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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( fingers brush nick's hair one way, then--push it back the other, messing the very small braid he'd started up but it's fine. nick's hair's too short for that anyway. it's just keeping his hands busy, finding shit to keep him entertained that isn't starting to sort through nick's chaotic mess of shit. )

So Ragnor's a warlock, but it's a species thing then. What does that mean?

( he'll come back to nate later. )

Different worlds, it's fucking confusing.

( nick has a year of experience under his belt and it still gives him a headache to think about for too long. worlds, timelines, it's the sort of thing best left to the kinds of people that understand it. nick's much more content to snag oliver's wrist for a moment, just to still his movements for long enough that he can twist his head and duck a kiss into the palm of his hand. )

He's like...functionally immortal. His father is like, a demon. But he's a good guy. He doesn't want anyone to know it, but he is. He's been looking out for me since I got here.

( weird. he'll have to find ragnor, too, figure out what the fuck his deal is. maybe if oliver can pull from him, even if it's ill-advised. a halfling's probably easier, right? not that he imagines he'd need it here.

there's a burn on the edge of his palm, going into his wrist. it's a little more recent, mark about three inches long. oliver slides his fingers over nick's cheek when he starts macking on him again, hums soft under his breath. thoughtfully. )

You know if you want to make out, all you have to do is ask, right?

( it's more of a joke than anything else. but. )

Obviously I want to make out, I missed you.

( nick's fond little smile turns into something more of a beam as he tilts his head back up again, waggles his eyebrows a few times. not a joke, though he does slide in another comment, because he's on a role.

even if it probably--suits him well, to not elaborate on this point quite as much. )

There's Logan too, then that's everyone. You won't like him, he can be kind of a dick. But I do. You know if you just lean down we can basically do a Spider-Man kiss?

( well since he mentioned it. the hand nick's holding onto slips out of his grip, but only so oliver can drop it down onto the mattress and/or whatever miscellaneous papers get in his way. uses it to hold his weight up, as he leans over nick for a shoddy upside down, spider-man-ish kiss. )

That the only reason I won't like him? 'cause he's kind of a dick?

( or does he need to go start shit. )

He's...prickly. I think you'll find him annoying. It's fine though.

( he sort of shrugs, distracted. looking awfully pleased, the way he always does when people indulge these silly whims of his. never mind that involves some contorting on oliver's part and can't be that comfortable.

nick just smiles sweet and indulgent as he winds an arm around the back of his shoulders, looped around his neck to keep oliver close while he kisses him again. )

You had so much nice shit to say about your three other boyfriends, but this one's just a dick?

( suspicious, nicholas. but he opts to keep on indulging him instead of bothering him for answers. he's got plenty of time to dig into crap later, right? and nick'll probably let something spill eventually. the angle isn't comfortable on his ribcage but he can deal with it. oliver tips head so he can press into the kiss better, nips at nick's upper lip softly. )

I've got plenty nice shit to say about him, I'm just prioritising.

( the tragic thing is nick doesn't get very many opportunities to wax poetic about all the reasons he likes logan--loves. there's a lot of them too, ranging from the filthy to the downright sweet, but it's complicated with most other people.

it's probably going to be complicated here too, but nick wants to live in a world where it isn't a little longer. his head tilts to make it easier to open up, kiss him deeper. his hand finds oliver's cheek, cups his face with a tender kind of touch at odds with what he's about to mumble into the kiss. )

I think I should make you come three times before you leave. So you can spend the rest of the month figuring out who you want to fuck, no pressure.

( so altruistic )

I could always just come back here, y'know. No need to go for all three at once.

( but there's a smile playing at the corners of his lips, pressing another kiss to the corner of nick's lips before he's reaching a hand up to dislodge nick's own. not to get rid of him, just. spider-man kissing is not comfortable, and ribs hurt from this awkward as fuck angle. )

But I'd be a real shit friend if I discouraged you from reaching your goals. Clear off some space? Your bed's a mess. ( he could just shove shit over himself but he'll make nick do it. or he could just. well. lean in closer again, to murmur soft in his ear: )

Or do you want to go out to the couch? Where your clutter hasn't taken over everything.

It's important you support me, even when I'm being ambitious.

( nick twists to snag another quick kiss before he hauls himself out of oliver's lap, making a slight show of how much effort it takes, but once he's up nick quite happily turns around, walks over on his knees until he can crawl his way right back into oliver's lap again.

he leans in but he doesn't kiss him again, looking very pleased with himself as he gets one arm draped loosely over his shoulders, the other held out to the side in the direction of the clutter. )

Check it out, I learned a new trick. ( nick never could manage these sorts of practical magic tricks back home, but a year of practice and a complicated gesture later, the books and papers are sent skittering off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

from the sounds of things, they're all landing a bit chaotically over there, but he's not particularly bothered about that. nick's far more interested in curling a finger under oliver's chin, tipping his head, leaning as close as he can without actually kissing him. ) Happy?

( listen he's being very supportive. so supportive, he leans into the kiss nick gives him, then--leans back against the headboard as nick makes a big show about the amount of effort oliver has clearly forced on him: making him get up, move around, and climb back onto his lap when clearly, nick should be the one who gets to laze around while oliver does all the work. but nick handles it just fine, and oliver's--laughing as nick drapes around him, soft an easy. the gentle laugh morphs into a snort when he flings crap everywhere, making the already untidy room even more chaotic.

but oliver keeps bitching about that to himself, for now. instead, he tips his chin up when nick's fingers press under his chin, grin curling up the corners of his lips. )

Look at you, learning new tricks. ( oliver raises his own hand, slides fingers against the side of nick's neck. little sparks of electricity flow from his fingertips to nick's skin; enough to shock but not enough to hurt him. ) You'll have to show me that one later.

( the bedroom isn't at all functional as a bedroom — it's barely functional as a room, with the chaos nick leaves around it — but he hardly uses it outside of a makeshift study anymore, so nick doesn't seem to mind. he'll probably be annoyed later when he has to shift all that back onto his bed, but for now he just looks pleased with the response. nick always did like showing off a little, after all. )

I'll give you a full demonstration later, don't worry.

( he's too busy now, with leaning in to kiss oliver properly, tugging his chin down lightly to open his mouth up and humming a soft encouraging sound.

nick used to really enjoy magic being wound into sex, and then he very much did not enjoy magic anywhere near it, and these days he lands somewhere in the middle. the light tingling shocks give him pause, but he doesn't tense, doesn't falter. just a brief moment where nick has to touch base with himself — the absolute worst outcome is having some kind of anxiety attack around oliver before he's figured out how to contextualise it, but--it's okay.

it's familiar, like the fit of his hand in nick's is familiar and the sound of his voice is familiar, and it's enough of a relief that nick winds his arm around oliver's shoulders tighter, kisses him harder as a hand goes snaking down to find the hem of the shirt that he's only just put on. )

You're warm enough now. This is too many clothes.

( the kisses are--nice. nicer than he'd expected. oliver's always enjoyed touch, and nick's. plenty touchy. he's cute, easy, gentle, fun. all fucking great qualities that he's not going to complain about. spending time with nick is a joy, a relief, especially here where there's nothing else that's as familiar as he is. nick tugs him down and he's--giving a soft, pleased sound into the kiss, dropping a hand down to slip fingers in under his shirt. presses his palm against the small of nick's back just for the contact--although when nick does start yanking at his shirt, oliver's pulling out of the kiss to put enough distance between them so he can

reach a hand up to grab onto the collar of his shirt at the base of the nap of his neck, tugging both the tee and the jacket off all in one go. )

You know if I knew we were going to fuck, I would've just forgone the clothes and left them for later.

( now he's wrinkling his newly stolen clothes when he could have avoided it entirely. alas. it's fine though. oliver doesn't reach for nick's clothes, but he does lean back into him as soon as his shirt is gone, so he can press right back into the kiss. nips nick's lower lip, before he's swiping his tongue across his lips to deepen the kiss. )

I didn't want you thinking I only asked you here for your body.

( to make this point very clear, he spreads his palm out flat over oliver's chest. nick leaves his hand there a moment, pressing his hand firm and waiting until he can feel the gentle thrum of a heartbeat under his skin.

as he kisses back the points of contact, nick's arm around his neck, hand on his chest, tongue sliding against oliver's and lips firm against his mouth, it all heats up just a little. his magic rises gently to meet oliver's, a soft sensation against oliver's sparks that leaves a vague tingling in its wake.

nick doesn't make any efforts to take his own clothes off yet, but he does drop that hand from oliver's chest to his waistband, tucking his hand in loosely and letting his palm rest over his crotch, though he doesn't do anything about it just yet, just mumbles into the kiss. )

Tell me what you want, right now, in this moment. What do you feel like, Oli?

( nick always feels so warm. he'd blame it all on the magic, but he knows some of that is. just nick, too. his heart's thrumming against his chest, attention focused in on nick's lips against his own, his tongue, the magic that flows between them, leaving behind a pleasant sensation that flows through his veins, and oliver's.

giving a soft moan against nick's lips, pressing forward to kiss the corner of nick's lips while he speaks against oliver's. he's half-hard already, no contact necessary, and presses up into nick's palm when it rests over his cock. )

Right now? ( he wants to strip nick down, leave a mess of marks over him. shove him against the mattress and fuck into him, leave his come inside nick then fuck into him again. wants to wrap his lips around nick's dick and watch him unravel. oliver's not picky. he tips his head, presses a kiss to nick's cheek, trails lips down to nip at his jawline. ) I want you to blow me.

( his head rocks back as oliver's mouth moves along his cheek, down to his jaw, and for a moment he's happy to just indulge in the feeling of teeth on his skin with an encouraging sound. this is nothing new after all, nick has always had a thing for marks left behind during sex. fingertip bruises and nail scratches and teeth imprints and marks sucked into the skin, little reminders he can trace with a finger afterwards and relish a moment a little longer — until nick decides to heal them up, at least. )

Since you asked so nicely.

( he doesn't move right away, teasing out more of a reaction with his palm in slow movements before he tugs the waist of the pants down. just enough that it bunches under his cock, and nick makes a quick show of licking a stripe along his palm, dropping his hand back to wrap his fingers around oliver's cock and give him a few, firm strokes. )

I think it could be fun if you fuck my throat.

( he says conversationally, innocently, almost, before he gives his chest a good shove and crawls back on the bed, so that he can duck his head and run his tongue over the top of his cock. )

( nick's--soft, but not in a shit way. he's fun to touch, fun to play with, his reactions are always great and exciting. he probably should ask about nick's numerous boyfriends and if they're cool with them fucking, but given they're in sex city, oliver's betting that's probably a stupid question.

especially given nick's fucking mouth, holy shit.

oliver tries to help nick with his pants, raising hips up enough to help him yank them down, but his efforts are interrupted by a groan and his head tipping back when nick wraps fingers around him. nick reaches to push him down, and oliver's--not going to fight him. just holds his weight up on his forearms, keeping eyes on nick as he drags his tongue against him and he's--hard now, precome eking free from his cock as he--rolls his hips up.

tries to remember how his brain works, because nick's definitely breaking expectations here. )

Yeah? ( filler, so he can pull words back into his mouth. make actual sentences. ) You want to lay down, head close to the headboard? Let me fuck your mouth?

Yeah, I want that. ( he raises his eyebrows briefly, dipping his head to punctuate the words with his lips around the head of his cock, lingering long enough to give a teasing suck before he pulls off with a dramatic pop, just to add ) Thoughts?

( it's a fight not to grin as he says it, to keep the amused look off his face as he pumps his fist a few times. to look like he isn't deliberately teasing oliver just to work him up more, all wide innocent eyes and no shit-eating grins in sight.

rather than try and keep it up much longer, nick just ducks his head for a few more measures sucks, each slide of his lips taking him a little deeper into his mouth before he stops again. this time though, it's to roll off him and to the other side of the bed, stretching out on his back and shuffling up a bit higher to the headboard, just like oliver suggested. )

( thoughts?, he asks, like he doesn't know that oliver's focused in on the feel of nicks mouth, on how his lips move over the head of his cock, on his fingers wrapped around the length of him jacking him off while he fucking teases him. nick knows damn well what he's doing. he'd ask where nick picked up this crap, but oliver's--looked around the city enough. knows the rules, how shit works. he doesn't need to ask, nick's been here for a year.

nick drops his head down again, takes oliver in deep, deeper, and he's--tipping his head back with a low groan, forgetting his goal of fucking into nick's mouth instead for a moment up until nick, like the asshole he is, rolls off to get himself comfortable.

it takes oliver a moment, for his brain to catch up. then he's--huffing out a laugh, shoving his pants the rest of the way off his legs so he can walk on his knees over to where nick's settled and swing a thigh over his shoulders. )

You're being a menace. You know that?

( his efforts crack when oliver swings a leg over his shoulders, and nick sniggers as he loops his arms around his thighs, spreads his hands out over his legs. nick turns his head to smother the laugh into the inside of oliver's thigh, and while he's there he--decides to nip lightly, suck a little harder, dig his teeth in until he can leave a bruise behind. oliver doesn't heal like nick does, that might be there for a while.

he kind of likes that. )

I don't know what you're talking about... ( he murmurs, even if there's no hiding the amused grin. he drops his head back onto the bed, eyes up on oliver, and there's still something like a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth when he bites his lower lip, teeth dragging slowly over it before he speaks again. ) Are you going to do something about it?

( cute. nick starts laughing, and oliver's lips spread in a smile that almost breaks into a laugh when he starts sucking marks on the inside of his thigh. a hand presses against the headboard, holding what weight isn't resting on his legs so he can. look down to nick. to the look on his face that definitely spells trouble. )

I planned on shutting you up, but I don't think that'd do shit to stop you. I can see the mischief in your eyes. ( as if to accentuate his point, oliver reaches down with his free hand, drags his thumb gently just below an eye. ) You planning on healing that hickey, or are you leaving it to be a shit?

( he's not complaining. but oliver also doesn't give nick room to answer, and instead slides his hand down to press his thumb against nick's lower lip. dragging out the moment. )

You're lucky I like you.

I kind of like it. I can make it bigger, if you want.

( nick doesn't look at all apologetic — his eyes slide over to the little bruise marking his otherwise pale thigh, and nick just smirks, lets his jaw fall open with the encouragement of the thumb against his lower lip, and with his mouth open, nick--waits.

it's true that a year spent in this place has taught him all sorts of tricks he never would have thought of back home, and nick has never really been able to resist the chance to show off a little, after all. )

You can make more later.

( an open invitation; he'll have fun explaining the hickeys if oliver manages to find someone else who's as bangable as nick, who just--opens his mouth and waits for it. oliver keeps his hand pressed against nick's jawline, wraps fingers of his other hand around the base of his cock so he can--guide it passed open lips. huffs out a soft, pleased noise when he has nick's lips back around him, and rolls his hips forward into his mouth. )

( nick is impatient, he always has been, and it takes a particular kind of restraint to actually just wait. he wants to lift his head, lean forward, pull oliver into him and swallow him down, but he waits even if his hands fidget slightly against oliver's legs.

it's not like he has to wait long after all, it's only a few moments before there's a cock sliding back into his open mouth and nick rolls his tongue against the underside, eyes trained up on oliver and looking more pleased than anyone with their lips stretched wide around a dick has any right to. a hand snakes up to palm at oliver's ass, giving a quick squeeze and then a light push, encouraging him forward, deeper. )

( later, he'll find a good opportunity to really test how far he can push nick's patience. but nick's promised him three orgasms today, so they'll have plenty of opportunity later. his cock slides between nick's lips and oliver--takes the hand he'd been using to guide himself into nick's mouth and presses it against the headboard. presses his lips together to muffle the moan that passes his lips.

rolls his hips forward, with encouragement from nick's hands on his ass. keeps his eyes down on nick himself; watching his expression, the stupid satisfied look in his face. )

Have you been practicing lately, Nick? ( he's teasing; there's a gentle lilt in his voice, light and easy. there's a flush that's spread over his neck and shoulders. oliver rolls hips forward, pressing deeper into nick's mouth with a soft hum. ) Do your boyfriends like to fuck your mouth like this?

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