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TDM #17
« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »
« « « ALL ON DISPLAY
» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «
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
![]() 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
![]() 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
![]() 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!! |
Kilgrave | MCU TV | Dominant [Content Warning]
🟣 All on Display
Disoriented, displaced. Suddenly surrounded by strangers in lab coats, poking and prodding him.
"Stop!" he shouted, over and over, increasingly insistently, panic rising. His voice was his primary defense, he barely thought to try to lash out physically, to try to push them away. He was used to people just listening. He saw his parents faces on all of them, ignoring his pleas, taking blood with one needle and injecting something else with another. Just one more test, Kevin, but it was never just one test, was it.
And then it was over, and Kilgrave was standing on the street, naked, his arms full of plastic clothing while a limo pulled up in front of him.
🟣 All Aboard
It had been a brief reprieve in the rain as Kilgrave had made for the train from his newfound residence, but as he stepped off the train there was a full downpour going. He was wearing a very nice purple suit, and had no intention of getting it soaking wet.
"You-" he said, pointing at the nearest person coming off the train with him. "Hold that umbrella over me."
🟣 Supplemental Income
Kilgrave is in possession of a package of unidentified mystery drugs. He skimmed the instructions, largely not caring about the monetary payoff. Money was largely irrelevant to someone who could ask someone to give him whatever he wanted at any time. He was kind of interested to see what the drugs did though.
"You-" he said, turning to the closest person standing near him in the club. "Take these," he commanded, and handed them a handful of different pills.
🟣 Sticky Fingers
Before he knew what was happening, Kilgrave's umbrella was snatched out of his hand and a punk started running down the street to join his raggedy looking friends who seemed to be having a run of it. In a moment, the downpour was coming down on his nice suit.
"Come back here, you little shit," Kilgrave said, in a tone that sounded like a sneer. To his friends' amazement he did exactly that, turning around and coming back to Kilgrave. "Give me that."
Kilgrave snatched the umbrella back from him and looked the punk up and down. Exceptionally unimpressive. It seems there was trash no matter where you went. "Go jump into traffic," he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. The prick wasn't even worth a creative punishment. The world would just be slightly better off without him in it.
The youth obedient marched out into the middle of the street, just barely pulled back by his friends before a car smashed him into pulp on the street. A violent wrestling match ensued as they tried to keep him from jumping into the next car.
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Any passerby would probably be concerned for the guy who almost met his death, but Margo has washed graffiti off of the apothecary about ten too many times to care about the safety of the gangs of Duplicity. She’s bitter and not very fond of the locals.
Margo should be listening to the side of her that’s telling her to get home safely, but instead her curiosity gets the best of her. Holding her umbrella over her to shield herself from the rain, she approaches Kilgrave with a faint smile playing on her lips. She tilts her head inquisitively and eyes him. He looks like any other man, but there’s clearly something different about him.
“How did you do that?”
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He's pulled from his personal inspection by the approach of a beautiful woman.
There's something familiar about the scene, a woman coming upon Kilgrave just after he made a public display of his powers. An intense fascination. He dismisses it quickly, though, focusing instead on her. It was interesting that he jumped to the conclusion that he did something. Very few people tended to assume he was responsible for doing insane things, like jumping into traffic. All he did was say something, after all.
"Maybe he just realized the only positive effect he could ever have on society is to remove himself from it," Kilgrave suggested. "A very different caliber of person compared to you, for instance."
He held out a hand for hers. "May I have your name?"
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“The gangs in Duplicity are a complete nuisance. Graffiti, violence, and now umbrella theft. You’re lucky you’re a Dominant. Submissives get the worst of it.” The mark down her throat means she gets the brunt of Duplicity’s bullshit. The SIN guards harass her, the Rubies and the Bulldogs do the same, and businesses have the right to refuse her business, but she isn’t whining right now. Kilgrave is a stranger and she saves the complaining for her girlfriends.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks him over. “I haven’t seen you around before. Do you come to this part of town often?” He could be new, but she doesn’t like to assume. The only time you can really tell is when people are walking around town fresh from walking through one of those two doors in their government issued paper gown.
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All Aboard
“What the hell??” He’s doing something to her. Liz is familiar with beings gifted with unique abilities. It doesn’t mean she was expecting to run into one on the train. “Maybe get your own fucking umbrella and stop what you’re doing.” She glowers at him, severely pissed off as one of her best outfits begins to dissolve into nothingness.
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"I don't recall doing anything, I just asked a favor. If you're so concerned about staying dry, why not share it with me?" He extended out his arm, inviting her into his embrace.
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“Sure… Why not…” This is all incredibly weird, but she links her arm with his. At least she’s out of the rain and her tattered outfit is spared from further destruction. Liz isn’t very keen on public nudity.
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supplemental income
So far, she's come up with nothing. And spoken to no one, except to tell them to get out of her way. As a dominant, her attitude doesn't get her into any trouble. She has no reason to curb it, and lays the full brunt of a sneer onto the first person to address her, a reedy Terran standing nearby. The pollution of his voice in the already noisy club sparks a sharp, peculiar pain in her skull.
"You take them." Her glare bores into him, waiting.
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This... woman? She does look rather strange. He wonders if he may have miscalculated approaching her. Still, she had reacted somewhat when he told her to do something, hadn't she? Perhaps she just needed a stronger nudge.
"No, you take them," he said. The veins in his face started to bulge slightly, and his face took on a purple hue. "Now."
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The brief flare of pain returns and remains, an aching grind behind her eyes. He's doing it. Little whelp. Nebula snaps her hand around his wrist, as tight and inflexible as a vise, and crowds his space menacingly.
"Take them," she commands lowly, giving his wrist a squeeze, "or I break it." She'll do the same if he cries for help.
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cw: violence
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Seeing the kid walk into traffic makes Marlo’s jaw drop and nearly causes her to drop her umbrella, as well. She puts a hand to her mouth and nearly walks out into the street to see if he’s okay along with his friends, but stands back when she sees that he has plenty of support with him already. This city is insane, but she doesn’t usually see people behaving suicidally.
Marlo looks around, still shocked, and glances over at the man who had spoken to the oddly impulsive young man before he’d headed into traffic. “My god, did you see that? What was he thinking?”
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"Who knows what people are thinking in this place, am I right?" he tries to play off casually. "There's probably some kind of madness taking over. We should get away before it spreads, don't you think?"
He placed a hand around her hip and urged her to follow him down the street.
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“I hope everyone is alright back there…” Marlo trails off looking off into the distance. She has people to worry about in this place, people she cares about, but she shakes her head, forgetting her worries for a brief moment in an effort to be polite and looks to Kilgrave.
“I’m sorry. I’m wrapped up in my own thoughts. I’m Marlo.” Her lips curve into a small smile. “Thanks for getting me out of there.”
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I just realized 'fuck me with a railroad spike' would be a literal command
Oh no XD
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"You take them," she tells him, opening her hand and looking up at him with the saccharine smile of someone utterly used to people doing what they're told whether they want to or not. "Now."
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"Anything for you, love," he said, taking the pills and the tequila from her hands and shotgunning the lot. The moment afterward, he wasn't sure that had been the smartest idea.
"Tell me your name," he said, reaching out for her hand. He had to know.
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Watching the man in front of her swallow the pills, not knowing what they're going to do, she feels both a heady pleasure and a pit in her stomach, but she doesn't pull away when he takes her hand. Instead, she answers easily. Too easily, really.
"Serena. Serena Clarke. What's your name?"
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Supplemental Income
Only once they'd been swallowed did she stare at him with wide eyes. "Wait... What the hell did you just give me? And how?"
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"And you took it orally, I believe," he reminded her condescendingly. Kind of a dumb question, really. Maybe she had short term memory issues.
He looked at her expectantly. "Do you feel any different? I wonder how long it takes for them to take effect."
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Skimming the list of side effects, her eyes widened. "Some of this isn't physically possible!" Her cheeks were beginning to flush as the substances began to move through her body.
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Sticky Fingers
What he doesn't expect is for the kid to come back when called. Sure, it looks like the man in the purple suit is a Dominant, but that doesn't mean everyone's immediately going to listen. No, there's something off about the way the teen stumbles back and hands over the pilfered umbrella.
More off is the way he jumps into traffic without question at a single command. Roman blinks, looking between the group of wrestling, panicked kids and the man who sent one of them into a fit.
"The fuck-- Hey," he says, jogging up to catch up with the stranger. "Hey. Did you do that?" He jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the teens, one of whom is still single-mindedly determined to get out in front of a semi truck.
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Kilgrave kept his pace, not even looking back at the increasingly backed up traffic and the mid-street wrestling match.
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"You don't have to play dumb with me. I'm not gonna tell anyone," Roman says, speeding up a little to walk beside Kilgrave. "I'm just impressed."
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All aboard
"Who the hell are you?"
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"Is that how you were taught to go about introductions?" Nobody raised children correctly anymore. He knew this from firsthand experience. "Try again, but more politely," he said.
They had gotten off the train in Fiddler's square, so there was plenty to see and do. Kilgrave almost wanted a tour guide to take him to all the hot spots, show him where the connected people congregated. This boy obviously wasn't that. He would do alright as an umbrella stand if he could manage his manners properly, however.
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"I'm Tommy, who are you?"
That's...better? He doesn't even rush through it, because that's polite. Damn, how long is he going to be stuck here, holding an umbrella over a stranger's head? He shoves his free hand in his pocket, and keeps his eyes open in the very unlikely case that someone who could help him walks by.
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