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duplicitymemes2022-01-10 07:43 pm
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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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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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Even in the city, he'd managed that, to a very small extent. Painful. Stupid of him, but it happened. He stroked fingers through Obi-Wan's beard absently, just combing the coarse hair as he stared into the man's eyes. It wasn't meant to be anything, but it was probably a little more intimate than he ought to be, "I'm no angel, an I make mistakes alla time. Not with my patients, but with people? Ya paid any attention ta those awful things the city posts every month? I'm nowhere near gettin quota the way the city prefers. They been on me for a long time now."
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Then as the other man then went on about quotas, there was no holding back. “Then let me help you with that,” came the low, husky reply. With Obi-Wan suddenly pushing forward to plant his lips on McCoys with a firm and somewhat needy kiss.
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McCoy could have pushed Obi-Wan away, could have turned his head, could have just leaned back, but he didn't do any of those things. It had been coming for a long time, he knew that, and while he still wasn't sure how he felt about Obi-Wan, he didn't have the heart to try and get away. The man was hurting, and he wanted comfort. And it was hardly the first time Obi-Wan had mentioned being interested in McCoy. Just because he wasn't sure of himself didn't mean he couldn't just see what a kiss brought. Right?
He didn't kiss back right away, too lost in his own head to do more than just sit there, but eventually he managed to respond. McCoy scratched his fingers through Obi-Wan's beard again, since it was apparently a very sensitive spot, and kissed back. He was hesitant, but it was worth a shot. He did care about the guy, even if there was still a hell of a lot of confusion too.
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But then there it is. McCoy finally reacting in the way Obi-Wan hoped, and then some. Those fingers scrubbing through his beard sealed the deal. With the Jedi launching out of his chair to instead straddle McCoy’s lap. His kisses becoming hungrier as he placed his hands on the other’s shoulders. Fingers gripping fabric with intention but not yet making that move. If McCoy wanted to back out, this was the time.
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He didn't think the man would hurt him, not for a second, but McCoy wasn't ready to just have sex, and he didn't want Obi-Wan to do something that he'd regret either. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the man.
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“Leonard I… I’m sorry.” The Jedi realizing he had come on too strong and mentally kicked himself for it. Jedi restraint had flown right out the window in a moment of weakness. Clearing his throat he then moved to extract himself from the doctor’s lap and move back to his own seat.
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"No runnin. Just . . . Just gimme a sec. An sit back down. Ya not that heavy." He didn't let his grip relax until he was sure Obi-Wan wasn't going to try and bolt, which is absolutely what McCoy would have done in the other man's shoes. Then he freed a hand to shove through his own hair. He'd be avoiding that beard for a while.
"Ok. Ok. That was . . . intense. An a little unexpected. An I'm sorry about the fear. I didn't mean that. I wasn't afraida you, just the situation. I think I pushed a button I didn't know about." A really big button he really hadn't meant to push. That was seriously unexpected to go from a little kiss to something that felt serious in just a few seconds. But he wasn't afraid of Obi-Wan. They just needed to talk.
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“There’s a reason I don’t often drink, my buttons are much easier to push.”
See Bones, Jedi discipline and restraint do have their place! The Jedi in fact discouraged drinking because it clouded the mind. When he did drink it was usually no more than one and he would be fine. But… well. He had let his guard down with McCoy. He would not make that mistake again.
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McCoy wasn't letting Obi-Wan go until they'd had a real conversation, alcohol notwithstanding. They could still talk again later too.
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“Until I came here, I had only had sex once in my life. About 20 years ago. Living in Duplicity has been a very different experience.”
He wasn’t sure why he brought that up, but he felt there was a reason. Oh well.
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"It's not ya fault Obi-Wan. It's no one's fault. It happened an nobody went too far so it's not anythin ta worry over." He lifted his head and smiled at the man, "We can try again another time though. If ya want. Without the alcohol. An I'll remember about the beard. No touchin till I'm ready for something really serious."
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The suggestion to try another time earned a nod. “All right.” That was something he could remember. A signal of sorts. He could do that.
“Would you mind if a slept it off here?”
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McCoy reluctantly lifted his head, giving the arm he still held a squeeze, "I promise Obi, no one's at fault here. I'm not bothered at all. Now, whatcha like ta eat? I know how ta make sandwiches an sandwiches."
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“I’ll take the sandwich. And don’t worry, Jedi don’t get hangovers.”
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