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TDM #43
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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 full heat of Summer is in full swing, but there is a pleasant breeze that comes off the sea, bringing with it much needed relief from the warmth of the sun. |
 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: random kink, behavioral modification) The oppressive heat of summer eases its grip on Duplicity with a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. A soothing wind rushes through the Up and the Down, bringing a blanket of cool that should help chill any hot tempers spiking around the new requirements for local businesses. While wet t-shirt contests and flashy pool parties start to wind down, people find the weather more agreeable and spend more and more time outdoors. Orientation adjusts accordingly, with LIEs deciding to use the weather to their advantage when it seems like people just can't seem to stay indoors for long. The basics of Orientation still happen at the Center, but they decide to incorporate a little outside time and arts and crafts into the mix. Characters will find themselves paired with someone of the opposite designation for a quick but fun bonding activity: kite-building and kite flying. Pairs are given a somewhat unhinged instruction sheet, a set of curated crafting materials, and one hour to build a Compatibility Kite. Most of the materials are basic and typical for simple kite making, but some of them may raise eyebrows: silk fabric, bold red ribbons, black lace… Meanwhile, the instructions for both building and flying the kite are vague, but oddly intimate: Hold tension while knotting., Maintain eye contact and hold your partner steady., Position your body behind your partner for better reach... While the design of the kite is completely up to the participants, LIEs does provide one requirement. Pairs are asked to choose one from several lively colored kite tails to tie to each completed kite. Each one has a single word printed in bold, glimmering text, such as: OBEDIENCE, PRAISE, CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION, SLEEP, CONTRITION, FAITH, SPICE, and more. There's no explanation as to what these mean or how they must be chosen, just that one word should be tied to their project. After an hour, all characters are brought outside, onto a bus, and to Chicanery Beach. Under the watchful eye of LIES staff who keep their distance from the shoreline, everyone gets to let their kites fly! Getting one up into the air is a two-person job, so work together and get it up into the sky without crashing into others. Hopefully it works, because anyone who can't seem to get it up or crash a little too soon will be given strict notice to attend Orientation all over again. Those whose kites successfully sail into the sky will get a check on their names. But as the words on the kite tails unfurl and flutter through the wind, characters will find themselves imbued with the desire and drive to embody or put the trait on their kite into practice: with their partner, or with anyone they may next encounter. This desire lingers past sunset and can last well over a week until one isn't sure if it's an artificial influence or something they'd truly wanted all this time. |
 (cw: pheromones, scents, stalking, dub-con, exhibitionism, breeding kink, stuffing, size kink, sexual exhaustion, rough sex, gags, biting, marking) The winds persist throughout the summer, and they bring more than just the scent of salt and sunscreen through the air. As July makes its way into August, a very subtle change descends on everyone: for an indiscernible reason, everyone's pheromones seem to surge, and everyone will look irresistibly attractive. For those with the senses and skills to pick it up, it will be as if characters exude a different aura entirely, just begging to be bred or fucked. For others who can't tell - it manifests instead as distinct, vaguely familiar and very attractive scents that carry over the wind. Characters will have one or two scents that are most obvious and most irresistible to them. Catching just a whiff of these scents will have them follow their trails all over the Up and the Down until they find who is waiting at the source, someone they will feel the need to throw themselves at. But since people don't know what scent they themselves are giving off, they may not even know why they're being pursued even if they can tell that someone has been following them. Unbeknownst to everyone, certain scents will have specific influences that take effect on either (or both!) person once they finally meet. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of a mirror or a window, or anywhere that their reflection can be seenActing on the influence at least once will satisfy the need… for a time. The scents can always rile a person up all over again. Maybe a perfume or an artificial scent will mask them, at least for a while, but soon the pheromones will overpower any attempts to hide them. |
 (cw: personality shift, behavior modification, dom/sub behaviors) A new trend makes its way to Duplicity's native shopkeepers and citizens alike in the Up and Down: wind chimes to hang up on their patios, windows, and balconies. The chimes are black and white in design, many of them sporting artful swirls and spirals that clink and ring in the wind. There doesn’t seem to be anything dubious about the chimes upon first glance, but the more one hears them, the more their effects become apparent. While not everyone seems affected, those who are susceptible to the bell-like sounds will find that the larger, lower frequency chimes amplify a person’s worst trait while the smaller, higher frequency wind chimes do the opposite, amplifying an individual’s best personality trait instead. However, unbeknownst to anyone, some of the chimes are dupes (hah) smuggled in from the neighbouring city of Insincerity, the black and white spiral motifs seeming to move and swirl even when they remain still. Their effects are a little different, as they cause Dominants to act subservient and Submissives to act haughty and demanding of their betters. All these effects are short-lived and last no more than an hour. But considering the prevalence of the chimes throughout the city, the potential for erratic personalities is increased tenfold. More alarmingly, it seems that no one is safe from the effects of the twisted contraband chimes. People - LIERs and natives alike - who act out of designation may be approached by LIES or SIN guards with stern warnings or threats of taking them to Realignment at the SLUT Center, and they take any explanation in good faith. |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?UP AND AWAY
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
NOTES ON THE WIND
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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 prefers grand gestures, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers small surprises, 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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He's studying a window display, arms crossed over his chest, frowning at his reflection in the glass when he hears someone walk up. Smells them first, actually, and it's some weird combo of vanilla and...something he can't put a name to. Doesn't know them, all he knows is he feels kinda weird.
So he turns, expression all twisted in typical Dean fashion. ]
What?
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dean wouldn't understand even if he did know him. because it's obvious, the moment dean lays his eyes on him, that he doesn't. there's no recognition, and the youngness in his face is immediately obvious. this is dean long before hell ever touched him. long before azazel or alistair or the apocalypse. long before him.
castiel's lips tremble. he presses them into a thin line and forces himself to walk up to the glass, pretending awkwardly to be casual. he looks at what dean was looking at, standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder. ]
You're— Dean, aren't you? [ he gives a glance askance. ] You're— you're a hunter. You save people.
[ no matter what he does, what he says, he can't tell the truth.
dean is better off without it, anyway. ]
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He clears his throat, then looks over at him. Not unattractive, but definitely older than Dean. Pushing forty maybe, but Dean's never been great with ages. Not for guys. He's done his share of sneaky glances, but chicks, that's a little easier. They've got tells.
That, and he tends to only frequent 21 and up bars. He's not trying to get arrested. ]
...Yeah. Do I know you?
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[ the sweet scent winds beneath castiel's skin, the allure that's always been there risen to the surface to overtake. he presses his hands into his pockets and hunches his shoulders in a shrug, still smiling. ]
I don't want to bother you.
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[ He hasn't really helped anyone so far, but he's getting the distinct impression time doesn't mean a damn thing here. Nothing makes any sense here, this shouldn't be much of an exception. ]
Not botherin' me. [ Not in the traditional sense. Yeah, guy's kinda (really) weird, but Dean's been around plenty of weirdos in his life. Hell, he's been called crazy himself multiple times, and there's some truth to it. What's bothering him is the friggin' scent, the way this rando smells, and Dean's having some serious issues keeping control of his hands - so he shoves them deep into his pockets. ]
Who was it?
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[ there are a lot if people that could apply to— maybe even some dean actually knows. but he'd rather let the untruths end there for now. besides, dean won't understand if he tries to explain that he's talking about him. no one would.
his gaze drops to dean's hands, then back to his face. he should leave dean alone. let him settle in. but he can't bring himself to move any further away. ]
Have you... been to the apartments yet? I could show you around.
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Oh. Sorry to hear it.
[ He shuffles on his feet, rocking back and forth. He’s fidgeting, more than normal, scuffing the toe of his boot on the ground, glancing over his shoulder - though that last action, that’s fairly normal. He does that a lot. ]
Uh, just once. Change outta those rags they gave me. But if you wanna show me, by all means. I don’t even know where I am right now, or what I’m lookin’ at.
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[ castiel gives a smooth shrug, letting his sentimentality take a back seat to practicality. honestly, castiel isn't all that familiar with duplicity either. he hasn't been here long, and he hasn't explored every inch of the winding streets. but he knows enough, particularly when it comes to the lower city. ]
But the Down isn't safe. It's better if we don't linger.
[ castiel moves away, shoving his hands in his pockets, expecting dean to follow him. he also knows how to get there without going through gang territory. he'd really prefer not to interrupt this reunion with a bloody confrontation. ]
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[ He's getting the distinct impression of that - that the Down isn't safe. It's seedy as hell, though that isn't anything he's uncomfortable with. He's used to seedy. But there's just the two of them, and Dean's not interested in a fight. He's tired, horny, hungry, and annoyed.
Not with his new friend, here. Just in general. ]
What's your name?
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[ it's a strange mirror of their first meeting, in that it's nothing alike, and yet he's still leading dean out of perdition. still flying him to fredom. still trying to save him.
this is all he has left to give.
their arms brush as they move down a narrow side alley, tall building crushung in on either side, and castiel shivers. so aroused that for a moment he sees double.
it doesn't help at all that he can taste dean's on the back of his tongue, even past the sweeter scent of cinnamon and baked apple.
but they're almost there. the apartment building is in view. ]
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[ It's kind of a mouthful, but it's nice on his tongue anyway. ]
Sounds angelic.
[ He's doing his best to ignore the scent, the softness of vanilla and musk in his nose, and he fights with everything he has to not be a fucking weirdo and shove this complete stranger up against the building. Like, that's not him. He tells himself isn't into dudes like that, but even in his own mind, the lie is weak.
He chews on his bottom lip, and shit, when their arms touch that's when he loses it and reaches out, slaps a hand on Castiel's shoulder and pushes him up against the side of a building. ]
Something. Is. Wrong. With. Me. [ It's ground out between grit teeth, fingers twisting in his shirt, eyes too bright, pupils too blown. ]
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he looks directly into dean's eyes, chest heaving, before glancing down. ]
This— This place is always like this.
[ his throat is dry when he swallows. ]
I could. Take care of you.
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[ It's said throughs till clenched teeth, hands staying right where they are, body pressed flush up against the man who's basically a stranger. His head tips, cheeks red, flushed as he leans in, he just...wants a taste. A little taste of that scent if he can get it, flicks his tongue against Castiel's lips. ]
Mhm. [ Take care of him, Dean isn't going to be able to say no, but he's so distracted and he comes closer, lips brushing, hand absently drifting up, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. ]
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for just this moment, he forgets why that's true. he blinks, eyelashes sweeping across his cheeks where they're ruddy with arousal.
it doesn't feel like it should be allowed, but he leans in anyway. bumps their mouths together. dean's breath is warm against his face and his lips are, too. his hands come up all at once to grip the bunched up fabric just below his arm pits. dean's hand on his face should be proof that this is a dream. but in that same moment, he knows that it's not— because this isn't something his limited mind would ever be able to construct. ]
Please.
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[ Dean's growling against his mouth now, licking at his lips, tone teasing past the seam of them and tasting him properly, hips jerking, bumping up against him. He's hungry, needy. This guy smells incredible, and he abandons their wrecked kiss in favor of his throat, breath warm as he drags his teeth over, the urge to bruise, leave his mark overtaking all sense. ]
Gonna drive me crazy, man.
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[ castiel's hips jerk in a quick counter rhythm, desperate for more than just friction. his head drops back, and he leaves himself open, caught between the hard line of dean's body and the wall scraping his back. he wants those marks, even though it's a bad idea for too many reasons to count— he wants dean inside him, filling him up until it aches as much as the sweet ache overtaking him now. ]
Dean— I need— I need—
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[ So does he. He worries marks into Castiel’s neck, teeth dragging, sucking hard and sharp as his hands drop to fumble with his belt, with the goofy sweats this guy decided were a good fashion choice.
Another mark in another place, and he’s shoving them down, keeping him firmly pinned against the wall. ]
Me too-
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but he's pinned. he can't drop to his knees like he wants, wrap his lips around dean's cock. instead, he has to settle for getting his mouth on what he can reach— glancing teeth up along the column of his neck and worrying the lobe of his ear. it turns into a sharp nip, lips pulled back like an animal bearing its teeth. ]
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So he doesn't stop. He sucks another pretty mark into his neck, hands dropping down to squeeze his ass, fingers digging into flesh, a bruising grip. ]
Fuck-
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castiel knows he was made for this. made to be a place for dean to settle in deep, when he can otherwise never go home.
he bites dean again, this time below his ear, right on the shivering tendon. it's easy to leave a bruise, same as it's easy to leave marks when he pushes his hands up underneath dean's shirt and coat and digs his fingernails into muscle and flesh. ]
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Shit, man, I need, I need-
[ Inside, deep inside, now now now. ]
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[ he soothes his hands up dean's neck beneath his coat and then slides them out of his shirt. he'll not explain why, but dean will find that it's true regardless. it's only by choice that the bruises bloom into something semi-permanent, that the teeth marks remain. castiel has done this a few times now, but— but— never the way he wanted to. never with who he wanted to. even through both cruelty and kindness, the unequal split. he's only ever wanted this. no matter how it might come to him.
he cants his hips forward, lifts one leg up. his sweatpants are giving. ]
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Dammit-
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castiel lets go of a nervous huff of laughter.
for a moment, he's self conscious— he knows he isn't much to look at, and what's between his legs is even less impressive. but then he catches another whiff of dean in the back of his throat and blessedly forgets all about himself. he grabs for dean's shoulder and hikes his leg again, determined to hook it over dean's hip. a bead of sweat trickles down between his shoulder blades. ]
C'mon— Don't. Don't hold back.
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Their little shuffle-dance does give him pause to also snort a laugh, this is ridiculous, the situation is insane, but the reprieve is short-lived. The second that leg lifts back up Dean's grabbing it, fingers digging back into his thigh, lips curving into a little smirk. ]
Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna take care of you.
[ Although admittedly there is a very brief moment of 'what the fuck' when he lines himself up, confusion on his face before the scent takes back over and he's rocking his hips, plunging right in with a wrecked groan. ]
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