duplicitymemes | TDM #15

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TDM #15

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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.

» » » ALL ABOARD

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.

« « « BREATHE DEEP THE GATHERING GLOOM

(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.

« « « IN THE DARK, YOUR FANTASIES GET SO OUT OF HAND

(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.

« « « DO YOU FEEL NO REVERENCE?

(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.

« « « I FEEL PITY FOR YOUR LACK OF SOUL

(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.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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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I. ALL ON DISPLAY

After so many years of life, there's not been much that surprises him anymore. That's really the only positive Methos can find in this situation. He's been shuffled around, stripped, poked, and prodded. The bath, at least, hadn't been half bad. So make that two positives.

His clothes have been returned but he doesn't have his sword which makes him feel more exposed than any nudity might have. Leaning against the wall, the old immortal looks out the window of the shared living area of the motel, watching passersby and the rain cascading down the glass. The orientation is meant to start soon. Idly his fingers run down the new tattoo running down his neck when someone approaches and he glances their way.

"I don't suppose you know what to expect with this 'orientation'?"

II. DO YOU FEEL NO REVERENCE?

It is unfortunate that he's forced to use his real name here rather than a pseudonym, so it's the name taken down when he enters the fundraiser. It seems unlikely there are any other Immortals here looking to lop off his head, but that fear is ever-present.

Being a Submissive is something of an adjustment at first, but one Methos isn't all that uncomfortable with. It's a part he can play and has in the past even if it was not like this and was quite some time ago.

He's lived long enough that there's not much that embarrasses him and little he won't do in order to survive. This arrangement is one that he can manage. The goal now is finding a Dominant to take him on. He can be quite charming when the need arises. Usually. He spots a Dominant who appears to be alone and approaches, two cocktails in hand, offering one with his best playful smile, "Care for a drink?"

[ooc: totally good with both m/m or m/f, also 18+ preference]

Zero is another new arrival and she looks damn unhappy about it, her one good eye narrowed in a glare at the rest of the world. She's been bathed and poked and prodded just like he has and even with her (scanty) clothes back she is itching for something to hold. A weapon. Someone's neck. You know, something like that. She's been stalking around the common area, muttering to herself or just trying to move to burn off excess energy. She pauses to stare Methos with a shrug and little scoff, "Fuck if I know. They're probably going to go over all the rules, tell us we belong to someone, and then ship us off somewhere."

Look, she has some life experience with similar situations. Although not an exact match.

"I really just want to bust them up for this."

The anger is hard to miss and it nearly stops Methos from initially speaking with her, but ultimately he pushes that concern aside. At least she answers the question and doesn't decide to attack him in her frustration. That would have put a damper on things. His day has already been less than ideal.

"If I thought that would actually work, I would join you. I just have no means to raise up a meaningful resistance. So I think I'll just have to make sure to pretty myself up for the slave auction, so I can hopefully find an agreeable master." Methos notes with a hum, answering in a far more calm fashion than he's actually feeling.

He glances out a window as two people walk by, a woman dressed up in fine clothes with an arm draped possessively around a man with the same tattoo they had now. He's some experience in this area too, but it's been a very long time since he was a slave. Longer still since he was the enslaver, but that's another matter.

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As satisfying as taking her anger out would be, attacking him wouldn't get her any closer to actually getting out of here. So she plays nice. For now. She folds her arm across her chest and snorts, staring at him. The flower in place of her right eye might be a bit distracting.

"No way in Hell I'm letting someone own me."

Not again. She's done that. Didn't have fun. It reminds her too much of the brothel she spent a chunk of her life in. She escaped that life through violence - she can do the same here. Probably.

"Doesn't that feel like you're handing in your balls or something?"

She is a bit crude, even as she glances over to follow his gaze. Her expression curdles even more, if possible.

The flower in place of her eye is quite odd, unlike anything he's seen. So distracting certainly is the right word for it. A startled laugh escapes his lips at her question and it's probably a mistake considering how upset she is, but it's been a long day and so his tact is somewhat lacking. Appealing to his sense of manliness or pride is a losing argument. He's too old to care about that. "I don't believe this arrangement would mean making me a eunuch!"

He quite likes his balls, thank you very much!

Methos shakes his head then holds up an apologetic hand, "Sorry. This is not a situation I relish either. But I'm just trying to be practical. Looking at the situation for what I can do. And what I cannot."

If there were a means of escape that he felt at all confident in, he would take it. At this point though, so new to this environment... following the rules and playing along seems to be the right move. He's a survivor. This is what he does.

It's really just the way she tends to talk. She's blunt, rude, and abrasive on a good day and when she's in a good mood. This? Not so much. She gives him a grudging look and shrugs, trying to figure out what to make of him. He doesn't look like much, but there's more to appearances at times. Although even when there is more to appearances, her default mode is to just smash through things.

"I know that," she replies after a moment, a touch grudgingly, "I hate waiting around for them to do something. I want to just-"

She throws her shoulders up in a shrug, as if that will somehow illustrate what she can't put into words.

"I haven't had to put up with bullshit like this in years. I'm not used to letting people walk all over me."

He's made it something of a goal to not look like much at all and to seem entirely average. His wool sweater and jeans don't exactly scream exciting. Methos will probably have to do something about that if he hopes to find a Dominant willing to take him on. Boring probably isn't something that will win him many suitors. He's not about to dress in assless chaps or anything, but he might have to at least make more of an effort.

Methos does sympathize with her frustration and thinks she must be quite young. Patience is something that's far easier to cultivate with more years under one's belt. It is concerning that it sounds like this isn't unfamiliar territory for her.

"I understand. This entire situation is... mental." He's lived through Greek and Roman times, where slavery was common, but this is something else and something that will take some adjustment. "I don't pretend to have all the answers. I'm just as lost as you."

They did give her real clothes back, but they also thought she should wear something a bit less flashy until she got settled. So she's got jeans and a sweatshirt, which are surprisingly comfortable (and she is young, she can't be more than twenty). She frowns and reaches up to straighten some of her hair, trying to think. She's used to taking the most direct route. To just bluntly barreling her way through everything.

On the other hand, the last thing she remembers is getting stabbed and dying, so maybe that didn't work out in the end. Her fingers twitch, threatening to curl into fists.

"Yeah, well, your answer seems to be 'find a sugar daddy', so I don't know how much of your advice I'd want to take, anyway."

She continues to be very abrasive.

There's a quirk on his lips at her jab at his expense. He doesn't seem too upset about her words. If anything it amuses him. He appreciates her fire. Or at least he appreciates it so long as it remains a verbal spar.

"More for me then." Methos teases back, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'm only saying that playing along until you can get a lay of the land is smart. No one here is going to truly walk all over me, even if they think they are. Have you ever played chess?" He offers, "It's a sacrifice play. Lose a few pawns, maybe a knight, gain an advantage and bring you closer to checkmate."

He knows this is all easy for him to say. This place isn't going to break him. Nothing in his life has yet, so he can't see that this place will stand a chance either.

"Chess takes too long," Zero replies and that pretty much sums up her whole attitude. She doesn't come up with long-term plans. She doesn't come up with cunning strategies. Her whole personality and mode of attack is built around brute force and simply smashing whatever gets in her way.

"I always wanted to knock all the pieces off of the board."

She folds her arms across her chest with a little grunt.

"I could probably kill a lot of them before they killed me," she continues, "And who knows if that would even take."

She's grousing more than saying she's going to do it.

"Sounds like you wouldn't even have the patience of checkers." Methos offers. It's said in judgement, really, just a statement of fact. He looks outside, the rain is starting to slow but it's still very wet.

"I'm sure you could." He agrees, a touch sad. He's seen far too many mortals waste their lives rashly. They only had so many years to begin with, why cut it even shorter?

"But who would you kill? Just any Dominant who gets in your way? I'd at least want a clearer idea of who's in charge here."

"I never was much for board games," she replies with a shrug. She folds her arms, still looking intensely unhappy.

"I don't know. Whoever gets in my way. Whoever tries to stop me. It's worked before."

It isn't a good idea here, but she's reluctant to admit that out loud.

Methos suspects that some of this is bluster. Seeing as she not out murdering people right at this very moment, but he's smart enough not to say so. He does, however, change the subject, gesturing to his own eye, "If I may ask, what is that? On your eye. Obviously, it looks like a flower, but I've never seen anything like it before."

Methos | Highlander | Submissive

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i'm so sorry, methos, she's just Like That all the time.

it's alright, he's enjoying himself anyway lmao

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