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TDM #18
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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 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:
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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"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!
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“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?”
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McCoy chuckled at Jack's enthusiasm and shook his head a little, "Hey, everyone gets a little excited about space travel. Just because it happens a lot doesn't mean it isn't still pretty new. Most people really do work hard to get on a ship." And some people, like him, end up there by default. But it wasn't as bad as it used to be for him. Spending so many years on the ship had inured him a lot to the fears he used to cling to as excuses. Now he mostly just bitched. McCoy was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"Probably yeah. Can't say I wouldn't really like to see him, but he'd be such a liability here. I hate to think what he'd get up to." And who he'd drag along into it.
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As he listens to the man talk about his friend, Jack senses the smoke of a lonely fire. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad gettin' in trouble with your friend if only he was here."
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McCoy sighed and looked away, smile fading, "Jim needs to stay back home. The ship can survive without me, at least for a while, but she can't function without her captain. Jim is the Enterprise. The whole crew is there mostly because of him. For better or for worse."
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His brow furrows at the other man's sigh, and he listens carefully to what he says. The "Enterprise" must be the starship, he figures. But he understans. Even though he'd rather be with Ennis, he doesn't want him here, no way, no how. "I guess it's gonna be lonely here for a while." Jack smiles then. "Tell me what it's like, bein' on a ship. What do you eat there? Those astronaut sticks they sell at the grocery store? What's the bathrooms like? What do you do?"
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He gave a soft chuckle at the questions, amusement dancing in his eyes, "Maybe not all that lonely. Seems there's some nice people around. As for what it's like bein on the ship, it's usually pretty routine. Until it's not. We eat whatever's available mostly, you just program the food synthesizer with what you need and it's right there. You know, as long as it hasn't run out. What's an astronaut stick?" He paused for a moment, "The bathrooms? Just like yours, I'd guess. Toilets and showers and sinks and such. Why?"
He missed the one about what he did.
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“I guess they seem nice enough.” But, to Jack’s eyes, most people looked downright unfrien’ly if only ‘cause so many from his time were, ‘specially men.
Then Leonard said the strangest thing, and the youth had to know what on Earth he was talkin’ about. “What do you mean ‘until it’s not’?” He pulled a bandana out of the pocket of his jeans, wipin’ the sweat off the back of his neck. “You know, those long, skinny tootsie pop thangs? They advertise ‘em as Astronaut food.”
“’Bout the other, I guess I thought they might be differen’ in a hunred years or so. But they haven’ changed in all this time, I guess.”
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He winced a little at the question, giving a sheepish chuckle, "Ah that? Well, most days there's not much at all going on. Just the usual everyday stuff. And it'll go on like that for weeks, sometimes even months! And that's great! Because then you have the days where everything goes wrong. Aliens attack, life support fails, you start a few wars . . . trust me, we pray for the boring days." McCoy gave Jack a look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. What's a tootsie pop thing?" He grinned again though, amused as hell, "You would think that, wouldn't you? But I guess if it ain't broke . . ." He shrugged and patted Jack's knee companionably.
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The man then gives Jack a look that he cain’t translate into meaning nothin’.
He snorted a little at McCoy’s confusion. Surely they had tootsie pops in the future? Well, tootsie rolls. Jack still grinned at the man. “Tootsie rolls is candy. But Astronaut food is supposedly packed with nutrition,” he explains, eyes flickering down to his knee.
He don’t know for shore if the doc wanted him or not, but Jack felt confident that he could chance it. “They gave me a nice place to stay. Wanna come see?”
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McCoy still gave the man a blank look, though he was smiling again, "'Fraid I never heard of any of that stuff, and the food we eat is just as nutritious, or not, as what you get anywhere. They pack the synthesizers with everything you could want. Within reason anyway. Can't get alcohol from the thing, or truly exotic stuff. For that, you need a starbase or a good smuggler." McCoy's smirk said he was only maybe kidding. Sometimes a good smuggler was essential for some really top-shelf liquor.
It finally dawned on him, with the invite, he might have given the wrong impression. Not that McCoy cared too much. A drink was a drink and he could be blunt in private if needed. So he just continued smiling, "I could. Or you could come over to my place for a drink. It's a whole apartment actually, and I had a bottle sent up. Scotch. To new friends?"
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But this McCoy fella's got a lot of interestin' things to say. Jack made sure to listen carefully to not miss nothin'. He grinned at the man's assertion that some of the stuff the ship had wasn't too good for ya, and especially the idea of gettin' liquor from a smuggler. "Smugglers in space? Whaddya know?"
Jack slapped his knee when he heard the word 'scotch', whiskey's first cousin. Din't matter much if they went to his place or McCoy's. "Sounds good. Let's go." He turned to gaze outside the window for a moment. "Are we close by?"
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He chuckled softly and nodded, "Yep. Even in space, we have people who make a livin goin against the law. I sure wouldn't wanna do it though. Some customers don't take it lightly if you can't deliver on time." McCoy grinned at the man and glanced out the window, the scenery starting to slow since they were coming up on another stop, "I think we can get off here. We can probably find the way home easy enough." Maybe. McCoy wasn't the best with directions but it was a city. They couldn't get that lost, could they?
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"Ah how about to the left? As long as the buildings don't get broken down, I think we'll find my place eventually. It's a nicer building. Come on, we can use the exercise after all that sitting." He started to walk, purposeful and confident, although he honestly had no clue where he was.
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The grin still plastered to his face, Jack listened to Leonard’s logic and walked in step with the man. He couldn’t disagree with Leonard’s breakdown of their situation and the way the man strode down the street, all confident-like, gave Jack confidence in him. “Yeah, it was a nice buildin’ and I got the feelin’ that other new people lived in the same one.
They passed a few stores with crazy merchandise that Jack never saw before. He gestured in the direction of a window and asked, “What do think those ‘r for?”
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McCoy glanced over at the window and stopped dead, staring, "Ah . . . That's a saddle there. An English one. And crops. Whips. Reins . . . Is that a . . ." He was in front of the window by that point, staring in. His cheeks went very pink and he stepped back, catching one of Jacks' arms to draw the man away and back to walking, "So, you said scotch was good, right? You'll be fine with that?"
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"Yeah, scotch'll be just fine." He smirked a little in the other man's direction. "Unless you got some whiskey." Pocketing his hands, Jack came across something in one of them and pulled out his harmonica. He grinned, remembering how much Ennis nagged him about it and brought it up to his lips. "Got a request, Leonard?"
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"I could get us some whiskey if you'd really like that better. It wouldn't be any trouble." McCoy blinked at the man for a moment before breaking into a smile, "Dixie."