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TDM #22
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures. Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again. |
 (cw: aphro, humiliation kink) Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions. Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation. It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched. Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise. |
 (cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold. Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed. • The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered. • The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above. • The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy. • The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike! These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day. One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny. There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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The Jedi chuckled though at the accusation, then hummed thoughtfully. “I can’t really say. Albert at least hadn’t mentioned someone to me by that name.” Though they would be in agreement that they should meet. Albert did need more friends in his life.
Then it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to blush and he clears his throat a bit. “Yes, actually. With and without clothes.” Albert did all manner of photography in his studio. At least what his old style camera was able to do.
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Aw hell! Not only was Obi-Wan blushing, he set McCoy off too! Why did he have to say that? Why did McCoy keep prying? He knew it was probably something like that and then he went and asked it anyway, "Ya know, I think ya do that on purpose. Ya do, don't ya?" His tone was angry, just unsure and questioning. The flirting wasn't bad, he mostly enjoyed it, but Obi-Wan seemed so attached to his Albert. McCoy doubted there was much room left for someone else and he wasn't sure he could do something casual without getting hurt. So he kept trying to be really careful.
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He then hums thoughtfully at the idea of a get together. “I don’t think that would be weird. I’m all for it, actually.” It would be good for Albert to have a friend that was into photography as much as he was.
A little grin then comes to Obi-Wan’s face at that next question. The Jedi pouting himself another drink. “You never really can tell,” he says before knocking back some more of the potent liquor.
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McCoy relaxed a little when Obi-Wan agreed a get-together would be good. He'd managed it again! Thank god. And then he was blushing again and poured himself another drink to toss back, "No I can't an that's sorta the problem!" He glared a little at Obi-Wan, refilling his glass yet again. At least he had a high tolerance for alcohol, "I think it'd be really scratchy kissin ya with that beard." Maybe not that high a tolerance after all . . .
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The Force gave Obi-Wan a high tolerance for alcohol as well. Though he didn’t drink often. Yet that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling that pleasurable buzz from it. This stuff was stronger than he was used to. Perhaps on par with that pirate ale Hondo had pushed at him once. The Jedi chuckling at McCoy’s rambling.
“I’ve never had any complaints,” he says, continuing to sip from his glass. “Though there is only one way to know for sure.”
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"I mighta wondered it before, but drunk kissin ain't a good idea, specially with me. I got . . . issues. Wouldn't wanna ruin the friendship or somethin." He was getting too close to drunk to be making real decisions and it was pretty obvious he was past the point of watching his mouth. Or his hands. One was wanting to reach out and touch Obi-Wan's hand. Bad idea. He might not stop there.
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“Leonard…” the Jedi then said, using the man’s first name sternly as he leveled him with a serious gaze. “I highly doubt there’s anything you would do that would ruin our friendship. Especially where kissing is concerned.”
He didn’t even need the Force to see the conflict in doctor. He was far too obvious while inebriated and sometimes he still was when not under the influence. “I don’t bite.”
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He looked away, crossing his arms over his chest, giving Obi-Wan the silent treatment for a few seconds, then he sighed and shook his head, "I'm scared, ok? I know ya can feel it. I'm scareda everyone I feel somethin for, cause that means I could get hurt. I'd rather have friends than ruined dreams." Which . . . was way more honest and intimate than he'd ever normally be. And he wasn't sure he wouldn't like a bite or two, in certain cases. Which didn't help him be less confused!
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“I know,” he says quietly. “We all have something to fear, and it’s always our own worst enemy.” He goes quiet for a few moments as if considering something. But hey, if McCoy was going to show his own vulnerability it wouldn’t be fair for Obi-Wan to not do the same.
“In fact I can relate. Trust, it doesn’t come all that easy anymore.”
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He heaved a deep sigh with Obi-Wan's words, letting go of the irritation at being forced to confess to secrets he'd rather keep. It wasn't the man's fault he liked to pry. McCoy reached out and laid a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, leaving it there warm and hopefully comforting.
"Hey. I don't lie, ya know me enough ta feel how honest I tend ta be. I won't say it wouldn't hurt ta hear ya didn't trust me anyway, but I can certainly understand. Just remember if ya ever need some honesty, I'm always willin ta give it to ya straight. An ya still an ass sometimes."
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The hand on his shoulder comes as a bit of a surprise, but he smiles and puts his hand over it. “I know that too,” he says with a measure of warmth as it certainly didn’t hurt to be reminded. He then laughs lightly as the other man proves his honesty.
“Then you can rest assured that I do trust you. It’s only that… well think of it this way. What would you do if someone you loved, someone like your Jim, were to ever betray you in the worst possible way?”
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McCoy got irritated at people all the time, but it didn't mean he disliked them. Obi-Wan confused him more than anything and that was where the biggest rub lived. But he still considered the man a friend. McCoy sighed at Obi-Wan's words, giving that shoulder a squeeze.
"I know what that's like, from the inside an the outside, an I wish ya didn't know what it felt like." Jim hadn't done what he did to hurt people, he'd done it to save them all, but that didn't make it hurt any less or feel like any less of a betrayal.
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“Though if you wish me to not… call you out. I can promise that much. Though I only ever want to help.” But he knows that people didn’t always want help. With McCoy he felt the need to be honest, but will respect his wishes to the best of his ability.
McCoy’s words of understanding drew another nod. One of sorrow and regret. “I told you about my people didn’t I? How they were hunted down and slaughtered?”
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"Naw, I just get irritated at myself for leakin so much sometimes. Ya can call me on stuff all ya want, I probably deserve it. An I know ya don't do it ta be cruel." McCoy's gaze softened and he pulled Obi-Wan into a real hug instead, "I'm not sure if ya told me, or if I heard mosta it from Luke, but I know what ya mean. I can't imagine dealin with that." But he'd seen someone who had to. McCoy and Spock didn't always act like friends, but he'd watched that man watch his world turn into a damn black hole, taking most of his species along with it. He couldn't even fathom something like that in his own life.
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He then blinked in surprise as McCoy pulled him into hug. There was no complaint though, and Obi-Wan leaned into it slightly. Sighing softly, the Jedi gingerly put his arms around the other man as well. “It’s a dark time,” Obi-Wan confessed. “Yet it’s even worse knowing your best friend was part of it.”
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McCoy rubbed a hand over Obi-Wan's back as he held the man, speaking softly, "That's one thing I never gotta worry about I guess. Jim just couldn't do that. He's not wired that way." Hopefully anyway. It wasn't impossible for Jim to do really crazy things, but he wouldn't commit genocide. Surely he'd never lose it so completely . . . Ah hell, now he was actually worried! McCoy did his best to tamp that worry down before Obi-Wan noticed and hugged the man a little tighter.
"It wasn't ya fault Obi-Wan. Someone so gentle an kind isn't gonna influence someone in a bad way. Sometimes . . . sometimes people just make bad choices. No matter how hard we try ta keep 'em on a better path."
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“I thought the same about Anakin,” he said softly. He didn’t know Jim, but he had known Anakin. His closest friend, his brother, practically his other half. Though the Jedi felt a little guilty as his words apparently stoked some doubt and fear in McCoy.
“You don’t know that.” His voice now barely above a whisper. “I didn’t see it coming, and failed to protect him.”
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"I know ya love him, but it's not your fault what happened." It didn't matter if Obi-Wan ever believed him, McCoy believed what he said and he knew that would come through in his emotions. He just wanted to ease the man's pain. To make some of the agony go away.
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“Most parents don’t have to kill their kids,” he murmured sadly.
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He just poured out the emotions and held him, no longer caring what else Obi-Wan might pick up. It didn't matter, not when a friend was in so much pain. McCoy held Obi-Wan tighter, trying to give him something that would help.
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“I thought I had killed him,” Obi-Wan continues to say, unable to stop himself. “I saw him burning but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t help him. So I left him there. Certain he wouldn’t survive.” A lump swelled in his throat as ge could see it his mind as clear as the day it happened. “It wasn’t till a came here that I learned he survived.”
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"I'm so sorry Obi-Wan. But I'm here."
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Rubbing a hand across his face, the Jedi sighs. Blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. Trembling lips pulled in a melancholy smile as he looked at McCoy. “I know, and I’m glad you are.”
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“Even you?”
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