duplicitymemes | TDM #22

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TDM #22

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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 highrise. 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.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. 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.

« « « WINTER WONDERLAND

As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures.

Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again.

« « « DUBIOUS DELIVERIES

(cw: aphro, humiliation kink)

Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions.

Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation.

It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched.

Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise.

« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE

(cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)

A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold.

Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed.

• The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered.
• The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.
• The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy.
• The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike!

These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day.

One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny.

There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby.

« « « 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 likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive.

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 fun!!

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Stubborn.

[It would be accusatory, except now Kate has her fill of skin, and she's taking advantage of the chance to run her hands over it, exploring what she can. And, well, maybe Yelena's right, about Kate not hating the teasing, not being opposed to the payoff coming later; if, of course, the payoff is worth it.

Turns out, with Yelena, the payoff definitely is]

Oh, should I stop then? Keep my mouth occupied with other things?

[her touching becomes more intentional then, less absent exploring, her nails dragging lines along Yelena's inner thighs]

Not the best place to nurse a hangover, either.

[ which is his way of confirming that he remembers the same. though, the magnitude is probably greater for her, given her part in the whole disaster. it's comforting to know, at least, that she remembers the same things as he does, because geralt not knowing has been hard for jaskier to navigate. it makes him reach out his hands to her and gives her a knowing nod. ]

Jasper— Worked wonders in the end, it seems. I did tell you that I didn't think Chaos was done with you yet.

Are you...really here?

( he doesn't mean to sound so confused but he'd just lost yennefer not too long ago and then he'd ended up badly beaten and completely out of sorts. he thinks he can't be blamed for doubting that this is real.

he doesn't stop looking at her and if she wants to read his thoughts, she's going to find nothing but doubt, incredulity and fear that she's going to disappear once more. )

Yennefer?

[ Even after getting his hands on a decent coat and pair of boots, there’s no concealing the fact that Carver doesn’t belong. The world died more than a decade ago and all the cities with it. He’s never bothered to run the math on how many people are left - no need, really. The dead outnumber them, the hordes growing larger by the day, and the survivors Carver’s run into hardly rate the name. Nothing but obstacles in his path, worth no more or less than what he can take from them.

But here, there’s electricity. Walls. Hot water. And people who walk around in new clothes like they’ve never once known starvation.

Uncanny. He fits poorly among them. Always checking his corners, sizing up everyone he meets for what he can take from them. Too long out in the woods, he thinks absently. But then, crowds made him twitchy even before the world ended.

He walks, though. It’s tactical. You have to know your surroundings. He keeps his hood up, fabric bunched around his throat to conceal the tattoo he woke up with, and wears his knife openly on his belt.

A warning. These things matter. His backup blade he keeps tucked into his boot - concealed, but still close at hand. And he spends what little money he’s allotted on a black handled whip with treated leather. Something posh that the vendor sells him with a knowing look that makes Carver want to bash the man’s skull into pulp. If he can’t get his hands on a gun, then he’ll make do with this - something to force or maintain distance between him and his enemies.

You take the weapons you find. You work with what you have.

He walks, and he watches, and engages with no one. Right up until he notes a woman with dark hair, and what happens when she lifts her hand.

A snowball drops in midair. No one else seems to notice.

Carver pushes his hood back. His hair’s gotten long. He could use a shower. ]

How’d you do that?

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[ though she holds no interest for most of the items in the market, she does peruse in hopes of finding something that can be of some interest to her, particularly things she can integrate into the ingredients used for the potions and salves at venia, always keen to experiment on crafting new things of use. ultimately, her search merely leads her to the stalls of food at the square, skeptical of most of what's being sold with the understanding of what their intent usually is.

morgana does however find herself purchasing a box of cookies, with a variety of sweet flavors. though she doesn't typically have the tooth for overly sweet things, she has a lover keen on desserts, especially for the mornings, and if anything is to come of this venture through the market, at least vanessa will benefit from it.

when she's ready to depart, however, she halts in her step, seeing yennefer seated alone at a table, a drink in her hand that she tends to slowly.

i'm trying, she'd told geralt, and while it'd be easy to merely step away, she knows she needs to put an effort in forming a better relationship with the woman whose life will no doubt remain entangled with her own by way of a shared love.

stepping forward, she stands by the table, brow raised as she peers on down to her. ] I thought I warned you about carelessly drinking what they offer here.

[ He sounds as if he hasn't seen her in weeks, which is really what's more unsettling to her, given that her last memory of him is only hours, maybe even days old; granted, said memory had also entailed him wanting little to nothing to do with her, but they were just becoming accustomed to being in one another's presence again, albeit begrudgingly on his part.

Now, she doesn't need to resort to mind-reading, truthfully; he looks at her as if he expects her to dissipate before his very eyes, some sort of spectre that he never anticipated laying eyes on. Beyond that, the fact that he's staring at her straight on, unflinchingly, after barely being able to regard her is what prompts her to draw in a slight breath. ]

Is this the part where I tell you to come closer and verify it for yourself?

[ She's selfish enough to want him to look at her like this again, so she doesn't ask the other question hovering on the tip of her tongue yet. ]

That's what you get for guzzling ale like it's water.

[ It comes as a surprise, really, that said confirmation leaves her feeling so relieved; of course she's spared thought to exactly how many of them might have been brought here, and whether any of Geralt's witcher brethren are among them or if it's a lot confined to only some of the group, but she hardly expected to experience a level of reassurance in regard to discovering Jaskier here, of all people.

Yennefer pauses, briefly, when he stretches out a hand to her, but then one of her own eventually unwraps itself from around the mug in front of her so she can establish a warm clasping of her fingers in his. ]

So you said. This place, though, is another matter. One that even Chaos may be at a disadvantage to... overcome.

[ Over the last several days, Yennefer has realized that she will have to find a means of earning coin in order to afford more in the way of valuable things — dresses beyond the ones that appeared in her wardrobe upon her arrival chief among them. She's certainly not looking to provide for herself in regard to many of the more illicit wares on display at the market, especially when she can always conjure a small item or two herself if needed, but seeing all that's around her now, some of it might actually come to be of use to her. At least she has the independence to be able to make her own purchases; she'd already witnessed one previous exchange between a stall owner and a submissive before their dominant had stepped in and seemingly smoothed the whole thing over.

Although she'd ordered the food and drink for herself, she only nurses the latter, leaving the former on the plate untouched in front of her with a fingertip running along the side of her cup of cocoa, the soft confection on top long having melted into a white layer of foam that now drifts above the warming beverage.

Her gaze rises to the woman who stops in front of her table, pausing with a glimmer of recognition in her gaze before addressing her with an indicated familiarity. ]

Do I seem so careless? [ The only thing that leaves Yennefer torn between curiosity and annoyance, with the potential to veer in either direction at any moment, is the fact that she has no idea who this woman is, but thoughts of Tissaia immediately spring to mind. ] A conversation I do not recall, I'm afraid.

That it is.

[ he's quick to confirm as he's seen other witches as strong as her try to best this strange world, only to have it all thrown back in their faces. it's an unfortunate reality he's had to come to terms with, but even on his best days, all he's ever been is a bard with some tunes and a dismal lack of magic or anything close to it. that doesn't mean he hasn't found his way to live in the city, even with the black band around his neck that sits above the tuning fork and ring which dangle against his chest. he's made the best of things, as well as he's been able, and he hopes that with time, yennefer will find her strength here too.

giving her hand a gentle squeeze, he manages an empathetic expression. not pitying, but understanding. ]

Geralt's here. Between the two of you, I'm sure you can manage to at least blow up a few more buildings than last time. And you know you can always come to the Sandpiper, should you need a quick escape.

[ It isn't anything Yennefer considers a grand display — surely nothing like what was unleashed at Sodden, almost more of an afterthought except for the part where she'd inwardly thrilled at being able to feel her Chaos again, after the length of time she'd been without it. It's as if she's regained sensation in a limb, experiencing the tingling of stretching out an invisible appendage to its fullest potential, one that had previously been severed and is now reattached.

Then again, the fact that it's so easy for her to reach for it now after trying in vain without results registers harder than she expected it to, and perhaps she's still lost in considering how quickly her power has returned without realizing she's being addressed until she glances up, turning her head to bring the source of that voice into her direct line of sight. ]

I shifted the air around it. A slight redirection.

[ Her voice is short in her explanation, though not clipped or dismissive, more as if she's attempting to offer the simplest answer for something that doesn't even strike her as out-of-the-ordinary or an act that could prove surprising to another. ]

Have you never seen magic before?

[ To his faint surprise, she actually does explain. It means nothing to him - gives him none of the how, or at least not in a way that he can use - but she explains.

Carver watches her for a moment. There's a distance between them. He maintains it out of habit, and watches her with a quiet sort of intensity. There's something odd about her eyes. He's never seen that color before on anyone, living or dead. ]

No.

[ A flat answer. ]

Not real, where I'm from.

( geralt doesn't take his eyes off her for a long moment before he sighs raggedly and looks away. he rubs at his face and then invites himself to sit down, slowly lowering himself across from her and suppressing a grimace when the movement tugs at his still healing wounds. )

Did you just arrive?

( this already feels like something different than the yennefer that had been here previously. he swallows and peers at her sharply before he shakes his head. )

You haven't been here previously, have you? No memory of this place?

Talk talk talk talk talk.

( her voice does go a bit breathier when kate's touch becomes heavier, more assured. she swallows and laughs, peering down at the way her fingers redden yelena's skin before looking over at skin. )

You keep regaling me with all that your mouth can do but I want to find out for myself. I think you should show me.

Always so tidy. It’s easier to take the messy route, you know. Anyway, Floyd doesn’t protest being fixed up and meanwhile shakes his hand to leave the rest of the release splattered on the ground. Not his problem anymore.

“Uh, yeah? We’re slippery and soft. Sharks can be so prickly, ‘specially if you rub ‘em the wrong way.” Figuratively speaking, that’s the same for Floyd. Point is, once the euphoria wears off, he’s not going to enjoy the raw feeling between his legs for the next couple hours. “Jaaade. Let’s go somewhere. I wanna nap.”

He doesn’t even know about Jade’s living situation yet. If he did, he’d probably try to steal his roommate’s bed or kick them out despite the consequences.

[ Albert gives a single nod of his head. He certainly intends to do that, for them to start again from the point they were parted, for things to fall back into that comfortable place, that happy domesticity of having Obi-Wan with him, in his home, in his bed, in his arms. As far as Albert is concerned, this is where the Jedi belongs.

His fingers continue to work, taking time to make it as pleasurable as possible, spreading the digits as they sink deeper, until Obi-Wan seems ready, and neither of them can wait a moment longer.]

Breath slow and steady, dove.

[ And with that, he aligns their hips, the head of his cock easing in, as slow and as steady as he had told Obi-Wan to breath. ]

Oh, goodness. Goodness.

[ Albert makes a low hum of pleasure, leaning in so that he fills Obi-Wan more and more. ]

[Obi-Wan squirmed a little under Albert’s gentle ministrations. Both in slight discomfort and a building need. His own cock having become hard and eager. But finally his lover seemed satisfied with his preparations and the Jedi followed the dominants instructions.

Taking in a deep breath, he could feel the other man positioning himself. Legs and arms wrapping around Albert as he braced himself. There was a sharp intake as he pushed in, Obi-Wan’s eyes wrenching shut and his teeth gritting as his body was taken for the first time. Experience told him the discomfort would pass in time, and he continued his steady breaths. Still he was grateful for Albert’s slow movement and care as Obi-Wan adjusted to the feeling of being filled. Pressing his face against Albert’s neck while fingers gripped his hair. A soft kiss against skin signaling that he was alright and to keep going.]

McCoy ducked his head a little when the man touched his cheek, slightly embarrassed at being so emotional, but he made no move to push the hand away. He continued to smile at Obi-Wan, holding the man by both shoulders after the hug. McCoy just wanted to make sure he didn't suddenly disappear again.

"Good. Good! I won't keep you long then, since I know he'll be runnin right here. You look good Obi! A little older maybe, but that's nothin bad." He patted both the man's shoulders, finally letting him go, "I'm fine. Really. I'm just fine. No major problems at all!"

[ Albert knows how much that first press can hurt, so he is careful, leaning in to kiss and distract Obi-Wan as best he can, hand sliding from the man's
hip to take hold of his cock, stroking to keep him from softening. ]

You're doing wonderfully, Obi-Wan. The ache will pass, it will pass, and you will feel incredible, I promise you that.

[ And he will, Albert refuses to take his pleasure at the cost of his partner. As a dominant he has that duty, that responsibility.

And that is why his lips find that familiar spot on Obi-Wan's throat, one that he knows makes the other man groan, so he has no qualms in paying attention to that point, hips still moving to sink his cock deeper. ]

[And what a wonderful distraction it is, even if pain is something he is well accustomed to. This at least is something he wants, rather than the unfortunate consequence of battle. The Jedi letting out a breath as Albert sank deeper inside of him, joining the two of them together as if for the first time. Fingers stroking through his lover’s hair as they kissed.

Breathing in deeply as he felt Albert’s practiced hand stroking him, Obi-Wan leaned his head back with a sigh. Taking in the utter bliss of their joining as the pain began to fade and the other sensations took his mind from it. Only heightened even more when Albert’s lips found that spot, eliciting the anticipated groan from him. He knew he couldn’t ask for a better dominant with his Albert had come to know him and anticipated his needs. Back arching as he leaned into the touch and willed the wonderful cock to go in deeper still, wanting every inch of him. Murmuring his name as Obi-Wan’s nerd and desire mounted.]

[ It doesn't leave her feeling defeated, necessarily — she won't allow the failures of others to register so deeply with her that she won't even make an attempt to try herself — but she also knows that, at this particular point, he has no reason to mislead her, to try and discourage her specifically. All that aside, she's only just had her Chaos restored, and she doesn't want to do anything so foolish that would cause her to lose control of it once more, not when she's felt the consequences of not having it at her grasp.

It's a position she'll never allow herself to be put in again, as long as she has the ability to defy it.

The sensation of his fingers curling around hers draws her back to the present moment, and her lips curve more instinctively even if the smile doesn't fully reach her eyes — but her hand stilling in his at the mention of Geralt might be the most telling response she can give. ]

He is. [ Uttered like a confirmation, not like a question, even if she hasn't laid eyes on him yet. ] Do you know what he remembers last?

Several days ago. They led us through that mind-numbingly boring orientation.

[ Since then, she's ventured out in small amounts, wandering farther and farther from her assigned living space each time, allowing herself to become familiarized with different touchstones, places on a map translated into real sights that she can return to even if much of the architecture is dissimilar to what she knows or has even most recently glimpsed. Kaer Morhen is certainly a far cry from some of the city's most towering structures, even the building she is currently occupying.

She frowns, not deeply, but enough for him to spot it; his phrasing the question in that way, specifically, could serve as an indication of a truth she doesn't want to venture closer to but finds she must, especially if his memories are not the same as her own. ]

Geralt, how long have you been here?

It was endearing and downright adorable, but the Jedi wouldn’t embarrass his friend any further by saying so. He chuckles a little at the observation though. Not at all surprised that he looks older, because well, he does and knows it. But McCoy us then given a look with a slight arching of his brow at the insistence that he’s fine. A bit suspicious to be sure.

“I’m glad to hear it then, and I hope you have found yourself a good partner?” He means a submissive of course. Someone that hopefully appreciates the man as much as he does.

A thought then occurs to him as he reaches for his ear. “It seems I’m missing your little memento.” The piercing from camp that McCoy had given him is no longer there.

And where are you from?

[ It's not a question posed with any real interest in knowing the answer, but she can bear the steps of polite conversation for now — especially since her wanderings had been more aimless this time around, with nothing else demanding her presence at the present moment.

She is intrigued, not reduced to wariness, by the fact that he is watching her unflinchingly, and meets his gaze, lifting her chin slightly, her features relatively impassive if not wholly closed-off. ]

Virginia.

[ Or it's where he was last, anyway. He was born in some nowhere Colorado town that probably fell with the rest of the world more than a decade ago.

He tips his head back. ]

United States. Earth. No?

Fourteen months.

( he hasn't been keeping track of time that closely but he knows that it has been a long time. he has seen one yennefer come and go and now here she is again.

and having found that jaskier knew things that geralt himself doesn't know, he wonders if yennefer is asking for that reason. )

A very...long time for me to be in one place.

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