke is greeted as an apparent regular by the staff. He leads them past the tables of gamblers playing cards, past the dance floor and back to the bar proper, where he takes his usual corner booth. It's quieter back here, easier to chat. (Oh, it's good that they've repaired the drywall over here, he was about to volunteer to do it himself after that nasty little encounter a few weeks ago...)]

Anything you want. We'll call it a welcoming party. May I recommend the "razzleberry martini?"

[Oh, Hawke is charming. Perhaps not surprising given all he'd accomplished in his exploits through the darkest corners of Kirkwall's streets - having visited once, Dorian does not envy the whole experience - but it's another to have a proper, full-length conversation with the man.]

A morgue. Lovely. [Blithe as he sounds, Dorian wouldn't necessarily be opposed after more thought. What he's not so keen on is the thought of menial labor at all. How is it he's gone from the heights of political reach, all the way down here?] Good to know the occupational divide isn't so strict as I feared.

[He'd pictured the slaves of Tevinter toiling in the sun while their masters sat on canvassed green terraces and drank wine out of golden chalices. He feels a sting of guilt for it.

Making a mental note of the building's look and location though he has no intention of running to anyone for help, ever, thank you, Dorian follows him into the bar, eager to settle into a seat tucked into the corner. It's easy to get caught up in the dazzling interior, so different from dim and dusty taverns as he's used to. Even the menu alone is overwhelming. Not just in its breadth, but also... well, the names.]

What in the name of the Maker is that? Are you certain you haven't just made it up?

Most newcomers take it for the utter pile of bullshit it is, thankfully.

[Hawke is familiar enough with the menu to pass it over to Dorian without looking, and laughs at the query.]

I think it's just meant to be a clever pun on "raspberry." The drink itself is pink. And they stick a cute necklace on it. Though don't have more than two of them, they're quite strong. [Especially don't have four.

The waitress is over shortly, and Hawke himself orders some manner of ale and some chips-- fries, rather, along with anything else Dorian wants. Once she's off again, he leans his chin on a fist and smiles]

So, Dorian, tell me about yourself. Where you're from, what you do... favorite color?

I see.

[Pink, with a cute necklace, and apparently very strong. It's the last part which he's the most keen on. In end he chooses something fruity with "sunset" in the name. Never let it be said he isn't adventurous.

Talk about himself? As though it needs to be asked.]

You already know part of the answer - that I am from the Tevinter Imperium, a coastal city called Ventus specifically, although I've lived in Minrathous as well. You also know that I'm a mage, clearly, and a very talented one. [There's more he could say about what he does but he'll leave it there for now. Dorian drapes his arms over the table, eyeing Hawke.] I suppose... green? You look like more of a man for the color red, if I had to guess.

[Hawke listens eagerly. He likes learning about other people. He especially likes not talking about himself all that much anymore. But also, he's never gotten much of a chance to speak to a mage from Tevinter. He spent a lot of time killing the ones who came after Fenris, back in the day, but never speaking. And if Varric likes him, Hawke can be fairly certain Dorian isn't the same sort of person as those slavehunters were.]

What sort of magic do you do? We of course hear the worst of rumors in the south, but I haven't seen you sacrifice a single animal under a red moon yet. [He's clearly teasing.] I'm getting a bit suspicious.

Red... yes. And orange. Sunny colors. Or, like a proper Fereldan, the color of mud.

Yet. You've hardly known me an afternoon.

[Dorian's mouth twists into a wry smile, finding it easy to turn that teasing banter back.]

Actually I specialize in necromancy, so all very dead spirits and no living sacrifices, thank you. Though I do believe even that carries a less than stellar reputation in many places. Tevinter is a bit more forgiving in what one chooses to pursue, so long as you have the interest, social standing, wealth, and raw talent. I was fortunate enough to have all four in spades as a child.

[Honest, not humble.]

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that mud remark.

Fair point. So when do the naked dance rituals start? I've always wanted to see one.

[Necromancy. That's certainly new. Hawke's eyebrows rise with the customary amount of southern shock at the very idea.]

You're right. I just heard the shrieking of a dozen Chantry sisters in my head at the mere mention of it.

[Though other than the initial surprise, he doesn't seem terribly perturbed.]

So is it a bit like spirit healing... except the spirits are ghosts, and you make them punch people for you?

[Hawke has never once set foot in a Circle for formal theoretical magic studies.]

Oh, they loathed me in Skyhold. I almost miss the daily bouts of shrieking at breakfast each morning.

[Mother Giselle, he's looking at you.]

The naked dancing ritual is a strictly private performance. [Dorian winks. He's never been subtle, and he's not going to be when it's clear Hawke isn't, either.] A bit like that, yes, although I prefer its more subtle and technical applications to just the physical, such as inflicting the torment and horror of death upon my opponent. It's much more effective at dampening their heroic valor.

[Just Casual Mage Conversations. Dorian's mood has brightened; he clearly loves educating anyone on anything related to magical theory.]

[Oh, a wink. He likes Dorian.

Also, necromancy sounds totally metal. If Hawke only understood the use of it as an idiom. All the same, he looks terribly impressed.]

Neat. That makes lighting people on fire sound rote. Electrocuting them, boring.

I'd love to see what you can do sometime. Not, like, at me, but in general. And not at the same time as the naked dancing ritual. Don't want to overtax you or anything.

Aren't you thoughtful. It's a good thing I have the stamina to match the skill.

[Oh, look, their drinks are here. He takes a moment to admire the colorful reds and oranges of his own in a clear glass. It even comes with an umbrella and what appears to be a miniature spear through a cherry, which Dorian plucks out and pops it into his mouth.]

That's something I've noticed is a bit lacking in the south. I'll never quite understand why mages aren't trained better.

[But that's a whole other chat.]

[They do dress the drinks up nice here. Hawke can usually even nag Wynonna into giving him extra cherries or other fruit.

He takes a sip of his beer, looking thoughtful at Dorian's comment.]

Well, I can't speak to that, really, as far as our Circles go... I've never even set foot in one. Apostate family.

[It occurs to him that Dorian might already know that. Maker, Varric and his stupid book...]

I'm not all that skilled myself, if I'm being honest. I've been told my casting's unorthodox and my style's a bit "improvised." I suppose it works well enough, but it's a bit limiting when I could only learn as a boy much as my father knew.

[He does, but he decides not to comment, sipping at his own delightfully fruity drink. There's a sharp taste to it that suggests it's also strong, which pleases him.]

You seemed adept enough from what I've witnessed firsthand. You have a more brutal touch, I think. Improvisation isn't necessarily a negative feature.

[Fighting in the Fade can go without mention. There was also that bit of force magic earlier. It's true they had other distractions but Dorian wouldn't be who he is if he hadn't paid attention to the combat style of other mages.]

Well, if you'd ever like any private instruction I wouldn't be opposed. I imagine there's plenty we could learn from each other.

Oh. "Brutal touch." I like that. It makes me sound so dangerous.

[Sometimes Hawke gives off the distinct impression that he does not actually know who he is. But it sounds way too sincere for him to be making an ironic joke...

In any case, he looks pleased by the offer.]

I'd like that. You could show me how to hold my staff properly, and I could show you how to pull off a beard like this.

[That was honestly not meant to be an innuendo.]

[Are you sure, Hawke? It definitely sounded like an innuendo.]

I'll pass on the beard if it's all the same to you. I'm not sure I could pull off "scruffy, hairy, half-wide Fereldan" quite as well as yourself.

[Dorian smiles behind the lip of his glass, taking another drink, making even that action look cheeky.]

Was there anything else you wished to know, while we're here?

[Sometimes it's just an accident, you know?]

You're right, on second thought. You're pulling off "dashing, handsome, clever Tevinter" fine as is.

[That one was not an accident. And it's accompanied by a smile that could be described as "coy" were it on literally anybody else. On Hawke, it just looks like he's utterly charmed. Champion of Kirkwall, utter sucker for fun, pretty people and attention.]

I'm sure there is. But I oughtn't interrogate you all about Tevinter culture and practices when you're still trying to get your bearings. So how's your drink? It's a marvelous color.

You wouldn't be the first of all of the interrogations I've had of late about Tevinter, you southerners are all very curious. I'm quite used to it at this point.

[Still, much as he doesn't mind it - and Hawke's yet to turn any real judgment or criticism his way - it's nice to change the pace of the conversation. He lifts the drink in offering.]

Absolutely delicious. Care you try some?

But it must get old, people thinking they know you before they even really know you based on one little piece of you.

[Like being from Tevinter. Or your incorrigible best friend writing your unauthorized biography while you're on the run and can't approve drafts.

He takes Dorian's drink and has a little sip, nodding with approval.]

That spirit they put in it... I like it, but Maker, is it strong. Some of the drinks here taste piss-weak compared to back home, but they pack a punch if you're a little deep in your cups.

Oh, it does. Though I imagine you can relate, Champion of Kirkwall.

[His look is more deliberate this time. He hasn't missed or forgotten those earlier flirtatious cues. He's debating how stupid it is to try and jump into bed with the first attractive man he's crossed on the street - after all, isn't that the purpose of being here? Wasn't he told of some quota he must fulfill or be turned into some mindless creature?

In his defense, at least Hawke isn't a stranger. Not that that's stopped him before.

But Hawke's right, the drink is smooth and doesn't carry that bitter edge he's used to with stronger spirits, although perhaps his tolerance is higher than the average. Not to mention its lethal sweetness. He accepts the glass back with a smile.]

Are you buying me a second, or should I expect to fend for myself the rest of the night?

[He chuckles knowingly. For once, the distant, glazed-over dread doesn't come across his eyes at the mention of his title.]

Of course! Second round's on me, too. [It's only polite. Also, he sincerely doubts Dorian has any money, and doesn't know if they'd let him spend it alone even if he did. He doesn't say that bit, though. He's pleased to have someone to drink with, for once.]

Are you in any hurry to get back to the motel tonight? I'll likely be here a while yet, if you're keen to stay.

[Just don't remind him of his empty pockets. He was starting to get used to the return to luxury in Tevinter; it's almost too cruel to have it now torn away.]

Hurry? Have you seen that wretched hovel they've stuffed me into?

[It really isn't as bad as he makes it sound, considering what he'd had to endure in the south. It's more the lack of privacy he hates. And, well, the decor is atrocious.]

If I'm lucky I'll soon find my way out of that place somehow. [Especially when his personal comfort is on the line. Dorian finishes off his drink, flagging down the server for another.] No, I'm in no hurry. Is this what you do when you're not on messenger duty? Idle around your favorite drinking hole?

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dorian and cullen just like "how are you a MAILMAN, hawke the champion of kirkwall"

let's be real, he was a mailman for 70% of DA2. he's amazing at fetchquests!

okay, good point

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