TDM #27

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« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 high-rise. 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 for all new and past arrivals. Skies are clear and the weather is warm.

» » » ALL ABOARD

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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.

« « « INNER NATURE

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(cw: dubcon, altered mental states, infidelity, cruelty) Some charming surprises for LIERs new and old alike are being distributed at Orientation, hawked by various merchants, and handed out by early revelers in the streets. These nearly ubiquitous and fashionably-colored butterfly, bull, or swan charms can be found on a wide array of products from braided bracelets, to pendants, rings, keychains, pins, barrettes, etc. They're extremely attractive to whoever possesses one, to the point they don't want to remove it. If they make a concerted effort to take it off, they may find themselves wearing it again a few hours later without remembering putting it back on. The only way to truly be rid of it is to swap it out for a different charm. Butterflies feel more devil-may-care. They're up for trying just about anything once and have the stamina for it easily. However, they also bore quickly and might even quit an act right in the middle if it, or the person they're with, isn't doing it for them. They have a fairly callous attitude toward their partners' needs and desires unless they happen to align in the moment. They care nothing for commitment or long-term stability. Life is about enjoying every second as it comes. It's too short to waste on repetition. Bulls know what they want and exactly how they want it. They're confident and assertive in their propositions and prefer to stick to tried and true kinks they already know they enjoy. If they've never dipped their toes into the world of kink before, they will seek out someone knowledgeable to give them thorough instruction so that, when the time comes to try it on their own, they have the needed skills. They are enthusiastic about their own interests and very motivated to share them with others. The great thing about bulls is they won't quit until they get the job done and everyone is satisfied — unless denial is your thing. No judgment here. Swans are in love with romance and stability. They are less focused on falling in love with someone specific than they are on becoming the kind of person worthy of love and partnership. They're in it for the deep feelings with the goal of building a long-lasting love connection. They are prone to all the grand gestures, wooing in style, and digging into self-help if they have less desirable traits that would make them a bad partner. Even if a character would normally be allergic to this attitude, possession of a swan charm turns their eye toward the goal of being a good mate for life. Anyone who comes together with someone else in possession of the same charms will find themselves drawn to that person with the traits of the charm amplified. Butterflies will be even more flighty and prone to boredom, Bulls more set in their ways, etc. Should any unlucky trio decide on a 3-way with one holder of each charm, they're in for a bad time of it with the traits of each clashing and a high likelihood of hurt feelings and bad sex. After first obtaining a charm and wearing it, characters will be affected for one week with the effects waning as time passes until it's just a pretty bauble. No one can be under the effect of two or more charms at once, but they can switch charms out throughout the week.

« « « MAKE READY

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(cw: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, drugs, cannibalism, violence, forced orgasms, overstimulation, macro/micro sex organs/traits, body horror, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, flashing) It's that time of year, when preparations for Duplicity's annual celebration of Tumenalia are underway. Green, red, and blue banners are hung from the buildings and street lights. Food and drink is abundant at tables and stalls, some of it simply tasty treats, some with the powerful aphro effects those familiar with Duplicity have come to expect from such offerings. Buyer beware. Or not. Businesses that capitalize on the sexual and violent nature of the festival have their best wares on display — toys, fetish wear, erotic furniture, even weapons, all either on sale at discount before businesses close for the festival or offered up for LIERs to demo in exchange for coupons to use later. One shop in particular has a few unusual items geared toward the festival, both for offense and defense it would seem. Toxine is a two piece lipstick set in a vibrant shade of red that comes with a clear basecoat. If worn without the basecoat, it affects both the wearer and anyone they kiss, producing wild desire to devour one another in any way possible. Effects can range from sexy to violent, even cannibalistic, depending upon the wearer and target. If worn with the basecoat, only the target is affected and their consuming desires will be unleashed on anyone in the vicinity. Knives for Feet No, your feet aren't knives. That would be silly! There are spring-loaded blades in the toes of these lovely fetish shoes geared toward men, women, and those who identify outside the binary. Some styles are studded with spikes as well, or have an extra-sharp stiletto heel. You'll look killer for any party. If someone gives you a hard time, knock them dead, baby. Slay. Orgasme is the perfectly discreet gentle self-defense perfume bottle that packs a big punch. One spritz from the très chic atomizer sends the target into paroxysms of intense, debilitating orgasm, long enough for someone to make a quick escape or capture. Use with caution in high winds. Not for use in enclosed spaces. The manufacturer of Orgasme will not be liable for damages from improper use of product. Do not use if allergic to any ingredients in Orgasme. One bottle of Orgasme is good for four uses. Flaunt It (If You've Got It?) This adjustable leather or pleather harness is unisex and designed to be worn under clothing for a naughty surprise to enhance your best assets. Unfortunately, the manufacturer outsourced their labor this year. It may work as advertised, or it may go terribly wrong. Characters who are typically shy or insecure about their bodies will find the harness not only enhances their assets but enlarges them significantly. Characters who are arrogant about their looks will instead find their assets have shrunken to the point they're barely visible. Characters with a neutral feeling about their own bodies may simply have a nice leather harness to wear. Those who have grown or shrunk will feel an irresistible urge to flash someone whose opinion matters to them, whether this person is someone they care about or loathe. Those who don't know anyone in the city will want to flash the first attractive stranger they see. Only after exposing themselves can a character remove the harness and return to normal. If they can't find anyone to flash at all, the harness will eventually loosen and become removable within 2 days. Other businesses that don't cater to the depravity may be preparing fortifications against the impending Tumenalia mayhem, some even boarding up and closing down early. The owners want nothing to do with the property damage that often goes along with the releasing of inhibitions. It isn't long before suggestive and downright filthy graffiti is sprayed on the boards of these businesses. Some people have no sense of civic pride. ((Please note Tumenalia takes place in November. You're still welcome to play with the pre-festival prompts in December, or you can assume that post-festival the decorations are being taken down, businesses reopened, last remaining stock is on clearance, etc.))

« « « WHERE DO YOU BELONG

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While the hierarchy of Dominants and Submissives remains generally stable throughout Duplicity, the society is not entirely without subversive undercurrents. Even after the quelling of recent dissent, there are whispers of defiance among those who long for a life outside the confines of their designation. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that moves around the Up, never held in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its current location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, the phrase No Labels will get you inside and into the temporary freedom that club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be — or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night in question, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, patrons have the choice of submitting their names into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, an anonymous message will pop up on both parties' devices with the name and description of their partner, and whether or not they choose to meet them is purely at their discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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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 the assignments are OOCly 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 is a lover, they are a Dominant. If your character is more of a fighter, 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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Riddle Rosehearts | Twisted Wonderland | Submissive

[chopoffyourhead]

Orientation.

[Ugh, his skin is still crawling...

Riddle stubbornly pushes the unpleasant thoughts away. It doesn't take much effort, thanks to what information the Orientation brings.

He stares in silence, face turning redder and redder with each rule spoken.

At the end of it, he hasn't moved. His fists are white-knuckled in his lap, face still beet red.

Shocked? Horrified? Bewildered? Outraged?

Yes.]

Make Ready.

[As he tries to orient himself in this strange new world (he can't help but think of Yuu), he's noticing a lot of eyes on him. He doesn't like it.

So he sticks closer to stalls, hoping at least one side would be a little more protected.

A thought he soon berates himself for how foolishly naïve it was.

He's taken off guard as someone grasps him, and he's halfway through a snarl before he quickly realizes it's a Dominant.

When he surfaces again, it's with his cape clutched tightly in front of him. And his face is really quite an impressive shade of red.

It doesn't matter who approaches him next; they're treated to an absolutely murderous look.

For unfamiliar faces, an unhinged smile is given through clenched teeth:]

Can I help you.

Where Do You Belong.

[He looks utterly exhausted and mopey. Who knew that a night club of all things would turn out to be one of the first places of solace of the day...

There's so much wariness at the lottery... but he does reluctantly add his name, hoping to find some connection with the sane people here that were also dragged into this mess.

If he sees someone coming towards him, he does sit straight up and smooth away the weary expression.

Otherwise, he looks rather like a sulky, deflated balloon.]

Wildcard.

[Hmu or go nuts. Riddle's not usually a casual sex sort of guy, but a butterfly charm could help with that~]

Where Do You Belong

[perfectly_average]

... Riddle?

[Wow, it really is him. Jamil hadn't expected to be matched with him, of all people... Sorry that Riddle was hoping for sane. But okay he will approach and sit near him, looking him over with concern.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[The voice instantly injects some life back into Riddle, and he looks over.]

Jamil!

[His own voice is equal parts surprised and relieved. After the chaos of the day, Jamil's appearance is a breath of fresh air.

He lets out a breath... then offers him a smile. Tired, but genuine.]

While I definitely wouldn't wish this place upon anyone, let alone you... I have to admit, I'm thankful to see you.

[perfectly_average]

[Ah... he isn't used to being looked at this way, and so it has him briefly pausing.

Once he's seated near the younger teen, he considers the words.]

... I suppose that goes both ways. Your face is one I haven't seen in... Wow. It's going on a year now.

[There is a soft hum.]

Do you need anything? Food, drink?

[chopoffyourhead]

[The first bit has him softly surprised... and then his eyes widen.]

A year? How is that possible?

[...granted, they both found themselves in this place. Time strangeness wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's encountered today.

A blink at the words that follow.]

Oh... that's alright. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to pay you back for quite a bit.

make ready

[lacecase]

[When Ginger sees a unique outfit, she has to get a closer look. Having caught a glimpse of something particularly wonderful, she was making her way through the crowd to approach Riddle when he disappeared. A little disappointed, she's just about to give up and go back to browsing the stalls when she nearly bumps right into him again.]

Oh! Just who I wanted to see!

[And he's so cute and small, too! Her wide, excited smile fades, though, when it hits her just how red his face in. Filled with an abrupt sense of concern, she's putting the back of one of her palms to his forehead.]

Honey, oh no, I think you're running a fever!

[chopoffyourhead]

[The excited tone catches him off guard... and his nerves all feel frayed, so there's a jolt when that hand comes for him.

... but then he's just left staring at her in bafflement as the color slowly drains away.]

H-huh...?

[lacecase]

[Whew, that's a relief. It looks like his temperature is already going down! The flush is definitely receding. One would think that considering where they were, being ill isn't the first thing you'd think when someone is red in the face, but...well, that's Ginger for you. Always running with the first idea that comes to her even if it's far from the most logical.]

I thought, like, you looked like you might be getting sick! Make sure you get lots of rest if you feel tired, okay?

[Wait, she's totally getting off track, isn't she? Mercifully, she takes her hand back and doesn't grab for him again.]

Sorry about that, I think I might've gotten a little ahead of myself. Anyway, I wanted to tell you how much I love your outfit! It's, like, super stylish! I don't think I've seen anything quite like it. Would you mind if I took a picture so I can sketch it later?

Where Do You Belong

[eelusive]

[For someone who helps run a glorified nightclub back home, it stands to reason Floyd would be interested in exploring the ones right here. Granted, they're far from the beauty of Mostro Lounge with its background of inter-dimensional ocean, but they're different, and for Floyd that's more than enough reason to explore them.

This one though, out of all the rest, earns extra points, because guidelines? Rules? Labels? Those may as well not be part of Floyd's vocabulary.

Gladly, he wanders in and surveys the scene, takes in the now-familiar scent of bar smoke and liquor, the sight of strangers touching knees in leather booths-- A freckle of red like a drop of blood in a wide open sea.

Floyd doesn't hesitate to pursue, creeping up behind the smaller boy with all the stealth of an ambush predator, and once he's close enough, he reaches around to try and pinch both of those antennae between his fingers, hoping to lift them straight up in the air like two perked bunny ears.]

Hiii, Goldfishieee~

1/3

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle has been touched without his consent today far enough times already, so the moment he feels someone messing with his hair, he whips around—

—his cape thrust out in a dramatic gesture as the bulking package in his pants is given in wide-open display of the merman.]

2/3

[chopoffyourhead]

[


Wait.


What?]

3/3

[chopoffyourhead]

FLOOOOOYYYYD!

[Wow, that sure is a set of lungs for such a small guy.]

[eelusive]

[Did someone say "package"? Floyd would be focused on that if Riddle's reaction were anything else... but of course it won't be and he gleefully accepts it with a beaming, toothy grin.

Other patrons look over in alarm, but Floyd couldn't care any less about them... or Riddle's anger, for that matter. In fact, here! Let him echo those sentiments:]

GOLDFISHIIIIE~!

Make Ready

[colorature]

[Diva's always loved a festival. She's been in Duplicity for enough years now that she's more than aware that Tumenalia and all the chaos it brings is just around the corner. Even with no one to drag along with her for the time being, she's opted to check out the stalls that have been set up, determined to indulge in a bit of retail therapy. She ends up distracted however by the sight of a boy who looks as red in the face as the hair on his head.

How delightful.

Abandoning whatever stall she'd gone to, Diva approaches him with a fanged smile. She's dressed in a simple frilled blue dress, knee high boots clicking against the pavement. She's no taller than he is but her heels do give her an inch on him. He looks like prey, what with the way he stands there. It's adorable. She's delighted.

But she'll behave herself.

The question he throws her way has her laughing lightly. She's in the same position as him, after all, the mark on her neck easily visible.]

You can't, no, but perhaps I can help you?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle takes a few moments to take a deep breaths, slowly winding down. The fangs and disposition is quickly reminding him of one of the Diasomnia members from back home.

After a moment, warily:]

Can you...?

[Well... it's worth a shot, he supposes, if she's offering. He gestures at his waist.]

One of the vendors forced a harness on me. Now it won't come off...

[colorature]

Oh. Did they?

_{[She cocks her head to the side as he points toward his waist, arms crossing over her chest loosely. There's a hum that escapes her.]}

It won't come off huh? Usually that means you have to do something to get it off. This place has enchanted objects that always have some kind of condition you have to meet.

_{[Well. It could be worse.]}

Can I see?

Where Do You Belong

[flawful]

<sub>[Hermes may not have been in Duplicity for as long as some of the others he's come to know in the the city, but it hasn't taken him long to learn that sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Signed up for the lottery he's paired with a name he's unfamiliar with and pointed in the direction of his partner for the evening. When he does eventually spot him he can't help but feel his expression soften. Riddle looks...weary. Tired. And a whole bunch of other emotions Hermes knows all too well himself.

As he approaches he realizes just how much taller he is than his company for the evening (he's a good seven feet tall, please don't be intimidated) and so he does his best to seem pleasant as he sits down across from the teen with a smile. Other than his height there's nothing too different that makes Hermes stand out from others, aside from a pair of luminous green eyes that glow in the dim light of the club.]</sub>

Riddle? _{[He fiddles with the paper between his hands.]} I am Hermes.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He blinks as he's looked at and approached. Despite the difference in height, Riddle shows no signs of discomfort or of being intimidated at all. In fact, there's only a curiosity there, his attention captured by the stunning green eyes.

He offers a smile.]

Hello, Hermes. It's nice to meet you.

[In spite of the circumstances, he means that. He already appreciates such respectful and courteous behavior.]

I suppose we were paired up, then? [There's a moment of hesitation, and then he follows up with:] I should start by asking what you were expecting to get out of this.

[Since, well... the nature of this city, and all. He wouldn't feel right stringing someone along if they were expecting sex, much as... he knows he'll have to cross that bridge sooner or later.]

[flawful]

What I was expecting?

[Well, that question for one, was something he wasn't expecting. Sitting back in his seat he rests his hands in his lap, quiet for a moment. Oh. That's what he meant.]

Ah. Nothing in particular. If you are worried of me expecting something out of you at all, I hope you will be at ease if I dismiss your concerns.

[Y'know, if he has any.]

To be truthful... [And he looks a bit sheepish when admitting as much-] I came here for a distraction.

_{[Meeting people is a good way of getting out of his own head and he doesn't exactly care what happens to himself at the end of the evening.]}

where do you belong

[ktizo]

After some time Hythlodaeus spots Riddle in the club, noting his demeanour. Well, he doesn't know this man but surely that won't do. He sidles up to him, and sits himself beside him.

"My apologies if I seem forward, but you seem distracted. Would you care for a chat, perhaps?" He's never liked the idea of people being upset on their own... surely some company would cheer Riddle right up?

[chopoffyourhead]

There's a blink as he's addressed, and he's quickly moving to sit up. Immediately, he notices the eyes— they're like Hermes'. Maybe this is one of his friends?

"My first day here has been chaotic, to say the least," Riddle explains.

Still, a little smile comes up. "I don't mind at all. I'm Riddle Rosehearts."

[ktizo]

"Ah, your first day? Goodness, then it makes sense that you would be feeling strange!" He clicks his tongue sympathetically, but his smile is warm when he responds.

"Riddle? My name is Hythlodaeus. A pleasure." He bows his head a little in greeting. "Is there anything I can help you with? I have been here for... some time now. Long enough that I may be of some assistance, if you should need it."

orientation

[wantingmore]

[Unless there's something in it for her, Claudia doesn't make it much of a habit to play welcome wagon to any of the incoming LIERs. It's worthwhile, of course, to make good connections, endear oneself to newcomers, but it becomes tedious after a time, explaining the same things over and over.

It just so happens that Claudia's ready to feed, and she hears a heartbeat that is particularly mouthwatering. The redhead, almost as petite as she is, looks about ready to burst a blood vessel. If that's his goal, she's prepared to help expedite the process. So, putting on her sweetest, most unassuming face, Claudia approaches.]

Pardon me, Monsieur. Do you require assistance?

[chopoffyourhead]

[He can't believe this. Is this all some elaborate prank? Someone's talking to him. There can't really be a real experiment, right?

... someone's talking to him?

He slowly looks to her. A hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. A noisy breath out.]

I'm fine.

[Clearly!]

I've never heard of any place that runs anything like... what I just heard.

[wantingmore]

Forgive me--it is only that I worried for your health, you seemed so tense!

[As if to really accentuate her request for forgiveness, Claudia gives him a demure curtsy. She's just a sweet little thing, really. No ulterior motives to see here!]

Ah, you have just come from orientation, then? A terrible ordeal, you have my deepest sympathies. [Claudia touches a hand to her own, lineless neck in understanding. He got the short end of the deal.] The customs here are mortifying, aren't they? I could never imagine such lewd practices happening where I came from.