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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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It hadn't escaped him, of course, the nonsensical nature of this building. This hallway seemed just as much of a mess as any of the others he'd stormed through, and while Emet was content to count doors, Fray, on the other hand, saw more fit to just start trying them.
No he's not going inside, he's learned his lesson, but considering the convoluted and confusing state of this damned building, any door seemed just as likely to house an exit as the rest of them.
"Forgive my attempt at conversation." No. No, find something else to direct that temper at.
"How many more here hail then from Eorzea? Or are we not in a sharing mood, tonight?"
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Since they're trying doors again, he pauses by one to open it-- aaaand shuts it very quickly. Not quickly enough to stop the wanton moan that escapes from inside.
Ahem. Moving on from that one...
"Besides yourself, there are three Warriors of Light and two other miqo'te. One is a matriarch for a Keeper tribe; the other is a tia from a Seeker tribe." A gesture towards himself and a slight bow towards the knight. "And then there is my good self, of course."
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"... There are three of them...?" Yes. Yes he... knew of the Warrior of Light, yes. Quite intimately so, in a sense. But he'd only ever known of the one- He shook his head sharply.
"And you would be?"
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"I am Solus zos Galvus. If you are familiar with Garleans, perhaps you have heard of me?" He injects a bit of amusement into his tone, a smile, before he turns aside to peek behind another door.
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Thank goodness he had something else to focus on. "... I'd heard he died." The words were careless, the tone less so. Openly probing, really. "You're looking sprightly, for an eighty eight year old man. Is this another topic you'd rather dance around?"
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Being facetious is a nice distraction. He needs a reason to laugh right now.
"The Warriors are a black mage, a healer, and a dark knight. The latter must be of great interest to you, yes? Fellow knights and all that."
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... Doesn't stop some curiosity, but... Well. His company has made it pretty clear so far that he's not one for sharing.
"You could have just said 'yes'." The banter was engaging though, he was enjoying that, if nothing else. Another peek in another door, apparently nothing in there either judging by the quick snap of it shutting again.
"... Yes. I am. Do you know their name? What they look like?" His tone had become vaguely distant as he asked, the helm obscuring precisely what emotion happened to be rolling about in his head.
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"Irhya Pendhula. Even if you do not know her I'm sure you will have some stories to share."
The next door he opens leads to another corridor. While it's not what he, specifically, is looking for, it feels like progress. He steps aside and gestures for the other man to go ahead of him while he holds the door open.
"As for what she looks like: pale blue hair, like those-- hmm, what were they called? Periwinkles. Matching eyes. Oh, and another one of the miqo'te race. As if there weren't enough here already," he says, rolling his eyes in clear, exaggerated humour.
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"Yes... Yes I certainly do." He could fill in the rest from there, his minds eye reconstructing her face even as Emet described it. Uncomfortable, confusing, and he was getting a headache.
She'd have to be found then, there was nothing else for it. He latched on to that last comment with a dry, short, soft laugh.
"Are we not much of a cat person?" He paused before entering that door, casting a look back at Emet for a moment. Well... Made sense, that the more heavily armored of the two should be first in. A second passed before he actually stepped inside, mindful of any inconsistencies within the room itself.
"If you'll not answer much more of yourself, perhaps you'll feel like sharing stories about this place then. ... Clearly, not this building. I feel as if we're both equally ignorant on that front."
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A moment after Emet-Selch follows the knight through, the door swings closed and clicks shut. He shoots the thing a sour look but heaves a resigned sigh. It's not the first door to do this to him.
"Ahh, where to begin?" Another exhale, this time one more theatrical in nature as he strides forward. "Outside of this confounded building there is a city - Duplicity - segregated into two parts known as the 'Up' and the 'Down'. Its people are likewise denoted as either 'Dominant' or 'Submissive'. Dominants reside in the Up; Submissives in the Down; unless the latter have formed a contract with the former and are permitted to live with their partner.
"Of late, Dominants have been required to wear bracelets." He holds up his right hand and shows off the bracelet, inset with a purple crystal similar to that of his sorceror's staff. "Submissives, however, must wear a collar. Those who enforce the laws here won't take kindly to you attempting to evade this rule, by the way."
He tosses them a pointed look, eyeing their full-face helm.
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"Having visited both, I could easily aliken it all to the Brume and the Pillars. I'd rather hoped that, waking up in a different world, mayhaps the situation might too be different.
Instead it just became more swivving complicated." Oh good, nothing he loved more than the idea of being a live in servant, he's just so excited.
He shifted his gaze to the bracelet, then back to Emet as the man called out his attire. The shrug couldn't have been more dismissive.
"If I wear the jewelry, then I wear the jewelry. Can't very well wear it over my armor, now can I?" Pointedly refusing to mention which type of jewelry it happened to be, of course. "Try to contain your shock when I say this, but I've never done very well with authority and unnecessary, pointless rules."
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He bursts into laughter a few moments later, ruining the act. If nothing else, there seems little doubt that he IS Solus given his love of theatre. "But yes, just so. From what I hear of your theocracy, 'tis segregated similarly. Inequality has ever been the best way to divide a nation."
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It wasn't a judging question, not really. A genuine one in all honesty, no like he had any real stake in this place as a whole after all. Not his world, not his city, not his problem. Regardless, the reply he'd gotten before still managed to coax a dry chuckle out of him as he went back towards that shut door to try the knob, making sure to eye up the surrounding room for any other possible ways out. Not going to be caught flat footed this time, no sir.
"And how well they've divided it. Keeps everyone nice and scared and ignorant, willing to stab their neighbors and turn in their kin whilst keeping them all blind to the actual problem.
I can't say it isn't genius, even if it is foul."
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That said, in keeping with his part as the emperor of Garlemald...
"Well, as the ruler of one such nation founded upon that principle of inequality, what would you say is the 'real problem'?" he asks affably.
Peering through another door, he finds that there's a class, of sorts, in session. If it can be called a class. The 'teacher' doesn't even seem sure of their subject and is being bombarded with complaints from those present.
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He'd leave off the door he was trying for now to move closer to the one Emet had found, if nothing else to get a quick look at whatever might be going on in there, since the door wouldn't budge for him.
"Ishgard is built upon the backs of the downtrodden, it's foundation made and maintained by the Lowborn, and that foundation has long been crumbling. How much longer can the threat of dragons and heretics keep the common folk distracted and scared? The people of the Brume are angry, and their ire and anguish is like so much dry tinder. All it takes is one errant, unexpected spark, and that underlying rage will be whipped up into an inferno.
And all attempts to snuff the insurrection will only stoke the flames, until nothing more is left of 'Proud' Ishgard.
The problem is the denial that there is a problem at all, nothing can be done if no one will address it."
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He shrugs and pulls back, allowing the knight to observe the occupied room. "Well, elezen have ever been arrogant and short-sighted fools."