duplicitymemes | TDM #17

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TDM #17

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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 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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[Apparently, getting his attention and attraction is as easy as being willing to let yourself be manhandled into massaging his pecs. Because Victor trails after John, looking him up and down and realizing just how nice of a body this good boy's got.

The dirty alleyway is suitable, reminds him of home and Victor has always been a fan of a proper brick wall at his back. Gives John a saucy side-eye right before he leans back against the brick, unbuttoning his shirt enough to expose the puffy, pink hint of his nipples.]

Don't think that's gonna be a problem, [The touch is just as good as the first time, but the added pressure and kneading with those firm fingers...Victor can't help the groan that slips free.] Fuckin' hell that's it.

[ It's been awhile since Reaper's felt this dirty. The last time had to be back in South America when they had to protect UAC oil tanks at the cost of the indigenous villages' homeland. But he did it because the paychecks were good. ]

Holy shit. [ Now that he's gotten a good look at what he's up against, he might be a little concerned. ] Your nipples are huge.

[ That usually comes from hormone-level disruption. Maybe too much estrogen in his system, or this shitty place is fucking with him. He sure doesn't envy the guy, although he is riding high from the smell of endorphins bubbling up off of Victor's skin. Makes it rather easy to tell if he's digging his fingers in the right spot by the spikes of euphoria.

His thumb and forefinger encircle the puffy nipple, giving it a tight, experimental squeeze. ]

Thanks, know how to make a guy feel real fuckin' special.

[Not that he is in the mood to bitch about free massaging services on the side of the road. His nipples did look a bit bigger than normal this morning, but he wasn't able to pay too much attention to comparing nickles and quarters against the size.

Be so much easier if Roman were here. At least John had the balls to walk down the same side of the street he was on.

Thoughts go out the window the moment John squeezes down, eyes rolling back and a moan that would make a porn blush reverberates off the building walls.]

Oh fuck, keep doin that.

[ Another heavy sigh leaves his nose as Reaper blocks out Victor's bitching, or some of it anyway. The obscene moan is compounded by the wave of sweet-smelling pleasure that hits him like a punch in the gut. And that's when he feels beads of sweat sitting on his forehead, along his upper lip. ]

Yeah, yeah, long as you keep it down. Jesus Christ!

[ His grip slips when a milky discharge dribbles into his palm. At first he figures it's just sweat, but it's staining the fabric of Victor's shirt. And when Reaper grabs him again, squeezes the swollen tissue to chases after the Victor's raptured high, he sees the same liquid squirt out the ducts along his nipple. ]

[Keep it down, it’d be easier for him to hunt down the Batman then keep quiet. The pressure, that sharp ache suddenly releases the same time a burst of wetness trickles down his swollen, sensitive skin. He doesn’t look down, far too busy hitting the back of his head against the wall, rocking his hips out.

The intensity of the relieve of tension brings an unexpected rush of heat elsewhere. Not that Victor minds the sudden burning heat in his stomach.

Offers John a little half smile, though, for being such a good sport.]

I knew you had good hands.

[ The smell Victor gives off is as good as any orgasms he's wrung out of the women here. And maybe that would be concerning if he could see past the satisfying taste in the air, eyes blown wide, body acting without thought.

Reaper crowds into the other man's space, nosing along his temple, down to his neck as he takes in a big lungful. ]

Yeah, whatever. Just shut up for a minute...

[He watches John come close, crowding him further against the stonewall, eyes dark with a dangerous glint as he settles in against him. With a little growl, smug in tone, Victor slips an arm around John's waist. That hand landing firmly on his ass to keep him nice and close.

Chuckles lightly against his ear.]

Gonna have to make me be quiet, soldier boy.

[ Fine. With that resigned look of his again, Reaper plucks the hand groping him off his ass with an iron vice. Fight all he wants, but Victor isn't moving an inch closer with that hand now pinned to the brick wall.

The other, his gloved hand, covers the man's mouth. He squeezes just hard enough to make his bones creak. ]

Shut. The fuck. Up.

[ Now with his captive sufficiently silenced, Reaper bends his head back down to breathe in the last of that lingering relief and pleasure Victor had eked out. ]

[John's going to get a lot stronger of a scent now that Victor's been pinned to the wall. He's not much for playing passive and submissive in any kind of exchange, especially with someone whose name isn't spelled R-o-m-a-n, but it might be the pills influencing a bit more of a masochistic streak.

He rolls his hips forward, dragging them against John's thigh with an awfully pleased groan slipping through gloved fingers. No doubt reeking to John of sharp arousal, cigarette smoke, and gun powder in some dangerously potent musk.

Beneath all of that, however, is the cloyingly sweet stink of milk.]

[It's not that Roman is in the habit of looking in the Down's dark alleys at the people who writhe and squirm and fuck there. He tries not to, as a matter of fact. It's just, he thinks he hears a particular voice, one that gets cut off rather abruptly. So it won't hurt just to poke his head down the alley and see what's going on, will it?

No, it won't hurt. It won't hurt seeing a stripe-patterned bowling shirt and bleach-blond hair on the person getting pinned up against the wall. Won't hurt seeing his shirt open. Won't hurt seeing him arch against some random stranger like a horny animal.

It won't hurt Roman. It will, however, hurt one of the other men, because what in the goddamn hell are they doing?]

Zsasz! [His voice booms from one end of the alley to the other, and he lets it echo before he stomps down the alley toward them.] There you are. [He looks from Victor to the stranger and back again, smiling with all the faux sweetness he can muster, voice high and tight and clipped.] Whatcha doin'?

[ Now that they've got an audience (and it seems this guy might be spoken for), Reaper finds the strength to pull away from Victor. He drops his hands from the man's body and gives the stranger a once over.

He stinks. He stinks as bad as Victor before the overlay of lust clouded his senses.

No way he's going to explain what the hell they just did. His eyes land back on Victor for an answer. ]

[Of all the people he thought would run into him in a dark alleyway in the Down, Roman was not among them. But he's here now, that tight smile stretching across his pretty face, looking at John like he wants to gut him.

God, he fucking looks beautiful when he's jealous and angry. Victor wants to see more of it, get more of a reaction.

He steps closer to John, looping an arm around his waist to pull him close. His shirt is still open, his "tits" still puffy and swollen, shimmering from the light few drops of milk.]

Havin' a friend help me with a problem. He was doin' a pretty good job too.

[Oh, so that's the score, is it? Victor just casually grabbing on people, letting them squeeze at his tits like it's Mardi Gras. He's hardly been here a week and he already thinks he can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, without even letting Roman know.

Okay. Alright.

He turns and fixes his dangerous smile on the stranger.]

And who is your friend? I don't believe we've met. [He thrusts a gloved hand out for a shake (but mostly to get those hands off of his Victor).] Roman Sionis. You may have heard of me.

[From Insecurity, maybe, or from the extremely public murder case he and Zsasz were a part of last year. Maybe the stranger knows that -- Zsasz looks pretty distinct, after all. Maybe he likes it. Likes grabbing a murderer's chest, pinning him to the wall. And that certainly won't stand as long as Roman is around, now, will it?]

[ Like gasoline on fire, the stench of crazy between these two seems to be feeding off of each other. He really doesn't want to give this man his name, but Victor already knows it. There's no point in trying to be "mysterious" now. ]

John. [ He offers his gloved hand, too. Fingerless because he's so cool and edgelord. ] Maybe. I don't really pay attention.

[ He has his friends, sure, but the rest are all potential assholes ready to exploit him and his DNA. The last thing he wants is to draw any attention to himself. ]

[Roman's look is dangerous, that terrifying glint in his eye Victor gets to see when he's a misplaced hair away from a complete and utter meltdown. Normally, right about now Victor would be quickly de-escalating the situation as fast he could to save whatever nearby expensive vase that was in danger of shattering.

The "vase" he's holding on to seems a lot stronger than a delicate, beautiful thing of glass. So he holds on, brushing his nose against John's neck as he breathes in slow and deep.]

I like yer cologne. [He lies, fingers tightening around the curve of John's waist.] Should tell Roman the name.

[Roman squeezes down on Reaper's hand hard, shaking it a little too forcefully. He lets go with a stiff smile, which quickly fades when Victor pulls that stunt. He can feel his face going red. Knows he's about to have a... little explosion, how about that.]

Victor. [He fakes a smile, blood pressure rising.] Has something gotten into you?

[It could be the city fucking with him. It usually is. But Roman's pissed either way that Victor seems to be demanding attention from someone who isn't him.]

[ Jesus. What is happening? Every alarm bell is ringing inside his head, almost overwhelming the heated conversation that's bubbling up between this Roman and Victor. ]

I don't wear cologne. [ He makes sure that's abundantly clear. ] Your buddy needed a little help, so I helped him.

[ And if Roman keeps giving him that fucking look, Reaper's gonna toss Vickie to the side and give this asshole a piece of his mind. ]

You sure? Smell fuckin' too good naturally then. [He says knowingly committing the sin of ignoring Roman's question. He's not on anything affecting his mood, he's just, well, got milk dripping out of his nipples.

Shrugging, he nuzzles John's skin.]

He really helped out.

[Damn it, Victor should be giving him those compliments! It infuriates Roman to know that, so soon after Victor came back, he'd start fucking around with any random ass fucker who came around. Like Roman's not good enough for him.

He doesn't once stop to think that Victor's doing this on purpose to make him angry. He's just naturally angry, unable to think straight like usual. Victor is normally the only one who can calm him down in this state, so to have him riling him up... The outcome doesn't look good.]

Yes, well, my buddy doesn't need you anymore when he has me, so. [He reaches forward and pokes John firmly on the shoulder. It's all he can do to avoid stabbing him in the gut.] You can go.

Great. You can help your buddy out with his tits— [ Finally Reaper's had enough and he pulls Victor's hand off of him for the second time. Y'all! Stop touching him!! ]

[Victor frowns, because there is nothing soft enough about his face to be described as a "pout," when John pulls away. Not that he completely leaves John's immediate personal space, not when Roman is standing right there fuming so deliciously because of Victor's misplaced attention.

Chuckling he shrugs and, without regarding Roman, says to John.]

Naw, buddy, he's got delicate hands. Why'd you think I asked you, soldier boy?

[That is more than enough. Roman won't tolerate this-- this blatant disrespect. Clearly, he wants this stranger gone, so why isn't Victor making that happen? Victor is supposed to do everything he says. Victor is supposed to make him happy.

And "buddy?" Buddy? Oh, no. No fucking way.]

Victor! [He snaps, reaching out to snatch up Victor's wrist and tug it sharply.] I don't care how delicate his hands are, you are coming back to the club with me, do you understand me?

[ All right. Time to go. Reaper steps back slowly, then again, one more time, in the hopes that this psychotic pretty boy will take this other psycho off his hands. ]

Okay. Have fun, Victor.

[While he's not entirely ready to give up John, after all, he's been so accommodating with those hands of his, he lets Roman tug him close. However, he does keep himself firm and in place when Roman tries to redirect him in the direction of the club.

Clicking his tongue, he nods toward John/]

What, and let him just go in the middle of a job?

What "job," milking you like a dairy cow? How the fuck did you even-- [He waves a hand wildly at Victor's milk-soaked chest.] --get like this?! You should have come right to me when it started!

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