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TDM #11
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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 mild 62 degrees. |
 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. |
 Orientation this month is a little…different. The usual orientation center suffered extensive damage in last month’s massive ice storm, and repairs are underway. Unfortunately, they won’t be ready in time to accommodate the newest batch of arrivals, so instead the city has relocated their operations and sent a skeleton crew to help staff it. This month’s orientation takes place in a vintage event space in an old neighborhood in the Up, the Dashing Gardens Event Center and Conference Hall. The decor was fresh and new when the building was originally constructed, some Not only are the facilities dated, but the planning leaves something to be desired. There is a general sense of chaos and disorganization. None of the staff seem to know what’s going on or where to find things, and attendees will be frequently misdirected into the wrong room or session. Some sessions are cancelled without warning, or turn out completely and bizarrely different from how they were described. Additionally, the orientation center was using Cordispondence’s proprietary software for their planning and accidentally sent out strongly-worded, obligatory summons to citizens who shouldn’t be there. It’s very unclear who is actually supposed to be here and who was invited by mistake. Adding to the confusion is the fact that the building is a bit…strange. Hallways seem to warp locations, and doors lead to different places than expected. Attendees will find themselves alone in a room one moment and locked in with a stranger the next with no seeming way out. Citizens of Duplicity might realize it’s time to get creative ( and busy ) if they don’t want to starve. The staff are less than helpful, and all complaints will be met with a heartfelt apology and a voucher for a free hour in the ball pit, located in the great room. If one can find it. The orientation center staff managed to grab what they could from a storage closet before the center was closed for repairs, so the workshop rooms have a variety of items placed within them to help the newcomers get accustomed to their new roles. There are selections of bracelets and collars for doms and subs to try on, with native dom/sub pairs giving appropriate behavior demonstrations. Any LIErs willing to join in the display and practice on each other earn a gift certificate for one meal at one of any of the participating restaurants sponsoring the event. Other tables contain sex toys, lube, and various edible products to help anyone who partakes get in the mood. There is a book table full of inspiring reads and helpful diagrams, with a much too chipper attendee who is eager to help anyone within range find their perfect kink. If that’s not enough, try the punch. It’s sure to leave you feeling festive, Duplicity-style. |
 As the night melts into early morning, attendees will experience a physical crack and shift. For some, they’ll be brought to their knees or find themselves winded. Others will feel a tightness in their chest or the strange sensation of losing their breath. When it’s over, each person will now bear the physical characteristics of two other people: someone they care dearly for and someone that they do not. The combination of features or physical attributes will be unique; possibly the hair style and color of one but the eyes and nose of the other. What’s even more odd is that, now, desires belonging to the other people are transferred. Strong and overwhelming, satisfaction is a must. |
 Other games found during orientation: » Glory holes with tip buckets on the receiving side. Any kind of sex act will do, though the amount of beads someone gets for their time depends on how good they are, of course. » Public sex. Like a righteous frat party, enjoy the rain of beads that comes with a good performance... or at least an entertaining one. Strip teases are included in this, catch an eye or three and try your hand at sex appeal. » Contests of endurance. Try and outdo another, whether it's outlasting an orgasm or making the other come first, one-on-one or with pairs and more competing against others. The prize is always moderate, the largest sum given to winners and trickling down to the losers. Some even have honorable mentions if they’re generous. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from orientation sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and, eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? These bots may appear throughout the orientation, some of them having escaped the display. Staff are attempting to round them up. If you’re willing to help out and provide a distraction for the bot, you could earn a half hour with the VR or a voucher for the ball pit! |
 While not as prominent as the booths handing out sex toys, there are plenty of pop-up fortunetelling booths scattered throughout orientation. These impromptu oracles provide a variety of divinations, including but not limited to tarot readings, tea leaves, and even reading roses. Ask about love, life, death, health, wealth, or whether or not to upgrade your insurance policies. Whatever you ask, though, you’ll find something curious - it may not be literal, and it may not be in the manner expected, but all fortunes somehow come true within the day. |
 A couple days after orientation, the citizens of Duplicity are abuzz with the revamp of the virtual sensation: dualcam.com It's available for free and accessible through any device connected to the city's network. Once the page is visited, most will notice very familiar faces. Was that your roommate? Your best friend? Your Dominant or Submissive? What you're seeing are all the participants of the L.I.E.S. program engaged in live shows of varying content—some sexual, some not. But it is all meant to be erotic in some capacity. Lives streams can be interacted with, and the higher the tip, the more provocative the requests might become. Some might even indulge in personal shows. Whatever the content, the person on the screen is a perfect copy of the participant that's being portrayed but with one exception: their main negative trait of the individual is enhanced the longer the shows continue and their content of choice won't necessarily be a reflection of what they would actually indulge in. The L.I.E.S. staff will not be helpful in any capacity if contacted about the site. There is, however, a way to shut the feed down. Find the location where the live feed is taking place. This will not be an easy task as the background of each live show is decorated but a clever person could ask the right questions. Stop it. Let it continue. The decision is up to the participant. |
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: All left handed characters are Dominants and all right handed characters are Submissives. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
ren hana » boyfriend to death » submissive
This time, there's no such luxury. Instead, he's shuffled off to the bus stop, ears pressed low and tail hugged to himself as he waits on the bench for the bus to arrive. Around his neck, over the black line of a submissive, there's a clunky metal collar. Apparently they weren't able to remove it when he arrived, because the Submissive collar is kind of just...shoved on top of it.
His subsequent arrival to the hotel is uneventful, so...hello new roomie??? ]
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It might be a good idea to intervene, because the longer the Dominant spends tugging at Ren's ears, the more he looks like a cornered animal ready to strike with claws and teeth. ]
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Otherwise, he can be found watching the demonstrations while trying to look like he's not watching the demonstrations. ]
it does not count
[She sounds almost bored, though in reality, Pidge is doing her level best not to scream. Every month, she's looked for people she knows in the sea of new arrivals and every month, he's not there. Go figure, the one time she decides to ride the train is the one time he'll actually turn up.]
And you. Please refrain from manhandling my fox before you get bitten.
[She hates everything about this, but at the same time, she can't really go around making waves and pissing people off while she has someone else's wellbeing to consider. If something happened to Hunk because of something she did, it would not end well for anyone involved.]
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Still, for a moment, Ren's defensive posture doesn't ease, though he begins to try and smooth down the ruffled fur of his ears. He still has the clunky metal collar on.
Where the Ren that Pidge had known always looked confident, had carried himself with the air of someone who no longer let themselves be pushed around, this Ren...didn't. If anything, he looked like a mean look might send him running. He's clearly nervous. ]
Um. Thanks... No one really listens to me here.
[ Hence the potential for biting instead of, say, asking the man to stop or calling for help. ]
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It's only after he's run off that she's able to get a good look at him. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happened. They'd pulled Lance and Shiro back from different points in their lives, with no memories of this place. Why wouldn't they do it to Ren?]
That's because of the mark they gave you.
[And possibly the collar and his general attitude, but she's not going to call attention to that part. She's also making a point to hang back a little, because as much as she trusted him not to hurt her before, there's no telling what he might do now. Particularly after being cornered like that.]
Are you okay?
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[ He seems t b relaxing, at least, now that the threat has passed. Still, he seems nervously wary. ]
I'm used to it, actually. Um...I'm Ren, by the way.
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[It's on the tip of her tongue to respond with an 'I know', and in fact, she has to stop herself from doing so.]
I'm sorry. Nobody should have to be used to that. [Nobody should have to go through half of what he's had to go through, either.]
It's nice to meet you. I'm Pidge.
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[ It's not like he could stop her if she chose, but... Well, she hadn't wandered off the second things cooled down. There's a seat free next to him and he scoots over more to make sure his tail is out of the way. ]
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[Truthfully, she wasn't fully decided on not fleeing until he'd spoken up. It's probably ridiculous, but there it is. Instead, she slides into the vacant seat before she can change her mind.]
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It was part of the reason he'd tried to stay out of sight on the train, to deal with the smallest amount of people.
So he finds himself not really sure what to say. ]
...How long have you been here? In Duplicity.
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The question makes her frown, not because it's particularly difficult to answer so much as the fact that she's been here so long.]
I was here for six months before, with a mark like yours. And I've been here for almost six months this time. I wish I could tell you that it gets better for people with the mark, but that would be lying. The truth is... the people in charge don't care about any of us, and they've made things intentionally miserable for the people in the Down so they'll be more motivated to find a contract sooner.
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[Aside from the ridiculous line they're trying to feed everyone, that is. She doesn't seem terribly bothered by the closeness, though whether that has more to do with him or the fact that she's less touchy about personal space remains to be seen.] I've heard of some other people switching designations as well. I know someone who wished for it this last Christmas.
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[ Ren slumps a little in defeat. He's only been here for a few hours and being a Sub sucks. He's used to the treatment, but...
Idly Ren fiddles with the shock collar. It's uncomfortable, with the normal collar shoved above it. ]
You're lucky.
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[She's not trying to be negative, but at the same time she doesn't want to get his hopes up. It's harder to balance than she might've guessed. There's nothing she can do about his status, unfortunately.
... But she might be able to help him after all.]
How so? [Lucky is probably the last thing she'd consider herself right now.] Does that come off?
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[ But as she asks about the collar, Ren's face drains of color. The small bit he's allowed himself out of his shell retreats, and all at once he seems even smaller than he is. ]
No. It...No.
[ Even if Ren could get it off without being electrocuted...If Strade was here too...he'd be in so much trouble. ]
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[Instead, she's expected to be responsible for someone else on top of following the LIEs staff's arbitrary rules. It's not something she'd call lucky so much as less unfortunate.]
Would you rather be in charge?
[There's no need to ask, really. Pidge remembers how much he'd seemed to love the role he'd ended up with the last time he was here.
It's the response to what should've been a simple question that gets her, though, and Pidge frowns.]
Because you don't know how, or because you don't want it off?
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[ Despite himself and the timidity, the scoff escapes Ren before he can stop it. The collar is clearly heavy and cumbersome, the skin beneath red and other mottled colors. ]
I can't.
[ Ren couldn't seem nonchalant if he tries. He squirms uncomfortably, the subject plainly giving him tremendous anxiety. It had taken Ren months before he'd trusted Pidge enough his story about Strade. He definitely isn't doing that now. But he remains rooted to the spot despite the urge to flee, an ingrained compliance trained into him that he despises. ] I-it's not allowed so I can't.
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[Looking at it, she's pretty sure she can manage to dismantle the thing without any consequences. But she's not going to do a thing unless he admits that's what he wants. It's clearly not doing him any favors, but it has to be his decision.]
You'd have to be, if you'd ended up here without a mark.
['Like before', she adds silently. It's weird seeing him like this after knowing him before, but that kind of thinking isn't going to help anything.]
But you're right. It's not allowed now.
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But... ]
...Would you have to take it apart completely?
[ If he could keep it, and then...maybe put it back on if he found Strade...? ]
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[And she figures it's safe to assume there's a reason he's asking specifically.]
I could. If you wanted.
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[ The logical part of Ren knows that this could be his chance to be free. But the part of him that fears Strade, fears the man's wrath when he finds Ren missing and collarless, is louder. ]
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[What he needs to do is throw the stupid thing away and forget about it. But she knows better than to expect something like that to happen. It'd taken him several months to even mention much about his life before the city, and that was before. Something tells her that this Ren is somehow in a worse place than the one she'd met.]
Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll turn out that nobody else you know is here.
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But that way lies a lot of stuff he can't bear to get into right now. For now, he still had the issue of the collar at hand. ]
What do you want, to take it off? I don't have any money or anything.
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[There's still a lot about that entire situation that she doesn't understand and, of course she's curious, but there had never really been a good time to ask him about it before. Asking him now when he's obviously not the same person she knew is probably also going to end badly.]
I didn't offer because I wanted something.
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This is his chance to be free. He knows that. Strade's name wasn't in any directory he could find. By all accounts, Ren was alone here. He could tell someone, live freely, away from the fear curdling in his belly.
But what about after? Clearly people didn't stay here forever, if they went back to their worlds. What if he was honest here, lived like he didn't need to be terrified and then ended right back up where he started? ]
Not here.
[ Is what he finally manages. This entire situation is strange, and he doesn't know what to do. But Pidge is the first person who hasn't treated him badly since he got here. And she was a Dominant... Would he ever get another chance for someone showing even a little bt of concern for him like this? Probably not. ]
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