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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!! |
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Count your blessings, lad. After a whole turn here, even the thought of that place starts looking pleasant.
[ A long year where she's seen people come and go, but been unable to leave, herself. Her ears droop, though she attempts to keep her demeanor civil. She knows how it feels to be confused and angry on arriving here— and it's not like she wouldn't help someone in need. She's her tribe's Matriarch after all, even if that means little here. ]
The next stop is the Park in the Up. Getting off there— you can come with, if you'd like. No point in sitting around here. It's only going to take you to the Down after and they'll tell you to move your arse off the train, anyroad.
[ She has a casual and common manner of speaking, bearing more of a style closer to how the Gridanians speak— the politeness clearly and obviously self-taught, but she's managed well enough over the years from her travels.
She smiles a bit, then. ]
Name's Megumi, Matriarch of the Utakata Tribe. Doesn't matter for shite here, though. What about you?
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[He was keen to let that topic drop, however, for multiple reasons. Not the least of which had been the obvious droop in her ears. It was fine. He had little interest in talking about Ishgard, nor indeed Eorzea, for the time being.]
I shall, then. There's no reason for me to head to the Down quite yet.
[Not until it was time to sleep again at least. Memories of the Brume flooded easily back into his mind there, and he needed... respite, for a time, from those thoughts.]
Fray, I've no title to give. But as you said, it isn't as if they're of any use nor importance here. I've only but newly arrived, but I'm sure that much is fairly obvious. I would say I'm interested in learning more of this place, but from what little I've seen so far, I find my curiosity quite lacking in that respect.
From where does the Utakata tribe hail, then?
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As he gives his name, she tilts her head, an ear flicking towards him curiously. Fray... huh. Well, she's heard stranger. She can't help but grin a bit, though. ]
Can't say there isn't much to see here. Nothing like the star we know, that's for certain.
[ She gestures towards the train they're on. ]
Like this. I've seen chained wagons, but nothing like this until I came here!
[ She's an enthusiastic sort, something that eventually shows itself with her. But she does brighten up when asked about her tribe! ]
Around Othard, actually. We're a Keeper of the Moon tribe! Only, we moved off of Eorzea a long time back. Well, my grandmother and her tribe did! Now we travel around. Have to keep to ourselves, though. Not a lot of miqo'te on that end- well, as much as you'd find in the Black Shroud, anyroad. But we've been exploring and adventuring together, a lot more! Well. At least we were...
[ She leans in a bit, trying to see if she can catch a scent off him- ]
Huh. What about you, Fray-with-no-title? What's Ishgard been doing to make you that sour about it? Besides the usual?
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[Ah, yes. The train. He looked to the windows, lightly tapping one armored knuckle against it.]
I've been upon wagons, chocobos, even an airship once, very long ago, but this is entirely alien to me as well. It almost seems Garlean, doesn't it? If perhaps a bit more charming in design.
[She definitely has a lot of energy, far more than Fray seemed to have. He listened as she spoke, thoughtful]
I've never been to Othard. A shame I couldn't find myself magically transported there, it would be far less confusing. The Black Shroud though... A fine place to travel through, despite the Ixal.
[He wouldn't move away, she was free to sniff all she liked. He'd smell of stone, steel, dirt, old blood-]
They killed me, there.
[Blunt. Heavy. No punches pulled nor warning given.]
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[ She can't help but smile wryly at his mention of this being almost Garlean, though. A hand brushing against the seat, she nods. ]
It does... doesn't it? Funny you should say that, actually.
[ Though, she does catch those scents- ( Was this man in a battlefield— ) She thinks, until he speaks and her ears lift in surprise. But, beyond that, aside from a brief flash of sympathy in her gaze, there isn't any shock. ]
So you're dead too. Have plenty of those around here, walking like the living.
[ And that would be why. She's not prying, not immediately, though. Her ears flick as she looks up, the announcement call signaling their destination is nearby. So, she re-adjusts her bag and motions to Fray as she stands. ]
Well, come along. Hope you've still an appetite! Been here long enough to own a few places, so you can come by anytime. Haven't seen many from our home here in a while, actually- beyond the ones that are here already.
[ She smiles then. ]
And don't be surprised, but there are three here claiming the title of Warrior of Light!
[ Though she does blink, realizing something... ]
Hold, you aren't one too, are you?
[ That would be a mess if it was, an iteration of Ishgard killing their own Warrior of Light... ]
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Still, the surprise was there, if mild, clear to see for a moment behind the helm before it dissipated.]
I wouldn't have expected that to be that common state of affairs for anyone. But I'm starting to get the impression that I'm going to be taken by surprise a lot here.
[Ah, but it's almost time to get off. He followed her lead, standing as the train came to a halt.]
I've not much by way of coin. If you intend on getting something to eat, I'd suggest somewhere cheap.
[He'd not tolerate eating on someone elses money, especially not in a place so new to him. There was a pause though, as she brought up not one, but three Warrior's of Light, the eerie stare locked on her.]
Three? ... Do you know what their profession might be?
[He'd only ever known one- Ah, but first,]
I'm not, no. As far removed from it as one might be able to get.
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[ And at his remark about coin, she waves her hand. ]
Don't worry about it. Have more coin here than I know what to do with. Suppose that's what happens when you've been stuck here as long as I have.
[ As the train comes to a stop, she motions to him to follow so they can get out. Once they do, though, she tilts her head, ear flicking in his direction. ]
Let's see... one's a Dark Knight, if I recall correctly. She's been here almost as long as I have. The other's a healer like me, and also a dancer- he's the sweetest thing. The third's a mage, a hyur. The first two are miqo'te.
[ With that said... ]
Good thing you're not the Warrior of Light, then. Imagine having a world where the Warrior of Light was killed before their time! At least the ones these ones came from seem to be doing decently from what they've said...
[
Shadowbringers would like to have a word with her but shh.As she glances up at Fray, she does ask curiously— ]Why the mask? Afraid of someone recognizing you?
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[The unspoken word here being 'much'. He was going to need someone to buy food, that was just the unfortunate truth, but he may as well keep his own personal tab low, if nothing else for the sake of his own sanity here.
He settled quickly, of course, upon the mention of another dark knight. Ah.
There. A miqo'te girl, was it? He'd inquire further, but she spoke again, and for the moment the topic was set aside.]
For now.
[The ominous tone was both highly warranted but also deeply unnecessary, and he knew it. There was no point in making the poor woman anxious in any capacity in regards to the Warrior of Light, but he couldn't quite keep his voice from darkening, then. Dim as the memories were, he couldn't quite shake the thought that affairs had gotten... quite dire. He tapped one armor clad finger against his temple lightly.]
Once, perhaps. Now it's simply done out of habit. Though, there's a certain sense of freedom, in anonymity, wouldn't you agree?
[He'd seen that mark upon him. No one needed to get a good look at it, as far as he was concerned.]
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[ She smiles, though his remark about the Warriors of Light makes her give him a side glance. ]
And you'd best not be among those giving the Warriors any trouble. They've been through enough shite here.
[ Her words are punctuated with a firm Look™ — she might be a tiny miqo'te but she's still a Matriarch! And she's in a position of enough authority to actually have her glares work. Usually.
Though at his words, she blinks, ears flicking up as she walks with him past the park in the Up— it's a pleasant looking place and rather large, at least— and she lifts an eyebrow before smiling wryly. ]
If your anonymity makes you happy, then keep at it, I suppose. I couldn't imagine not having people remember my cute face.
[ Confident, isn't she? She doesn't seem bothered about it for now— he did say he was dead before coming here. ]
Oh, there are others here too— from the world we know. In a way... another miqo'te scholar, and... a former Garlean Emperor, if you'd believe that. Among other things. Those two are the strangest of the lot, here.
[ Which brings her to... ]
What did you do back home then, Fray? Besides look intimidating?
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[It was a fine idea, in all honesty, he saw no reason to suggest anything else. The following comment only prompted an idle wave of his hand.]
No Warrior of Light has anything to fear from me, I can assure you. Allow me however to say that you can't necessarily trust them, perhaps any of them, when they look you in the eye and say that they're doing 'decently'. I'd suggest buying them all a drink.
[It was lovely up here, of course. Certainly so compared to the Down, though in spite of this he still quite suddenly found himself keen to see it again. The Brume had been his home for so long, perhaps something soft and clean and rich looking just wasn't ever going to settle into his tastes. She maintained his full attention, the surroundings mostly ignored for the moment.]
It certainly helps to have a cute face to show to begin with. I can understand why you'd rather be known.
[He let that compliment sit, moving easily along to the question.]
I was a dark knight, the same as the other here. ... I do believe I mentored here, if memory serves.
[As if it were years upon years ago, rather than... what, weeks, perhaps? He could no longer quite parse the time, in that respect.]
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[ Well, if Fray's figured that out, he was probably close enough to the Warrior he knew, right? She blinks, however, when he agrees with her self-praising compliment, her ears lifting in surprise. There's just the slightest hint of a fluster- she doesn't deny that her own appearance is pleasant on the eye, but having someone agree rather than tease her back in opposition isn't very common.
She quickly shakes her head, ears flicking when he mentions he may know the person she mentions and her expression brightens. ]
Hold, really? Then she'll be happy to see you!! We've not had many people we know arrive here at all. Well, the Warriors of Light have...
[ She only had her brother show up for the briefest of time before disappearing, and she doesn't really want to think of that right now. Not having seen anyone besides him and a friend in the year she's been here can lead to some loneliness-
On top of seeing anyone ever that arrives here from their worlds either being a Warrior of Light or being a close friend of theirs. But she's doing her best, at least, and can at least be proud of the fact that she's been doing her part in looking out for her friends.
She quickly smiles and points ahead. ]
That way's the café I inherited here. It can get rowdy after dark, so someone intimidating would be perfect! People come and go here without warning, so I'm looking for someone to fill in our previous guard's shoes.
[ She leans in, ears flicking in a friendly way as she looks him over. ]
Not against people flirting with you though, are you? You might get plenty of those. Some of the customers enjoy the edgy, brooding type.
[ And she might be teasing him herself. Sorry Fray. She's just seen so many like that. ]
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Considering what I know of my own Warrior, I'm sure almost anyone from Eorzea might just be someone they would know, at this point. They certainly get around.
[He'd cast a look sidelong at her as she trailed off however, watching as she quickly perked up again and pointed ahead]
Should I find myself stuck here, perhaps I'll volunteer my time then. It's not too far removed from what I'm used to. If nothing else, it does seem a bit more legal.
[But fuck him if everything wasn't godsdamned illegal in Ishgard.]
They're quite free to, I'm hardly against it. Though, I can't say it'll be a rewarding experience, unless they have a thing for masks and armor.
[It's teasing that he takes with casual, good humor, the eyes behind the helm openly softer than they were when the conversation first started, if nothing else.]
I hope you can forgive a bit of a commute up here. I'm afraid that where I'm currently located isn't very close.
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That, and speaking with someone from a world she recognizes is a little more comforting than a complete stranger. She's met with so many people from other worlds and attempted to understand them that there's a bit of comfort when it comes to someone from a world she actually knows.
Her ears flick with a smile, though. ]
That's a good attitude to have. You'll need it if you do end up staying here for a while... masks and armor or not.
[ She's pretty sure most people wouldn't care so long as they were interested in the person behind it
never mind that we found out how Fray looks under the helm with his shadow look gone—She certainly is, but at his words, she blinks and sighs. ]
So you're a Submissive. Well, that's not a problem- I'm a Dominant here. And I can afford to have more than one- if you don't find anyone else here to take you in, I can!
[ Her ears wiggle in a friendly way. ]
Don't worry, I never ask for anything aside from a helping hand with work! Most of my Submissives have had lovers of their own, too! Even had Lord Commander Aymeric here for a spell, and we got along really well! And I'd rather help people not have to struggle here if I can help them avoid it!
[ She knows how hard it is for Submissives in this place. ]
Something to think of if you do end up staying long, aye? By the way, what do you like eating, anyroad? I've added in some Eorzean meals on our café's menu, so you might have something you'll like!
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[He could look at it like that, he supposed. Even if he had been otherwise... occupied, back at home. He'd said he wanted to put his back to Ishgard though, hadn't he? Or had that been the Warrior's desire? ... Gods he couldn't tell anymore. Ugh, but he shakes his head at the word 'submissive'. No, she's identified him right, but-]
I hate that word. Thank you, but I'll see how far I can get on my own two feet.
[What, were there rules about that shit here? Well he never did well with those anyway, so business as usual. Though the comment about the Lord Commander managed to coax a soft, quiet, dry little laugh out of him.]
Don't tell me he was a submissive as well? I've naught against the man, [whatever negative opinions he'd carried in life had been eased after time with the Warrior in death] but it's still a pity I never got to see that.
I have almost no preferences in food, to be perfectly honest. Picky eaters adapt or starve in the Brume. Whatever you see fit to share, so shall I see fit to eat.