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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"Hades?" He suddenly looks hopeful- and then he chastises himself. If Emet-Selch were here he would know. He looked for his soul first of all.

"Ah- my apologies. My dearest friend shares a name with him."

Hythlodaeus meekly brushes some of his hair out of his face as he considers her words, a little embarrassed for daring to hope that he wasn't alone here. "Is he from your world? Or another? Either way, I am glad you have him."

Now if only he had his Hades...

That certainly grabs Persephone's attention.

"Really? Huh... I had heard there were Hades in other worlds, that we gods are something of a constant. Well, not a constant but we pop up in a lot of different worlds." She rambles a bit, looking thoughtful before remembering he'd asked a few questions.

"Oh, yes, he's from my world." She smiles, cheeks flushing as a few brilliant blue forget-me-nots bloom in her hair. "Though now I'm very curious about your Hades. What is he like? Is he also King of the Underworld?"

He eyes the flowers, smiling. She must care for Hades the same way Hythlodaeus cares for Emet-Selch.

"Ah, well. His real name may be Hades, but I'd thank you to keep that quiet, if you would. He would not appreciate my slip. Call him Emet-Selch." He winks. "But in a sense, I suppose. The seat of Emet-Selch is the Keeper of the Underworld, oddly enough. A position that was first offered to myself, but I declined."

As for what he's like... Hythlodaeus gets a far-off look in his eyes as he continues. "Mm... what can I say about him? He is... irritable. Yes, that is what most people will notice about him at first. But he is also caring. Sentimental to a fault... and he enjoys helping people, whether he admits it or not. Time and grief may have eaten away at him, but at his core he has never really changed. He is, and always will be, my most beloved friend..." Sighing, he traces shapes on the sheets, still smiling.

"Is he like that, too? Your Hades?"

"Of course. The secret is safe with me." She smiles and makes a zipping motion over her lips. "Why did you decline?"

She recognizes that look and tone. Smiling a bit wider as she listens, wiggling closer so she can rest her head aginst his shoulder.

"There are some similarities, yes. You must care a great deal about him."

"Emet-Selch is a powerful mage... skilled in both soul sight and manipulating aether. Where I made you one flower, he could make hundreds- no, thousands. I can't even transform... heh. No, I daresay he is better suited to the task than I."

He seems comfortable saying as much, though. Perhaps he's just used to having to explain his shortcomings.

"I care very deeply for him. I do hope that I can leave here and reunite with him soon."

He wouldn't wish this place on Emet-Selch, after all.

"I see." Her voice is a bit quiet as she responds. She understands that feeling all too well. That feeling of being lesser. Her mother made her feel weak, as if she wasn't much of a goddess, with the way she was raised. Though, unlike herself, he seems quite comfortable with the feeling.

The more he goes on about Emet-Selch, however, she sits up and gently places her hands on either side of his face so she squishes his cheeks. It seems the longer they're in the room the more touchy she's getting.

"You're absolutely adorable, you know that?" She chuckles as she pulls her hands back, wondering if she's the same when she talks about Hades.

He's about to ask if Persephone is okay, considering she sounds quiet- but then she squishes his cheeks, and he blinks.

"I am?" His voice is a little muffled, at least until she pulls her hands back from his cheeks. "What have I done?"

He doesn't quite realise how he comes across when he's talking about Emet-Selch, admittedly. But he has never found any reason to hide how he feels- except for perhaps playing off anything too obvious as just greatly admiring his friend. Which works, really. After all, he admires Azem too, and he's just as relentless in his praise for her.

"Mhmm!" She bobs her head in a nod, which sends a few blue and pink petals showering down around her.

"If you don't know then I won't say." She brings a finger up to her lips as she grins at him. It's so easy to see how he feels about Emet-Selch. Sure, some people might just see it as admiration but it seems a lot more than that to her.

"Heheh. I see." He folds his arms behind his head and grins at her. "Keep your secrets for now, then."

He'll figure it out soon enough, after he's had the opportunity to mull over what he said and how he said it. For now though, he's still a little... muddled. The closer contact isn't helping much, but he's fighting very hard to keep his thoughts clean.

"In any case, I should like to meet your Hades."

"I will." She grins down at him. "I'm sure we can arrange that. And if not the city might make it happen." As it has its ways.

She falls into silence for a few moments, wondering what to do now. She's beginning to feel a familiar warmth. No doubt something put in the air of the room to help get people in the mood.

She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, gaze dropping as she fidgets with the hem of her skirt. "So, um, how are you feeling?"

"Well," how to put it succinctly? "Let's just say the conversation hasn't alleviated my problem."

He sighs, looking over to Persephone apologetically. "My apologies. It had started to distract me, but then it simply... got worse."

And he doesn't quite know why. It doesn't occur to him that the room itself is doing it.

"Oh... Um, well, that might be my fault." She sighs and lowers her face into her hands as she continues. "I don't think picking one of these places was a good idea."

She slowly peaks out between her fingers. "I think there's something in the room. I'm... feeling it."

"Oh." His eyebrows raise. Well, that makes for an even bigger problem, doesn't it?

Would leaving help? Would it even be a good idea, considering they're both in this state now? Hythlodaeus certainly doesn't want to be seen like this out in public- flushed and wanting. He doubts Persephone wants to leave like this, either.

His addled mind does present another solution. But he can't just act on it without Persephone's consent... he's not that far gone. "We have two choices, I feel. To leave, part ways, and hope that this passes... or to simply give in."

His gaze meets hers. "What would you like to do?"

It's a problem she's run into a lot here. She should have known better than to think one of the hotel rooms would be safe. Though she's never actually been in any of the hotels without already being in the mood or under the effects of something, how could she know for sure? Now that she does know she'll be sure to remember.

She slowly lowers her hands from her face, cheeks now flushed a dark pink. She's glad he's asking instead of making a move. She worries her bottom lip for a moment as she thinks over the options. Just leaving and heading back to her place in the Down to deal with it on her own wouldn't be anything new. It's happened enough and with her in a far worse state than she is now.

Giving in though... "I'm not opposed to the last options. If you want to, that is. Th-though if we do I should warn you that sometimes I, um, change."

"You change?" He shifts, moving onto his side to peer at her curiously. "Physically or otherwise?"

As if that would deter him at this point... he doesn't even know why he's asking outside of idle curiosity, honestly. It wouldn't change how he feels, wouldn't change that he desperately would rather just give in here than try to sit through it any longer.

"I, too, would prefer the latter option."

"Physical, mostly." She knows she sometimes gets much more aggressive when the red eyes come out, but that's usually only when she's really comfortable with someone. Oddly, she finds herself feeling quite comfortable with Hythlodaeus even though she barely knows him.

"I grow leaves and flowers all over. Sometimes a couple of branch-like wings. I might, um, also get a little aggressive. I think I can control that more than the physical stuff if it happens." It's actually been a while since she's lost control over her physical form during intercourse. So maybe she's getting better at that.

"Intriguing. Consider me deeply curious." Perhaps even more so now that she's mentioned that she changes. Hythlodaeus certainly wants to see that.

"I can assure you that I can handle aggressive, by the by." He can't help the slight smirk as he says it. "I am tougher than I look."

And if anything needs healing, well, hopefully his healing spells still work here.

She looks relieved with that response. It's always a hurdle with someone new that she has to get past. She doesn't want to worry or scare them if she loses control.

"So you won't mind if I get bitey?" She leans in toward him with a grin. There's a definite glimmer of hunger in her eyes now.

If she hurts him to the point of needing healing, she'll likely take care of it herself.

"Mind? Quite the opposite." Chuckling, he notes idly the way his pulse quickens at the idea. He finally reaches out, trailing his fingers along her jaw lightly.

"And if I leave a few marks of my own?" He thinks she'd look pretty with a few bruises on her throat...

"Good." She shivers from that little touch despite the heat rising in her core. Once again drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I don't mind." She brings her hand up to toy with his hair for a moment before closing the short distance between them. It's a tentative press of her lips against his to start off.

Even the tentative nature of the kiss has Hythlodaeus closing his eyes and letting himself go. He doesn't deepen the kiss, not yet, but he does thread his fingers through Persephone's hair and keep her close. Finally, he can stop fighting it. The relief seeps through him, makes him sigh gently through his nose.

After a few moments, when he's sure she won't pull away again, he moves his hand away to fiddle with the fasteners on the front of his robes. They're suffocating by now- he wants them gone and out of the way.

He doesn't need to deepen the kiss. As she feels him relax she pushes forward, her hand moving up into his hair in a mirror of his own movement. She gives in rather quickly to the hunger, mouth opening just enough to flick her tongue out. The scent of spring flowers fills the air around them.

She'd forgotten he's wearing that robe. As his hand draws back to deal with it she wonders how easily it can be removed. She makes a mental note to help him find new clothing later but tries not to let herself get too distracted with other thoughts.

The scent would be pleasant if he was really focusing on it. He registers it, makes a mental note of it being nice, and promptly gets lost in the kiss.

His robe is easy enough to remove, it simply slides off his shoulders when it's open. Underneath he's lean but with some muscle from archery, particularly in his upper arms and chest.

As soon as the robe is out of the way he feels like he can breathe again, though it does also worsen the heat he feels in some respects, too. Anticipation coils in his belly, and he lets out a soft sigh. He moves his hand to Persephone's waist to pull her closer.

It's a scent that isn't going away. She always smells of Spring flowers when in a pleasant mood, but it only grows stronger in situations like this. It fills the air as if one is out in a field and not some seedy hotel room on a strange world obsessed with sex.

She can't see his body, not while she's occupied with kissing him, but she can feel the robe slip away. An act that prompts her free hand to slide up and begin to feel over his chest and shoulders, nails dragging lightly over his flesh.

There's a soft sound in the back of her throat as she's pulled closer. Prompting her to shift so that she's fully on top of him. A position that's much more comfortable to her.

Rolling onto his back to better accommodate her, he slides both hands to her back to keep her close. He hums into the kiss, before slipping his hands up the front of her shirt.

She can likely feel him through the skirt and leggings he's wearing at this point, if she's pressed up against him. It's easier to hide it when it's under a robe too, but like this and with the kissing, he can't help himself. His hips shift under her, seeking friction, and when he finds it his breath hitches slightly.

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