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TDM #15
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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 rather windy and wet. |
 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. |
 (CW: Dubcon, violence)With the general paranormal activity having faded away, Duplicity has reclaimed a sense of normalcy once more, along with its usual wet and windy autumn weather. One bright city official has decided that in a bid to avoid the flooding that happens with heavy rains, new arrivals, regardless of designation, must put in ten hours of community service to help clean up the streets. Most trees have lost their leaves which are clogging the storm drains. Armed with a pair of thick rubber gloves, garbage bags and nothing more, new arrivals are paired up to do their due diligence without complaint. SIN Guards are positioned on the corners of each street, patrolling and keeping an ever watchful eye. As wet and mucky as the job can be, there’s far more at risk than muddy knees and soggy clothes. Many of the leaves have been sitting long enough in the damp that they’ve begun to grow mold. While not deadly, the strange spores can cause individuals to feel loopy and far more relaxed when it comes to their inhibitions the longer they are exposed. Depending on the amount of exposure, it can take a few hours or up to a day for an individual’s body to clear the toxin. The effects of the toxin, depending on the potency, range from being more subdued and relaxed to being rather touchy feely, if not hot and bothered. This restlessness can either manifest itself with the desire to have sex or perhaps get a little violent. |
 (CW: Dubcon, food play, voyerusim/exhibitionism, orgasm control, fuck machines, lactation)Excitement fills the air, and there are whispers among the native denizens of Duplicity as the city gears up to prepare for its yearly celebration of Tumenalia, where individuals are encouraged to explore their dark sides to the fullest. Various shops, services and restaurants seem eager to get into the spirit of the event, offering discounts on aphro laced treats, toys and fetish gear before the celebration takes place. In a bid to help acclimate new arrivals and integrate them into the economy and society at large, LIEs may whisk newcomers away from orientation and pair them up with a fellow newbie or a character already in game to help promote local businesses. Said help can span from waiting tables in skimpy outfits to peddling the lewd wares of various shops, modelling salacious clothing, or even putting on live demonstrations of new toys inside or outside to curious onlookers. Here are a few examples of some of the demonstrations of skill local businesses set up for patrons to participate in. Feel free to create your own! A pastry shop is boasting cock shaped eclairs - how quickly can you lick and suck the cream from the tasty treat? Can you do it faster than your competitor? Don’t choke now! A lubricant company launching their new line of flavored lubes is having a taste testing contest. Win a prize if you can guess the flavors of all the lubes. The catch? You must lick it off the demonstrator’s naked torso. Giddy up! A bunch of sex machine engineers are giddy to launch their new creation (NSFW) much to the pleasure of the growing crowd within the bar chosen as the site of the demo. The two lucky riders are given nothing to wear other than cowboy hats and boots before going to “saddle up.” The last one to orgasm wins the race, as it’s a test of endurance. Not everyone who is giving a demonstration seems to be a rider, however. There are also “milking machines” (NSFW) set up near the bar. Those who are put in them are given a sweet cocktail drink beforehand to relax them and induce lactation, regardless of gender. Demonstrators are given the option to keep what they’ve produced after the live demo or sell it back to the bar. Note: for those individuals with penises there is also an optional attachment for a different kind of milking. |
 (CW: Dubcon) In the Down, preparations for the celebration have also begun. As funding is always lacking, those in charge of poorer neighborhoods have looked to the city council for the means to make things happen. A black-tie fundraiser is the solution, the event to be held the evening after orientation has officially ended for new arrivals. While invitations are sent out device wide and advertisements are put up both in the Up and Down, each new arrival is obligated to attend and mingle, to observe and immerse themselves in the culture of what will be their new home. Established LIERs are also encouraged to attend and make connections. Donations are completely voluntary, but if one pays close attention, it seems that native Dominants are eager to shill out more than one another, if only for bragging rights. At the event, there seems to be the usual offering of cocktails, h’orderves and other delightful treats to sample, some laced with healthy amounts of aphro. All uncontracted Submissives’ names are taken down upon entrance to the event and at the end of the night paired off with a Dominant to accompany them back to the Up for the rest of the evening. Those who are left will be paired off for the sake of no one being left alone. |
 (CW: Mild horror themes, mirrors)Despite the overall festive environment, observant participants will find themselves feeling a pall of unease. It’s the touch of cold air on the back of the neck, the sense of eyes on the back of one’s head, the surety that something is terribly amiss. Perhaps you catch your own reflection in a storefront window or bathroom mirror and for a split second see darkness over your shoulder. Perhaps you sense something coming for you and meaning you ill. Call it a sixth sense, paranoia, or a bit of undigested potato, whatever it is, you can’t shake it, and no matter how much fun you’re having, you can’t quite let it go. |
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: If your character's first name starts with a vowel (A,E,I,O,U & Y) they are Dominant. If their first name starts with a consonant they are Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!! |
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She wondered if she needed to explain space to Cullen or not. She had needed something of a crash course on it, but it was hard to say what this place taught you about astronomy. It seemed more focused on a different set of heavenly bodies.
"Ah, the Hero of Ferelden. Haven't heard that one in awhile." A fun story about legendary people that happened far away. And then apparently got kidnapped to make a hospital. Actually that raised an interesting question.
"You can start businesses here? I was under the impression they just wanted us to dance to their sexy string music." Sloppy mixed metaphor. Her favorite kind.
Permanent businesses weren't really a thing on the Fleet. Sure, there were a couple of bars on the communal ship, but it's not like they got regular patrons from the natives there. It was more of a private thing among fellow abductees.
"I find it a little hard to believe they didnt have enough medical facilities already in a city like this."
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He nods. "You can, once you have your feet under you. I intended to do so myself before circumstances had me changing course. And then of course, I inherited the hospital." Now it would feel excessive to start a different business. He already has his hands full.
He makes a noncommittal sound, followed by, "Oh, they have them. For Dominants with the resources to pay. Not much attention is spared for Submissives. That's where Haven steps in."
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"Oh, a charity clinic. How commendable." How did he make a hospital even more boring than it already was?
Ugh, she needed off this train away from the bleeding hearts. He couldn't think of anything to do than make the sexpot kidnapping city a 'better place'? Figures that he's stayed here so long, he was probably officially one of 'them' now. No better than the people who drugged her and stripped her down when she arrived.
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He arched a brow as though to invite further commentary if it was coming, hardly one to back away from a soured exchange.
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"That name doesn't mean anything to me, so..." she shrugged.
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With Isabela from the Fleet, the same as Hawke and Anders, he suspected she had experience with that sort of oddity as well and didn't need it explained any further than that.
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"It's not something I've had reason to think about in some time now. It's a bit interesting to me how many of us from Thedas crossed paths in Kirkwall. I used to think there was some sort of pattern. It has shifted so often, I'm no longer sure." At first it was people from Skyhold who seemed to predominate.
"I don't believe you'll find much here to remind you of Thedas." Not anywhere he had ever traveled. "I do have one question, though. Did you know Bethany or Carver Hawke?"
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Her Hawke had been on the fleet. She was seeing Fenris. It hurt. Was it better that she wasn't here? Isabela wasn't sure if she could stand seeing Hawke again with someone else, in a place where she couldn't leave again.
"I knew Carver, I think. He grew up to be a templar like you." She didn't recall liking Carver very much. She thought she recalled Hawke mentioning Bethany dying on the way to Kirkwall, decided not to mention that.
How much longer was this train ride? She wanted to get off.
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He felt they were quickly running out of topics to discuss. Her impatience wasn't entirely subtle, the set of her eyes and shoulders. He settled back in his seat a bit further. He still had a way to go before his stop, but the train made them regularly between here and Haven.
"When you get settled in, you're welcome to contact me if you have questions or just want a familiar face from home. I don't do much in the evenings after work beyond spend time with my dog and friends." He had his doubts about how well they'd mix socially. It never hurt to find out.
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The train started to slow. "Ah, that would be my stop," she lied. As she got up a question did occur. "So you've been here awhile, you have a contract, yeah? Anyone I know?"
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"The contracts are...well, a topic for another time." He inclined his head and bit back a habitual, Maker watch over you, that always tried to creep back into his conversational habits when he met people from home. He strongly suspected it wouldn't go over well.
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Isabela didn't have... an unkind relationship to the Maker. She just didn't believe in putting a lot of stock in it. A blessing couldn't hurt, and the intention was welcome. "Another time, then."
She departed.