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TDM #27
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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. |
 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. |
 (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. |
 (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.)) |
 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. |
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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This is the guy he's going to have his first time with. Really...]
Enjoy this while you can, brat.
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With little more than a snicker, Floyd quietly waits for the elevator to reach their floor... then strolls out at a leisurely pace. What? He was told to be slow when they get here and now "here" they are.
Floyd may leave all the technical jargon and legal stuff to Azul and Jade on a regular basis, but he remains an Octavinelle through and through.]
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Actually, when Floyd's not dashing around at breakneck speed, the slow walk is... kind of nice.
For the first time today, Riddle is genuinely relaxing. It's probably the day taking its toll on him. Plus all the energy he just spent fighting Floyd. That's all it is...]
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Poor thing. Poor, sweet, unfortunate thing.
He almost feels guilty for having to put him down once they reach the apartment. But all good things must come to an end, unfortunately, so back onto his feet Riddle goes while Floyd opens the front door.
Luckily, nobody else seems to be home... but as soon as Floyd sets foot through the threshold and flicks on a light, the sound of a single, loud, drawn out meow will be there to greet them. What promptly follows is a tiny ball of brown and white fluff that, upon noticing someone new in the home, immediately bounds over to inspect.]
Heya, Catfish. What'cha doin'?
["Catfish" waddles over to Riddle's ankles, but Floyd's quick to scoop her up in one hand and plop her on his own shoulder before she can even think about clambering up Riddle's leg.]
You gotta be nice to Goldfishie. He's kinda cranky today.
[The apartment isn't huge or heavily decorated, but compared to whatever shit they throw together for them in the Down, it might as well be a palace. Jamil keeps the living spaces tidy, Jade picks up after himself and his twin in the bedroom they share... and Floyd, sweet Floyd, kicks his shoes off to haphazardly leave them by the kitchen.]
C'mon, Goldfishie~
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Luckily, his mind doesn't get stuck for long. As he comes inside, his eyebrows lift, and...
Oh.
Little "Catfish" instantly gets a smile out of Riddle as he looks down at the ball of fur. He gives a soft chirrup of greeting, right before she gets scooped up.]
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[Jeez. She might be a cat, but she's a kitten and Floyd might as well be a lightning rod in comparison.
He leans down carefully to take off his own shoes, setting them in their place, giving Floyd's shoes a look of irritation... before he grabs them and sets them where they should be, too.
Only then does he follow Floyd, feeling the tells of anxiety starting back up... so when he comes in after Floyd, he doesn't have the cheeriest of expressions.]
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[says the apex predator who easily crushes prey Catfish's size with little more than a chomp. At least the little thing seems daring, scampering up Floyd's head to perch atop it while he barges on into his and Jade's room.
Predictably, though there's only one bed, there's a clear divide between the two halves of the bedroom: one side perfectly neat, tidy and unassuming... while the other looks like a bomb went off on it earlier this morning. To be fair, there's no snacks, no crumbs, and he's put all his dirty laundry away... which leaves a bunch of unfolded shirts piled up at the foot of the bed. Well, at least it's a somewhat organized pile?]
Pffhaha! That tickles, Catfish, stop~
[Unaware yet of Riddle's impending anxiety, Floyd plucks the eager kitten out of his hair then tries to shove her into Riddle's arms.]
Here, you hold her. I gotta put all this stuff somewhere.
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[At least he can muster up the energy for that.
And the room is more or less expected. He's distracted sort of aimlessly looking around when Floyd laughs and he looks over. Huh.. that's actually pretty—
cat.
With a blink, he takes her, giving a soft puff.]
I'm half-surprised you can even keep a pet.
[He'll let her explore him as she wants, careful to keep a hand nearby just in case.]
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[Is that really true? Must be. If merfolk, fae, and ancient dragons can roam their world, then so too must nine-lived cats. Catfish peers up at Riddle with those beaming blue eyes of hers and immediately begins to purr. He must be quite warm, much warmer than Floyd, that's for sure.]
It's not like I'm gonna eat her~
[After scooping up his pile of unfolded nonsense into his arms, Floyd tosses it straight onto the floor... on Jade's side of the room.]
M'kay! Clean.
[With that, he falls over backwards onto the mattress. Of course, there's plenty of room for Riddle to sit down nearby if he wants.]
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Tch...
[He offers a tiny smile to the kitten, adjusting his hold so he can scratch her chin.
And Floyd's idea of "cleaning" is about as unsurprising as it gets. With a small puff, he gently sets the kitten down outside, lightly scooting her off so he can close the door.
Then, reluctantly, he comes over and sits down on the bed.]
Let's just get this over with.
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[It's probably for the best that Riddle explained that before Floyd starts going off dropping other people's cats off of balconies to test this odd theory. Not his cat, of course, because she's a ball of steel (and also a birthday gift from Jade).
Brave little Catfish chirps and mewls, appeased with Riddle's offerings, and eagerly waddles outside to either claw up a rug or Jamil's pillow; whichever is closest.
As for Floyd, he's just made himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, eyes fixated on the ceiling, when the shifting bed frame reminds him exactly why they came here in the first place. He rolls over onto his side and props his head up with a hand.]
D'you know what you like?
[It's a vague question, but it's what Floyd usually starts with. Riddle can always ask for specifics.]
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I barely had any chance to... really try.
[That, and when he did, he couldn't really get into it. What if he was just defective?
Urgh.
Brow pinching, he reluctantly draws his hands up to his pants. He takes a deep breath like he's about to dive underwater, and forces himself to pull them off.]
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‘kay, so, it’s like this–
[Floyd’s still grappling with informed consent himself, so he definitely won’t be the most thorough or knowledgeable teacher… but if he looks at this like he’s handling prey, maybe he’ll have an easier time. After all, Riddle’s never looked more like a poor defenseless goldfish than he does right now.
So he sits up, shoves aside a few pillows, and scoots to place his back against the headboard.]
We gotta get into it first, Goldfishie. C’mere and sit with your back to me.
[Legs spread out, Floyd pats the spot between them.]
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He does come sit closer, turning his back to Floyd. He's still too uptight to think about leaning back into him, however.]
Just don't be disappointed if it's not everything you expected it'd be...
[A last mumbled out warning from Riddle.]
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[Floyd gives Riddle some time to settle and since he won’t be leaning back he takes it upon himself to bridge the gap instead, giggling as he tucks his arms around the smaller boy’s middle and tries to rest his chin on his shoulder.]
Fufu~ You’re always so fun to squeeze, Goldfishie.
[His tone dips, soft and slow; a familiar shift for contract breakers but not typically for Riddle.]
Anyway~ Gimme your hand.
[He holds his own out for him, palm up.]
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From the proximity, Floyd can likely already feel how fast Riddle's heart is thrumming— even if he's doing pretty well at not showing it otherwise.
This is already weird. So much gentler than he expected. Gentle isn't a term he'd ever thought Floyd could embody, but... here they are.
Maybe... being here has really taught him some things.
He gives a soft huff, reaching out and laying his hand in Floyd's.]
At least tell me what you plan to do so I can properly brace myself.
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[And doesn’t touching there usually feel good? With Riddle’s hand in his own, Floyd takes a brief moment to marvel at just how tiny his fingers are. And yet how many people have these hands burned to a crisp? How many people suffered and choked and fell on their knees because these hands made them do so?
Riddle may be small, but his strength could rival even the biggest fish in the sea.
After rubbing his thumb against Riddle’s palm, Floyd guides his fingers downward until they finally brush against that bulge straining between his legs.]
Hold it like this. Or y’know. Try to. Since you’re so big now and all that~
[He holds the back of Riddle’s hand and coaxes him to cup himself.]
cw: underage
There's a small frown at the time his hand just lays in Floyd's. It's so weird for him to be so... still. Was Floyd always this way?
The rub to his palm has his blush deepening again. All this gentleness is really confusing. Is Floyd just toying with him? What is going on here?
He watches the hand finally be moved towards his cock. Even when he braces himself, he's so sensitive that the touch makes him jolt, and he bites back a surprised noise even as he winces a little.]
Alright...
[Cautiously, he cups himself, and lets out a wavering breath. Seems like the enchantment from the harness from earlier might be enough to overpower those hang-ups of his after all...]
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So far so good then. Seems like that weird enchanted item worked in his favor. With a lick of his lips, Floyd starts to maneuver Riddle’s hand further, encouraging him to rub in slow circles.]
See, you gotta kinda pet it a little. It’s sensitive any other time, but the trick is makin’ it feel good instead of bad.
[Which is not specific At All.]
And maybe try thinkin’ of something sexy and cute~
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Maybe it's because he can feel Floyd's body right up against him, even though they're separated by clothes. Maybe it's because Floyd's voice is closer to his ear than it ever has been.
Riddle's not entirely sure what to make of it all, and he doesn't know if he wants to, just yet.
Cautiously, he allows his hand to be moved. He tenses a bit briefly as he tries to coax some pleasure out of his painfully throbbing cock.]
Ngh...
[That is definitely not specific. This is already a disaster.
... what?]
Why cute...
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Hmhm~ Because cute things make you feel fluttery inside, right? Like lookin’ at a cute person? Or seeing someone do something cute?
[Ever-so slightly, Floyd turns his head and nudges Riddle’s cheek with his own. As he does, he continues the rhythm of their hands, slow and steady, maybe tortuously so.]
Haven’t you ever seen someone like that~?
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I— suppose.
[Riddle knows exactly what Floyd's talking about now. Those intrusive thoughts he'd so stubbornly tried to tamp down...
The cheek brushing against his makes him flush all over again. He's still wound tight as a spring, even as he shifts a little from the touches.]
Maybe.
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[He doesn’t want to risk Riddle stopping so soon, so he won’t ramp up the speed just yet, but he will increase the pressure and cover a bit more surface area, pressing harder at the back of Riddle’s hand as he encourages him to stroke lower, just about where he thinks his balls should be.
Wow~ So these are bigger too, huh. How fun.]
Did thinking about ‘em make this part of you feel good?
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[It's grumbled out, his breath hitching again as the pressure increases, and a shiver ripples through his body. That, coupled with the touch to his balls seems to do the trick.
He lets out a high-pitched exhale as he finally starts to feel some pleasure, and he leans back against Floyd. His breath comes out in slow pants, and his boxers feel entirely too restrictive.
In response to that question, his cock throbs, a small noise getting caught in his throat. He can't bring himself to answer, but does he really need to?]
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Another signature soft giggle escapes his lips while he revels in the throbs and shiver beneath his skin, so close yet not quite close enough. If he could shove Riddle’s fingers out of the way and take matters into his own hands, he would in a heartbeat.
But Floyd’s going to play nice (for now), and when he’s leaned up against he has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud in victory. He’s so warm. So warm and soft and every last bit of him smells like flowers…
Most importantly though, that voice–strained as it is–eats away at Floyd’s resolve with how closely it resembles something struggling between his jaws.]
That’s a good Goldfishie~
[Floyd coos, repeating that same groping, scooping motion toward Riddle’s stomach, his own core fluttering at the sheer weight working against his hand. Try as he might though, Floyd’s self control can only be held back for so long, and soon he’s responding to Riddle’s arousal in kind. Something equally hard presses to the small of the other boy’s spine, throbbing and eager, not quite stiff but so very close…]
D’you like it? It’s pretty fun, right~? I used to think human parts were weird since they’re out all the time… but they’re not so bad once you know how to work ‘em~
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