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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 « « «

atbombshell: (pic#)

cheryl blossom ( riverdale ) -- dominant

[personal profile] atbombshell 2019-09-12 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( a pocketful of pennies )
( she's in the up, confident steps, head held high, working her way through the crowd though it's going unpleasantly slow for cheryl's tastes )

God, does no one know how to walk in this place?

( it also comes with a push, moving the silly crowd out of her way so she could pass. she definitely has the air of someone who is used to people moving for her.

but then someone bumps her, a little stumble but nothing that makes her fall and she turns, glare on her-- )


Uh, hello? ( but her pocket feels lighter and-- ) Hey. Come back here you cretin.
( network | un cherylbombshell )
( the video opens with someone that definitely looks like they've posed before starting this, a smile on her face that absolutely masks how she feels, red hair pulled over one shoulder )

So the wonderful people that I've met already have explained all of this. And I just want to know how no one in this backwards city has actually stopped them yet. You recognise the criminality of it but have done nothing? And don't try to excuse it. If I've learned anything it's that no one is untouchable.

( she's looking at everyone that tried to terrorise riverdale or hurt her and burned for it. sometimes literally )

And whilst I am so glad that my Tee-Tee isn't here I'm not ready to kick back on whatever hellish vacation they'd like this to be. So. No thank you.

( and she looks ready to close but-- )

Oh. If anyone knows somewhere that is at least halfway decent to eat I'd appreciate it. Ciao.
Edited 2019-09-12 22:09 (UTC)
dedikated: (142)

kate galloway / oc / dominant

[personal profile] dedikated 2019-09-12 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
— a pocket of pennies;
[ The Up is all about life being easy, or at least that's the conclusion Duplicity seems to want them to draw. It doesn't feel that simple to Kate, but nothing has felt simple for a long time now, even since before she was pulled into this whole mess of a city driven by sex and superiority.

Though, ultimately, all of those thoughts are just background noise to her steps through the street, brisk and decisive, though she's going nowhere in particular. Each corner turned for the sake of burning restless, humming energy in a city where she doesn't know what to do with herself. Not when she's quite so alone, lacking in anyone worth trusting or liking.

Though, perhaps it's a good thing she doesn't have Marc here. Bad enough to run into one night stands and lovers in the morning as they stumble out of her brother's bedroom, the very thought of her brother being in this city makes a shiver pass down her spine. Too gross, no thanks.

Another crossroads, and Kate's just about to pick a street to wander down when a woman — perhaps her age or just slightly younger, she can't be sure — rushes up to her and grabs her forearm hard, panic in wide eyes.

"Can you help me?" Kate's dark brows knit together, eyes cast out over the crowd of people from the direction the stranger ran — catches sight of someone barrelling towards them —, and yanks her arm back. ]


Just— Turn the corner. [ Shoo. Why is she bothering Kate? She could have saved herself so much time not crashing into another person. The stranger scowls, affronted, and takes off with a huff and nothing else said. ]

Fuck's sake... [ Words muttered under her breath as she pats herself down and— ]

Fuck's sake!

[ —Her wallet. ]
— new flesh like a glove;
[ Some people come to the Sexpo to check everything out, curiosity gleaming in their eyes as they hover over every booth and every new invention.

Others, called Kate, stroll around at the edges of the crowd, brows raised and arms folded. ]


The hell is this...

[ Part of her supposes it makes sense, there's Expos and Conventions for every layer of weird and nerdy shit, why should sex be exempt? The other part of her watches a VR Headset sales pitch from the outskirts of the booth and has a hard time not snorting with laughter at the idea. ]

Just fuck a person. 'S not that hard.

[ Why make it that complicated? ]
— wildcard;
[ Toss me something else! For those who might remember her from last year, I'm choosing to not have her remember anything about the place so, uh, have fun with that... ]
overcoming: seethesoldiers | ij (the blood is on my hands)

bruce wayne ( gotham ) submissive

[personal profile] overcoming 2019-09-12 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
( pennies )
a.
[ that teenage submissive in the absurdly expensive suit is definitely being herded toward a dark alley in the down by a group of ragged men with knives so certain that they won't be stopped or challenged that they aren't even bothering to hide this soon-mugging.

weirdly, the young man doesn't seem that concerned, expression giving nothing away except cool calculation. maybe he just doesn't know what's about to happen? ]


b.
[ or maybe you're the one being crowded up against an alley wall with a knife pressing against your ribs. ]

I think you should go, [ a voice pipes up, and that guy in the suit is calmly removing his jacket, folding it neatly. ] Drop the knife before I make you drop it. [ confident much? ]


( flesh )
[ for an eighteen-year-old, bruce has seen.. a lot more than most his age, maybe, but the sexpo has still been alarmingly eye-opening. he'd attended the orientation, of course, and he knows the requirements laid on him and what the mark down his throat makes him. in theory, at least. he'd thought maybe attending the expo would be a relatively tame introduction to the city and its culture as a whole.

boy had he been wrong.

some of the more traditional sex toy booths draw his attention from time to time, and he stands to the side to listen to explanations. demonstrations make his glance cut away, though, leaving him a little flushed and uncomfortable in spite of himself. he's not some innocent, of course, but it's still a lot to handle all at once, especially considering what he'd come from.

still, he takes some of the pamphlets. knowledge is power and all that, and submissive or not, he's still.. well. bruce wayne.

he doesn't mean to get involved in the crowd around the symphony hydraulics booth, but the noises had caught his attention, and before he knows it, they're calling for a new volunteer and bruce is being jostled and pushed his way toward the front of the crowd. when he realizes what's happening, he digs his heels in, eyes wide and alarmed in his face. he glances wildly around himself, jerking back when one of the staff reaches for his wrist. he could really, really use an escape right about now. ]


( wildcard )
[ encounter him on the train, or at orientation, or exploring the up or down. bruce is from sometime ambiguously in season four, though i haven't decided exactly when. ]
tiffed: (pic#11820585)

seifer almasy ( final fantasy viii ) / submissive

[personal profile] tiffed 2019-09-12 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
TAKE A RIDE
( it's probably the most normal thing there: the train. seifer doesn't give it a second thought when he gets shoved in with the group crowding onto it, and for nearly half the ride, he doesn't sit. maybe that's the pride talking, especially when he watches some sub wander on and kneel right next to their dom. he scoffs but says little, eyes focused on the outside as the city passes almost too quickly to really get an idea of what's what. and really, he's perfectly fine where he is until some smart ass decides to open their mouth about "submissives needing to learn their place" because he doesn't want to start a fight – not when he still has no idea about any of this yet – but the itch is there, right under his skin like an old friend.

so, he turns and punches the guy right in the face.

...which immediately instigates others to pounce on him and everyone else trying to break them up.

the taste of blood is sharp in his mouth, but seifer doesn't stop until he's literally kicked off the train at the next stop, somewhere in a place called the down. he spits and rubs at his busted lip, glaring hard until the entire length of the train has gone, and when he turns, he notices that he has a mini audience. )


What are you looking at? ( it's stern but not exactly mean, touching his tongue to his lip and rolling his eyes before shoving past whoever's standing there to leave. )

LIKE A GLOVE - cw: for alternated state / prostitution / potential for dubcon or noncon
( he doesn't remember getting up on the small stage, and he certainly doesn't remember being stripped down to practically nothing either. it's not like he has anything to hide – whatever scars he has would have been worn proudly anyway – but his thoughts are a bit hazy, unsteady. seifer squints out at the crowd, turning his head towards the distorted, loud voice speaking over him about a high quality virility potion that will keep the buyer aroused for hours longer than the other leading product. it's a bunch shit, honestly, but his mouth feels too heavy to argue the point. in fact, his limbs feel heavy too. a slight turn of his head earns fingers grasping his chin as they offer him as a trial piece, and it's not like he can struggle against it when he's too high to see straight.

how the hell had that happened?

regardless of that, he finds himself in a room with someone else moments after the end of the speech, seated on the edge of a makeshift bed that feels more like a cot and legs spread. his breathing is a little heavy, but that's only because he struggles to get the words out, glaring at whoever's with him. the look, however, is softened by whatever they'd drugged him with, and his words are a bit slurred. )


Touch me, and I'm ripping it off. ( no one can say he isn't trying. )

WILDCARD
( pm with questions. open to pretty much anything else, so whatever strikes your fancy! willing to write starters if need be. )
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Ash Lynx | Banana Fish | Submissive

[personal profile] jadedlynx 2019-09-12 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
a. « « « Train

[ Ash doesn't sit. Instead, he stands near the doors, leaning against the walls, hands. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, giving him a guarded look that doesn't encourage conversation. Jade eyes watch people come and go, watch Submissives kneeling in complicity. He doesn't believe they're as satisfied as they truly are. Anybody can be molded into something they don't want to be with enough pressure. At one point, he can be seen tracing the marking along his neck. They expect that of him, huh? Fat chance.

More than once, he's approached and told to take a seat. Third time's a charm -- and also the time they threaten punishment. Without looking for his assigned seating, he sits in the closest open seat. It seems casual, but his eyes scan for a marking. If there's something similar, the person is left alone. If they're free of the brand, he speaks while his gaze remains forward. ]


Try anything, and I'll break your hands. Don't, and we'll be okay.

[ Not all Dominants are going to be dangerous, but Ash isn't in the mood for teaching someone a lesson after the fact. ]

b. « « « Robbery - attacked (warning for small bits of blood?)

[ They were quick and well-equipped, but Ash is no stranger to gangs. When he steps off the train and sees the group of men, he's immediately on guard. When they surround him, he knows his suspicions are well-founded. However, their numbers make them arrogant, and Ash is trained. The fight is impressive but short. As soon as he gets the weapon - a knife - from the first man and takes down two others, the rest run. He's tall enough at 5'11 but his muscle is inside a slender frame and much of his technique is skill, with high kicks and well-placed punches.

But he's not untouched. There's a slash in his shirt with a small bit of blood leaking out. It's not deep, not is it dangerous. Still, he's not happy to have it at all. Ash places a hand to add pressure. ]


Damn it.

c. « « « Robbery - savior

[ He doesn't plan on playing hero, but the train is a necessity until he can afford something else. He comes and goes but eventually, he sees the same group of men. This time, there's someone else amidst them. Another robbery, huh? Ash approaches, sighing, hands stuffed into his pockets. He can't tell if their victim is skilled or not, but he won't take chances. ]

Back again?

d. « « « Expo

[ The entire city feels like a parody of a porn. Ash can't take it seriously, but he's also not accepting any food or drinks because he doesn't trust anything to be drugged. Instead, he walks around, wondering if there was anything he could actually use his vouchers on, making comments. ]

I feel sorry for the guy that's molded after. [ He makes the comment as he passes by a booth that seems to have a variety of dildos, including one that seems a bit mishappen. ]

If you're going to have sex, don't add the step of VR. Have sex or watch porn.

A fucking machine, huh? I can't tell if they're desperate or have too much stamina.

[ He's usually talking to the air, but his words are easy enough to catch. There's also never any surprise, any judgment. ]

e. « « « Digital

(ooc | I'm up for there being a digital version of him if anyone is interested. Tag in and I can write it. )

f. « « « Wildcard

(ooc | Have anything else you want to do? Let me know here. I'm so ota. If you want to discuss anything first, pm this account or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] wrinklesintimes

Ash comes with some warnings. Please read and opt-out if there's anything in particular you'd like to avoid, or if you'd prefer to opt-out of him completely. If you'd like to explore these themes or are okay with them coming up, you can opt-in, but that's not required. )


pidgeypidge: (of all the calories they eat)

Katie "Pidge" Holt | VLD | Dominant

[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2019-09-12 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
go on, ride the train (mix of prompts 1 & 2)

To say it was unnerving to be back here would be an understatement. Again, she'd been stripped and bathed and prodded at. But this time, there was no mark. As inexplicable as it had been to find herself marked as one of the less fortunate ones before, it was just as odd to find the opposite was true this time. Perhaps even moreso. So when they allowed her to redress and ushered her out to where a limo sat waiting, Pidge was beginning to wonder if this was all just some sort of odd dream.

The train ride was the same; all the stops were still there. The faces had changed, though. She'd changed since the last time she'd taken this ride. The first trip 'round was spent in something of a daze. For the most part, she was only interested in getting to where she needed to be, in keeping her head down, until she could figure out what was going on.

new flesh perfection

If the train had been surreal, it was nothing compared to the state of the city proper. Still, curiosity was a dangerous thing sometimes, and Pidge eventually found herself pocketing one of the flyers.

Later, she could be spotted roaming around, raising a brow or making an off-color comment at this booth or that. Some things, she realized, were about the same as she remembered them to be. Though she felt like this level of celebration was probably new.

Eventually, Pidge found her way to Grandma Hattie's booth and was more than happy to help herself to a couple of sweet treats. As unassuming as the booth and its proprietor appeared, though, she remembered enough to know that these were not likely simple baked goods. In fact, she was almost anticipating some kind of side effect.

choose your own

[The obligatory wildcard option. If none of the above tickles your fancy, feel free to leave me something else. Or feel free to drag her wherever. I'm easy to get along with. I'll match whichever format is easier. Keep in mind, though; Pidge is 17.]

network; un: aandrews

[personal profile] sensitivejock 2019-09-12 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Cheryl?

[ The video opens up to another redhead, though this one isn't posing. Instead, he's visible surprised to see her. When did she arrive? Recently, right? That's why she's still getting oriented. As usual, there are conflicting emotions: he's happy to see another familiar face but hates that they'll not be subjected to this place. ]

How long have you been here? Have you run into anybody else yet?
atbombshell: (Default)

[personal profile] atbombshell 2019-09-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear Archie!

( she sounds a little more positively bubbly to see him, even if it's hard to know whether that is real or fake with cheryl )

Just how many others?
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Sollux Captor || Homestuck || Dom

[personal profile] twopsiides 2019-09-12 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Take A Ride
This seemed like the most normal thing he could actually get done around here without it being a parade of what he should or shouldn't be doing with his bulge and human anatomy that he wished he had never taken a small glance at. It's not something he wants to see again and it was not something he had been really excited about either. In fact, most of the displays that he had seen at the expo were doing the exact opposite for him in the context of what he supposed they were trying to do. It didn't matter, not much did. Not much changed from place to place, even station to station, people watching wasn't the same without someone to trash talk the inhabitants to and it quite quickly turned to him watching the stations go by, ignoring whatever else was going on in the stations just for the over look.

He had rolled with the punches easily enough when he realized what those whispered sounds were and that he was seeing in 3D again after so damn long. Nothing he couldn't handle but some of the quicker people walking by weren't as easy to watch as a broad view out a window. The seat next to him was empty, probably because he had bored the occupant to death and they'd already melted away to something more interesting. Grey skin, dual tall horns and fangs over top of his lips were a draw for some to stare and if they didn't engage talking to him, he didn't either.

Despite what the reason for the train was, Sollux was finally just relaxing. None of the things here were much different from his own experience growing up in a society that had upper and lower class. Just most of the focus wasn't on mating until mating seasons came around.

Pocket Full Of Pennies
Having gotten bored eventually of riding the train all day, he made his way out at one of the stations, stretching his arms above his head. The news of gangs or other such nonsense didn't really bother him, it would take one hell of an opponent to put him on his ass anymore. There was nothing he'd like more than to maybe get into a small scrap, get the rust off, but unless the opponent had a good way to get an upper hand and knew just how to stop his psionic abilities, they weren't going to have a good time.

People in trouble weren't his business, but he was sure that if he didn't at least hail to it, he'd never hear the end of it once he got back to lounging around and being a useless write-off. If there were issues, maybe the small scrap in that way wouldn't be so bad either. He could feel like he did a half assed thing, look like he wasn't being selfish and forget that he actually shouldn't be a useless write-off. Maybe.

Until and when, Sollux wanted to have a look at the station map on the wall and see if he could get a better feel for where everything was before they undoubtedly got carted off by the establishment running the place.

Expo In General
When it had said "Sexpo" he knew that likely there would be some sort of this going on, but the tech part of it is what had him curious. As somewhat a coder himself, fellow children, Sollux felt the need to see just what sort of tech they were talking. If it was something he could at least pass time with then great, if not, then boring and at least maybe he'd find something more exciting to look at in the area around it. His eyes were certainly over by the AI every now and again, that was an interesting area as well as some of the more code-centric things where AI was involved in the guts and glory of the 1's and 0's.

For all the other things he's done today, this one might be the most exciting in the way that this place hadn't planned. Nothing really got him physically, but using his brain for things he hasn't in forever made it one hell of an exciting day at least for that part. Finding like minded people here might be a little more easy, people that weren't sporting an IQ of dirt were normally the ones behind the posts, but he has a great set of pointy ears to listen to and find out if someone's talking sense or making small talk and he's not afraid to use them.

All Else
((Your choice! PM if you have questions.))

((Imagery for the unfamiliar. I won't be, for now, using his lisp, colour or quirk for readability and no permission post is present for it so that's not fair to you guys. Sollux is 22. If you don't want Epilogue spoilers please let me know. I think that's everything?))
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train

[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-09-12 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know why he rides the train that day, but he does. It's not like he has anywhere to be or anyone to be there with, not after the last week or so of too much stress and people simply vanishing over nigh haven't left him in the best mood either. It's probably why he thinks he's hallucinating when he glances up from his device and sees Pidge. It's been... how long? He'd honestly lost count of the months because life never stops in the city, and his jaw drops, trying to work out the nerve to say something when he finds himself getting up out of his seat and moving closer to sit beside her.

Shit. He's so nervous. What if she doesn't remember him?

"Pidge?" Her name is so soft, he isn't even sure he actually says it.
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stephen strange | marvel cinematic universe | submissive

[personal profile] sorserer 2019-09-12 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
a pocket of pennies
[ in the winding streets of the down there's a man walking brusquely away from the train station, six feet tall or so; he's in a comfortable fall outfit, a hood pulled up over his head and his hands jammed in his jacket pockets. it's windy down in the underground for whatever reason: ventilation breezes from afar tug his hair loose somewhat from his hood, wisps of black and gray.

even after what feels like ages stephen still knows these streets too well, and their dangers. he's on his way home when he suddenly feels--someone following him from a great distance. he considers slipping into the mirror dimension or just dropping whoever it is into a hole, because he's never in the mood, ever, really.

but also he's from new york, or at least has been there for the better part of his life now; also, he's an asshole. so he stops in his tracks as he feels the presence draw nearer, reaches up to scrub a bare hand over his face.
]

It should be obvious I don't have any money.

[ there's a slight sparking in his fingertips already, just this side of suppressed. ]


new flesh like a glove
[ stephen had, out of habit, turned down the vouchers; had found them anyway in the pocket of his jacket. he's been exploring the expo at his own pace. in many ways coming back to this city feels, grudgingly, like returning to an old friend. a really unhygienic and tasteless friend.

at some point he ends up near the symphony hydraulics section, leaning over the rail and watching with an expression of mild dismay as a young woman gets annihilated by a dildo machine.

he shifts to accommodate someone stepping in beside him, gesturing out at the portables.
]

Just as an FYI, if you're gonna rent you'd better rent to own.


wildcard
( whatever you want!!! )
pidgeypidge: (cause you wear me out)

oh noo, Prom <3

[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2019-09-12 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's only after the Submissive passengers have been shooed out that she hears her name, and Pidge looks up in time to watch the blonde's approach. At first, she's pretty sure she's just imagining it, or that this is just someone who looks an awful lot like him.

Still, that wouldn't explain why he knew her name.

"...Prom?"
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sarissa theron — original character — dominant.

[personal profile] magnitudes 2019-09-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
the up.
( So. Okay. Sci-fi confusing bullshit, a limo, a very confusing orientation which has left her with more confusion than she had before and feeling distinctly like she needs to re-evaluate everything in her life. Given that taking up yoga and eating better isn’t going to resolve the current situation, though, she’s allowing herself an indulgence.

“Indulgence” in this case means one menace on roller-skates, with little concern for traffic laws. She’s going recklessly fast, especially for someone who doesn’t know the area, and she almost knocks a pedestrian before catching herself on a streetlight and twisting around it— and slamming into the side of a car. Or maybe a motorcycle. Parked? Moving? Who knows. )


Smooth as fuck. ( Wheezed, very much wheezed. )


a pocketful of pennies. (cw: violence.)
Oi, come on now, fellas. We can talk this out.

( The source of the voice (rasping, Australian accent) is a woman with a majestic mess of curly hair. Maybe a smidge shorter than average, wearing a very loud pair of shorts - those are pelicans wearing glorious sunhats in the pattern, yes - and a grey tank with part of the sides cut away. In one hand she has a half-gone bottle of rum, which is currently being taken from her grasp by a guy easily a foot taller than her, while another who’s shorter but built like a bloody tank steps closer. She’s relaxed and slouching, apparently unconcerned as she keeps both her hands visible.

Relaxed, that is, until one of the thugs reaches for the chain around her neck, tugging at it to reveal a golden ring, encircled with diamonds. )


Not that.

( Her voice is still unconcerned, and when the chain isn’t released, she moves quick. Not superhuman fast by any means, but fast enough to surprise the trio when she grasps his thumb and wrenches it outwards and down, and twists closer to him to drive her elbow into his neck. Winded, not down, and there’s the two others to deal with as well. )



grandma hattie’s. - (cw: potentially nsfw. sex toys/rough sex/sexual exhaustion.)
Smut or non-smut both welcome. PM me if you have other ideas you’d like to play with. For smut: F/F & M/F are both good, 21+.

( So sue her, the sight of food when wandering around this place was a relief, and she’s stocked up with a pile of things cradled in her arms as she walks, grazing as she tries to process some of what she’s seeing - closely eyeing those sex bots because fuck, creepy and the blistering fear that there could be one that looks like someone precious to her, someone she can’t afford to think about while she’s here.

There isn’t, so far as she can tell, but Sarissa’s worked her way through a couple of muffins when she needs to take a moment and lean against the wall, rolling her shoulders and trying to get herself to loosen up. )


Of course. Lust muffins. Perfect.


wildcard!

( Further to the notes for the hattie’s prompt, feel free to pm me with ideas! Sarissa’s background has some heavy themes, I have a warnings and opt-out for topics (or dealing with her generally) over here. )
Edited 2019-09-12 23:05 (UTC)
billionerd: (but calculus is so much fun!)

new flesh like a glove

[personal profile] billionerd 2019-09-12 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ray feels regret in the shape of a vague queasiness the second he walks into the expo. he manages to get to the worst part of it, of course when he sees stephen and he's a welcome distraction so he beelines towards him. ]

Doctor Strange?
earps: (pic#12974626)

like a glove

[personal profile] earps 2019-09-12 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A year into this place and Wynonna's more than gotten used to people coming and going (okay, obvious pun not intended, but it would be an appropriate joke considering the venue). Usually, the ones who disappear have returned with no memory of their time here, but there have been one or two exceptions to the rule, friends she's made who somehow manage to remember her face in spite of returning to live out more of their lives in the world they know, however long it takes.

She's sticking to the perimeter of the whole sexpo situation, keeping her hands firmly placed in the pockets of her leather jacket — seriously, if anyone's going to try to take her shit now, they're going to end up with a switchblade under their chin for their trouble — but if anything, the spectacle of it that machine what draws her in for one or two extra beats, especially because it's sort of difficult to tell if those chick's cries are genuine or something exaggerated for interested spectators.

She doesn't exactly jump out of her skin, but the sound of a familiar voice at her ear does prompt a brief start, and Wynonna's head whips back over her shoulder to confirm the identity of the person standing beside her, someone she hadn't even fully perceived until right this damn second. ]


What do you think the payment plan is on one of those bad boys? [ A question posed subtly snarky, and maybe with a tad of familiarity behind it, rather than genuine curiosity; she's more focused on searching the good doc's expression for any recognition there. ]
pathofvigilante: ("You're a rotting stinking corpse")

pennies.a

[personal profile] pathofvigilante 2019-09-12 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey fellas! Don't you know it's not nice to take things that don't belong to you?

[ said pot to kettle, but shhh. John Doe stands at the mouth of the alley wearing his mismatched best and a grin that could wither a thistle. Eerie trailing chuckles leak through his clenched teeth, but the group of jerks in matching jackets don't seem overly threatened by the additional presence of a single weirdo.

Even if they should. Now, John took a swing at the vigilante thing and fucked it up pretty bad, but that's why he's here, beating criminals to a bloody pulp with his fists and oh god Bruce would be so proud of him-- but, like, one second?

That's... that's not... no, Brucie isn't that young!

Yeah dude now he's staring at you like he's seen a ghost and can't brain anymore. ]
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Eliot Waugh ➼ The Magicians ➼ Submissive

[personal profile] endlessflask 2019-09-12 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
➼ i. ARRIVAL / TAKE A RIDE

[ Being bounced around places isn’t new for Eliot. What’s new for him is the treatment upon arrival, which is both attentive and dismissive. It feels too Test Subject and he’s not about that, but what’s worse is when they just push him out on to the street in that stupid paper gown and say, oh, he’ll get his shit later. ]

What the fuck -

[ But that’s it. He’s left alone and his side fucking hurts and he doesn’t even have a cane with him and this sucks more than all the bullshit leading up to it. There’s a train station, though. At least he can sit and if he gets on the train, it’ll be out of the autumn chill that’s nipping in the air.

If no one finds him before the train arrives, Eliot settles on a seat on the train, muttering to himself about being submissive - which also, what the fuck is that about - but. Whatever. He comforts himself with the knowledge that weird shit happens to him all the time.
]


➼ ii. NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE

[ This is more Eliot’s speed. He’s not exactly shy about sex and depravity and having a good time, and it at least gives him a chance to forget about all the other shit. And he has his own clothes back, so he walks along, cane helping with his slight limp, wearing a sharp black suit sans jacket. He spends a decent amount of time at each booth, because he’s genuinely interested for the most part.

The problem with being dubbed submissive is that, hey, he doesn’t really have any money to spend, and if he did he’d spend it on cigarettes and not a fuck machine. Though he does wistfully eye up Grandma Hattie’s baked goods before turning to move along.
]


➼ iii. WILDCARD

Choose your own adventure. The world is your oyster.
bragnificent: (🌟 ⦄ 312)

▶ a pocketful of pennies

[personal profile] bragnificent 2019-09-13 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Reggie lives in the Up, so it's not strange he'd be in the area; not so close that he sees her right away, especially not with these kind of post-orientation crowds, but he'd know her voice anywhere. Impossible to mistake it, really.

Wherever he is, he turns toward it, and makes his way through the crowd to find her; easier for him, probably, if only due to his size and bulk, and the fact he has no reservations simply shoving people out of the way. No stripe down his neck is going to change him, even -- or especially -- in a place like this.
]

Cheryl? [ His eyebrows lift, like, hey, but then it's down to business: ] What's going on?
batfromthedead: ([unmasked] Listening)

Jason Todd | DC Comics (pre-New 52) | Dominant

[personal profile] batfromthedead 2019-09-13 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
A. A Pocket of Pennies I: The Up

It's been a weird day. Not the weirdest for Jason Todd--no, that probably goes to some time in his stretch traipsing through the multiverse with Donna and that rogue Monitor, before things went to hell--or, more literally, to Apokolips. Before Bruce went missing, totally fucking over Jason's plans.

As he steps off the train into the gorgeous sunny plaza in the Up, though, it really reminds him of that. This isn't his Earth, that's for certain. He could catch a cab back to his suite, but instead he decides to hoof it and get the lay of the land.

Everything really does seem genuinely nice, and maybe a less paranoid person would've relaxed even walking into the crowd near the market stalls… but you didn't come out of training with Batman and not be paranoid. Instead, though his body's loose enough, he's paying sharp attention, and notices the girl bump into the other stranger who's clearly drinking in the sights.

He's not sure if it's just a pickpocketing ploy or a chance to lure them into something worse, but he sees the watchers from a side street clearly waiting for this to play out. He almost lets it go… but no. Clearly this person doesn't know what is happening to them.

"There you are!" Jason announces, pushing between the stranger and their would-be assailant with zero apology. "I've been looking all over for you. Come on, we need to get back before you're missed."

Ignoring the girl completely, he steers them towards the edge of the crowd, not letting them struggle free until they get out of earshot.


B. A Pocket of Pennies II: The Down (cw: gun violence)

At night, the Red Hood goes hunting.

It sinks in quickly: despite all the weird divides and dynamics, despite the superficial shine on the city above, Duplicity isn't so different from Gotham after all. The ones with money and power sit contented in their high-rise towers while the poor scrabble at each others' throats in the dirt below, longing to be taken in by those above, whether those others have their best interest at heart or not.

Jason has heard the rumors about the Bulldogs and their brutal attacks, and wants to see for himself what's going on. So it becomes a routine: he rides down to the lower city in the unassuming street clothes he picked up, carrying a duffel bag holding his gear. His collar is high, and the hood of his hooded sweatshirt up, pulled down enough over his face that it's not immediately obvious whether he's marked as a Submissive or not--and indeed, he blends in with that crowd as the number of Dominants on the train dwindles.

He gets off at the last stop, and heads purposefully out into the night even though he originally picked a direction at random. He moves like he belongs here, like he's no one to fuck with. When he's sure that no one's around, he ducks down an alleyway where he's completely hidden from the street. The hoodie comes off, the Hood goes on, along with his body armor. And his guns.

He stays high when he can, keeping to rooftops and fire escapes. After the first night, he has a grappling hook and line, purchased in the Up where he feigned an interest in spelunking in the caves of the Down. He'll modify it later. Too much to do.

And when he does find would-be muggers with a target? He shoots first and asks questions later. At least he's just shooting to disable ...for now.

[ ooc: Feel free to find him on the train, as a victim of a mugging, a predator yourself, or even just someone who happens to catch a glance of this weirdo in black leather and a bright red helmet climbing around on buildings. ]


C. New Flesh Like a Glove: General

Back when he was a teenager, and publicly Bruce Wayne's charity case of choice, Jason had been to so many tech expos, trailing behind the billionaire whether he was just a special guest or actually representing his company. Usually, they were also scouting for actual new developments that would be useful in their night job, too, but it was still usually boring.

But he has never been to a tech expo like this one. Not that he's shocked, exactly, but he never really thought that there even could be so many different appliances and apparatus designed for sex. And he's anything but bored.

Catch him wandering the rows, collecting a brand-emblazoned bag full of freebies and ads. Sometimes he stops to watch a demonstration, or to linger as someone else volunteers, but he never steps forward himself.


D. New Flesh Like a Glove: VR

At least, not until he reaches the booth advertising the Climax Headset. That he finds fascinating, though also a little troubling. He wants to try, but isn't sure he trusts something that's interfacing with his brain. So he watches several people throughout their experience, looking for any clue that the headset has any unadvertised side effects.
If there are any, he doesn't see them. Instead, he just ends up really, really turned on by watching others writhing in pleasure, orgasming without being touched.

Eventually when an attendant asks for two more volunteers, he steps forward right away, not caring who else he's paired with…

[ ooc: Open to playing out pretty much any kink with any gender through VR. I have an incomplete kink list here for inspiration, with the caveat that he's usually a top with a sadistic streak, but the right strong-willed man or woman can certainly shift him otherwise, especially if they remind him on some level of Talia or Bruce. ]

E. Wildcard

[ ooc: Throw me something else, in either the Up or the Down. While he spends some nights in costume looking for fights, he's also out exploring in casual clothes, peeking into whatever establishments catch his interest. Feel free to hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] cubewithlegs to hash things out, or just tag away! ]
Edited 2019-09-13 00:29 (UTC)
fixating: (do you walk in the valley of kings)

flesh.

[personal profile] fixating 2019-09-13 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ regulus is wandering, mostly. he's not much interested, but some things catch his eye, and he's always on the lookout for people he might know. mostly from wariness.

there's a boy about his age, one he recognizes, but can't place a moment. then he realizes: alfred's photograph of his charge.

a cold bolt of ice settles in his stomach.

it's bruce wayne.

alfred's important boy, you know, the one that's not him. and he's in trouble. regulus, bitter and petty as he is, considers just walking away and pretending he didn't see it. but that would upset alfred, who believes regulus can be good, can improve himself, so he--

--steps over, head held high, and speaks sharply as he grasps bruce's other wrist, grip like iron. ]


Our dominant wouldn't like that, thank you.

[ he says it sharply, curtly, and plucks a folded-up contract from his pocket to wave in the man's face. he's thin, and relatively small, with slicked-back hair and grey eyes. he clearly comes from money, in a well-cut suit, and--

--that's a little weird, isn't it? he looks a bit like bruce, just without blue eyes and with a posh british accent. but the staff relents, without looking at the contract, and regulus drags bruce away from the crowd without another word.

finally, when they're away, he lets go. ]


You're Bruce Wayne, right?

[ he's panicking, inwardly, because surely alfred is going to abandon him now, but maybe--maybe, if he's good, he'll keep him. ]
overcoming: seethesoldiers | ij (now i'm standing on the edge)

[personal profile] overcoming 2019-09-13 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ bruce is not expecting to be interrupted; he wasn't even particularly expecting to be noticed. whatever his clothing, he's still a submissive in the down, and he's quickly learning that submissives are largely ignored everywhere in this bizarre place.

the voice, then, brings his glance up, puzzled and a little startled beneath the careful blankness. but the way he looks is.. uncomfortably familiar. bruce instinctively recoils, brows drawing together as the stranger--smile familiar, like jerome's--stares at him, looking as surprised to see bruce as the younger man is to see him.

now isn't the time, though. he has a more pressing concern, which is currently digging into his side unpleasantly. ]


Excuse me, [ he says, polite out of reflex more than anything, and then whips around, leg snapping up in a kick straight into one of his attackers' forearms. the guy swears and drops the knife, clutching his arm to himself, and bruce drops down to catch it, sweeping his leg out to knock another one of his feet. he dances back then, knife held before himself and trying to keep his eyes both on the would-be muggers and the strange not-jerome. ]

I don't want any more trouble.

[personal profile] sensitivejock 2019-09-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Me, Veronica, Jug, Betty, and Reggie are all here. Betty's been here for a while, and we've all kind of dropped in.

Where are you? Are you okay?

[ Real or fake, Cheryl is still a person, and it worries him to know she's been here alone. She's capable, without a doubt. Probably more capable than him, but Archie has seen what this place can do. ]
batfromthedead: ([unmasked] Wink)

flesh

[personal profile] batfromthedead 2019-09-13 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jason's been wandering around the expo for a while, watching various people volunteer or "volunteer" for demonstrations all day. But when he sees the clearly resistant teen about to get grabbed for those honestly brutal (but kind of hot) machines, he pushes his way forward, grabbing the kid by the shoulder. ]

Hey, hands off, this one's mine.

[ He firmly pulls him back, steering him out of the crowd, before he finally lets go and offers him a quick smile and a wink. ]

Sorry about that, you looked like you could use an out.

[ He looks the kid up and down, making sure he's all right before he walks away, but-- he goes still, a look of confusion creeping onto his normally well-controlled face. Those eyes, those angles... What the fuck? ]
earps: (pic#12681735)

the up

[personal profile] earps 2019-09-13 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not the worst attempt at a dismount Wynonna's ever seen, but she also wouldn't be half as graceful on anything with wheels on her feet.

The reason she's stopped on the sidewalk in the first place, on her way back to the highrise apartments from the bar, is to admire the motorcycle in question — not hers, but it's big and black and it reminds her of her old beaut from back home, and maybe she's feeling somewhat more sentimental than normal between slowly coming up on her one-year anniversary in this city and more prone to nostalgia. Hell, if there's one thing she deserves to treat herself to, it would be a killer ride, but given that she barely has to walk a few blocks to work there'd really be no point in buying one.

She's torn from that brief thought by the sight of someone taking a spill in front of her, and Wynonna slips her hands free of her jacket, glancing in both directions to make sure that this isn't some ploy to try and snag her wallet or her device or whatever else these sticky-fingered bandits have been up to lately.

After a beat, she leans down to offer the other woman a hand up. ]


Gotta give you points for style, though.