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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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"Sure, lemme-"
He froze halfway through lowering the towel. Hold the fuck up. He knew that voice. He dropped the towel and whipped around, and...yeah. There she was. Holy shit.
"Holy shit. Margo."
It was only the cosmo in her hand that prevented him tackling her with a hug. He made a small, aborted movement toward it, then stopped, knowing she probably wouldn't appreciate spilled alcohol.
"Uh." He turned himself around fully, so his feet were on the ground between their chairs. "Sorry, um. Holy shit, hi. It's good to see you. I mean...sorry you're here, but."
The line down Quentin's neck probably did not come as a huge surprise.
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She turns to angle toward him more, holding her glass up in one hand as she takes a long, deliberate drink while he speaks. Always with more words than necessary, stuttered out and awkward. God, she loves this ridiculous man.
She reaches to set the drink down on a little table, standing up, bottle of lotion forgotten, arms immediately going around his neck, pulling herself against his body in a warm and long embrace. Black heels adorn her feet, because of course, even by the pool. She's not planning on swimming, just sunbathing and looking hot.
"Q." Sliding back, bringing both hands to hold over his neck, her face leans in to brush a kiss onto his cheek. "It's good to see you." Settling back a little, no longer making eye contact but remaining close, she looks down over his body, smile perking up for a second until she meets his eyes again.
"Better than home, even if the fuckers shut my power off at first." A sharp inhale and exhale, eyes rolling. "They can't handle someone who's clearly more powerful, they have to cheat and drug us up if we act out. Oh well. Lesson learned. Just gotta be sneakier. Right?" She's been there a matter of days, totally unwilling to not put her unimpressed opinion of the city on verbal blast.
"Oh." She frowns, looking closer at him, drawing a line down her own neck, head shaking as she grimaces. "Sorry, Q. That's shitty. So," she waves to the chair beside where she'd been sitting before returning to her own, sitting on the edge, snatching her Cosmo back up. "Catch me up. Tell me the most important detail of your life here, Q."
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"What's shitty?" he asked, frowning in confusion as he sat down. Her touching her own neck finally clicked. "Oh, this?" He touched where the line ended on his chest. "Well, uh. Um, honestly, it's...I don't think I would like the alternative," he said, sort of trying to be delicate about it although he knew there was no point with Margo. They had had sex once, even if they'd been completely fucked up on emotion magic at the time. (Memories of the night were...piecey, but he remembered eating her out just as enthusiastically as he'd sucked Eliot's dick.) "I mean, you know, I can barely take care of myself, let alone...um, anyway," he said, shaking his head. "Most important detail. Um."
Well. There was only one possible thing to say, wasn't there? "Me and Eliot are getting married. He's, uh, here too, hopefully you've...seen him."
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Taking another drink as he answers her question is a mistake. She spurts pink liquid out in a spray, yanking her towel up from her chair and reaching forward to dab it off, thankfully, just his shoulder and upper arm, teeth showing in a grimace of apology. But she recovers quickly, grinning brightly.
"Get the fuck out!" The towel falls beside her in a pile just as her free hand pushes against one of his knees. "When the hell did that happen? C'mon, Quentin, spill the deets. And, yeah, of course. I saw him outside the weird ass apartment building that shitty limo dropped me off at." Clearly those details are not more important than this news.
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"Um, well, a few months ago there was this, like...well, it was literally an April Fool's joke, they made us believe everyone was getting sent home. Obviously home really fucking sucks right now," he said, gesturing. "And we never, you know. Like, actually got our shit together at home, not really. So then we found out it was all a fakeout and we could just, like, go back to the apartment. And then he was like will you marry me, and then I kinda shoved him off the bed because I was, you know, not emotionally prepared to handle pretty much anything at that point, and we talked and he thought I was saying no for like, three weeks."
Quentin shifted on the seat, pulling his legs up to fold them so he could lean forward, forearms on his knees. "He only figured it out when I brought him to my lawyer friend to write a permanent contract for us, which is also when I found out he thought I was saying no. So, you know. Still great communicators," he said, giving the bisexual finger guns.
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She swirls the liquid in her glass, eyes narrowing as he she becomes privy to the kinds of games the city thinks up. Her smile falters, chest tightening as she tries to hold any negative emotion at bay, expression darkening and jaw tensing: yeah, home is quite a bag of shit for her, too.
Bouncing back, corners of her mouth pursing up in a closed smile, enamored when he shifts back to less wholly depressing details. Neither of them ever gave her any impression they were into one another beyond flirting, past Eliot looking at Quentin like he could eat him up (but what pretty boy does Eliot not turn into some degree of goo over?) Margo hangs onto every word. A blink, for that long length of time that too much had hung like a rain cloud over the two of them.
Her head tilts. Permanent contract. Huh. Interesting.
She breathes in, then sighs aloud, head shaking several times as she takes a slow drink before reaching over to offer it to him. The revelations sound heavy, as they'd occurred, even if they ended up happily. So, she's happy to share her drink, if he wants to cut any edge away.
"Well fuck me sideways, Q." Her eyes dazzle, smile beaming. "Then, you're happy here. Both of you. Really happy." She lets the observations sit between them, hoping she's correct, that they can settle completely. "Leave it to a place that, from what I've gathered, has the potential for an eternal orgy to really make two broody boys wanna settle down."
She wants to press for more, to ask how and when, where and how, they'd ever not gotten their shit together. There's a chasm of info she's not aware of. Quentin is so seamless in how he describes it though, and she makes a mental note to round back to it eventually, maybe with Eliot. If she's going to pry, she knows she can say anything to him.
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"And that you're here," he added. "I'm sure he was so fucking happy to see you."
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Her brows pop. "Of course he was." A wide grin, realizations of the more serious matters she and Eliot spoke about just after her arrival rising up in her mind, though the awareness of that doesn't show on her face. A smugness holding on her features, she takes another sip.
"I don't know how he survived here without me." An honest enough statement, a slight fall of her shoulders, the only indication of deeper emotion she's not showing. But, "We, um. Had to talk about some...timeline shit, you know. I was. Worried he hadn't made it, but. He told me all about what happens."
Another drink, a slight glance away before she draws her attention back to him.
"So this place seems pretty fucked up, Q. What's your honest opinion about it?" Deflecting to this question, not wanting to trudge up past memories or details Eliot has revealed to her about Quentin's fate.
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"I mean, I have a lot of opinions about it," he hedged, chewing on the edge of his thumb. "If you're talking about, like, how to not get in trouble or whatever? Pretty simple. Pay attention to the law and be aware of where you can and can't break it. Like, for you, don't do any obviously submissive shit in public, but if you're in a place owned by LIERs and there's any kind of private area, you're probably fine there. Don't try to openly have a relationship with another dominant, but when you're in your house you're in your house. That kind of thing."
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"Really? They're that big brother on us? You've seen the kinda shit they do if we're not..." another roll of those big doe eyes, "behaving? You'd think they'd want people to be deplorable here. Guess maybe just in the raunchy way, huh? So I can't go around fucking anyone who's consenting, no other Doms? Jesus. That's...stupid."
Obvious observations brought to you by Margo!
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"Gross. Very presumptive of them. So, compendium of walking knowledge for everything I might need to know about this place," said lovingly, warmly, genuinely appreciatively as her smile returns, "anything noteworthy you've seen them do if, say, someone were to hypothetically, go against those dynamics?"
Another sip of her drink. She could guess, knows how harsh punishments can be in strict governing bodies, but it's just easier to ask Quentin directly.
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"But, um, it can also be...you know. The harder shit. Having to hurt someone in a way they don't like, maybe," Quentin said. He'd never been subjected to that type of realignment, but the threat of it hung over him. Not even for himself -- there were things he didn't like, but he was sure he could take most of them if he knew the issue was being forced. Eliot would not be able to take having to do them, though.
how about we fade and assume they were small talk cuties after this!
Her lips purse to the side when he includes the next obvious phrase. Harder, more painful, shit. "This place doesn't really strike me as being ran by people who give a fuck about respecting safewords, either." A long breath in and out. "But hopefully most of the people who get spirited away here do."