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theansweris) wrote2020-01-11 10:01 pm
theansweris) wrote2020-01-11 10:01 pm
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DUPLICITY: IC INBOX
[text ~ voice ~ video ~ in person]
Is there something I should know about him?
[ Perhaps something he wouldn't tell her himself even. ]
[ Perhaps something he wouldn't tell her himself even. ]
"Not really. I just disapprove of someone he befriended. I should have realised that to befriend Jim Gordon and defend him despite his crimes would take a level of rash judgment or hypocrisy." He can't think of anything about Alfred that's actually a problem.
He tells me he's giving me freedom but it feels like he just doesn't want anything to do with me.
[ So it's that kind of deal. She's known people like that before. ]
[ So it's that kind of deal. She's known people like that before. ]
Riddler decides it's better to be honest. "He didn't want a contract. With anyone. He's pining after the marked guy he had who vanished from here. You should try and find someone else, who can meet your needs. I posted when I got here, said what I wanted from my contract and worked out something which fulfilled my needs and theirs."
It's not for lack of trying. I've just been refused by every dominant I've had any interest in. So why bother? I'm not even sure if I'll meet my quota this month.
[ She doesn't want to be turned down again. After that many times and then this whole incident it's just too much. Posting to the network is the last thing she wants to do. ]
[ She doesn't want to be turned down again. After that many times and then this whole incident it's just too much. Posting to the network is the last thing she wants to do. ]
"That the beauty of a post. You don't invite any person. You are simply stating what you need. And I strongly advise you meet quota. I just go to bars, find someone fairly appealing, do whatever is required and leave. Distasteful, but the alternative horrifies me. This way, it's still my choice."
Everyone will have seen that post. He's gone and ruined any chance I had to find a partner willing to be with me let alone sign a contract. At best any attempt I make at selling myself now would be ignored.
"A lot of people don't check the network. Others will realise it's just one side of it." He pulls out his notebook and a pencil, twirling it in his fingers. "Some people would see what you did as a sign of devotion and want that aimed at them. My friend, John, I don't recommend him for you, by the way, but he follows people he likes. Just how he is. I only paused over that post because I know Alfred."
That simple. Most people simply wouldn't care that much.
That simple. Most people simply wouldn't care that much.
I guess I'll think about it. What would I even put on a post like that? I don't want to sound desperate.
[ Very important. Though she does like the idea of someone who would appreciate her devotion. She has so much to give if only she can find someone who can handle her. ]
[ Very important. Though she does like the idea of someone who would appreciate her devotion. She has so much to give if only she can find someone who can handle her. ]
"Hm." He taps the pencil on the notebook, looking off to the side. "What? Oh, yes, How about, you are a loyal, devoted young woman with military skills, but was denied friendship and relationships until coming here. You are looking for someone equally devoted, whom you can protect."
He can play with words, dress things up, polish them out. It's part of why he exists.
"Or whatever it is you want from a contract. I just want to be left alone and I get it."
He can play with words, dress things up, polish them out. It's part of why he exists.
"Or whatever it is you want from a contract. I just want to be left alone and I get it."
That doesn't sound so bad. For this one I want to make sure it will be someone who will pay attention to me. So I guess we're kind of the opposite.
[ She looks at the notebook wondering what he brought that along for. ]
[ She looks at the notebook wondering what he brought that along for. ]
The notebook goes most places with him. It helps him think. "So, you say that. You want someone who will want to spend time with you."
Exactly. Oh and I'll need them to be a compatible sexual partner too.
[ With all that she is much more confident to make a post now. ]
[ With all that she is much more confident to make a post now. ]
"Specify that. If you intend on them filling your quota, if you wish monogamy, all of that sort of thing. I specified that I had no desire for commitment nor intimacy with my contracted half. A purely platonic arrangement."
So you're really not interested at all?
[ It just seems so unusual in a place like this. But then so is the expectation of monogamy to her. ]
[ It just seems so unusual in a place like this. But then so is the expectation of monogamy to her. ]
"Not in her, no. I meet quota but I have limited interest in sex for its own sake." He shrugs a little.
"I really want to repay you for all your help somehow. But if you don't want that then I don't know..."
Maybe a little disappointed.
Maybe a little disappointed.
Oh. He's genuinely surprised. "No. No, you're not my type at all. Too young." Maybe not physically (debatable) but her mind and emotions are young and raw and that would be messy. "I did this because no one did it for me. Maybe, you'll end up less damaged this way. It's a selfish act."
[ So first, there's the card, signed inside with John's atrocious writing.
Then, waiting proudly on the kitchen table is a rather sizable, obnoxiously green gift basket. Huge green heart-shaped balloons bob from their strings, tied to the handle of the basket. Sparkly green ribbons and shiny green plastic wrapping encase the plethora of gifts inside, which, surprise surprise, are also all green.
There are silk ties in various shades; and some are actually extremely high class, chic and stylish, while some absolutely awful to behold. One of them might have an avocado on it. There's a variety of green candy; green jellybeans and green lollipops and green gummies. Green taffy, green chewing gum. There's seemingly random bits and bobs like green buttons, a few green fidget spinners, green sticky notes and green pens. And of course, a green glass apple paperweight.
But there are a few more significant gifts hidden in the chaos. A necklace he'd found. A mask. An innocent enough looking green and black umbrella with a surprisingly sharp tip and handle with a particularly curious shape. A switchblade. A set of 9 green smoke bombs.
And at the bottom of the basket, there's a picture frame (only you better believe those peace signs are questionmarks/Js) with the first photo John had ever taken of the two of them together.
These are all the items John intended to be in the gift basket. There are however, a few items that he (probably) never intended to be there, because Duplicity Fuckery (TM Duplicity). Obviously, you gotta have the green apple lube. And the green braided silk ropes. Those don't come without a green leather horse-crop, either. The green ball-gag was probably complementary. And no one was ordering the green nipple clamps so those were also freebies, most likely. ]
Then, waiting proudly on the kitchen table is a rather sizable, obnoxiously green gift basket. Huge green heart-shaped balloons bob from their strings, tied to the handle of the basket. Sparkly green ribbons and shiny green plastic wrapping encase the plethora of gifts inside, which, surprise surprise, are also all green.
There are silk ties in various shades; and some are actually extremely high class, chic and stylish, while some absolutely awful to behold. One of them might have an avocado on it. There's a variety of green candy; green jellybeans and green lollipops and green gummies. Green taffy, green chewing gum. There's seemingly random bits and bobs like green buttons, a few green fidget spinners, green sticky notes and green pens. And of course, a green glass apple paperweight.
But there are a few more significant gifts hidden in the chaos. A necklace he'd found. A mask. An innocent enough looking green and black umbrella with a surprisingly sharp tip and handle with a particularly curious shape. A switchblade. A set of 9 green smoke bombs.
And at the bottom of the basket, there's a picture frame (only you better believe those peace signs are questionmarks/Js) with the first photo John had ever taken of the two of them together.
These are all the items John intended to be in the gift basket. There are however, a few items that he (probably) never intended to be there, because Duplicity Fuckery (TM Duplicity). Obviously, you gotta have the green apple lube. And the green braided silk ropes. Those don't come without a green leather horse-crop, either. The green ball-gag was probably complementary. And no one was ordering the green nipple clamps so those were also freebies, most likely. ]
"I'll keep you updated."
Hopefully the situation won't continue to be broadcasted as publicly as it was this time.
Hopefully the situation won't continue to be broadcasted as publicly as it was this time.
"Do." He pushes himself upright, leaning on his cane. "And let anyone make you feel like less for being different from them. If they try to pull you down? Push them over."
Metaphorically.
Maybe.
Metaphorically.
Maybe.
Hey, buddy!
Haven't heard from you in a while! Thought I'd check in, see if you need someone to watch you while you sleep or something. You still seeing Oswald around? He got anything interesting to say? Hows the bed bug situation?
Anyway... just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about ya. Maybe we should do a picnic lunch on that roof I pushed you off of? Friend-date! What'd you think?
Haven't heard from you in a while! Thought I'd check in, see if you need someone to watch you while you sleep or something. You still seeing Oswald around? He got anything interesting to say? Hows the bed bug situation?
Anyway... just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about ya. Maybe we should do a picnic lunch on that roof I pushed you off of? Friend-date! What'd you think?
The phones are not secure. He's reading my texts and probably listening to my messages. You want to talk, come over. Do not break my window or I will break your hand.
[ okay, well someone needs their medication adjusted. Or, some kind of city shenanigans are happening. Or both. All is not well in Wonder Land. Maybe he ought to go over, being the ultra good buddy that he is.]
but sneaking through windows is so romantic in a casual-B&E sort of way. But fine, I can use the door. So boring.
Anything ya want me to bring? Snacks? Movies? Some kind of radical detox treatment? Soda pop?
but sneaking through windows is so romantic in a casual-B&E sort of way. But fine, I can use the door. So boring.
Anything ya want me to bring? Snacks? Movies? Some kind of radical detox treatment? Soda pop?
If you're going to be like that, you can save yourself the trouble. I'm not letting you see Ed and upset him like that.
If you want to see me, pick me up some copper wire, a pack of roofing nails and a car battery.
If you want to see me, pick me up some copper wire, a pack of roofing nails and a car battery.
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