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TDM #42
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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: subliminal messaging) Opposites attract, or so they say. It’s a sentiment Duplicity is founded on after all, with Dominants and Submissives pairing together from opposite ends of a spectrum for the betterment of society. All participants in Orientation - newcomers and long-time residents of the city alike - are ushered into a small auditorium found in the Orientation Center to watch a brief informative film about how the differences in the roles that Dominants and Submissives are expected to play will not only make the city a better place to live, but also better the lives of citizens and LIERs alike. Like any good Duplicity-made piece of media, the film is littered with subliminal messaging about what the city offers… but it seems said messaging has gone a bit overboard this time. After watching, individuals will find themselves attracted to those who have traits opposite of them, regardless of designation, occasionally just a simple infatuation but sometimes to the point of near obsession. These opposing traits may be physical (dramatically opposite heights, hair color or hair length, etc.) or it may be a personality trait opposite to their own that catches their attention. (Are you shy? Well, that extroverted person over there seems really interesting. Are you rough around the edges? Maybe you’re all about the person exuding poise and kindness over here…) However it manifests, the messaging is clear - Opposites Attract and it’s impossible to ignore. This effect can last anywhere from 1 to 24 hours before characters will come to their senses… hopefully nothing awkward comes of it, and everyone comes away with a new friend they can get along with. |
 (cw: compulsions, compulsory sex, compulsory truth telling, semi-public sex, possible group sex, liminal spaces) [ OOC: For existing players, new room assignments are now on the Housing Page | old room assignments can be found here. Please take this time to review where your characters are at, or request changes for errors/if they should be somewhere else! ] As newcomers start to filter into the city, flyers and notifications are posted for LIERs that live in the Up and the Down public housing. As the announcements remind everyone, the city generously provides them with perfectly livable property, food and utilities out of the goodness of their hearts. As such, they don’t expect anyone to complain when some adjustments in housing assignments have to be made. The exact reasons for these are unclear; some claim it is for improved balance, while others claim this will give the buildings “better energy.” Whatever the case, the changes are rolled out over a few weeks, and the buildings themselves start to bustle with activity as residents move their belongings to their new quarters. Remember to be kind to new arrivals just moving in! Reassure them that this isn’t a regular occurrence, it definitely doesn’t happen frequently at all, and don’t forget to welcome to Duplicity. The change seems harmless, but it soon becomes obvious that there may be something to the rumors of energy that needs to be redirected. Elevators everywhere, not just those in the Housing buildings, and even the Elevator between the Up and the Down, seem to be off. Any elevator that has more than one person may seem to keep going and going and going. Whether it is gently rumbling its way up or down, the display that indicates what floor the car is at seems to flicker in and out of focus. At times the number may freeze completely, turn into various incomprehensible glyphs, or simply disappear. Is there a way to get the elevator to stop? It’s unclear, and nothing, not even pressing the little alarm button, will open the doors. Meanwhile, the longer that one stays in there, the stronger the urge to get very up close and personal with whoever you are stuck in there with gets. The urge is typically and unmistakably physical - one might feel the need to fuck a friend against the wall, or give them the best head possible in the space afforded. Occasionally the need may be something quieter - it could be as simple as having the urge to hold their hand, tell the truth, or confess to a lie. Ignoring the urge won’t seem to be an option either, as the elevator simply rumbles on. And the longer the urge goes unaddressed, the closer the walls seem to get. Soon, the urge becomes a terrifying and overpowering need. Thankfully, what happens in the elevator, stays in the elevator. Other than the lighting - all electronics, including phones, devices, speakers that had played cheeky elevator jazz, even the surveillance camera in the corner, all switch off one by one. It might be a rare feeling, but everyone in the elevator is certain that no one is watching and nothing can be recorded. Once the urge is fulfilled, all the power comes back on. The elevator stops its long journey, the doors slide open, and it has finally come to the right floor – for at least one of the occupants. Hopefully no one else comes in before the other gets off at the right stop. Taking the stairs is a gamble all its own. When it seems the way ahead and/or behind you is empty - the sound of hurried footsteps echo through the stairwell, and it feels as though there are a hundred eyes on you when there’s no one else there. Staircases seem to shift and circle around into a spiral, even those that should be fairly straightforward. Escaping through the door to the next floor does not always work, as characters may find that they are right back where they started, overshot, or are somehow further back than where they began. If this is all too confusing, maybe it’s easier to just go and take the elevator… |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, impulses, mind alteration) Spring is here, and with it comes some city-sponsored events and outings for new Dominants and Submissives to meet others of the opposite designation! One of the more outspoken ones is being held in North Park in the Up, near the Greenhouse that was set up last year around this same time. This little city-sponsored date is called… “Sweet as Strawberries!” The idea is simple. Interested participants and those who are volun-told to join in will arrive to find there’s a small stand set up, where they will be paired up with someone of the other designation. The pair is given a location within the small community garden beside the Greenhouse that is theirs for however long they’d like to spend together. Then, they’re offered a basket and told they can pick as many strawberries as they’d like! If it wasn’t obvious before to the pair, this little date is one where they’ll pick strawberries together, with ample time to talk and get to know each other. Holding the basket, you both will make your way to that little strawberry patch. As you begin to pick strawberries together, whoever is holding that basket begins to feel… different. This date is the most romantic thing they’ve experienced, at least in the moment. It fills them with a multitude of emotions - and makes the person accompanying them unbearably attractive. If both characters carry the basket, or switch off who is holding it, they both will end up infected with this feeling. As the ‘date’ progresses, the strawberries themselves look delicious, like the most appealing food either of the pair has ever laid eyes on. It’s near impossible to resist taking a bite out of one. Hopefully the warmth that comes after isn’t too much of a surprise, with the attraction they may already be experiencing towards their opposite being amplified tenfold. Take a little time to sneak a quickie in or go somewhere a bit more private. Either way, after taking a bite of those delectable, sweet little treats, you’ll need to “cool off” together somehow! |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?OPPOSITE ATTRACTION
GOING UP OR GOING DOWN?
A SWEET SURPRISE
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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 of a problem maker, they are a Submissive. If your character is instead a problem solver, 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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There is a part of her that still expects to see Drake, wonders if he will appear again at her doorstep. A hope. Even after all her time here, even after all the downs, there is still hope that remains. People come and go here, returning to where and when they came. It is just a part of life here. She offers that soft smile, a small tip of her head, wondering if he knows all that it entails. "Thank you. It's a kind offer."
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"A kind offer you have no intent of taking me up on if you can help it?" Obi-Wan supplies back with a small, knowing smile. He's far from offended.
"I know this place asks a lot of us. Makes us do things with others that we might not have if given the choice." Obi-Wan isn't a prude. He's done things that some wrongly thought Jedi were forbidden from. That didn't make him any more comfortable with the demands of the city. The Orientation's words and the video echo in his head-- still trying to sway his desires. It might yet succeed, but he's trying to ignore it.
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Because she does trust him, even with all that has happened. With her life. With Luke's life. She just doesn't want to burden him when he doesn't have the complete breakdown of everything. The rules are changing. Not instantaneously, but enough that pressures have been added. Situations may arise. Compromises. They had before, which makes it a little more awkward, as Obi-Wan does not recall that clearly.
"But perhaps you should see a little more of the city to confirm it is a path that you would want to take." She does know that he has an intelligent head on his shoulders. The Negotiator had been the correct nickname for him. Cool, calm, collected, but perceptive. "I do need to ask though... What is the last thing you recall before coming here? Something that I might know of."
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From the cheeky twinkle in his eyes, it's clear he finds the idea that he'd be offended quite amusing. What he would be is concerned for her, and he might keep an eye on whomever the Dominant ended up being. Within reason, of course, he's not planning on being overbearing, simply observant.
"I..." He starts, then considers how to phrase it, feeling that urge to draw closer growing more demanding, "There was something subliminal in that presentation, I believe. I assume that's an aspect of this city for which you are familiar?"
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His start of a sentence has her focus back on him, on that known face and friendly eyes, the beard. A keen lingering look as she waits, and ah. This place, it is something that can become known, if not always controlled. Her own arrival she had unknowingly had hot chocolate that was laced. Needless to say, she had been a little handsy. Summer, the next time she had come, and it had been the water and the good at the meet and greet event.
Her tongue darts across her lip as she works out an answer. "They like to give little pushes. Nudges. Food, drink, air... They can be spiked. I don't think- that is, they try new things sometimes. It's not always worthwhile to try to figure it out, as you may not be able to avoid it. It may last for a few minutes, hours, a day... Sometimes it goes once you've indulged. Sometimes it just drives you crazy until you figure out the answer."
The bus ride, for example, is where her mind goes, heat touching at her cheeks. Hayato was fun though. Not like Jim, but freeing in his own way.
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Doing what his body is calling him to with someone isn't, in and of itself, abhorrent, although it would have been preferable to be his idea. But breaching that barrier with Padmé? Perhaps that apprehension is the very reason it's happening. A way for the city to exert its power over them both.
"So you think I should... indulge?"
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She had come to realize in those later days at home that there was one Jedi, one whom she truly knew could be trust absolutely, and it had been him. Yet perhaps had she trusted him more, things might have been different. Yet things are as they are, and there is an acceptance there, one hard worked at. Hope, still, for the future of their galaxy, knowing that its course will be rough, but that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
A tilt of her head, eyes hooded, and voice dropping. His question is met with one of her own, that coy little tone and her own suggestion. "Is that an invitation?"
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But the city is making those concerns quieter, and desire pushing him toward it. The way her demeanor changes isn't helping either. That drop in her voice, makes something churn low in his belly. He's stepping closer, head tilting as a smirk forms on his lips.
"I believe it might be, yes." A hand reaches out to cup her cheek, his Dominant leather bracelet falling slightly on his wrist to graze her skin. There's a teasing air to his next words, as though this is actually some kind of negotiation, and he realizes the absurdity, "So, are you amenable?"
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Her own face rises, tipping up, eyes tracing the curl of his mouth. There is usually that calm and level headed aspect to him, a teacher and mentor, yet the smirk lightens his face. There's a soft breath again, held this time, as his hand traces along her cheek and her eyes lids close for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of his hand there.
And then her eyes are back on him, opening, yet her face tilts, to brush her lips along his palm and wrist. Words hold power and have been her go to, but sometimes actions can speak louder. His lips linger there, pressed gently, a small hum against his skin as a hand rises to grasp against the fabric of his clothing. "Quite amenable."
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Stepping closer as she reaches for him, he moves to lean down, "Then it's settled."
He closes that distance, mouth meeting Padmé's. It's chaste at first, before his lips part and his arms envelop her to bring her flush against him.
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The moan spurs the demand running through his body, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, tongue prodding into her mouth as he walks them both in the direction of the nearest piece of furniture. Some manner of chaise lounge, which when his calves hit he moves to sit, hoisting her up to land in his lap-- mouth never once leaving hers.
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There starts a small protest as he seemingly moves away, yet his embrace keeps her close, happily so. There is a door and walls, that much Padmé knows, but she hadn't paid too much attention to much else, too scattered and unfocused. Not a problem he had suffered from clearly, groaning as the world shifts, trusting in him as she's drawn down. A shimmying slide as she scoots closer, straddling him as she settles there on his lap. Her hands move to cup his cheeks, hips slowly circling as her tongue darts across his own in invitation. A light press of her fingertips along his skin, enjoying the warmth of him, body lightly rocking.
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That touted focus might be faltering slightly though at the way her hips move against him now that they're seated, Obi-Wan letting out a low rumbling groan into her mouth. His tongue is all too eager to meet Padmé's, sliding along her teeth and then curling around hers. His hands settle on her hips, gripping them to encourage the way they're rolling, while his fingers starts to curl up the fabric there.
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Fingers brush, light, delicate, before the left slides and curls into his hair. Her own moans join his as the right hand drops. Deft knowing fingers that likely betray her experience and knowledge. Belts and obi and tunics... Not all the same, but similar enough as she gives a small tug, seeking to work the first obstacle free while her lips ghost over his before dipping down to deepen again.
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He's not quite as deft at relieving her of her own clothes, but Obi-Wan manages well enough, so that his hands can settle on bare thighs, one sneaking gradually between her legs. This is something he could never have imagined himself doing in a thousand years, but somehow right now it feels entirely natural.
Gasping, he pulls back from her lips to take her in, his own torso now bared, well-muscled and chest hairy. His finger teases and prods, finding her clit with a slow circular stroke. He has no words, only awe.