duplicitymemes | TDM #35

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TDM #35

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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 first hints of spring are in the air.

» » » 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.

« « « KNOT WORK

(cw: bondage/shibari)

The featured workshop at this month's Orientation is a trust-building "ropes course." Deepen your bond with your partner and explore the balance between restraint and freedom, as well as the power dynamics inherent in this hands-on learning opportunity. You'll discover the beauty of patience, communication, and connection as you weave intricate patterns of rope around each other's bodies.

The class portion of the workshop is brief, featuring demonstrations by NPC Dominants and Submissives, after which characters of opposite designations will be paired up and expected to replicate what was shown. Printed handouts from LIEs will be passed around with step by step instructions for their reference—though some may be less than clear, or only include pictures and diagrams without written directions. Do your best!

» » » SPLATTER PAINT

(cw: sexual fluids and other body fluids, sexual art, body paint)

Want to escape the unpleasantness of the Down? Arrivals are encouraged to partner up and participate in an ongoing public art installation in the Up where they will be invited to shed inhibitions and embrace the raw essense of self-expression through a unique medium: their stained bed sheets. The exhibition is being held in Fiddler's Square's very own Stay & Play Hotel where pairs may rent time in a special reserved block of rooms to work on their intimate canvases. Uncontracted pairs may get a steep discount, or even a free room if they are convincingly passionate. All sheets in these rooms are reactive to moisture of any kind, and each room is stocked with complimentary lubricants and body paints.

Through tactile engagement and artistic interpretation, attendees redefine the unity and celebration of their designations coming together and celebrate the complexity and beauty of their experience. Unleash your creativity, and join in defining the art of expression.

« « « TAKE WHAT YOU GET

(cw: gas leak, aphrodisiacs, altered mental states, hallucinations)

The Down isn't a very pleasant place to be, especially for newcomer Submissives who are forced to live in public housing. While the state of the building complex is nothing to phone home about at the best of times, this particular month it's abysmal. Much needed repairs on the plumbing have been ignored for far too long and, after a particularly chilly winter, the hot water heaters are bust. They need replacing, but who is going to pay for that? It'll take some time and a bunch of bureaucratic red tape before the water in the city-provided housing turns warm again. Enjoy your cold showers for the foreseeable future! Or, y'know, suck up to a Dominant and ask them to use their shower.

But wait! There's more! As if the plumbing problems aren't bad enough, there is also some kind of gas leak, and a nasty one at that. It doesn't seem to be flammable and no one will be dying in their sleep, but that's the only good news. The fumes from the gas are invisible and also odorless, leaving unsuspecting Submissives (and anyone else who visits the building, for that matter) at the mercy of the effects. In the common areas of the building the exposure is the strongest, but it still seeps into character's rooms as well.

Inhaling the gas will leave characters feeling loopy and more open to interacting with others. Some may find that they're feeling extra cuddly and needy, if not outright horny because of it. The rarest—and one of the least pleasant—side effects are the hallucinations some characters may experience, causing them to mistake others for people they may know.

After a few days the leak will be repaired, but it'll take a few more days following the fix for the building to be aired out completely.

» » » 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 lawful, they are a Submissive. If your character is more chaotic, they are a Dominant.

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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[ Unfortunately for the both of them, Lilia's dorm outfit had always been a little more complex than most, with how he accessorized. Or, maybe it was fortunate? It added to the anticipation, with how much they had to tear off him. ]

Oho, is that right? Heh.

[ He's able to undo the shirt enough to let it fall halfway down on one side, showing off some of that delicate looking pale skin of his own. ]

Your taste... is hard to capture in words. Similar to a warm cup of tea on a biting winter day, or a nice cold glass of water on a hot summers day. Divine in every way possible. If I wasn't already intoxicated by how gorgeous you look under me, I fear I'd become even more of a mess if I wasn't careful of how much of you I taste.

[ Squirming atop him, shirt undone and barely hanging over one shoulder, Lilia shifts to get it off, tossing it aside far less gracefully than he means to. ]

... I don't want to get up... [ He mutters in admittance, as he realizes he probably will have to, to get his belts, ruffles, shorts, and tights off. Oh, how impractical his outfit was for this... ]

Pfft!

[He doesn't mean to laugh--it's sexy, really, but a way more elaborate answer than Cater was expecting. Eyes shining, he laughs merrily, reaching up with one hand in an impulse to run his fingers through Lilia's hair.]

That's one refined palette of yours. If you wanted more, I wouldn't say no, you know.

[His own smile, delighted just a moment ago, starts to get its own brand of mischief to it.]

You don't have to, you know, if we switch our positions.

[Because then Cater could pull everything off of him.]

But I will miss seeing you on top of me.

[ The fingers through his hair, an impulse for sure, causes Lilia's face to heat up more. Such a gentle touch, a gentle impulse. It's impossible not to lean into that touch.

Cater had a point.
An annoying point, but a point nonetheless. If Lilia didn't want to move, to get up off of him, all he'd need to do was let Cater have the advantage over him for a time. ]

And let you have control?

[ Lilia scoffs, tilting his head back, bringing his hand back up over the lower half of his face, to hide his own embarrassment.

Without making eye contact, he gives a quick nod.]

Fine. We'll begin that way, but then I will be riding you until I break you. That, my dear Cater, is a promise.

[Lilia was just as cute as he was sexy, and that change in demeanor really highlighted it.]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[With that, he takes hold of Lilia's hips so he can flip them over. The other man is so petite, it's easy enough to accomplish, and in just a few short seconds Lilia's the one on the bed and Cater over him, positioned between his open legs. He sits up a bit higher so he can better manipulate those clothes, shifting his knees underneath himself.]

Now, where do to we start...

[He teases one of the straps of Lilia's overcomplicated outfit, pulling it open slowly.]

You want me to take it off slow, or treat you like a present I'm just dying to unwrap?

[ As much experience as Lilia had, being the one on his back, staring up at Cater, as the taller man positioned himself comfortably above him, between his legs. This was a good position in its own ways, one that'd allow Cater to go wild if he so desired-- and Lilia had enough strength in him that, if he really wanted, he could turn the tables easily, at any moment.

Swallowing back a small whimper that threatened to bubble up out of desire, Lilia rests both of his arms beside and above his head, allowing him to position himself in, probably, the most slutty way he'd done yet. His cheek leans against his own arm, his piercing eyes focused up on Cater, filled with lust. ]

Be rough with me. Make me believe you've thought about this before. About having your way with me - or, more accurately, allowing me to have my way with you! [ Lilia taunts, hiding a small laugh behind a hand. ]

Treat me in the same way I want to treat you.

[Lilia talks a big game--but Cater knows that he's not the kind of fae to throw around empty words. Cater fully believes that he's going to get completely savaged by the end of the night...and boy, is he ever looking forward to it.]

Should be easy enough, since it's already true.

[Not that he ever expected that his naughty daydreams would ever come to pass...but, well, here they were. Time to make the most of the opportunity.

Since Lilia's coat was already off, the next step was that pesky outer layer of frills and straps. Doing as he was told, he doesn't pull any punches as he undoes the straps as fast as he can so he can yank it downward without care or caution. With Lilia's legs already open, it made it an easier task to pull it all the way off and toss it behind him. Those shorts were next, and the tights underneath them. Cater removes the shorts in much the same way, but the tights take a little more care--he doesn't want to actually destroy the fabric, after all. He hooks his fingers underneath the top hem, bending down to find the skin of Lilia's abdomen and scour it with his teeth and tongue as he slides them down his legs.]

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[ Not fair - this was not fair at all. Cater's words hit easily, causing Lilia to stammer on his own words, unable to form a coherent reply. For once, the talkative fae was at a loss for words, thoroughly flustered in his own right. Cater was given the upper hand, for the moment. ]

Isn't-- that sweet-

[ Nope, even trying to form a comeback was impossible. Instead, his eyes are stuck on Cater, watching every movement, every forceful yank to get every piece of frills and straps out of the way and off completely. It's not until his fingers hook under the top hem that Lilia squirms.

A small gasp escapes him at the feeling of his teeth and tongue against his bare skin, his back arching towards Cater, practically begging for more with his body movements, in ways he couldn't vocalize. He's not shy, he allows himself to whimper, his hand coming down to grasp some of Cater's hair. ]

Come now, don't leave me waiting. [ The impatient fae murmurs, trying to egg Cater on. His tactics were to annoy his partner if they weren't rough enough with him, with the same energy he could put in - and he was absolutely going to use those tactics on Cater.

Cater was the perfect little distraction.

His hand shifts down from Cater's hair to instead allow his fingertips to carefully touch Cater's cheek. If only this moment could last forever. ]

[Cater looks up at Lilia with hungry eyes. He wants to stop what he's doing and treat all sorts of places on the other man's body with his mouth...but he has an objective, and Lilia didn't want to be kept waiting. So, he forces himself to return to the task at hand--he finishes pulling off those stockings and brings his hands up to free Lilia from his shirt, making quick work of the buttons so he can yank the top down his arms.

While he's doing that, he comes in for another kiss, mouth hard and needy as his hands roughly finish their undressing work.]

[ That look would make anyone melt -- Lilia, despite not being just anyone finds that look so enticing. His hands come up to meet Cater as he comes in for another kiss, though he soon needs to pull them back to shimmy his shirt off all the way, relieved to finally have most of his clothing off- leaving both of them in just their underwear.

His lips part almost immediately into the kiss, his tongue darting out greedily, running across the small cut he'd made on Cater's bottom lip earlier, almost disappointed that there wasn't anymore blood for him to lap up.

With his shirt off, that meant his arms could freely wrap around Cater's neck, to keep him in that kiss.]

[Kissing Lilia is fun. It's sexy, passionate fun. He can't help himself from smiling as he feels Lilia's tongue and meets it once again with his own. While arms come around him, his own arms wrap around Lilia's waist, pulling him up off the bed--

--and then he flips them over again, putting himself in that submitting position once more. Of course, his friend was strong enough to take control back whenever he wanted, but...]

That's better.

[Cater really liked this view the best.]

[ The quick turn, shifting their position again, elicits a cheerful laugh from Lilia, his arms still comfortably around Cater's neck for that kiss. With it broken for the moment, Lilia shifts to press his face against his neck instead, moving his hands to rest then against his shoulders.

His breath is hot against Cater's skin as he pants softly there, pressing a very light kiss against the delicate skin along his neck. ]

You enjoy seeing me from below that much?

[ Another soft kiss, this time his fangs briefly scratching across his collarbone. Almost as if he's considering something...

Then, he - mostly jokingly - lightly bites down on Cater, with a small 'nom!' ]

[Cater plays along, letting out a squeal that's a bit more dramatic than it needs to be at the munch before laughing as well, beaming up at Lilia with his flushed face. It's intoxicating, the kind of energy that they have--it's so different from anything he's experienced with his other partners. No, this is a sort of chemistry that he couldn't possibly have with anyone else.]

I enjoy seeing you, full stop. [He gives one of his certified Cater winks.] But you on top of me is the perfect vibe for tonight.

[ It's impossible not to laugh at the dramatics-- laughing along with Cater, Lilia pulls back, moving to sit up again to allow himself to focus down on Cater, with a big dumb smile on his face. Stupid Cater with his stupid flirty attitude, his adorable flushed face. Lilia can't get enough. ]

You silly, silly boy.... [ A gentle flick hits Cater's forehead, a snicker leaving the fae. ]

Important question. Do you think they prestock these places with lube and other supplies? As sexy as shoving my fingers in your mouth to use your saliva as lubrication sounds, I'd prefer something else. I doubt I'll need to prepare much, if there is... [ Living dangerously speaking that blunt. ]

[The cheerfulness of their little back-and-forth does fade a little as Lilia poses his question, a small, audible gulp sounding in Cater's throat. Maybe he's imagining that scenario? Or...]

They definitely do. Check the drawer of the bedside table.

[Speaking from experience? Maybe just a hunch.]

[ With a nod, Lilia leans over towards the bedside table, tugging the drawer open. There! Plenty of things they could use, from different kinds of lube to condoms. They really did stock these places.

Lilia grasps one bottle, setting it onto the bed and closing up the drawer. He doesn't uncap it or even touch it further after, focusing his gaze back down on Cater.]

I must admit. I never thought I'd see the day where Mister Cater Diamond was under me like this.

[ A careful set of fingers traces his jawline, his eyes focused down on him. ]

A silly little fantasy come true for both of us, hmm? Oh, unless you were joking earlier. Were you?

[Cater watches from his place beneath that small frame as Lilia retrieves the lube. For all that fire he was utilizing earlier, for the moment he's pliable putty in Lilia's pale hands, moved at his very touch.]

I wasn't joking--but you have to be.

[He didn't hide his status as a flirt, but Lilia? He was always such the prankster.]

That's okay, though. I don't mind.

[ Words were another method of messing with people, of pulling them into his trap, to shock them and watch their faces as they contort in surprise, shock, and even anger and frustration at times.

As much of a prankster as he was, Lilia wouldn't joke about something this serious.

Well. Maybe he would. ]

Not at all.

[ His hands are resting against Cater's chest once more, fingers curling there. His eyes don't quite meet Cater's. ]

Honest as could be... in this moment, that is.

[ Breathing out a small sigh, he decides to ask: ] Will that complicate this for you?

[Cater doesn't hide the surprise on his face at Lilia's answer. He shakes his head lightly.]

No--I'm way past worrying about something like that.

[In Duplicity, you fuck your friends. It's just what you did. Maybe back at NRC, he'd be more cautious about doing something that could form too much of a meaningful bond, but here it was practically like offering someone a handshake.]

If anything, it just means we're both going to have way more fun than we both expected.

[ Lilia looks back to Cater, in time to see the surprise written on his face. Bringing his hands up again - gods, he's touchy, isn't he? - he carefully cups Cater's face in both. His left thumb carefully traces the diamond mark on his skin. ]

My thought exactly.

[ The two of them could worry about any implications later. Or never. Leaning down, Lilia catches the other's lips in another kiss, trying to reignite that flame he'd inadvertently dimmed. ]

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[It doesn't take too much effort. Cater welcomes the kiss wholeheartedly, leaning up into Lilia's touches before making a move of his own. With the two of them down to their underwear, it's officially too tempting to keep his hands even remotely to himself--Cater reaches around to feel the curve of Lilia's ass, pulling their hips toward one another.]

[ Gasping into the kiss as he feels Cater's hands grasping at his ass, his hips respond in turn, shifting to press against Cater's. It's an easy motion, Lilia instinctively grinding down against him. There was no rush, as turned on, worked up, and impatient as he was.

Deepening the kiss, Lilia's fangs again find Cater's lips, this time not being quite as shy with them. He bites down, piercing the skin against his bottom lip, drawing a little more of his blood than before. As he does this, his hands shift down from his cheeks to his jawline, tracing his face until his fingers carefully rest against the back of his head, tangling in his hair.]

[A breath of a moan escapes the redhead as Lilia grinds against him. He's happy to feed into that gesture, using his groping hands to continue that movement, his own hips tipping upward to provide more friction.

That nip of his lip elicits a gasp from Cater, his mouth only opening wider to provide plenty of access, his head tilting back toward the hand in his hair.]

[ Lilia isn't shy, nor does he feel much shame in what they're doing. He whines needily into the kiss, pressing himself further against Cater, his pattern becoming more erratic, needier. He'd never admit that he's beginning to drown in lust for the teen, though. No, that's only something Cater was allowed to tease about, not something Lilia would ever admit.

The tangling fingers tug ever so slightly against his hair, a movement that Lilia doesn't seem to be very consciously aware of. It's more of an instinct, to make him lean his head back, expose more of his neck. To allow his other hand to come up, resting around his throat, grabbing at his jaw as if Cater'd slip out of his grip if he took his hands off him for even one second. His tongue slips into Cater's mouth again, greedily exploring every inch of his mouth, as he grinds down against him, moaning into his mouth. Cater'd have to break the kiss himself if he wanted time to breathe. Lilia's all too focused, for the moment, to even realize they'd need to. ]

[There are so many things that he should be considering. Their previous relationship, his relationship with Silver and all the complications of it, how all of this could turn around and become one big, gigantic mess. But how is Cater supposed to think of anything when Lilia's got his tongue down his throat like that? Damn, compared to everyone's he's been with, Lilia is definitely the best kisser. He commands his mouth like he owns it--it's too sexy.

Their moans mingle as their bodies grind together in a more intense rhythm, and Cater manages for as long as he can before he has to break their kiss, saliva strung between them as Cater gasps for air, whining with pleasure. He's gotten remarkably hard in a short time, teased beyond belief by the growing heat between them.]

I want you so fucking bad.

[As if he even had to say it.]

[ As the kiss is broken, Lilia's left panting, a mix of a few drops of blood and saliva dripping down from his bottom lip, from how intense of a kiss they'd dragged each other into. He can't hold back a grin as he looks down at Cater, eyes half-lidded in focus.

It's not a laugh that bubbles up at the statement, but a happy, distracted hum. His eyes dart across each inch of Cater's face, as if trying to memorize the breathless, flushed mess he'd become under him.]

I want you more than words can describe.

[ It wasn't a competition, and yet... Lilia's words were definitely competitive, playful. His hand fumbles with Cater's waistband, tugging at it, trying to tell him silently to help get those last pieces of clothing off them. ]

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