duplicitymemes | TDM #22

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TDM #22

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« « « 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 a sudden burst of possessiveness that grips her, that compels her to want to mark his skin — to act as proof that she's been here, tangled up with him, thighs sticking to his with sweat. In the moment it doesn't matter how many others he's been with like this since he first arrived months ago, how many he's fucked; it never mattered then, even though she'd been well-aware of the possibility that he'd shared a bed with others over the years that they hadn't.

She likes the thought that she'll linger with him in this way, that he'll be dwelling on her long after she's gone — or that someone else will see it and know the signs of her claiming, though he's likely to heal from it quickly.

She drags her tongue up over one purpling bruise to soothe it after etching it into his skin with a worrying of teeth, a suction of lips; there's a pleased sigh that escapes her, but the next downward rock of her hips punches another breath from her lungs and she reels against him, her movements staggering as she ventures closer and closer to release.

Now, there's no room for elegance, no fluidity; she's more hasty and straining as she rides him, but not just because she wants to come while he's inside her, let him feel the muscles of her body gripping and squeezing his cock. No, she wants to drag him right over that edge with her until he can do nothing but thrust into her and spill every drop of come he's been holding onto, everything he has to fill her with. This is the other part of it, the possessiveness; she may not have a womb for it to take root in, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want his seed in her. ]

( it's not often that the people he sleeps with want to mark him. he tends to heal quickly but even then, no one even thinks to mark him because they're too busy with other things when it comes to fucking. but trust yennefer to be the one to want to do that and there's a sting of pleasure as she bruises him and makes it known that she'd been there.

he'd laugh if he weren't otherwise occupied. right now though, he's leaning up to find her mouth with his, to slide his tongue against her lips and teeth before he kisses her, trying to make her breathless.

he can feel his release swirling low in his stomach, closer and closer with every movement she makes. he can feel her breath against his skin and her hands moving over his body and her cunt clenching around his cock and all he can do is hold on for a few more moments —

but those moments don't last long before he arches his hips into hers and he comes with a sharp gasp, a mumble of her name. he pulls her down atop him, burying himself deep while he spills inside of her. )

[ The movements become more frantic, more pleasure-driven; she's lost sight of any and all attempts to keep this rhythmic and smooth and has truly just devolved to grinding in his lap, working back and forth, the hilt of his cock contributing the necessary friction against her sensitive clit to make her shudder and squeeze down the length of him. When he kisses her, tongue delving deep into her mouth, she lets him feast on her like this, knowing her mouth will be swollen ripe from it all by the time she breaks away, knowing she will look like someone who has been thoroughly kissed after coming through that door.

She doesn't finish immediately, not when he does, but his release spurs her own into near-soon relief; she can feel it grow slicker between their bodies as his cock jerks and spurts inside her, feel where she's trying in vain to keep rocking on him as he holds her hips down firm, preventing her from moving with any great decisiveness.

It makes her whine in protest, a sharp sound, even if she likes his big hands on her, even as she practically throws her weight behind a few more desperate undulations before she can follow him over that edge with a strong shudder. Her mouth is still roaming against his after she comes for a second time, delirious nuzzlings that don't attempt to initiate anything deeper for the moment, and she briefly nibbles at his lower lip, finally coming to rest in his lap with her body slumping weakly atop his. ]

( geralt doesn't say anything for several long moments. in fact, he can't really remember how to speak after all that. all he can think to do is hold onto her and kiss her, arching into her once or twice more even though they're both spent.

he sighs and finally eases back, reaching to brush his hands across her cheeks and down her neck before they move back to holding her hips. the stairs seem to be in one piece and the only mess is the two of them.

he almost says something trite like welcome back but stops before he can do anything that ridiculous. instead, he just looks at her for a long moment before kissing her once more. )

[ All is silence for a long while after that, between them, and she nearly prefers it that way — especially when she's not certain of what she would even begin to say at a moment like this one, not eager to shatter the brief peace they've established for themselves with the power of a single word. It has been sufficient enough to sour the mood in the past, if it just so happens to be the wrong one.

She should be getting off of him, should be shifting to let him slip out of her so that she can begin the process of fully separating them from one another again, but she doesn't; even if the worst of the cocoa's effects have surely worn off by now, leaving her with only a manageable amount of heat to take care of, she pauses to let herself pursue selfishness in the caress of his hands on her body.

When he kisses her, her returning press is a softer one, more lingering and less claiming than before, and she dissolves it by nudging their foreheads together, finally broaching the quiet with a whisper. ] We didn't quite make it to the bed this time.

We didn't.

( geralt throws a look back over his shoulder in the direction of the bedroom and then laughs. they hadn't even really come close to it but honestly, sex on the stairs wasn't too bad a thing.

he swallows and closes his eyes, not really feelin any urge to move away from her now. his hands are light against her sides and he keeps his forehead where it is. )

We made an effort.

Some effort it was.

[ She remarks dryly, but there's a smile on her lips nevertheless, something created by the fact that she feels utterly relaxed for once, at ease for what might be the first instant since she first arrived — and it only widens once he laughs, a sigh of sound rather than anything that carries in the space.

She swipes her tongue between her lips, pressing quietly into the span of his hands along her sides, and then: ]

Aren't you going to show me what it looks like?

( geralt laughs low in his throat and then nods. he can't do anything while they're still tangled up together on his steps but once he has the use of his legs back, he'll show her. )

If you'd like to see my room, I'll show you.

( and then he would shut the door, lock it, and hope she stayed for a little while longer. )

I would.

[ She kisses him again, slow and languid, but still heated enough to curl her toes inside her boots and make her moan lightly against his lips; regardless of whether the heat within her has finally abated, it doesn't mean she's opposed to the both of them going up these stairs and properly breaking in that bed together. ]

But you'll have to carry me, because I seem to have lost the ability to walk. [ She says it almost a bit too pleased, mostly at the notion of him sweeping her up into his arms, even if she knows he'll have to fiddle with his pants first before that happens — or just abandon them here on the stairs entirely. ]

( geralt's going to both roll his eyes and take that as a compliment. he knows that she would be able to walk perfectly well if she wanted to. she just wants to be carried while his pants are half around his thighs and he's been just as fucked out as she is. )

And how am I to do that when you're sitting on me and I'm still inside of you?

( that would be quite the awkward and stilted trip up the stairs. )

[ She certainly can walk just fine and likely under her own power, but where would be the fun in that? Even if he's well-aware of her only pretending to be incapacitated, he's at least considering the idea of indulging her.

But he does have a point; it's going to be awkward moving about while they're still joined together and his pants are bunched down around his legs, which is only going to restrict his movement.

In the end, she finally relents and eases off of him with a soft hiss of breath, distinctly feeling the lack of him once she does — not to mention the promise of a mess leaking out between her thighs even as she stands up and smooths the skirt of her dress temporarily back into place. Temporarily, of course, because instinct says she'll soon be removing it once they're upstairs. ]

There. Now you're not.

Indeed.

( he waits a moment longer before he pushes himself to his feet, grabbing at his pants so he can at least pull them somewhat up around his waist so he doesn't fall down the stairs with her in his arms.

he eyes her then and, after a sigh, sweeps her up in his arms and twists around to start climbing the stairs. )

I'll be reminding you of this for the rest of your very long life, Yen.

[ Mostly, she's just too pleased that he's relented to even so much as concern herself with his promise to hold this over her head later on — she can't even remember the last time he was even willing to carry her like this, or when she would have deigned to request it of him.

For not the first time since her arrival, she wonders exactly how much he'd come to miss her — and what the state of their relationship had been like even when she had supposedly been present. Clearly, it had possessed more of the typical acrimony she comes to expect, depending on their most recent memories of one another. ]

And then I'll simply have to find another means of distracting you from reminding me.

If you think you can.

( if there was someone who could, she would be one of them. he doesn't distract easily but there are maybe one or two people who could do it so he smirks as he moves up the stairs and down the hall. )

Your distraction, should you succeed, would only be temporary before I once again remembered and decided to remind you once more.

( over and over again. )

Yes, but then who will have earned the carry up the stairs to what is no doubt your very impressive bedroom?

[ In light of that, she's more than willing to be the one who has to endure some gentle, non-serious ribbing from him about insisting on the treatment. She's by no means weak, or unable to move on her own power, but she is feeling the pleasant kind of lethargy in her limbs, her lower body especially, that makes this even more of a pleasurable experience when she doesn't have to be the one moving around.

In the end, she redoubles her insistence, winding her arms around his neck, her fingers absently toying with the long silver strands. ]

When's the last time you bathed?

Why?

( he says it idly, more focused on getting them up the stairs and into his bedroom. he's slow about it, unable to stop himself from savoring her in his arms like this. for all the power she carries, she's light in his arms. he sighs. )

Perhaps a few days ago. I don't tend to keep a log of when I bathe.

Because you're going to need it once we're done here. We both will.

[ That's as strong an indication as any that she intends to make a thorough mess of him — even more than they have to this degree already, although she can feel the slow drip of his release between her legs now, prompting her to instinctively squeeze her thighs together in an effort to keep it in. It's not as though she wants it or could even use it for its intended purpose — not when there's no possibility of them being able to naturally create a child together — but it suffuses her with a note of distinct pleasure, to feel it now.

She is noting, however, that he could be moving a lot more quickly than he is, and she can't tell if it's because he needs a moment to regain himself after she'd ridden him into the staircase or if he's enjoying this as much as she is. Without thinking, she leans in, nudging her nose to his cheek, something that's there and then gone almost as quickly as she'd initiated it. ]

( if he's surprised, he doesn't show it when she presses her nose against his cheek. it's a nuzzle, a cuddle, a very soft touch that he's not used to and the only reaction he gives is a very faint flush of his cheeks. he doesn't say anything to her because he guesses she doesn't want to talk about it either, not with how quickly it happened.

he keeps walking, eventually nudging open the door of his bedroom with a hip and stepping inside. he kicks it closed and moves to deposit her on the bed before he follows, stretching out.

he should take the rest of his clothes off, probably, but he feels sated and lazy and wants to rest with her for a few moments. )

[ While it might be easier — or even more comfortable — for her to undress, to finally peel herself out of the confines of her dress and stretch out across the bed with nothing but her skin against the sheets and the mess he's rendered between her thighs, she doesn't.

Instead, she merely rolls onto her side so that she's closer to facing him, hand nudged up between her cheek and the pillow, her observance quiet — like she just wants to take in the view of him while she's laying here and they haven't quite mustered up the energy to reach for one another again. ]

This is one of the nicer beds you've kept in a while. [ Certainly better than some of the ones in the roadside taverns they'd encountered one another in, those mattresses lumpy and unforgiving on the back. ]

( geralt moves onto his side as well, mirroring her position and staring at her in silence. they should both probably remove their clothes and clean up but now that he's on the bed and she's with him, he finds that he doesn't want to go anywhere else.

he sighs and reaches across, the fingers of one of his hands brushing against her front. he can't stop a laugh that spills out at her observation. )

You wouldn't think it was a bed in a house in a city that revolves around sex and sexual activity. Sometimes, you can forget that that world's out there.

[ She's instantly called back to the number of times she's gazed over him in a bed close to this one, studying his features, knowing that by the time she closes her eyes and then reopens them one or both of them will have gone. In the past, she's made it a point to be the one who leaves — because, as she never fails to remind him, he was always the one who did so first.

But neither of them is moving now, not even so much to get up and discard their wrinkled clothes, and when he reaches for her she stills, not wanting to disrupt the moment or even necessarily alert him to how he's touching her with the concern that it might make him stop. ]

... can you? [ Now, she means; is it possible for him to lie here with her and forget everything beyond these walls, even if for the slightest second? Deeper still, she wonders: is she enough to help him in the forgetting? ]

Sometimes.

( he looks down at the way his fingers trace along her skin before he sighs and glances back at her. )

It isn't easy but there are times when I'm focused enough on something else that I forget where I am.

( it isn't very easy but it happens and it surprises him when it does. )

I'm not thinking about what's outside these walls right now.

[ It's as close to an answer to her inquiry as she might get, now, while the both of them are this relaxed, this near to letting down greater guards that one or both are determined not to relinquish so easily under any other circumstance.

She tilts herself into his touch, but before she considers the possibility of leaning in to do more than that, her eyes begin to shutter — with the effects of the cocoa beginning to finally wear off, and a pleasant heaviness settling into her limbs in the aftermath, she can't think of anything else other than letting herself drift off for a while, here in his bed. ]

Neither am I. [ Her voice is hushed, but it's his face she doesn't want to surrender in her view, even while she finds herself starting to slip slowly towards sleep. ]

You can sleep, Yennefer.

( he's not going to move to get her up and make her leave. he's actually...content to have her there, near him, while they rest.

she reaches out and brushes some of her hair back before he tucks his hand against his chin and closes his own eyes. )

Rest.

( for a few minutes, for a few hours. he doesn't care either way. )

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