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TDM #31
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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. It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat. |
 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: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex) It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves. Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over! While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well: In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame. Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles. Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here. For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst. |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink) Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects. The menu: Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro! |
 (cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism) A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park. This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another. If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not. |
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 night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, 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 tag on 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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Rip's less than enthused as she stares at the strange man holding the other end of her leash. The 6'2, raven haired woman stares at him with a rather annoyed look on her features before she reaches over to try and gently tug the leash away from him. "Looks can be deceiving. Besides, I vould consider myzelf more of a volf zhan any domestic breed."
Though if she had to pick a domestic breed..German Shepard is always appropriate.
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Aloud, he says, "A 'volf,' are you?" He begins to move toward her, his steps languid and his smirk taking on a decidedly wolfish edge of its own. "What a coinky-dink. Just so happens, I was raised by a couple of those myself." He's directly in front of her now, and my, my, but she is a tall one, isn't she? Joker still has her by a few inches, but he doesn't have to crane his neck down in order to make eye contact now that they're close. It's a small pleasure, sure, but a pleasure nonetheless. "Just think what Mother will say when I bring you home for Christmas."
Keeping his end of the leash firmly in his grip, he reaches out with his other gloved hand to brush her hair back from her face. He makes the touch just a smidge more intimate than it needs to be, his fingertips lingering against her cheek for a moment, and the glint in his eyes is equal parts amusement and something darker. "And do you have a name, Little Wolf?"
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Her eyes narrow as he tightens his grip on the leash and holds it away from her as if it's supposed to be out of her reach. It wasn't per se, but, Rip also knew what rules this city plays by. Act out and she might get punished in a way that was definitely not fun.
But, that doesn't mean she won't stand her ground. As he moves closer, Rip straightens up her posture and for once, finds it unnerving to have to look up at someone. Usually, she likes tall men who can take control. However most of those men, even the dangerous ones, didn't set off alarm bells in her head. "Zhat depends on vhether or not you like your mozher. I'm a horrible house pet und prone to murdering annoying people zhat piss me off."
So give up her leash.
She gives the leash another, harsher tug that might just give him the slightest indication that she is a lot stronger than she looks. Add in her pale features with her freckles dusting her skin, the crimson eyes and..the slightly pointed ears poking through her hair? Rip is NOT human.
And she's tensed up the moment his fingertips brush against her pale, cool skin. When his touch lingers, she jerks her head away from his touch and growls. He gets a nice view of a mouth full of fangs as her eyes meet his.
...Rip can see the darker glint hidden among the amusement. That's a look she usually displays when she knows she found the right prey to mess with. Having it suddenly turned on her is...uncomfortable. "I do. Everyone haz a name so zhe question iz vhether or not I should give it to you."
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And then there's that sharp (albeit ineffective) tug on the leash, which suggests she might actually be able to flip a Bat or two onto their asses. Beautiful! Who doesn't like a girl who can brawl? Especially in Joker's line of work. And for the specific work he's starting to get into his mind for Wolfy Dearest here, physical power is going to be an absolute necessity.
Yes, the mental dots are starting to be drawn together, indeed, and Joker finds he quite likes the picture he sees forming. It's not at all what he came here to find, and Barnum only knows what the hell kind of creature this woman actually is (vampire? werewolf? feral intergalactic honey badger?), but, well, when life hands you a giftmonster...
Wolfy jerks away from his touch with a flash of fangs, and her growl seems to go straight to his cock. Joker's pupils dilate slightly, and there's absolutely no mistaking the hunger in the way he's looking at her. She could most certainly do the job he has in mind, and perhaps a few more, besides.
"No," he corrects. "The question is whether you want the dignity of being referred to by your actual name." And now it's his turn to jerk the leash, pulling it toward him with a fast, hard snap. He doesn't stop smiling, or looking at her like he'd like to eat her alive. "Or if you prefer for me to get creative."
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While she's distracted by whether or not giving her name to him is a good idea, the sudden snap of her leash catches her off guard. Rip lets out another soft growl as she stumbles forward and practically into him.
Which leads to the question of whether she should say fuck the rules and really lash out. If she really wanted, she could break the hand holding the leash to start with. Or she could just go straight to tearing out his throat. The resulting time in the People Zoo might be worth it at this point. But, she also had her current dominant to think about.
Fuck.
This little 'giftmonster' really didn't have much in the way of choices right now, did she?
"I vould razher you fuck off und drop my leash." Which she really doubts he is willing to do. So reluctantly, she huffs. "My name iz Rip van Winkle."
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And her name? Oh, buddy.
Joker snorts, actually snorts, then begins to chuckle. "You know, when most girls give a guy a fake name, they choose some sort of liquor or fruit." The look in his eyes softens slightly, amusement tempering the darker elements. "'Brandy,' maybe. Or 'Cherry.'" How many singles has he tucked into the garters of Cherries, he wonders?
"But you. You!" He chuckles again, then gives her a wink. "You sure you don't want to try again? Be a 'Diamond' or an 'Eden,' perhaps?"
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Not...mistake it for a fake name and then talk about stripper names. She tries to shrug off his hand as that cute look of confusion just gets more..confused. "I vasn't giving a fake name."
She starts pouting a little. "Zhat IS my name. Vhy vould I vant to be a 'Cherri' or a 'Brandy' vhen my name is perfectly acceptable?"
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Especially not when she's looking oddly endearing in her confusion.
Is Rip seriously her name? He's heard worse self-chosen names, he supposes, by not by much. 'Condiment King' probably qualifies. In comparison, some sort of gender-bending, captured-by-fairies-or-whatever-the-fuck-happened-in-that-story children's story reference is... well, still pretty lousy, frankly, but not unforgivably so. Unfortunately, it's still absolutely unsuitable for a pet, or a stripper, and certainly for what he has in mind for her. Is he going to holler "Rip van Winkle" every time he needs her to heel, or do other things? No. No, he is not.
"Because it can't be understood by a drunk in a club, for one thing," he explains, his tone and expression still softly teasing. "But as I'm quite sober, and we're outside..." He offers a wink. "Well, I suppose I can let it slide. But what say we shorten it down a bit, hm?"
He allows himself another look-over of her features. "I'm thinking 'Vanna.'"
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Still, that look of confusion lingers a few moments longer as she ponders over his 'reasoning' for why her name doesn't 'work'. It's a dumb reason in her opinion and one that she can easily disprove by dragging him to one of the clubs, getting him drunk and proving her point that yes, her name CAN be understood by a drunk in a club.
...Or just get him drunk off the stash of alcohol she keeps in her store. Either works?
"Vanna? Usually, I stick to Rip." Her fingers tap against her hips for a moment. "It iz simple, to zhe point und I can literally tear people limb from limb if I choose to." The teasing isn't lost on her, but, her confusion over his thoughts on her name are still very much there. "Und give me a gun, any gun und my shots never miss. Besides, I zhink being called Rip iz cute."
She pauses a moment then tilts her head slightly. "...Und vhy Vanna?"
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If, of course, the girl can actually deliver the goods.
He's mostly thinking about where he's going to put her – a crate? the bed? one of those orthopedic dog cushion thingies? – and so gives her question a dismissive hand flick as he rattles off the answer. "Well, because 'Rippy' doesn't flow, of course." His tone suggests this should be obvious. "Doesn't roll off the tongue. And I'm damned sure not calling you 'Winkie.'"
Joker slips his hand beneath his jacket. "So that only leaves one other word to work with."
The hand emerges with something that looks an awful lot like a six-shot revolver.
"And 'Vanna' has a little glamor to it, you know." Joker flips the gun in his hand so that he can offer it to her. His voice never misses a beat. "Wheel of Fortune, and all that."
With his other hand, he points to a playing-pretend hound, who's busily humping its owner's leg near a swingset.
"Now: think you can take off that pup's left ass cheek from here?"
Does he bother telling her that the revolver's a joke prop, weighted like the real deal but loaded only with a CLICK CLICK CLICK flag?
Of course he doesn't.
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Which means, either it's new and unloaded. Or it's a prop gun not meant to actually shoot. Rip doesn't even bother questioning as she takes the gun and points it at the target without having to look.
"Wheel of Fortune? Iz zhat some sort of an American zhing?" If it is, she does not understand the reference. But, now that he's explained his reasoning about her name, she hates to admit he does have a point. Rippy sounds childish and Winkle..
...Rip could do without that being shouted at her to gain her attention. "Hm.. Vanna." She keep the gun aimed at the target for a few more moments before quickly stepping closer to him. Seconds later, he might just feel the barrel of the gun under his chin while she smiles. For someone who looks so innocent, the fang filled grin that splits her features wide open add a very terrifying close up of teeth meant to tear flesh apart.
"I zhink I can live vith Vanna." Even if she does not get the reference. "Und hand me a real gun next time. Zhis prop von't shoot a fly. But, I could definitely uze it to impale zomeone through zhe eye."
A moment later, she's back to looking cute and 'innocent' with the gun held out to him, handle first. Can this girl deliver on her claims, yes. She can.
If she chooses too.
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Joker doesn't flinch at the sight of her fangs in his face. Why would he? They're fucking beautiful, giving her a razor-flash of a grin nearly as lovely as his own. Instead, he echoes the smile back to her, his own as billboard-wide as they come.
This is what you call passing the test with flying colors. And oh, won't Bats get a kick out of her?
"Beautiful." He holds her gaze as he takes the gun back, as he makes it vanish beneath the jacket. "Well! All right, then, Vanna. Dear, dear Vanna. Here's what we're going to do."
Then he breaks eye contact, but only so that he can retrieve from his jacket a pocket-sized notebook and a little yellow pencil of the sort found in bowling alleys. "I'm going to give you an address. And in a day or two..." He flips the notebook open as he speaks, and jots down the needed information in the fast, tilting script of a madman. "Whenever those wolf ears of yours start getting itchy..." Joker rips the page from the notebook and offers it to her, along with the handle end of her leash. "You trot on over to see me, like a good girl." And there's his smile once more, hungry and dark. "And we'll see about giving you a scratch."
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againor friends with someone as equally as psychotic as she could be when she's in one of her murderous moods?His equally wide smile didn't help her decide which it was. If anything, he was starting to remind her of a few people she knew back home. That may not be a good thing for her health.
Rip takes the paper when he offers it and her leash. The slip of paper gets tucked into one pocket while the end of her leash gets tucked into another, leaving her with a punk-ish fashion statement of a collar and leash.
Would he still be making the wolf jokes when he realizes Rip can turn into a wolf? "I'll zhink about it."
Who is she kidding? Rip's curious enough to see what he's up to when she gets bored enough. A few moments later and she's walking off. It's about time she got out of the dog park anyway and back to her shop.