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TDM #12
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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 windy 69 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. CAUTION On the second day that new arrivals have been in the city, the train will derail due to a malfunction in the computer systems. Anyone on board at the time, Noon, could be injured, stuck, or killed. Emergency services will light up asking for immediate assistance. |
 Two of Duplicity’s largest film production companies are out to recruit new, exciting talent. With the warring success of Subliminal, Sublingual, Sublime and You Scratch My Back, I Claw Yours, they have the influence and the funds to go big. They have reached out to the LIEs program for help with the idea that inclusion in local culture will make incoming LIErs more compliant, not to mention bring fresh blood into the industry. Orientation is just a little different this month. Welcome to the casting couch, LIErs and those unlucky graduates of the program mistakenly sent notice of mandatory attendance, or else… Not everyone has what it takes to be a star. Both Domination Station Films and Studio Hott are in need of plenty of extras to fill in the background of their newest productions. After an initial sorting in the lobby of the newly refurbished Orientation center, some newcomers, LIErs, and graduates are hustled into a quick and dirty costume fitting. The costumes aren’t as nice or detailed as those for potential stars and may be safety pinned in awkward places. Makeup is cheap and sometimes gaudy. It gets the job done. You may not have a speaking role. It doesn’t mean you’re any less important, so get comfy on the furniture or in the pool and get busy promoting the Dominant/submissive culture that drives Duplicity’s society. Unsure of how to act? Better listen closely to the director. There are shock collars and bracelets to “encourage” the unwilling, and the camera will keep rolling until the scene is right. Scenes may be sexually explicit or merely instructive, such as proper seating and kneeling, feeding and serving of Dominants, and keeping a respectful distance in walking. Extras fill any and all roles required by the director for that realistic setting feel. If you are a Dominant extra, be sure to claim elevated seating and show a firm hand toward any submissives cast as your partner. If you’re submissive, it’s the ground or floor for you, depending on where the scene is set. Be attentive to your Dominant’s needs. It’s OK to talk, as long as you keep it down. Anything you say will be taken out in post. Craft services has just what it takes to set the mood. Stop by for a drink or snack. Soon enough those pesky inhibitions will be a thing of the past. (Some, but not all, of the food and drink contains mid to high level aphro effects. The film companies are taking no chances. The scene doesn’t call for intimacy? Good luck keeping your hands to yourself. You may be in for a shocking experience. Repeatedly.) |
 You’ve caught the eye of the studio. You’re ushered into a small room to wait your turn. Whether you’re new to the city or not, you find yourself paired with someone for a screen test. Do they want you for Hungry Hearts or It’s in the Pizza? Read your lines convincingly, make some chemistry with your partner, and you could see your name and other things in lights very soon. Don’t worry if the dialog is cheesy. It’s part of the charm. Having trouble getting into your part? There are costumes hanging on a rack. Try one on. You may find the experience transformative, as though you were made for your role, or it was made for you… (Costumes may or may not affect the personality of the wearer. Those that do will make it much easier to get into character and greatly lower inhibitions when it comes to the more demanding scenes.) Be aware that any sexually explicit scenes will only be filmed between a Dom and a sub, or a Dom and multiple subs. If you are a Dom cast in the scene with another Dom, it will be gen only. (We’re assuming you’ve seen a porn or two, or at least a parody. Go crazy on the cheesy dialog and stupid set-ups. It’s just pretend, right?) |
 Some people just aren’t meant for film. If you don’t catch the eye of any of the studio reps, you are recruited to work on set building and painting, helping dress extras or potential stars, or providing that extra stimulation to keep them going between scenes. Individuals who complain too much about the circumstance may find themselves assigned to the more unfortunate jobs. Somebody needs to clean up those sets after they’re finished. (Just put your role in your top level if there’s something specific you have in mind you’d like to play out, like “set building” or “fluffer.” We won’t judge.) |
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: There's a table with items on it. Your character selects one. If they chose the jar of pickles or ballpoint pen they are a Submissive and if they chose a clothespin or mini baguette they are a Dominant. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Charlotte Wells - Harlots - Submissive
[Waking up somewhere strange is not completely unusual for Charlotte. Being made to strip - again, not completely out of her comfort zone. But public transport? Charlotte tries her best to look unconcerned, but the flicker in her eyes as the train moves away from the station might belay her fear. She sits down, clutching her seat beneath her voluptuous skirts.
Trying to look relaxed, with a grin on her face, she turns to the nearest person]
I should wonder if all rides are as fast here? I am more accustomed to 'em slower and steady.
Ask the Road
[Charlotte has no idea what a film is, but she's grasped that she's being expected to perform in some sort of tableau. She'd taken part of them in Golden Square. She'd reclined as Diana bathing. She'd been a nymph and any other Greek goddess that had gone right over her head. But always central. She was the star attraction every time. Now though, she'd been urged into the background of a set that looks like a kitchen, wearing little more than her stays and stockings.]
A kitchen maid then? [She snorts a laugh] What is it to be then? A hot house banana or plums, smooth and firm?
Some might End
[It's a cheesy script, and Charlotte can't hide her smirk completely as she reads over the lines she's expected to say. Still, she turns to her partner, and ever the professional, she makes her face straight as she asks]
So, it is a music lesson I am after. The flute or the the lute, I do not mind. What shall we practice?
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[I'm open to anything. PM here if you want to discuss or just go for it!]
Ask The Road. He hangs out with courtesans in his canon, so... gay BFF time?
He's placed directly beside a "maid" character, and then ignored for the most part. When she sends him a snarky comment, he can't help the little smirk that forms on his lips, and he replies back in hushed tones.]
I believe we will be witnessing that and more, ere long. Melons and peaches and bananas and plums... a veritable cornucopia of succulent fruits of Eden. [He motions with his head to one particular couple in the midst of it all, a man being slowly undressed by his partner in elegant dinner finery.] At least some of them seem moderately appetizing.
Perfect!! I love it
And I suppose we shall be sampling them, Sir.
[She follows Leonardo's gesture with her eyes, and her mouth twitches in amusement. The submissive partner is handsome]
It is a fine display, Sir, of his wares. I wonder if his partner is a discerning customer, or is simply hungry for their prize? [She snorts] He is certainly ripe for the taking.
[Charlotte reaches across to take one of Leonardo's flutes] Here is to Eden then, Sir.
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[And if Charlotte was paying attention, she'd notice that he has been keeping a watchful eye on the director and camera man, in between discreet glances at the other performers.]
Ripe for the taking, indeed! I find many of the locals are rather indiscriminate in their tastes. Those of us who have been brought here... well, we are a diverse lot, with similarly diverse tastes and appetites. I find myself tempted with the lushness of Adam over the fruits of Eve.
[He decides after watching Charlotte take a glass that he'll take one too, with his free hand, still holding the tray steady.] To Eden, and all its earthly delights. [And he raises his champagne in a toast before taking a large drink.]
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Privacy is a luxury of the rich, Sir. [Charlotte raises her glass and sips] Or them that can perform well enough to warrant it. [It's not often that Charlotte finds herself pushed into an alley like the common girls around Covent Gardens, and she has no intention of starting it now.]
So, you're a Molly, Sir? [She doesn't mean offence. People in London don't admit it so openly.] A sinner in the Garden of Eden? I wonder your snake has not come out to play there then.
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The rich? [He lets out a small chuckle.] The careful. I am far more used to hiding my dalliances behind closed doors than even the most chaste of Eve's daughters.
[At first he doesn't quite understand what she means, but from context clues he seems to catch on to the term's meaning.] I thought us all sinners in the Garden of Eden, but perhaps I have sinned deeper than others. At home in my time, The Church frowns upon my proclivities, but here in Duplicity it is as accepted as man and woman. Or woman and woman. Or androgyne and... well, you can fill in the rest.
[His cheeks darken a little at Charlotte's teasing, and he takes a moment to take another sip of his champagne before answering.] My "snake" will stay perfectly still upon its bough - I have no intention of letting it slither from its perch while being filmed for all the world to see.
[It's kind of a shame, too, because he's a few inches over six feet tall, and his cock matches proportionally. At least from what Charlotte can gather from looking.]
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She laughs.]
I am sure you appear the total nun, Sir. Though it is a shame that your snake is shy. I am not so sure though. Look how he stirs to be released from his sheath?
[She enjoys teasing, enjoys the blush that colours Da Vinci's cheeks. It makes her chuckle the more - enough that the director glances their way and the pair are told to hush. Charlotte tries to control her giggles, stifling herself by finishing the champagne in the flute, but it doesn't shut her up for long.]
So here you may lay with whoever you please, without fear of consequence?
[Not that it had really mattered in London either. Men married women, but alone... they had been known to dally. It was 'artistic' if you asked them. It was complete nonsense as far as Charlotte was concerned. But who was she to speak? Isabella had sworn her to secrecy, and her family had chuckled, made her deny -
deny whatever it had been. Still, his news is welcome indeed, though she does her best to look disinterested in it.]
Suppression of Glee
the woman's outfit doesn't raise an eyebrow, she's seen all kinds on this train. but the words catch her attention, as does the hint of fear in the other woman's eyes. so she tries to look reassuring]
Yeah, they are. I'm sorry. But you get used to them quickly, I promise.
Re: Suppression of Glee
Fast and hard then? At least they're over quickly.
[She raises an eyebrow, amused at herself. With a laugh, she says,] So you're stuck here too? One of the natives, or shipped in?
Re: Suppression of Glee
that one, she does get and an eyebrow quirks slightly as well] Yeah, this place is more about the instant gratification of a quick trip than slowing down and taking its time. [and she nods] Shipped in for longer than I care to think about. I've got to be getting close to my full year. But you, you're new, aren't you?
Re: Suppression of Glee
[Charlotte's expression becomes rueful as she stares out of the window.] A year is a long time. [Long enough for London aristocracy to forget her name? As much as she revels in the thrill of the trouble, after everything that she has been involved in lately, perhaps an enforced separation would be better? She stares out of the window for a moment, gathering her thoughts, her memories and banishing them to the back of her mind. Her mask of indifference slips neatly back into place and she grins back at Tinya. ]
Instant gratification, huh? Well, there is no finesse to it but at least it is easy.
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[equal parts rueful and resigned] Yeah, it really is. [hold onto that mask of indifference, she'll need it
wryly] It has no finesse, no talent, and no consideration for others. But some of the people are worth it.
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I don't think I've met many above who have consideration for likes of us. Or at least, they are considerate whilst we are useful. Just mind your way. If this place is like London, there shall be traps everywhere for the likes of us to fall into.
(cw: underage referenced)
Some people will. Others like to lord it over submissives, but those are mostly the locals. The people who come here from other worlds, they'll understand. And...you're right, it's best to be careful. There's always something towards the end of the month that makes us act...I don't know how to put it. Something that lowers our inhibitions?
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So do not drink their poison? [She chuckles, trying to lighten their conversation.] So what is your name then, kid?
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Pretty much. If someone here offers you food or something to drink, assume it's drugged. [she smiles a little wryly. she knows she's the youngest person here] Mine is Tinya. What's yours?
Some Might End
She had crossed his paths, had been well known about the clubs, but it was her younger sister, Lucy, that he had pursued. She was more innocent, more quiet, more trusting. Charlotte was common enough to be overlooked, if one saw through her ridiculous quips and extravagant dress. But she was here now, the bitch who had made him confess, who had brought about his demise. He'd recognise that voice anywhere. He pursed his lips briefly before he turned around to her.
His face was like stone, his anger masked.]
The flute today, Miss Wells. And mind you play well or I shall show you how a violin might be employed to improve your performance.
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My Lord....
[Perhaps he doesn't know? People have been drawn from all times and places after all. She fervently hopes that he doesn't. Here, without friends or anywhere to run, she's subject to his will.
She slides slowly to her knees, waiting for him to come to her.]
I have been working on a new composition, Sir. It starts off slow, steady. Lots of long, drawn out notes to warm up the instrument, before I make it excited. It shall simply burst with a cacophony of noise.
[She's already dropped the script. Charlotte has never been good at being told what to say or what to do. She tilts her head, a devious smile on her face. That expression has won her many a suitor before, and she hopes that it will work on Fallon now.]
Won't you show me the flute I am to play, my Lord?
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He drops his script.]
My flute is a very fine instrument, Miss Wells. It's not to be touched by a whore's hands. Crawl to me, then, and retrieve it.
[Let's see if Charlotte is worth all the fuss that is made of her in London.]
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[Her sultry smile fades and she shakes her head. Her cheeks become tinged just slightly with a hint of pink, of the anger she feels bubbling in her stomach that she has to force not to erupt from her.]
I won't do that, Lord Fallon.
[She will not degrade herself by crawling anywhere, or by doing anything else for that matter. Instead, she stands and sits back on the chair she had started on.She folds her hands, determined not to be swayed on this.]
Why don't you come to me? I play better when there is a genial atmosphere, if you please.
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He waits a beat to see if she moves, but of course, she doesn't. He moves to her, already releasing his penis from his breeches.]
I hope that you play as eloquently as you speak, Miss Wells. I want to feel the swell of it before the conclusion, and for you to experience all of it's aftermath. There is none to be wasted. Is that clear?
[He bends towards her, whispering beneath his breath just loudly enough for Charlotte to catch his words.]
There is no sister, no mangy alley cat now. Do it or we will see when we are alone what will happen.
content warning - lewd language
You should be a poet, Sir. Your words are so eloquent.
[Charlotte knows she's baiting him. She could stop... but it doesn't cross her mind until after the words are uttered that she should have stopped now whilst she was ahead. It's a shame hindsight is so clear.
In the moment, Charlotte mutters under her breath,] And your prick is so small it might well fit in a poet's arse.
Re: content warning - lewd language
You have a talented tongue, Miss Wells. Now let us see if you are as well versed in my instrument as you are at singing.B
[He makes absolutely no move to make this a comfortable experience for Charlotte. She's made her bed with her ridiculous quips. Let her lie in it. It's then though, that the director calls cut and Fallonglares at her once more and moves swiftly away to address the crew.]
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She drinks quickly, enjoying the light-headedness that comes with the alcohol. Before she even knows it though, she's being harried into a side room by a stressed out looking assistant and she's handed clothes off a rack and a stern telling off about her useless acting.
Charlotte grits her teeth at the lecture. She prides herself on her acting ability, especially with men such as Fallon. She'd made the fatal mistake of letting him get under her skin. So she nods and puts on the costume, a hideous parody of a modern school uniform, and a smile on her face.
When she returns, there's a confident grin on her face as she takes her place.]
Well then, Sir, weren't you about to show me your flute?