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TDM #35
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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 first hints of spring are in the air. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 (cw: 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! |
 (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. |
 (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. |
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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That's more than enough to pique a predator's interest.
He won't offer his own metaphor in return, but--true to the subject--he will stop near a particular piece that catches his eye. Red decorates the sheet, tossed and spattered in a seemingly random spray of droplets. It isn't blood--he can smell that it isn't--but the suggestion of violence gives Floyd pause all the same.]
Hmm... nah~
[he finally says, turning to Lilia with a shrug. Perhaps he doesn't have a hankering for teeth and iron right now. Just right now.]
I'd rather come up with my own kinda mess right on the spot.
[A grin follows, toothy and sharp.]
Wanna see?
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It doesn't take long for Floyd to discount it, to turn to him. Lilia raises a single brow at him.]
Mmh?
[ Lilia lets out a small amused laugh at how blunt Floyd was with this. Though, could he really comment? He, too, was very blunt with his words, his explanations, refusing to beat around the topic or be subtle in any way.
Releasing Floyd's arm from his hold, Lilia takes a step backwards in front of Floyd, both of his arms outstretched. ]
That sounds absolutely delightful!
[ One of his arms falls down to rest on his hip, the other shifting to instead offer his hand to Floyd. A fangy smile of his own is offered, cheerful as could be. ]
Let us see what kind of mess you can make, hmm? It shouldn't be all that difficult to find a free room.
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With that hand extended in offering, the moray is quick to grab on and run across the lobby whether Lilia intends for it or not. He isn't exactly sure where he's going, but somewhere in their conversation he heard the word "free room," right? Sooo they just need to find one obviously.
It's amazing how quickly his demeanor and mood can change on a dime.]
Let's go, let's go~!
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Which, he might be!! ]
Floyd-- we need to ask for it-!
[ Barely able to get those words out among his amused laughs, Lilia doesn't stop him. Might as well follow along, see what Floyd's planning to attempt to get them into a 'free room'.
What an entertaining man... ]
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[He’s enthusiastic as he says it, still dragging Lilia along through the crowd of confused attendees. Does he even know where he’s going? Mmm, no, not exactly. But he’s a cute, sweet Submissive with plenty of charm… and now he’s a cute, sweet Submissive with plenty of charm and a consenting Dominant. That’s should be enough to start Floyd off on the right fin.
He pulls to a stop by the front desk and notes how workers are handing over keys to more pairs of so-called “art appreciators.” But that line seems so long. There’s no way he’s waiting through all that. What if his creative inspiration freezes without notice? Well. So much for asking.
Floyd turns and strolls off down a nearby empty hallway. Judging by the noises coming from some of the doors though, those rooms are already occupied. Not a problem. Other people’s privacy never stopped him before. So upon picking a door at random, Floyd lifts his leg, takes quick aim–]
’scuse ME.
[–and kicks it clean open with little effort.
All the while, yes–he is still holding Lilia’s hand.]
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It elicits another laugh from Lilia, who doesn't complain despite them 'breaking the rules'. Who would care, really? It wasn't like they had a lot of cash to spend in the first place to rent a room, so... this was the next best thing.
That is, until Floyd kicks a door open.]
Floyd Leech!
[ Lilia gasps in surprise, the name coming out with only a partial scolding tone, amusement being the other half.
Squeezing Floyd's hand, Lilia tries to catch his attention, all while stepping into the room casually. Might as well, the door's already open. Nothing he can do about it now. ]
You're quite excitable, aren't you? How ador-a-ble~
[ Lilia takes a quick glance around the room. The bed seemed clean still, the bottles lined up on the nightstand unopened, ready to use. No one was in this room that he could see...
Look like they're in the clear. That could've ended poorly. ]
You know, Jade and I actually ended up making a piece of art here together as well. I wonder how different the two of you will end up being, in how you treat me for our first time.
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[Sheesh, does he have to use his full government name so scandalously? Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone in here to scandalize! … and even if there was, he’d just shut the door and move on to the next room. It’s all part of Floyd’s signature “no plan policy.” Or something like that.
Once inside, he scans their surroundings with great curiosity, noting all the bottles and shiny clean surfaces… but just as Floyd’s considering testing the mattress, Lilia drops that bomb on him out of the blue.]
Huh!? Jade was here without me!? And he got to play with you first!? No fair!
[It’s now Floyd’s turn to be scandalized as he releases Lilia’s hand.]
Aw, come on. What stuff did you do? Was it messy?
[But perhaps most important of all:]
Who topped!?
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God save everyone.
A mischievous laugh is stiffled behind a hand. The secret revealed, bomb dropped onto Floyd's head just like that. ]
Why, it was only a matter of circumstance, dearest Floyd~
[ Taking a few steps further into the room, Lilia turns to Floyd, resting his hand on his chin as if he was the innocent one in this situation.
All an act, of course. He wanted to see what Floyd would do, what his spontaneous nature would lead him to do or how he'd end up acting, learning this about Lilia and his brother. ]
We did a lot, frankly. It ended up being a huge mess. Jade even got paint in my hair. Can you believe that? [ Lilia pouts, if only for a second. ] Ah, but who topped...
I did. He was concerned I'd break too easily. I reassured him I wouldn't, and we decided the next time we sleep together he'd top. [ The explanation is simple, without too many details, but enough to hopefully hook Floyd. To push at his buttons, a little, all for Lilia's benefit.
This little shit. ]
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Puffing his cheeks, Floyd balls his fists and plops down at the foot of the bed.]
Mngh… circumstance, schmircumstance! That jerk’s got alotta nerve…
[Well. If Lilia topped for Jade, then Floyd could do the same… but, his resolve settled, he grips the edge of the mattress and offers a single terse nod.]
Then I’m gonna top you before he does!
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Once there, Lilia uses one of his hands to subtly push Floyd’s legs a little apart, moving to stand between his legs. Both of his arms move to rest over his shoulders, in a half-hug.]
Is that right? Is that the type of art you wish to make with me, then, Floyd?
[ Leaning closer, Lilia looks directly into his eyes, calm as could be. ]
Or was the mess you were talking about earlier… all you? On your own, while letting me watch? My, my, my… The possibilities are endless, aren’t they?
[ One gloved hand briefly comes up, ruffling up some of Floyd’s hair without a care for his own safety. Lilia wasn’t ever the type to get nervous around Floyd, regardless of how his mood could flip from one emotion to the next at the drop of a hat. It’s part of what made Floyd so fun. ]
I do apologize, by the way, for bringing him up. Did I upset you?
[ He knows exactly what he’s doing, doesn’t he? One hand shifts to cup Floyd’s chin, resting there carefully. ]
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Wordlessly, Floyd meets Lilia's eyes. He's taking this awfully well, isn't he? Maybe he's fooled around before. Maybe Jade was his first. Maybe he simply doesn't care for shame. Whatever the case, Floyd stares... then averts his gaze with a soft huff.]
No.
[he mumbles, though he's clearly upset anyway. He's not supposed to go around telling everyone he fools around with his own twin, not even people from back home (... maybe especially people from back home). It's why he doesn't elaborate.
... Sort of.]
... If you're just gonna be comparing me with Jade the whole time, then I don't wanna do it with you.
[He forcibly turns his head away, jerking his chin out of Lilia's hold.]
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[ It’s half expected that there would be at least one thing that Lilia said wrong, to make Floyd upset. It’s a given, when spending time with this man, that his emotions might take over. He might pout and whine and get mad when Lilia says something, but it won’t stop Lilia at all. His hand falls away from where it had been on Floyd’s chin, falling to instead settle on his shoulder.
It’s a careful movement that Lilia makes next. He knows how fickle a situation this was. One movement that Floyd didn’t like and he might be thrown off - or worse, squeezed until he felt like he was going to pop. His hands are clear with their intentions, as Lilia slowly settles his arms over his shoulders, pulling the taller man into a careful hug. One of his hands comes up to the back of his head, as Lilia’s cheek rests atop it. ]
I did not mean to insinuate I was comparing the two of you at all. That is on me, my dear.
[ His hand carefully pets the back of Floyd’s head, smoothing down some of his hair. A soft hum can be heard coming from the smaller man, as if to comfort Floyd further. ]
I’ve never once even considered comparing the two of you. Not now, not back home. It must be hard, being a twin. Having someone who people can always compare you to… What can I do to help you forgive me, hm? We don’t have to do a single thing you don’t wish to. I’m here, in this room, because I wish to spend time with you. I apologize for not making that clear.
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… Floyd isn’t sure about exactly when he became so sensitive, thinking about his brother fooling around with other people. When he first arrived in this world, he was perfectly accepting of that reality. There’s no possible way the two of them can always be together. But after losing Jade multiple times over the course of his stay and being forced to confront certain “weaknesses” about himself, Floyd’s had time–too much time–to consider he may not be as valuable to his twin as he once was.
He’s since grown unhealthily codependent on his brother’s attention, breaking in through his windows and sleeping in his bed for days at a time, against city rules. He touches who Jade touches. He bites who Jade bites. He challenges, fights and mangles whoever so much as glances at Jade, because in some twisted, fucked up paranoia… Floyd believes they’ll take his other half away.
And again, he’ll be all alone. Him… the lesser, “younger” twin. The twin who can’t hold his shit together or even put a name to the emotions he feels. The twin who has to be tended to like an inconsolable child.
Floyd thinks all this as he’s soothed, as Lilia’s hands smooth back his hair and try to ease him down from an impending tantrum. He doesn’t expect anyone to understand him… but, for now, the upperclassman’s words calm Floyd enough to where he settles against his smaller body with a soft sigh.]
Forget it. It’s nothing.
[he mutters, pressing his face into Lilia’s shoulder. He then brings his hands up to lightly tug at the lower hem of Lilia’s shirt.]
… Let’s just play, ok?
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At the very least, Lilia can take solace knowing he wasn't immediately pushed away, he wasn't forced back or told off for his offered words, the apology he gave. Instead, being told to forget it, as Floyd settles against him...
Careful gloved fingers, tangled in Floyd's hair, a few pieces being carefully twisted around several of his fingers, absentmindedly. The head boy's face pressed into his shoulder told a different story than the hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. It's difficult to tell what Floyd wanted, what he didn't want, what he felt.
It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. ]
Mm, we can, we can.
[ Shifting slightly, Lilia pulls back enough to pull Floyd's face from his shoulder, bringing both his hands up to cup both of Floyd's cheeks, Lilia offers a cheerful smile, trying to brighten the mood back up. ]
First things first. Let me get my shoes off, and I want to try something with you.
[ A gentle tug, Floyd brought in close, Lilia presses a careful kiss to his forehead, before pulling back enough to focus his attention down on his heeled boots. He unzips them, stepping out of them and setting them to the side. This action is then followed by Lilia shifting to get onto the bed, flopping onto his back.
With a fangy grin, he reaches his arms out towards Floyd. ]
Come here.
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… He sure is delicate though. And sweet. Sure, Floyd’s always known Lilia’s held a penchant for all things cute, but hugging? Petting? Kissing his forehead? He isn’t used to that at all. That doesn’t mean Floyd dislikes it, mind. It’s just–
–oh. And now he’s on the bed.]
‘kay.
[comes the casual reply. Floyd then kicks off his own shoes and, expecting the usual foreplay, crawls on top of Lilia.]
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The moment Floyd crawls on top of him, Lilia wraps his arms quickly around Floyd, pulling him down. Not into any sexual sort of position, to begin some form of foreplay.
It's a casual hold, one that, if Floyd was uninterested in, he'd be able to squirm out of. ]
Khee hee hee~! [ The fae's signature laugh sounds out, as if he'd just won a game between the two of them. ]
I got you~ You've been captured, by Lilia Vanrouge~!
[ Leaning, shifting, Lilia moves to press his lips against Floyd's neck. Not in a kiss, but...
A small raspberry is blown there, for good measure. Nothing better to cheer someone up with than intense silliness, right? ]
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[Granted, it’s a very soft “oof,” done more out of reflex than actual discomfort. Considering Floyd’s size though, that’s quite the grip Lilia’s got on him. He wonders what else might be easy for him to accomplish while he’s at it. Maybe he won’t have to be so careful with–
–ah?]
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Is he–?
Yo.
At first, Floyd pauses, unsure of how to react… but then his body takes over and he rolls over, trying to escape Lilia’s raspberry as he breaks into a sudden fit of bubbling laughter.]
Ahahaha~! That tickles, that tickles, Devilfishie, stooop~!
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Lilia tries his best to keep from laughing, wanting to keep this up as long as he could, to hear that adorable laugh of Floyd's for a little longer.
As Floyd rolls, Lilia hooks a leg around him, rolling with him, until Lilia can manage to be atop the far taller man, attempting to pin him down onto the bed. ]
Mmmmm-- no, I don't think I will! You have to try harder than that to get me to stop, Floyd~...!
[ With this declaration, Lilia's hand pulls at Floyd's shirt, his lips pressing then to his collarbone, another merciless raspberry being blown there against his skin. His grip on Floyd loosens, enough that if the taller man wanted, he could try to overpower the smaller.
Would it work? Would Lilia fight back against it? Maybe. Only one way to know.]
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However, as he shoves at Lilia's shoulder, Floyd ends up rattling the bedside table so hard it knocks over some of the bottles. Most tumble to the floor, but one flies onto the bed, spins... and sends a spray of pink paint all over his hair and face. He can't imagine Lilia will be safe from the incoming projectiles, but who knows? The little devilfish has surprised him already.
Floyd meanwhile takes it in stride, sputtering as he tries to pin Lilia down and squeeze his legs around his waist.]
You better stay down if you know what's good for you~
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Lilia's still laughing as he's pinned down, those legs squeezing his small waist tight. His laughs fade into small pants, as he tries to catch his breath, far too amused to realize what position they'd ended up in, for now.
Shifting under Floyd, he rests his arms by his head, hands pressing just above his head against the bed, as he tilts his chin towards his chest, looking up at Floyd with half-lidded eyes.]
What if I don't want what's good for me? Heh... [ Lilia grins up at him, happy to see the change in mood. ] What'll you do to me...?
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When faced with smaller prey, Floyd's always inclined to give chase--to back it into a corner, flash his teeth, and take advantage of any and all weak spots in their last dying breaths. So no matter how strong Lilia may be, Floyd's subject to his nature, and eyes that smaller frame like a man dying of hunger.
... And then he lunges, riled up and impatient as he mouths at Lilia's throat.]
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When faced by a larger predator, however, Lilia's never the type to run, to back off when faced with an unknown danger.
The older man tilts his head back easily to allow Floyd to get at his neck, feeling a little blood rushing to his face. Reaching out with one hand, Lilia grabs at Floyd's shirt, fingering at the buttons to start undoing them. ]
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... Fresh marks decorate his body--scratches and bruises of varying sizes, angry red and tender to the touch. He's clearly been in a scuffle, and judging by the pinprick bite marks, it's obvious who he's been fighting with. Could he heal over them? Yes. Will he? ... Not for a while, no.
With paint dripping from his chin and onto Lilia's body, Floyd returns the favor, palming up Lilia's stomach so he can push his shirt up over his chest.]
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He doesn’t comment, though, only shifting to try help getting his own shirt off. ]
Pink is such a pretty color on you. [ Lilia notes, tugging his gloves off to toss them aside. Only once they’re off does he reach out, smearing some of the paint on Floyd’s face, down his neck and along his chest. ]
Should we add more colors into the mix?
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