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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2022-01-10 07:43 pm
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TDM #22


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« « « 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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jem walker | in the flesh (crau) | submissive

[personal profile] medals 2022-01-22 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
winter wonderland.


[She prefers the cold, for now. The air bites in a familiar way, freezing her nose and leaving her cheeks red in bright, harsh streaks. It makes her look alive, which is a bonus. It had been summer, she thinks, before she came here. There had been a terrible humidity, the air sticky with evaporated sweat and the salty taste of misery. In a few days she might miss it. In a few days she might miss it all, but for now she crouches low and touches the snow with her threadbare gloves and the puffer jacket they graciously brought along with her.

The jacket no longer smelled like home. It smelled faintly of the humidity, and of fading cologne. Here, she supposed, it might end up smelling the same; different sweat, different cologne. She tries not to think about fading smells and things becoming memories that just days ago, where her present. Instead she thinks: when was the last time I saw snow? and then she thinks fuck! as she wobbles over, the burn of a stray snowball feeling like a slap to the cheek.

In a lot of ways, she’s changed. Once upon time she might have had a different reaction. Now? Well.]
Fucking christ! [and, of course, a gentle rub to her wounded cheek. ]


surprises for sale.


[She wants a hot coffee. Or a hot chocolate. Something burning and vaguely velvety sweet, maybe with caramel. The hot chocolate wins, as do the sugarcookies, and she is content to eat alone, even if here it does feel like there are a million eyes on her.

She gets this place to, some degree. This is what she thought the other place would be, in the early days. She knows part of this script, knows about quotas, and goals, and all this other shit she has to do to get something. It’s half way through the hot chocolate and the first cookie that Jem realises the difference: they don’t ask here.

Her jacket feels heavy, after a moment. Too many layers, and too many sensory triggers that have her whispering a quiet phew. She sheds the jacket, at the very least, puts the cup down for a moment, and breathes. A moment turns to two, then three, and on the fourth there are similar enough faces in the crowd to make her miss heated nights on the beach, or stolen kisses in bar toilets. She remembers kitchens, couches, the drag of teeth on her skin, and -

She snaps out of it, briefly, when she feels the weight of someone sitting next to her. The flush could be because of anything. Totally normal and not sus. ]
Sorry, my jacket - [is take up so much space, let her just -]


network.


text; un: jw

why does the down look more like an apocalypse than the actual semi apocalypse i lived thru
srs q

also srs: hire me pls & thank u. extensive bar experience. not afraid to punch a man 10 x my size. i might drink on the job but only on holidays. less fun job experience: once made lieutenant in a militia. have successfully overcome gun trauma. mostly.

does anyone have weed i need it for medical reasons. :)
Edited 2022-01-22 09:27 (UTC)
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surprise, bi—

[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-22 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You're fine.

[ Looking the part of a Dominant long before he found himself under the close watch of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats, he places his mug on the table with a sharp clack. Hot chocolate, untouched for now, and nothing to eat. The jacket he removes is dark, like everything else he's wearing, and probably more expensive than Jem's entire outfit. Yet nothing about him seems like it was picked to show off. ]

Frank. I'm new.

[ If he notices the color on Jem's cheeks (and of course he does), he's polite enough to keep any comments to himself. His hand, however, is extended toward her. ]
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daddym

[personal profile] medals 2022-01-22 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[A handshake, she thinks. And: so formal. She takes it, with frosty fingers, and gives it a little squeeze, her face not hiding the quiet amusement in it. Her grip is firm. It might be a surprise. Jem knows how she looks; even at twenty-five now with more angles to her face, there's still that deceiving hint of softness.

She folds her jacket after she pulls her hand back, bunching it up onto her lap like a puffed out blue cloud. She is, momentarily, a little cautious to drink. Or eat. This place, you know. ]
Jem. Sorry, I was daydreaming about the beach.

[More or less. She's supposed to do something, she thinks; there's some arbitrary rule here about Dominants that she's forgotten. ]
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[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-23 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cold hands, warm heart, they say. Maybe Jem shouldn't ask why Frank's hands aren't. ]

Ah. [ His expression brightens with a smile, all politeness and charm. ] I can't say I blame you. [ Leaning back, taking the mug back in his hand, he continues: ] Hard to believe that some people prefer the cold, right?
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[personal profile] medals 2022-01-23 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I dunno. Reminds me of Christmas back home. It's always bare freezing there.

[Not always snow, but the rain and ice laced roads she's slipped on more than once. She does reach for her mug though, warmth seeping through the frozen nips of her finger and palms. ] It's nice though, for a bit. [Her smile is small and half nostalgic for a small town that she doesn't even like very much. It's funny, really: she hasn't thought it in months, and here she is. ]

I take it you got the decent end of the deal, then. [No marks, no collars. If she's jealous, it's really just for the freedom. She's not sure what she'd do with everything else without - well. Sip sip.] Surprised they didn't give you a fur coat too.
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[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-23 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well — you said you were daydreaming about the beach. I think that means something.

[ Preference for cold doesn't equal being used to it. In Frank's experience, in fact, it's almost always the opposite: people want what they can't have. Such as a small town Jem doesn't even like very much.

The first taste of hot chocolate comes with the acknowledgment of the joke in the arch of an eyebrow. He agrees with the sentiment. ]


We'll see about that. There's still time. [ The mug is back on the table. ] So you enjoy Christmas. With your family, I assume—?
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[personal profile] medals 2022-01-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
It's nice, usually. My dads mad about films, so we'd usually spend the whole day inside. But I haven't spent it with them in a few years.

[Does that still sting? A little. She supposes the luxury of going home is gone, here. The luxury of choosing to come was. She shrugs, sitting back with her mug cradled between both hands. ] What about you?

[There's a generalisation she could make, probably, about him. The nice suit, the nice way he talks. The very well kept beard. She imagines a non-celebration, scotch, and maybe all of that is a half-hearted fantasy. Jem knows what rich looks like: she lived with it for a year. ]
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[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-23 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Oh. [ There's another movement in his brows, something unspoken that more or less confirms Jem's generalizations. ] I wish I had a good answer. No family to spend it with, I'm afraid. Just a few generous friends.
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[personal profile] medals 2022-01-23 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm. I get that. I spent the last few with friends.

[She thinks. Who can say, she was drunk for most of the holiday season. She glances, at last, to his mug, and there's a uptilt of amusement on her face.] You seem more like a double espresso kind of lad.
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[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-24 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Now, [ His expression mirrors hers, head angled in mock-reprehension. He's playing along. ] Why would I waste my time off on a double espresso?

[ Which says that yes, he is that kind of lad, and judging by the way he's dressed, one that doesn't get time off in general. By his own choice, granted. ]
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[personal profile] medals 2022-01-24 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm just saying, the hot chocolate looks a little sweet for you.

[But you know, god forbid what a horny espresso would feel like. As if the coffee anxiety wasn't bad enough. ]
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[personal profile] descendente 2022-01-25 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Are you saying I look like a bitter man, Jem?

[ The audacity. He drinks again, for good measure. ]
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[personal profile] medals 2022-01-26 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her smile is all niceness and no malice, laughter in her eyes and swallowed down with her next gulp of hot chocolate. Frank looks something. There's something about him that is vaguely reminiscent of all the bitter men she has known in her life. Maybe it's the beard. At the very least, from here, she can tell Frank showers. It's an improvement, really. ]

You look like very serious, Frank. [She grins with this, with all her teeth, and with all her humour reaching her eyes. Jem also knows serious: he is not her kind of serious, she thinks. Maybe money serious; job serious. Boring serious. It would be terrible, actually, if he were boring serious. (She feels less bad about accepting that, now. )]

Like if someone spilled their hot chocolate on your suit, you'd be very seriously agro about it.