duplicitymemes | TDM #22

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TDM #22

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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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"Probably." He knows he shouldn't take sweets from strangers, but Dorian looks kind enough and he has a weakness for shaped candy. (What? He might not remember if he did it as a kid, but as an adult, Isra has always appreciated nibbling the ears off animal crackers.)

"Thanks." He takes up the treat and nips its head off. "I know it's silly, but I think it's mean to eat them from the feet up, you know?"

With the treat accepted, Dorian reaches into his little bag of goodies and pulls out a sugar cookie. The art of it is pretty and it's relatively soft to the touch, so even if it's likely as sweet and plain as the marshmallow, it won't have him breaking a tooth.

A scoff of a laugh leaves the mage and he responds before taking a small bite from the cookie. "It's humane, I suppose."

"I'd still do peep jousting, though. You done that?" He finishes off the snowman and licks his teeth. Sweet, but not just sweet. Maybe it's pepperminty? Something else to it. "Microwaving little marshmallow birds with toothpicks so they puff-up and fight."

"And, uh, hi, I'm Isra." Should they shake hands? They can shake hands. Is that what people do here?

"No, I've never heard of that before. Do you still eat them afterwards?" He's assuming they're also marshmallow treats, considering the fact that they apparently puff-up in a microwave.

As much as Dorian would rather eat food than make it fight, the thought, although a bit childish, is amusing.

"It's a pleasure, I'm Dorian," he responds back holding out his hand politely to shake. A bow of his head is usually his go-to, but considering he's sharing snacks with this fellow, he can get a little physical.

After a brief smile to the other man, Dorian makes a face at the sugar cookie. Just as plain as he had anticipated.

"Naw, they lose all their fluff and turn into sugar-napalm. It'll melt your fingertips clean off." He moves to shake hands and finds himself leaning in, just a bit of a sway towards Dorian, like a flower turning towards the sun. Isra looks a bit confused, but doesn't seem actively upset by it.

"Huh."

Now that makes Dorian chuckle, the idea amusing him even more that the treats would be wasted for amusement.

When he moves to withdraw his hand, he notices the lean and makes no attempt to pull back from Isra. "Feeling alright?" Dorian is certainly a bit warmer than when he first came out here, and he's not sure if it's the hot cocoa he'd sipped before his sugary treat or the company currently inching into his personal space.

"I dunno. I still have enough juice, so that's not it, but I think I'm running hot and cold. Or at sixes and sevens." He licks his lips again and tugs his coat tighter? Or maybe he should loosen it?

"I had someone warn me that it was gonna happen sooner or later, but I was thinking maybe later?" He looks around and blinks once. Twice. A bit slowly. "Guess not. Feels a little like some really good hash I had in Rattanakosin."

A curious cant to his head and Dorian raises his cookie to his lips for another bite and watches the man tug at his coat and blink slowly like he's in some sort of haze.

"I've no idea what you're talking about or what that feeling is." Was he referring to a drug? Whatever it is, it's amusing.

"Sort of like taffy? Since we're still on sweets, it's slow, kinda dopey? Not that taffy is dumb, but slow?" He ducks his head and shakes it once, before smiling again. "You wanna walk around and look at things?"

"Alright, but I've a feeling we won't get too far, what with you feeling slow and perhaps a bit dopey? It's not a bad look on you." Kind of cute, actually, the way this man seems to be shaking off whatever the marshmallow has done to him.

"I'm in no hurry." Without thinking, he moves again, leaning into Dorian's space as if he could or should buss against him like an overly affectionate cat. He wants to touch and be touched. Something else? Something more?

"Good, neither am I," slow is just fine by him and he's even more inclined to go at that pace what with this fellow moving in even closer. Dorian finally reaches up to lay the back of his hand against the man's forehead and then cups the side of his face.

"You do feel a bit cold, perhaps a walk would help warm you up," Dorian's touch is warm and gentle, encouraging to some degree, as if he's coaxing Isra closer.

Oh, well, if he's encouraging him, then he's most certainly going to move closer and almost nuzzle at Dorian's hand. His breath is warm against his skin and he lets his eyes drift shut only for a moment before pulling back, still looking a little dazed.

"Warming up sounds, yeah, that sounds like just the thing."

The attraction and pull towards a stranger while under the influence of whatever was in their treats is something familiar to the mage. However, it's not just Isra that seems drawn to get close, Dorian lets his hand linger, thumb running the line of a cheekbone before trailing down to gently pinch his chin.

"Let's see if you can make it to the park or even out of this market, hm?"

"If you ask me to, I will."

Another smile, this one starts shy and edges into confused. He wouldn't usually say that, but this whole thing is more than a little weird. "You think there's somewhere warm nearby? I want to, heh, I wanna do stuff I haven't in a long time."

Finally, Dorian's warm smile grows a bit sharp and very playful, especially with the confidence that this man will do as he's asked. Is obedience normal to him or is he getting a bit desperate? Curious.

"I imagine we shouldn't have too much trouble finding a warm nook to sneak into. Maybe inside a café?" Sure Dorian may not know what it is exactly this man is wanting to do, but he can certainly venture some guesses.

"As you wish."

That gets another huffed laugh - warm breath puffed against Dorian. Will 'Princess Bride' jokes make sense to someone not from his world? Who can say.

"Lead the way, and I'll follow. I...I just want, I think I'm ...I think I am very high, or drugged, or something, and I just want to keep touching you. Is that good? If not, I'll be sad about it, but I don't want to press, not where it's...just, y'know, say 'yes' and tell me? Tell me what you'd like and I want to serve. To be good for you."

So obedient! Dorian looks slightly impressed by the willingness to do what he wants, but also just a touch suspicious. Usually food just made people frisky, but this was something else entirely.

"I'm fairly certain we've both been drugged- typical when eating food made here, but not to worry. It's good if you touch me, even better if you press. Especially if you press." Dorian wants to feel the heat of more than just this man's breath against him and despite the yearning, leads them towards the café and hopefully towards some semblance of privacy.

"I'm not worried at all." He was told not to be, and so he's not. It's just that simple. It's also something of a relief - since his arrival, everything has been so strange but this feels simple. Simple and right to trust Dorian completely, and just relax into it.

So very obedient, indeed. He makes a little sound and stays good and close. As they walk towards the cafe, he stops long enough to push Dorian against the side a little craft shop, pressing their bodies together. "Like this?"

"Good," he wouldn't like to make this man sad when all that he seemed interested in was being good for him.

Dorian keeps close enough to touch and lets out a noise of surprise when he's pushed to the wall. "Yes, but closer." They aren't quiet where he intended for them to be, but the mage is far from complaining feeling how warm and solid Isra is against him.

The positive reinforcement makes him shiver, and there's a moment where he's turn between the desire to rut against Dorian or to just drop to his knees. "Closer. I can do that."

The little building isn't the best for this, but he needs to do what he's been told. Isra presses himself close, slotting his thigh between Dorian's legs. "Any closer and we're going to need to take off our jackets."

Dorian takes the initiative once there's a thigh between his legs, grinding forward against it and slipping his hands to rest on the other man's hips.

"Or we could simply open them, but I want skin on skin." Because as delicious as the friction is against his sensitive skin, it's not what he's craving at the moment.

There's a certain measure of strength to Isra, and it seems that if he wanted to, he probably could lift and hold Dorian up. Through his clothing, there are odd textures - scarring, perhaps, and then cool ridges of something that is definitely not flesh.

"Then that's what I want. They'll...they won't mind in the cafe?" Bless, he really is new, isn't he?

"Sweet Maker, no. If anything, they'll likely want to watch," Of that, Dorian is certain. It's not so concerning, especially with this man's desire to obey. After a pregnant pause of yearning, Dorian trails his hands down the man's front, finding just enough room between them to do so before he leans in to speak into his ear.

"I wouldn't mind either."

"Easy then." If Dorian is happy, Isra is happy. He leans in, once more and nuzzles against the other man's neck before he's able to pull away. It's a Great Sacrifice not to keep at it, but indoors is the better plan and it's what Dorian wants.

"I'm pretty ugly under the shirt. You want skin to skin, but I misplaced a lot of mine." A little reassurance, please?

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