duplicitymemes | TDM #16

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TDM #16

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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 high rise. 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 cold and icy.

» » » WALKING TOUR

The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train.

City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first!

Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them.

« « « GALLERIA OF SEX

(CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)

One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves.

Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink.

Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves.

Some of the displays set up will feature:

Naked Submissives have been bound and posed with their bodies arched in visually pleasing positions. They are surrounded with candles burning around them and guests are invited to drip the hot wax across their bodies to add to the artwork that is their naked skin.
Zap your lover or the volunteers with an electrical wand and discover the way it can make the skin tingle and muscles tense in just the right place at just the right moment.
The image of cum dripping from a well used Submissive is considering something to appreciate visually so stations have been set up with glory holes and kneeling participants to have their faces and buttocks painted over the course of the day.
A variety of whips, canes and paddles have been set out next to padded benches for Submissives to bend themselves over. The marks they leave are something to be proud of.
No art display in Duplicity is complete without an ode to bondage, one room will be entirely devoted to participants being suspended from the ceiling, held in positions that will test their stamina and flexibility and leave the most gorgeous bruises.

We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art.

Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity.

« « « ICE TO SEE YOU

(CW: exhibitionism)

Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood.

It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that.

Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born.

« « « BLADES OF GLORY

(CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging)

In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates.

Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it.

« « « 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 would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more.

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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It totally makes sense. He's just making sure he has a good grip. And he really is trying to focus on skating pointers. It may not seem like it to, well, anyone watching, but he's trying to listen and take in the advice so he can keep his feet under him.

"I see. Let me try again." And he does. Sort of. Again, he's giving it his all.

But his all is up against something else that is winning out, and just plain winning when his hand does slip straight into that back pocket. Jackpot. It's only made worse when those last words register. "Is ice skating all your hands skilled at?"

And there goes his mouth just forming words that his brain did not approve. For Lio, always always in control Lio, he has no idea what to do with himself.

Galo blinks. That's an odd question. His eyebrows climb up. "Yeah? You've seen me do a lot of things with my hands! My gun isn't an automatic you know." Should he take offense? Confusion flits over his face as he leans down towards Lio, peering at him closely. It traps Lio's hand in that back pocket.

"Try to skate again but focus this time. You're getting too distracted. What has got your attention so hard?" That has to be what's going on. Lio's distracted by something and it's wrecking havoc on his focus. He's seen Lio shape bikes and swords with his thoughts. There's no way he's going to be a bad skater.

"I doubt this ice is gonna do shit to you if you're worried about that."

"What?" Lio blinks at him. "Are you messing with me? I was--"

Oh. Oh he was hitting on him. He was hitting on Galo Thymos, idiot firefighter extraordinaire who-- well. Who had saved his life. And stood against Kray Foresight with him. And who is objectively attractive as hell, but that is not the point here.

It's about here that he realizes his hand is fully pressed against Galo's ass at the moment, given that it's caught up in his pocket. He's copping a feel of Galo's butt, and it's a nice butt, and he really needs to get a hold of himself and not of Galo's ass. What the hell.

"Tch. It's just a skating rink." He tugs his hand out of Galo's pocket now, or tries to. It's a tight fit. He tugs harder. "It's not like I can be defeated by a frozen puddle. I--" His hand comes free, but the momentum knocks his already-precarious balance off, and Lio goes down hard, right onto the ice that he'd just spoken so cocky about. Unfortunately the jolt of cold and ice is more than he's ready for, and it does defeat him -- or at least it defeats the clothes he's shaped from his fire, leaving a disgruntled, cranky and very-naked-except-for-skates Lio Fotia sprawled out on the ice. "C-cold!"

"Why would I be messing with you?! You're the one asking what I can do!" Galo snaps as he leans more towards him with a growl. "What is up with you right-hey!" He straightens up immediately as Lio tugs at his back pocket. He tries to focus on the words but Lio is tugging like a cat trying to get out of a trap.

He has to lean back to reach for his hand. "Oi, just relax and pull it out like a normal person you-" Too late. Lio jerks free and unbalances them both. They both go down hard. Galo starts to growl until he gets a look at Lio. Naked Lio. For a moment he just stares.

He shouldn't but his eyes drift down over Lio's chest as heat curls in his veins and he swallows hard. Lio is a pretty guy. He's a bit like a sword with just as much danger to him. He catches himself and fumbles for his coat, pulling it off and thrusting it at him. "Put this on. We'll go get you clothes until we can get your shit back!" He stands up slowly, dusting himself off and holds out his hand.

Lio opens his mouth to snip back at Galo that he is a perfectly normal person, but he's definitely not acting like one right now. And given that he's the leader of the Mad Burnish, he's not exactly a normal person at the best of times. And besides, falling was distracting.

And he's knocked Galo down onto the ice too. He can feel the chill of the ice against his bare skin, is all too aware of his own nakedness. And he's all too aware of Galo looking at him too, more than he'd normally be aware of it. Suddenly he's not feeling entirely cold.

He takes the coat that's suddenly in front of him, pulling it closer and tugging it on, so he's at least covered up to some degree of modesty. "Fine. We'll get clothes." No more wearing fire. He reaches out to take Galo's hand and pull himself to his feet. At least he's getting less wobbly on his skates. And at least Galo's jacket is long enough that it covers him enough that he's no indecent. "...thanks."

He sighs heavily. "Guess ice here will mess with you." He says as he leads the way off the ice and back into the much warmer building. He sticks close to Lio as glances around. People are in various states of dress and 'helping' each other with sounds that stir his blood. "Come on!" He says a bit too loudly as he urges Lio to follow him up to a counter.

He doesn't even wait for the person behind the desk to ask him what he needs. He explains it with a glance back at Lio. A person behind them motions for Lio to step forward. 'What's his size?'

Galo blinks and opens his mouth then shuts it, looking at Lio. "What is your clothes size? And uh, jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a coat okay with you?" But the staff are only looking to him for their answers, it's as if Lio doesn't exist.

"It just caught me off guard. And I feel..." he trails off. He feels distracted. And handsy and more interested than he should be in what's going on around him, and the heat it sends rushing through him that is in stark contrast to the cold air that he can feel all too well at the moment.

He's grateful once he's back on his feet, off skates, off the ice, though he keeps Galo's jacket held close around him, fitting anyone who looks too long at him with a sharp-edged look.

When the shop clerk seems to be talking straight over his head, Lio looks from them to Galo and back, eyes narrowing. Lifting his chin, he speaks, not raising his voice, but certainly using the tone he uses when he's in Mad Burnish Leader Lio mode. "Small. I don't like my pants loose; they get in the way. Jeans, shirt, jacket. And I need gloves." It's cold.

The clerk looks from Lio to Galo, quite obviously waiting to hear that confirmed.

This is about when Lio realizes what is going on here, that the shop clerk's eyes had very clearly clocked the mark that's visible at his throat. Oh. No, no that's not going to fly.

Galo might notice that he's lifting a hand and looking around like he's looking for the easiest thing to incinerate to make his point here.

In the split second Galo spots Lio’s hand coming up he clamps his hand down deceptively lightly on Lio’s shoulder. “Not here.” He murmurs out of the side of his mouth and nods. “What he said.” As the shop clerk walks to the back and leaves them standing at the counter Galo breathes out.

“I know how much it sucks but you can’t start burning things. For one, do you even know if they don’t have something on you? That ice out there kicked your butt.” He points out as he slowly lets go of Lio’s shoulder. But he doesn’t want to.

He feels a lot more interested than he should be. Way more. “You feel a weird pull to touch people?”

Lio freezes as that hand lands on his shoulder, glancing back at Galo. He's clearly displeased by it, but he lowers his hand. Not here? Why not, Galo? There is so much flammable stuff here, and fuck Galo, it wants to burn.

But fine. He does turn to Galo, arms crossed over his chest, looking slightly less intimidating than he intends to in Galo's oversized coat and nothing else. "I told you, the ice just caught me off-guard. I could melt the whole rink in three seconds. I'm just distracted by..."

Lio's eyes widen. "Yeah. That's it exactly." He steps in closer, like now that he's spoken it, it's even harder to resist.

“Okay so that wasn’t just me!” He looks to the side and rubs the side of his neck. Too late he realizes two people sitting down are about to mess around. His face heats and he faces Lio again, coughing once. “It was really hard to look away from you and still is!”

He pauses, eyes widening. “Wait. Wait!” The clerk is coming back with the clothes as he leans in and hisses. “That wasn’t you holding onto me! You were grabbing my ass weren’t you?!” Finally it sinks in.

"Wait, you too?"

This sets the wheels in Lio unknowingly drug-addled brain to turning. If it's the both of them, then what's the problem. One plus one equals zero reasons to hold back, right? Somehow that math feels like it should check out, even if the quiet voice in the back of his mind is pretty sure something is off.

Whatever. He's starting to preen just a little at hearing that Galo was looking at him -- something else, he'll be have to think about when he's back in his righter mind -- when Galo comes out with that question.

Lio stares. "How did you not realize that?! I was really obviously feeling you up! You really are an idiot!"

Galo growls and leans further into Lio’s personal space. “Hey! I was just focused on helping you learn how to ice skate!” He points a finger at him. Idiot? He is not an idiot here! “And you were really warm against my side.”

He leans back and crosses his arms over his impressive chest. The clerk clears her throat loudly. Galo jerks guiltily. “Yeah?” She sets the clothes on the counter. His eyes widen a hair then he swipes the clothes off the counter. “Come on. Let’s get a private spot for you.” The clerk points to a row that isn’t being used and Galo sets off in that direction.

But with a parting, “And I knew you felt me up once. You grabbed my chest first!” The clerk raises eyebrows at the dominant that isn’t punishing or trying to control their mouthy submissive.

"Even focused on something else, it should've been obvious!" Lio's mouth snaps shut when the clerk shows back up. He's still vaguely considering lighting one of her clothes racks on fire, but he'll at least behave in that respect for now.

Besides, clothes are important, since he's mostly naked and his legs are cold. He tries to ignore how the idea of a private spot with Galo sounds like fun, and pivots on heel to stalk off after the blue-haired idiot who has his clothes in hand.

"Then that makes it even dumber that you missed it the second time. You definitely should've noticed. I even asked about your skillful hands. Moron. You're terrible at this."

Said mouthy submissive is not backing down either.

Galo whips his head around to stare at him. “That’s what that was about?!” So it hadn’t been offensive? He shakes his head and drops the clothes onto a bench in the unused row and gestures for Lio to sit down.

The idea of being alone with Lio feels nice. He is pointedly ignoring it. “And you’ve never hit on me before. How was I to know that was what you were doing?!” He snaps as he sits on the opposite bench. “Anyway I noticed you going for my back pocket but dismissed it! I was busy helping you!”

He crosses his arms over his chest, legs partly spread apart as he scowls again. “So why are you complaining?? I was still focused on you!”

"What did you think that was about?" Lio shifts his eyebrows up to stare at Galo with a what else would it have been sort of expression. Galo Thymos has to be the most frustrating person who has ever walked the face of any planet.

Infuriating. Idiot. He drops to a seat with a huff, leaning back as he looks at Galo. "Like I said, it should have been obvious even if I'd never done it before." That is a good point though. He never had hit on Galo before. Huh.

His faintly befuddled reasoning decides that this means he's just had a lot of missed opportunities. Lio looks at least somewhat mollified, but then again only somewhat. Fact is, Galo's focus was clearly on the wrong thing. Another huff of frustration and he stands and starts unzipping the jacket, like he's going to drop the subject and get dressed.

Unfortunately for Galo, what he's actually doing is making a point. He unzips the borrowed jacket -- which is already too big for him -- enough that it starts slipping down his shoulders as he saunters his way right into the space between Galo's legs that the other man has so kindly made for him. "You were focused on my skating." Reaching one hand out, he hooks his finger in the collar of Galo's t0shirt. "There are better parts of me to focus on."

“I didn’t know!” Galo snaps back and scowls harder. He leans back into the wall behind him with gestures to the world around them. “How can it be obvious if that’s never been what you do?! You got snappish when I had an issue with style but now-“ The words die in his throat.

Lio unzips the jacket and it slides down enough he gets a tantalizing view of narrow shoulders and lean muscle. The fabric slides as Lio stalks forward with a purpose to his stride and Galo is caught like a bird in the path of a hawk.

His hands fall to rest on his thighs as his personal space is invaded and he can feel the heat of Lio’s body. His eyes stay on his as he swallows hard. One finger shouldn’t feel like Lio touched his skin. His breath comes out a little faster as he breathes. “Yeah? Gonna show me or make me guess?” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest compared to how it normally fills the air.

Lio considers circling back to inform Galo that he was having style issues in the middle of a life and death battle, but they can revisit that later. Right now he's far more interested in the way that Galo is looking at him.

See, this is the sort of attention he wants. He doesn't bother to hide the smug smile that turns the corners of his lips up. Another tug at Galo's collar. "I probably should make you work for it."

But he's feeling generous. Or maybe just restless and bold and eager to hear Galo's voice sound like that more. His free hand eases the zipper of the borrowed jacket open entirely. It falls free of his shoulders entirely, catching only at the crook of his bent elbows, falling open so it's hiding very, very little. "Any ideas now?"

"Probably? I can take whatever you dish out!" He leans forward with blue eyes that have gone dark with desire. His eyes follow the path the zipper takes as the heat seems to climb. The rest of the world ceases to matter.

He doesn't answer Lio in words, his hands coming up and gripping Lio's hips. He tugs on him to urge him closer as he sits up straight. It shouldn't be so hot he can wrap both his hands around his waist.

Oh well, he's not examining that he leans up to bite at Lio's neck. He's always preferred action to waiting around.

"We'll see," Lio informs him. But then he's entirely caught up by the look in Galo's eyes and the feeling of those hands finally on his skin. This is exactly what that heat, that restless feeling that's taken up residence in his veins wants. Or well, this is a start anyway.

He steps closer, eager. Maybe it shouldn't be so hot that Galo's hands do just about eclipse his waist, but it definitely is. And fuck so are those teeth.

Lio's head falls to the side, baring his neck for more. He lets his arms drop to the side just long enough so the jacket drops away, leaving him entirely naked, even while Galo is fully clothed -- which also shouldn't be as hot as he is. Once his hands are free, he finally gives in and he lets his handsrun up Galo's chest, one continuing up his neck to tangle into hair. The other slips down over his back, tugging his shirt up as much as he can, until he can feel bare skin beneath his fingertips.

Lio moves closer and he slips his hands down over his ass and hauls him up into his lap if Lio allows it. He kisses at the spot he bit, sliding his tongue over it. He sighs as Lio’s hand slips into his hair. The thump of the jacket falling to the floor is ignored.

He nips at warm skin and follows it down to the junction between shoulder and neck. He lifts his head with a shaky breath as one long fingered hand pushes his shirt up. He leans into his touch and finally moves to kiss him.

If Lio allows it, it’s clearly not something Galo is used to doing but he is trying for Lio.

Galo's lap was already his goal, so Lio is far too happy to settle himself into it, molding himself up against him. That shirt is still in the way, but at least he's got a hand beneath it now. At least he can feel the heat of Galo's body through the material against his own.

If human beings were capable of purring, Lio would purr into that kiss. As it is, he makes a thoroughly pleased noise to Galo's lips as he kisses back.

But he's greedy, and his lips part, tongue teasing along Galo's lips, a quick, plaintive request for more. His hand slips from Galo's hair to cup the side of his face, thumb tracing a gentle line over his cheekbone.

He's out of his depth but it doesn't matter. He parts his lips and yields to Lio's greedy request with a pleased sound of his own. Heat spreads through him and his hands move back up, gripping Lio's ass. He gives it a squeeze as he rocks his hips up.

Whatever misgivings he had are burning up as he enjoys the feel of Lio's mouth on his. He leans back into the wall behind him. His shirt is going to have to come off at some point. Whatever consequences come of this will be future Galo's problem.

Lio has utterly forgotten what reservations he'd had earlier, too, left behind any hesitation in just following his instincts, what he wanted to do. It's wonderful so far, and getting better with each touch. He licks his way into Galo's mouth, all too eager to explore.

His voice catches in a soft groan as Galo rocks up against him and Lio returns the favor, grinding his hips down against Galo's in return. He breaks from the kiss just long enough to murmur directly two his lips, "Galo, fuck..."

Lio's mouth over his muffles his growl of need as Lio grinds down into him. He grabs his hips and returns the favor. Galo takes the moment they break apart to breathe, "That how far you want to go?" The idea is really, really appealing.

Sex has been one of those things he just hasn't thought about. Not until now anyway. His hand slides down Lio's toned thigh, dragging it closer to him, up against his side. He leans in, tracing Lio's ear with his lips as he murmurs. "If you do, find the lube." Which it turns out isn't that far away.

It's kind of embarrassing how equipped this place is for impromptu sex.

Lio is a bit too busy groaning as Galo grips his hips and rocks back against him to really answer that question in words right away. But maybe it's obvious anyway in the way he reacts physically, back arching to mold himself even closer to Galo, arms wrapping tighter around him, fingers curl, nails digging into Galo's back, one directly against his skin, the other through the fabric of his shirt.

Those lips on his ear and that voice should be illegal for what they do to him. His voice catches, and he nods. "Yes, fuck. I want you."

It really should be embarrassing how close at hand supplies for sex are, but right now Lio is mostly grateful that he can stretch to reach what they need instead of having to pry himself out of Galo's lap. He presses the bottle into Galo's hands, leaning closer to press a kiss to Galo's mouth catching his lower lip between his teeth before he presses the bottle into Galo's hand, "So get me ready and fuck me."

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