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TDM #19
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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. ...At least, this would normally be the case. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The weather is stormy and miserable. There's flooding. Quite a bit of it. |
» » » VIRTUAL VOYAGE
 (cw: voyeurism, privacy violations)Ordinarily, new arrivals to Duplicity are sent on a tour of the city by train, but with the tracks currently underwater this month's tour is a little different. Instead they will assemble in a conference room on the third floor of the Orientation Center and watch a video that highlights the many beautiful locations of the Up, such as White Wall Bridge, Fiddler's Square, and North Park, complete with cheesy voiceover. The video also displays some… less beautiful landmarks in the Down, though that segment is shorter and much less complimentary. After the video concludes, it's time for the interactive portion of the tour! Tablets will be handed out, though there aren't enough for everyone so some people will have to share. These tablets are set up with a program allowing characters to look through various cameras in public areas around the city. They can click from one camera view to the next to explore or tap the 'randomize' button and see where they end up. There seems to be a glitch with the latter feature, however, that enables it to tap into camera feeds that aren't part of the carefully curated tour path. Security cameras in the lobbies and hallways of apartment buildings, hidden cameras in hotel rooms, webcams, and even the cameras on the communication devices that they all carry — any of these might pop up amidst the regular street views. Characters may suddenly find themselves a silent third party to a video call or spying on another LIER in an intimate moment. The question is, will they keep watching or click away? |
« « « SOGGY SLEEPOVER
 Due to the ongoing watery crisis, temporary accommodations have been arranged for until new arrivals are able to move into their assigned housing. Officials explain that the Submissive housing in the Down is partially flooded out and that the Dominant building in the Up, while not faring nearly as badly, has been experiencing electrical issues. As the apartments available to new Dominants are mainly on higher floors, this means an exhausting climb when the power goes out. In either case, the situation is not ideal. For now, Submissives are given blankets and sleeping bags in a hastily cleared-out hotel ballroom. There's plenty of floor space to spread out, but little else with which to create a sense of privacy. An adjoining set of restrooms provides the basic facilities (including a lube dispenser!) though a bath in the sink is as good as it gets for hygiene. Several room service carts loaded with bottled water and suggestively-named cheap pre-packaged snacks are refilled twice daily at meal times. If the Submissives sheltering here wish to better their circumstances, well, perhaps they should find a Dom to shack up with and sign a contract. Dominants each get a room to themselves, though LIEs haven't exactly sprung for the fanciest accommodations. Five star? Not even close. The rooms are small and garishly decorated, with minimal amenities. There's a tv on the dresser that only gets five channels — four of which are porn and the remaining channel is local news and weather. (No matter which channel you're watching, the immediate forecast is: wet.) At least they have a full bathroom. The hotel isn't serving food, but a few complimentary meal vouchers for a nearby restaurant can be found on the nightstand along with a 'sexy' welcome basket consisting of lube packets and a cheap vibrating dildo. All Dominants are strongly encouraged to visit the emergency Submissive shelter and rescue a Sub in need. PSAs featuring sad stock photos will be sent to their devices as a reminder. |
« « « TAKE THE STAIRS
 (cw: aphro, dub-con)With the steadily rising water and heavy rain, Duplicity’s utilities are feeling the strain of being increasingly waterlogged. The city is dotted with pockets of temporary power outages lasting a few hours at a time. It’s concerning, but there isn’t much city officials and engineers can do about their soaked infrastructure. All they can do is try to manage the blackouts and pray that a citywide one doesn’t befall the Up and Down. The area where the Orientation Center is situated is unfortunately prone to losing power, and those characters who decide to take the elevator instead of the stairs while attending Orientation may find themselves stopped in the dark with the doors sealed shut. The emergency system kicks in after a minute with dim red lighting and a voice over the intercom tells those trapped to keep calm. In addition to the emergency lights, a recording of smooth jazz will play over the intercom and air laced with a special blend of aphrodisiac will filter into the enclosed space. One last message over the intercom from whoever is on the other end reassures the stuck parties that the main power should be back on in an hour and in the meantime they should relax. So, what will you do with your trapped elevator buddy? You may find yourself wanting to sit next to them and open up about your feelings. Maybe you're feeling blabby, ready to get some things off your chest, or maybe you're more touchy-feely and you'd prefer to let your body do the talking. You have time, so why not take comfort in one another while waiting for the power to resume? |
« « « GET WET
 (cw: aphro, altered mental states, dub-con, exhibitionism)With the water level now at an all time high and with no sign of stopping, the locals are trying to avoid going out in it as much as possible. This need to stay dry (or at least not wade through murky water on the streets) has created quite a few job opportunities for those looking to make a quick buck. Whether it’s helping transport someone on a makeshift raft by pushing them slowly through the street or delivering food and other orders to customers, the demand is there. New arrivals will be offered these gigs, regardless of designation. Whether they decide to take on the jobs is up to them, but the incentive to do so includes an offer of better accommodations in a penthouse suite of Somass Hotel for those who provide the best service. It’s certainly an upgrade compared to the other lodgings that are available. Of course, there’s good reason the locals want to stay as dry as possible, aside from the annoyance of soggy clothes and pruney fingers. The murky water is contaminated with run-off chemicals from the waterlogged storm drains, that, with extended exposure, may cause irrational and impulsive behavior, especially with regards to sex. Get in an argument? Better fuck to make up. Want to bargain for a deal? Use your body. See someone whose rain boots are pretty stylish? Compliment them by offering yourself. Cause a problem with sex? Solve it with… even more sex. There’s also an even more unexpected side effect that’s cropped up - the urge to sing and dance in the rain, as if putting on an impromptu burlesque show. Wet clothes will be shed and tossed aside in the fervor of the act, baring it all to the elements and whatever audience might’ve formed in the process to watch the spectacle. |
« « « 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 can swim well and independently, they’re a Submissive. If your character cannot swim at all or needs assistance (flotation device), 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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a challenging spark seems to light up his eyes as he meets his gaze unflinchingly. ]
Go for it, junior. [ the grin spreading across his demeanor is unmistakably smug and taunting. ] But I sure hope for your sake that your bite's worse than your bark 'cause I can guarantee you that you'll end up with your tail tuck between your legs otherwise.
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Shut the hell up. ( --and moves to lift him up, to throw this asshole down the hallway, back towards the elevator. )
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unfortunately for sam, satan has decided that he's gonna drop his facade, so he won't be gettin' the sublime pleasure of tossin' dear danny tucker around like a ragged old doll today. maybe next time. instead, the recipient of his aggression remains unmoved.
there's an almost imperceptible shift in the air around him as he curls his fingers around the nephilim's wrist. ]
Now, why would I do that? [ he dismantles the tight grip on his shirt. ] You're a couple of millenniums and one half short of angelic to be tellin' me what to do. But I think even if you were more whole, you still wouldn't qualify.
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he's three times stronger than an average adult human. able to lift significantly more than his own weight. faster than he would expect this man to be.
except he isn't a man at all, is he. he's something more. more than a man, more than a nephilim, more than the lowgrade hellspawn sam usually fights off. different from ragnor and magnus. half short of angelic, he says, which means he knows something. and means he's most likely one of two things.
sam's eyes narrow, jaw clenching shut tight. the golden rings around his irises flare bright, and he--reaches for his knife he keeps at his waist with the hand this asshole doesn't have trapped. )
I'm whole enough to fuck you over.
( not without his old man's blade. not without bram. but it doesn't mean he can't cause shit anyway. sam raises the knife, moves quick to try and shove it straight into this fucker's left eye. )
cw: body horror
he personally hasn't run into one ever since he took leave from hell. they don't interest him, for one; and for another, they're usually smart enough to stay out of his way. something he credits his more prideful brother for.
disregarding whether he's from his dimension or another, a halfling remains a halfling. inferior goods to a normal angel; practically trash to a seraph.
he doesn't have any intention of releasing his hold on his wrist, even as he watches him lift that knife to strike at him. neither attempting to dodge it nor stop it, he simply stands there, almost welcoming the foreign intrusion of the blade plunging its way through the thin membrane of his left eye. ]
You can do better than that. [ he angles his head, staring at him with his one uninjured eye and an all too pleasant smile on his face. ] I don't think you're really trying here. [ there isn't even a drop of blood where the knife has embedded itself. ] Are you?
cw: violent murderous stabbing
and he should know better. he should know how to hit harder, push harder, hurt him better. he's fought demons of all shapes and sizes, some more successfully than others. this guy's just--a more powerful version of that shit. but he also lacks the thing that had given him an edge over them. instead here, all he's got his his shitty jack knife that he's lodged into the asshole's eye.
the guy's not even phased. the sound he makes is damn near animalistic, teeth bared and eyes flashing hot. he's angry. angry at this guy for showing up out of fucking nowhere, angry at him for not leaving, angry at him for not even bleeding when sam stabbed him. angry that sam definitely doesn't have what he needs to take him out. angry at himself for getting set off so easily.
not that saying any of that would do him any good. his wrist is still caught, he's still stuck close, he can't try to get distance and get a good attack plan so he--doesn't. instead he's gripping harder onto the hilt of his blade and pulling it out of his eyesocket, before bearing down and shoving it straight back in. once, twice, a third time if this angel/demon doesn't decide to stop him. somewhere in there is a goddamn brain and if sam's real lucky, puncturing it will at least get him to slow down a moment. )
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sweet, beautiful, glorious anger churning and washing over him in thunderous waves, enveloping him in a swift and welcoming embrace. he can feel his energy surge and his spirit soar to greet the red hot emotion that's tumbling forth from the nephilim. so enthralled and refreshed by his rage, he barely registers the pull of the blade from his socket and the subsequent reentries of its sharp metallic tip.
he starts to laugh — a genuine, heartful and delighted chortle that comes from deep within.
over and over and over again the halfling stabs into him, yet he will notice soon enough that his efforts are futile. the moment the knife exits satan's pale grey eye, his body seems to have already regenerated, leaving not a single wound or gap to indicate that he has been injured.
he does nothing to stop him until his laughter naturally runs its course. then wordlessly, he teleports them into the apartment that he was so intent on guarding. whether the sudden change in scenery distracts him or not, satan finally confiscates his weapon from him, plucking it out of his grasp and tossing it over his shoulder. with an easy grin, he meets his eyes as he loosens his grip on his wrist. ] Sit down, boy. [ with a dismissive flick of his fingers, he throws him back into the couch. ] Keep that up and you'll bust a pipe. [ a soft chuckle. ] That was a real treat you've given me though. [ he wags his finger at him. ] I haven't experienced such raw violence firsthand since Vietnam. [ he shudders a little. ] You've 'bout damned turned me on.
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the laughter just pisses him off even more. he's yelling by the time his knife gets taken away from him, raising his now emptied fist to shove knuckles against this asshole's face. every muscle is tense, ready to fight. to break shit, to destroy. he gets released, thrown down on the couch, and sam's still fuming. he doesn't know how to calm down, how to turn it off once his temper's run loose. it's like sparks above a haystack: once it's lit, it'll burn until there's nothing goddamn left to burn.
so he takes a breath. in through his nose, not steadying one fucking bit because sam is near-immediately reaching over the arm of the couch for a lamp so he can throw it straight for mister fuckwit's face. will it hurt him? probably not. but that's beside the point by now. no words, nothing to reason with, just sheer goddamn rage and a need to expend it straight out on this fucker. )
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he catches the lamp as it's flung at him before sending it back to its original post near the couch. ]
Don't reckon your owners will be too happy with you if you start wreckin' their home. If you want to come at me, then you could at least have the good sense to leave the furniture out of it.
[ he motions toward the kitchen area. ]
Don't they've got some big ol' kitchen knives that you'd rather throw at me? I'll even stand still so you can guarantee a hit and save these walls from any holes or dents. Doubt they'd want to allocate their funds to home repair 'cause you haven't been properly trained yet.
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but he is angry. and this asshole's talking about owners and if sam had actually been thinking, he'd have connected that he means blue and henry, that he's fucking up their shit, that he's pissed and taking it out on them and not who he really should be.
oops. )
Fuck you.
( his voice is still low, more gravely than anything else. sam grabs hold of the couch's top cushion, rips it loose and fucking throws it straight for his stupid face. hopes it distracts this guy enough that he can throw himself over the back of the couch and find something else he can throw. )
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easily dodging the cushion, satan reclines back, planting the heel of his cowboy boot against the wall behind him and folding his arms across his chest. he's just going to let the boy ride this one out. it would be as easy as snapping a finger to calm him, but he has a strong set of principles that doesn't permit him to disarm someone of his anger. it would be rather ironic, wouldn't it? wrath alleviating a being of their, well, wrath. he can imagine the look on rafael's face—
unpleasant. he just made himself grimace.
lifting his left hand, he palms a slow yawn as he redirects his attention back to the raging nephilim. where were they? oh, right. temper tantrum. go on then. ]
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fingers wrap around the hilt, before sam is jumping back up to his feet--looks across the room and beyond the couch to where the other--thing is.
takes a breath. simmers down a bit. enough to find his words again. )
Who the hell are you?
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[ steel grey eyes slide over him, slow and critical. ] But I reckon that somethin' like you don't have much patience for good manners. [ he regards him with a wicked grin as he cranes his head slightly. ] You've got the Hell 'bout right there.
[ he hooks his right thumb into the pocket of his jeans. ] I'm known by different names. [ he starts a count on his left hand. ] The Serpent. [ one. ] The Dragon. [ two. ] The Devil. [ three. ] Wrath. [ a spark in his eyes at that singular word as he directs a keen gaze his way. ] But you can just call me Satan. We're more or less Relatives, ain't we? Loose fittin', especially since you're only a halflin'.
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but it's fine. he'll make due.
except this guy goes on and on and on and it just confirms all of sam's fears. stronger, better than him, and far higher in the food chain than anything he's ever taken on. explains the lack of blood, because he can at least--usually break shit enough to bleed them. )
Samil, ( the way he says it emphasizes the il. Sam-ill. purposefully not lengthening the sound of it, purposefully differing the sound of his name. ) child of Samael. ( sam-eye-el. see? very specifically different. not the same name at all. )
Are you gonna get the hell out, or do I need to ram this through your neck 'til your head falls off?
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so he is an archangel's child. how juicy. he was never close to samael. they ran in different circles, so as amusing as it is to hear his name leave the nephilim's mouth, he doesn't garner any more of a reaction than an unremarkable— ] Ah. Samael. I haven't heard that name in a long time. [ he slowly pushes away from the wall as he walks toward him. ] So, [ he stops at the edge of the couch, a portrait of ease. ] how did it happen? Was it a timeless love affair or did he finally take his role a little too seriously? [ his smile turns fond for a moment as he speaks his next words. ] Asmodeus always has it the easiest.
[ he glances down at the sword in his hand, looking impressed at its size. ] Mighty fine blade you have there, Samil. [ he hooks his other thumb into his pants' pocket as he leans forward graciously. ] We're in the middle of a Family reunion of sorts, but if you feel the need to take a couple of swings at me with that big ol' sword of yours, then I'll be more than happy to let you have a go at it. [ he tilts his chin up emphatically. ]
Go on. I'm sure this time you'll get me real good.
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( he's not giving satan a clearer answer than that. if he doesn't know about armageddon, that they won, that the world is a dumpster fire that satan and his kind fucked up beyond recognition, he's not going to provide that information for him. he's not going to tell him how broken the world is, how they're all just fighting to hold on.
instead, he's raising his (borrowed) sword and swinging it forward to try and dislodge satan's head from his body. maybe it won't do anything. but it'll make sam feel better which is just as good. )
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if he wasn't sure whether samil is from his world or not, then he got his determination right there. he would've heard of an archangel goin' mad, even if he was playin' human on earth. nothing escapes his ears, especially nothing that major.
anyway, he's kinda glad that they're off the subject now. samil doesn't seem interested in conveyin' more and he personally ain't interested in learnin' more.
the moment that edge that sword connects with his neck though, it immediately shatters into thousands of tiny shards. he may have found some amusement in the knife earlier, but decapitation just ain't as fun without an audience. so unfortunately for samil, his head is stayin' on while that pitiful sword of his becomes no more. ]
Huh. [ he has the audacity to sound surprised. ] You must've overused it. [ a pleasant smile just for him. ]
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until now.
oops. he'll have to figure out how to explain that to henry later. sorry i borrowed your lost and found sword, it shattered into a million pieces all over the carpet? maybe. well. if he can even get this asshole out of here. )
What do you want?
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he should take pity on the boy though. he seems highly distraught now — at a loss, even. ]
I came to deliver a pair of thongs. [ he looks down at the broken pieces of metal on the floor. with a slight motion of his fingers, he slowly starts to put the blade back together. ] 'course I was hopin' the actual residents of this apartment would be here to verify it.
[ his eyes lift up towards him. ] If you were referrin' to yourself, well— I don't reckon that there is much you could offer me.
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( because sam doesn't have anything more to offer than he already has. he doesn't want this asshole roaming around, but there's nothing he can do about it yet. he can throw away the shitty lingerie as soon as satan's out of blue's apartment.
his jaw sets tight, chin tilting up. )
I don't have shit for you.
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More than happy to. [ he plucks the package out, placing it on top of the nearby table. ] It was nice meetin' you, Samil. I'm sure we'll be seein' each other around. [ he offers him a quick wink before he vanishes from the room silently, leaving no trace of him behind except for that darn red thong. ]