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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"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.

Caitlin watched him with a hungry, needy expression in her eyes. As much as she just wanted to feel him inside her, this wasn't about what only she wanted. She had no control over Quentin, no claim on him. They were both Submissives; technically, she couldn't actually order him around. She knew they'd get to other things eventually, but he wanted this first. And she couldn't, wouldn't deny him that.

She gave him a nod as he glanced up at her before lowering his face, his mouth. His tongue was warm, deliberate in the way he swiped up the seam of her. Her clit wouldn't be hard to find, not with how on edge she already was. The gentle pull on it, the tender way he sucked on it made her hip jerk as she groaned loudly.

"Fuck. Oh," she sighed, letting her head fall back against the cushions. Her hands grasped her breasts, fingers already moving to pinch and pull at her hardening nipples.

Maybe not legally, but if she tried, he'd go with it. In any case, this was his first or second day in the city, he definitely did not know any rules about how Submissives ought to be acting together. Even if he did, he wouldn't care, all he cared about was diving into her, making her feel as good as he could. He tried different things for a minute and then stuck with what made her twitch or moan or shout. This was not his first rodeo, he clearly knew his way around.

He definitely did know his way around. He was so attentive and observant, listening for every hitch of breath, every soft sound, every shift of her thighs and movement of her hips. It didn't take too long before she was struggling to find a rhythm with his mouth, her body bucking against his lips and tongue, the heat of his mouth. One of her hands left her breasts to reach down and tangle in his hair. Her fingers curled into a fist, making it easier to pull him closer by the locks as her hips rocked into him.

"Oh my god. Oh god," she panted out. "I'm gonna come. Quentin, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come." Was it a warning? Was it implying she'd like his permission? A chance to get off his knees? She wasn't sure herself.

Quentin could relate to wanting permission, so he glanced up at her. "Do it," he murmured, then went back to it, not so much working extra hard as picking the thing she seemed to like best and doing it over and over. For most women he'd met, repetition was the key. He wouldn't dare fuck up her groove now.

He was smarter than some men she'd met, and she appreciated his focus on what worked best for her. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips moved faster, losing their rhythm in a frantic pace. Despite her stuttered warning, it took a few more moments. She whimpered out her breaths in pants, the sounds uneven and climbing in pitch. Then her body tensed, her hands pulled, and her last few breaths came out as strangled moans.

It would be a few long seconds before she relaxed back against the couch. Caitlin let go of his hair all at once, suddenly afraid she'd pulled too hard or hurt him. But that was as much moving as she would do for the next minute or three.

"Fuck, Quentin," she huffed out, pleased.

Her hands in his hair just pulled little noises out of his throat, which she probably couldn't hear over her own sounds. When she collapsed, he finally stopped, licking his lips and sort of wanting to keep going, see if she'd make more sounds, but he didn't want to overstimulate her too much. So he wiped his face on the back of his arm and got up on the couch with her with a little grunt of effort, flopping next to her. He was hard as hell in his boxers, but he could live with it for a minute, until she was ready for more.

Even with her release just then, that fire and hunger still burned in her veins. She'd hoped that coming would have dimmed it somehow, had been too hopeful that it would remove it completely. The effect from the hot chocolate (and his snowman) wasn't tied to an act, then. It was merely time that would let it end. At least they could have more fun.

Sensitive as she was, she writhed a little in her seat, a slow and lazy movement as her hand slipped to cup herself. The wetness, her wetness, was all over herself and the couch cushion. She groaned softly again. She wanted more. But she also wanted to take care of Quentin. He'd been so attentive to her, and she wanted to return the favor.

Her gaze drifted down, eyeing the tent of fabric made by his erection. She wondered what he would taste like. Or what he'd feel like deep inside her. But she started with how he'd feel in her hand. She was gentle in wrapping her fingers around him, giving his cock an experimental squeeze and tug. "Where do you... where do you want to be inside me?"

Her mouth. Between her legs. Her ass. She would let him choose because she had every intention on going more than once.

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