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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2020-01-12 10:22 pm
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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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Jyn Erso | Star Wars | Dominant

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
( ask about my x )

[Jyn doesn't like this. Not just because what's emblazoned across her chest, but because it physically is also revealing. The long white shirt comes up high on her mid-thigh, and she's constantly pulling down on it, trying to make sure she doesn't bend over too much. It makes her less personable than she already is, confused and trying to get out of this.

But the fact fact her shirt says "Ask me about the Resistance" makes her even more uncomfortable. If Cassian were here, he wouldn't like it. She shouldn't be thinking of him here and now, the mix of feelings right now aren't something she's able to process right now. She just needs to try and get through this. Maybe if she just tries and approaches the nearest person to her as diplomatically as possible, she can just get this over with.]


So what does yours mean? [She asks, not even looking at their shirt, but getting to write down whatever she needs to.]

( on a flip chart; m/f only )

[Being pulled into this ridiculous outfit just with her underthings on is even more uncomfortable than the other shirt. She tries to pull off against the other person, not trying to be rude, but not really wanting to make introductions or small talk right now. Not when she's already pressed tightly against them.]

What do they even want?! [She exclaims already getting exhausted from trying to fight off the constrictive shirt that seems to just push her closer to the other person. Finally she stops and looks up at the other person.

Maybe this is the reason why they put her in this. She's not going to be the best Dominant, and they're already trying to get her in line. Too bad Jyn Erso never took instruction all that well.]


( the long way around )

Come on, darling, [One of the booth attendants tries to get her to come over. Jyn insists she's fine, but she doesn't have much of a choice. Maybe it's because she looks so new, so out of place even in this market. The attendant sprays the perfume bottle, and the strawberry vanilla scent fills the air. She coughs and just about punches the guy when she realizes that the contact of her fist to his chest feels... different.

She should leave right now. Wide eyes look around, her pupils growing wide from the effects of the perfume before she's dashing out. On her way out she full on collides with someone near the door.

Please don't be guards. Please don't be guards....]


ooc: m/f prefs for anything shippy/ smutty. she's taken pre-death so she doesn't know about the fate of scariff/ the death star plans.
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 | Dominant | ota

[personal profile] raygunner 2020-01-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
ask me about....
Really, is this necessary...?

[ Akechi, to his displeasure, has a shirt that says Ask me about my baggage! While it's not terribly revealing, it's not something he's thrilled about. For one, he most certainly will not talk about his baggage. What baggage? The shirt, clearly, ended up on the wrong person. Nevermind that all he's wearing, aside from undergarments, is a shirt...

Still. He's nothing if not sociable. Akechi approaches someone, a smile plastered on his face. ]


Should I really ask you, or is that a sensitive topic?

[ Honestly, he doesn't care. He just wants his damn clothes back. ]

on a flip chart;
[ Unfortunately, Akechi had outright refused to talk about his baggage. So into a locked room he'd been ushered. He's even less thrilled about this, though he makes a valiant effort at concealing just how pissed off he actually is. Which, really, is remarkably difficult when you've been shoved into an indestructible shirt with another person. ]

... To the point, aren't they.

[ Has anyone ever said anything in such a dry voice... ]

the long way around;
[ At some point, Akechi gets a face full of... cinnamon pear. Akechi coughs and waves a hand in his face, but he suddenly feels... a lot bolder? More adventurous, at the very least. He isn't sure how he feels about that, but-- ]

It seems a shame to waste so much product. [ He glances to whoever's nearby. ] Wouldn't you say?

[ Or he gets hit with something else. Choose your scentventure! ]
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Declan Lynch | Call Down the Hawk | Submissive | OTA

[personal profile] dauntless_son 2020-01-13 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ask me about my...

Brothers. The word on Declan's shirt is brothers. He stares down at his clipboard and sighs. Let's see how quickly he can get through this while talking as little about himself as possible.


On a flip chart

Cooperative as he usually is, Declan does not want to answer questions about his brothers. Or any part of his family. He blithely lied through most of his conversations and he doesn't know if it's the lying or something else that's gotten him put into a get along shirt with some other unfortunate soul.

"This is ridiculous," he mutters. He's suffered humiliation before, but for the most part Declan has managed to avoid it. He can see the chart from where they're standing but he can't read it from here. "Think we can shuffle over there without killing each other?"


The long way around

He hates patchouli. Declan doesn't understand how anyone can like the scent. It's cloying, overpowering, and it reminds him of an ex that wasn't worth the effort. Declan breaks his usually pleasant expression to scowl at the person that just sprayed a bunch of the stuff into his path.

In search of fresh air, Declan makes it to the end of that row of stalls before it hits him. Since getting here, sex has been the absolute last thing on his mind, but he can't ignore the sudden, urgent flood of arousal hitting him. The rush of blood makes him dizzy.

"Jesus," he breathes, putting a hand out to catch himself on a wall. He needs to get back to the motel. He needs to get away from... everyone. Utterly out of character, he grabs the next person that passes him.

"Hey. Which way back to the Down?"


Wildcard

[Find Declan in the Up or Down! M/m or m/f or smut. Preferences here.]
Edited 2020-01-13 04:45 (UTC)
noneofyours: (Default)

Inara Serra {} Firefly {} Dominant

[personal profile] noneofyours 2020-01-13 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW]

The rocking of the train was soothing, rhythmic clacking of the wheels passing over joins in the rail. The sound droned together and added to the relaxing effect, at least for her. Others might not find the transport as appealing but it was a nice reprieve from spending her days in the cramped confines of her shuttle. She had sunlight, air and scenery that wasn't empty blackness.

And this was less likely to fail and cause everyone to die by exposure or asphyxiation, so that was also a plus. The seat beside her had been vacant for the last three stops and she was beginning to wonder if it was just a slow day, but as the locomotive slowed at the next station it seemed she might not be along much longer after all.


[THE LONG WAY AROUND]

After exiting the train Inara stopped short almost running into a brightly smiling pair of young ladies in matching button up shirts. "Hello! Have you heard about the newest scents?" One girl said. "These have just been released and we expect them to be our most popular ever!" The other seemed to pick up where she left off. She raised a hand demurring the offer. "Thank you, I tend to mix my own scents or get them from back home." She tried to decline as graciously as possible but one of the girls frowned and the other's smile dropped slightly.

The Companion moved to pass them when they came up on either side of her, almost in unison they said "We insist you try a free sample!" She blinked when she saw the spray coming at her face. She tasted lemon and orange on her tongue except, oddly crisp and effervescent. Her hand caught the other which she could only faintly smell as some sort of sweet berry and mellow vanilla. "Please, no!" Inara pushed past the girls and out into the free air beyond.

"I thought Mal was a terrible sales person." Her eyes went wide when she said it. She hadn't spoken of the Serenity crew since she left them. "I needed to leave, it was time to go." Another verbal outburst and she was suddenly wondering just what that spray had been. She wrapped her arms around herself and..well.. she felt better actually. Quite a bit. "It would be better still if I hugged someone else."

It seemed her mind and mouth were set to automatic pilot.


[WILDCARD]
[ Inara can be found at any bath house or massage spa, feelfree to find her there if you like. ]
Edited 2020-01-13 04:51 (UTC)
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Kaz Brekker | Six of Crows | Dominant | OTA

[personal profile] roughworkdone 2020-01-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
i. Ask me about X

Kaz is going to murder someone. That is the exact look on his face as he foisted into a room wearing a long shirt with Ask me about Pekka Rollins. He doesn't think this is particularly amusing. The clipboard feels foreign in his bare hands - elegant, pale, made for lock picking and card shuffling - and he tries to ignore how exposed he feels. As long as no one touches him again, he should be fine.

His dark eyes cut to the nearest person.

"Do you want to start or should I?"

ii. On a flip chart

[ OOC: I'm open to doing this one but please be aware that Kaz has a phobia of touching and being touched that is related to PTSD. If you're interested in this prompt, please get in touch with me so we can discuss it! ]

iii. The long way around

Kaz feels like himself again now that he's back in his own clothes and his crow-head cane has been returned. Thin, black leather gloves cover his hands and his suit is sharply tailored and staid.

The cold is sharper than what he's used to in Ketterdam, nearly as bad as the glaciers in Fjerda. It makes his leg ache, but he's content to be free again. He can ignore it. He's curious about the vendors hawking their businesses to new arrivals and old alike. He manages to keep his distance for the most part, but some over-eager vendor has practically saturated the air around another person. The heavy scent of patchouli makes Kaz sneeze.

It seems like funerary incense, the kind they burn during wakes for merchers and public officials. Kaz cuts a glare at the woman with the perfume bottle and moves on. He has to stop a few paces ahead and he grips the head of his cane tightly as heat sinks through him. What the fuck?

"What. Was. That?" he rasps out.

iv. wildcard

[ OOC: If you'd like to do anything at the orientation or on the train, or if you want to run into Kaz somewhere else, hit me! ]
magija: (✾ ₁₁₁)

wanda maximoff | mcu | submissive

[personal profile] magija 2020-01-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
.•   ask me about x


[ her fingers clutch at the ends of her shirt, long enough to cover any exposure of the dark lace underneath but still far too short to conceal enough of her thighs. there's no comfort in this place, and if there were any, it'd only be in knowing she's hardly alone in that feeling, a wave of that anxiety practically vibrating through the air amongst the others adorned in the same simple garment as herself.

the major difference is in what they each say, and from what she can see when she peers down and tries to stretch out the fabric in front of her, the words on her own shirt are completely absurd: ask me about mindfucking!

the best she can do is cross her arms to try and conceal the words, but it seems there's persistence in furthering the discussion and eventually she's made to confront someone else in a similar garb, as she tries to steady her clipboard firm against her chest. ]
Do you know if there's any other way out of this?

.•   on a flip chart


[ she'd tried to get out of, far too frustrated with the route of conversation to even consider wanting to dive into the privacy of those secrets. spending enough time diving into people's heads, she'd already made the decision that she'd no longer pursue it, with or without her mind manipulation abilities to aid that. of course, all of that means is that she's faced with an alternative that she's not sure is much better than the situation she'd found herself in before.

while the shirt is bigger this time, it's only because it's meant to allow another person to fill in that extra space. only it isn't much extra at all, her arm bumping against theirs with a fidgeting that merely causes their bicep to brush over her lace-covered breast. ]


Excuse me, would you — ? [ there's annoyance in her tone, for good reason, of course, but she knows she shouldn't exactly be pinning it on someone who's simply being faced with the same trial as herself, and she shuts her eyes briefly to take a breath. ] Okay. Okay. What is it we're supposed to do?

[ she turns to catch sight of the board, a certain task is written on the board, meant to be completed ... ]

( ooc: task options of your choosing: (a) sharing a kiss, (b) singing a duet together, (c) tap dancing for an entire minute in sync, (d) mutual masturbation to completion (18+ only). no option is a guarantee that she'll go through with it depending on the interactions. )

.•   the long way around


[ at the very least, she gets to be outside, exploring the grounds of the city freely rather than remaining confined in those rooms for a minute longer. it's more than she can see for how she so often finds herself, always locked in, always imprisoned, always presenting the constant threat that she might simply cast up a spell and break someone apart or cast them away out of existence.

perhaps, she's meant to be trapped here too, but at the very least she's stretching her legs until she finds herself at the market, called there by the soaring aroma that blossoms in the air in a variety of forms, sweet and addictive, so much so that she finds no room to consider herself when she approaches to attempt their samples.

(a) the strawberry-vanilla coaxes a long sigh from her lips, a smile twisting up as if she'd been hit with something so overly pleasant, urging her to simply reach out and embrace whoever happens to be nearest. and she does just that, saying nothing to the unsuspecting victim that earns the wrap of her arms around their shoulders, something overly familiar especially when she turns her face to nuzzle her nose soft against their cheek.

(b, 18+) the patchouli spray causes her to crinkle her nose briefly, something curious in its scent as she gives a sniff trying to rid her nostrils of it peculiarity. it's far too strong, she thinks, too musky for her liking, and she finds herself immensely distracted with that very thought, so much so that she doesn't even notice herself walking, steps moving with conviction as she approaches someone near by. before she catches herself, her fingers curve strong along their jaw, angling their mouth to meet her for a hardened kiss. of course, if they don't actually stop her, she might even find the time to brush her tongue past their lips, deepening the contact with a soft moan. ]


.•   wild card


( feel free to adjust anything as needed in the above options to fit the scenario a bit more with your character. or go ahead and discuss with me the potential of entirely different options all together. all options are ota, and is open to m/f or f/f, 18+ for the more potential nsfw options. canon point is currently undecided, but leaning towards post age of ultron or post civil war. )
soulette: (Uh)

Mariette / Blade Runner 2049 / Dominant

[personal profile] soulette 2020-01-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
01-Blindly We’ll Follow

[Mariette’s eyes are wide open, staring outside the window of the train as she processes all the sights that the train is zipping through. So much information has been thrown at her within the last few hours and she soaks it all in, mind whirring up a thousand possibilities, repercussions, and more. This world is completely different yet so similar to hers. Unlike hers, it’s lush and abundant in material, but like hers, it’s divided down the middle — two classes. Dominant and submissive, human and replicant. And somehow, here, her role has been reversed.

The thought clouds her mind along with the headache and nausea that’s been there since she arrived. She stares at the buildings outside, the greenery, then turns her gaze inside to take in all the people who sit in the train. She watches as a submissive kneels before their dominant and feels an unpleasant twist inside her.

As she’s watching, someone steps in front of her and for a split second. She tilts her head and looks past them before noticing that they haven’t moved. Grey eyes lift and she blinks before raising a brow. She looks at the empty seat beside her then back up. The quick motion bringing another wave of nausea. She swallows and manages a small smile.]


Is this your seat?


02-Ask Me About X

[The event is uncomfortable and revealing, making her feel incredibly vulnerable. Not just in their clothing which she doesn’t mind — she’s used to wearing revealing clothing — but the statements, varying from very personal to downright sensitive are… both interesting and frightening. The one on her shirt says Ask me about being hunted.

Sure, she’s good at small talk, given a part of her programming is strictly to appear friendly and personable. Most of the time, she even enjoys conversations that are more real. Just… not like this. Not so forced.]



03-The Long Way Around

[It actually smells pretty good for a bit. The strawberry vanilla is both warm and comforting, making her smile a bit as she continues down the row, looking around the other products placed nearby. She turns and steps a little closer to the person beside her, making some room for another before she feels it.

It spreads from the spot on her wrist that was sprayed by perfume, up, making the presence beside her feel so inviting. She can feel the urge that’s both empty and warm at the same time. Things add up and she looks at her wrist.]


Shit. [Her hand reaches out almost without her allowing it to, and lands on the bicep of the stranger standing unwittingly beside her. They feel so warm. Her fingers spread out slowly, feeling, touching.] Sorry I... [She trails off, mesmerized by the rush of warmth and soothing pleasure from the touch.] Oh.


04-Wildcard

(( She'll be found hanging around still in awe of things. ))
Edited 2020-01-14 04:18 (UTC)
darkpath: (large smile)

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed | Dominant | OTA

[personal profile] darkpath 2020-01-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
a. « « « ASK ME ABOUT X

[ Wei Wuxian is a tall, thin man. The shirt hangs baggy over his frame and ends just low enough to be decent. While he isn't someone who normally follows rules, he's sociable, which makes this game a bit more fun than it would be for most strangers. The only drawback is that Wei Wuxian hates his shirt. He keeps crossing his arms and uncrossing them with a distinct pout on his face.

'Ask me about my tendency to flirt without meaning it' ]


What? Who made this? Anyway, that's definitely not true.

[ It's definitely true. ]

I just got here, and they're already spreading lies...

b. « « « THE LONG WAY AROUND

[ Never one to shy away from physical affection, Wei Wuxian still knows himself well enough to know that the sudden urge to hug any and everybody that crosses his path. He nearly exudes nervous energy, rocking on his heels as he tries to fight it, only to have the urge build almost beyond his control.

When he breaks, his body moves before he's able to have enough conscious thought to stop it. The next poor passerby that passes finds Wei Wuxian throwing his arms around them and hugged to their body. ]


Ah, sorry! It's a curse!

[ Even his laugh is awkward. ]

c. « « « MISC. SOUNDS OF THE FLUTE

[ As a dominant, he's rightfully allowed to be in the Up. As someone who likes freedom and not the stuffy attitude that comes with the Up, he prefers the Down. And flutes. And rooftops. Tonight, he combines all of them.

The building he chooses is much smaller than the surrounding buildings. Only a single story, it was easy for him to ascend and find a spot where he can see the things happening below him. It's night, with the moon bright enough to illuminate him without the need of surrounding lights.

And he plays, composing a calming tune while looking the picture of someone calm and serene himself. ]


d. « « « MISC. POST TO THE NETWORK

isthsilike oh i can maek the wors separate.

[ Perhaps Wei Wuxian should have tried his experiment privately instead of posting it, but here he is. So far, he's discovered the spacebar. ]

thats a lot easer to read [ He's trained well enough to spell fine, but the keyboard is odd. ] there are a lot of buttons on

[ He tries said buttons while typing and suddenly, it switches to video. ]

...does. It has a ... ah!

[ Wei Wuxian jerks back as he realizes he can see himself. However, when he sees the recording do the same, he laughs. ]

It's doing what I'm doing!

[ His face gets face too close to the camera. Remembering that other people can supposedly see him, he sits back onto the bed in his Up apartment and waves. ]

Hi.
intrusivethot: ((official) love!! frens!!!)

honey, you're home!

[personal profile] intrusivethot 2020-01-13 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
the long way around

Not a believer in spending money to make it?

[ Ren's clever tactic of stopping just short of the employee spraying free samples has saved him from taking a mouthful mid-yawn, but he can't say the same for Akechi. Dominant or not they're giving handouts to anyone who passes by and knowing this place Akechi's bound feel compelled to strip and dance naked in the streets or. Something.

Not that he's going to raise the subject if it isn't going to happen. He'll just savor holding something over Akechi's head. Ren play-huffs and lifts his chin.
]

Guess I won't give you free cups anymore.
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Drizella Tremaine / Ivy Belfrey | OUaT | Submissive

[personal profile] thereal_ivyb 2020-01-13 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW

[ No mark on her neck will make her act any different. Drizella hates the tattoo given and the treatment it subjects her to, but that doesn't stop her from keeping her head held high as she boards the train.

So to speak.

She's actually very invested in the phone-like device they'd equipped her with, so even as she walks to a vacant spot, she's only half paying attention. She does look up from the device as someone sits next to her- only to offer them a very strained sort of smile and turn right back to it.

Yes, she's new in town. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have very important things to attend to on the network: like doing diligent research on who's here. ]


Let me know if I miss anything really interesting on this tour of hell?

[ It's not a request, even though she's phrased it as one... and even though the line down her throat means she's in no position to be making demands. ]


ASK ME ABOUT X

[ The least they could do is offer something vaguely fashionable if they were going to air out all the participant's dirty little secrets.

Ask me about my mother's plan to kill me

It's honestly just best if she ignores what the shirt says with an attempt to cover it up with the provided clip board. If it bothers her to have that out in the open, however, she doesn't let it show. Lips pressed together, she walks around the room slowly, apparently not bothered at all that the shirt just barely reaches the top of her thighs. She sips on one of the provided beverages, her eyebrow raised as she reads the shirts and contemplates what she actually cares about hearing. She stops and fixes her target with only a slight smirk as she gestures to their shirt. ]

Tell me more.


THE LONG WAY AROUND

[ No one's warned her. Why should they? It's not as though she's gone around and tried to make friends. She doesn't need that sort of crutch here- or so she tells herself at least. It might be nice to have a familiar face around- Henry's in particular.

But she doesn't let herself think about that too long.

Shopping isn't calming- not as a 'submissive' in their system. She's questioned more than she's helped, and she doesn't have the comforts of her credit cards from home. She hears the call of the salesperson before she realizes that she's walking directly towards them. A lengthy, flowery description of the strawberry vanilla scent that they absolutely adore. Drizella wrinkles her nose at the description, but before she's even able to decline a sample of it, they're already spritzing her with it. ]


Woah. Hey.

[ She stops and holds up her free hand, her brow furrowing as she tries to push away the sudden feeling that she needs to be touching someone. ]

Do. Not. Spray me without my consent. If I have an allergic reaction, I won't hesitate to sue you for every penny you have.

[ Yeah.

This would go over only marginally better if she weren't classified a Submissive. ]



WILDCARD

[ The sky's the limit. Have an idea you want to toss my way, go for it! Drizz isn't spending much time in the Down, but when she is, it's at the park to try and grow plants to make it at least a tenth as nice as North Park. In the Up, she doesn't give a hoot about societal norms or sub expectations.... so chances are she's getting in trouble.

Will match style if you prefer prose. :D

Shippy/Smutty ota~ ]
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Sasha James | The Magnus Archives | Dominant | OTA

[personal profile] callioopsie 2020-01-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
1. Blindly We'll Follow

[Honestly, Sasha all but stumbles into a seat, tripping over one of her ankles as she distracts herself gawking at the submissive-labeled individuals on the floor. It's quite likely she jostles the person beside her, and flushing with embarrassment, raises a hand in apology.]

Sorry about that. Lost my head for a moment.

[She adjusts her glasses.]

Place is a trip, isn't it?

2. Ask Me About X

[Sasha isn't usually all that much of a wallflower, but, well, the places she goes don't tend to put her in nothing but a single long shirt. Hers is blazened with the phrase: Ask me about what I saw! Ambiguous and troubling, but at least she figures she can say whatever she wants, even if she knows what it's referring to. Surely it won't take too long for someone else to end up trying to avoid the main area of the party, and when they do she'll give them a sympathetic smile.]

Not your scene, either?

3. Wildcard

[Just playing Sasha here for fun and voicetesting purposes; if you can think of anything else you'd like to thread, let me know!]
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[personal profile] raygunner 2020-01-13 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Akechi's smile is a tight thing, and Ren probably knows. It's shockingly difficult to keep his composure with whatever's been sprayed in his face in his system, but he's determined to keep it. He's not about to let him see Akechi at his most vulnerable.

At least... that's what he tells himself. ]


Haha, that's a terribly cruel thing to say, you know. Withholding free coffee from me... and here I thought we were friends.

[ Nevermind, you know, the last time they'd seen each other back home had been at the end of November.... ]
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[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He hates this. There are not words to describe how vehemently the Archivist hates this. Jon is using his clipboard to try to obscure his shirt: Ask me about Mr. Spider. He sees a woman looking around wearing a shirt that seems generic enough and stalks over to her.

She has a Statement, but he's trying to ignore that.]


Tell me about what you saw, then. I don't care what it's actually referring to. I assume something horrifying. I'm only interested in the mundane.
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Athos | Three Musketeers | Submissive | OTA

[personal profile] drinkingseriously 2020-01-13 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
1. Blindly We'll Follow

The man sitting in one of the seats has a newspaper drawn over his face, and is firmly ignoring all of the madness and talking around him. At least until the Dominant and the Submissive come into the car, and he lifts the paper to stare for a long moment, before his jaw sets. A glower sets on his face, and he lifts the paper off to stare at the Dominant un-erringly. He is not even distracted when someone sits next to him, but when he is spoken to, well.

He is a ruffian but he's still a damned noble ruffian.] My apologies, I was glowering at this barbaric display before me. What did you say?

2. Ask Me About X

[Athos has spent the majority of this event making people nervous with the way he is twirling his pen around like it is a knife or some other weapon. Perhaps that is why only a few brave souls come up to him to enquire about Ask Me About My Wife.

The answer, luckily for the person, is short if not abrupt.]

She is a lying, manipulative monster who preys on men like a crow on soft carrion. [A beat.] We are not currently on speaking terms.

3. WILDCARD
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[personal profile] ultra_boy 2020-01-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
» » » BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW

Head still whirling from the orientation and thinking on what this meant, Jo was feeling particularly spaced out by this place as he took the seat assigned to him on the train. Looking around at the other Liers, it looked like he was not the only one stuck in their heads, and he chuckled as he thought about that. This world seemed to throw people for a loop, but if it did, was that the purpose? He suspected there was far more to this whole thing than he had been told, and he wondered if he could learn more by snooping around.

He would need to continue his act, then, of being less than brilliant, so people would open up around him. He could get a grunt job, and that would give hi time to think, and observe, without people thinking anything of it. He could use that as well; to drink and enter places where more 'smart' people would not go.

He grinned to himself as he slumped his shoulders a little. Yeah. He could do this.

Jo turned his head to peer out, and to look at the nearest Lier and other people, nodding to them with a simple smile.

To one of the other people, the ones sitting near the Liers, he spoke.

"Say, could you give me the blast about this place?" His voice was slow, and low, and his eyes were a little unfocused as he spoke.

***

« « « ASK ME ABOUT X

The seminars and demonstrations had started out cool, and ended up just plain disturbing, though he had made sure not to show it. Jo was still playing the dumb jock smoothly, even if the social mixer was... annoying. At least there was food, and that was where he headed right away.

Being forced into a long shirt wasn't so bad. It reminded him of some of the outfits he had worn back on Rimbor. Stylish, right? he strutted around in his bright green shirt, which said “Ask me about being swallowed by a Space Whale!” in very large letters. And it felt so comfy, he had deigned to go without underwear for this. After all, this was supposed to be a party, right?

The annoying part was being given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and homework! This felt less like a party and more like school, and Jo was grumpy about it. Sure, he wanted to know people, but... seriously? He looked around for three others so he could ask their big bold statements, and try to write something down.

Ugh.

***

« « « ON A FLIP CHART

Of course, with his luck, he ends up in the bad Dominants and Submissives room, and stuffed into a giant so-called-get-along-shirt with a stranger. He had tried to get loose, but the garment cluing, and wouldn't go away. He had been told that he and the other had to follow the instructions written on the... what as it? Oh yeah, the flip chart in order to get out.

"So, yeah, uh, I guess we should check this out, right? And get it over with?"

***

« « « THE LONG WAY AROUND

Wandering, on Jo's third day in town, he found himself smiling a little at the different booths and people trying to get his attention. Now, well, now he really was reminded of Rimbor. But, in character, he ambled over to one place after another, a slightly dull look on his face.

He spots that a number of them are special pretty shops run by some sort of big corpo named Harbroken Industries. And he notes that in his head to follow up. Who are these guys and what do they want? He didn't trust corpos anytime, anywhere.

He deftly dodges being spritzed, making it look like clumsiness, several times, all the while sleight-of-hand-pocketing some of the free vials to analyze later when he got some equipment. Just because he was slow, didn't mean he wanted to be seen as too gullible, either, so he walked the line.

Of course, he was dodging one spray when he nearly ran into someone, and caught them carefully to stabilize them, causing them both to get spritzed. But by what???

"Are you okay?"

[ OOC: Choose what you want them to be spritzed with! ]

***

[ OOC: Borrowing from the above, m/f prefs for anything shippy or smutty, thankee. ]
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[personal profile] callioopsie 2020-01-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
What...Jon?

[It's surprising enough to see him here...and in a single shirt, mind you, so she's going to try not to look at his legs. And then there's how he looks in general and...what's with that attitude? Sasha blinks at him, startled.]

Ignoring the fact that that's an outright lie...is that really how you're going to go about saying hello?
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[personal profile] drinkingseriously 2020-01-13 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Athos had managed to get through the spraying with a great deal more ... leeway than most.

"Hi would you like to try one of our - "

"If you spray that in my face, I am afraid I will be forced to break your arm." Was his crisp reply, as he scanned the area for any other threats to his person in the form of ridiculous questions or someone trying to spray him with scents. He stepped through, remembering the map from his ... 'orientation' into this living representation of Hell, and was on his way to the trains and perhaps the freedom of some less-than-reputable drinking establishment when the woman standing next to him suddenly said.

"It would be better still if I hugged someone else."

Athos looked left, and then right, then back to the woman. Who ... appeared to be standing completely by herself. One eyebrow raised, and he spoke quietly but with some light hint of bone-dry humor. "I wouldn't recommend saying that so loudly. This is the sort of place where an embrace could turn into a orgy. Or at least that is what 'Orientation' has taught me."
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[personal profile] soulette 2020-01-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Mariette resists the urge to roll her eyes. She knows it's necessary to talk and get through this in order to get out of the shirt but the whole thing feels so forced and unnatural. She reads his and has no idea what it means. Hers says Ask me about being hunted. She tries to weigh out which would be the shorter story but she has no way of knowing. With a sigh, her expression is slightly apologetic.

"Okay, well." A shrug. "Does it really matter? What's Pekka Rollins?"
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Caspian Pomeroy | OC | Dominant | OTA

[personal profile] bonstempsrouler 2020-01-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Blindly We'll Follow

It's freezing.

That means the climate control is on full blast and the warmth makes the train ride interesting as people get on and get off. Heat makes scents linger and it makes them more prominent, so by the time they've made it halfway through the tour, Caspian's nose is itching with all the sensory input. He's more interested in the people coming and going than he is in the sights. He looks at the stripes on submissive throats and absently runs his tongue over one of his canines. He wonders why that particular symbol and wonders if it's just easiest.

Seeing the Dominant join the ride with a submissive at their feet makes him snort a laugh. Well, that's strangely familiar, but he normally didn't see that kind of thing in public and it's the kind of thing that used to raise his hackles.

He's got a thing about leashes.

He's currently sprawled across two seats when someone approaches, looking like they want to (or are supposed to) be sitting next to him.

"This your seat?" he asks in a southern drawl. He moves without complaint, making room for the person joining him. "You new too?"


The Long Way Around m/m for smut

Caspian is usually a furnace but even he's feeling the biting cold right now. He's impressed that so many vendors are out, trying to get people to buy--perfume? Two scents catch him at different parts of his walk. The first is kind of sweet, not the kind of thing he'd usually follow but the strawberry-vanilla on the air isn't that bad. Hell, it makes him feel warmer, and his gold eyes drift over the crowd. He follows another scent he likes and all but wraps around someone completely at random.

"Hm... you smell good," he murmurs in a low, warm rumble. All he wants to do is nuzzle close. "Looked like you needed a hug." Alright, he's almost purring.


Somewhere else, sometime later, Cas gets hit with a faceful of patchouli. It takes a while for it to hit, but once it does, Caspian can't ignore it. His pupils go wide and as soon as someone makes anything like promising eye contacting, Cas catches their arm, their hand, their wrist, and hauls them toward the nearest alleyway.


Wildcard

[Find Cas anywhere in the Up or Down! He explores. For the preternatural out there who can sense or smell these things, Caspian is a weretiger.]
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[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-13 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows his name. Jon's brows furrow and he looks the woman up and down. Nothing is jumping immediately to mind. It could be a timeline thing? Deep suspicion paints his features.]

Maybe you'd like to tell me who you are, and I'll see if I'm feeling particularly inclined toward a 'hello.'
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Hello friend!

[personal profile] noneofyours 2020-01-13 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"It wouldn't be my first." The words came out unbidden, but they were true. Inara had serviced many in her time and in many ways. Nothing about the sexual nature of this place was shocking to here save the way the contracts were stipulated. Even her own Companion contracts had far more leeway than the submissives were allowed here.

"Orientation did cover some of the more flavorful aspects of this place." She touched the pendant at her throat, years ago she'd sat with the others to pass from student to full fledged Companion and that had been a gift from her first patron. She had no shame in it but, somehow that seemed easier.

"You look like you could offer a solid hug." Again not the comment she'd intended to make but again not untrue. "It's probably the scents, but your handsome and I'd enjoy it anyway." Oh, this was going to take some getting used to.
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[personal profile] callioopsie 2020-01-13 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Sasha frowns, puzzled and a little hurt. She knows things were stressful back home, but she was glad to see a familiar face here. Besides, she and Jon had always gotten on well enough, especially when comparing their interactions with the ones he tended to have with Martin and Tim.]

Seriously?

[She runs a hand through her hair idly.]

You only have so many assistants. Who else am I supposed to be?
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[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-13 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[That earns her a momentary flash of confusion. Another assistant? But... did he go back to the Institute to continue playing the Archivist? That seems unlikely. But if she's from far enough on, maybe that's... maybe they fixed things?]

Who are and what year is it?
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[personal profile] callioopsie 2020-01-13 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd think this was some kind of test if it wasn't Jonathan Sims, of all people. He can be funny, but he's...well, he's like a porcupine. Sasha sighs. Faster just to get on with it, then, at this point.]

Sasha? It's 2016?