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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!!




» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

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Blindly We'll Follow

[personal profile] nighttemplar 2020-01-13 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not the only one fascinated by the train. Alessandro's taken it now, quite a few times. He's on it nearly every chance he gets, trying to puzzle out how it works, how that inner working can be harnessed and used.

He always sits near the back, knees splayed wide, a lazy dandy, lounging in his fine Victorian clothing, top hat on his knee.

Her attention to the train catches his and he can't help a smile. She's a handsome woman and that accent reminds him of an old aquatintance of his.

When he speaks, his accent is Italian under the oppressive trappings of an Oxford education. "It's quite something, isn't it? So far, I've been unable to charm my way into the engine room, but I believe it might be magnitism, or perhaps even electrics."
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the long way around

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-13 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly it's the smell that wafts toward him first, fleetingly familiar to things he's smelled before but lacking in other aspects, but very closely on the heels of the scent that rushes his way is the apparent source of it - in this case, a slender, very figure stumbling out onto the sidewalk. Some people step aside, parting the way for her to move through the flow of the crowd, but even though Poe hasn't consciously followed all those familiar aspects to their natural conclusion just yet, he's already instinctively moving toward her. She's not stopping either, which means it's his stance that's stopping the momentum, and of course his arms immediately wrap around her, keeping her steady despite the uneven shove that brought her to him.

It's a shock that permeates through him in stages, disbelief melting away when he's this close to her, close enough to smell the scent of her underneath the cloyingly sweet perfume that lingers on her, and close enough to gaze into those wide brown eyes that he's come to know so well. It's her. She's here. In his arms. As solid and warm and real as ever, and it all makes him feel as if his heart is twisting in his chest in a way that he couldn't possibly describe even if he tried. The last thing he was expecting today was for this one major missing piece to literally tumble into place, and for a few seconds he's genuinely speechless. His fingers wrap around her shoulders, not to push her away of course, but just so that he can further convince himself that he's not seeing things.

It helps that BB-8 is right behind him, rolling over so close that he's all but bumping against their legs, beeping a happy recognition that confirms that no, Poe's not seeing things. It really is her, and he's obviously not the only one who's shocked and elated to see her.

This isn't a place Poe would wish on anyone, not on Rey, not on Finn, but he's come to realize that they belong together, no matter how dire the circumstances might be. ]


Rey. You're... When did you get here?

[ 'What is that smell?' is also on the list of questions to ask, it's just not nearly as important as everything else he has to say. ]
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Ask me About X

[personal profile] nighttemplar 2020-01-13 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, if this is a joke, Alessandro isn't laughing. His long shirt is firmly balled up in his arms and he's likely trying to find a way to burn it. Not because of what's written on it. He doesn't care who asks him "About his lack of Soul". He cares that it's an ugly mordern shirt and he would rather die than wear such a thing.

The Italian is rather comfortable in his own skin anyway. He shows off, strutting about naked, his many scars on display as he searches for anything he can use to start a small fire.

He stops when he sees the man with the shirt and he smiles. It's a copy thing, flirtatious and warm. "I rather don't see a problem with that. What's your favorite?" Leave it to Alessandro to ask someone about their favorite book while stark naked.
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[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-13 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It hurts, and Jon's eyes are watering by the time the other man is back to normal, but his expression has shifted to something akin to awe. That... it's like the opposite of the Extinguished Sun in terms of the nature of the 'light.' Jon's momentarily blinded to anything apart from the person in front of him.

He completely ignores Aziraphale's question to ask, "What are you? You're... that was beautiful." The Archivist is just a little breathless. He's seen terrible things and that was a bit terrible, but awesome, as well. He doesn't know what to do with it.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-13 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He handles the disentanglement with equanimity and takes his hand instead. He probably should have given it some thought first. Hugging a demon. What's next? The Gavotte? Oh, that would be splendid, if only he'd learn it.

He's drawn out of the distracted musings by the sight of the car.]


It certainly isn't.

[That's all he has to say to that. He's charmed by the unusual consideration of having the door opened for him. As he slips into the wrong passenger side, he smiles.]

Tally ho! I am curious about your flat.
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The Long Way Around

[personal profile] nighttemplar 2020-01-13 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: it's up to you if Alessandro's Supernatural Negation works on him or not.

The Italian is bundled up in far more than anyone has any business being. It's all opulently Victorian, with brocades and brilliant splashes of color under the heaviest of woolen great coats. And he's still freezing.

He's freezing until the very second arms go about his middle and a nose comes dangerously close to brushing skin. He scent is of spicy cologne, machine oil, hair product, and silver and oak. Under that, is something slightly off, a but removed from how normal people smell. He instinctually goes for one of his many hidden weapons but remembers last minute how much trouble Jon will be in, if he openly murders someone on the streets. He's reduced to a dandy's charms.

It does help that he feels so much warmer now. "You would be correct. I was in need of a quick warmup. But if you could loosen up a tad, my cravat is being rumpled."
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-13 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lies. How appropriate." Have a perfectly skeptical eyebrow. Have two. He refuses to even entertain the aspect that any mortal could come close to containing angels or demons in this way, not without a mystical boatload of esoteric magic that he should have been able to feel from a galaxy away if this were true.

"I suppose that brings us right back around to that." He uses his pen to indicate her shirt. "It does sound more credible, that if you had a part in Eden, we're from different worlds."

That's rather an exciting concept. How often is he ever faced with something truly new and different? Despite himself, his curiosity is growing.
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[personal profile] thereal_ivyb 2020-01-13 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing, for the salesperson, that someone else shows up before she's able to use her magic. She feels his presence before they scurry off. Before he even speaks. Her jaw tightens a little, especially as she feels the urge for contact again.

They used magic on her.

"Fine-" she answers curtly before turning to face him. The smile she offers is tight, almost forced. "I'm fine. Thank you."

She takes a deep breath before she adds, pointedly and loudly. "They just need to learn manners."
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is this what having a stroke feels like? Crowley thought he was prepared for whatever this place could throw at him, including the possibility of Aziraphale, and Aziraphale under the influence of something, but this is so... harmless. It's soft, and he so desperately wishes it were real. He's endlessly grateful for his sunglasses, hoping they hide what he's sure is a hopelessly needy look.

He allows himself a few seconds to breathe as he makes his way around to the driver's seat, muttering a few choices words to himself, as if that ever helps. Driving, at least, gives him something to focus on. As soon as he's seated and the doors are closed, he puts the car into gear and starts towards his flat.]


S'just a flat, nothing special. Not like my one in Mayfair, either. Don't go much in for the concrete look, here. Should probably warn you about the mice, they're pets, in an enclosure and all, it's a long story, not really important. But I've plenty of tea and I think there's some biscuits floating around, Mar— [He cuts himself off, unsure out to broach the subject of Martin and his presence in Crowley's life.] Anyway, there biscuits. And lots of alcohol, if you'd rather that than tea. Not a bad idea, that. M'sure we could both use a drink.

[He's rambling, it's fine.]
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[personal profile] sathan 2020-01-13 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't just have a part in it."

Not from her perspective though at times it was a bigger part than she liked if the slightly sourer tone is anything to go by. It's why she hates this sign on her -- Eden is a very sore subject and a conversation she doesn't enjoy.

"But-- there is someone here that you may recognise. From Eden."

She wasn't certain but there was something about him that seemed familiar. If only she'd paid more attention to the photos that Crowley had shown her.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-13 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[That piques his curiosity. If Crowley is being flattering, he must--but no, that makes no sense as he only just arrived here, and--he's unused to being quite this scattered. He'll lay it at the feet of being on the verge of War and stuck at a tawdry little mingle without the decency to put out canapes.

However, this talk of eldritch entities puts into focus what he has been feeling as off with this young man since first blush, and now he is focused on him fully. He tosses aside the clipboard. By some miracle (very minor) it lands face up without making much noise.

He takes Martin by both hands to look into his eyes.]


No matter where you wander or how far you go, you're going nowhere angels fear to tread, dear boy. Do you understand?
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[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-13 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she'd know that voice out of an entire galaxy. firm, decisive, that familiar rich timbre — something warm and aching swells in her chest, and it takes all of rey's self control not to close the gap between them immediately and wrap her arms around him. she can't, though. not here. not while they're being faced off by a group of rowdy thugs eager to cause problems.

or — well. they were eager. now, it seems they've lost their nerve. but one lone submissive in a dim alleyway is easy prey. two submissives, seemingly unrelated, presumed to not know each other — that becomes a different story. two ups the odds that one may be contracted, powerfully protected. roughing up the wrong person's plaything is never a good idea.

until one of them, scattered at the edge of their group, points at rey's hip. what's that she's got there, attention diverting, and her hand suddenly clutches around the hilt that much firmer, her other held palm out in front of her. defensively, warily. ]


You don't want this.

[ she did not want to have to mind trick them, not unless she had to. but she does not want to unsheath her saber, either, and risk the wrong person learning of its existence. she has so little here, rey will clutch to her possessions — and soon, her people — with greedy hands. ]

You will leave us alone.
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[personal profile] thereal_ivyb 2020-01-13 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finally someone with some manners around here. She sneers over at the person who sprayed the perfume on her (as though she'd wear anything other than designer)- the arrival of this man has likely saved them from her wrath.

It only takes her a half second to soften her glare to something more kind as she looks up at him and accepts the handkerchief. ]


Thank you.

[ For what it's worth, it sounds sincere enough. Washing whatever potion she was spritzed with would hopefully help lessen the effects, and especially since she doesn't yet know how they manage what they do, that's all she can really hope for. She tucks her phone into her purse and makes an almost awkward sort of gesture to suggest she's going to do just that.

It's amazing what the word of a Dominant will do for someone here. She's more than a little bitter that it's come to that, after all she's achieved in her life. And so it's maybe 10 minutes later that she returns to him- still feeling the effects of the perfume, but not (perhaps) as heavily. ]


Are they always so persistent here?
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[personal profile] buffeted 2020-01-13 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ martin flinches in spite of himself as aziraphale tosses the clipboard, surprised into dropping his own as hands catch his. he's left blinking up at aziraphale, wide-eyed and blushing and nervous. ]

I-- I-- [ god, why is he so wrong-footed around this man? (probably because he's an angel, martin blackwood, and more importantly, the angel that crowley is hopelessly, helplessly in love with.) ] I'm sorry, I don't.. think so?

[ is it aziraphale's way of saying he's not afraid of the lonely? if that's so, then that's good. he doesn't know how strongly the lonely can affect something like an angel, but he expects it might not be so bad as it bothers other people, even crowley. .. crowley's had more than one reason to feel lonely in his life, after all. ]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-13 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone sensible at last. Naked, but sensible. He's hardly put off by little details. He assumes the gent didn't like what was written on his shirt. He doesn't much like what's written on his. It is what it is, and it has the potential to lead to more interesting conversations.

He smiles brightly. "Oh, that's a dreadfully difficult question. There are so many. So very many. I confess I have a weakness for books of prophecy. I've first editions of all of them in the back of the shop, some of them even signed. Most of them are rubbish, of course. Fun rubbish."

He tucks his clipboard under his arm and offers his hand to shake. "I'm Mister Ziraphale. A. Ziraphale. And you are?" As aliases go, it's not one of his better. Slightly better than 'Ezra Fell.' That was not an inspired moment.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-13 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He sees no real point in trying to lie or obfuscate. If it comes down to it, he can possibly erase his memory of what he saw, although he truly hates doing such things and only retreats to such as a last resort. It's obvious to him that wherever he is, it's not a familiar place, and these are extraordinary times.

"I'm an angel of the Lord, a Principality, if we're to be precise. What you saw is Her light. Her Love."
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[personal profile] mahem 2020-01-13 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's a squeeze, but lucky for this chick, harley's been in tighter spots than this one before — and maybe it's her trying to make the best of an uncomfy sitch as is her tendency, or maybe it's the very evident distaste her forced companion has for the predicament they're in, or maybe it's a combination of that and more, but she's feeling all the more motivated to push some buttons, especially if they're the fun kind.

that, and she's never really known when to take the hint, ever. ]


What, aren't you? [ it's a question with evidently feigned naivety in it, judging by the exaggerated wide-eyed look she gives the other woman paired with a big pursing of her lips around that final word; they're of a similar height for her to be able to make eye contact, lingering a little too long before that gaze darts away, and harley sighs audibly. ]

Well, in case you didn't no-tice, they want us to do somethin' first. [ her arms are trapped at her sides, but only because she hasn't tried to get all handsy yet; she jerks her head a few times in the direction of what's written on the chart in the corner of the room they're occupying, a hastily-scrawled instruction for the two of them to leave their mark on each other. ]

So, how about it? I can play nice. [ she doesn't even have to shift forward all that much to playfully nudge her nose against the slender curve of the other woman's jawline while she's still turned away, partly beneath the fall of dark hair, and then whispers there. ] Make it feel good.
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[personal profile] thereal_ivyb 2020-01-13 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
And I'm not about to give them any reason to take me somewhere worse.

[ Her eyebrows raise as she watches her read the words on her shirt. Then at the question. She shrugs a shoulder and pushes her hair from her face. ]

About the shirts? No. They're ridiculous, but I doubt it's the worst thing they can do to us. [ No, she's more worried about the line on her neck and the designation she's been forced into. ] You can ask, you know. At least get one answer down on that paper.
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[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-13 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's half-convinced the scents are making her delusional, her mind scrambled to the point where she's hallucinating the faces of the people she misses the most, half-expecting to see general organa or luke skywalker around a corner — but then, the sound of bb-8's happy beeps, and something in rey's mind immediately clears.

this is real.

poe dameron is real, and he's really got his hands curled around her upper arms, and he — he's just staring at her, isn't he, an inscrutable expression that she can't quite make out as she peers up at him, half-surprise and half what she thinks (hopes) is relief. ]


I just did, I went to — Orientation?

[ she's still not sure what to make of it all, in honesty, but that seems to matter so much less when he's standing right here, still clutching on to her, so close and so warm. no, it's more important to wrap her arms around him, to pull herself into a hug that's so close she can feel his heart beating, to breathe him in and be centered in that.

and then, as the second scent begins to push its way into her senses, coloring things in that surprisingly appropriate aroma of spice and warmth, it's important to lean up on tiptoes, to swiftly press this reunion past chaste hugs and into something more ... adventurous. it isn't much, not for most, but for rey the press of her lips against his own is bold and brash, an assumption that not just skips but leaps over the line of their friendship, reckless and hotheaded and —

— well. appropriate, given that it's them. ]
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[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-13 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now that the odds are slightly less tipped in their favor, he can tell they're having second thoughts, evidenced by the way their gazes start to dart around more nervously, not to mention the agitated twitch of fingers he can make out from at least one of the thugs. Whether they're carrying weapons is unclear, but they could at least have blades of some kind if they haven't taken anything off a SIN guard lately.

His concern doesn't lie with whether or not Rey can take care of herself but the consequences she might face if she asserts herself too much — because, now that he's standing closer to her, he can see it, the line that matches his bisecting the column of her throat, and his heart sinks a little even if it is a familiar sight to him. He'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, if she ever came back, she wouldn't be stuck in the same designation again, but that tattoo is all the confirmation he needs. If he gets into any trouble down here, Raven's the one who will have to answer for it, and he doesn't want to put her through that, but as an uncontracted submissive, Rey will be forced to face her own consequences, and the thought, however brief while they're in the height of a tense situation, makes something twist deep in his gut.

But before he can do anything to try and defuse it himself, she's acting first — and suddenly, intensely, he feels it, a sensation he's experienced only a handful of times in his life but one that he knows completely and inarguably as the Force. She isn't using it against him but he can feel her using it and he can't stifle his sharp intake of breath as it washes over him, like some deeper awareness he's only ever instinctively known about before.

The men between them still before swaying a little, and there's a brief pause before they all collectively nod their agreement and start backing out of the alley with variations of yeah, we should get out of here — and Finn dumbly steps aside to let them pass, waiting until they've rounded the corner and disappeared from sight before slowly pivoting to return Rey to his sight again. ]


Are you okay? [ He'll never not ask that, it seems, even as he starts to move towards her — slowly, like he's afraid she's just a mirage that will slip through his fingers the second he gets too close. ]
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blindly we follow

[personal profile] girlofsteele 2020-01-13 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[the unfortunate(?) dominant sitting next to Harley is one Ana Steele, twenty-one years old, not a virgin anymore, not by a long-shot, but still incredibly awkward when the talk turns to that of sex.

at Harley's words, Ana finds herself flushing tomato-red, remembering recent...escapades on her own admittedly extremely nice (and large. and comfortable. and bouncy) bed.

she manages to stammer out]
Uh. Y-yes. The beds are very nice. So are the rest of the apartments, but the beds. In particular. Very nice.
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[personal profile] magija 2020-01-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's a colorful sort, in more than just her hair color, some excitable pep in her voice, that wanda could almost be mistaken into thinking the girl might have actually volunteered for this scenario on purpose. and for all she knows, that could be precisely what's happened, still too uncertain about what any of this means, and exactly why they're here beyond the vague explanations that have been explained to them.

but she has seen the instructions on the board, a command that seems too forward for any stranger she's just incidentally become entangled with; before she can even open her mouth to bring up exactly that, she earns that nudging press, the touch of a nose roaming against her jaw that she quietly gasps in surprise before drawing her head back. ]


You — ! I'm not going to play along that easily. Aren't you even considering how disgusting it is that we're being forced to do whatever they want us to?
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the long way around

[personal profile] girlofsteele 2020-01-13 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ana, thus far, has managed to avoid being spritzed with anything in particular. four months here have left her leery of cheery salespeople bearing free samples of anything. food, drink, sex toys, and now perfume. or maybe it was just body spray. either way, she was backing away quickly from anyone who was offering to spray her with something.

in the process, she backs directly up into Alice. she immediately turns, preparing to stammer out apologies when the other woman touches her shoulder and gives her a warm smile. now what?

Ana gives her a nervous smile and her gaze flicks from the hand on her shoulder to the other woman's face]


...um. Hi? I'm sorry for almost stepping on you?
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[personal profile] mahem 2020-01-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ either harley remains completely ignorant of the tomato impression her seatmate is doing right now or she doesn't care all that much about making anybody squeamish — and a smart person would bet more money on the latter.

and after a beat of consideration, she launches forward with an excited gasp like something's just occurred to her — which, technically, it has. good luck following her thought process, though. the odds of her actually having one are pretty low. ]


Wait, have you jumped on it yet? Like really jumped on it? How bouncy are we talkin'?

[ this is very important criteria that she's going to need filled in for her immediately. she hadn't exactly gotten around to testing out the springs on her own setup, but it's the first thing she plans on doing when she gets back to her own pad. ]
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ask me about...

[personal profile] decoyqueen 2020-01-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sabé wasn't keen on the long t-shirt look- it was too revealing for too public of a place. But she's already learned the hard way that they have ways of making you cooperate, and the last thing she wants is to experience something like that again.

'Ask me about Padmé'

She doesn't want to talk about her with a stranger, but what choice does she really have? "So what does yours mean?"

Sabé glances at her as the question is asked, taking note of the word on her shirt. Is it too much to hope that 'the resistance' means the same thing she'd been talking with Poe about just recently? ]


Padmé was my best friend and had just died before I was brought here.

[ They never said just how much information had to be offered up. ]