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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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aurebesh: (hOHY6J2)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ so nothing flies. it's — well, it's disappointing, of course it is, but rey has always allowed herself to find some impossible hope to fixate on, and now is no different. her hope and her heart tether tightly onto this shared dream, of finding someway up and out and away from this place and back to the part of the galaxy they know, and so the path towards it extends for her. they'll use this place, this salvage yard and scrapheap, for smarter purposes. if she has to steal parts, she will. she's scavenged before, she can do it again.

it's the sign and all its flamboyant neon qualities that really catch her attention, her gaze swinging up to it for a moment before peering back at finn with a quiet, confused expression — what's a g-spot and what does it have to do with scrap? — but all those questions are lost with an almost immediate stop as he finishes his thought with a near hesitant addendum. ]


Well, obviously it's ours. [ what's rey's is finn's, what's rey's is poe's, there is no purpose to dividing beyond that. (the only exception, really, is that finn and poe are rey's, and she's not sure how she feels about sharing them yet. but she'll get there.) ] I don't know anything about running a shop. Or whatever a G-Spot is, for that matter.

[ sorry, finn. it was going to be put out there sooner or later. ]
resistingly: (pic#13666106)

[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-20 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs helplessly when she aims that look in his direction at first — unfortunately, he had nothing to do with choosing the name, nor does he think that she had anything to do with it when it first became her business, but for some reason she'd kept it, maybe with a wry sort of humor in mind. But he wants to step back and let her take it all in first, this place that he's just kind of saddled her with; even if she is excited about it, even if it makes her smile (something he's never really ever going to get tired of witnessing), he figures it's a lot to process. ]

Poe and I had it signed over to our names since, you know, it's easier for him to get official approval for that kind of thing, even here in the Down, and —

[ And then his brain decides to shortcircuit when she comes right out and says it, because he knows — it's not anything he actively sought to know, but spending over a year in this city brings with it a certain kind of education over time and an introduction to things that he would never have reason to be made aware of otherwise.

The only problem is that he doesn't even know how to begin explaining it to her, and so she's going to have a few seconds dedicated to him opening and closing his mouth with no sound coming out before he finally releases a sigh. ]


It's, uh. Well, it's, um — it's part of the body. Specifically. Inside. Girls, not — [ He waves a hand in his own direction, idly wondering if the ground can just open up and swallow him right here. ] And I guess it feels good when you touch — please tell me I can stop talking about this any second now.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley has changed. All this time, they've been in step with a few bobbles and mishaps here and there, but ever since the Arrangement he has known roughly what he can expect from him and what he can't.

Suddenly, he feels as though he's playing catch up in a game whose rules he doesn't even know. Such a very precarious position for an angel. For anyone, he supposes. A stillness settles over him while he listens, watches him.

Unknowingly, his expression softens completely.]


Come to bed, Crowley. We'll have a proper lie down, and if we're lucky, things will make more sense upon awakening.

[He takes his hand cupping his chin and presses a light kiss to his palm. That is no compulsion. That is all him. Turning away, he removes his jacket to hang in the closet, his watch and chain to put on the night stand, and his shoes to place neatly by the bedside. Only then does he climb up onto the bed, test its bounce, and lie on his side with an arm lifted for him to join him.

Never has he felt closer to actually needing sleep than he does right now, confident that things will sort out one way or another on the other side of it. They usually do.]
curious_spirit: (amused)

[personal profile] curious_spirit 2020-01-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a glint of mischief in his eyes at her emphasis on 'spanking', quick to believe she was into that kind of thing but too polite to even tease it just yet. Harley oozed naughty fun but Shadow wouldn't jump to conclusions even if it was right in his face. Instead, he bit his lower lip after licking his lips. His face stayed that way until she asked him a question. He answered with a slight nod. ]

There are a few spots here in the Up. And some in the Down. Depends on the kind of shopping you're looking for. There's a market in both places. The Up has a nice selection of goods from necessities to groceries to things a lady can pamper herself with. I can walk you anywhere you'd like to go.

[ It was the polite thing to do. Someone helped him when he first arrived, it was only right to pay it forward. Shadow could've tried to put some personal space between them but it was a very nice whiff of strawberry-vanilla between them and Harley wasn't hard to look at. ]
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[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ finn stumbles over the explanation, starting and stopping with vague gestures between them, but in honesty, the discomfort goes over her head. rey's exposure to sexual interactions would be hard-pressed to be described as anything but functional — she's wandered into the wrong space a time or two, seen crude grinding portrayed on a fuzzy holoscan in the outpost, even accidentally opened up the wrong room on ajan kloss and found herself witness to sight and sound on occasion, but she's never quite sought it out.

it being either the knowledge of what things were (or could be, rather) or what they felt like. so rather than blush or scramble to change the subject, rey simply shakes her head, because she doesn't understand and while finn seems eager to stop elaborating, she can't tell him to stop talking for her sake. ]


Finn, you know I've never — [ she makes a face, considering. ] What do they call it here? [ sex, fucking, kriffing. it doesn't matter the terminology when the extent of rey's own experience is aimless rutting against her hand in her bunk.

she blows out a breath. ]


You should show me. So I know.

[ fake it until you make it, right? ]
Edited 2020-01-20 20:35 (UTC)
curious_spirit: (grin)

[personal profile] curious_spirit 2020-01-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shadow continued to hold a friendly smile, shaking his head no to dismiss any concern Rey might have. ]

We're all new sometime. I only asked because they were doing the orientation nearby. It's a big city, I don't expect that I'll ever know everyone in it. If I can help someone new, I'll try. Someone helped me when I first got here.
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[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-20 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, a lot of things.

[ And he'd probably give her all those definitions and then some, most of which he's guessing she's never even heard of — and it's a surreal feeling, knowing that he's had time to learn all of these things and remembering that as of right now, at the point in time she's likely been plucked up from, she doesn't know any of it.

He hadn't asked questions the first time they'd ever been together, because he hadn't felt like it was any of his business to learn the details about who she went to for that initial experience before they'd found each other — but he can feel his pulse quickening slightly when he has the stark realization that it would be her first all over again, and he can't really bear the idea of her going to anyone else for it. ]


So you want me to —

[ It's his turn to breathe, slow and understanding, and he doesn't want to leave her with the impression that he isn't taking this seriously — that if she's asking, really and truly asking, he wouldn't hesitate to give her anything she wanted. ]

I would. But not just... so you know. [ Because he needs to make that part clear, even as he can feel the heat creeping up the back of his neck all the way up to his ears. ] Because you deserve — because you're my friend, and... I love you.
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[personal profile] curious_spirit 2020-01-20 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wanda? It didn't seem like a name for her when she'd first said it but by the time she offered it with her surname, Shadow could see that it belonged to her. He smiled as she spoke of her brother and didn't interrupt. There seemed to be a sadness he was familiar with, having lost his mother--familiarity in the loss of someone loved.

Shadow followed her eyes as her smile faltered when Wanda looked to the chart. Oh. ]


This place does have a way of making it really uncomfortable when first meeting someone.

[ He tried to sound positive because at least this time, he wasn't sporting a raging boner. ]
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[personal profile] uncurbed 2020-01-20 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( there are a lot of things he could have ended up with on his shirt that are much, much worse than narcissistic tendencies, and he really should be grateful for that — but he isn't, thank you so very much, and it stands to reason that he very well could refuse to cooperate just on principle, but.

that's absolutely for later so he can end up in that get-along shirt with cain.

he listens to the other's explanation closely, folding his arms over his chest and ducking his head just a bit, indicating that he's giving her the whole of his attention.
) I think it's just a general rule that parents don't like the decisions you make. ( he'd been something of a problem child when he was younger. he knows all about this. ) Especially if it goes against what they had planned for you.

( that's just something he's seen in his periphery growing up. winona had always been pretty understanding about anything he wanted to do.

within reason, but that's neither here nor there, now is it?
)
aurebesh: (ZP5tS9t)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for a long, long moment, rey doesn't say anything at all. not out of distaste or disappointment, not because she doesn't want to hear those words — but because, in her waking memories, in all the years since she's been stranded on jakku, hot sand and burning sun beneath and above, she's not heard those words once.

she's sure she heard it as a child, in those few years in between birth and abandonment, but she'd been so young those memories hadn't formed. not really, not the way she'd have liked them to. not in the sort of way that might have softened the landing of finn's three word confession, the syllables draping over her skin like the warmest, most delicate blanket. ]


Oh. [ she's shocked into quiet — a rare occurrence, to be sure — but more importantly, into gentle consideration. she'd asked, in truth, out of practical expectation. she should know. she should know the reasoning for her shop's namesake, she should know how the process of two bodies slotting together works, she should be familiar enough to be able to navigate this place and the sorts of expectations it had laid at her feet, to be able to discuss with some kind of confidence things like kinks and pleasures and what gets you off. the sorts of questions that had been peppered in between orientation seminars, casually asked by people far more confident than rey could even dream of pretending to be.

but finn's offer isn't practical. it's emotional and raw and sincere, and rey finds she needs a moment to practice the words in her head before she can manage to echo the sentiment back, her voice a little softer now than perhaps it's ever been between them. ]


Finn — I've never loved anybody before. [ that's not right. that's not — she can feel how wrong it is before he even has a chance to react, and she scrambles to fill the pause before it can carry on too long. ] But you're part of me. You always have been.

[ she so wants to get this right, but she doesn't know what she's doing; recklessness takes over where instinct and experience cannot lay a path. ]

I think that's love. I want it to be.

[ and that's what matters, isn't it? what they mean to each other is more than just resistance allies or colleagues or friends. finn has always, always been more than that. ]

I wouldn't want anybody else to show me.
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[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thought had crossed Poe's mind, that he could lean in and grip Rey's thighs to lift her onto the counter, the inclination was there, so much so that when he feels her shifting to do exactly that he's only encouraging her, sliding into that space and between her legs before he's even thought about what kind of effect it's going to have. Not that there was a lot of space between them before, but now she's in a perfect position to turn that shifting into outright grinding, and it's hard not to. The hand on her hip has already moves reflexively to her lower back, using a tighter grip there to pull her to the very edge of the counter, up tightly against him.

And she's only encouraging it. She would have to be inexperienced, wouldn't she? He can't imagine that she's had much human interaction until she came to them, away from Jakku, and she hasn't been in the city long enough to have done much, if anything, not that any of it's stopping her from being bold and unflinching now in pushing this past a mutual inclination toward affection, right over the tentative steps that would usually start with two people getting intimate with each other for the first time. But then, nothing's been conventional about her life, or for the circumstances in which they've gotten to know each other.

He exhales a heated breath that could have been frustration, and in a way it is, but she's entirely right in assuming that he'll match her move for move on this, as impulsive and reckless as it may be. The truth is that he trusts her, both to know what she wants and tell him exactly what that is, and no amount of perfume or charms or whatever over aphrodisiacs they might throw at him, that might sway them one way or another, this is real. And it's not just about trust, about this being a convenient outlet for the two of them because they're friends and allies in a strange place, though maybe that would have been enough.

He pulls his hands back, briefly, to roll his shoulders, letting his jacket slide off of them before he's wrapping both arms around her, one hand slipping up as far as the back of her neck, his fingertips curling against her skin. It should be too much, all of this should be, but is it, if this is what they both want? ]


So you 'don't mind' this?

[ Her answer will have to wait until after he's kissed her again. This one has even less restraint than the last. In fact it might be hard to sense any restraint at all, just an open warmth and a hint at the heat underneath it. He doesn't have to worry about bearing her down on the counter with the enthusiasm as long as she's braced firmly in his arms, which might be a good thing since the escalation of those kisses might be enough to make that support necessary. ]
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[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-20 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If this had been even a year ago for him, he probably wouldn't have said it at all — not because he doesn't feel it, that warmth for her lodged deep inside his chest that seems to spread outward whenever he finds something that makes her happy, but because he hadn't necessarily known how to back then, hadn't known the word to describe it. The longer he's been here, surrounded by intimacy so freely expressed and practically advertised on every corner, the more he's figured out what the difference is between sex and love, at least for him — and the name to put to what rolls over him, like sinking into a warm bath, whenever he looks at her, whenever he looks at Poe.

Of course, he hasn't gotten around to dropping those three words out loud with the currently absent third member of their back-home resistance, but something tells him it's slipped out anyway, in tiny increments, ever since they realized there was something more here. With Rey, maybe he shouldn't be surprised that it's just tumbled out of him like that instead, and what's more is that he feels relieved for having said it, at least. Even if she doesn't reciprocate in kind, it's out there, and now she knows, because he wouldn't be able to go through with showing her anything if she didn't know how he felt, wouldn't be able to make this some kind of mechanical demonstration to her just to get it over with. If he reaches for her, touches her, there's always going to be feeling behind it, and this wouldn't be any exception. ]


It's okay, if — you don't have to say it.

[ If she's not ready, if she's unsure, whatever her reasons are, he hasn't told her to pressure her into acknowledging it any more than she already has, and when she gives him that answer he nods once, steps close to collect both of her hands in his, gives her a small squeeze before looking up to her face. ]

What you mean to me, both of you, it's more than — it wouldn't just be fulfilling a quota, to me. It wouldn't just be showing you to show you. I — I want to make it good for you. Because that's what you deserve.

[ When he tips his chin up, it isn't to bring his mouth to hers first; he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, slow and tender, before doing anything else at all, mostly because he knows she might need to get used to the sensation of it first, and also because he's pretty sure they're going to need to relocate. ] Do you want... we could go to the sub apartments, first? There's just the cot back in the office.
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[personal profile] subjulio 2020-01-20 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Darlington laughs. He's very familiar with that sort of smile but it doesn't make it any less charming. "Perhaps I just had remarkably good luck. It would certainly make a nice change." Since Alex came into his life, it seems like his luck has been going downhill.

"You'e from the same world, then? Is there anyone else here from yours?"
aurebesh: (tfa_025)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [ that, at least, is quick. certain. ] This is ours.

[ the garage, the junkyard, the office attached — it might belong on paper to poe first and then to finn, but it's theirs in a way that the apartments never will be. in the absence of the falcon or even her defunct at-at cave on jakku, this place is the closest thing rey has to something that's her own, something she can close the doors on and shut out the outside world for however long it takes. her answer would be the same despite the facilities inside. even if there was nothing but dirt on the ground and a slim tarping for cover, rey would choose that a hundred times over. ]

I don't need anything special.

[ it's said lightly enough, referring more to the skinny mattress and frame in her room, but there's a bittersweet honesty to the words that betrays the truth to them. she doesn't ask for much because there's never been anything to show her what to ask for, having been left with no expectations after a lifetime of solitude and scrappy self-reliance.

but there's a smile that curves up the corners of her mouth as his lips skim over her forehead, a trust that's echoed in the simple fact that rey doesn't pull away from the touch. instead, she leans in a little, lifting herself up on tiptoes just enough to press her own mouth against the apple of his cheek, a barely-there brush of warmth that's gone as quickly as it comes. ]


Just you.
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[personal profile] girlwednesday 2020-01-20 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I know.

[and she does. oliver's default isn't exactly calm and collected, but he's been better since she'd told him she was pregnant. it's just a lot and she's not sure where to start.]

Maybe you should go first. What do you remember last? You know about Mia, but you know she's not here. When I left last, she was three. I left her with Nyssa.
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[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-20 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He makes a mental note then and there to make sure that, at some point in the near future, they get ownership of this place signed over to her too — because it was hers originally and it should still belong to her, even if the stupid laws of this city say that a dominant has to be legally attached to any business owned by a submissive. But looking around, he can already see the places where they've started to leave their own mark on it: a mug Poe had left behind on the hood of an old vehicle, a jacket (not the jacket) slung over the back of a chair by the front desk. He wants her to feel like this is hers too, hers to leave things scattered around in, touchstones that serve as an indication that she's been here whenever she comes back. ]

Okay.

[ Her name on the place and her own set of keys, he mentally adds, when he leads her back the way they'd come in, partly so that he can lock up in front in order for them to remain undisturbed and partly so they can divert toward the other door instead, the one that opens up into the small office with a desk and a cot set up in one corner.

In terms of comfort, it may not be much, and they'll be a cramped fit together, but as far as privacy goes, it's away from any interruptions, and he can't help thinking she's picked exactly the right spot for them to be in, ducking his head to hide a slow smile.

Instinctively, he shrugs off his jacket first, tossing it over the back of the desk chair as he moves to her quietly, and even then it's nothing sudden, just the slide of both his arms around her waist as he steps in simultaneously to tip his forehead against hers, just holding onto her for a little while — and then his mouth goes to her cheek in a mimic of her earlier initiation, one and then the other before his lips meet hers, tentative and soft, letting her feel it before taking it in any direction she might want to try. ]
aurebesh: (HIMDmih)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his hand curls against the nape of her neck, palm warm against the skin there, a touch that's less feather-light and more insistent, and rey's mouth curves into an unexpected smile. she feels her head tipping back, as if exploring the sensation of that firm support, but she doesn't get much chance to move or to answer his seemingly-rhetorical question with little more than a muffled noise of surprise before his mouth is back on hers, hungrier this time, more enthusiastic, less restrained.

he wants, and she meets him, the hands that had curled against his waist climbing up to fist into his shirt over his chest, back arching just enough to press that much more into the minute spaces between them. there isn't much. just the fabric, really, gaps of air that their bodies can't quite fill all at once. if it was possible to get closer while still mostly clothed, they'd have managed it by now.

at the very least, by the time poe's mouth pulls from hers with a ragged gasp for air, they'd have closed the gap in the squeeze of her knees around his waist or the press of his hand against her back, all desire with no reason to curb enthusiasm.

hence rey's equally breathless response, muttered in between swipes of her tongue over her bottom lip in quiet marvel, ]
You ask too many questions.
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[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-20 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she'd never given it much thought before. if anything, rey had always been a little dismissive of the shows of affection on base or the niima outpost. it was just kissing — just mouths pressed together, sometimes in brief touches and sometimes more animalistic, but at the end of the day, it was just two mouths touching together. there wasn't anything to be awed by, no reason to be jealous.

but in that moment, as finn's mouth presses to her own, as sweetness and warmth and the echo of something settles in her chest, rey thinks she might understand. because there wasn't anything particularly special about it, nothing new or novel in a simple kiss, but there was everything in the gentle way he held her, in the slow lingering sensation of his lips against her own. there was love and adoration and careful, gentle sincerity — and beneath it, barely there, the sudden and undeniable knowledge that it wasn't just a kiss.

so she follows it, going on instinct alone, her head tipping to the side just enough that she can press that much more firmly into the embrace, her arms lifting to loop around his neck so that she might pull herself in. she may not know what she's doing, but she knows she wants to be doing this with finn, and that's half the battle. ]
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[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-20 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's doing it all with her in mind, mostly, but there's a part of him that can't disguise his own reactions to it, of how it feels to kiss her, again, but also for what feels like the first time too in how she acknowledges it, responds to it in her own way, tilts her head to let it naturally deepen and then slides her arms around him too — and he thinks he could just stand here like this kissing her for hours if that option presented itself, dedicate his time to relearning the fit of her mouth against his own and all the ways he could make her sigh.

But if they're here for something else, for more, he wants to make sure she gets that too, and even now he's breaking away from the kiss after a moment to gently let his lips trail down the curve of her jaw and against her neck, small brushes there as he voices a soft sigh across her skin. She's so soft there, places where he almost would have expected roughness, but her natural scent is stronger too and he can't completely subdue his own enjoyment of being the one who gets to touch her. ]


Just tell me — if there's anything you don't like, okay? [ He says it quietly, close enough for his lips to brush against her throat before he nuzzles there, over her pulse point, still holding her close. ] And I'll stop. Or go, whenever you're ready. For, you know, more.
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[personal profile] garrrr 2020-01-20 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Are abilities really Dominant or Submissive though?

Kory would probably burn the place down literally....
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[personal profile] unphase 2020-01-21 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[there are many worse things she could've wound up with, too, but she's not going to let herself think about them for fear that thinking will bring them into reality, that somehow the words on the shirt will shift into something far worse and far more humiliating.

and over the past six, almost seven months, she's learned that there's no point in refusing to cooperate. Duplicity will have its way eventually.

she's blushing pale pink by the end, feeling sort of babyish. who reaches her age and status and still whines about their mother? apparently her]
Yeah, well, I didn't run away and join the ballet, which was my plan when I was thirteen, or run away and become an actress, which I thought about when I was fourteen. No, I ran away and became a super-hero. [she would be able to relate. she was a problem child as long as she can remember] And it did. It really did. Mother wanted me engaged to a proper Bgztlian High Society son by now, but none of them would have me.

[there was nothing understanding about Winema Wazzo. nothing kind or gentle or warm. there was only duty and obligation and respect for the Wazzo name]

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-21 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dorian is still giving Margo a calm little frown even though inwardly, he's swearing up a storm. Some kind of magical aura? Damn, could she sense his immortality? And if so, how? What did she know? Should he even tell her? Was she even human to begin with?

After a brief battle of minds, Dorian decides that fuck it. He should at least say something. But it just had to be something, not everything. The messy details could stay hidden for now.
]

Oh, I'm nothing but secrets, [ Dorian idly remarked. ] Still, I suppose the magical aura you see is my immortality.

[ And he's just going to leave it at that for the moment. He'll talk more if pressed, but he wants to see what Margo would press to begin with. ]

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-21 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid I'm a terror. [ Whereas Dorian is still continuing to give Constance that purposefully shitty smile. ]

So! Shall we begin?
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[personal profile] soulstitched 2020-01-21 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Robin!" They look like they're about to say something more, but her condition finally seems to kick in now that the initial surprise has abated. In a moment of flustered shock, Robin hops to their feet and shrugs out of their overcoat. It's a deep gray and seems to have seen some better days, but its long at least.

"Here! You shouldn't have to wander around that way!"
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[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-01-21 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[I'm beginning to see that, yes, is on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back and sighs softly]

The alphabet in reverse. Say it in unison with me. Z...y...x...w...v.