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 not.

( he's been in duplicity long enough to know that she's going to have to do something to ease the desire that's building up inside of her. and he knows...he knows what he wants to do. the only hesitation he has is that he's just lost her and now she's back. she doesn't seem to be so angry, so furious at him this time. the last time she'd been here, all of their encounters had been edged with anger and sharpness.

he swallows and then reaches across the table to cover her hand with his. )

Do you want me to help you?

[ If she slips her hand back from his almost as quickly as he's touched her, it has nothing to do with a lack of wanting on her end; on the contrary, the sensations that course through her from even the slightest initiation between them are something she has no control over, and therefore doesn't trust.

It isn't anger that drives her to pull away, but the rising suspicion that if he moves to touch her again she won't be able to stop herself from making a spectacle of herself right here and now. ]

You don't have to make it sound as if you're doing me a favor.

[ That part of it has made her bristle somewhat, a natural response to the thought that he might only be offering because he thinks he has to, but before she can risk driving him away and leaving herself in an even more dire predicament than she is already, she blurts out the rest. ] — Not here.

The last time you were here, you barely wanted me to be around you. Forgive me if I'm wary.

( he's not going to let that barb go without a retort even if she adds something to the end of it. he sits back and crosses his arms, unable to not take a little offense to it. he would always want to be with her and it would never be a favor, it would always be of his own volition. )

I'd rather not feel that again.

( the constant burden of knowing he'd done it to them, he'd made her feel that way and there was nothing he could do about it. )

[ A fixation on the djinn, intentionally distancing herself from him — she might not have any memories from that time, but she can determine enough from what he’s told her to make an educated guess about the when of her past self, and by extension the state she likely would’ve been in regarding… this, any of this.

She draws in a breath, not a desperate gulp but not necessarily an easy reach for air either, fingertips curling against the surface of the table. The longer she looks at him, the closer everything in her body is to screaming for his hands, his mouth, his weight bearing her down, his strength between her thighs. ]

That isn’t what I want.

[ Not anymore, she nearly says, but it’s there in her eyes on his, violet into gold unblinking. ] So choose to feel something else, with me.

( he watches her to make sure that's truly something that she wants even if he knows some of it is motivated by the drink she's had. he sits back and then gets u from his seat, nodding. )

Not here.

( he's gotten caught up in things in public before and that still might happen but he wants to at least get out of this somewhat crowded area before they do anything. )

Come on.

[ She pushes up from her side, a little less coordinated than she’d prefer to be, underestimating the respective proximity of her own body and bumping her thigh into the table — even if the pain makes her wince, it’s a momentary respite from the fire licking at her skin, making her curl her fingers into fists as she leaves the drink behind and comes around to stand closer to where he’s upright now. ]

Where?

[ She doesn’t move to touch him — even the slightest brush of his fingers against hers could threaten to dissolve her before she’s ready, make her lose her grip on whatever shreds of control she has left, and she’s trying to preserve her dignity at least until they’re in a place with a greater sense of privacy. ]

( they could go to his house, he thinks, but it isn't all that close. public housing would have been better in this situation but he gave that up for the greater privacy. he doesn't know exactly how long she can last.

he swallows and starts walking, deciding they can talk on the way because she looks like she's about to come apart right there and he doesn't want her to turn that focus on anyone else.

he's selfish, he wants her for himself. )

I have a house. But, it isn't all that close. It might take a few minutes to get there. Are you able to make that?

I'll be fine.

[ Sharp, insistent; she does not want to be handled as though she is some delicate flower that will tremble and shed all of her petals with even the slightest touch. Even if she has never experienced the manipulations of this place before, the influence of the drink has not reached such a level as to become truly unbearable — although she suspects that it will happen eventually, if she does not move to sate its effects.

It leaves her clutching a fist in the folds of her skirt as they walk, partly to keep the hem lifted so she can move more quickly but also to give herself something to hold onto, even as her grip turns hard enough to whiten her knuckles. ]

Did you just say you have a house? [ Softly incredulous, but perhaps she needs to focus on something other than the temptation to shove him up against the facade of the nearest building and press his hand between her legs. ] How did you come by it?

I bought it.

( he doesn't look at her as he says it, walking steadily but briskly to try and get them to where they're going as quickly as possible. he knows what it feels like to have that desire twisting our belly and it is not easy to ignore especially when temptation is all around you. )

As I said, I've been here for a very long time and I needed more space. It allowed for more privacy as well.

( something that he's needed considering the people he entertains regularly. )

I have submissives that stay there with me as per the contract agreements but there's plenty of space for us all.

Don't tell me this city has found itself in need of a witcher's particular skill set.

[ She hasn't heard talk of creatures appearing, or beings that need to be slayed for coin; the possibility of him earning enough to be able to afford a significant piece of property through some other means hasn't even entered her consideration yet, but that might be due at least in part to the fact that she's starting to feel a fainter echo of her heartbeat between her thighs, her cunt throbbing and her nipples forging into hard points beneath the drape of her coat. ]

Plenty of space to bring someone in unseen, you mean. [ Of course she'd already been educated on the forbidden nature of any illicit relations between two dominants, seen the lack of a line on his throat — but she should have known that wouldn't be enough to stop him. ]

And do you fuck all of them? [ The question slips out unbidden and almost before she can bite it back, jaw ticcing when regret swoops in to take its place; it's certainly not his fault that she's starting to be overcome by sensations that aren't wholly of her control, but she doesn't want to establish them on grounds of jealousy either. ] ... Don't answer that.

I do have other skills.

( but he doesn't really want to explain that right now. the job is wrapped up in other things that she might be less than receptive to so he just keeps it vague.

he only hums when she points out that the house allows for privacy especially in the case of two dominants. it wasn't a huge reason why he bought it but it does help. )

For both our sakes, I'll do as you ask and won't answer that. ( but he does scowl and stiffens, unable to help the defensive reaction to her question. )

Standing around and grunting to intimidate?

[ It’s a response that doesn’t demand an answer; she mostly reaches for it as something to say that doesn’t revolve around the subject of being increasingly more aroused, and for the first time since they started walking she wonders if he can pick up the changes in her scent, the warming of her skin, the quickening of her breathing.

Whatever they’re about to pursue, it’s technically illegal under the city’s laws, but she’s convinced those would have a hard time keeping him from something he wants — if it’s her who falls under that category right at this moment, even if they haven’t significantly touched one another. She knows as soon as contact is initiated, though, all of her remaining self-control will cease to exist.

She does pause at the edge of the street, waiting to cross once it’s cleared, and her gaze briefly finds his face then, eyes holding a note of apology although the words don’t make it from her. ] How was it between us? Before?

Tense, fraught. You didn't seem to want a lot to do with me.

( and yes, he can understand that. he knows what he'd done with the djinn and what he'd cost her. apologizing wasn't going to be enough but he hadn't really known what he could do.

he sighs and looks forward, not facing her just yet. )

You blamed me for a great many things. And nothing I said could really change your mind.

[ She doesn't have to consider very long or deeply to venture an internal guess about the most recent memories she'd possessed before her arrival here; if she'd been insistent on pushing him away, on creating her own divide between them, it had most likely stemmed from a desire to prove that the djinn's power held no sway here, that she could control the circumstances of any encounter they'd have.

Now, it says something all its own that she has not thought about the djinn in a very long time, that there are other thoughts that arise to take their place when she briefly glances in his direction to find the strength of his profile as he avoids her gaze. ]

I did miss you, when you weren't there. [ The confession that falls from her in the wake of his reply might in part be driven by the inner heat that compels her to want to reach out and take his hand too, but more than that, she wants to give him something that will draw his eyes back to her; selfishly, she misses him looking at her in a way that has nothing to do with barely-contained fury. ]

Hm.

( he doesn't look over, focusing forward since he can only guess that she's getting more and more worked up the longer that they're walking. his shoulders do slump a bit and he glances at her after a moment. )

All right. ( he takes a slow breath but doesn't slow his pace down. ) I missed you as well.

( the words are quiet, murmured while he walks. )

[ It's more than she anticipated making him aware of — but her first instinct is to blame the cocoa, whatever she's consumed where the effects are becoming more and more difficult to suppress the longer they move without her finding a means to sate them.

It means she's focusing more on clutching her hand into a fist and flexing her fingers back out again, trying to redirect sensation to a place other than the growing ache between her legs — and it also means that she's distracted, less focused on her surroundings than she should be. ]

Are we nearly there?

[ She doesn't hold back the spike of impatience from her voice, rising arousal adding to a sharper edge in her words before she can bite them back. ]

It's just ahead.

( they've been walking long enough that the house is finally in view and though geralt doesn't speed up, he does look over at her to let her know that they're close. most of the city has given way to a more private setting.

it's not a house she'll have probably imagined him and while the space is a little much, he knows it's not just him. )

So yes, we're nearly there.

[ It's better for her to focus on her surroundings, on placing one foot in front of the other, on looking ahead to the house that is quite honestly more lavish than she ever expected for him in particular — because the moment she stops dwelling on all of those things and sets her attention on him standing her first and foremost, she doesn't think she'll be able to keep herself back from him anymore.

Still, her surprise and bemusement register in her expression as they stop in front of the property and she looks upward, examining the structure, brows knitting together. ]

You do seem to have done quite well for yourself.

( geralt grimaces because he doesn't want to feel like he has. he doesn't want to feel like he's settled or anything close to it because he knows this isn't permanent. )

I've been here awhile and I needed the space.

( he'd been able to work and save for a very long time. )

Come on. It's just a house. Let's go inside.

( he's fairly sure she wants the privacy now. )

Ah, yes, I almost forgot. For your many submissives.

[ She says it more distractedly rather than a statement that would be considered judging or possess more bite; the effects of the cocoa are worsening to such a degree that the next step she takes prompts a sudden unfurling of sensation from within her center and she presses a hand to her midsection, biting down hard on her lip to stifle a whimper from emerging.

She hates this, hates that she's even been put in a position where she has to rely on his assistance — but at the same time, she wants him to touch her so badly that she almost can't breathe, and yet she can't be the one to ask for it, not yet.

She follows him into the house, not closely or trodding on his heels, but quickly enough that when he closes the door to ensconce them within she sways in the entrance space for a moment, finally throwing one hand out to the nearest wall to brace herself as another wave of heat courses through her body. ]

( if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was injured or in pain. but he does know and he hesitates for a second before he steps up closer to her and finally rests a hand on her back.

he knows what he's doing, how she might react but he also knows that he wants to help her and he just wants to touch her. it feels like it's been longer than it has and he's missed her.

even when she was here, he was missing her. )

Yennefer?

[ To a lesser eye, the manner in which her spine rolls beneath the touch of his hand could resemble a flinch — but she knows he'll feel it for what it really is: a shiver, as she tries to fight the rising sensations caused not only by the drink but the fact that he's put a hand on her to begin with, wanting to do nothing more than to let herself sink into it.

She has to collect herself, gather herself back together, but in spite of those mental insistences she finds herself curving back into his touch, swaying until the back of her is nudged against his front, shoulderblades pressed to the breadth of his chest. ]

Say it again. [ She swallows once, hard, turning her head only slightly — not looking at him straight-on, but out of the corner of her eye as her hand strays down to grasp for his. ] My name, like that.

( he's not used to this from a yennefer in this city. previously, she'd kept herself away from him as much as she could until she couldn't but this yennefer moves against him willingly and he automatically slides an arm around her waist, keeping her there. )

Yennefer.

( her name slips from his lips as he laces his fingers with hers, giving it a squeeze. )

Yennefer.

[ He hasn't held her like this since they reunited at Melitele's — and even then it had been soft, tentative, both of them almost refusing to believe what was right in front of them until they'd reached for it, his lips warming to more certainty against her own. This feels like more of the same, with her not fully sinking into him yet, tension lingering in her frame until he slips an arm around her and pins her back into his body. ]

Touch me. [ From her lips, quiet, it could almost be a question, a plea; she wants his palms, larger and rougher than her own, cupping and squeezing over her tits, his fingers thick and stretching out her cunt, his cock inside her and making her forget to draw a gasp.

It doesn't matter that they're still only in the foyer where any one of his houseguests could walk through that door; she's too impatient, too greedy to wait any longer, and she turns at the waist, just enough that she can claim his mouth with hers as her other hand cups the back of his neck, urging him down to her for that hungry kiss. ]

( they should move. there's people that could walk in and see them and while he doubts it would scandalize them, he'd prefer not to have to stop to move if he can help it. but it's also very hard to think about that when she's turning, when she's pulling him down for a kiss, when she's telling him to touch her.

he's powerless to resist and he does touch her, hands going around her to squeeze at her ass, align their hips while he kisses her with the intent of leaving them both breathless.

maybe some awareness will dawn and he'll move them but right now, he just wants to do this. it feels like it's been longer than it has and he sinks into it, into her. )

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