duplicitymemes | TDM #17

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TDM #17

« « « 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 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:

Prolonged erections
Lactation in both men and women
Size enlargement of breasts or genitals
Copious amounts of ejaculate or sexual fluids
Sudden interest in previously unexplored kinks

While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe:

Shrinkage of breasts, genitals, or entire being
Inability to cum
Uncontrollable hair growth or hair loss
Temporary loss of one or more senses
Spontaneous weeping

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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[ she can feel the drawing of her own blood, how she easily reddens pale skin with a swift slide of her nails, made worse by the repeated action that's both tormenting and satisfying with each ongoing scratch. she can't seem to stop, and she doesn't seem to want to, roused further by peering down at those crimson lines.

when the woman appears in front of her, she's briefly drawn out of the spell, distracted by her sudden presence and the offering of that jacket.

dazed as she is, she reaches for it without question, swiftly slipping it on over her arms in hopes that it might ease some separation between her and skin, only to find the urges still pooling through her. ]

You don't — you don't feel that? It's like ... it won't stop itching.

[ no, she doesn't feel whatever's making the woman claw at her own skin. but looking outside she thinks she can guess how it might have started. her eyes narrow, shifting back to human and brown in their appearance, and she shakes her head, taking her arm and guiding her further into the building. ]

I haven't been outside. [ kisa hesitates for a moment, looking her over. angry red lines stand out starkly against the woman's alabaster skin, along with a mark that's identical to the one etched down her throat and chest, and it doesn't look like scratching has provided her with any relief. ] Are you - how long ago did it start?

[ right now, it seems she's the only one feeling frantic, which doesn't exactly bring her any comfort, since it means she's got a weakness here against something. and if there's anything lorna's never been very good at coping with, it's having open vulnerability with no way of controlling it.

hands rubbing over the jacket, like she's still fighting the will to keep scratching, she peers back outside, knowing it could only be the most obvious thing. ]

It's the rain. It did something to my clothes and then suddenly I started to — [ she brings her hand up to her neck, nails curling to scrape her throat, swallowing. ] Shit, it's like — [ she shudders, eyes involuntary fluttering at the satisfying sensation of it. ] It's like it helps to scratch, but it's not enough.

[ it's only because she's been outside while kisa hasn't. she isn't sure anyone here is immune to whatever the city decides to do to them, but at least one can avoid drinking or eating if they want to. the weather is inescapable, and kisa's eyes narrow as the woman continues to scratch at herself, stepping closer to her.

she hesitates, reaching out but coming just shy of touching her, not wanting the woman to feel any more exposed or violated than she already does. she notices the slight fluttering of her eyelids and wonders if there's something more to the scratching than just relieving the itch. ]

My nails are pretty long. Do you want me to try? [ maybe it would help her if another person did it. ]

[ lorna's breath briefly catches as the girl reaches out to her. in truth, she wouldn't normally like to be touched, typically having issues with anyone getting into her space unless there's a good deal of trust in place first, on account of the fact that a majority of people who want to get their hands on her aren't exactly looking to be friendly about.

she looks at the girl, searching for any signs of potential malice and doesn't find any, but it isn't long before she realizes she doesn't exactly care right now, one way or another. she sees her offered hand, the lengthy nails, and all that comes to her mind is the desire to have that scrape over her skin. ]

Usually, this would be kind of weird, but — yeah. [ she picks at the collar of the jacket, pulling it aside just enough to expose a bit more of her neck. ] Can you?

[ kisa's been in that same position, which is why she'd been wary about making the offer and conscious to make it instead of reaching out and starting to scratch unprompted. the woman eventually accepts it, pointing out how strange it is, and she doesn't disagree. culebras don't really hold themselves to human standards, but it's still odd.

but what isn't odd about this place? ]

Okay. [ she comes closer, reaching for the spot the woman's indicated, and lets her feel the pressure of her nails for a second. they're long, filed to points and painted a deep, nearly black red, and kisa meets her eyes, nodding slightly to her before scratching. ]

Let me know if it gets to be too much.

[ she imagines it's going to be instantly weird the moment those nails touch her skin, because even if she craves the scratch, it's going to be extremely awkward to have a complete stranger doing it for her. even when the girl reaches over, lorna momentarily holds her breath, preparing herself for it, and just about ready to wave it off and change her mind.

but then the nails touch, those sharpened points giving a light scrape, and she gasps that held breath, eyelids fluttering involuntarily at the satisfying sensation. ]

No, it's — it's good. [ swallowing, she closes her eyes fully, trying to maintain herself. ] Keep going.

[ there's a moment where she pauses, watching the woman for any negative reaction to what she's doing. but her reaction is one of pleasure, not pain, and kisa continues scratching at her request, careful not to press too deep with her nails.

she's not trying to draw blood, but the woman has already been scratching and there were spots of it dotting along the angry red lines she's already marked her skin with. more of it is brought to the surface the longer she keeps scratching and kisa can feel her fangs start to protrude as her eyes shift from brown to gold again.

she swallows, willing her fangs back as she looks at the woman, pausing at a spot just above her breast. her eyes remain gold, unbeknownst to her. ]

I don't want to hurt you. [ she blinks, and her eyes go back to brown again. ] Is it helping at all?

[ scratching an itch would naturally bring some relief, but lorna doesn't expect it to feel as good as it does, to feel as arousing as it does. caught up in the daze of feeling those scraping nails, in the way they move across her skin, in wanting them to simply keep going, she doesn't even give attention to keeping herself covered up, careless in even trying to keep the jacket covering up her breasts.

as she shudders, her nipples tighten, pointed now with newly strained arousal instead of just the cold rain and her breath falls heavier, nearing a pant as she aches for more. ]

I'm not fragile. [ she utters, eyes opening half-lidded as she looks at her, her fingers falling over her wrist before they graze gently across her arms, encouragingly, as she guides her with her while taking a few steps back, until she feel the support of a wall braced against her. ] Give me more.

[ kisa holds her gaze for a moment, catching something charged in her stare, and nods. something tells her that she knows her limits and isn't one to allow someone to push beyond them, and if she's okay with her scratching harder kisa's happy to comply with the request. in spite of her reaction, she's had over a thousand years to practice control.

she moves her hand towards the center of the woman's chest and runs her fingernails down, scratching over her sternum before working them over her sides and torso. her arousal is evident and kisa hasn't missed it, but she's still careful to avoid her breasts, unless she makes a request to be touched there. ]

[ she's relieved to find there's no hesitance once she gives the approval, that as soon as she requests for more, it's what she gets in the form of sliding nails that glide down across her skin, driving down and across the expanse of whatever she's able to expose.

lorna doesn't think of composure or control anymore, driven now by those scratches like sharp points of stimulation, feeling every scrape dig beneath her like a fiery heat burning hotter with every touch.

she arches herself into it, breath panting a little heavier as her fingers slide tighter around the wrist of the outstretched arm, her other hand reaching out to clutch the girl at her hip, urging her in closer. ]

[ she keeps at it, her path eventually straying over and underneath her breasts as the woman arches into her touch, silently encouraging her to keep going, go harder, go everywhere. she surprises her by taking hold of her wrist and tightening her arm around her waist, her hips colliding with hers as they're pressed together.

kisa wets her lips, looking at the woman with brown eyes again, rolling her hips forward. ]

More? [ does she want to be scratched more, does she want something else entirely? kisa's leaving how they progress up to her. ]

[ she draws her in on impulse, not really considering her movements with any rational thought other than what she instinctively wants, her fingers curling into the woman's hip even tighter when their hips bump together, heated friction swerving against her jeans with the shifting roll.

with the question, she almost laughs with a panted breath, nodding her head as she leans in close, nose bumping hers. ]

More. [ she utters the word like a low whisper, shuddering from the scratches before she boldly leans in even closer, taking wet lips with her own in a tentative kiss. ]

[ she can appreciate operating on instinct, on what feels good in the moment. she's more or less been doing that since she's arrived, and as the other woman pulls her even closer and she feels the heat of her skin and smells her blood even stronger, and it stokes both kinds of hunger inside her, making her breath catch.

she smiles as lorna laughs, leans in close enough to utter her encouragement against her lips before claiming her mouth in a kiss. she doesn't hesitate before kissing back, a careful press of their mouths as her hand comes around to her back underneath her jacket, raking her nails over the skin that she's lacked access to until now. ]

[ with the hands slipping beneath the jacket to trace across her bare back, she earns the graze of nails on a new stretch of skin, the sensation so exhilarating that she moans into the kiss, the sound vibrating a soft, hungry noise between the caress of lips.

nothing's more encouraging than the confirmation of that mutual want, of a mouth that presses back against her own, of a body that leans into hers, her own breasts tucking tight against the girl's shirt as she arches in even closer with the hands at her back, electrifying the sensations along her spine.

a hand curls up into her hair, tangling those strands within her fingers before guiding her in a more eager kiss, dark green painted nails carefully scratching against her scalp. ]

[ the woman moans into her mouth as they keep kissing, and kisa digs her nails in a little deeper as she scratches, hoping to satiate her further. but she's distracted when she's pulled flush against her bare chest and her fingers tangle in her hair, and she moans back, rubbing against her, wishing she were similarly unclothed so she could properly feel her. she deepens the kiss, tongue exploring her mouth as she starts scratching again, giving another rock against her hips. ]

[ she tries to maintain focus on that kiss, to give her the full dedication of her mouth when it's reciprocated, but it's hard to concentrate even on those tasteful lips when the glide of those nails carry on scraping at her skin, each glide of fingers working against her like it might very well be touching her elsewhere, every sensation working its way right between her legs to make her even more wet.

with a stronger whimper against her mouth, tongue licking its way in, hips rocking up against hers, she shifts to dig her thigh between the parting of legs, trying to grind up a friction of her own jeans to the apex, to give the girl something to ride as they both chase for more. ]

[ she can sense that the scratching is having an effect on her, especially when she's this close, even without hearing her moan. her knee shifts to dig in between kisa's legs and she tightens her arm around her back to gain some leverage as she grinds down, groaning a little at the contact. her teeth come out to play next (though she's careful to keep her fangs in check), nipping lightly at her lower lip as she rocks onto her again. ]

[ she gasps a moan in response to those nipping teeth, the stinging sensation as satisfying and exhilarating as the rest of the scrapes on her body. with a hazy smile, she groans that satisfaction. tongue gliding against her lip in a playful lick, affirming her enjoyment of the bite, even tempting for something harder, aroused enough to care little for taking things gentle.

rounding her palm down against her ass, she clutches a tight hold for leverage as she grinds forward, rubbing her thigh harder between her legs, as her own body rubs forward against the girl's hip, jeans rubbing a better friction. ]

[ the girl knows what she wants. more importantly, she knows what she's doing, and kisa sighs in response to her driving her thigh even harder into her, grabbing onto her ass to hold her tight and let her feel it. she rocks down harder, craving more of that friction and contact, wanting to take things further.

her hand comes back around to lorna's front, pushing the shoulder of her jacket down before she traces her hand down to palm over her breast. her mouth parts from hers and she starts working it down, pressing messy kisses along her jawline and trailing down to her throat. ]

[ even half-naked as she is, somehow it's all still too much clothing, even when a part of herself acknowledges that this isn't even the right place to be doing this, but not finding that she even cares too much. the thrill of those nails has her wanting more and more, especially when kisa's grinding so hard on her thigh that all lorna wants to do is replace her leg with her fingers or her mouth and do a little more to give her more direct pleasure.

but it's all a lot at once, so much to desire, so much to think about, and she's driven to not think at all when a mouth presses down stronger kisses to her throat, coaxing her to draw her head back and welcome every bit of suction, every caress.

with the palm at her breast, the firm rub tightening her nipple against that touch, she craves more access of her own, fingers dipping beneath her shirt for a massaging caress along her side, not caring if she can take it off completely somehow or if she can just lift it enough for her to offer a groping touch of her own. ]

[ there's bound to be somewhere else more appropriate than this, but kisa doesn't want to stop what they're doing to move, even as the shop owner gives them a dirty look through the shop window. the woman's hand works beneath her shirt and she moans a little at the contact, moving her hand down to circle her thumb around her nipple. her mouth moves to her shoulder, teeth coming out to nip lightly at her skin.

her free arm winds tighter around her, rocking down again and again, and she's not affected the way lorna is, but the contact still feels good enough to make her crave more of it with much less clothing. ]

[ almost better than even the scratches is that bite at her skin, the graze of her teeth making her shudder with delight as it's paired with the rubbing strokes to her nipple, amplifying the arousal that courses all through her body. it even draws out a groan from her throat, rumbled and deep before it transforms into a lighter whimper, needy with desire.

it makes her more eager to brush up that shirt, yanking that and the girl's bra upwards until it bundles up high at her chest, giving her that freedom to offer her own groping palm, massaging up over her breast before she pinches her fingers to a nipple. ]

[ there's more where that came from, but there's more involved in drinking from someone than just sustenance and kisa hasn't wanted to spring that on the people she's been intimate with. it's jarring enough to be a new arrival and have things like aphrodisiacs in drinks and food and weather that disintegrates clothing thrown at you, and kisa knows that she's just been trying to keep her head above water since arriving.

so instead of letting her fangs protrude, she keeps at it with lighter grazes of her lips, teeth, and tongue along her skin. the woman pushes her shirt and bra up until her breasts are revealed and she moans as her hand moves over her breast, arching into the pinch before she rocks down onto her thigh again.

evidently that's enough for the shop owner, and she knocks at the door, glaring at them both. kisa's eyes flash gold at the woman as she glares back before she looks back at lorna, breathless and wanting. ]

We should go. [ to where, she doesn't care, but she wants this to continue. ]

[ whatever the rain's done to her, it's given enough influence to amplify that sense of carelessness already existing within her, the very same where she stops giving thought to what anyone thinks of her and goes about doing exactly what she wants. and right now, she's even willing to go this far, to stripping enough clothing for her to feel those fingers explore more touch, for her own mouth to dip between a pair of nice thighs, for anything to achieve that desirable sense of pleasure she's aching for so badly.

she doesn't want to stop, and even when there's the knock behind them, she's ignoring it in favor of nudging her lips against her jaw, breathless until she meets her gaze.

it's torturous to even consider breaking away but she manages a nod. ] My apartment's a few blocks away. We'd have to brace the rain, maybe even lose a few more clothes. [ she shrugs a shoulders, lips in half a smirk. ] Won't even be my fault.

[ since she's already nudge he shirt up, fingers still stroking over her breast, thumb dancing against a nipple absentmindedly even as she speaks. ]

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