duplicitymemes | TDM #4 ( revised )

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TDM #4 ( revised )

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« « « HERE WE ARE AGAIN

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 L.I.E.S. 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 L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

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 highrise. 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.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

Oh, and one more thing. It's fucking cold. Better bundle up.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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.

« « « END IN THE DISCORD

While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most.

Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled.

On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either.

» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER

Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments.

To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "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 characters who have blue eyes or one blue eye and another color are Submissives. All characters who have brown eyes or one brown eye and another color are Dominants. Characters with any other color eyes are Dominants. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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[Phillip raises a hand, clasping it gently behind Julian's neck and threading his fingers into the base of his hair. This is always so much easier than talking, even though maybe it would be better if he took the harder path slightly more often. Now, though, he's reasonably sure this is the better decision, part distraction from the insane forces that brought them here and part time to process.

He grips Julian's hair and uses that hold to separate them, eyes trailing over the man's features. He's still trying to avoid eye contact, but if Julian wants to he can meet his gaze long enough to figure out why that might be the case. Looking into Phillip's eyes is, very literally, staring down Death, and looking into them for more than a second or so begins to feel the sense of creeping understanding, the overwhelming knowledge that death is unescapable, that even if they'd evaded it in the past that one day it will come for them and not let go.

He's never entirely figured out why some people seem to like it.]

What do you want? [He's not going to presume to know, even though he's pretty sure he does.]

[It's a move he likes, fingers twined into the curls at the nape of his neck, a grip that grows tight as the other man uses it to pull him back and away, his eye fluttering open to look down into the other man's face, cheeks vaguely flushed from anticipation and the desire to indulge in something a little risque. And he does try to catch Phillip's eye, trying to gauge his reaction, trying to see if he's really okay with all this, strange as the situation might be and--

--and. It's only a little glimpse, something dark and cold and knowing, the inevitable certainty of one's own demise briefly arising in his body, his bones, and he shudders, just softly, as Phillip averts his gaze again. Well that's...interesting. He gives the other man a questioning look, one brow slightly raised, still not sure whether he imagined the whole thing or not and so when he answers it's only in response to what's said.]

I'm not quite in the mood for delay, if you see what I mean, so I wondered...ah, how you'd feel about something outdoorsy? There's the risk someone might stumble over us, of course, but...

[And there it is again, the wicked curve of his smile.]

That might make it more fun?

[The shiver could mean anything- the heat between the two of them, the blast of cold air as the door to the bar opens, or something much deeper and more primal. Phillip can't feel it, when people see what kind of power is lurking within him, but usually when people accidentally catch his eye he expects a more extreme reaction. Normal people tend to shriek, or cry.

Julian isn't really someone he'd ever dare to label 'normal,' though.

He won't say anything about it, not right now. There are other things to focus on, and Phillip leans in, pressing another quick kiss to the man's lips.]

I think that sounds just fine. [And with that, his free hand will grab Julian's wrist, to pull him somewhere slightly more private.]

[Normal, it's probably not a word that's been used to describe him no, and when it comes to death-- well. It's something he's faced more than once, when he'd been caught in the oncoming grip of the plague, locked deep in the palace dungeons with his own feverish thoughts and the desperate desire to find a cure the only company there, and his appointment with the gallows, one he now knows - thanks to Pasha - he does survive, but he'd been ready to face it regardless of the ultimate outcome. Had come back to Vesuvia for answers, yes, but also to pay for his imagined crimes.

He's brushed with death before and will do it again and its wrong to say he feels no fear in the face of it, he is afraid. But self-immolation for something bigger than himself-- there's a powerful appeal in that. If its for something else, for someone else, he'll do it without hesitation.

Right now though such thoughts are far from him as the other man grips him by the wrist and he allows himself to be dragged away, lips curved because he likes that.]

Do you have somewhere in mind? I was thinking the back of this bar but um, if you had a better idea...?

[He talks to fill the space between them.]

[Phillip doesn't really have much in the way a plan- if Julian hadn't specifically said he'd be fine with them being somewhere not entirely private, he probably would have just teleported them back to his place. He could still do that, probably, but maybe overwhelming the doctor with more information (especially magic information) is not really a good idea right now.]

No, yours sounds like a good one.

[And so that's where the head, a secluded little corner of the bar probably made exactly for things like this, and Phillip pushes Julian up against the wall before pulling him down into another heated kiss, his nails digging a little into the man's scalp while the other moves up his broad chest.]

[No sooner have they reached their secluded corner then the other man pushes him up against the wall with no further preamble, something that in and of itself already has Julian's heart beating hard, brings a flush of colour to his face. He makes a soft sound of compliance as he's pulled down into that kiss, hands moving to catch at the protrusions of hip bones, to draw Phillip just that little bit closer to him as he parts his mouth around the pressure of the other man's lips.

And the sound he makes at the feel of nails against skin, it's encouraging and needy all at once, a clear indication that he wants more of this.]

[Phillip will take that encouragement and run with it. He digs his nails in harder, elongating them slightly to make them bite against skin a little easier, the ends sharpening like he’d just had a manicure. He shouldn’t rely on previous knowledge. But right now, it certainly seems like there are a lot of similarities.

He opens his mouth into the kiss, pressing his tongue into the other man’s mouth the explore it, tasting him with a growing hunger. The hand on his chest moves down, then up, sliding under the fabric of his shirt to feel the skin of his stomach.]

[And as Phillip's tongue slides between his lips Julian moans into the kiss and the increased pressure of nails into flesh only has him more enthusiastic, more eager for this. He kisses him back with equal depth, tongue twining against the other man's, and as Phillip's hands slide beneath his clothes (and the redhead's skin, it feels cool to the touch) Julian's hands fall briefly away from his hips as he begins to fumble with first one glove, then the next, drops them to the ground.

He wants to feel skin to skin, hands against flesh, but whilst one hand slides to the small of the other man's back to keep him held there near to him, there's a hesitation to go any further than that, no sliding fingers beneath clothes. Like he's waiting for permission.]

[Phillip feels the eagerness there, and he wants to reward it. His nails scrape across the other man’s scalp, dragging hard enough to leave little lines in their wake. It’s eash to touch him, even with the coolness of his skin, palmed pressed against skin and moving up and up, leaning the contours of his body.

It takes him a moment to notice the hesitation, but when he does he pulls back, lips quirked in an amused smile.]

Are you waiting for something? [If Julian is going to seek permission? Then Phillip is going to make him ask.]

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[Julian sighs out his satisfaction, head tipping back and the hazy steel-blue of his eye falling closed and Phillip's hands travel his flesh, as the other man pulls back from the kiss. The white of his eye shows diamond bright as it slits open at the sudden lack of further touch, but before the beginnings of disappointment can set in, there's that question spoken around the edge of a amused smile, something knowing in the shape of it.]

Oh, I, um...I wondered if, that is, would it be all right to touch you?

[And his teeth catch at the flesh of his lower lip, his face flushed with colour.]

[Cute.

Phillip looks up at him with a teasing smile, watching the man worry his lip with his teeth- maybe he needs to stop talking, so Phillip can go back to worrying it for him.]

It is perfectly alright. [And then he'll dive back in, forcibly pulling Julian's head down and nails digging into his skin, free hand beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt, touching the skin revealed as he does.]

[There's a small exclaimed sound as Phillip moves so suddenly to yank him down again, nails against skin causing bright sparks of pain that hold the promise of something more and he seems to melt beneath the pass of hands as his shirt slides undone, revealing the pale white flesh underneath.

He'll kiss back with equal exigency though, and having received the permission he wanted, Julian's hands begin to work at the other man's clothes too, slip underneath, slide over smooth skin.]

[Phillip runs his hand eagerly over Julian's skin, the shape and feel of him so familiar but still treating him like he's just learning every curve, every muscle. But there's still more to explore, and his hand slides down, overtop of Julian's pants, palm pressed against his thigh and drawing teasing patterns with his fingers, inching closer to the arousal growing there.]

[The sound he makes is soft and low, a wordless plea for more, the thrum of it passing from lips to lips as he prolongs the kiss, deepens it. Long fine-boned hands slide over Phillip's back palms pressed against skin, and he draws him all the closer to him, needful movements that ask for more of this, more than this.]

[Phillip shivers under the touch, the feeling of those cool hands against his heated skin and the clear need that's thick in the air between them making him want to push further. He shifts his hand to press against Julian fully, teasing through the cloth, pulling away from the kiss just enough to be able to look at his face.]

[As such, he'll be rewarded with the sight of Julian's face flushed with obvious desire, with a growing need, eye heavy-lidded and hazy with it. His teeth catch against his lip and the press of the other man's hand against his hardening cock, and nods, just once, an encouragement, perhaps a plea.]

[It's a good look on Julian, he has to say. A pleased smile plays on his lips as he begins to move his hand, gently massaging Julian's bulge, rubbing up against him and slowly but surely building up friction as he tries to figure out what's good and what's better.]

[And he groans then, soft and low, leans a little lower down towards the other man until he can rest his chin just briefly on his shoulder, breathes in deep, allows himself the beginnings of deepening pleasure, but--

--but. When his voice comes, it's hot and heady with lust.]

Wouldn't you, ah...that is...perhaps I should see to your pleasure, first?

[Help save his back, let him kneel.]

[Phillip holds onto him, keeping him close and gently playing with his red hair. Giving him a moment to rest, if he needs it, and giving soft hints of affection while he does. Phillip kind of can't help it; he likes to please his partners almost more than he likes having anything done to him.

Which is why situations like this are always a little difficult to navigate.] Is that what you want to do? [He won't deny him what he wants, but Phillip will definitely have to make it up to him afterwards somehow...]

[Difficult to navigate, certainly. Because whilst he doesn't dislike that hint of gentleness, the feel of fingers running through his hair instead of pulling it tight or gripping it hard, he isn't sure what to do with it. Isn't entirely used to it. The question, too, throws him a little, and he starts to pull back and away, straightens up. Looks down and into the other man's face, means to meet his eye directly, if he'll let him...]

It's not what you want?

[He's a pleaser himself, after all.]

[Phillip is going to make him get used to it, damnit. Let people be nice to you Julian!!!!

He'll let the taller man meet his eyes, the same feeling as before growing within him the longer he looks. What emotion it generates is entirely up to how Julian feels facing death, but the awareness and knowledge will settle around him like a thick fog until he looks away. Phillip trails the hand down to cup Julian's cheek, tilting his head to the side as he regards him.]

I'm not saying that. But I want to know what you want too, Julian.

What I--

[He starts, but its there again, suddenly, as he meets the younger man's gaze, a slow creeping dread, the cold certainty of death, chilled fingers racing the length of his spine and he feels a little breathless, his hand sliding free from beneath Phillip's clothes to involuntarily press over his heart where it beats fast like a frightened bird but...well. It's not a bad feeling. Just fierce, intense, vaguely dizzying, and between his legs his cock feels harder than it did before.

This time he can't just carry on and ignore it.]

What um, what was that?

[Phillip might not be able to feel what Julian's feeling, or know instinctively that Julian has seen it, but he's not an idiot. He knows what the other man is talking about, and he sighs. He always hates talking about this, even though he knows people here are less likely to just run away. And Julian might be one of the least likely to do that, especially given that... reaction.]

It's... a little complicated. Long story short, I'm a reincarnated death god, or something. [He waves a hand, vaguely, and a little bit of his nervousness is obvious.] So... that's what that was.

I...see.

[A reincarnated death god. He's far from home and all the strange happenings that he somehow manages to hurl himself into, but it seems that even whilst worlds away he finds them. He supposes he should be frightened-- it sounds like some kind of magic, more of that oblique strangeness that he never has been able to comprehend and therefore ought to back away from, retreat towards something more knowable. But that isn't something he's ever been very good at. There's a pattern here somewhere, between Asra and his apprentice and now this. It seems to him that he's drawn to a type.

His heart still beats a little fast, his nerves an electric jangle, but slowly he raises one thick auburn brow, a non-verbal urging.]

Look at me again, would you? Just for a moment.

[It is definitely magic, and Phillip is brimming with it, only really held back because he has too much to know how to use it properly. But Julian isn't making excuses or darting off or worse, having a breakdown in front of him, and instead seems more than content to stay where he is.

And when it's like that, how can Phillip refuse him anything?]

...Sure. [He'll look up, bright blue eyes meeting steel-blue ones, confident in meeting his gaze.]

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SLIGHTLY BELATED NSFW warning just in case...it's needed...

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