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TDM #41
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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. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses! |
 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: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport) Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs? Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them. Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded. Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same. The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle! |
 (cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex) The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include: ▪️ The Aquarium ▪️ The Library ▪️ Cupid's Castle ▪️ PUSSY Academy ▪️ The Obelisk ▪️ Riddler's Square ...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down. The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given! Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs. |
 (cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism) In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion! If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course. There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers! A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour. |
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: All new arrivals on this TDM are 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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Okay, [ Whatever, her tone says! ] so like..
[ A bite of her lip, as she swallows down some phelgm and considers. Truthfully, she has an unhealthy addiction to caffeine, and she hasn't had a cup in what feels like days and—. If it's free—? Those tightly clenched hands loosen and reach out to his sides, awkwardly lingering before she withdraws. ]
What even milk substitutes do you guys have here??
screams that first icon LOTTIE WHY SO GROSS
and jesus fucking christ, clint doesn't think he's ever felt older in his life, and lottie must have like ten years on kate, and he understands kate far better.
(in reality, lottie has maybe four years on kate, but there's not a single part of clint barton that's willing to concede that kate bishop is of a remotely fuckable age.)
luckily for the both of them, clint's used to gross experiences, and while most of the women he hangs out with by choice do not sob against his chest, a woman sobbing against his chest is fairly low on the gross scale of things. so, she leans against him and he's aware, distantly, of the front of his shirt becoming more damp, but he's not quite sure if lottie wants or needs him to do anything else. his hands slide down her arms, his awareness of both his-and-her's hotness returning, and it slowly, slowly dawns on him that the fucking on the bus may not just be duplicity natives being duplicity natives, and it may be more duplicity encouraging them to do what the city wants them to do.
and so he mms, vaguely and distantly, like his thoughts are somewhere else entirely, and lottie speaking — wetly — isn't even enough to quite draw him from his reverie, not until lottie pulls away from him, the comforting warmth of her body against his replaced by relative coldness. )
Huh? ( oh. ) I dunno. I don't drink coffee with milk. Probably the regular ones. ( probably some irregular ones, too. drinking breast milk was a kink, right? that's probably on a menu somewhere, he thinks, but doesn't vocalise. )
she's being VULNERABLE and all you can think is GROSS.... FOR SHAME!!!
You can't even name one milk? Seriously??
[ How is she supposed to trust this supposed cafe he is taking her to is even good then?! Also, of course he gets coffee black! Typical (pot, meet kettle! Lottie has hers black in a nice little cup every morning). She wipes at her nose with the back of her hand — gross — as she looks up and at the ceiling of the bus, trying to blink away the last of the tears lingering at her lashes. Like it'll help, like it'll really make her feel any better and less of a mess.
A hand goes to her hip as she sighs deeply, those big brown eyes glancing down at him to announce what she's clued into like it's a big gotcha moment. ]
You aren't even paying attention, are you?
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and then, quite involuntarily, he adds, ) It's hot. ( it's a little whinier than he'd like, and his gaze journeys her once again from head to toe and back again. a quiet voice says she's not his type, but the rest of him points out her ass and her tits and her mouth, and all of that is precisely his type, and he kind of hates himself a little. ) Probably oat, ( he adds, as distracted as he sounds, before he seemingly just gives up, finishing with, ) It's not just the weather that's hot.
( does that usually work? god knows, because usually he's not quite this pathetic. )
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Lottie blinks, brows pinching together as she really tries hard to understand what is happening here. Because. Whatever he's doing she's a lot less mad at him.. Even if she's still very confused as to why she thinks he's cuter now than he was before. ]
Are you [ A bewildered beat, her already flushed cheeks growing hotter. ] hitting?? On me??
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it's not that he doesn't ordinarily hate the city, but sometimes he hates it more than the rest of the time, and this is one of those times where he's caught in extra loathing. regardless, that extra smidge of self-awareness doesn't mean that his breath doesn't hitch a little at her bewilderment, at the way her lips look so plump and so inviting, or the way that her cheeks flush just that little darker.
quietly, internally, he tells himself that this isn't who he is, but he knows that telling lottie that probably isn't going to convince her, especially not after he's pressed his lips to hers, a mixture of want and desperation and relief interplaying with the way his fingers splay against the material of her not-that-special shirt (but at least it's not the city provided hospital gown).
a breath of a pause and he pulls away, just a touch, and, ) 15 minutes.
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Clint's hands are not so dissimilar, but they're bigger. They're as needy as they are tender, asking for permission as much as he is taking it. She breathes out oh against his lips, still surprised he's even closed the distance before she allows herself a brief moment of bliss. Of silence, of his touch and how it makes her brain short circuit pleasantly. She feels relief, instantaneous that washes over her body and it makes her shudder.
Something like shame curls in her gut when he pulls away (she just got a girlfriend a week ago and yet) she finds herself chasing after him, just as desperate for something as he is. ]
I— [ There's cotton in her mouth at the thought: she should say something. She should definitely say something despite how god awful everything is, because it'd be okay, right? But Lottie finds herself thumbing nervously at his collar, instead, looking up at him just as bewildered as she was before. In his arms, she's all the more aware of how alone she is. Some stupid part of her worries even telling him she's dating someone might scare him off and her stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought. She rests her forehead hesitantly against his, ] um, okay.
..But I want a bagel, too.
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and so clint kisses lottie, and all he can think — well, not all, but it's there, present beyond the almost-relief that kissing lottie brings — is that ah, fuck, it's a city thing, comma, something in the non-existent aircon of the bus? that she doesn't let go of him when he pulls away says — well, it mostly just confirms his realisation, but it doesn't stop his fingers from toying with her shirt, from sliding underneath to rest against the small of her back.
the way she looks up at him tells him that she has no idea what just happened, is happening, and his gaze drops again to her mouth, pouty and unsure, and he takes a breath; tilts his head as she leans her forehead against his, hyperaware that all he wants to do is kiss her some more, (is that all?), and that it'd probably be intensely unflattering for her if he immediately tells her that it's okay, this is definitely not them, this is just how it is here.
the noise he makes when she tells him she wants a bagel is distracted, a short, sharp laugh. maybe whatever it is, is affecting just him. )
—Bagel. Sure. I can eat.
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Uh, cool..
[ Like say uh, cool like a dork. What was that? God, he's so warm. Cool, seriously? She likes how his hand feels at her back, like he's being embedded into her skin. Like get too in her head and cry some more about how she misses her hot model girlfriend and sob over her only friend (he has no say in the matter now, frankly) being a man. A man she kissed. A man she kinda (sorta) wants to kiss more. Is that bad?
(Is she a bad person for wanting that?)
Her eyes flit down anxiously. They, unhelpfully, land at his lips. Lottie stares and stares and stares before she finds her hands pawing at him, trying to find a place she deems safe and semi-appropriate, considering the situation. ]
Is this— [ A press of those pouty lips into a line, knowing she's being terribly, terribly, vague. ] cool?
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and, truth be told, with the amount of time he spends training, he's generally always fairly capable of eating something.
so while it's not that he needs to eat with his coffee — he absolutely doesn't, and he definitely consumes far too much coffee in far too little time for that to be feasible — he can. he will. he won't complain.
he mms when she says 'uh, cool', his hand sliding from the small of her back around to her side, resting on the curve of her hips. his thoughts split between what he wants to do (and probably shouldn't), and what he should do (which, yes, that window is suddenly looking a lot more appealing—). but then she's pawing at him and his mm turns a little whiny, a little pleading, and god, that's embarrassing.
"is this cool?" she asks, and he thinks it's probably, definitely not, but that doesn't stop him from digging his fingers into her skin, doesn't stop him from planting his other hand on her ass, cupping the curve where cheek meets thigh. distantly and vaguely, he hopes this isn't quite her first introduction to the city, even if her previous hysterics implied otherwise, and he breathes a sure, welcome to duplicity against her cheek before pressing his lips against her pout, like he either finds it offensive or he thinks he can do something about it, or both. )
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It's particularly sobering, how her body shivers with delight when Clint breathes Duplicity into her skin. She's in two very different places right now: hyperaware of her body and him and how they're doing this on a bus as much as she is hoping, hoping, hoping for more, on the bus. She makes a soft little noise against him when he leans down, all six-foot-three of him edging close until he's kissing that pout off her lips.
He doesn't have to try too hard, physical reassurance soothes Lottie in ways she doesn't really understand and he's giving it. A peck to smooth out her almost-frown, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass. Her mind buzzes with less thought and more yes the longer they stay close like this, wondering when the hell she got so bold to do this in public.
(Like everyone else, is unsaid. Wandering around the city in the hours after her arrival showed her exactly what was expected of her and in typical Lottie fashion she said not me. Could never be me, says miss TikTok viral sensation (twice, counting!). Now look at her..)
She cups the back of his neck, warm and just above the soft line of his choker — high enough to feel his mussed blonde curls and to pretend like it's only an accessory she doesn't want to touch. The other curls at his shoulder, fingertips slipping beneath his collar to press divots into his bare skin. She wants to stay close. She doesn't know how to say she wants to stay close so she presses a kiss at the corner of his mouth, dipping down to plant one at his chin. ]