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TDM #17
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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 clear plastic top and pants along with clear plastic boots 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 wet and rainy. Very, very rainy. |
» » » 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. |
« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
 (cw: aphro, dub-con, violence, marking)Ice and chilly weather have begun to give way to rain instead, with overcast skies and dark clouds a seemingly constant sight. While the overabundance of rain is an annoyance and comes with the usual series of problems, such as leaky ceilings, mold growth, and gutters or storm drains overflowing, this time the rain carries with it another problem altogether. A weather advisory warning is broadcast to every device, as well as on news networks and radio. The rain, at least for a few days, is not ordinary rain. Whether you're in the Up or the Down, when the water hits clothing it eats away at it. The more water it absorbs, the more the material disintegrates until the wearer is left naked. When the rain comes in contact with skin (or is ingested) the effects seem to differ depending on where you are in Duplicity. In the Up, it's relatively harmless and merely has an aphrodisiac effect, leaving individuals feeling hot and bothered, more sociable and touchy feely. Those in the Down, however, are not so lucky. As the rain seeps through the soil from the Up, it ends up laced with toxins, causing a range of less pleasant side effects for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Aside from the aphrodisiac, those who get caught in the rain may develop an uncomfortable, itchy rash, leaving them looking rather spotty for a few days. Those who can't resist scratching at themselves will find a newfound pleasure to the relief it brings and start to crave the feeling or sight of similar marks. In worst case scenarios, individuals will become addicted to marking themselves and others, perhaps even to the point of breaking skin. Effects may last for several hours after exposure and will stack with repeated exposures. In all cases, getting off will bring temporary relief but will not alleviate the symptoms entirely. Plastic coverings seem to be unaffected by the rain and, as word spreads, the Natives in Duplicity form a mad rush buying up umbrellas. Unless a character is lucky, they may find themselves unable to purchase - or even borrow - one. Theft of umbrellas becomes widespread in the Down, often escalating to violence, and even the Up isn't safe from thugs trying to steal and resell this suddenly hot commodity. There's another side to all of this, however. Due to the shortage of umbrellas, it isn't uncommon to see Dom/Sub pairs sharing umbrellas together. If anything, it's encouraged as a means to strengthen their bond. Enterprising Subs and Doms alike may even sell their "services" to escort individuals who would otherwise end up soaked. |
« « « SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME
 (cw: substance abuse, altered states, coercion, fluids, physical body changes)A new "holistic" pharma company named SQuIRT is opening up in Duplicity and is paying a pretty penny for people to trial run their new line of supplements. These supplements are supposed to increase a person's vitality and energy levels, but the side effects are what the company is really looking out for. Some of the side effects aren't so bad and could include:
While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe:
Subjects must take the supplements for at least a week, otherwise they'll receive no compensation for their troubles. All new arrivals will find themselves automatically enrolled in these trials, whether they want to be or not, and expected to report to the clinic. Of course they don't have to take the supplements, but the payout is certainly enticing, especially for those unfortunate enough to be branded Submissives. |
« « « STICKY FINGERS
 (cw: violence)Crime runs rampant in the Down as always but now, with the nastier side effects of the rain creating an ongoing problem, some unsavory types are sneaking their way into the Up where the effects aren't so hazardous. The result is an uptick in crime in places that are usually considered safe. Be careful how you carry yourself - and your valuables. Those who look like easy pickings may find their pockets empty. Cameras in public areas are being vandalized as well, while homes and businesses are seeing a rise in graffiti. Most of the graffiti is merely obscene, but some is outright seditious. Good luck explaining the latter to the authorities if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the smaller gangs that has a presence in the Down is taking particular advantage of the rain's disruption to expand their territory into the Up. Known as the Bulldogs, their members are young men and they have a reputation for violent muggings and assaults - mainly targeting Submissives. They loiter in groups near the train and the elevator between the Up and the Down to ambush the alone and unwary. At night, they also prey on those walking home from bars or clubs who may not fully have their wits about them. In addition to beating up their victims for money, some of the Bulldogs are engaging in an informal competition over who can steal the most umbrellas - with bonus points awarded for whatever else they feel like. LIERs are worth double points by default, so watch out! |
« « « 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: Players can choose whether to assign their character as a Dominant or Submissive on this TDM for the Door Pass for March Applications only. For May's Application round, threads started here may be used as samples however they will not be eligible for a Door Pass in May. Characters will need to use a thread from May's TDM, using those Door Pass rules, for an application after the March round. 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! THERE WILL BE NO APPLICATION ROUND IN APRIL Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!! |
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"Though I'd understand if you hesitated on taking advice from- " Caliban paused because his mind had to search for the word he'd heard Magnus and Alec used so many times before now. "A downworlder? Is that correct?" He said with a little squint in the air before he shook his head again, waving his hand in the air. "Regardless I'd understand." Because he might look like an shirtless 80's pop star but being the future king of hell was certainly someone those shadowhunters might have tried to kill once upon a time.
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His eyes darted in the direction Caliban had pointed out, which was the general direction Jace had hoped was correct. His shoulders dropped a little with relief. "Oh good. I was heading the right way then. I was starting to think I'd got lost."
The mention of a Downworlder made Jace stiffen right back up again, but he didn't attack Caliban, or look inclined to do so. He frowned though, concentrating. "You don't feel like a Downworlder. You're... off though. Not human, for sure." He shrugged. "Not all Downworlders are bad. You're being helpful. I appreciate it." Manners were probably the best way to go, Jace figured.
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His eyes flick up at the other at the others reaction to the word Downworlder- his head tilting at the mention he "didn't feel" like the downworlder in the others realm. " You're perspective. I suppose I should have expected that. I'm a...not from the mortal realm" Why straight tell him that he's gunning for the throne of hell? But there was something else he should reveal, shouldn't he? "Shall I walk with you? if only because those streets aren't always safe."
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Jace shrugged a little. "I'm guessing I'm going to run into that a lot around here. They didn't seem really surprised by me, so I'm guessing they've seen something like me before." Which was worrying, really, but Jace just didn't have the mental reserves to tackle that additional problem right now.
Usually, Jace would bristle at the idea that he couldn't walk down a street by himself. He was a Shadowhunter, and he wasn't helpless. However, he was in a strange place, with rain that was doing strange things, and he'd already been sedated once, and felt off-kilter. He didn't have his stele or his sword, so honestly? He could probably use some help. Stubborn pride wasn't really doing a whole lot for him lately anyways. He sighed a little, but gave the guy a tired smile. "Sure. It's been kind of a long day. I could probably use the help."
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"Someone one. Not something. There's a handsome dark haired little angel blood running around those parts with a rather sentimental attachment to certain warlock. " At least both of those descriptions were at the very least filled with affection in Caliban's voice. In a strange turn of events, he was quite attached to Magnus Bane of all people.
The higher demon was just going to nod and start walking backwards in the direction of the submissive housing with a broad lopsided smirk. "Caliban, by the way. You have an name- because I'm pretty sure calling you "bright eyes" like I have in my head won't be all that helpful." Caliban could be smooth sometimes.
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The backwards walking made him arch a brow, but he followed anyways. "Hello Caliban. I'm Jace. Definitely not Bright Eyes." He didn't think it was a dig at his different colored eyes, but he wasn't sure.
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"I still think you might be Bright Eyes" he teased as he turned on his heel and fell back aside Jace as they walked towards the Down. "Jace it is, though." Caliban mummered lightly. The demon glancing over at the other for a moment before talked again.
"So I've always wondered- those runes. Did they hurt?" It's not something he'd ever actually asked Alec and what better time to find out?
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Jace made a face, but he didn't protest, he wasn't sure he was allowed, plus it seemed the guy was gonna respect his wishes and use his name, so he didn't really have anything to be protesting.
He blinked at the question. Ah. Right, he'd met other Shadowhunters. "Yeah. The more powerful they are, the more they hurt. Just when you first put them on though. Not when you activate them."
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His head did tilt at the answer about the runes however- partly because Caliban could be a bit of a sadist at times and because the magic was truly interesting if you asked him. "Activate them?" So the magic wasn't working all the time. "Interesting.." he added a moment later as he glanced towards the city. " I find them quite beautiful, either way. Thank you for the answer."
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"Some of them are... passive?" Jace said, trying to describe it to Caliban. Some of them, like our healing rune, has to be activated when we want to use it. "Thanks. I'm pretty fond of them myself," he said wryly. He wasn't sure why he was being so chatty with the attractive man (and where the hell had THAT thought come from?), but he continued blithely. "The runes Alec and I give each other are the most powerful, because of our bond."
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"You were lovers?" It's a question, not a statement. Magnus hadn't really ever filled him in on the details of his own world and Caliban had never really return the favour outside talking about hell. "Most rune magic at home is...ancient. You're pulling from the old magic and that's always a dangerous place to be. " He remarked airily, as if he wasn't powered by such dark magic himself. "It's curious to see it painted on someone like you. But I rather like it."
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The question made Jace stumble for a second. "Alec and I? Uh. No. No way. It's... forbidden. Parabatai can't be. Not like he'd ever want to. We were raised like brothers," Jace added. He said nothing about his own wants, however, pressing his lips together. Why the fuck was he just blurting things out?
"Huh. Yeah. It's uh, angelic magic in my world. They're pretty neat looking, I guess."
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He had to resist the urge to chuckle when the other stumbled at the question about Alec, though he did give a little roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand at the others words. "Forbidden. Now there's a word I rather lothe." he mused for a moment before he registered the rest of the others sentence. "Ah- I see. well...I understand now." Even if he thought that the others reasoning was faulty. Hell, half the time Alec didn't admit what he wanted in his experience.
"Ah, celestial magic. It's often beautiful." And dull in his mind but hey, what did you expect from a demon. "though I prefer my magic with a bit more of an edge." And as if to prove it, he was just going to raise his hand make a small fireball appear in it, swirling around his fingers before it vanished with a easy wiggle of his digits. "No runes required."
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"You aren't the only one who loathes it," Jace muttered. It was a stupid rule, with vague consequences that no one really understood. And the Law was the Law. "And Alec always follows the rules." He sighed, because sometimes it was really inconvenient, too.
Jace watched the swirl of fire. It was impressive, although he'd seen warlocks do similar. "Nice. Yeah. Shadowhunter magic isn't very showy. Then again, it's not really meant to be. We couldn't hunt very well if we were all flashy," he pointed out.
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There was a bit of flick up of his eyebrow at those next words but it was gone from his face a moment later- it seemed to him those words simply meant that Jace and Alec would like to be...intimate. At least from Jace's side. Or at least that's how the demon took those words. "Alec does seem like a very...straight laced sort of mortal. I'll admit. " Even if he did fuck a demon quite recently.
Caliban let the small ball of fire vanish as he dropped his head. "I suppose you couldn't. You know we have something thing you in our realm- Angelblooded hunters who cut down anything they wish in the name of the false God. "He pointed out with a little wave of his hand. "Not that I'm saying it's exactly the same as you- simply that hunting in the name of some righteous good isn't always so straight forward in my experience."
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Jace snorted in amusement at that statement. "Oh yeah. Very. Duty and honor. Which isn't a bad thing, he's very good at what he does. It just... doesn't leave a lot of room for Alec to be Alec."
Jace hummed thoughtfully. "It's definitely... more complicated than that. And not as black and white as what the people in charge want it to be," he admitted.
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"Well pawns often see what the people in charge don't." Caliban mused, even if he was going to a future King. He'd played the court room game enough to know how to see things from a different angle. Caliban shifted against the wall as he gazed over at Jace.
"I'm sure you'll be fine in this city, Jace. As long as you make qouta and enjoy yourself."
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He grimaced at the idea of being a pawn, but Caliban wasn't exactly wrong, either. "That's us, obedient little minions every time," he smirked. Except for all the times they weren't.
The reminder of the quota made him sigh. "Right. Make quota. Not sure how to enjoy myself when I'm supposed to have sex with some random person just to meet a required number, I guess."
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There's an easy laugh at those next words, the prince tilting his head back against the wall. " Now that's a lie if I've ever heard it. I know minions, I've even had a few of them and the last thing you are, pretty mortal. Is a minion. " He pointed out with a twinkle in his eyes.
Caliban hums a little at those next words- not that Caliban ever had issue meeting Qouta. In fact the one time the city made him get in trouble was because he'd had too much fun with some fellow dominants. " Find the right people to make it with, then. And if you require a dominant. I am happy to offer up my services and time.." He's just straight up offering to fuck him at that point.
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Jace smirked. "Also not super obedient, either, if we're being honest."
See. This. This was was the problem, the terror Jace had had since the moment he'd woken up and found out what the mark on his neck meant. Not because he was forced to be a Submissive. Not because he had to obey the Dominants in the City. Not even that his choices were being taken from him.
No. His fear was because Jace... liked it.
Instead of getting outraged, or offended, or even just indignant at the blatant offer to fuck him from an almost complete stranger, Jace could, instead, feel his body flush with his heat, and his mouth get dry, forcing him to swallow. His eyes widened just slightly and his pulse jumped and a sudden image of Caliban just... taking him. Right there and then. Right in this alleyway. It didn't repulse Jace. It should, it absolutely should. Instead Jace just licked his lips, and tried, and failed to keep from letting his eyes roam down over Caliban's body. He was more than a little hoarse when he finally spoke. "I uh. I'll keep that in mind."
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"Oh I find that depends on the situation.." Caliban teased with a smirk worthy of the devil himself. In his experience, sometimes the person they were tend to be outside wasn't the thing they craved or needed in the bedroom. Sometimes the mouthy boys were then one who needed to be held down and simply wrecked.
The others reaction to his offer was more than a little interesting, if the other hadn't been interested in men at all. He would have dismissed him and the way the other s pretty pale skin blushed. And the way the others eyes roamed down his body. It's not like the aprho in the rain was helping Caliban not want to simply ruin the blond in front of him. "You should..." He purred as he reached up a hand to tease his knuckles along the others jawline. "I promise you you'll come crawling back for another round, pretty warrior."
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Jace laughed a little at that, and blushed. "I mean. Maybe? I generally don't like stupid rules. Good rules? That's another thing."
Jace shuddered a little, his eyes fluttering closed before he snapped them open again, licking his lips nervously. "Oh? You sound pretty... uh, confident about that." Which, honestly, he probably had every right to be, look at him. "And if I did? Come begging for more?" The innuendo was definitely deliberate this time.
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"Oh? See now you have define what good rules are? Hm, perhaps always wearing pretty underwear when your dominant gets home.. that's certainly what I'd try." He teased, enjoying the others laugh and blush.
He could sense that shudder and the way the others eyes closed almost wantingly. It was pretty clear why the city had chosen to make the other a submissive. "I'm the prince of hell, of course I'm confident in those who would be on their knees in front of me." Caliban had apparently forgone any allusions about what he was talking about as that dirty talk danced in the air between them. There's a smirk as the other asked that question and Caliban simply leaned closer in that small tucked away alleyway before his lips found the others ear. "And then I'd come all over that pretty face as those beautiful eyes of yours looked up at me."
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If Jace had been a little more aware of what he was hearing, and a little less caught up in the signals his heated body was sending to his brain, he might have thought to question just what exactly a 'prince of hell' was. Caliban wasn't setting off his 'demon' senses, so it never occurred to him to even ask that question outright.
When Caliban leaned in like that, his prescence filling up Jace's space, all heat and skin and want, Jace couldn't help the soft whimper in the back of his throat. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to just... drop to his knees. Right here, right now, and take whatever Caliban would offer him. Honestly, he was so turned on he couldn't think straight. No wonder this city had marked him. He was wanton, greedy, and unable to control himself. "Yes. Please," he breathed out shakily.
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It was with that whimper that Caliban knew he'd won, at least for today and he was never one to skip a chance to indulge himself. Even with friends of friends, apparently. "Such a polite little mortal.." Caliban praised the other but was it any surprised he adored greedy wanton blonds? A possessive little hand moved up to cup the others neck as he brushed his smirk against the others jawline. "Are you hungry now, my sweet? Would you like me to paint my essence all over that tongue?" He purred, the soon to be king words confident and with the amount of dominant and power one would expect from him. "Give into that hunger, sweet boy."
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