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TDM #16
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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 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:
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!! |
blades of glory: b
That's fine. He sets to work getting his own skates off and his boots back on, and by the time he's accomplished that and glanced back over his shoulder he realizes the source of her distraction — a cup of the infamous hot chocolate in one hand, and the other obviously dipping in between her legs. He knows from very personal experience that it's hard, if not impossible, to work that off alone. He tried, it didn't exactly work.
She'd figure that out eventually on her own, maybe she already knows, but since he's sure he hasn't seen her around before it seems likely that she might be new, and maybe she's not used to these things yet. It won't hurt to find out, especially since he doesn't want to inadvertently become a voyeur when she's not into that. He starts by clearing his throat, hoping not to startle her. ]
Should I find a different bench?
[ His tone is light, not quite teasing, but not too serious either. He's not going to be offended. ]
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Or it should be.
When she catches his gaze, she knows that she should feel shame or self-consciousness, at the very least. Instead, a thrill crashes through her, warming her body with arousal instead (worse than it already had been, she realizes belatedly), and rather than move her hand to a less conspicuous spot, Clary just settles her hand high up between her legs. Not quite where she'd been headed, but at the crease there, close enough that if she just stretched her thumb out she could have some much-needed friction. ]
No, no, it's fine, [ she says with a brief, exhale of a laugh. ] I just — [ She pauses and licks her lips, gaze dropping to his mouth, wondering what he would taste like. Better yet, wondering what he would look like with his face buried between her thighs in place of her hand. ] I haven't been ice skating in a while and my legs are killing me.
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Though in his case this isn't all that awkward. He's been willingly dragged off into a bunk with relative strangers before, even if that was mostly something that mostly happened before he started moving up the ranks in the New Republic Navy, when he was still young and impulsive and relatively free from responsibilities. It feels like it's been a lot longer than a decade or so, but the last several years of his life have been eventful, to say the least. But obviously not everyone's had the same experiences, or necessarily had the opportunity to have a fairly wild time as a teenager.
She looks like she might be around that age. Maybe not as shameless as he would have been at that point, though she is looking at him in a way that makes him think that he's piqued her interest. ]
Well if that's all it is.
[ He should probably feel more guilty than he does for even considering making an offer, given that she is that young and she doesn't know him at all, but it wouldn't be the first time he's made a friend over a situation like this. And what's the alternative, wandering off to leave her on her own? No, he'll leave if she wants him to, but if she wants him to stay — ]
I could work out that tension for you. If you wanted some help. I'm very good with my hands.
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How he's offering his hands but not in the way that she desperately wants them, her own fingers curling against her thigh in response to his words. Somewhere beneath the overwhelming effects of the hot chocolate, Clary knows this isn't her, and yet she's unable to fight it. Maybe even unwilling, to some degree, because her attraction to him is hardly a result of the city playing any tricks on her. (Not that she realizes that's what's happening, of course.) ]
Yeah? [ She licks her lips and then briefly drags her teeth across the lower one, gaze drifting to the body part in question. Then, after a moment where she might've been weighing the offer, she lifts her eyes to his again. ] Well, I can't just let you brag about something like that and not have you prove it.
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[ There's no exaggeration necessary, he wouldn't have offered if he didn't fully intend to go through with it. And for what it's worth, he's entirely willing to keep it to something platonic, if that's even an option for her right now, though the more she fidgets the more convinced he is that she's only just barely holding onto some semblance of self-control. Once that probably won't hold up even to the casual intimacy of a massage, especially since there's no way to do this that won't put him in a very convenient spot for shifting it into something more sensual. But he's confident that they can work something out that works for her, given the circumstances. He's flexible.
He considers just sliding down along the bench until he's sitting next to her, maybe getting her to straddle it in front of him so that he can reach her thighs — which is the point, right? — but after a moment of hesitation he decides instead that it's just as easy to move to crouch down in front of her instead, resting one knee on the floor. He's not so close as to be between her legs, but this way she's got a very good vantage point of everything he's doing.
At this point what he's doing is exactly what he suggested. Whether or not her thighs are actually sore he figures she'll appreciate the way he kneads the muscle of one underneath his fingers, aiming for a nice balance between pressure that's too light or too intense. He can adjust as he goes anyway, based on the reactions he gets out of her. And he is paying very close attention. ]
This kind of thing happens to everyone around here, by the way.
[ His arched eyebrows imply that he's not referring to massages, but if she wants to dodge the subject she can. ]
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He's not as close as she'd like, however, so shortly after he first touches her, Clary shifts closer to him, legs falling further apart as she does. Whether he keeps his hands low or allows them to slide higher up her thigh is up to him, but she doesn't seem to mind the risk. Especially when her other leg stretches out, sock-covered foot resting on the thigh of the leg he's kneeling on.
She had been watching his fingers work, trying (and failing) to not imagine what else he could be doing with them, how he'd probably touch her with equally exploratory movements to figure out what she likes but when he speaks, she looks to his face again. The flush already present on her cheeks darkens a shade and she idly wonders if the almost overbearing heat inside of her is tangible for him through her jeans.
It would be easy enough to pretend like he's just talking about the sore muscles — which are genuinely tense from skating — and the massage, but she doesn't want to. She'd much rather lean into it in hopes that he'll help her in other, far more enjoyable ways. ]
Does it go away on its own, or is it easier to just give into it? [ She swallows, but even that isn't enough to keep the rest of what she says from coming out. ] Because all I can think about is how much I want to come on your tongue.
[ Clary's not a virgin, nor is she shy, but this is far more aggressive — and vocal — than she's ever been before, especially with a stranger. And even with the effects of the hot chocolate, the words come out uncertain not because of how true they are but because of how unfamiliar it is for her to say something like that. ]
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He doesn't think that she's so far drawn into it that she can't make her own choices though, which is why he's gone this far in the first place.
His gaze flicks back up to her face as he shifts to work on her other thigh instead, giving it the same kind of attention. His confidence in his skills isn't misplaced either, while he's been more likely to use his sharp senses and even sharper reflexes for other purposes those talents serve him well enough when he's soothing out sore muscles instead. He's also attentive to the details, the cadence of her breathing and the slight shifts she makes under his hands. It would have been hard not to notice the slight hitches, and if his fingers are pressed into the right spot he can feel the steady beat of her pulse. ]
Most of the time it'll pass eventually. [ He can't help the slight arch of his eyebrows at the confession that tumbles out after that question, far from disapproving, he just wasn't expecting it. Maybe it's weird to have a calm conversation about it, but that's just how things go here. ] I could help you with that too.
[ He can't help but run his tongue across his lower lip, a subconscious gesture rather than an intentional tease meant to deepen that attractive flush even more. He's not nervous, he's just... deliberating. His hands haven't stopped moving yet, and the way his thumbs circle over the top of her thighs might be just a little suggestive as his lips twitch into a slight smile. ]
If you're sure you want to go there with a handsome stranger you just met.
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Unfortunately, the way his tongue passes across his lower lip along with the subtle shift in how his thumbs are touching her is enough to unravel what self-restraint she had left. She's so aroused at this point that it's almost painful, heat throbbing between her legs, and if he doesn't help her then she's going to get herself off as she'd been originally considering.
She nods at first, words forgotten briefly as her gaze lingers on his lips, the slight sheen left behind by his tongue. Then she manages to lift her eyes to his, letting him see the certainty of her decision — but also still somehow clear-headed enough, for the time being, to make sure he's really okay with it, too. She may be the one under the effects of the hot chocolate but that doesn't mean she wants to take advantage of this any more than he does. ]
I'm sure.
[ One hand abandons the bench to lift instead to his face, two fingertips tracing the curve of his lower lip, leaning forward at the same time. Her voice pitches to something quieter when she speaks again, more confident than it was when her unexpected confession tumbled out moments before. ]
But you could tell me your name before your mouth is busy with other things, that way you're not a stranger anymore.
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He stretches up as she leans in, pressing his lips slightly against the fingers on them in a fleeting impression of a kiss, a wry angle creeping into his smile. He can go with the anonymous thing, he's learned to, but there's no denying the fact that he prefers to take a more personal approach to these things. It just doesn't feel right to share this much with a stranger and never speak to them again, whether they end up repeating the exact experience or not.
And then he's pressing up just a bit more between her legs, close enough that they're face to face. It's fairly obvious that he's angling in for a kiss, but hovering rather than going all in immediately. Honestly he likes the proximity, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath, as if they're sharing some particularly exhilarating secret. She's into it, and so is he, there's nothing to be gloomy and serious about. That feels like what the city wants, and he's all about going against that, even in the small ways. ]
Poe Dameron.
[ No titles or explanations, it's not really General Dameron here. Just Poe. On the same breath he tips his head back, his lips just barely catching on hers as he shifts his hands down to slide along the waist of her pants, feeling his way into getting them unfastened with a certain amount of deft experience while he's still very focused on her mouth. ]
Tell me yours.
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