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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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?

Heat, contact, pressure, Dorian is wanting of it all, but he has patience enough to pace himself and not turn into a desperate mess of wanting against the wall of the café.

"I don't care how it looks, just how it feels. I want as little between us as is possible, do you understand?" There's no bite to the mage's words, but they're sharp and clear and Dorian squeezes those hips tight and pulls them against his own in one last grind before releasing him completely.

"Crystal clear, boss." Isra's smile is bright and easy-going. He's got this. Holding hands and looking as pleased as can be, he lets Dorian lead them into the café.

"I just, I just wanna be here for you to use, to have, to whatever you like." Not normally a sentiment he'd express; even less so as they walk through the door of a nice place. "Damnest thing, y'know? S'weird, but I also, I want you to know, I'm not bothered now, and I am pretty darn sure I'll be fine with it whenever the whatever wears off."

The lack of argument and resistance is encouraging and Dorian looks beyond pleased when his hand is held and he's obeyed with a smile.

As they step inside, Dorian considers what Isra is saying, the possibilities it invites and while the mage is used to having power and knowing what he wants, he's never been with someone so open and eager to be of use. "I hope you're right, it would be a shame to have you resent me for your urge to be used."

The café isn't as crowded as he would have expected with the nippy weather, but perhaps the locals are finding other ways of keeping warm than just moving indoors. There's a flight of stairs that lead to some more cozy seating and Dorian guides them to a nook accompanied by a large, frosted bay window and a tall table with cushioned bar chairs. "This will do."

Dimly, Isra is aware that there are other people around them, but they're not important. He follows Dorian up the stairs and towards the bar snug. There's a couple of convenient hooks and he tugs off his jacket and offers to hang Dorian's as well.

"Being used sounds so good. Like, it's just, I gotta, you know?" Should he sit nearby or take the floor? "I haven't sucked cock in a while, and I dunno if that's your thing, but I remember the basics?"

"Then I'll be sure to use you to my hearts content," It's not something he's ever really done, ever the considerate partner and believing fully in reciprocation, but if Isra is feeling compelled to fall to his knees and offer himself, then who is Dorian to refuse?

"Can't say that it's not my thing or that I would turn it down. By all means, go ahead and show me the basics," he invites after he's shrugged off his coat and given it to the other man to hang.

Pleased that he's able to be of service, Isra hangs his coat, then puts aside his scarf and goes to kneel in front of Dorian. When he's finally where he really wants to be, he lets out a contented hum before nuzzling up against his leg.

Someone from the café comes up to ask if Dorian would like to order anything, and if they end up chatting, that's fine - Isra isn't really paying attention. He is torn between resting his head on Dorian's knee or starting to work on and tug down the other man's trousers.

Dorian gives Isra a glance before ordering based off of the worker's recommendation, an eggnog and for the man between his legs, a glass of water. Once his order is taken, the mage returns his attention to Isra, shifting his weight to allow his trousers to be pulled down.

If the eggnog is doped like the marshmallow, he's in for a very interesting day. (And evening, likely.) Then again, he's hardly going to complain about anything so long as he's able to do as he's told. And right now? Tugging down Dorian's pants is high on his list of interests.

"May I?" He shifts, adjusting how he's kneeling so that he's comfortable and settled between Dorian's legs. Isra rests one hand on his thigh, and moves to stroke his cock with the other. "I just, I just wanna be made good for you. Please?"

Strangely enough, Dorian doesn't suspect the eggnog of containing anything like the treats and gives no second thought to curiously sipping from the glass once it's brought to him. It's his first time trying something like it and while the consistency is thicker than he would have expected, it's not bad.

A fine line of the creamy drink decorates his mustache, but he after rubbing his lips together and licking them, he's rid of the mess and eying the way Isra asks permission.

"You're being very good. Go ahead, show me what you can do," Dorian invites and while he's not fully erect yet, the stroke of that hand over the length of his filling cock and the inevitable touch of tongue and lips will bring him the rest of the way there.

He's good? His expression glazes over a little as he soaks up the praise, and then nods. If he'd had any concerns, a good word or two neatly wipes them away before he leans in and licks his tongue over the head of Dorian's cock. Different, interesting, but he remembers what he used to like.

With a hum, he moves to quickly lick his own palm and suck on his fingers before returning to stroke. No one wants a cold, dry hand somewhere personal. There's no hurry, and he's perfectly willing to suck, be used, or just keep Dorian warm while he chats with other people.

From this angle, if Dorian were to look at the back of his neck, just behind his hair, there's something that looks rather like a magical sigil written in metal and embedded into his skin. Weird.

The swipe of Isra's tongue over the head of his cock draws an immediate hum from the mage, but then he's watching, eager to see more than the man's own hand go in between those lips.

"Come on, Isra... open up," Dorian tries to encourage, slipping his fingers into the other man's hair and urging him down onto his cock. As he works on nudging his hips up and the other man down, he catches sight of that sigil. With his other hand, he carefully brushes strands of hair away from the mark and barely traces the metal.

The sigil is a little uneven, some of the metal lines thicker than others, and there are points that look like brads or contacts, little bits of scarring around the edges. When it's touched, he shivers and his mouth opens, allowing Dorian inside.

He relaxes, letting Dorian's instructions wash over him. It feels instinctual to follow them and it feels even better to obey. His mouth is hot, wet, and soft - perfect to be used.

When his touch isn't met with objection, but with a shiver, Dorian continues to trace, only stopping when that mouth descends on him, open and willing. A sigh leaves the mage and he's momentarily distracted from what the symbol and scarring might mean, palm flat and gentle on the nape of Isra's neck.

"Just like that, you like being my cock-warmer, don't you?" His other hand currently rakes and gently scratches over the other man's scalp before leaving his hair to pick up the glass of eggnog.

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