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TDM #17
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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a clear plastic top and pants along with clear plastic boots to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The weather is rather wet and rainy. Very, very rainy. |
» » » ALL ABOARD
 It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
 (cw: aphro, dub-con, violence, marking)Ice and chilly weather have begun to give way to rain instead, with overcast skies and dark clouds a seemingly constant sight. While the overabundance of rain is an annoyance and comes with the usual series of problems, such as leaky ceilings, mold growth, and gutters or storm drains overflowing, this time the rain carries with it another problem altogether. A weather advisory warning is broadcast to every device, as well as on news networks and radio. The rain, at least for a few days, is not ordinary rain. Whether you're in the Up or the Down, when the water hits clothing it eats away at it. The more water it absorbs, the more the material disintegrates until the wearer is left naked. When the rain comes in contact with skin (or is ingested) the effects seem to differ depending on where you are in Duplicity. In the Up, it's relatively harmless and merely has an aphrodisiac effect, leaving individuals feeling hot and bothered, more sociable and touchy feely. Those in the Down, however, are not so lucky. As the rain seeps through the soil from the Up, it ends up laced with toxins, causing a range of less pleasant side effects for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Aside from the aphrodisiac, those who get caught in the rain may develop an uncomfortable, itchy rash, leaving them looking rather spotty for a few days. Those who can't resist scratching at themselves will find a newfound pleasure to the relief it brings and start to crave the feeling or sight of similar marks. In worst case scenarios, individuals will become addicted to marking themselves and others, perhaps even to the point of breaking skin. Effects may last for several hours after exposure and will stack with repeated exposures. In all cases, getting off will bring temporary relief but will not alleviate the symptoms entirely. Plastic coverings seem to be unaffected by the rain and, as word spreads, the Natives in Duplicity form a mad rush buying up umbrellas. Unless a character is lucky, they may find themselves unable to purchase - or even borrow - one. Theft of umbrellas becomes widespread in the Down, often escalating to violence, and even the Up isn't safe from thugs trying to steal and resell this suddenly hot commodity. There's another side to all of this, however. Due to the shortage of umbrellas, it isn't uncommon to see Dom/Sub pairs sharing umbrellas together. If anything, it's encouraged as a means to strengthen their bond. Enterprising Subs and Doms alike may even sell their "services" to escort individuals who would otherwise end up soaked. |
« « « SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME
 (cw: substance abuse, altered states, coercion, fluids, physical body changes)A new "holistic" pharma company named SQuIRT is opening up in Duplicity and is paying a pretty penny for people to trial run their new line of supplements. These supplements are supposed to increase a person's vitality and energy levels, but the side effects are what the company is really looking out for. Some of the side effects aren't so bad and could include:
While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe:
Subjects must take the supplements for at least a week, otherwise they'll receive no compensation for their troubles. All new arrivals will find themselves automatically enrolled in these trials, whether they want to be or not, and expected to report to the clinic. Of course they don't have to take the supplements, but the payout is certainly enticing, especially for those unfortunate enough to be branded Submissives. |
« « « STICKY FINGERS
 (cw: violence)Crime runs rampant in the Down as always but now, with the nastier side effects of the rain creating an ongoing problem, some unsavory types are sneaking their way into the Up where the effects aren't so hazardous. The result is an uptick in crime in places that are usually considered safe. Be careful how you carry yourself - and your valuables. Those who look like easy pickings may find their pockets empty. Cameras in public areas are being vandalized as well, while homes and businesses are seeing a rise in graffiti. Most of the graffiti is merely obscene, but some is outright seditious. Good luck explaining the latter to the authorities if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the smaller gangs that has a presence in the Down is taking particular advantage of the rain's disruption to expand their territory into the Up. Known as the Bulldogs, their members are young men and they have a reputation for violent muggings and assaults - mainly targeting Submissives. They loiter in groups near the train and the elevator between the Up and the Down to ambush the alone and unwary. At night, they also prey on those walking home from bars or clubs who may not fully have their wits about them. In addition to beating up their victims for money, some of the Bulldogs are engaging in an informal competition over who can steal the most umbrellas - with bonus points awarded for whatever else they feel like. LIERs are worth double points by default, so watch out! |
« « « MOD & OOC NOTES
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: Players can choose whether to assign their character as a Dominant or Submissive on this TDM for the Door Pass for March Applications only. For May's Application round, threads started here may be used as samples however they will not be eligible for a Door Pass in May. Characters will need to use a thread from May's TDM, using those Door Pass rules, for an application after the March round. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun! THERE WILL BE NO APPLICATION ROUND IN APRIL Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!! |
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rest, however, is the furthest thing from her mind. for all the information she's given him as matter-of-fact as she can, it's still whirling in her mind. it's not easy or simple for her to detach from what she was to what these people expect her to be. she doesn't want to think of herself as someone capable of doing those things again and she doesn't want to think of kaz in that situation at all.
in the doorway of her room, she pauses, then looks back over her shoulder at him to make sure he's taking his own orders. ]
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Even when she turns to look back at him, Kaz doesn't look away. His gaze is ordinarily a predatory one, sharp and narrowed, seeking out the nearest pigeon to fleece. But that's not the look in his eye now. He's frozen like a doe in the path of a speeding carriage, like he can't decide whether he's coming or going.
It's the fever, certainly, that's got his judgment scrambled. The signals are firing all wrong, convincing him to chase after the very thing he wants to run from. But identifying the sickness doesn't cure the symptom. If it did, he would have been freed of his affliction years ago.
I want you, he should tell her. Not because of some contract or because it gets him a dry room in a lux palace. There's no threat or authority that can make him do anything. He wants to please her because it's all he's ever wanted to do. All the rest of this only gives him no excuse to hide behind. If the desire and incentive is there, then what's stopping him besides cowardice? ]
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the expression on his face is everything she can't know about him. that indecision that makes him look nearly human and not like the ruthless bastard of the barrel he's always been. when he's like this, when he's vulnerable and just kaz, layers stripped away, it leaves her feeling like there might be something else there. something for her. as if he sees her as something more than the wraith.
the thought trips through her mind and catches in her chest, causing her to flush again. the room is silent, too much so, and she breathes her question into it so that it sounds like a soft demand. ]
Kaz. [ too gentle, too much feeling. she hates that she can't stop herself. ] Tell me what you're thinking.
[ the plan. the job. tell me anything. her eyes never leave his face. ]
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The thinking part of himself doesn't seem to be in control right now. ]
You said we'd find a way around it.
[ He takes a single step closer to her. ]
Did you say that because you want to find a way around it? Did you say it for the Saints, that they might forgive you? Or was it for my sake?
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but then he takes a step closer to her, parroting her words at her, and she lifts her chin in a hint of defiance. toward him? toward the city as a whole? yes. they'll find a way around all of it, but the part she instinctively feels he's asking about sends a coil of heat rushing through her. she's far too practiced to shift in place, but the urge is there, and she doesn't blink. ]
The Saints forgive. [ she knows that much is true, when it's out of their hands. the rest of it... ] And I'd have you if I could.
[ i will have you without armor, kaz brekker, or i will not have you at all. she knows he won't, that he can't. so she sacrifices herself rather than bring his fault to light. ]
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How?
[ He takes another step forward, fixed on her. ]
How would you have me, if you could? Have you imagined it already? Do you fight to tame the monster Kaz Brekker or does he come to you on his knees, mewling like a kitten?
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What I've imagined doesn't involve you tamed or on your knees.
[ no, kaz is who he is. what ketterdam and the barrel and pekka have made him. if he were anyone else, anything else, she wouldn't feel what she does and she doesn't shy away from that now. she's not afraid. ]
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What, then?
[ Kaz tosses the shirt aside. He won't be needing it anytime soon. ]
Tell me, Inej.
[ Limping forward, he doesn't so much as blink, locked on her with a hardening gaze. ]
Tell me about the man you imagine. Tell me what he does to you, how he satisfies you.
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the game is dangerous. talking about impossibilities is deeply unfair and yet she doesn't pull back, accepting the challenge from kaz feeling more like home than anything else has in the last few hours, even if this is not a discussion for home. ]
Hard. Fast. [ she says it because she can, the words easier for her than what slips out next. ] Slow, deep.
[ taking her own steps toward him, she continues-- ] He knows how to satisfy me because he knows me. Watches me. Wants me. Here.
[ her hands slide from her ribs, low across her abdomen, but she never stops watching his reaction to her words. ]
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It's not for lack of wanting that he fails to close the distance. She has to know that. ]
Show me.
[ He lifts his eyes, jerking his chin toward her bed. ]
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this is unique; she's touched herself, teased at arousal for others, but this? for him? she's never performed quite this way without it ending in acts that kaz will never do. she knows he won't, but that doesn't stop her from undoing the buttons she's just fastened and letting her shirt fall open. her trousers are pushed over slim hips but there is nothing underneath. either her underthings have been lost in the transfer or they were never meant to be included.
she pauses there, in just her shirt, to undo the plait that's been half-done over her shoulder. she continues to monitor his expression as she does it, shaking out the strands as they fall free, then finally dropping her shirt the same way as her vest.
naked in front of kaz brekker is something she's unaccustomed to in body form. she wonders if he approves, despite the desire in his eyes. saints, she thinks, do not let him walk away from this now. there would be no forgiveness.
turning her back to him, she gives him that view as she steps silently toward the bed. ]
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Because she's been waiting to hear them from me, he realizes. Waiting at his window for the invitation to his bed, the invitation he could never issue. Was that the appeal? The fine line between the safe and the forbidden? He doesn't share her skill for tightrope walking. This is delicate work and he doesn't want to fumble.
It doesn't help that the sight of her undressing stuns him into idiocy. He swallows hard, his throat gone dry, the blood rushing in his ears. Kaz Brekker would fall to his knees for her.
Thankfully, he has a cane to steady him. He drinks in the sight of her and then follows, with just enough distance to make touch impossible. ]
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he's more than that and she watches him when he thinks she isn't. it's what she does. it's why she wants all of him when he thinks he can't.
at the edge of the bed, she pauses, finally hesitating. not because of what he wants from her but because, for the first time, she doesn't want to disappoint. for herself, not to spare a beating. for him. she wants him to see her, really see her, as something more than the wraith. as an indenture. as his investment.
easing onto it is a graceful move - she's full of them without trying - and she sits with one knee raised, pushing her hair over her shoulders. with her eyes on his, she can bare her breasts before leaning back against the pillows and spreading her thigh slightly. she wonders if he notices, if this is something he wants to see or if this is simply about this new place they're in. ]
Like this. [ her voice is loud enough only to carry where he stands. one hand rests on the bed, but the other trails a slow line along the inside of her spread leg to the dark curls at their apex, but she stops short of more. ] Here. He touches me here.
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The demonstration lures him closer. When he'd walked in, he'd fully intended on standing with his back pressed against the wall, as far as he could be from her without leaving the room. Instead, he stands at the end of the bed, poised like he might climb into it, though the prospect gives him the same feeling as standing at the edge of a roof and contemplating the jump.
His lips part in wonder as he watches her, his breath shuddering. His dim imagination never provided him with a picture as vivid as this, though now that he's seen her this way, he's sure it'll never leave him.
And all that still isn't enough to push him forward. He can't even pretend to be the man she's talking about, can't envision the way it would feel to put his hand there, on her. ]
That's how you like it?
[ A raspy whisper. How ridiculous of him, to be this jealous of her fantasy of him. ]
Is it a soft touch? Or is he greedy?
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[ her inhale is visible, her breasts lifting as she takes in that breath, but if she breaks eye contact now, she might lose her nerve. she's never done this, never spoken words aloud while touching herself for someone. she's thought about kaz, though, let him linger in her mind as she's contemplated what might be. it's invasive now, and she opens her thighs a little wider to give herself access as she dips a finger through her curls and catches her breath. ]
There are times he can't wait, times against a wall or a table... [ she has a vivid imagination that she can share, like this, but it's almost too much. building fantasies even she hasn't had the audacity to contemplate. ] Moments where the greed overtakes him because he's jealous of other men and their dark thoughts.
[ too far, she thinks and strokes herself with a second finger, biting her lip before continuing. ]
But this-- [ she lifts her hips into her own touch, the quietest of moans escaping. ] This is what he dreams of.
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He aches for her, so bad he nearly echoes her moan. Thankfully, he catches himself, stifling his sounds of wanting behind tightly sealed lips. It's not modesty that keeps him silent. It's just that, if she knows how much he's suffering, she might try to put an end to it — one way or another — and then the effort would be wasted.
Listening to the story she tells, Kaz tries to see the same man she's describing. He recognizes half of himself in her words, his violence and jealousy, and he's distantly intrigued that these are the parts of him that survive translation into her fantasies.
Now if only he could find truth in the rest. He can't take her in her own bed, let alone against a wall or table.
It doesn't matter. The fantasy exists for her, and it's doing its work. He shifts more of his weight onto his cane as he leans an inch or two closer, studying the curves of her body and the angle of her fingers. But it's a work of art he's viewing. If he lets his mind drift to suggestions of sensation, his sickness will catch up to him. ]
He doesn't have to dream. He can take what he wants from you whenever he pleases.
[ Kaz sucks in a breath, fighting to keep his voice steady while the rest of him shivers. ]
Inej...
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[ no statement has ever been truer. there have been times she's contemplated leaving, but the harsh truth is that, even without her indenture, she'd stay. he has to know she'd stay.
her fingers are slick, the fantasy doing the work for her, even if she knows that it'll never become reality. the moments she speaks into existence are an invention, make-believe for a world outside of their own. dark eyes flutter shut because she simply can't look at him and listen to his voice at the same time, not when he's not growling at someone else but saying her name.
arching again, hand covering her while she strokes and teases at her own body, she gasps her pleasure again, wanting to deny him this one thing and then finally, she can't. her eyes open, lock on his, and it's pure desire that has her saying his name. it's a cross between a breathy sigh and a throaty moan, but she's fully invested in what she's doing now, watching for his reaction. ]
Kaz.
[ she doesn't deserve this, to want him like she does, knowing he won't give her what she needs, but she can't help this for both of them. a master of her own thoughts, she's as disciplined in this as in everything else in her life and she tightens her thigh so she can hold off just that little bit longer. tease them both. he wanted her fantasy, he has to know that he's it. without armor. ]
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...From what? If he gave in, would he really climb over her, place himself between her thighs and take her?
No. He would only fall to pieces. ]
I'm here, Inej.
[ She doesn't deserve this, a cripple paralyzed at her bedside, unable to do anything more than gawk. But that is unfortunately the only Kaz Brekker who's here. When she looks at him, he's the one who holds her gaze. For better or worse, his is the only face she sees. ]
Don't deny me now, when you have me at last.
[ He's the one denying her. Yes, he knows. But she has to see how much he wants her, the toll it's taking on him. His body may be hidden away behind his gloves and hat and heavy coat, but his lips part like she's stealing the breath from his lungs, his shoulders shaking with the fever of his desire. ]
Please...
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whatever his limitation is, she won't deny him - them - whatever this is. the push and pull of lust and desire that binds them when everything else is topsy-turvy in ways she hasn't experienced since she's walked a tightrope or flown through the air as a trapeze artist. this is a need she'll give in to because it's kaz. she wants to.
another dip and flutter of her fingers over the most sensitive parts of her and she can't watch him any longer; she comes apart just for him to see, spread open on the bed, her back arched as sensation arcs through her. she moans his name again, then once more, as she strokes herself through her orgasm. sounds become breathless as she winds down, her free hand clutching at the spread on the bed, delicate fingers curling in the fabric.
only when the tremors have calmed does she open her eyes, heavy as the dueling weights of desire and embarrassment war within her. ]
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He can't take his eyes off her, spellbound by the undulations of her body. His name spills past her lips, as if any of this is his doing. A breath shudders out of him in answer. He watches her until she's ridden the thought of him to the very end, and then he turns his head without quite looking away.
He doesn't know what comes next. He's certainly not going to fumble and finish himself off like some sad little voyeur at a pleasure house. And it's not as though he can take her into his arms and kiss her to sleep. ]
That's one.
[ His voice is thick and rough. He clears his throat and finally averts his eyes. ]
Out of three. I knew we could crack it.
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he's never treated her like the girl from the pleasure house but this comes damn close and she lifts her gaze to his, fire in her eyes. it's hard not to be offended - i knew we could crack it - and by the saints, she'll have his apology for what he's said. in the moment, all he gets from her is a single word. ]
Go.
[ it's measured and without heat; time and practice have left her with the ability (even if sometimes she lacks the desire) to deal with kaz brekker's constant need to live up to his nickname. his cruelty is reserved for others, but this walks a fine line and she pauses only momentarily before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing to face him, unafraid of her nudity. ]
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He shifts his weight and nods sharply. There's no apology to be found in his expression, hard and unreadable as ever. What good would his regret do, anyway? It won't shape him into the man Inej wishes he was. It's best that she understands, in circumstances as confusing as these, that he will never be the man she wants him to be.
Without another word, he turns his back on her and limps out of her room. ]