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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[ 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!

You weren't around, you were taking care of club business so I had to find some other way to get it sorted.

The milk didn't start coming out until right now, though. That's new.

[The other man is gone, from what Roman can tell out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps glaring at Victor. They're clearly going to need to re-assert some boundaries here.]

Listen. In this place, every time you start to feel strange, you have to assume something's happening to you. Probably something sexual. And since it's sexual, I don't want you doing a god damn thing with anyone else unless you have my permission. Okay?

[It's a new rule, one he didn't have in place when Victor was here before. But, for some reason, after being without him for three more months, he feels protective. Angry. Jealous. He doesn't want Victor just fucking any random person in the street, and that means no doing anything that could lead to fucking, either. Certainly no one milking his fucking tits in broad daylight.]

[He's not entirely surprised by the reaction, Victor doubts he would have been even half as calm as Roman is currently. John would be no more than a pile of skinless flesh on the pavement if he had his way.

That being said, Roman is not in any danger of being milked by a good-looking soldier with big hands. That's Zsasz. And, well, look at the response that got him?

He has to fight not to smile or preen under the attention.]

What I was just walkin' boss, didn't mean to start feelin' pain in the chest.

You're not listening to me.

[Roman tugs Victor hard by the arm until they're flush chest to chest. Grabs his chin for good measure, digging his thumb into his scruffy jaw.]

I don't want other people feeling you up without me knowing about it. I don't care what this city does to you. You're mine, do you understand me?

[Roman really does know the fastest way to his heart and his cock. It's very rare Roman uses their height difference against him, even if it is barely two inches. Still, Victor arches slightly, looking up with those dark, dead eyes of his, wetting his lips.]

Maybe you should show me.

[I like you mad.]

[Roman's eyes widen, flicking from Victor's eyes to his lips and back again. Then they narrow. Horny little brat... He knows Victor's game now.]

If it wouldn't get us both locked up, I'd fuck you in the middle of the street right now. [He practically growls it against Victor's lips.] Make sure everyone knows you're mine.

Can’t tell me a little jail time is keepin’ you from makin’ your mark.

[He chuckles a little, nipping at Roman’s lips.]

Do I need to find someone else to give me a touch up?

[A dark look passes over Roman's face.]

A little jail time for you is time in the People Zoo for me. No thanks.

[He heaves Victor against the nearest wall, forcing a knee between his legs.]

I'll do all the touching up you need.

[He doesn't like the sound of that, even if Roman's dark look makes him shiver.

Pushing against Roman, Victor grinds down against Roman's thigh.]

Gettin' bored, Roman, come on.

[Bored? With him? Oh, no no no. That simply won't do. Roman growls, reaching down to grab Victor's ass, pull him against his thigh nice and firm.]

What, so you need to be milked now? Okay. Fine. [Lifting a hand, he grabs one of Victor's nipples, squeezing hard, tugging on it. Milk sprays out, splatters onto his suit, and he frowns down at the mess.] Eww!

[There are a lot of times when Victor lets Roman take what he wants and needs. The man works hard, Victor's there to lighten the load, they both get something out of it and Roman prefers not to work hard.

Yet, there are some times, few and far between, where Victor likes to make his daddy work for it. Just like now.

His laugh is cut off partway with a groan, head thunking back against the wall. Looking down, he notices the spray of milk and gives a little soft and amused sigh. Reaches out, letting his thumb skim over the now damp fabric.]

Didn't think you'd want to get your hands dirty with this.

[Roman kind of doesn't want to get his hands dirty, but he can't exactly stop now. Besides, there's something alluring about it. He likes the way Victor groans, the way his head tosses back. Wants to see more of it.]

Don't make assumptions. [He frowns, looking down at Victor's leaking chest. Slowly trails the pad of his thumb over a swollen nipple.] God, look at you... They're fucking huge.

Sorry. [He says, completely empty, a little half-lidded look sent Roman's way.

Though he can't stop the soft gasp that slips out of him. His chest is so sensitive any stray touch or even a hard blow of wind could send him into full-body spasms.]

Could barely fuckin' button the damn shirt this morning. See why now.

Jesus, no wonder...

[Roman takes half a step back, reaching out with both hands. He pushes Victor's shirt to either side, showing off his scarred, swollen chest. Roman cups underneath his tits, feeling the heft of them, the weight of the milk inside.]

You're like a fucking cow. [He frowns, taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, massaging a few more drops out of it.] Or a pregnant bitch... Eww.

[And yet, he doesn't look disgusted enough to stop. Seems quite fixated on Victor's chest, actually.]

Nn-

[He didn't even realize they were as heavy as they are until Roman lifts them up. The relief is immeasurable, the sensation drives him to the tips of his toes and balancing on Roman's thigh. Can't stop the trembling moan that wheezes out of him, all due to Roman's simple assessment of his chest.]

That's stupid, [He says breathlessly.] 'M not either of those things.

I can tell you aren't, I'm not fucking blind.

[Still... God, it's insane. He's going to have to drill it in Victor's head to stop taking shit from the city and putting it into his body, but for now...]

God damn it, Victor... What am I supposed to do with you? [He asks, while rubbing Victor's leaking nipples with his thumbs.]

Keep doin' what you're doin? [He offers, hopeful and with a little hint of a smile.

He catches on a sharp breath at the touch of Roman's thumbs. God, he's so fucking sensitive. Were his nipples always like this, or is this one of the side-effects of the milk?]

Feels good when you do that.

[Roman keeps doing it, the pads of his thumbs getting slick with the few drops of milk that leak out at the ministrations. He squeezes one, mystified at how it comes out. Not like he's never lactated himself, but it never stops being grossly fascinating.]

Ugh, they're so swollen... How much fucking milk do you have in there?

Fuck if I know. [He lets his head fall back against the wall and tilt to the side. Feels so much better, even with the aches and pains of his sore chest, with Roman's minstrations. He didn't know his chest could hurt so bad and so intensely before.]

Feels like a lot.

[Roman, at that moment, is struck with the strange, overwhelming urge to lean down and take one of Victor's nipples into his mouth. He doesn't, though, instead looking up and down the alleyway to see if anyone is nearby. A few people walk the streets to his left, but none of them so much as glance twice at the pair having a tryst in the alleyway.

Roman doesn't care. He doesn't want to do this in this filthy fucking spot.]

Let's get you back to my place. [He draws his hands back, wiping them on Victor's pants.] Fix this fucking mess somewhere with a bath.

[He would rather ease his pain here, but considering Roman's germaphobia going home is the only other option. His shirt is still open, and he doesn't go to fix it. Rather just shoves away from the wall and nods, taking slower breaths to calm his panting. ]

Yeah, ok.

[It's not like it's weird for someone to walk around with their shirt open in Duplicity, but Roman huffs and starts buttoning Zsasz back up.]

You're not walking around like that. Enough people have seen your leaky fucking tits already. Now, c'mon.

[And then he leads Victor out of the alleyway, looking to hail a cab to get them to the Up elevators.]

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