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TDM #18

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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 paper gown 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 quite pleasant for once actually. Sunny and warm. How nice.

» » » 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.

« « « BACK ON TRACK

With the train system up and running again after the damage that was done to it thanks to the Rubies, Duplicity’s Department of Transportation has decided to partner with LIEs and their Orientation program for the next batch of new arrivals being processed at the facility. Their aim is to raise a bit of money to help cover the cost of repairs and much needed construction, and they’ll be enlisting the help of LIERs — whether they want to volunteer their time or not.

There aren’t many vehicles in Duplicity, but those who do own cars or even motorcycles are encouraged to take advantage of the warming weather by coming out to get a free washing, courtesy of the city’s first official charity car wash. Should anyone care to make a donation, all proceeds will be going to benefit continuing restoration efforts at the various stations that were impacted by last month’s events. Of course, new LIERs aren’t the only ones invited to volunteer their time and efforts to soaping up some chrome — and there might be some fun perks involved for anyone who pitches in to help get these cars all squeaky clean.

« « « ZOOM ZOOM

(cw: aphro, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public humiliation, fluids, coercion, dub-con, transactional sex)

Even though Duplicity is a place ripe with debauchery and filth in many regards, that doesn’t mean that those who have the means to own vehicles aren’t inclined to keep them clean. Targeting those who clearly have cash to spare, the car wash in the Up put on by the Department of Transportation is an enticing spectacle to behold, whether one is having their vehicle catered to or not.

Volunteers are encouraged to strip down to underwear or a swimsuit and get scrubbing! If they don’t have something skimpy to wear, don’t worry — there are spare hot pants and bikinis to go around. Hoses, buckets, and a variety of colorful liquid soaps have all been provided as well, along with sponges for washing - although using one’s own soaped up body is even better - and towels for drying.

Getting all sudsy and wet seems to come with some added effects depending on which soap is used, such as:

Lowered inhibitions/increased libido
Substantial increase in production of bodily/sexual fluids (saliva/lactation/cum etc.)
Wanting to be humiliated
Voyeurism
Willingness to engage in public sexual displays

Some of these cars are going to get dirtier before they get clean. But who doesn’t love a show? In fact, one of the services offered is a bit of backseat action with the volunteers, anything from riding the gear shift to stationary road head. Car owners may request to have volunteers get it on in the back while they watch via a dashcam set up on the rearview mirror. It may seem counterintuitive considering the point of a car wash is to clean the vehicle, but engaging in such an act could earn a pretty penny for the fundraiser.

There are other tasks to do at the car wash aside from, well, scrubbing vehicles with your body. Volunteers are also needed to collect donations, greet those who come to the event, hold signs to advertise and entice passerbys, help direct people where to go, etc. These volunteers are encouraged to wear as little as possible or white clothes, especially if they want to enter the wet t-shirt contest held at the end of the day.

All those who participate in the contest will receive tickets for admission to a drive-in movie coming to a parking lot in the near future.

« « « STATION MASTER

(cw: public sex)

To celebrate the return of regular train service, for a limited time, special cards with a magnetic stripe are handed out to riders. At first, it might be unclear what they’re for, but printed on one side is a list with every station between the Up and the Down. Inquire further and their purpose will become a little more obvious: “check-ins” at each station, with special prizes handed out to the riders who manage to achieve a minimum of five (the most common of these being a complimentary night for them and a plus one, if desired, at the Stay and Play Hotel).

However, checking in won’t be quite as simple as a single swipe of one’s card. Scanning the card at any turnstile will offer up a specific sex act that riders must complete, either on the train itself or, if they’re quick, in the station before hopping on. Some acts might only require one person — solo masturbation to orgasm, for example. Others may demand two or even three participants. Better hope you’ve found a riding buddy, or even a possible friendly stranger, because all acts must be completed by the time the train reaches its final stop in the Down before looping back to the Up.

« « « ESCORT ESCAPADES

(cw: coercion)

Following the recent conflict that took place in the Down, LIEs has begrudgingly ceded control of the lower portion of the city to the Rubies and other gangs. Although some territory, including the public housing for LIERs, remains neutral, the area on the whole is seedier than ever. Thanks to this development, LIEs has decided to pair new Submissives up at Orientation with a Dominant to escort them safely to their housing in the Down. Whether the Dominant is just as green as the Sub they’re escorting or a longtime Duplicity resident, adhering to the buddy system is necessary in these tumultuous times. There may also be a few instances where Submissives are paired with one another and entrusted to the care of a native Dominant to help them to their new place of residence. Regardless of who goes with who, no one is to end up going home alone!

Of course, in the spirit of matchmaking, Dominants are encouraged (if the chemistry is right) to spend the night with their Submissive charge, either in the Down or, if the Dominant is feeling generous, back at their place. If they wind up getting it on, both will receive $50 deposited to their bank accounts the next day. Sure, it may not seem like much, but for Submissives especially, who have nothing, it’s better than being empty-handed.

« « « 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:

If your character would rather live in the country or out in nature, they’re a Submissive. If your character is a city slicker or would like to be, they’re a Dominant.

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!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!

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Jack ingests all that Leonard tells him. A doctor in space. A spaceship. What a wonder that is, and he’s amazed and a little suspicious. But he doesn’t see any real reason not to believe him; who would lie about something like that?

“I’m shore sorry you lost yer friend.” He understands exactly how the other man feels. Of course, he’s oblivious to McCoy’s inner thoughts and unaware of the man’s fear of riding on the train.

Leonard’s question has a complicated answer, and he thinks hard before answering. “Mostly, I rodeo, but I do some ranch work on the side. Me ‘n Ennis worked a job one summer, just the two of us. I swear that was the best summer I ever had.” He pauses then, hoping he hadn’t revealed too much. “Like I said, me ‘n Ennis was fishin’ buddies.”

“What’s it like ‘n space? We been to space once as I recall ‘n that was different than what you’re sayin’.”

[ his lips pull back from his own teeth in a matching expression at the jab, but any snarl on his face flickers, breath hiccuping faintly in reluctant surprise at the return volley of images logan offers. ]

What, like I couldn't handle you? [ this was not his intention with any of this, and there's a part of him that thinks it's probably a little fucked up if he lets himself examine it. but he has time to do that later.

for now, he spreads his knees on the car, leaning back on his palms, every inch of him radiating spiteful arrogance. the quentin in their connection digs slender fingers into logan's hair, curling hard against the back of his head as he lights up the pleasure center of his brain. memory of bruises on his hips, thighs, pushing fingers into them after for the ghost of the hands that caused them. ]

Come on, old man, [ he taunts, echoing it in their connection, smile sharp and a little mean at the edges, like he doesn't know any other kind. he plucks up the threads of the minds around them in the crowd, lust and pleasure and anger and embarrassment, excitement, humiliation; the sensation of a hundred pairs of eyes on them, whether it's the truth or not. ]

[Have a pity chuckle. Thankfully, Pegasus is a good enough actor that it sounds completely genuine.]

I thought as much. You do look like a resilient guy!

[Well.... not really; he looks kinda small and lanky, but Pegasus will be kind.]

Apologies for being morbid, but... you've died here? [He pauses so he doesn't sound too eager about the topic.] What was it like? What was waking up after like? It's hard not to be curious about something like that.

That's true. An' it would be a great way to meet people?

[who maybe would become friends? she'd like that]

I don't care much for it, either. It seems a way to guarantee conflict between the two sides.

Those all sound incredibly interesting, but I must admit, I'm given pause at Astronomy- is there any overlap there with the beliefs of non-magical folk?

And I'm a little curious about Defence Against the Dark Arts as well. [He pauses, considering.] How are Dark Arts defined? I mean, any sort of magic could be abused, couldn't it? And 'dark magic' could be used for good, even.

[His Millennium Eye would probably fall under the category of 'dark' (it certainly falls under that category in his world), so he's curious to see if there's any wiggle room in Dumbledore's perspective.]

[her breasts are full with raspberry pink nipples, one already hard from what he'd been doing and she moans rather loudly as he makes his way to her other breast. she'd always been shy about her breasts, she had the largest in her class which made her a target for gossip, but she can't be shy, not right now with pleasure and anticipation singing in her veins.

and she can feel just how very hard he is, when he goes to unfasten his shorts, she's an eager helper, wanting to feel him hard and ready against her]

Sometimes. But that's usually only when he's trying to be threatening or if you're feeding him. He gets a little...greedy. [ She thinks it's kind of funny to watch him fight over his food with himself, though. ]

Back home he can change his size, too. But something about the city has limited that. He's still a big dog though.

What are Earl Greys? [Huaisang asks, blinking cluelessly. He has a few flavored teas with flowers or fruits, but most of his teas are traditional greens and blacks. To him, the many varietals of the tea plant are the true pleasure of tea, and some of the 'tea' shops around here serving herbal infusions that don't have a single tea leaf in them are an affront to his sensibilities.] You'll have to introduce me to them. I do love flowers in tea. I have a lovely rose-petal black tea in the chest, a peony white, and a green tea with chrysanthemums. Though when it comes to chrysanthemum I'm really more partial to wine.

[He sparkles cheerfully as he talks, finally setting the perfectly prepared cup in front of her and lifting his own, breathing in the scent of the steam before he sips.]

Well, not much reason to hide them...[Even as she flushes a little at the my, because she hadd been, hadn't she? And, yet, it all came out of that blank spot in her memories that still wraps warmly around him, holding on tight, like he'd been her rock, the thing that got her through whatever it was. His question makes her tilt her head, considering. Was she happy?] I thik so? It's all very...new. And strange. I saw the things that happened these past years, from his point of view, but I can't feel it. I know what I said, but not what I felt.

[She shrugs a little.] Much as I hate any of us being stuck here, I'm glad you're back. For Hope. She's missed you. So did I.

Elijah's a submissive again, which is just as abaurd. But we have a contract, so I could protect him, like you did me. Whatever else we were, or are, he's still family.

You're welcome, and I don't know a whole lot more about this place than what they've told us, but I know a lot about not givin up. If she's here, we'll find her. If not, we'll keep you safe until you can get back to her. Deal?

[McCoy stuck out his hand. He was a big one for lost causes, and he was even bigger on seeing loved ones get reunited. If the sister was anywhere in the city, they'd find her.]

"Yeah. Yeah, it does. We've seen it over and over again. Unfortunately, it always hurts just as much no matter how many times it happens." He shook his head but returned her smile with one of his own. Dax was a good person, and he seriously liked having someone else from Starfleet, even if she was from the future. It was just . . . comforting. Seriously comforting.

"So the Gamma quadrant, huh? What's out there so far?"

It's a British black tea flavored with bergamot. The flowers add another depth of flavor. [she's not fond of the ones which are strictly herbs, no flowers. but that's because her mother would make her drink a kind of herbal tea to make her sleepy] I will. I have some in my apartment, though my apartment's still a bit of a mess from when I was stuck in the Down and poor Polly almost lost her mind. Those all sound delicious but chrysanthemum wine? I must say I've never heard of that before.

[and she beams at him, so happy to have her friend and employer back. it's been a rough few months, trapped in the Down only to have Hannibal disappear]

Fortunately, Huaisang has designed his shop with Duplicity in mind. His boutique is known for the encouragement in the dressing rooms, scrawled on the walls in artful letters saying you look amazing in that, maybe you should bring a friend in to enjoy it. Which, combined with the policy that all items worn during sex play must be purchased, was a very profitable encouragement.

Drawing Jay back into the dressing room, Huaisang leads his hands to the ties on his clothing. It's one of the nice things about Eastern styles, despite the amount of layers. Just a tug here and there, and the whole thing falls away tidily.

Beneath his pretty dress is a pretty pair of lacy panties, designed with extra room in front for the coy little bulge of his cock and balls. Most of his usual jewelry is right back where it belongs on his body, even though the charms are useless without their mates. He still wears the paired charms in memory of the lovers who have left.

[He patted her hand absently as they walked. It was so familiar, escorting a young lady around the town. The city was wrong, a lot of what they passed was bizarre, but it was still comforting. It gave him a little stability in a tilting word.]

The swamps? A pretty lil thing like you? Why'd you end up there? And why'd you have to relocate?

[McCoy was at his most Southern and his accent got thicker the longer he talked. It was making connections, learning family. He lived for stuff like that!]

"Well, he's not lost, he'd just not here. And that's good. Really good. Jim here would be . . ." It would be bad. He'd be making all sorts of crazy plans and trying to charm everything that happened to walk by, especially since the whole city seemed hell-bent on making sex the only thought in everyone's head. Jim would get in trouble. So much trouble!

"Rodeo? So you're a cowboy? A real one? Honest?" McCoy knew horses although he wasn't really that fond of them, but seeing the ponies at the track and in the stables wasn't anything like being an actual cowboy! That was still pretty damn cool, especially since it was all but extinct where he came from! At some point, every little boy longs to be riding the ranges and sleeping under the stars.

McCoy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the man's insistence that he and Ennis were just "fishing buddies." He really couldn't care less who the man slept with, but it sure sounded like Jack did. Poor guy. McCoy reached out to pat the man's shoulder again. No need to be worried. Sexual partners meant nothing, "Right. Fishin buddies. I got that. And what's space like?" He paused for a moment. What he'd normally say really wouldn't encourage anyone to want to go there . . .

"It's ah big. Empty. Most of the time. Where we are, we're out on the edges of the known world, so sometimes it's a long stretch between new meetings or a pitstop. But it's also beautiful. The stars are like diamonds on velvet." He was smiling as he described space. The good things, the pretty ones. When he could forget the dangers, the wonders were . . . well wonderful!

"There. There we go. That's better."

He felt the tension and the release. McCoy sighed and cuddled the kid closer. He'd never had kids and was normally glad of that, but sometimes he missed having family. Luke felt like a little brother, something McCoy had never had, and he enjoyed the hug at least as much as Luke seemed to. Until Luke pulled away, he'd be standing there soaking up the warmth of holding someone.

It's been literally years since anyone held Luke like he was vulnerable, or precious or needing protection. Even after Bespin, Leia had been loving, caring, but nurturing didn't come naturally to her. Her care was efficient and demanding and tempered by her grief.

Careful, McCoy, or you'll never get rid of him. Skywalkers get pretty clingy when they feel wanted.

And Luke wasn't likely to pull away. Not while he was wrapped in so much warm care.

Felix thinks there's a chance he's going to regret all of this, with a smile like that. But it's not like he has that much of a choice.

The offered trade-off gets a huff from him that's not annoyed exactly...it's almost amused? Wry. It's wry. "Yeah, I'll feed you."

Like he wasn't going to?

"I do the cooking anyway." Then, he holds out a hand. Sure, why not shake. "Felix Gaeta. Nice to meet you."

Eventually, McCoy started to pet Luke's hair since he couldn't think of anything else to do, and it was nice. The kid had good hair! And clearly Luke needed the comfort of a hug as much as Mccoy did. Being on that ship eventually got to everyone, even him. When he spoke his words were muffled against the kid's crown, and there was more amusement than anything in his tone.

"You know, I don't mind standin around huggin you Luke, but we're not exactly accomplishin much besides seein how long we can do just that."

"Greyjay Gallowsbait, likewise, and you can just call me Jay, yeah?" He's quite happy to shake hands and will even link arms if Felix doesn't shove him away. "And if you want to cook, I'll do the dishes. I can cook, but I'll be honest, I am kinda rubbish at making it fancy. It's edible, no one has died of it, but I also have a cast-iron gut."

"Mind you, I've eaten more MREs than I wanna think about." He laughs and wrinkles up his nose at a memory of the taste. "Kinda instant food, if you know it? Army drek."

Realistically, Luke would've just stayed there until moved, but they were starting to get looks and when McCoy speaks, it draws a small chuckle from Luke, who finally lets go and leans back, rubbing his face with his hands. "Sorry. I hadn't realised how long it had been since anyone held me like that."

Jack couldn’t help but notice Leonard trailing off and then staring inward momentarily. He wasn’t going to push it, and grinned at the man’s enthusiasm for cowboys. A course there were cowboys, but maybe he din’t know. He lived in space, and no one no how lived in space right now.

“Yep, I’m a real cowboy, honest-to-god. I got me a good rodeo horse an’ another for ranchin’. I like ranch work an’ herdin’ sheep an’ everythin’. Rodeo 'specially. My parents have a place of their own where I’ll probly inherit someday. Not to say I want my parents to die. Least, not my mom.”

What was with this guy’s pattin’ him? Then he started talkin’, and Jack forgot about it and just listened with a fixed grin. “Diamonds on velvet.” He got a little excited, and voiced a small, ‘yee-hah!’. Settlin’ down, he whispered, “Sorry ‘bout that, Leonard. It’s just so excitin’!”

Quieting further, he added, “I guess I should say I’m happy yer friend Jim isn’t here?”

[it was a little unusual to Misty, most kids back home had shied away from her, sensing instinctually that she was different. easy acceptance was something she'd only gotten from Myrtle and Miss Cordelia]

Well, I, uh. I didn't wanna get married and start havin' babies and I never coulda went t'college. So th'swamps felt like the right place t'be. I can live off th'land and I had my garden and my Stevie.

[it's a relief to have a fellow Southerner around. someone who will understand without asking that when one wants tea, it's sweet tea]

McCoy reached out and ruffled the kid's hair with a grin, "I liked it too. Never had a younger brother but I always wanted one. Guess you'll do."

"So. How about we do that at least once a week? I think we'll both be the better for it. Humans need touch to stay healthy you know. A baby that isn't touched won't thrive, so a man needs at least one hug a week to be at his best." Probably. Most people really did need regular physical touch to be healthy and sane. McCoy knew he'd been getting less than he should and it was painfully obvious Luke was in the same boat. So he might as well hug his new little brother a lot for them both, right?

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