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TDM #22
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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 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 (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. |
 (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. |
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!! |
that's what i've heard! i've only seen to somewhere in the s11
steve doesn't want to think about that, about what kind of person he would be on the opposite side of the scale. often, he doesn't consider himself the best kind of person, but that's the experiences and choosing sides and the casualties that have come along with his decisions. he's quiet for a moment, following dean with his hands curled into his jacket pockets. ]
We might be trapped here, but I don't wanna hurt anyone. Too much of that has happened already – here and back home. [ what else is there to say? ] Maybe it's just about learning to navigate what they want from us and what we can avoid.
[ he's going to hold onto that hope as long as he can. he's still new. his ideals are still based on a completely different world. ]
I'll do what I can to help you with that.
people will say things but coming from me it's worth catching up to
( He hates to burst the optimism bubble, but he's good at it. )
My sleep?
( He throws an arm out because their talking gives the elevator time to close again. He lets Steve out, then himself before unlocking the front door to his suite. )
i'm hoping to one day!!
Having less personal experience with things the city does? [ he smiles at him. ] But sure. We can figure something out to help with sleep too.
[ being relaxed enough around dean means he can tease him, though it dies a little once they step inside his place. it's nice and clearly better than parts of the down they'd just left a while ago. ]
until then, more friendship!! captains and hunters
In here's the uh living room, dining room, kitchen and back down the hall's the communal bathroom, my bedroom, and yours.
( For the next few days, but right now, it's Steve's. )
You hungry?
dean winchester: an honorary avenger
It's nice, [ he says, standing at the end of the main hall to get a look at the living room. ] Lots of space.
[ that other question though... how many times had he done this with his friends when they'd been on the run? stay up all night, eat at odd hours. spend time together before the next fight. not that he anticipates any battles, but steve isn't exactly subtle when it comes to staying out of trouble. ]
I can eat if you can. What's on the menu?
:') he would totes be an honorary avenger, former team free will
( It's not the bunker which was space, but it's a different kind of space. It's "his own." In the bunker, he had his room and then everything else. Also his Deancave. (He misses the Deancave.) Here, he has an entire apartment to himself.
That, he can do, however, rubbing his hands together and leading Steve past the couch and the dining room table. )
That depends on what you want. You like pancakes?
more stories for another time though!!
Pancakes are great. [ and not missing a beat: ] You cook?
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Hell yeah, I cook. With dad on the road a lot of the time, and hours of waiting I taught myself. ( he practically raised his brother on his own. protected him. helped him out. While owning the bar was his dream a few years back, maybe it could become being an actual chef. He does what he does well and not just his throwback Johm Winchester recipes. ) Let me whip you up a short stack.
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Well. I'm an extra set of hands if you need help. Or I could just watch you work.
[ which might also be for the best since he wouldn't want to get in the way. ]
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You helped me, tonight. Take a load off.
( He gestures to the line of bar-height stools on the other side of the kitchen island as he starts one of the burner's flames. He grabs one of the flat pancake pans already having been there (maybe they do their research) and a bowl. Time to stir and mix. )
Watch the master.
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Master bartender, master chef – is there anything you can't do?
[ you know, just to keep the conversation light. ]
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Ice skate. I can't ice skate.
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[ still some light joking. relax, dean. it's late – or is it early? – and they're about to have some delicious pancakes before bed. ]
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( He starts on the first pancake, pouring the mix onto the pan. )
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Before aliens and space and magic, I might not have believed the part about demons. [ but you know. ] Seems like we can all learn new things.
hello hello
You got me on aliens and space. The perverts here would rather we learn new positions than aliens and space.
hello 👀
If you think about it, we're the aliens here. Not sure what that says about them. [ he means those perverts dean's just casually mentioned. ]
do you see me here
whereas, steve.
there's a kitchen island.
not that his mind isn't... on pancakes.
he deposits one on a plate he sets out, setting out to make a second. )
It says they'd rather experiment on the aliens than the locals who've assimilated into their totalitarian regime. ( What, he knows things. ) It also says we're not evolved aliens. Heterosexuality and missionary, bad.
i do and i'm crying at dean lmao
steve blinks once, that same sense of embarrassment working up the back of his neck this time as he stares at dean while he moves to make another pancake. suddenly, his mind isn't exactly on food. it's on this place, on the implication that there's a quote to be filled every month regardless of personal preference. maybe that's why they're talking about this, leaning back to rub at his neck like that alone would help ease how he's feeling. ]
Is that what they think? [ the heterosexuality and missionary thing. ] Or is that what you think?
[ it's an honest question, and really, steve isn't there to judge whatsoever. he's curious. ]
cry cry all the way home also this is me all night so /parks
Me? ( yes, you, dean. and his eyes draw squarely on the third pancake as it sizzles. ) I went three, four years without thinking about real sex. For me. Not including - me time. Always been women. Lotta women for a long time, few women that stuck but eventually, my family, my brother, this kid that we took care of, Jack, they mattered more. I got older. The world got uglier. ( God himself took away his free will. He snaps out of it, finally looking up. ) I don't know. I know what my dad'd say about it, and how I've reacted before. Guy hits on me, I -- I'm not smooth. But, I've been curious. ( He holds Steve's gaze... Right. Pancake! He slides that one - as it fights to get off the pan. Shit, Dead one.
He lifts the pancake on the spatula and tilts his head. Is it a goner? ) Aren't we all curious?
i'm right here with you tbh
holding dean's gaze before he turns away causes him to swallow. had he been holding his breath? ]
Never really thought about it, but you're right. Things changed. Your priorities do too. [ there's a soft pause, slowly shifting to stand like he's planning to move around the kitchen island. he does, but he's speaking as he goes. ] I'm not exactly the best person to be giving out that kind of advice, but I think if it's something you want – [ steve takes up the plate and holds it out, expecting dean to deposit the clearly burnt pancake onto it. ] You should go for it.
You only live once, right? It's better to be honest with yourself.
i saw the new scream, i thought about going to the bar, omicron yada yada . here w wine
( You get +1 burnt pancake. )
And if I don't know what I want, outside of -- not knowing what I want.
( Cas or even beyond Cas. There's a plate and a pancake between them or Dean might do something stupid. Instead, he pours another healthy dollop of batter. And then, as nonchalantly as he mentioned sex... ) I've lived more than once. Died -- I lost track how many times. At least eight. ( Plus over one hundred in Sam's tango with the freakin trickster. )
I had that, no time but the present, screw it all phase. That was before the first time. ( He does what the equivalent of giggling would be for Dean. ) That involved a particularly naughty threesome. Twin sisters. That carefree, nowhere to go but down thing wore off. Soon, I just had an expiration date.
( He flips the perfect pancake. )
Between you and me? ( He looks up. ) Think I passed my last one.
yesss a perfect end to the night
I try to give advice as Steve Rogers these days. [ because he'd carried and ruined that mantle, especially once he'd split up the team and gone rogue. that might have been the first time he'd ever really done something for himself, too. ] But hey. You've got time, and even if this isn't the greatest place, the opportunity to be curious.
[ is that a safe thing to say? it feels like it is. dean's been nice company the entire night, and the least steve could do is reassure him. which is easy to do when there's not so much tension building between them. or is that just something steve's noticing on his own? ]
You know, you still look good to me. [ a pause. he clears his throat a little. wow, suddenly he feels awkward. ] I mean, with the expiration date and all.
right?
( He's not someone that carries that kind of against the grain guilt, except when he has to do what he must and someone loses their life in the process. )
Former expiration date. You're hitting on a dead guy. ( He pauses, sliding the last pancake on to Steve's plate. He flips the burner off. ) Not that you're hitting on me. People look good for all reasons. ( He turns back, chest to plate Steve still holds. ) But, I do look good.
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steve immediately forgets everything they'd been talking about – what was that about human rights? is he supposed to be commenting on that? – and almost forgets the part about dean straight up telling him he's dead. that's not unusual to steve. not really. he's seen a lot weirder, a lot stranger. he'd gripped dean's shoulder and felt how warm and alive he is, besides. ]
Yeah. [ talking seems very awkward now. ] You do. [ another pause. elaborate, steve. ] Look good.
[ the one arm he'd had tucked across his chest drops, still dumbly holding onto the plate. ]
You, uh, wanna share these?
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lmao the hunt of stubble.
shh i saw nothing
but the internet is forever
my memory isn't though :')
neither is mine :')
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