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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 cool weather has begun to fade into a wintry mix of soft snow and chilly wind. LAST TIME ON... Duplicity's annual Tumenalia preparations are under way and all citizens will know about the charms. |
![]() 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. |
![]() The annual Tumenalia festival is coming at the end of the month, and the citizens of Duplicity are well into their preparations. The decorations on the light posts and building exteriors are becoming more commonplace, streamers and lights and silken banners hanging from light posts and doorways and some have taken to wearing strange masks. These festive touches almost distract from the boarded up windows. A variety of seasonal booths are also popping up throughout the city streets in both the Up and Down. Many of these are giving away the same red, blue, and green charms that have already been in circulation for the past two weeks. But there’s also a new product being handed out: small sealed glass vials full of colored powder in intricate striped patterns. The powder vials seem purely decorative at first, with no special properties. But once the vial has found an owner, without warning, the glass begins to glow and the powder within begins to disappear, as though falling slowly through an hourglass. Characters holding the vials will experience the effects of the charms at a greatly increased pace and intensity. Red, blue, and green powder will have the same effects as the charms do-- but unlike the charms, the powder vials allow for colors to mix and combinations of effects to be experienced at the same time. A character could feel the strength and aggression of red mixed with the exhibitionism of the green, or even aspects of all three effects at once. The powder will continue to affect the character until the last of it vanishes from the vial, a process that takes about three hours. It seems to be the fashion among locals to wear the empty vial on a necklace as a badge of honor, and empty vials are apparently valuable in some way, though nobody seems willing to answer how just yet. |
![]() As excited as the locals seem for the upcoming Tumenalia festivities, there is also a sense of unease and foreboding in the air. Tumenalia is known as a time when anything can happen, and though there have been multiple promises from the mayor that this year won’t come with the usual violence and property damage, most of the locals don’t seem reassured by this. Many are in the process of physically securing their homes and businesses, and many others seek some sort of premonition in the form of fortunes. While not as prominent as the booths handing out charms, there are plenty of pop-up fortunetelling booths starting to appear on the streets. These impromptu oracles provide a variety of divinations, including but not limited to tarot readings, tea leaves, and even reading roses. Ask about love, life, death, health, wealth, or whether or not to upgrade your insurance policies before Tumenalia. Whatever you ask, though, you’ll find something curious - it may not be literal, and it may not be in the manner expected, but all fortunes somehow come true within the day. |
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: Sweet or Savory. If your character favors Sweet Foods then they are a Dominant. If they favor Savory Foods then they are a Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
prudence blackwood | chilling adventures of sabrina | dominant
This simply will not do.
[ No sooner was she released from processing did Prudence rid herself of her hideous paper gown, the fabric softening and darkening into black save for a pristine white collar of lace. The dress extends down to her knees, tights stretching over her legs and shoes covering her feet.
Much better. Prudence makes a soft, smug sound of contentment, then focuses on addressing the situation at hand. It will also not do, not at all, but already she can tell there is not much to be done. At least not by her, not alone.
She wanders, observes, listens, her stride cautious but assured, expression tense but neutral.
Of course it's the blue charm that draws her interest the most; powers of the mind have always been a specialty of hers, and this is novel to her -- mortal charms and potion powders clearly meant to poorly mimic a witch's talents -- to the point of amusement. Why not? She could use amusement, all things considered. In fact... a powerful curiosity has descended upon her, one she feels compelled to indulge in. ]
You there. [ She'll point to someone, not yet even taking in their features before she'll motion them towards her. ] Present to me an offering.
[ Her eyes fall briefly, maybe to their chest, maybe to a bulge in their pants, then raises her gaze again, raises an eyebrow. Whip it out, that look implores. ]
The unholier, the better.
✫ and breathe me
[ Fortunes. Prudence doesn't anticipate learning any sort of deep truths from this, doesn't imagine even the most skilled oracles here could truly understand her or her plight, the plight of any witches of her coven, but... some guidance might be a comfort nonetheless. She feels lost, still jarred and disoriented from these circumstances alone, never mind everything that's been happening back in Greendale. Any small peace of mind would be welcome.
The tea leaves read:
Be careful of excess frivolity. Be attentive and true to your loved ones to avoid trouble.
Expect contentment and peace, and support within the next six months.
Good news, a lucky sign.
Prudence stands. If that could be true in Greendale then this might be a promising fortune, a welcome one, but here? Here it means nothing to her. Contentment? Support? Good news? Her loved ones? A damned joke. ]
I see I was right. [ She smoothes out the folds of her dress. ] Is that all you mortals think anyone wants to hear? Hollow blessings of peace and good tidings? You know nothing.
[ She kicks the cup over, stalking off. ]
Pretenders.
✫ wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! None of these work for you? Feel free to just hit me up with something different! During / post-Tumenalia threads are also acceptable. ]
and breathe me;
He knows her well enough to know a mood, that dark shadow of Prudence Night, that creeping irritation at the world. So. Prudence is here, but likely not her sisters, or they would all be in that mood.
He watches her get her fortune told, watches her kick, assert herself.
And he leans back against a nearby wall. She won’t notice him until he speaks up.]
Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to yell at a soothsayer?
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Really, Nicky. You give these mortals peddling their false witchcraft far too much credit.
[ She pauses. ]
Is it really you?
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[He gives a short little bow and then does a tight turn, a quick spin, his arms slightly outstretched so she can see all of him. He’s wearing his usual black, a winter coat, nothing too, well.
Nothing that doesn’t say Nick.]
Every inch of me.
So far, anyway.
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[ Sabrina, at least, has been proven to be much more than that, but Prudence isn't about to have that conversation here. Not first thing, and certainly not right out in the open, especially when she can't be certain what about this -- about him -- is genuine.
Her gaze levels and she approaches him, walking tall and fearless, then looks him over. ]
So far?
[ She could check, maybe-- she isn't sure, of course, it'd be uncharted territory, but if she read his mind she might be able to confirm if she was really speaking to Nick himself or the Dark Lord wearing his skin. ]
You sound like you have doubts.
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and breathe me
He catches sight of Prudence, and though it takes him a moment, he recognizes her from the passion play and the party after. Nicky, Sabrina, now Prudence, he wonders who the city might bring next.]
You expected something better?
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She turns her head when she speaks, eyes raking over him carefully. They pause at his collar, then raise all the way to meet his gaze. ]
No. [ Pointedly, with a thoughtful cant of her head. ] But I've learned that sometimes people can surprise you, provided you keep your expectations low enough.
But usually they don't.
[ "Accidentally," she kicks over a teapot at another booth. ]
Does somebody own you, Gray?
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So young and so cynical already?
[He tsks, giving no indication he's ashamed of the gold band circling his throat, and smiles. It's a sharp smile, revealing a little of the devil beneath his angel's face.]
Quite the opposite, actually. [His gaze flicks to her unmarked throat and back to her face.] I've acquired a mortal with the necessary designation.
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[ She notes his hair vaguely, although it might be more apparent to Prudence if she'd ever been in the Gray Room more than a small handful of times. Either way, it's not what interests her the most about this meeting so far.
A grin spreads across her lips, bright and surprised and just a bit devilish as well. ]
A mortal? [ She laughs. ] Why Dorian Gray, whatever possessed you to start slumming it with such commitment? I've always known you to have standards.
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warm me up
[ He arched a brow as the young woman beckoned him. Shadow wasn't bothered, more thrown at how she called him. It... amused him but that easily could be due to his green charm. He sauntered over as if taking a leisurely stroll but did walk over nonetheless.
His thumbs were hooked into the front pockets of his jeans which slightly billowed the leather jacket that he wore. The way the jacket hung, it was easy to see how the t shirt underneath clung to his chiseled frame. Maybe she did glance at his chest or lower, Shadow was more interested on what she was thinking and looked at her attentively. ]
If you're looking for a drink, the bar's over there.
[ As for unholy, he didn't make much of it but maybe she'd note something about him being fathered by Odin. Shadow had no idea how holy a demigod and wouldn't cough up that bit about himself right away. ]
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Prudence smiles in a way that's somehow both warm and devilish at once, giving Shadow a more deliberate, leisurely look over as he approaches. As she has with everyone else she's seen here so far, she assumes that he's mortal, but the idea intrigues her much more than it normally would; normally she enjoys teasing and toying with mortals but prefers not to actually dirty her hands with them, but the blue charm is making her rethink that stance. She'd like to try something new.
What's the harm? ]
Now that you mention it, I am very thirsty. So good of you to notice. [ She takes his arm. ] Join me, won't you?
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It'd be rude of me not to.
[ Shadow escorted her to the bar, walking up to a spot at the counter where they could both comfortably stand and order or take seats. He waited to see what she'd choose rather than make a move. ]
Do you have any particular unholy offering in mind?
[ He quipped through a smirk. ]
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[ Prudence's smile doesn't fade, but once they're in the bar she takes a moment or two to assess the place with curious intrigue. She's never been inside a mortal establishment such as this, a bar that wasn't witches only, so this experience is only getting more novel by the moment-- a good thing, in this case.
She sits, but not on the stool; she sits upon the counter top, legs crossed regally. ]
I thought you might undress for me.
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different journal, still me!
omg these journal names, I love both!
thank you :D
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and breathe me
She manages to stop, bite her lip, wait, watch. ]
You know sometimes those things actually matter, especially in a crazy new place.
[ She's there when Prudence turns around to stalk off, Salem coming from who even knows where to sit at her feet and look up at the other witch with large, unreadable eyes. ]
...Hello, Prudence.
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She takes that moment, because she's smart enough to know better than to alienate any familiar face she might see here right off the bat. They don't often see eye to eye, but Prudence has developed more of a tolerance to Sabrina these days.
Abruptly, Prudence turns to face her. ]
And why is that?
[ Her tone is cool, yet still vaguely combative. ]
Contentment based in platitudes is of no use to anyone, Sabrina. If I'm meant to keep out of trouble by being attentive and true to my loved ones, then where are they? [ She gestures. ] Certainly not here. Clearly trouble is not something I'm meant to avoid at all.
[ She levels her gaze then, settling on Sabrina's neck. A prickle of smugness makes its way up Prudence's spine. They may be on better terms these days -- sometimes -- but there's still something satisfying about seeing Sabrina brought down a peg or two all the same. ]
Tell me, Sabrina. [ Suddenly Prudence is right there, tilting Sabrina's chin up. ] Who owns you?
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[ She should take her own advice, but you know what, that's not the point here. Still, she's heard over and over how she can't do anything if she doesn't go along with some of it. And for her, without Nick, without Ambrose, she has no idea how she'd get through this terrible city. The other friends she has are invaluable too, but at the beginning, if she'd been totally alone...she doesn't want to think about that.
She purses her lips when she realises Prudence is looking at her neck, but it's not like she could have hidden it. She notices Prudence doesn't have the same predicament. She's not thrilled by that; it's something the other witch can and will probably hold over her.
She steps away from the touch, but she keeps her chin up, defiant as ever. ]
No one, Prudence. It's a mutual arrangement to keep us from getting arrested. No one owns me.
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different journal, still me!
warm me up
Now, while being pointed to and ordered about, Judar's blue, ringed, eyes equally scan over the Dominant's body. Mostly in appreciation, with the rest in amusement for some of the areas Prudence's gaze would focus and seem to imply about. Okay, yeah, it seemed like a fun time. He couldn't even dampen the mood about anything with him being holy or divine, from what he was considered in his world, and what he truly was.
Though in being in fashionable clothes for colder seasons, certainly with darker tastes, it still meant there were a few layers to get through. Not that the cold bothered him. It just meant he could prolong and tease the time with buckles and zippers being undone, from the jacket alone. ]
Now, do you really want that here, or somewhere more indulgent?
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It would be easy enough to simply cast a spell to keep them warm in the brisk December air, but she listens to his offer, considers it thoughtfully. ]
I love a good indulgence. [ She tips her head amenably. ] Take me there.
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So there was just a bit of a smirk as the slightly older guy slipped his hands into the deep pockets. Really, it's where he was keeping his wand, but that wasn't really something he wanted people to know about. Instead, he'd rather the gold and circular portal appear behind him. ]
Then after you. Pick whichever room suits your fancy.
[ He'll be right behind. Amusingly, with the thought of indulgence, the portal would lead them right to the members-only area, in Duplicity's iteration of the Gray Room, with the hall leading to the various private rooms and some public ones for people's fancy. ]
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wildcard;
[ambrose is standing closer than he should, but not quite within the range of a short blade -- and there's a shield ready 'twixt his fingers, just in case one of prudence blackwood's sharper instincts come out to play. it would be very awkward if he suddenly lost a kidney for a salutation.
but once she has her eyes on him, there's no malice in his face. easy interest. not the same thing as trust. jewel tones have always suited his skin and they do so now, too, his coat a shade of wine so dark that it looks black except for where the winter light touches it. a fanged wolf's head at his belt buckle.
he's accosted her at a local apothecary. dried lizards in jars, spices lining the racks. plenty of living green, too, snaking long leaves out of suspended plots, vines. it's a familiar setting, for witchkind.] Prudence. [he's smiling.] Which surname is it now, love?
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Ambrose.
First there was Sabrina, and now here you are. How many more of you Spellmans should I be expecting to see crawl out of the woodwork?
[ She closes the distance between them somewhat, gaze traveling over his clothes up to his neck -- she notes that stripe on it -- and then his face, which she observes carefully. ]
It's Blackwood, darling.
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Blackwood, [he agrees.] Of course. You'll have to forgive me, I've soured on that name a bit since last we met.
[he remembers her walk, this one that she's approaching him with now. her hip-height sway, the little smile. such confidence, which is sometimes a mask, and sometimes her downfall, and reliably too, her way out. he sees her look at his stripe and decides not to be squeamish about it, taking a step forward to meet her where her elegant heels are taking her.]
I believe you've counted us all, at this point. I'm afraid you're the lone Blackwood in this world, though. [he tilts his head, studying her face -- her distinct lack of stripe, too. what are the visible signs that a girl has turned on her murderous, traitorous viper of a father?] I know of no other.
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✫ warm me up;
What do I get in return?
[He asks with a gentle tilt of his head to the side, eyes darker than obsidian focusing on her features and staring right into her own eyes. He's got to admit that he's way more curious about what she considers unholy - morbidity in the air singing right to his non-beating heart. But even still, he doesn't do well to be bossed around so easily. Not when there's nothing to gain.]
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Maybe it's those dark eyes, or maybe it's something still deeper. ]
That depends on what you want.
[ Which is no promise, but still true; please her enough and she can be very accommodating at times. ]
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[Tate tips his head a little further to the side, and his gaze rakes over her easy and slow - like he's not afraid of being seen checking her out. Why bother when it's obvious she's asking for unholy things - he just wants to know how goth is goth these days.]
I'm Tate. You?
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