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duplicitymods) wrote2019-08-20 11:59 am
duplicitymods) wrote2019-08-20 11:59 am
INSINCERITY
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 After an incident in the new arrival processing center in the Down, the room with the doors was damaged. The repeated opening and closing of these doors produced a build up of energy that had nowhere to go. When it was released it was loud. The reverberations shook all of Duplicity and resulted in a new door. The third door, nondescript and heavy, is marked with a permanent inscription that does not change. The insincerity of man. All men are liars, partial or hiders of facts, half tellers of truths, shirks, moral sneaks. When a merely honest man appears he is a comet. His fame is eternal. It needs no genius, no talent. It's mere honesty. This new door and what lay behind it is a mystery to the LIEs corporation and staff. Typically they would close it off for investigation but there's something getting in the way of that. A clause. In the employment contracts signed by the LIEs staff is a clause that states that if any door is damaged that they aren't allowed to intervene. This, in the fine print, stipulates that participants in the program are allowed to go in and out as they choose. Per the creator. The clause is ironclad and not fought by anyone in LIEs. So, with no one to impede the curious. The door to Insincerity is open permanently. Fast Facts: Temperature: Average Weather: Average Simply put, everything in Insincerity feels average. Just eh. Okay. |
 All visitors who step through the door and into the city will have black ink numbers marking a countdown on the back of their hand. Four hours per stay. If a character overstays, either intentionally or accidentally, the timer will flash and attract the attention of anyone nearby. NPCs will ask them to go back to the door or escort them there. Characters that refuse to go will pass out and wake up in the room with the doors if they stay longer than twenty minutes over the four hour mark - it takes twenty minutes from anywhere in Insincerity to reach the door. The borders of Insincerity are blurred out as if a moving, foggy force-field surrounds the area; not quite a dome and closed off by swirling lines. If touched, discoloration will begin at the fingertips and travel upwards until the contact stops ( it will fade within a few hours ). Passing through is impossible. The city is inhabited and explorable but prolonged stay is prohibited for Duplicity residents. The general inhabitants of the city suffer from either the complete absence or the highest level of pigment in their skin and hair. They are not aggressive to visitors but are startled by their arrival. They'll help those that need it and allow visitors to explore with only a few who stare or follow curiously. But a word of warning from the LIEs staff to those who visit: as Duplicity is often very duplicitous, Insincerity might be insincere. Take caution. There is no government or authority in Insincerity. Each building and business is owned and operated under its own self-generated rules and regulations. For those observant few, it'd be easy to see how relationships between the owners might be tense. It's clear that Insincerity was built around a focal point. All buildings and properties spiral out and around its center. There's everything you can think of in the average city. The door, set in the middle is arranged out in the open of a small park; a few benches, faded grass. Unused but important once. The streets follow the same circular motion and end when they hit the border of the city. The sky is blurred out in the same way the outer edges of Insincerity are. It's a strange arrangement but one that has been this way for a long time. Around and around and around you go, but when to stop, only you know. |
 At this institution of higher learning and education, students obtain degrees in various academic disciplines. This school is average, as per Insincerity's vibe, except in that each class is taught by a holographic professor whose avatar is chosen by the students. Class size is two to three maximum. This is to encourage good relationships and a better standard of learning. As there is no other school system in Insincerity, students of all ages attend classes here. Provided free of charge by anonymous donors and lovers of intellect, a student can study anything from the intricacies of modern medicine to book-binding. Every few months new and unique courses are offered. Check the list below: AP Modern Sexuality ( The study of sexuality. ) Surviving The Coming Apocalypse ( Weapon building, fire starting, water filtration, etc. ) The Art of Walking ( The right way to Gait. ) Things That Go Bump In The Night ( A study of monsters and monster hunting lessons. ) Cyborg Anthropology ( The ins and outs of robots. ) The Joy Of Garbage ( Discussion of rubbish. It's all trash here. ) History of Arousal ( When, where, why, and how. ) The Phallus ( The ups and downs of the penis and micropenis. ) |
 Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown, Only a little greening where the rain drips down; Nobody at the window, nobody at the door, Only a little hollow which a foot once wore; But still I tread on tiptoe, still tiptoe on I go, Past nettles, porch, and weedy well, for oh, I know A friendless face is peering, and a still clear eye Peeps closely through the casement as my step goes by. The Hollow House is owned and run by a young pair of brothers. Similar to an old-fashioned bed and breakfast, each room bears the title of a color. The Blue Room. The Purple Room and so on. Each room influences its patron in the western meaning and interpretation associated with its color label. Guests will be swayed to feel differently depending on where they stay. New visitors to Insincerity can stay here over night, regardless of their time stamps, as long as they agree to be escorted back to the door in the morning. |
 The entrance to this building is reminiscent of a chain grocery store. The doors slide open when movement is detected and swish shut softly. The scent of fresh produce and fried chicken lingers in the aisles, but, and this is most important, the aisles are not lined with perishables. Each aisle is marked with a title similar to: flying, telekinesis, invisibility, speed, strength, ocular lasers, etc. On each shelf are brightly labeled boxes and inside is a large syringe filled with colorful fluid. The purchaser, for prices mirroring standard food items, can buy a daily dose of something super. The upgrades last for a day and can be bought in bulk. Please heed the labels. Some may come with side effects. There is a section at the back of the supermarket for mature and sex-related upgrades. |
 The temple, located on the third wheel of Insincerity, no longer has any proprietor to keep it maintained. The once beautiful black and white stained glass windows are shattered but still tell the tale of what kind of religion was worshiped here. Fragments of hooded figures, nooses, crossbows, and scenes of violence can be pieced together. Carved stone twists above a stained altar and the remnants of thousands of candles litter the floors. It is a space open to the public, as noted on the sign at the door. In small print on the bottom, the contact information is there for anyone who is looking to take over the establishment. |
 Names can be deceiving. If one is looking for a nice massage, they've come to the wrong place. The Massage Parlor is an establishment geared towards finely dressed individuals who seek an ear for gossip and a nice cup of tea. Casual clothes are not permitted and only those who have an air of nobility are allowed to enter, free of charge. Small tables are arranged for two to three guests to converse and gossip is the main course. If there's something you want the city to know, tell it here. If there's something you want to know, take a seat. Enjoy a hot cup of oolong with a fellow new visitor while listening to the couple two feet away loudly discuss the unwelcome presence of sharp-teethed rats in the sewers. |
 Is there something broken inside of you? A memory you can't quite remember? Something you'd rather forget? Are you depressed, sad, lonely, or possibly too perky and complete? Is there an unsightly scar on your chin or is your nose too curved at the tip? Brunette, but want to be blond? Go up or down a size or two ( cup, pants, shoe )? All of that and more can happen at the Repair Shop. There's nothing that's broken that can't be fixed. And there's nothing that's fixed that can't be broken. Patrons pay in promises. The promise to paint the walls outside the shop or sweep the sidewalk. Maybe a promise to kiss a pretty boy or girl. Promises, as long as fulfilled, can be anything. Appointments and walk-ins are welcome! |
 The camp grounds here are located at the edge of the city and are open to residents for free. Visitors can donate a few dollars towards maintenance to get in. There are RVs, tents, and other temporary housing arrangements available for no charge. The small lake for fishing and swimming is well taken care of. There's a camp store and a large camp swimming pool. There's even a spot for the people who want to go Glamping. This camp has an area chained off at the back half of the grounds with a sign that states it's only available for use between midnight and three am. If any curious campers decide to go during that time they'll be met with... organized adult social events. Guests are paired up and sent on nighttime hunts to complete certain sexual activities in the dark woods. Pool sex? Yes. Lake sex? Of course. Up against a tree sex? Obviously. |
 Every reputable town needs a fine dining establishment. From ten am to six pm every guest can fill up on the most delicious and sumptuous appetizers, entrees, and desserts. The restaurant closes from six to eight pm to reset for the night crowd. Content Warnings: sex, foodplay, cannibalism After the Eatery opens back up at eight, the clientele will be distinctly different. As will the meals. There will be intimate rooms for couples and parties where food can be eaten off one another, eaten off a willing waiter or waitress, and in a few rooms delicacies of a... unique variety can be sampled. All food was legally sourced and consentally given. Enjoy. |
 Down a back alleyway lit by neon lights, one may stumble upon Bare Threads. This laundromat is a novelty in Insincerity, popularized by word of mouth. Toss dirty clothes in the machine, select a wash cycle, and you'll be presented with an entirely different set of garments when the cycle is finished. These garments may be an upgrade or downgrade from what you put in initially, and may be more modest or revealing in fashion. Some cycles will change the color or size of the garments without changing the originals, so choose wisely! There is a limit of three cycles per customer per day. |
 This hole in the wall establishment seems to cater to audiophiles of a particularly obscure nature. The front room offers a selection of music across multiple mediums, though none of the titles are in any way familiar. Strangely enough, none of it is for sale, but there are booths in the back which can be rented by the hour for those who wish to listen. Each of the songs will allow the listener to relive a specific memory. These memories can be shared with a fellow listener should one desire. Take care not to fall too deeply into nostalgia, however. Occasional use of the Listening Room's services will have no adverse effect, but those who listen often may develop memory distortions, trouble with short term memory, and fading of older memories (thus feeding the addiction, as the only way to experience them again is to listen). Symptoms will only abate with time spent away. |
 Seemingly modest out front, this public bathhouse sports a marble interior and various luxury baths for patrons to indulge in. With no separation of gender or designation, it's a free for all as to who is allowed in each bath. There are baths varying in temperature (from cold to hot and in between), as well as saltwater and other additives, and an accompanying sauna and steam room. Bathers are expected to wash themselves before entering any of the baths and can either do so alone or with help from another. For those who want the ultimate bathing experience, there are exceptionally buff and burly staff of all genders who are more than happy to scrub patrons raw and red to leave them squeaky clean. Don't mind the finishing slap to your behind when they're done with you. Certain baths have particular etiquette attached to them that inexperienced bathers may not be aware of, including some where anything goes and merely entering the bath makes one fair game. |