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TDM #32

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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.

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.

» » » ALL ABOARD

(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.

« « « THINK OF YOUR FUTURE

(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.

» » » MOTHS TO THE FLAME

(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.

« « « DOUBLE FEATURE

(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?

» » » 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 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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Cater can't help laughing at that, a bit of a bounce in his step. "Keep the compliments coming and I'll show you plenty more where that came from--I'm super easy."

And by easy, he means easy. Shallow flattery is definitely the way to this boy's good books.

"You do know that it can be dangerous...to be so easy, no?"

There's that dangerous glint in Sleipnir's gaze again as he regards Cater. Does he want more popcorn or something else? Honestly he's not sure.

"A pretty thing such as yourself would do good to watch your words. There could be predators about."

Edited 2023-10-23 01:09 (UTC)

Cater's own smile doesn't fall at the way that the other man's expression seems to change. If anything, he looks more full of anticipation. "I hope there are," he says almost too casually. "It wouldn't be half as much fun if I wasn't in a little bit of danger."

Ah. So he's one of those types. Cater's answer has Sleipnir chuckling under his breath, smile widening as his eyelids lower, long white lashes daring to brush against his cheeks as he blinks down at him.

"Is that what you enjoy?"

Ugh, he's so pretty. He's so fine. Cater's definitely feeling a bit more hot now, and this time it's definitely not from unwanted questions. "I enjoy a lot of things. Being preyed upon can be exhilarating, from time to time."

"I've been told I can be quite an animal from time to time..." There he is again, laughing to himself. Look, he can enjoy his own inside joke okay. "It would be rude of me though, to be forward when we've only just made one another's acquaintance."

"No way. In this place? Rude is straight up grabbing without permission. But if you don't wanna be that guy, I will."

He's shameless enough, and they're definitely flirting, now, so...

"Wanna get to know each other without clothes on?"

And here he was the one thinking he was the dangerous one. How funny. Talk about brazen confidence.

"Well, well...I suppose that depends. It is a bit chilly to fully strip out here..."

Cater laughs, being even more brazen by putting away his phone so he can shift the popcorn bag to his other arm and slide his hand into his companion's elbow. "Don't tell me you're scared of a little chill, after all that talk. We'll just find a cozy space to warm each other up!"

When was the last time someone dare touch him that wasn't his king? Someone who wasn't actively trying to kill him?

"Scared? Hardly. If you know of a spot...lead the way."

He might as well see where this goes. He's been baited and, well, kudos to Cater for it. It's not like the popcorn's hasn't left him feeling a bit rowdy as well.

"Perfect! In that case, leave it to Cay-Cay!"

Except, as he starts to lead them toward the closest hotel he can think of, he frowns to himself. With Idia currently MIA...and the rules being more strict...the Up isn't likely to be particularly lenient on them. He clicks his tongue, frowning as his pace slows once more.

"Actually, we might be in a bit of a bind. The officials have gotten a bit more, ah, unforgiving around here, lately. We probably won't be able to get in anywhere around here without a Dominant escorting us." Not wanting to be negative, though, Cater flashes another smile and winks, joking, "don't mind roughing it, do you?"

Roughing it huh? Again he stifles a laugh.

"Not at all. I am not so delicate that I need lavish accommodations, just entertaining company."

He's slept in grime and filth before, in squalor alongside his king when they had both had nothing to either of their names. Sleipnir may enjoy creature comforts but he's not picky either.

"You can promise to be entertaining, yes? Ah, and I suppose you will want to be prepared...for certain activities."

OMG. When Cater's joke, or half-joke at least, leads to such a serious answer he feels his face flush hotter. "If there's nothing else I can promise, I can absolutely promise good to put on a good show."

Damn...now this hot little performer has to think fast. Where can they go...

"I am also always prepared for anything to happen when I meet up with someone in this city. Let's see...we can find a secluded place in the park, or an alley between buildings, or one of the clubs run by other LIERs...the woods outside the city, I guess."

What a rowdy little slut of a human.

"The woods sound promising...unless you rather any of the other options you've proposed?"

Look he's a horse, even if Cater doesn't know that, and ultimately it's nice to be out in nature. Nothing wrong with getting down and dirty amongst the trees as far as Sleipnir's concerned.

"What do you say?"

"I say...sounds like we've got ourselves a plan!"

Having gotten fucked in a gigantic mud pit, basically, Cater can't say he's all that squeamish about getting messy in a more literal sense. What're a couple scraped knees and a huge need for a shower to some amazing memories? As the aphrodisiac laced in the popcorn works him up further, it sounds like a better and better idea.

Can't get much more private than outside the city, right? Excited, he all but tugs Sleipnir along with him, steps light and springy.

He allows himself to be dragged along, quickly falling into stride, long legs moving at the right pace so as to not overtake or be left behind. Wherever Cater is leading them is ultimately his choice and whatever happens as a result of it? Sleipnir won't be responsible.

When they finally get to the edge of the woods it's clear that it's quite dark. Not a problem for a creature made of darkness but not many humans did well in it.

"Are you not afraid?"

Cater shakes his head as they take a pause at the tree line, flashing a grin. All he feels right now is completely ready to make stupid, horny decisions. Cater Diamond is thinking with his dick, and he won't deny it. This guy could be a total psycho murderer but, like, he's hot, so...worth the risk, for sure.

"The best things happen in the dark." Turning to face Sleipnir directly, he tugs him forward again, but this time while edging backward into the trees. "Why? Should I be afraid?"

"Well, you are not wrong. They certainly do."

Look he's a fan of Darkness. It's impossible to be otherwise. Doesn't mean he isn't going to chuckle as he's tugged deeper into the woods. Can this boy even see where he's leading them?

"Many would be. Many would not even dare touch me. You have balls, I will give you that."

Really, half the things this man has said to him are such red flags. All the focus rushing to the head of his dick has rendered him completely colorblind, however. Grinning wider, he leans in a bit more closely. "I hope you don't mind, because I've only just started touching you."

As Cater leans in Sleipnir raises his free hand, letting his gloved fingers find their way to the boy's throat. He splays them over the front of it, tracing one from the tip of his chin down to bisect his neck.

"If I did mind you wouldn't have your hands anymore."

Cater laughs, but there's a distinct thrum of real fear that goes through him at that promise. "I don't doubt it," he agrees, getting that kind of vibe from his new friend here that he means it and Cater knows way better than to question how credible the threat is. He's hardly the worst magician at NRC but hardly the best, either. With so many different types of people brought in from so many worlds...yeah, he's sure he could get turned into a bloody smear on the forest floor before he could blink.

"I also don't doubt it would be worth it."

At the end of the day, the sudden onset of nerves does nothing to chill his arousal. If anything, he's even more excited as he backs them up to a tree, his back crunching against the uneven bark.

What a funny little human. Really, his unforgiving horny brain is putting him in a lot of danger but Sleipnir will behave. Somewhat. With the boy backed up against the tree he considers his options. There are a lot of ways this could go and end up. As cold as he can be he isn't necessarily cruel, not unless the situation or target calls for it. Teasing, biting words were one thing but to go past that with no real reason was even a bit much for him in a place where the law of the land was yet unknown.

"Tell me Cater and speak plainly if you will - what is it you want ultimately out of this? A coupling? To get off like an animal in heat?"

Cater's eyebrows raise, but, well...as explicit of a visual as that is, it isn't wrong. Body stuck on aroused and brain halfway between "this is stupid and dangerous" and "who cares too horny", he makes a split second decision. It's the obvious one, because they're already in the woods, so why turn back now? It's YOLO time, baby!

"That's exactly what I want." Sleipnir asked for plain, and Cater is happy to oblige. He takes that energy and runs with it. "I want you to use me like the shameless little whore I am."

"Understood."

Well that was easy. It's always good to be on the same page, after all. Those fingers at his throat curl around it to give it a light squeeze before he releases him, opting to trace them over his collarbone and front instead.

"Do you have something to make it a bit more...smoother of an entry?"

It won't be good for him either if he ends up with a chaffed dick okay.

Damn realism taking them out of the moment. It's a good thing aphrodisiacs don't care if you have to get real for a couple seconds; his hard-on continues to whine inside of his pants as he pulls a small squeeze bottle of lube out of his pocket. Even better, the close proximity to his skin has kept it nice and warm. Convenient!

"In a city like this, you learn pretty quickly to be prepared for absolutely anything."

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