duplicitymemes | TDM #31

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TDM #31

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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.

» » » ALL ABOARD

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.

« « « DEEP END

(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.

» » » CREAMSICLE

(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:

Rainbow popsicle - feel the urge to engage in a random kink

Cherry or strawberry popsicle - tell someone about a sexual desire

Grape popsicle - blurt out something embarrassing (but not necessarily sexual)

Ice cream sandwich - temporarily imprint on/feel an intense bond with someone of opposite designation (whoever one sees first)

Vanilla soft serve - enhances desire to serve or be serviced (depending on if one's designation is Sub or Dom)

Chocolate soft serve - enhances sadistic or masochistic tendencies

Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro!

« « « NEW TRICKS

(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.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

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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Every sound from Stede's lips stokes the fire that much higher in Edward's belly. He can't remember a time he's felt this keyed up with dizzying need. Probably never. Horny, sure. This isn't that. This is a man who feels like he may die right now if he doesn't have Stede's lips on his, their bodies pressed together. No other man will do, either. Stede id the only antidote for whatever poison Edward's ingested.

Teeth rake over Stede's lower lip, however once Stede has them squeezed together and rolls his hips, Edward gasps against his mouth, a choked-off sound following. His forehead bunts into Stede's as his hand slides between them and wraps around them both himself, rolling his own hips up to feel more electrifying friction.

Stede has no idea what fever has worked its way into their systems—Ed's in particular—but he doesn't mind it in the slightest. Not with their hands working them both into a mutual frenzy, fingers and palms knocking into each other as they touch themselves and each other.

He leans his forehead back against Ed's and looks down between them, gasping and very nearly whining at the sight.

"God, Ed..."

He whispers it, the sound of Ed's name on his lips feeling so right he says it again. And again, the urgency increasing each time. He's so close.

Stede's voice panting his name like that goes straight to Ed's dick, which twitches and throbs in their joint grasp. Overwhelming enough to not even realize he's whimpering Stede's name too as his hips keep grinding forward, frenzied in their need.

He can feel himself on the precipice as well, and while normally Edward might be a touch embarrassed to come so soon, the aphrodisiacs in his system are working overtime and telling him to chase his pleasure to its brink. His hand squeezes at them a hair tighter, hips fucking into their palms and up against Stede's dick, the pleasure building and building and building, still. His head tips up so that he can kiss Stede again, press his tongue past his lips, and moan into his mouth as that building pleasure finally snaps and sends Edward's hips stuttering forward through his orgasm.

Stede groans into Ed’s mouth, feeling it the moment the other man comes: The way the rhythm of Ed’s hips shifts. The spend in his palm. The kiss, hot as sin. He doesn’t stand a chance after that, not really. The simple fact that he’d made Ed come is probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He’s hitting his peak just seconds later, body shuddering, the kiss and the rolling of his hips not stopping as the pleasure washes over him. They both just slow down, shifting from desperate to gentle.

Finally, eventually, he's sitting still in Ed's lap and has to lean away to catch his breath, still too lost in a post-orgasmic haze to remember just yet that they’d been fighting. He looks at Ed with a gentle, fond warmth. Just like he had before, something he can’t say out loud there in his eyes.

Edward feels thoroughly spent from their activities, eyes heavy and his breathing trying to regulate itself. He looks up at Stede, the dawning realization of what they'd done washing over him, but the moment his eyes meet Stede's and absorb the way he's being looked at, he breaks, his eyes looking as smitten as they do wet. He absolutely can't look away.

Edward is so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him, but like hell is Stede going to avert his gaze and miss a moment.

“Ed.”

He has no reason to say it, and nothing to add. He just loves the sound of his name on his lips. Loves looking at him, touching him, being around him. He loves—

Well. Might be too early for that yet. And then there’s the rest of it, a whole avalanche of complicated feelings ready to bear down on them at any moment. Instead of acknowledging that though, Stede leans in to press a chaste, gentle kiss to Edward’s lips. That will have to do for now.

Stede's voice wraps around him like a warm blanket. Even if it's only his name, it's soothing to his ears and held as something precious, as precious as the press of Stede's lips to his own.

It's lovely and wonderful but something low in his gut feels uneasy, like this was too much too fast, like he's back in again and could have serious harm done to him the moment he acknowledges that this was real.

Maybe it's better to think that it wasn't. This is a dream and he'll wake up in a cold sweat at any moment, sprawled out on the floor of his cabin as empty bottles of liquor roll across the floor and clang softly against him. Face swollen from crying himself to sleep the night before, head pounding. Miserable. Alone. The dream a mere distraction.

If it is a dream, he may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He presses forward, forehead bunting against Stede's and holding him tight, his breath shaky.

Stede holds Ed like that for an indeterminate amount of time, unable and unwilling to let go. Reality is starting to trickle back in, his chest a complicated riot of emotions, but even then he's loathe to break whatever spell has settled over them. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. If he can just stay close to Ed like this, stay in his orbit until he demands otherwise... he'll do that until he can't anymore.

There is one thing that needs seeing to though, and he nuzzles his nose against Ed's before speaking, low and soft.

"We should clean up, hm?" He pulls away just a bit, brushing some of Ed's hair behind his ear. "I can run us a bath."

This was all so fast, and every emotion is heightened and raw. It's overwhelming, and all Edward can think of to do is cry. This just wasn't the sort of reunion he had hoped for.

And then Stede offers to run them a bath, running fingers through his hair. A gesture so soft that Edward can't help but feel his heart throb over, and it scares him all the same. He's so terribly in love with Stede that he knows how bad this would hurt if it all went sour again. It would almost be easier to say no, but despite Edward's best efforts to self-sabotage he can't help but be drawn into Stede's orbit.

So instead, he nods, his big wet eyes glistening.

Stede's heart fractures at the sight of tears in Ed's eyes. He wants to ask what's wrong, but doesn't he know that already? Or the gist of it at least. This had been intense. All of it, from start to finish. And they do need to talk about it, but not until they've both had a moment to breathe.

"I'll be right back," he promises, kissing Ed once more before slipping out of his embrace. And he makes good on the promise—the bathroom isn't that hard to find, and he's used to the miracle that is modern plumbing by now. He gets a bath going and sets out towels for them both before returning to fetch Ed.

"There wasn't much in the way of oils or salts," he admits as he reenters the room. "But we'll make do."

"Okay..." Edward breathes quietly, letting Stede slip from his fingertips and off into his washroom. He doesn't move, just curls up again on the oversized sofa, hugging his own knees. He feels so vulnerable, which is odd he thinks, but this is far from the first time he'd imagined with Stede Bonnet. Given the way this place seems to point everyone toward sex, it was bound to happen eventually, he'd just have liked for it to have been entirely his idea, not influenced by something in his system.

He startles slightly when Stede reenters the room, wiping his face and pushing himself to stand, still awkward and naked as he moves closer.

"I haven't... I mean, I don't know where to begin for supply runs..." he answers. Small talk. Wow. Is this really the best he can do?

"I can help you with that. In the future, that is. If you want." Stede isn't immune to the ensuing awkwardness any more than Ed is, but damn if he'll let that chase him off now. Whatever had just happened, whatever the reason for it, he's not running away anymore. Not unless Edward tells him to leave, his own insecurities be damned.

"But we'll be fine for today." He walks closer, resting a hand gently on Ed's shoulder. He looks like he could use the steadying touch. "Come on. It should be just about full by now."

Once again, Stede's words seem to be a cool balm to Edward's emotions. He forces a smile, however small, then follows Stede inside. If he's offering his help, Edward isn't going to turn him down. He's certainly not going to if it prolongs their time together in any way.

The steaming bath is alluring to say the least. Filled and hot in record time, no less, seemingly without a heat source beneath it to bring the water to temperature. There is so much about this world that Edward will never get used to. He hesitates slightly before stepping into it, gasping as the hot water stings his feet and legs and sobers him a bit. He doesn't sit yet, instead offering Stede a hand to join him.

Stede hadn't been sure whether or not he'd be joining Ed in the tub. He'd certainly wanted it himself. That was no question. Whether Ed would, though...

But there's a hand being extended his way, and Stede takes it without a second's hesitation.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he says as his own feet sink into the water, eliciting a little pleased hum out of him. "Hot water on demand. No idea how it works, but it always does." He starts to sit, his hand still in Ed's. It will likely stay there until Ed or necessity dictates otherwise.

As Stede begins to sit, Edward lowers himself with him as if it had been choreographed. Then again, he's always in sync with Stede, even when he's not.

The water stings at his body as he sits, and he can feel instant relief in his joints as the warmth envelopes them in a way he's certain he's never experienced. Or perhaps it's just been that long. He can't help the groan that leaves him then, especially as he gives in and leans back against the wall of the tub with a slow exhale.

"Fucking miraculous." he sighs, not letting go of Stede's hand, either.

It would be a lot more practical for him to let go, at least to get started with the business of cleaning them both up. It's a good thing, then, that Stede isn't known for his practicality. He keeps his hand in Edward's, leaning back himself and watching him finally start to relax. This is more akin to the Edward he knows.

"It is," he says softly. He gives it a moment, letting them both adjust to the water before asking:

"Are you alright? That was... intense."

Stede's question snaps Edward bacj to the present, the reality of their situation. His expression shifts confusingly between several emotions, not one of them landing for more than a few milliseconds. He can feel that tightness in his throat all over again, and heavily desires something to hide beneath.

"I'm-- " he starts to answer, but can't seem to spit out the word fine. It ends instead with an ugly exhale, a sharp breath following that could be the beginning of another fit. He curls into himself more, his hand slipping out of Stede's in the process.

"This is so fucked up."

Stede reaches out after Ed's hand before he can stop himself, but he thankfully doesn't get so far as to grab it again. Edward clearly needs space--at least as much as he can get while sharing a tub with someone. He pulls his arm back to himself and watches Ed, concerned and unsure of how to help without making things worse. There's also a part of him that's stung by those words, even as he recognizes the innate truth of them.

"I know. I'm sorry. I... I'm not sure what happened there, but the city is... well. It's good at taking base desires and bringing them to the fore. Makes everything more intense." And things had been plenty intense for them both already.

He frankly could have. When Edward withdraws into himself, he loves when Stede reaches out. It's something that sets him apart from others. Edward has curled into a little ball, his face in his own knees, arms tugged around himself, but his voice manages to be clear.

"Not you---" he mutters without looking up. "Just... everything." he admits. Teleporting to another world, for starters. All the weird technology. The societal structure. Least of all their reunion. That's about the least fucked up thing that's happened. It's given him hope. A reason to be fucking alive, if he's honest.

The sex was rushed, sure. The intensity super weird. But he doesn't fully regret it. Not as long as Stede is beside him and showing him kindness.

Stede vividly remembers what it was like when he first arrived. It wasn't that long ago after all: The uncertainty. The anger. The sadness and confusion. His heart aches for Ed and what he's going through, on top of what Stede put him through, and he hasn't any idea how to even start repairing the damage.

A minute ticks by in silence before Stede stretches out a leg, nudging his foot against one of Ed's. He's still too unsure to reach out properly, or to pull Ed into his arms like he really wants to. But this bit of contact, he thinks, should be alright.

"It's not all bad. I know it's hard to believe that, when it's all new. Just give yourself time. I'll be here to help, if you want me to be."

The foot that nudges his own is enough to stir Edward from his self-pity ball. His head lifts slowly, body still curled in on itself, his eyes fixing on Stede across the bath. It doesn't happen immediately, but his own foot does slide to the side, until the length of it is flush against Stede's. Edward otherwise doesn't move, still paralyzed by everything that's transpired.

"You can honestly say that? Even when they make you wear a fucking leash?" he mutters in disbelief.

"I'm certainly no fan of that," he admits, tone dripping with distaste for that particular social norm. "There's plenty of things I don't like. We'd be here until the water gets cold if I was going to regale you with all of them, but... there's the odd bit of silver lining thrown in, too. It doesn't make up for all the rest. But it's something."

Edward frowns as Stede answers, that pesky gut instinct of his to protect Stede from harm kicking in. It's strong enough that his leg slides forward against Stede's, leaving Edward less closed-off than he had been.

"Tell me about the silver lining." he mutters, just to keep Stede talking. To give Edward some sort of comfort, not just in knowledge of what good may come, but the simple sound of the other man’s voice.

Stede's gaze snaps up at the feel of Ed's leg against his own, eyes lit up with a not insubstantial spark of hope. It's not much, that overture from Ed. But it's something. That means the world to him right now.

"Well. There's this, to start." He runs his fingers through the water, pressing his leg back against Ed's without even an ounce of subtlety. "The technology is astounding. And then there's the people—not the locals, they're awful actually—but the rest like us. They come from everywhere you can imagine, and then places you simply never could. Different worlds, Ed. The stories you'll hear."

He sounds a little bit in awe when he says that, but not quite as much as when he says the next thing.

"And no one cares here, seeing men out together. I even... I talked to a gentleman who was getting married. To another man. And it's not even a thing. No one thinks twice about it."

The way Stede presses into him is comforting, really. Edward feeds into it, opening himself up a little more with each new touch until he's managed to retire the impression of a turtle he'd been doing and embrace his situation a bit more comfortably.

Stede talking helps. Not just his voice, but the pleasant things in store for him. Stede's awe and the way he says the word married nearly makes Edward sigh wistfully in response, but he manages to hold it together.

"It's not a thing at home, either." he mutters stubbornly, "At least, not out at sea..." Not where pirates are concerned, he means.

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Should we wrap this one up here? The two of them mutually pining

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