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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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[All tucked up there, trying to fit in? He squints at Oliver for a beat, but slips into the cafe without a second thought. He tips his head to look back at Oliver, lingering again but trying not to seem too clingy. (Too late.) But only because:]
Can we be in here, y'know - without... some douchebag's permission?
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( there's no malice behind it. oliver's not actually defensive over fucking alaska of all things. once andy's in, he's closing the door behind them and moving to a table tucked lightly out of the way, towards the back of the cafe. )
I've got cash and a permission card, no one's going to give me shit.
( doesn't say anything about andy, but he's technically with oliver so he'll probably be fine. probably. )
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[He asks with a little quirk of his lips and a zip of energy suddenly revitalizing his steps, stolen prize in his pockets while he rubs his cool hands together to try and warm them up. The cafe's got a nice radiating warmth to it that he really needed, and he takes a seat once they're at their table, plucking at any placards and menus set out or fiddling with little packets of sugar to busy his hands soon after.]
I haven't eaten anything since the meatloaf disaster in the Down. You won't say no to a hungry orphan's plea, will you?
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( or suck up to someone who was put in a more powerful position so you can reach into their wallets and take whatever the fuck you want when you want to. oliver slides into his own seat, leans back so he can pull his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a few bills. counts them idly. )
You'll owe me a favor.
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[He answers, but then seems to think twice - taking his eyes up and off Oliver's hands, back up to his face. That creeping sense of shyness returns to his features, a subtle embarrassment that keeps the rouge in his cheeks even after coming inside. It's not that he doesn't think Oliver's good looking, it's just. A lot of things. So:]
Not - not anything weird or sexual though. Regular favor's okay.
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( reaching the hand not holding onto his money across the table, to--gently caress andy's flushed cheek. he pulls away fast enough though; it's a touch just for the sake of pointing out he's red, not with any intent behind it. )
But fine. A regular favor.
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Deal. I can order what I want?
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( it's not like it's oliver's money he's burning through anyway. and there's something--fishy about this kid. he'll figure it out eventually, but for right now: earning some of his favor isn't a bad way to start out. andy looks vaguely close to his age. he's a little stupid, which. nick'd probably like him. and collecting safer friends for nick isn't a shit idea. )
Long as you don't burn through what I've got in my wallet.
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[He makes a point of saying it kwa-san, faking a french accent playfully before flipping the little laminated menu over. There's macarons and cake, pies and all this other sweet shit on the back. He's having a momentary crisis, but he looks back up slowly after realizing he might be treading closer to toes when it comes to being grateful for what he's given.]
I eat like a pig, I know. I'll owe you a good favor, okay?
[So let him have it all.]
What're you gonna get?
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( he's got enough money in hand that burning that much isn't going to hurt him. so oliver just--flags down a waitress. asks her for both what andy asked for and his own order with a gentle smile, a show of his papers, then the cash in hand. and turns his attention back to andy once she's gone. )
Eat fast. I'm leaving when I'm done.
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[Only the slightest whine but he gets it, he'll wolf it down like it's the first real meal he's had since coming here. And quite frankly, it'll kind of be just that. He sits, waiting, with the nervous energy of a kid who grew up with ADHD and just can't keep still for the life of him. He fiddles with the sugar tray again, fixing the little packets so they all face the same way.]
How long have you been here? You're pretty used to how it all works... like you have it all figured out.
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( so like maybe a month or so. long enough to figure out what the score is. not long enough to actually make himself comfortable, but to be great at faking it. see? he's clearly doing well for himself.
oliver doesn't fidget, but he does pull out his phone and starts texting someone. )
You get used to it.
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[Hopeful advice, really. But he's not really sure what he was expecting - some secret insider knowledge? Maybe a few hot tips? He thinks about asking Oliver about the permission pass itself, and what it takes to get one but he thinks otherwise after a beat. It might mean he's contracted, and that could be something too personal to poke around with? He's not sure how those things work, either.]
I was supposed to have a track meet by now. I guess I missed it.
[Being here and all, as long as he has - a week, by his estimate.]
There's really no saying when we head home, is there? That's the one thing I noticed. Nobody knows.
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( it's a cafe, everything is prepped in advance aside from drinks so their things arrive--fairly quickly. oliver offers a thank you to the worker who drops their things off with a smile, and reaches for his nice hot mug of overly sugary coffee.
takes a sip of it. leaves the parfait alone for a moment. it might be to give andy a head start. it might also be because it's fucking cold and holding the mug with both hands is nice. )
So you may as well get used to it. Could be a decade before whatever portal bullshit this place runs off of drops you back off where you came from.
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[It is decidedly not cool, but he doesn't know what else to say. He just sits for a beat, until their food's delivered and he perks back up. He digs into the sandwich right away, adjusting an errant hanging piece of bacon before taking three huge bites in quick succession. It's a mix of surviving on a lot less here than he was used to and just... his usual appetite. He chews quick, bringing up the back of his hand to his mouth to be polite and cover it while looking back up at Oliver.
Conversation is hard to have when you would rather die than not finish this sandwich, so he's going to keep at it for a few more bites. It came served in four thick triangles, and he makes it through two before... pausing. He sits back, hand to his chest, letting it all slowly sink down. Funny how his brain always thinks his stomach can handle more than it really can.]
... Maybe I'll take the other half home.
[Or else he'll make himself sick. He wraps the cookies in a napkin, sliding them into his pocket before licking his upper lip. He's a bit paler, and seems to sigh after a beat. His undead existence is making for a bit of a snag in his eating habits.]
Every time I get super hungry like this, I think I can bite off more than I can really chew. It kinda sucks. I still really appreciate it though.
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Do whatever you want with it. It's your food.
( so while he packs it away, oliver works to finish off the rest of his snack, too. doesn't quite get there before he gets bored and pulls himself up to his feet. he doesn't need to be anywhere, doesn't have any plans after this. andy looks like shit, which. considering how fast he ate, isn't really surprising. oliver could be a dick.
but he opts to entertain andy a little longer. until he finds something better to fill his time with. a few steps to the other side of the booth, and oliver extends his hand out towards andy, palm up. )
You don't want to wander around here alone, do you?
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He massages his hand against his sternum, feeling like the last bite he took has decided to get stuck there, and stays a shade paler than he was when he turns to look back at Oliver. Who he thinks is definitely going to bail on him with how fast he got his shit together, but then he looks at his hand. And tentatively reaches to take it.]
... No? I just don't wanna go back to the dorms, so. Wanna go waste some time together?
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( but andy definitely doesn't look like he's--feeling too hot after downing all that. oliver's not going to pull something witchy in here though, so he's. intertwining his fingers with andy's own and pulling him on out of the cafe. )
You feeling okay? You look like you're about to puke your guts out.
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[He has to clear his throat a bit and pats himself on the chest like that's a big show of being alright, while otherwise being tugged along by Oliver's hand. Andy looks back over his shoulder at the place as they leave it, sneakers skidding from tile to concrete before the cool air brushes up against them on the outside. He's not thinking too hard on the hand holding at the moment or else he'd be a bit redder around the edges, he's just - following along lazily, tugging his shirt collar up a bit to take a little of the bite out of the wind.]
It's just - it happens to me lately. Indigestion? I don't know. I got sick at summer camp and it kinda stuck around.