duplicitymemes | TDM #38

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TDM #38

« « « 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 weather has been noticeably cooler lately, with some afternoon heat lingering around depending on the day. Fall is nearly here; can you feel it?

» » » 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.

« « « FASHION FORWARD

(cw: collars/harnesses, corsets)

LIERs, both new and old, no doubt find some aspects of Duplicity culture shocking and may fail to assimilate without proper guidance. Whether or not they are contracted, LIERs will find themselves wearing and handling clothes and accessories that may look or feel unfamiliar. For this reason, LIEs staff are helpfully introducing different kinds of fashion that characters will typically encounter in the city. Arrivals get to attend a seminar on the use, handling, and care for clothing made of fabric like leather, latex, or lace. The seminar includes the importance of using such clothes to express one's identity, and how it can be used to highlight designation.

Submissives may end up assisting Dominants in lacing up corsets or fitting into slick bodysuits. Characters of opposite designations will also be paired for a basic leathercraft workshop, where collars and harnesses can be customized to suit a particular design, preference or fit. If LIERs feel compelled to take any new pieces of their wardrobe for a test drive, even better!

At the end of Orientation, participants are given complimentary fetishwear to take home. Enjoy a new latex thong or pleather jock strap, on the house!

» » » LOVE BUGS

(cw: insects, sexual compulsions)

As the weather in Duplicity begins its transition into autumn, a slumbering menace from the ground begins to hatch and propagate. Tiny little moths, iridescent blue and red, seem to appear out of nowhere, congregating around sources of bright light, regardless of the time of day. They can be found on various surfaces (trees, the walls of buildings, etc.) and while they appear to be particularly harmless, they do bite. Not on purpose, however; it isn't blood or flesh they seek. No, it's clothing, especially the sort made out of cotton and other organic fabrics.

If they bite, it's by mistake, trying to chew and munch their way through clothing. They seem to especially enjoy undergarments, gnawing holes through panties, boxers, briefs, and bras alike. The bites themselves don't hurt or even itch all that much, but they do cause characters to feel oddly amorous toward others who have also been bitten. Side effects wear off after an hour, but unfortunately, the underwear holes are here to stay.

Maybe that complimentary kinkwear you received during Orientation would be a smart thing to put on in the meantime — the moths don't seem to like leather or PVC very much!

« « « BUG OFF

(cw: insects, aphrodisiacs, sexual compulsions)

With lingerie shops and other clothing stores in an outrage due to damages and loss — courtesy of those irksome moths — the city has prepared an all-out assault in a bid to get the pests under control. Buildings are fumigated and streets and parks are sprayed with various chemicals to rid the Up and Down of the moths. While their efforts do have results, and the moth repellent drives away the infestation in a matter of days, the chemicals also have unintended side effects on those who breathe it in or come into contact with the substance in one form or another. Said effects include heightened sensitivity, increased libido, and in particularly extreme cases, unquenchable sexual insatiability — all of which will only subside once the chemical has fully worked its way out of the body in a day or two.

As compensation to citizens and new arrivals who may have had their clothing ruined during the entire ordeal, gift cards are handed out so that LIERs may purchase new outfits from the very stores who suffered losses. While available stock might be low, there is still enough of a selection for individuals to find something suitable to wear — even if it may be outside their typical comfort zone. Since uncontracted Submissives are unable to purchase anything on their own, they will be paired with a Dominant to accompany them on their LIEs-sanctioned shopping trip. Time to put those fashion lessons from Orientation to good use!

» » » 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 would prefer stability, they are a Submissive. If your character would embrace passion, 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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It's actually insane for David to allow a complete stranger to nut inside him, and he knows it—he's usually much more cautious about protection. This time, he didn't even consider it, not once. No condom, nothing, but fuck if he doesn't moan like a slut anyway when Ed hilts himself inside David and filling him with hot ropes of cum. He moans, his cock twitching against his stomach, and lets his eyes fall shut while he tries to catch his breath.

Which means that a few moments later, they're flying open again at the shock of hot, wet tongue at his rim. He spasms in Ed's grip, writhing in his bonds at the way he devours him with a growl. "Fuck me," he wheezes, "holy shit."

There's another eager groan from Edward as he laps at David's inner walls, dragging his tongue against them until it's popping from his hole and Edward’s smirking beneath him.

"Again? I just did." he teases, nosing over his balls to lap over the length of David's spent cock, getting a thrill out of cleaning up their collective mess with his tongue.

He eases David's untied leg down to the mattress, crawling higher to loosen the ropes on the other one to prevent cramping. He doesn't move for his arms yet, pausing to kiss over his chest and give the other man a coy but deeply satisfied look.

"How do you feel, gorgeous?"

David's eyes nearly roll back in his head, quickly barrelling toward overstimulated as Ed does an extremely thorough clean-up job. He whimpers as his tongue laps over his cock, but relief floods him as Ed moves on to untie his other leg, the knee of which protests loudly as he stretches it out from being held in one position for so long.

He watches with heavy eyelids as Ed kisses over his chest, a lopsided smile forming on his face.

"Really fucking good. Except for my hands, which have lost circulation, but."

"Mm. About that. Wouldn't it be funny if I did kidnap you?" he teases with a wild look in his eye. He only lets that beat sit for a second before he's shaking his head and reaching above David's head to pull at the knots. He's fucking crazy, but he's not that nuts. Not anymore, anyway; 'in recovery' maybe.

"Here--" he grunts, shaking the last of the ropes away and then giving David a slap on the thigh as he sits up.

"Hungry? I've got--" he squints. There are a bunch of weird fucking fish in the fridge (don't ask). "Mhh, scratch that. I can order something."

A second is all it takes for David's heart to stop beating, because as hot as Ed is, he's also clocked the crazy eyes that peek through every now and again. Good thing hot-but-crazy is kind of his type. But Ed is already breaking the tension and reaching over David's head to untie his wrists, so he relaxes his sine into the mattress until he's freed, wincing as the blood begins to flow back to his hands and subjects him to pins and needles in the meantime.

"Starving," he admits, sitting up and rubbing at the rope marks in his wrists. "Delivery sounds great. Um—you don't mind if I hang out a little bit?"

It's not like he has anywhere better to go than here, and he's not super eager to return to his shitty little public housing situation.

With David upright, Edward starts to work off the rope he's tied around his chest, taking his time and admiring the indents its left on his skin. He traces them with his fingers delicately.

"Mmhm. You expect me to kick you out without so much as a cuddle?" he scoffs, kisses at David's shoulder, and pushes himself off of the bed immediately.

Strangely, the steely act from the train seems to have disappeared once he got an orgasm out of his system, and Ed scampers across the room to the closet, where he has a few light house robes stored for exactly this purpose. He grabs two, bringing them back to wag in front of David's face in case he'd like to borrow one. Both have a floral sort of patternz but one is a lavender color, the other one an emerald green.

"What're you in the mood for? I'll eat fucking anything," he says. As if eating David's ass wasn't clue enough of that.

David slowly lets his lungs fill completely with air as his chest is untied, thrilling as Ed traces the lines left in his skin with his fingers. "Wouldn't be the first time that happened," he confesses, feeling stupid for being so vulnerable, just like he does every other time he's vulnerable.

He lays back against the pillows as Ed scampers adorably over to the closet, watching with amusement glimmering in his eyes as he returns with two very comfortable-looking robes. He considers with a hum as he gradually pulls himself up to swing his legs over the side of the bed. "Green, I think. Do they have pizza on this island?"

Edward can imagine what that's like. Normally, if he's hooking up with someone randomly, its not usually at his house, and he leaves immediately so that he isn't hurt by being asked to. He doesn't always feel sympathy for others, but that sort of rejection is relatable, and vulnerability with Edward tends to move him, because it so often implies trust.

The green robe is thrust at David, dropped into his lap, and then Edward wraps himself in his own before searching for his trousers and fishing out the network device.

"Yeah. They've got all kinds of shit-- here." he takes a seat again beside David, offering him the device, where he's started a pizza order and toppings selection is being offered.

David sighs as he pulls the green robe on and stands up; the silk lining feels nice on his rope-marked back and shoulders, and he hugs it a little tighter as he hunts for his boxer briefs and shimmies them on before perching back on the daybed. He takes Ed's device and inspects the available toppings.

"I'm a green olive and pepperoni kind of guy, unless you have any objections?" He glances sideways at Ed, who looks good wrapped in lavender, he notices. "So, um, where are you from?"

"No objections." he replies with a shake of his head. "Wanna go wait for it on the sofa? I can make you a drink..."

It's probably better than cuddling in his weird sex room. Ed could light a fire, even... turn this wild hook up into something dare he say, more romantic? Maybe that's pushing it.

"Um. Earth." he sighs. It's so fucking weird that you have to start there in this place, but he's willing to narrow it down if that rings a bell to David.

"Mmm, sounds good." He orders a large pepperoni and green olive, plus cheesy bread. Ed came inside him without asking, cheesy bread is the least he can do. He hands the device back and stands, wrapping himself more tightly in silk and brocade.

"I'd kill for a negroni, actually." He heads for the door, lingering so Ed can catch up and lead him back out to the living room.

"Wow, what a coincidence. Same here. Canada, specifically."

A negroni, he can do. It was on the menu of the bar he'd purchased, so he's memorized the recipe. He smiles as he stands, confident he is gonna get so many points with this guy.

"Canada," he repeats carefully as he follows David to the door. David's accent is reminiscent of others from he's met in Duplicity, most of them claiming to be from the area Edward only knows as colonies.

"Specifically, I was sailing before I woke up here." he scoffs, moving along to the bar tray, where he starts plucking through the bottles for the gin. "Just off the coast of Barbados. Do you know it?"

"Mmhmm," David confirms as they head out to the living area. He goes ahead and drapes himself across a sofa, appreciating the nice upholstery and general decor of the place. He wonders if Ed chose the decor himself or if it all came like this.

"You're a sailor?" David can see it. The tattoos, the hair, the whole Captain Jack Sparrow-but-hotter vibe. "Love Barbados. They have the most gorgeous waters, and don't get me started on the beaches." Plus they gave the world Rihanna, a fact for which David will be eternally grateful.

"Used to be." he sighs, almost wistfully. "Can't sail far here, Kraken in the sea."

He brings David his drink, then steps back to the cart to make himself a drink of his own before returning; a smokey whiskey, neat.

"Can't say the same about Canada. I've never been.

"That's too bad," David says, a bit blithely. "I used to love going out on the yacht, when we had one." He's currently at the point where he is blissfully ignoring any suggestion of the supernatural or associated elements, simply because he knows acknowledging it exists here will break his brain and he's had just about enough of that lately, thanks so much. He sips his Negroni, and finds it surprisingly passable.

"Canada is beautiful, if you know where to look. It gets a bad wrap for being, like, boring and cold, but Toronto? Montréal? Gorgeous."

"You sail?" he smiles, glancing at David as he slides over, tangling himself in David for a cuddle. One hand holds his drink steady while the other tugs a blanket off of the backrest, throwing it over their legs.

"I don't do well in the cold." he admits, "Winters here are a fucking nightmare for me."

"I don't, like, steer the boat? But I love being out on the water."

David draws in a quick breath, not expecting Ed to come right over and tangle himself up beside him, but the exhale is slow and measured as he lets his shoulders relax, inch by inch. The blanket is even nicer, and he finally allows himself to properly snuggle a little closer to Ed. Fuck it, he deserves this.

"I'll help you keep warm this winter," he offers before he can think better of it. "If you want. I'm good at it."

Edited (forgot a whole ass sentence) 2024-09-25 22:18 (UTC)

"I mean, neither do I... usually."

His actions do slow a bit at the notice of David tensing up, but he watches for those shoulders to relax before settling in, doing his best impression of casual in hopes it makes things easier.

"Yeah?" he laughs curiously, "How so?"

"No? They don't let you steer the boat?" It's easy for David to do this, trade banter and poke fun. He shrinks down a little in his seat, settling his head in the crook of Ed's shoulder.

"Well, first you hunt a moose, and then you skin the moose, and then you use its hide to survive the harsh Canadian winter." All dripping with sarcasm, obviously.

"The Captain doesn't need to." he purrs as he nuzzles his face into David's hair. He smells... really fucking nice, actually. Ed will have to ask him what soap he uses.

"I'd bet you look quite handsome in fur." he notes, sarcasm or no. "And a hunting knife."

"Oh, you're the Captain." That does something for him, actually. David lets out a soft, shaky sigh as he relaxes bit by bit.

"Mm, you're not wrong? But I've had paint thrown on me one too many times to want to rock a fur coat ever again." The knife thing, well, that's just patently ludicrous.

"Well, I was. I don't have a crew to Captain, here. Not really" he mutters. Maybe the staff at The Abyss counts? They just kinda call him Ed.

"Paint?" he scowls, unsure why that's the chosen substance people are throwing on others where David's from. Why throw paint when one can throw something flammable??

David doesn't quite know what to say to that. Is it a 'my condolences' kind of situation? He doesn't think so, so he makes a soft mmm of understanding and leaves it at that.

"People are monsters," he sighs. "Like, I didn't kill the rabbits. The person that made the coat did. Go throw paint on them."

"That's fucking diabolical." he mutters in reply. He doesn't understand the paint thing at all, but what an attack tactic-- is it simply to cause chaos and confusion? Incredible.

"What do you throw back at them?" he asks, completely sincere.

"Agreed," David sighs. He forgets himself for a moment and finds himself nosing into the fabric of Ed's robe, breathing in his scent for a second.

"Um, mostly my middle finger and a very deep scowl before I got into my limo, to be honest. I'm not much of a fighter."

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TDM #38

felching on the first date, we love to see it

your icon choice had me laughing for 8 minutes straight

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