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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!! |
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"Yea, I would like that, Nier. Maybe something where I could get a good stiff drink? I think I could really use one right about now." She gestured for him to point out their way and walked close to him as they started. Anna flashed him a half grin. "I guess it might freak you out if I said I was a night person then?"
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He chuckled and shook his head. "Why would that freak me out, unless you turn into the night, then I think anyone would be freaked out." He answered with a good natured smile.
After a ten minute or so walk they got to the bar and he held the door open for her. "After you."
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Still keeping herself very close as they walked. "Laced? Like they have a problem with people spiking drinks at the bars or something?"
Seemed...odd. Finishing off her drink and tossing the empty cup into a bin. The hot chocolate had worked wonders though. She was warm. Her lips tasted sweet from the marshmallow snowman. Being escorted for a drink by a cute boy. It was almost normal.
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"Practically everything you buy at a restaurant, or a vendor is usually drugged with an aphrodisiac, or some other mind and/or personality altering substance. Not always strongly, but sometimes very strongly. There's some places that don't do that, but it's a bit of a roulette." He told her.
He led her to a booth, motioning for her to take a seat.
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Now that part about everything being spiked with an aphrodisiac did get her attention. She looked at him askance, trying to figure out if he was joking again or not, but he certainly sounded serious about it.
"Umm everything?" Absently licking her lips as she asked and sliding into the booth. Oh fuck, how many of those cookies did she eat? Anna didn't feel any different, at least she didn't think so. Just pleasantly warm. Warm enough to loosen Nier's scarf and loosen her jacket as she got her self comfortable. "Does that stuff really work? I've seen ads and shit for stuff back home, but it's all a scam."
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The laughter faded a bit as he leaned back, giving a slight nod. "From my experience thus far. They're serious about the quota thing, and anything to get someone hot and bothered to have sex, with whoever is near by, they will." He said. "I wish I was joking. Like I said, some aren't as strong as others, and it's usually backed up by magic."
He thought it over, watching her loosen his scarf, at least she was warming up now that they were out of the snow. "I'm sure there are things that aren't as well. I just can't direct you to them myself, since I always get the laced stuff if I'm out. All because of this stupid mark..." He pointed to his neck. "Or it at least feels like I'm singled out to ensure I get the laced food and drinks. Even if I'm not actually." He shrugged. "Which is why I mostly eat at home. Though I do partake of stuff outside from time to time."
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Which was fairly inconvenient as it distracted the witch from following precisely what the, very pretty, man was saying. Blinking after he obviously concluded what he was saying.
Mark, gets all the laced stuff...hot and bothered.
Something like that. The girl bit her lip and nodded softly. The line was curious, and she had mixed emotions about it, but from a purely aesthetic view, she found it ugly. A direct conflict on her own personal thoughts about a relationship that this place tried to force upon all. She had decided that she did not like it, but at least it was 'honest'.
"From what I remember, it is pretty harsh for submissives here, especially if they don't have a contract." Something she was trying to keep from thinking too much about at the moment. Else she'd just throw her hands up in the air at the ridiculousness of the demand.
She felt a pang in her center, causing the girl to shift in the booth a bit. A small fidget, at least Anna tried to keep it that way, slowly blinking.
"Though, I don't think there was much discriminating by the vendors." A dry chuckle, her expression shifting to one of resignation. After all, how could one resist all this.
Being out in the cold sure as shit didn't help any.
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She seemed distracted when he spoke and waved his hand in front of her face, leaning in a bit. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked. "You seem to be distracted by something else." He had no idea she had been watching his lips.
"No, the vendors probably weren't being very discriminatory." He agreed, a soft smile on his lips. "Warming up? Or do you want me to get you a drink? Knowing the risks." He offered. He did catch her fidgeting though he wasn't exactly sure why right then.
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"Yea, I'm fine. It's just a lot to absorb and deal with." Which wasn't a lie per se. Flushing slightly, at the thought of..No, stop that woman!. A soft huff.
"I am, being inside helped, as well as you scarf but I think I will have that drink." Having an explanation for what the young mutant was experiencing helped. Some. Ok a little. It helped a little, but it didn't help with figuring out a way of getting rid of it. Deadpan, she added. "I don't think it really matters if it is spiked."
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"What would you like?" He asked. He wanted to make sure it was at least something she liked if she was going to risk more spiked drinks. He couldn't guarantee one way or the other if it would be spiked or not. "Yeah, I don't think so. If you already have it coursing through you, can't exactly make it worse."
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"What would you like?" He asks...
"Something stiff, strong." She half huffed out, not really even caring about the double entendre. "Surprise me, just not anything that tastes like ass."
The mutant took a deep breath. "Oh so you only get super horny but not super DUPER horny. Great, good to know."
Her tone is far from being pleased to know that fact.
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He started talking to the bartender to see what he would advise, the silvery-white of his hair shining under the lights. After a few minutes he came back with a White Russian and set it in front of her. "Here, he said this is good." He told her with a shrug. "I wouldn't really know myself."
He went back to his seat across from her and sat back down, giving her some time.
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Realizing what she did after watching him walk to the bar, and then realizing that she had been watching his ass the entire time, Anna cussed under her breath. This was ridiculous, but doable. If that was as far as the drugging went.
Her eyes snapped out from the long stare she was giving to nothing in particular as Nier set the drink in front of her. Anna's first thoughts of the obscene amount of whipped cream floating on top of the dark coloured liqueur spun her thoughts in less than pure directions.
Fuck...
You keep saying that...
"Thanks Nier. It does look good." Swiping a bit of cream from the top with her index finger and sucking on the tip. Honestly she was just sampling to make sure whip cream in this place was the same as back home. Though from Nier's perspective?
A heavy flush, and she quickly grabbed the glass and took a drink. The alcohol carried just enough of the cream to make the drink sweet but not annoyingly so. The mutant tried to see if there was some other, hidden, taste. Some trace of these drugs Nier said that were often in the things the 'guests' consumed. Unfortunately she could only taste the drink itself.
She set the glass down, with about half of its original contents left. "Now I think I'll need about a dozen of them."
What she obviously wasn't aware of when she licked her lips clean of the cream was the dollop of the airy substance that was perched on the end of her nose.
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He watched her as she ran her finger through the whipped cream, that gentle smile on his face. "You're welcome. Like I said, the bartender said that it's good. So I do hope you like it."
"Wouldn't a dozen of them make you sick?" He asked, tilting his head. "Oh, facetiously." He laughed realizing what she meant.