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TDM #10


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « LIFE WILL GO 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 weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day.



» » » BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW




It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. 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.



« « « ASK ME ABOUT X




Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged.

Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate.



« « « ON A FLIP CHART




Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though…

When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off.



« « « THE LONG WAY AROUND




Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later.

This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby.

The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly.

The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them.



« « « 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: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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moderatelymaladjusted: (19)

[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-01-16 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't know the half of it.

[She's new, she's seen Orientation and maybe a few seminars. But nothing like the People Zoo or the horrible Expo, with the unwilling participants and the chains. She hasn't been dosed with some weird kind of rape-drug...

wait.]


So, Alice? You just came here, right? I've been here a few months and. I found a way to get by. That's not-- Alice, you can't take things from strangers here. Like, never. Don't take any samples you haven't checked or watched other people eat. Don't buy things in the Down.

[Contracts? Oh shit.]

We do. All Dominants have to have a contract or they come for you. Margo told me they-- they did horrible things to her, and when she still refused to do what they wanted her to, they made her a Submissive.
envien: hollow-art.com (drop all my morals i just wanna sin)

[personal profile] envien 2020-01-16 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley, [ he repeats slowly, as if he couldn't have ripped it out of the demon's head if he chose to. he chooses.. not to be what god wants him to be. every day of every year of every century into eternity.

crowley is terrified, and the terror makes the beast inside him uncurl, spreading claws wide. he could so easily gobble this fallen one up; he'd be sulfur and sweetness, and so satisfying. not fully demon any longer, but still far, far from the angelic grace he'd once known. he knows how badly it must ache. ]


Don't fret, Crowley. Your angel is safe. [ an eternity of suffering means that very little softness remains in lucifer, but he'd once loved someone forbidden, too. it's unusual in their kind. god had stripped so much from them, and hell had flayed the rest away. love cannot survive in the flames. ]
hawthorne: ([ neutral | i like my town ])

blindly we'll follow; ready to cause havoc tbh

[personal profile] hawthorne 2020-01-16 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is, perhaps, a deliberate choice of Dahlia's to seek out another with the uniquely lost expression of a newcomer and mark down their throat as she when she sits down, because the thought of doing otherwise is repulsive.

She doesn't want to know these people who live this way, and she certainly doesn't want to deal with some so called Dominant with a superiority complex taking one look at her and assuming they're in control.

No. She'd much rather have that ball in her court. If they're going to think her weak, fragile, and sweet, it'll be because she made it so. Not because any faceless city has designated it. Which is why she goes for someone who appears to be in the same situation as she is — new, and with a marking they never asked for.

And it pays off when he pipes up with a question, one that more than confirms her hypothesis about him. Carefully (her moves are always careful, perhaps it's just being raised right, or perhaps it's because she knows the value of them), Dahlia draws a hand to her mouth, glancing down in thought, the hum she lets out so light as to be little more than a breath. ]


... No.

[ She smiles, upon reaching that conclusion, and lifts her gaze towards him. ]

I think people find it easy to do what they're told. We can't be wrong then.
superweaponized: (s t r i k i n g)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-16 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her smile is tight, but genuine. She can relate to that. Her survival always counted on her not stopping. Maybe it will be different with the Resistance Army now, but she isn’t sure. Maybe he means here though. Like this is a place that will make her stop. She’s still not sure how she’s supposed to adjust here. Is she supposed to make a life?]

Your friend sounds nice. [Even if Jyn doesn’t have the heart to tell him she isn’t even sure if she survives Scarif. But before she even gets to elaborate on it, the song gently ends. She isn’t quick to drop their dance, but she does turn to look back at the radio. It pulls her out of the little bubble they’ve seemed to create between them, reminding her of her reality. Jyn moves back toward the desk, waiting for him to walk with her in time.

One down. Peering over the clipboard, she scans over the paper, her expression dropping completely.]


Talk about the relationship with your family. [And immediately she can feel that anger and push to want to fight back come up, the walls that are almost always certain to follow. She looks less pleased, like she would put her hand on her hip if she could.]

Well mine are all dead. [So that’s easy, right? She knows she has to elaborate, but that’s about her current state of mind.]

all Dorians are awful Dorians, this is a fact

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
They'll have to be in the Up? That's the...fancy part, isn't it. Dorian doesn't even bother to pause and look up directions, a building, or anything useful. Instead, he steers himself and Eggsy toward the fanciest looking building he can find instead of the tallest.

It is obvious that Dorian isn't really thinking things through and is more running on fumes, adrenaline, and the promise of doing something.

"Eggsy. What a fun nickname." It's said sincerely, though there is a little hint of a teasing tone in Dorian's voice. He's not entirely sure if it's a fun nickname, a silly nickname, or both. But it's cute and Eggsy is cute so he'll indulge in a little teasing.

"I'm Dorian Gray," he answers, entirely oblivious to the 'not this shit again' feeling that Eggsy might get and the fact that the conversation might shift soon away from the logistics of airplanes. "Though not having planes? You'd think they'd at least have one for Mile High Club purposes."

Dorian might have only been in Duplicity for a short time but he's already pieced out just how beautifully sex-focused this place is.
demonicmiracle: (069)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer has spoken his name before, often using someone else's voice through the radio, but it never felt like this. It's never felt like something sinking its teeth into him.

It's almost enough to keep him still, but hearing the word angel is so much worse and he takes a step back, eyes widening, hands shaking. He hits the edge of the stall, knocking over one of the bottles when he reaches out to steady himself, but he pays little attention to the perfume under his fingertips. It doesn't matter that Lucifer says Aziraphale's safe, the fact that he even knows is more than Crowley can handle.]


Why? [He shouldn't ask that, shouldn't question, not when they got him into so much trouble last time, but he doesn't understand.] What is it you want?

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-16 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There's about to be a brief moment of cross-culture confusion as the very English Dorian frowns a little at Rise's description of an idol. As she continues talking, the confusion clears up a bit and his expression shifts to a more neutral one.

"So by 'idol' you mean a pop idol?" he asks. Despite the question, Dorian has a pretty strong feeling that's what Rise means and continues the conversation with the assumption that he's right.

"I assume they'd want you to talk about it because it's interesting. I used to be in a band when I was younger," says the man who looks like he's in his early 20s at the most, "but we were a one-hit wonder at best. Certainly nowhere near your level of stardom."
beshenaya: (« beware of our appetite »)

the long way around

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Much the same as Jim, Cain had fought and pushed his way through the busy streets of people wanting to sell this crap and that crap. Scent wasn't entirely important to him. Perfume was a luxury that very few people could afford back home. They cleaned up, don't get him wrong, but any extra fragrance just for the sake of it wasn't really an option for most. In the Alliance it was more of a hassle than anything being stuck up in space with a whole lot of dead air (which never kept him from smoking but that was beside the point).

So he'd never really seen the appeal and while he could appreciate the perseverance he also didn't have a problem with punching girls. However, much the same as Jim, he'd been sprayed by some ungodly shit against his own will that made him smell like a fucking cupcake.

"Blyat!" He spat, pushing the assailant away from him, all but proud of the chain reaction it caused -- a small dent of people falling over one another. Observers moved out of the way just in case things got more heated. He didn't seem to chase anyone down, though. Just watched, cursing something in such a heavy accent it was nearly indecipherable.

For fuck's sake it was so strong too. Like they just decided to open the whole fucking bottle and dump it on him. Ugh, he finally moved on with a sharp turn that landed him right into another person. Again, he let out another curse that clearly wasn't in English. Eyes narrowed as he stared at the -- hello, this is a firm body he'd like to touch, was going to touch rather.

Oh, yeah. This chest.

"What's up?" That accent still detectable but a lot less thick now that he wasn't so heated.
envien: hollow-art.com (oh secrets are locked up)

[personal profile] envien 2020-01-16 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his glance flickers from crowley to the stall, to the perfume wetting his fingers, tongue swiping over his canine as if he can already taste what it will do. his glance moves then, traveling the length of crowley's arm, up over his chest, his human-vulnerable throat. it alights on his mouth as he questions, and lucifer's lips curl again, satisfied as always when one of his creatures still dares to ask.

crowley is beautiful, so much more than the shell he wears. ]


Why should he not be? Why should I punish the two of you for disobedience? [ he steps forward, reaching, the fingertips of his hand resting against crowley's chest, pinning him in place far more surely than a lead weight. ] Have you not been punished enough? [ his smile twists, the simmering rage just there beneath the surface again, enough to burn. ] We're damned, you and I. We were damned the moment Father breathed us into existence. But you.. [ the fury cools, and his fingers spread, palm resting almost gently against the other man. ] .. You've found something to make it almost bearable.

[ it doesn't answer the question of what he wants, but what he wants is nothing crowley could give him. it's nothing that he can ever have. ]
castle: (𝟹𝟹𝟷 ᵇᵃᵗᶜʰˑ)

[personal profile] castle 2020-01-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ he answers simply, because he finds himself slightly distracted then, body moving with the sway of the dance they've settled into but his mind drifting elsewhere as he falls into the reminder of karen. she'd been here briefly, probably no longer than a month, but he'd seen her and then she'd simply left, all based on some kind of "glitch" they'd claimed to have been an issue that sent her back to their world.

he hadn't believed it then, and sometimes even now, he isn't always convinced every does go home, even if he'd technically gone back himself. but he'd held no memory of this place in that time, making it difficult to really consider what was even real or fake anymore.

even when the song ends, he doesn't truly notice it until she shifts to draw him away from it, blinking a few times before he registers the need to step back over to the next set of instructions.

and then his jaw clenches, his breathing falling heavier, because he somehow knows it's on purpose, that a question like that wouldn't be asked if they didn't know it'd stir something within. and he knows it's exactly how the bastards do it, purposely setting it all up with something manageable to let the guards go do before they really twist the knife.

her answer somehow makes him even angrier, realizing the question is hardly meant to be for her either. it's a simple answer, but he's not even sure that would qualify enough for their satisfaction of this part of the test. still, he's quiet, eyes low to the floor with a twitch in his nose as he mutters, ]
Yeah, mine ... mine was all taken from me. They're gone now.
magija: (✾ ₃₈₄)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that's the idea. [ she answers quietly, almost guiltily. because as far as she knows, that's exactly what they want here, to shame, as she's gathered from the rules spelled out carefully during orientation, and the display of proper role designation that's been purposely presented here for them in public transportation.

embarrassment is hardly her own worst fear, though; she's lost far too much, been called plenty of dirty and piercing things, to care about how anyone sees her. she'd like to believe pride and survival fall together, but sometimes one has to be sacrificed to maintain the other.

but if there's any worry at all in what's to come, it eases with the expressions of the girl beside her, forced to smile a little wider at the call out. ]


I probably will. [ with a hum, she leans back in her seat, stretching her arms and legs in front of her. ] But I'm prone to getting into all sorts of trouble. This wouldn't be any different.
magija: (✾ ₂₄₈)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she wasn't precisely alone, but for years, she'd only had pietro at her side after the loss of their parents, both only driven by the need of survival, of trying to piece their world together beginning with fighting the oppression the people of her country had been facing. but she'd ultimately lost him too, leaving her only this power within her, the one thing left to her after she'd lost everything else to obtain it.

the avengers were at her side then, providing her a place in their team, in their home, and she thought that could be enough. but they never have truly understood her, and then the world placed their label of "monster" upon her, she'd known with the look of their eyes that a part of them still saw the threat in her too.

someone who truly understands who she is, the things she can do, what it means to feel with the power that's inside of her — it's not something she commonly finds she can resonate with others.

so there's awe in the explanation, that there exists a group of these witches together, that though she wasn't even sure at all if she qualified as one, that possibly they were ... similar. ]


I ... I would really like that. [ suddenly she feels like a child with the way her gaze lights up, eyes wide with a sudden wonder. ] I mean, if that's alright. I just ... I've never met other witches before.
magija: (✾ ₁₂₉)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she tilts her head with that assumption, brow raised with a curiosity of wonder towards the meaning behind the question. after all, wanda's kept herself fairly quiet, albeit a bit stubborn about the predicaments at hand, and she isn't sure if the girl is merely making guesses or if she's more observant than she appears to be. ]

Well, I haven't heard much of anything since we have just met, Harley. [ to which, maybe a part of her does wonder a bit about what the woman's reputation is based on what she's already seeing before her. ]

But I'm the last person to judge anyone on the world says about them. After all — [ she gives a light shrug of her shoulder, her eyes briefly reflecting a soft light of red. ] Some people would say that you're the unlucky one in this scenario. More dangerous than satisfying, possibly.
magija: (✾ ₀₄₇)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
We're all in a room together and we're bound to interact eventually. But I'm not exactly looking to take notes on what's likely to be someone's privacy.

[ after all, everyone has their secrets, though the irony is that she's likely one of the few that could very well see if whatever she wants. though it's not exactly something she prides herself on, especially in recent days.

she notes the smile he grants her and she sighs, arms crossing. ]


I can actually see into people's minds. Still interested in listening?
magija: (✾ ₃₆₇)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she appreciates having someone caring to listen, but at the same time she's not certain how much she feels so open to discussing it, the pressure of a sudden spotlight feeling rather strong, not necessarily out of any sense of invasion towards something she's already offering, but in light that this entire room already has such an air of personal invasion.

it doesn't help that the very thing she's talking about does exactly that. ]


Not exactly. I've done enough training to have control over the things I do. So when it happens, it's because I choose it to. But when you could do something like that, and you're angry enough — well, it's more power than anyone should have.
superweaponized: (s e r i o u s)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-16 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her jaw is still tight, holding back the emotions that threaten to come out, but she’s just as angry as he is. No one should be forced into these situations, but apparently that is exactly what this place likes to do. Of course it couldn’t be easy enough to just let it there. And Frank seemed just as bulldozed over by the question as she is.

Her expression softens when she looks up at him, because of course he’s lived through something similar. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone though.]


I just lost my father about a day ago after not seeing him for 13 years. Everyone thought he was a war criminal, but he wasn’t. And he died in my arms for it. [Her breathing is harder, because it’s still not easy to talk about. She wipes angrily at her eyes.] My mother was shot down the last day I saw my father.
magija: (✾ ₃₇₁)

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-16 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wanda raises her brow, though she shouldn't be all too surprised; she's already fairly resistant about wanting to follow along with the city's demands, it would only make sense that others have been prepared to do the very same. maybe it's just in seeing that they're all still here that she hadn't been sure just how much resistance they'd attempted. ]

I haven't given up. [ spoken very sternly, body straightening a little. ] But what's your agenda like? I'd feel like escaping this place all together would be the priority.
theboywholived: (025)

ask me about;

[personal profile] theboywholived 2020-01-16 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ask me about being the Chosen One is kind of boring, all things considered, but Harry suffers through it and supposes it could be worse. It could be questions about him exploring his sexuality, or the fact that he had arrived here a virgin.

Much like this girl.

He winces sympathetically at the spill of wine as he approaches. He hopes he can get them both out of this quickly and with the minimum amount of embarrassment (haha, not likely) by commiserating about her virginal situation, but we'll see how that goes.

He raises his wand and with a little scourgify, the wine is gone. ]


Sorry I can't get rid of the words, too.
demonicmiracle: (004)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Crowley thinks, a bit distantly, glancing down at his hand, fuck.

Lucifer's hand on his chest bites into him with a sharp heat that isn't half as unpleasant as he knows it should be. Nothing like the warmth of Agnes' desolation, or the comforting heat of hellfire. It curls up around his throat, sends a shiver down his spine. He licks his lips, an unconscious gesture, suddenly not sure if it's fear or something else that has his heart beating so fast.]


Hell wasn't — they weren't exactly pleased with me. For my disobedience. [It's why he thinks the whole system is a joke, what was the point of rebelling in the first place if they were all just going to fall back into line? To repeat Heaven's hierarchy with different players? He doesn't voice that opinion, though, just like he doesn't say anything about whether or not they were damned from the start. Crowley doesn't know, sometimes he wonders, if he was always destined to fall, if he was made wrong, on purpose.

Those are far too dangerous topics, and there are more pressing matters at hand.]
I think I should go.

[There's that familiar pull, wanting something he shouldn't want.

He could just disappear, but he doesn't think that will end well for him, even if Lucifer apparently isn't upset about the fact he's in love with an angel. He's still not stupid enough to push too far.]
hawthorne: ([ smile | she always had ])

[personal profile] hawthorne 2020-01-16 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She absolutely does not need a hug. All of Dahlia's desires are more far reaching than simple physical comfort.

It's a shame this snivelling girl can't see how wasted her sadness is. But she's not looking to recruit strangers into her slowly forming ideas.

Though, it might be useful to know just what has this girl acting like a fool. ]


Miss... May I ask why you're so sad?

[ And is it useful to her? ]
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[personal profile] trigeminalheadache 2020-01-16 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I kept thinking of you, bent over before me, and fucking you like that. The thought of it draws a groan from her, a sound full of lust and need, as the image begins to form in her mind. Caitlin had been in a position like that before, bent over a filing cabinet and fucked from behind. The memory is one of her go-tos when she’s alone and in a mood. Even now, the thought of her and Oliver like that makes her smooth a hand across her thigh, over her skirt, desperate for some type of friction. The skirt’s tightness and fabric keep her from getting any relief.

He moves in one direction and she moves in the other, headed toward the short chest of drawers/tv stand. Normal hotels, back where they’re from, you’d find a Gideons bible and maybe a phone book in one of the drawers. Something tells her she’s going to find something much different in a motel in Duplicity’s Down. The first half of drawers she pulls are empty, save for a cheap collar that slides across the particle board. She already wears a collar, another mark of her position here.

The first drawer she opens on the other half of the chest produces a host of surprises. “Oliver, over here.” Anal plugs, dildos, a vibrator, nipple clamps. Various types of restraints, a blindfold. Paddles. Lube. “I’m pretty sure all the surprises are here.”
sathan: (★ 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓇𝓊𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓈)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-01-16 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( of course. wanda doesn't know the city, doesn't expect that anyone would be trying to escape considering they're still here. more the fool to doubt them )

Their power is enough to trap us here, to reach to different worlds. Do you truly believe escaping is so simple?

( and even if they did escape there'd be nothing to stop them bringing them back )

To truly escape you must dismantle their power. Prevent them. Escape cannot be all there is.
beautifulviper: (angry)

[personal profile] beautifulviper 2020-01-16 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He stiffened under the touch, more so than before, but he made no move to shove the hand off. Laurent knew you ought to, considering what was between himself and the other Cain, but . . . well. He lifted a brow, not taken in by the sudden concern on the man's face, and gave Cain a chilly smile.

"And how should I do that Cain? Bend over and just bite my tongue again?" Laurent's smile turned sharp, "Remember how kind you were that first time? Telling me to make sure I didn't cry?"

It actually wasn't a bad memory. A little humiliating, but not bad. He'd written it into the contract, the required monthly sex, and he'd even been as blunt as possible about what was likely to happen. And yet the man had still felt the need to complain about his . . . inadequacies. Being summarily dropped when the contract ended had been the ultimate kick when he was already down. Laurent wasn't happy to be facing Cain again, not when he expected the same kind of behavior again. At least if the man was truly a new incarnation, he wasn't starting off as second best.

Not that he cared.
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the long way around

[personal profile] beautifulviper 2020-01-16 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[The man was cute. He was also in danger of getting himself in trouble. Laurent had been stationed near the perfume store on the assumption some people would be annoyed at getting spritzed, if numbers weren't being met, which thus far had proven a reasonable worry. The blond didn't make too big a show, but Laurent followed him anyway, more for the man's own safety than a worry over trouble.

Laurent knew what that scent was likely to cause. There were some very small perks for being a city employee, like being able to head off dangerous situations for other Submissives. When the man started to show signs, he sighed and finally moved in, offering a charming smile.]



Hello. I don't suppose you'd care for a drink?
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[personal profile] envien 2020-01-16 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he shifts in closer, terrifying, beautiful eyes half-lidded and glittering beneath their lashes. ] Those you answer to are fools. [ he's close enough for the heat of him to be nearly unbearable, unique in its pain and its pleasure, and his palm slides up, covering crowley's throat. his fingers spread, slender, sharp nails resting so delicately against the tender flesh that they can barely be felt. ]

Should you? [ his palm presses, gentle, then crawls up to touch fingertips to the taller man's mouth. ] What will you do, Crowley? [ he breathes him in, fear and lust and sweet uncertainty. ] You are unique. You know that. You and your angel, unlike any other demon, any other angel. You've done so beautifully, and been so good, haven't you? You've protected your angel and your world.

[ his palm cradles crowley's jaw. ]

There's so little softness left in me, my Crowley, but if you wish it, I'll give you today. Today, I'll love you more than anything in creation, I'll break you with it, and gather up all of your pieces after to keep close. [ his fingers lift away from the other man's skin entirely, and he steps back, taking the heat and intensity with him. ] .. If you wish it.