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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!! |
tristan clark / oc / submissive
[ a carwash.
a carwash.
this is both the first time he's worked at one of these and ideally the last, granted, the more tris scrubs at this one particular road trash stain on this jeep's wheels, the more he finds that he doesn't quite mind sprawling himself over the hood of this particular car, straddling it so that he can get better aim with his sponge to wring it out except.
nah, a sponge won't do. they're making money right? maybe he won't see one red sent, but from what he's heard, it's going to a "decent" cause so instead he grabs the bottom of his shirt and whips it off over his head, wringing the excess water out and hanging it around his neck. ]
Hey! Next person to drop a Benny gets detailing from yours truly in nothing but my underwear. I'll even let you keep my shirt as a souvenir if you're into that shit.
[ oh god where is this coming from. ]
And like, some other junk if you want. It takes a village and all that-- [ he winks, and jesus fucking christ he's feeling warm but it feels good and this is absolutely some LIES bullshit again but his mouth is already moving faster than his brain. he sing-songs the next bit. ] --And I can entertain a village if you're feeling generous with your money.
escort escapades.
[ tris has been gone for... a long time. so long in fact, his view of time is strange and warped and he's not quite sure where to begin. one thing is certain, however, he's not so green that he doesn't know where he's going. but apparently? there's been some turmoil? ]
Should have figured this place would have gotten into some shit while I was gone...
[ for the time being, as he waits for his escort, he'll scroll through his phone. around his ankles winds a small black cat who stretches up once against his leg and claws at his already torn to shit black jeans. when someone approaches, said cat makes a creaky mewling sound and begins to stretch-walk its way over to the new-comer as he lifts his head up. ]
Are you my buddy? [ he chuckles. ]
network
username: tris.clark
heeeeeey. duplites.
the name's tristan, i'm a witch, it's ten bucks a tarot card reading if you're interested. i'm thirty, flirty, and not quite thriving, but that's usually how it is when you start off here, right? haha.
anyways... yeah. it's been a while. if you remember me, you mind checking in for a rollcall and all that? how many of you are still stuck in this place? or you know. living it up. i like hearing about that too.
i... could really use a drink.
i'm literally just gonna do whatever i want
so he's vaguely considering finding a bar instead, or something along those lines, and he's wandering while he does it. he doesn't even realise he's wandered right along to the sub public apartments until he's stood outside of it. nick has every intentions of keeping up his momentum, but—
something makes him pause.
he squints a little at the figure walking out, because familiar faces happen to people all the time around here, but it's never happened to him before. it's older than it should be, but he lingers anyway, and suddenly everything feels very intense very quickly, because he feels familiar. nick knows that magic, he can't not. )
Tris?
is that not always the way :,)?
keep movin', buddy, he thinks without looking up, pushing his slim tote bag over his shoulder and reaching down to ruck up his jeans only to touch the familiar vines wrapped around his left ankle. as he unzips the side of the boot and pushes down his sock he can see the small leaves vibrating in the invisible breeze, tickling against his skin, which he scratches aggressively because what a time to play a trick on him. this damn thing must be broken-- ]
That's me, can I help--
[ and then he looks up. and then his jaw slackens. because nicola has the same eyes as this boy who's looking at him from a space that's more lingering than just happenstance. the magic winds instantly around his own, even different, it interacts the same, warms him like the embrace of fingers sliding past knuckles and noses pushed to noses under a thick quilt where they're hotboxing themselves silly after swimming in the cold lake--the name leaves him without consideration for the gender of who it might belong to. ]
Nic...? Nicola?
[ he falls flat on his ass at this point. ]
(⊙‿⊙ ✿)
he's here. nick didn't know how badly he had wanted it until he saw tris stood right in front of him, but his eyes sting and his heart aches and he laughs, takes another couple of steps forward, ready to reach out. at least until tris practically drops like he's been decked. )
Yes?
( because it doesn't sound weird to his ears, when they refer to each other with just about every name that isn't their own. it wouldn't be weird, if tris didn't look confused, and he feels so many steps behind. something is happening right now, and he can't figure out what. )
Don't tell me you forgot me when you swanned off to get your witchy PhD...
( it's supposed to be a joke, light hearted, but nick isn't laughing. )
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No, I just... you...
[ this is nic. nicola. that's her but it's... him? tristan is still trying to figure out this whole multiverse thing. it's been a while since he's had to maneuver his way around it, and even then that was only with regards to other people. he's hardly had much to do with people who weren't from his particular... world.
but.
this.
ooh. oooh, this place is always throwing him for a loop isn't it. he furrows his brow in the way he used to, feels the pinch of stress between his eyeballs like a furrowed knot of pressure and relief releasing all at once as he immediately holds out both of his hands for nic? nick? to take. ]
I couldn't forget my best [ girl ] guy, [ he murmurs. ] But I think we've got to have a talk about... that. [ his heart is thrumming hard in his chest, pounding like it wants free of his sternum because it's nic's magic and his magic is calling to it like a lighthouse beacon through the fog. he didn't expect this. he didn't really want this either. multiverse or no, he gets that people do well here, but... fuck. ]
Let's go somewhere. Private maybe.
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nick takes both of his hands without hesitation and it isn't hard at all to pretend that there's nothing wrong. tris isn't old, there isn't a slight wobble of— something between them. he's just got his best friend back, plain and simple.
it's a delusion, but for a moment there it's a perfect one. )
There's a garden on the roof. I used to hang out there when I first got here, no one ever went up there.
( it's not private, but it's away from the streets and far enough from people that it'll feel like privacy. he's already chewing at the inside of his cheek, vaguely nervous, but he refuses to let go of tris' hand as he leads them both back into the apartment building. if anything he holds tighter. )
You— um...you look different. Older.
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escort!!
it's not that she's reluctant to help people here, she's actually more than happy to in most cases, but... it's complicated, right? day one in his city for anyone is complicated. it doesn't get any easier trying to explain how things work around here, how fucked up and degrading and embarrassing and overwhelming it can get at times, so yeah. she's taking a second to mentally prepare for the awkward conversation she's just been signed up for. and it doesn't help that usually when the city reps go out of their way to randomly pair a dominant with a submissive, there's a good chance they plan on making it more complicated and embarrassing than it already is.
so.
yeah, when she gets another text with a fucking advert for the $50 fuck-your-new-friend offer? she's not really shocked by that either. just... somehow even more ruffled than she was a second ago.
anyway, despite all that, she isn't stalling to meet her buddy at the pinned location that got sent her way, not wanting to make anyone wait on her. she even manages to put on a mildly friendly expression once she's making her way towards the small crowd of people waiting around, nodding politely whenever someone looks her way.
she's not sure when she got this last notification, but all that mental and emotional preparing she just did gets aggressively chucked out the window when she opens it to find a photo with a name attached, showing her who she should be looking for, now that she's in the right location.
she feels..... fuzzy. her brain feels fuzzy.
and the only thing that manages to push through the loud "UHHHHHHHHHH???" reverbing through her head as venom also tries to comprehend what gwen's seeing, is that very specific cat noise coming from the small menace just a few feet away from here. the cat seems to recognize her, which kinda helps? it makes her feel less like she's being set up for some horrible mind-fuck put together by the city, at least. it's also a small relief because she's suddenly very aware of the fact that it's been two years since the last time she saw this particular cat, and two years since she last saw the man that's finally looking up at her. she probably does look a little older, and her hair is definitely longer and her shorts are definitely shorter, and five seconds ago she was carrying herself with more seemingly inherent confidence than she could ever scrape together back then. but now she's looking just as stupefied as the rest of the newbies standing nearby. ]
--Sup?
[ christ. why is she like this? why is she STILL like this? ]
HOWLS 1/?
[ huh? ]
2/?
3/?
he just didn't expect for one of the people at the very top of his list to find him first, and from what it looks like, knowing her, she was either expecting it or she's verbally leaning against an invisible wall that isn't there. she's older now, he doesn't know by how much, but he feels it as luci is winding about her legs like he never left, already getting his cat stink around her ankles. her super cute, strong ankles perfect for superhero landings and... ]
4/4
Just waiting for my state-mandated hot date.
[ softer: ]
Hey, Gwennie.
[ a step closer, then another. until two steps become three and then become standing toe to toe with her. he's hovering, he doesn't care, humming with both nerves and excitement and dread because here they are, back again, but god why does it feel so good as he gently bumps his device to hers, hitting the button on his screen that states he's met up with his designated escort. ]
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she shoves her device into her back pocket as her weight shifts forward, towards him, just this little tiny bit, but her chest feels so damn tight that it's hard to make up her mind on what she's thinking or feeling right now, let alone what she should be doing. ]
What the fuck, Clark.
[ she was just telling someone, while hopped up on whatever those damn creatures give off that make her feel like spilling every damn thought that comes to mind, how she was selfishly wishing someone would home would show up here. this feels like that. which is why it's heartbreaking and thrilling all at once. when she does finally move again, it's just her hand, the pads of two fingers lifting to faintly trace over the thin line tattooed down his throat. fuck this place. ]
I knew I'd see you again, but it was never supposed to be here. I had all these big plans of multiverse hopping until I found yours. [ her smile is a little sad, but it's still a smile, and her fingertips are just resting against his chest now ] It was going to be so epic.
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Didn't mean to ruin your badass plans to come and join me where the air quality sucks but the magic is electrifying.
[ multiverse hopping and it was going to be epic. the idea that gwen could have one day maybe buzzed his doorbell makes him both giddy and sick because they're just here and even though they make here work, they make this city work, it still twists his stomach up in knots. ]
This dumb city missed me a little too much. Lucky us... [ with a choked up laugh ] So... Gwen... [ quieter, a whisper, pushing his forehead to hers, lifting her bangs up with the nudge as he noses in close. he can feel the faint tremoring of the other submissives around them, mostly new, waiting for their own designated dominant escort. maybe a little selfishly, he pulls in closer, seeks her protection even when he's too tall for it. ]
Will you take me home? Catch me up? [ he presses his lips together in a brief line, nerves. ]
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he's too close for her eyes to actually focus on his, but she's trying, because the alternative is letting them fall shut and she's not ready for that either. she nods, smiling faintly, her hand sliding up to rest on the back of his neck, squeezing gently before it ends up in his hair. which is very counterproductive to the fact that she just agreed to take him home, which requires moving. a good amount more moving than it used to, when she still lived in her house in the up and was just a taxi ride away. ]
I've got a place in the Down now, we'll have to take the train. [ that's not an answer to his question, like, at all ] I mean, yes. Yeah. I've got you. [ it's slow-going, and it's obvious she'd much rather just be pushing up onto her toes just that tiny bit more it would take so she could press her lips to his, but instead she's rocking back, stepping out of his personal space until the only point of contact that's left is her fingers lacing up between his so she can hold onto his hand, already moving. ]
C'mon.
[ because she has no patience, really, and the whole fucked up screening process to get onto the train is much more annoying than it usually is, just taking up way too much of their time that they could be spending in much better ways. she keeps her hand in his the whole way, shoulders bumping, but she doesn't let herself start explaining anything just yet. the people on the train, or along the few streets they need to walk, or in the hallway leading to her apartment, don't get to hear their conversation. she's not willing to jump into any kind of discussion while they're still out in public, especially not with how things are now in the down, with gang members listening in on anything they can to use it against people later. nope.
but she also... doesn't seem all that willing to jump into any kind of conversation once they're alone in her apartment either. it's the kind of apartment she could only ever dream of being able to afford back home, industrial and hipster and too big for one person ( and one cat ) to live in alone. not that she spends all that much time alone here, but, that's not the point.
the point is that tris' hand is still in hers and she's absolutely using that grip to tug him back in close again, stumbling right back into the position they were in not too long ago. well. not exactly- it was definitely more clumsy this time, and she's a little out of breath from being so focused on getting him to her apartment as quickly as possible, but that's okay.
she leans in, like maybe she's about to just drop any ideas of actually catching him up on anything, but her lips part just a breath away from his, resisting for who knows what reason. maybe it's one last attempt at something like self-preservation. who knows. ]
I missed you.
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network, un: rbec
How long's a while? [ he's curious about the notion that people can go home just to get pulled back. ]
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about two years apparently. confusing as fuck, right?
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Name's Raleigh. You mind a few more questions?
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hit me with your questions, i've been around the block. it's been a while, but i'm catching up again. happy to help.
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I can kick off the interrogation by asking where around here's any good. [ and uh hopefully it's still in business. ]
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zoom zoom
bonnie finds a modest ( by duplicity’s standards ) purple bikini for the day, although if anyone—citizen, official or guard—tries to tell her to lose a few layers, they have another thing coming. she doesn’t care how she came into this prison, she’s not going down without a fight. for now, she has on a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt that’s surprisingly dry. courtesy of working the collections box, she doesn’t have to give away much more of herself than a smile. some days that feels like more than she can trade. today isn’t that awful.
she retracts that assessment on her way back from a quick water break, cutting across the parking lot when she has to stop because yeah, wowee, this guy. he’s really putting himself out there. she doesn’t know a damn thing about him and that means she should keep walking, keep her head down.
but— )
You really know how to work the crowd. ( the words? with another inflection, they might sound impressed. ) Please keep your pants on until I get out of here.
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Don't you worry, the pants do come off unless someone's going to fill our cashbox to the brim and send us all home for the day.
[ like that'll happen, people love a show, even moreso if it comes from the submissives itself. he wrinkles his nose a bit. ]
I'll keep 'em at bay.
[ and then holding out a wet hand, it's not soapy, but it is clean ]
Tris, by the way. Since we're like, kinda coworkers right now.
un: styxboy
first day i got here they had those machines that you stick a penny in and it gives you your fortune
cheap tat, that was.
nice to see the real thing popping up. hi tristan, i'm nate. i'm a witch too. i'll buy you that drink if you tell me what kind. of witch, not lager.
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buy me a drink and i'll go into excessively sexy detail about the metaphysical properties of every aspect of my magic. you won't be able to get me to shut up. are you cool with that?
i'm kind of a magic nerd. got my phd in it and everything. sort of.
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if they actually had phds in magic i'd have given two shits about school
i'm nate, i'm a witch. i run the midnight theatre here, it's full of magic. might be your kind of place
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i'm tris and in terms of what kind of witch... well, i used to work with angels and saints, but now i've sort of shifted spiritual planescapes. i work with earth-bound spirits now. ghosts and poltergeists and all that--i do some psychometric work with the local supernatural investigations unit back home.
what do you do at the midnight theatre???
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