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TDM #32
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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. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The weather is cooling as summer turns to autumn and the sky is overcast more often than not. |
 (cw: optional pony play elements) The usual train tour after Orientation showcasing important city landmarks has been canceled and replaced with a walking tour, at least for the half of the tour that winds through the Up. Not only that, but Submissives will be required to carry Dominants the whole way, either on their own backs or in sedan chairs or litters.* It's a visceral lesson in accepting and understanding their role, whether that's to direct or serve, guide or support. (*Accessories such as harnesses and tail plugs may be provided for some Submissives either at a Dominant's request or the whim of LIEs staff.) This portion of the tour will conclude at the train station that connects to the Down, where LIERs will finally be allowed to board the train and take a rest as they continue onward to the less impressive sights of Red Wall Bridge and South Park. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. 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. 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, random kink compulsion) As they're walking down the street, characters may spot some fliers for job skill classes or even be pulled aside and invited to attend one by an earnest spokesperson. These classes are advertised as equipping characters with "useful" skills that will either improve their quality of life or help them find stable employment. Whether that's actually true is questionable. The address they'll be directed to is a random building in the Down that seems to be a repurposed storefront. There are three subjects being offered currently. At bartending class, characters will be provided with a variety of liquors, mixers, shakers, glasses, and garnishes. A few simple drink recipes are written on a chalkboard to give them a starting point, but they are also encouraged to play around, mix and match and create their own concoctions, and taste test each other's as well. Some of the drink components contain aphrodisiacs, ranging from a basic arousal booster to more targeted tinctures that stimulate desires for specific activities. These effects can stack and combine or even conflict. Drink responsibly (or don't)! The hospitality class is geared toward setting a mood or scene and seems to mainly involve things like lighting candles and incense, running a bath with scented oils, bubbles, and foaming salts, and spreading rose petals artfully over a freshly turned down bed. Once everything is in place, they'll be urged to try it for themselves — get in that bath, roll around on that bed or have someone tuck them in. How else will they know if they've done a good job? And if they're feeling frisky from the fumes or the bath products, it just makes for a better test. The third class is flower arranging and characters are given vases, shears for trimming, and a selection of flower cuttings of different sizes, colors, and species. They're instructed to follow their intuition and use whichever flowers they like to create a well-balanced arrangement. The thing is, some of these flowers have pollen with aphrodisiac effects. Other flowers have petals that, when handled with bare hands, secrete an aphrodisiac that's absorbed through the skin. Like the drinks, these effects range from the generic to the specific and can combine in complementary or conflicting ways. Think you're arranging a bouquet that symbolizes pure friendship or everlasting love? It might actually inspire a latex-wearing tickle orgy. In each of the classes there are people discreetly taking video and photographs. If they ask about it, characters will be told that the footage is for promotional materials. |
 (cw: altered mental states and changes in perception, compulsion) The light in the old lighthouse at the north end of Chicanery Beach must never go out, so the locals say, but the fuel that keeps the fire burning hasn't been replenished properly in a while. As usual, Duplicity natives are hesitant to go near the beach, but this important maintenance is still deemed essential. The solution, at least this time around, seems to be putting the latest batch of LIERs (as well as any others foolish enough to volunteer or unlucky enough to be recruited) up to the task of visiting the lighthouse in teams or pairs to feed the flames. Working in shifts and armed with canisters of fuel, the lamp is to be filled every evening and the fresnel lens carefully polished. It's a simple enough task. However, some of the fuel has been tampered with and, if examined, smells somewhat off. What this means is that in some cases, when the contaminated fuel is added, the flame temporarily changes color and those in close proximity experience odd effects. If the flame turns blue, characters will feel compelled to share a truth about themselves that they wouldn't normally admit — at least, not to this person. If the flame turns green, they will feel argumentative and inclined to pick a fight. If the flame turns purple, it induces a desire for physical sensation — any sensation. It also scrambles characters' perception of what it is they're feeling. Everything they touch is inexplicably painful or pleasurable, hot or cold, smooth or sticky, soft or sharp, etc. The effects last for as long as the flame burns that color, which can be anywhere from a few minutes to several hours. People who approach the lighthouse or try to investigate from the outside while these changes of color occur may find themselves lost on the beach for up to six hours. |
 (cw: pornography, aphrodisiacs, public sex) The city is putting on a free movie night in North Park with a big projector screen, encouraging citizens and LIERs alike to spread out a blanket and cuddle up close to watch the films. It's a double feature! The first film of the evening is relatively "family friendly" but it's dripping in propaganda with a heavy pro-Creator bias and an emphasis on traditional Duplicity values. The second film, beginning well after dark, is more erotic and adult in nature (and frankly just straight up pornographic). Concession stands are serving popcorn and other movie snacks, along with seasonal drinks like cider and hot cocoa, available during the hour before the showing and throughout the runtime of both films. As is common in Duplicity, many of the concessions are laced with an extra special ingredient that lowers inhibitions and dramatically increases libido. Those who consume the refreshments may want to pull their blankets up over themselves and engage in some stealthy fondling, or maybe they're feeling bold enough to get handsy right out in the open. It's dark, after all, and everyone else is watching the movie. Or are they? |
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 more afraid of tangible things (such as spiders, snakes, or clowns), they are a Dominant. If your character is more afraid of intangible things (such as intimacy, rejection, or change), 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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Starting to feel the effects of a blossoming headache and swirling of alcohol, Yosano leans in close to Dazai, hair falling to tickle his face, panting a little from the tussle.
She lightly chuckles, "Hm, I told you. Not assertive enough."
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“I’ll prove it… some other time.” The fool murmurs, still finding it hard to catch his breath. It probably didn’t help that he tilts his head back slightly, to allow her fingers to press harder into his neck - and to lean in just a bit more, enough that it made it look almost like he was going to press his lips to hers.
Instead, he just murmurs, “Besides. I know how much you like to win~”
“Wouldn’t it be rude to make you suffer an oh so terrible loss after so long away from home?” There’s that dumb smirk again.
Other students in the class were probably starting to stare. The photographers, probably snapping pictures. Did he care? Not really.
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"Hm, I think you're an idiot." She chuckles. The fool always so flirty and charming, and impossible for Yosano to resist. He is right though, the comfort found in their playful bullying and she is thankful for how easily he can slip into the role.
She glances down at his lips for a moment, then back to his eyes. The fingers around his neck rubbing and playing at the bandages. She has forgotten about the crowd, other students in the room. Her homesick heart lurching with his touch, and she stares at him for a moment more before she is kissing him.
Capturing his lips, smearing blood on them, tilting her head to slot in-between his. She is arching into him, squeezing her thighs around Dazai, a little desperate for familiar touch; elated and excited he is here.
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He could, couldn’t he?
Dazai’s free hand moves up, cradling her cheek carefully, his touch softer there than when he grabbed her wrist to slam it down against the bench above her head. It’s by no means careful, however. Yosano wasn’t fragile; far from it. His palm slips further along her jaw, allowing his fingers to tangle in her hair.
The arm around her waist keeps her there, almost possessively. Not that Dazai was possessive over Yosano, more… allowing her to be sucked into the same cycle, the same touch, the same feelings, all to remind her that now, she wasn’t alone here, without a single person to call home.
Even when air begins to become an issue, Dazai hesitates to pull away, enjoying the moment to the fullest. Only when his chest began to hurt did he pull back from the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers briefly, his eyes still shut.
“Is this how you treat every idiot in your life, Yosano?” Dazai murmurs, before using that hand that has her hair clutched in it to tug her head back in one swift, harsh movement, allowing the fool to lean in and press his lips against her skin, hungrily.
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When his lips pull back, Yosano stills for a moment, letting their breath intermingle, and drawls, "Hm, only suicidal ones." All too familiar and comfortable with Dazai's twisted nature, leaning into it easier than most. She lets out a soft moan when he tugs her head back, the strain against her strands, pinching against her scalp. Tilting her head to allow him more access to her throat, shivering when his cool wet lips press into her skin, squirming in his hold.
Her free hand falls to his hip, sliding underneath his shirt and pressing painfully into his hip bone, kneading the skin, before it glides lower between her legs and down his abdomen. Grasping at his cock from over the fabric, fingers finding its outline and kneading her palm into him. She's spent far too long alone, left to her own devices, to wait all that long.
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His fingers shift against the back of her head, his focus completely on her neck, her jaw, her collarbone. Lips part, teeth bite down on her soft skin, as her hand begins to grasp at his cock, palm kneading into him. A soft groan escapes the man against her throat, hips involuntarily shifting up into her touch. Needless to say, he was already half-erect by the time her hand slipped down there - a clear sign of his desire.
He wouldn’t be letting her go without leaving a mark or two on her neck. He carefully kisses, bites, sucks, until he finds one of the spots he knows will drive her a little crazy. Then, he spends extra time, his bite harder. So close to breaking skin.
Meanwhile, the hand that found itself holding her against him slowly moves down, soon gripping her hip.
Pulling back from her neck, leaving a small trail of saliva in his wake, he admires his handiwork for a brief moment, as he tries to catch his breath.
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As he bites down on her collar-bone, Yosano hisses, eyes falling closed to relish the thrill of such pain, before, with rushed fervour, Yosano is pulling down at the zipper of Dazai's slack—ripping off his clothes would take too long—, slipping her hand in and grasping his cock, thumb teasing his tip, kneading with firm circular movements, and sliding back his foreskin.
She rests her forehead on Dazai's, as he catches his breath, chuckling into his mouth, "Hm, I have missed you." Opening her eyes, lust swirling in her deep purple eyes with absolutely no care for the mess and blatant show they were giving everyone else in the room.
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Needily, his hips shift, his cock pressing towards her hand, trying to get more than the tease, more of her touch. His own hand shifts to move down under her skirt, fingers wasting no time in pushing her underwear out of the way--a similar thought to her, taking them off would take too long. His middle finger is the first to press against her, teasing her clit with a similar circular momentum to match her own thumb against him.
"One hell of a way to make up for lost time," Dazai murmurs, keeping his voice low, a small snicker escaping him. "Not that I'm complaining."
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She doesn't tease him all too long, fingers wrapping around his shaft, sliding her hand up and down his cock in slow pointed motions, up to his tip where she smeared his pre-cum back down over him, as his hips rise up to meet her. Dazai is right, making up for lost time. She didn't want to wait, she's already missed her home for too long, greedily taking anything to remind her of it.
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“Fuck-“ He gasps out, both from the blossoming pain of the bite and the way her hand worked up his shaft with a purpose.
“I don’t want to wait much longer,” Dazai murmurs, hand moving up from her hip to grab her chin, forcing her to look down at him, while his finger shifts inside of her, trying to hit those spots he knew so well. “I want you.” It’s not quite a demand, yet not quite a whine. Uniquely Dazai’s own tone, a mix between desperation and a desire to be at least a little bit in control.
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But his words do twist at her abdomen. The sly fool he is, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist him. She wants him too, more than she'll ever say or let on, even in her desperation.
With a groan of defeat, Yosano shifts his cock up to press at her entrance. Sticky and wet, teasing him there for a moment before she's guiding him into her. And her eyes fall closed, biting her lip at the satisfaction and desire as his tip opens her up around him.
And, yanking Dazai by the neck, she pulls him up to her so they might be sitting, as she takes him in.
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As much as the detective wanted to say he could see through her, to see how much she wanted him as he wanted her, his mind was drawing a blank, clouded by lust.
Finally, his tip presses against her entrance, spreading her as she takes him in. There’s almost a shift, a momentary desire to try pushing his hips up to meet hers, to avoid the short wait. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He gasps out as he’s pulled to sit up.
Both of his hands grip her hips, thumbs pressing against her. He doesn’t wait to pull her down into his lap with his hands, forcing her down faster than he might’ve gotten on her own. Tilting his head towards one side, he seems to look her over, to admire the way she bit her lip, the way she reacted to him entering her fully, savoring every second.
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As she pulls him up to her, smacking into his chest, Yosano encircles him with an arm over his shoulder, gripping tight, like she is to dig her claws in and refuse to let him go. As if to confirm this is real, and her lonely fractured heart can spill into his.
Then there's the bruising grip at her hips, slamming her down onto him. She shudders, biting back a moan, noticing his eyes soaking her in, committing her to memory. Even before being whisked away to Duplicity, Yosano hadn't seen the fool for quite some time. Locked away in prison, and her hiding as a terrorist. But they're here and alive and it is all Yosano could really ask for.
Her hand reaches to entangle in his hair, turning into him to capture his lips again as she rocks against him, sliding against the fullness of his cock in her. Her thighs tightening around his hips as the lewd sounds of their panting and wet friction fill the room.
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Yosano showed that need to confirm reality by digging her nails into him, by holding him so close that, even if they were giving the whole room a show, there was another layer, hidden only for the two of them.
There wasn't enough time for him to comment, to murmur anything to her, before his lips were captured again. His head tilts up to meet hers, eyes slipping shut to savor the feeling, to savor her taste. Moaning against her lips, his desires lead the way -- his hands pull her up, matching the rocking of her own hips, to slam her back down onto him without hesitation. They didn't have time to waste.
When the kiss breaks, he presses his forehead to hers. "Hey."
"Yosano," He pants out, eyes opening slightly to look at her. His hands slip off her hips, one arm moving to hold her close by her waist, the other hand moving up under her shirt, against the skin of her back, as if to feel that she, too, was real. "..."
"It's good to see you again." One sappy statement would be enough for the next thousand years, he's sure.
cw; suicidal ideation
She pauses, before a sweet little smile lifts her features, eye closing as she beams at him. The Doctor might not be one for words, very few of them at the most, but she can mostly be understood through her expressions and actions. His reassurance, a landing place for the Doctor to feel at home again. The slipping she'd been experiencing, off the edge, without a proper place to justify living in, halts it downfall with his honeyed words and hands encircling her, leaving hot trails on her skin in its wake.
Gripping his hair tighter, nails scratching his scalp, pulling tight the strands, Yosano rocks into him, rubbing her clit into their clothes, a shuddering breath leaving her. She arches her chest into Dazai as his hand explores her back, and her thighs shake when her pace shifts, faster, rougher, sliding his cock out to his tip before taking him in again. Who knew such quick and desperate sex could feel this intense, as euphoric pleasure spreads tingles through her arms and a fire through her abdomen. Suddenly wishing they were somewhere else, so she can rip off his clothes and explores him slowly, properly.
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No matter how comfortable he was, he moved the hand from around her waist, bringing it down under her skirt as her pace quickens, as her clit rubs into their clothes. His hand grips her thigh, thumb pressing against her clit as she moves, getting a steady rhythm moving along with her.
His opposite hand presses against her back, between her shoulders, urging her to stay close. His nails dig into her skin, his hips beginning to shift in pace with hers, trying to match her rhythm. A ragged breath leaves him, a small murmur of her name-- he's getting close, already. "God." Dazai leans his head in, resting his cheek against her shoulder.
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And she shivers against Dazai as his hand squeezes her thigh. Touch electric when it finds her clit, coaxing out a long breathy moan in his ear. Her grinding against him, a practiced seamless rhythm, and his nails digging into her back, pushing her breasts against his chest while she moved. Even with all their clothes on, the friction and closeness of their bodies is overwhelming.
The soft smacking and lewd slipping of their arousal, mixing in with their panting and moaning, is echoing around the room. And Yosano's mind is on nothing but how his cock feels inside her, deep and full, hitting again and again her sensitive spot. Making her tighter, more wound up, muscles tensing around him until she gasps. Legs buckling as she climaxes, clenching around Dazai like a lifeline and spasming over him as euphoric release settles over her.
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Her breathy moan in his ear was part of that, was something he wanted to remember.
It wasn’t long before he’s unable to think about much more aside from how she feels around him, his nails digging in even harder against her back as he got closer to release. Her legs tighten around him, hand on her thigh holding her close, keeping her there, keeping her full of him. Her walls spasm around his cock, causing him to groan as he, too, reaches climax.
His thumb moves away from her clit, instead pressing gentle circular motions against her inner thigh, keeping her close against him. His nails ease up against her back, fingers instead carefully caressing the spot right between her shoulder blades. Realization was starting to hit—
They’re being watched. How could they not be? Dazai’s face begins to burn with embarrassment. As much of a flirt as he was, exhibitionism was still new to him. Not something he disliked, just… very new.
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And what settles over Yosano is euphoric comfort, melting into Dazai, panting hard into his shoulder. Enjoying his hold on her, and the promised comfort of home. But then she is perking up, glancing over her shoulder to any who may be watching... and the whole class is—completely enraptured by their display. However, Yosano throws them a scowl, dripping with murderous intent, and they are all glancing away, suddenly busy and tripping stupidly over each other.
Yosano turns back to Dazai then, a playful smirk flittering her lips as she presses her face into his throat, feeling him burning up, "Hm, what's this?" She drawls into his ear, and pulls back to inspect his terribly hidden bashfulness, a chuckle bubbling up her throat, "You'll get used to it."
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Dazai was not openly a Romantic, unless he was trying to pick up some person he was interested in. Hell, he might cuddle up after a night where they end up in her room in her office, but he sure as fuck wouldn't do that in front of a group of people, where his emotions would be seen, perceived.
It felt wrong, though, to pull back after so long of being apart.
His face only gets more red as she inspects his bashfulness, causing the man himself to hide his face against her shoulder. "Shut up." He groans, shaking his head. "A whole room of people saw us fight and fuck, how can you be so calm?" The embarrassed detective grumbles against her.
"...."
"I need another drink."
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However, between the two of them, it's a little different. Because their often fleeting intimate moments are wrapped up in care and comfort for the other. And having never considered the possibility of allowing herself such affection when she can barely reconcile being alive, Yosano is quick to soak up as much as she can. No matter the vulnerability of it all. Greedy, despite the nagging feeling she doesn't deserve it.
So, Yosano doesn't care if others see, because she is otherwise starved of such tenderness. However, Dazai's reddening expression is all quite amusing to the Doctor, who never gets to see him quite so flustered, "Hm, I have quite a bit a practice." She merely replies with an innocent smile.
"...Let's get you a drink then. Somewhere other than here." She hums. There will be plenty of time for private intimacy, without watchful eyes, and she wants to celebrate his arrival for as long as possible.