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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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Quentin didn't know this person, and at first looked behind him. Yeah, she's talking to some other Quentin, dumbass, said a vicious voice in his head. Embarrassed, he turned forward again, trying to ignore the itch under his skin.

"Um. Hi." He gave a stupid little wave. "Have we met?"

Oh. Oh. Caitlin closes her eyes as she realizes that she's done it again. She assumed seeing someone who'd been gone would remember her when they returned. She takes a breath. Lets it out. When she opens her eyes again, the light of recognition is still there, but with a flicker of sadness.

"We have. Before. Not... not before here and now. Before you woke up here." She's trying not to confuse him. It's just hard to explain. "You've been here before. We knew each other. It's... it's okay. Don't worry about it."

"Oh." Quentin nodded -- he'd heard about this concept, and he'd already met a guy with his own face but who wasn't him, so who knew what kind of timeline shenanigans were going on? 'I was friends with your previous exemplar' made sense, as much as anything did.

"Well, um, I'm sorry I'm not...your friend. That guy. The guy you were...friends with. But, um, if he liked you I'm sure we can...be friends too." He was aware enough to know that he was absolutely not talking like a human being, but he hadn't connected this feeling with the remains of the marshmallow treat in front of him.

He was making sense to her, though something did seem off. Caitlin had to stop and wonder if it was her. The effects of the hot chocolate were beginning to take hold, the heat of arousal flooding her body and making her feel a touch distracted. She moved to slip out of her jacket, leaving her in a thin, sleeveless top.

"Yeah? I'd like that. Being friends with you again. Or rather, with this version of you." She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement brushing against her already hard nipples. The sensation made her stutter a moment. She blinked a few times, her gaze landing on the remains of his snack. "What did you eat?"

There might have been some concern in her voice.

"Um." He looked down at the little paper boat, then over at the vendor it had come from, who was still doing a lively trade. "There were these, um, marshmallow snowmen? It was, um, nice, I just don't like have a lot of money but it was one of those, um...anyway, um, why?" he asked, looking back at her, having to use all of his effort to keep his eyes on her face and not somewhere else.

She followed his gaze back to the vendor. It was the same one who sold her the hot chocolate. And where there was one tainted food, there was likely to be more. The city certainly didn't want to ease anyone into all of this. Things like this really should be included in orientation.

Caitlin turns her attention back to him. Her gaze lingered a moment too long on his mouth. It was getting harder to focus. "The food and drinks can sometimes be... laced with things. Things to inspire urges," she said.

"Have you been feeling something that you weren't before you ate that?"

"Um." Quentin nodded, ducking his head a little and looking away from her. "Kinda, yeah. Um, kind of a lot." He'd stuck his hands between his legs, pressed together between his thighs to warm them, and was trying not to think too hard about that. "That's, um, kinda fucked up," he observed.

"It's really fucked up. But this place is nothing if not fucked up." Sadly, Caitlin thought she'd started to grow used to how things were here. In the past couple of weeks, she had dealt with roses that created cravings and urges, randomly sent Valentine's Day cards featuring herself and other people in the midst of explicit sexual acts. It was just a new flavor of fucked up when the wind changed direction.

"The hot chocolate isn't safe, either, by the way." In case he thought of going back later for something different. She tugged at the neckline of her top, praying that the cold air would affect her for once and put the brakes on the runaway train in her body. "I'm going to say something, and it's probably going to sound crazy, but..." She shrugged. "Do you want me to help you with it?"

It dawned on Quentin that she was standing there in no sleeves and apparently not bothered by the fact that it was winter. That was not even a little bit relevant, though -- she was offering to help with this neediness under his skin.

"Um. Um, sure, yeah," he said, nodding and tucking a stray hair behind his ear. "Um, is there, do you have somewhere we can go? Wait." He shook his head. "Are we, like...allowed?" He gestured vaguely toward her neck, and then his own.

Caitlin hadn't noticed his mark before; maybe if she had, she could have avoided a somewhat embarrassing moment, discovering that he didn't remember her. The Quentin before had been a Dominant, lacking any outward mark of his designation like all of them did. That wasn't a matter anymore. It happened, she couldn't take it back, and it seemed they were past it.

She nodded in response to his question. "They only care about Dominants being with other Dominants because that would mean one is submitting to the other and acting outside of their role. Two Submissives?" She gestured between the two of them. "They don't care. As long as one of them is acting Dominant. At least, not in public."

She looked around after saying it, making sure no one was really close enough to hear that last part. "Come on. I have a house of my own."

Quentin nodded and got up to follow her, barely containing the simmering need, but knowing he just had to get somewhere private with her and then they'd be good. "They've, uh, just never even heard of vanilla sex, huh?" he said, sort of attempting a joke. "Like sex without someone submitting is just, um, completely foreign."

"I'm sure they know about vanilla sex, but I think they might regard it as a myth?" Caitlin's tone was light, the lilting lift at the end of the question almost comical. They were in for a short walk, her making a conscious effort to keep pace with him. The house was on one of the more 'suburban' residential streets, the lots there having space for large front and back yards. "Like how people from 'normal' worlds regard vampires and werewolves and witches."

All things that she now knew existed out there in the multiverse thanks to this place. She also knew she didn't have to enlighten him on that, given he had his own magic.

Quentin did laugh a little at that, despite the aphro in his system. "I mean, relatable," he said. Certainly there were times when he'd gone a good stretch without having any kind of vanilla sex.

"So do I, um, seem like basically the same person as the previous me?" Quentin asked, mostly trying to fill space while they walked. "Or was he, like, definitely an alternate universe Quentin?" The nerd in him couldn't help being curious.

Good. A laugh. Laughter wouldn't do anything to alleviate the urges both of them felt now. But perhaps it was going to ease any tension he may have felt about having to accept help from a total stranger.

"Well," she started, "I haven't talked with you much to formulate a full analysis. But I get the feeling you two are basically the same. I can't even imagine what your doppelganger would be like. A biker? A serial killer?"

Quentin laughed a little again at that. "Honestly I feel like, uh, you don't have to go that far from me to land on serial killer. I do kinda fit the profile." Single white man, socially undervalued and isolated, simmering with too many feelings. "There's definitely, uh, variations on serial killer that I would be like, yep, I see how that happened."

"Believe it or not, me too," Caitlin admitted. There was no shame or embarrassment in her voice. It was all stated very matter-of-fact. "I met one of my doppelgangers once. She was a criminal, a killer, working for someone even worse." She took a breath, reached up to brush some hair out of her face. "She tried to kill me."

And with that, she paused, turning to step up onto a front walkway and waiting. "Here. This is me."

Quentin nodded. This seemed normal. "I didn't meet him, but there's an alternate timeline version of me who became, like...uh, basically a supervillain that I had killed in this timeline. Like the other me killed him and took up the mantle instead."

The house was impressive, and Quentin thought to himself that her Dominant must be rich and established, and then felt weird about it. He was already adjusting to this place that much, huh? Weird. "It's nice," was all he said, nodding as he followed her up the sidewalk.

A supervillain. That sounded fairly... well, impressive was the wrong word. Intimidating? Horrifying. Caitlin would've liked to hear more, but this wasn't the right time. It was the absolute worst wrong time. Not with what was coursing through each of their systems. She'd just have to file it away to ask about later.

"Thanks," she said, pulling a set of keys from her jacket's pocket. "My second Dominant, he and I were... we had a permanent contract. He'd bought the place for us."

All past tense. She shook her head, trying to clear away the memories. Refocusing on the burning under her skin. It was easier than normal, thanks to the hot chocolate. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside, held it for him to enter. "Come in."

Quentin did, pulling off his hat and unzipping his slightly grungy jacket once the door was closed. Now that they were properly alone, all he really wanted was to jump on her, but he didn't know the etiquette in this situation. He didn't want to be weird about it. Shoes off first seemed like a safe bet.

They were alone. They were inside. Caitlin toed off her shoes, brushing them out of her way with one foot. She took off her jacket, tossing it to the side in a manner that would be uncharacteristic if this Quentin knew her better. She was always meticulous, careful. Put things where they belonged as best as possible. But the need running through her was starting to drive her crazy, taking her ability to think properly.

All she could think of right then was how an open floorplan left one without nearby walls to push someone up against. And how much she wanted to feel him on her. "God. I want you to fuck me so badly right now."

It startled a laugh out of Quentin. "That's kind of a relief because I really want to fuck you." He went ahead and stripped his shirt off too, then pulled her close to kiss her, one hand on her hip and one arm around her waist, holding her close. It felt so good just to stop fighting it, to know that he had permission and it was time to make her feel good.

She licked her way into his mouth, getting him to part his lips to let her inside. She breathed him in, letting it out in a satisfied sigh. Caitlin wanted her clothes off. She wanted his pants off. She didn't want him to stop kissing her. But the sooner they got rid of all of this, the sooner they could really get going.

She tried to speak without really pulling away from him. "Too many fucking clothes."

Quentin nodded and pulled back again, starting to peel out of his jeans, letting her handle her own clothes -- probably the fastest way. He spied a couch nearby, so once she was out of her own shirt and jeans, he grabbed her hand and pulled her over, kissing her again on the way, not afraid to manhandle her a little if necessary.

He was still in his boxers, but he could lose those in a minute. For now, he sat Caitlin down on the couch and knelt on the floor, going for her panties. He definitely wanted to get inside her, but he wanted to taste her first.

She was quick to unbutton her shirt and toss it aside. She was of half a mind to just pull the top open and let the buttons go, but it would be her luck that she'd try it and fail, making herself look ridiculous. Besides, she was impatient, not truly wanting to ruin things. It took a bit of wiggling to get her jeans off without sitting down, but soon enough, they joined the pile of her clothes in the foyer.

She tugged as his boxers while he half-led half-manhandled her over to the couch. Caitlin wasn't against manhandling by any means; it was something she really enjoyed, in fact. Her fingers pulled at his hair on the way over, gripped the back of his neck. She would have pouted when he put her on the couch by herself, but seeing him on his knees between her legs, she got the idea. He would find the gusset of her panties already wet, the damp fabric still warm from her body. She leaned back into the cushions of the sofa to watch him.

Quentin made a little noise when she grabbed his neck or his hair, but he didn't let himself be deterred, he was on a fucking mission to get his face down there. He could see that she was wet before he peeled her panties off her and discarded them, tossing them to one side and pulling her closer, toward the edge of the seat. He got both his arms around her thighs and glanced up, checking one last time that this was okay, before he brought his mouth to her, licking a stripe over her before finding her clit with ease and giving it a sucking kiss, experimenting with different touches to see what made her squirm.

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