TDM #4 ( revised )

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« « « HERE WE ARE AGAIN

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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 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

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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

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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

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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

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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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Comments

[yenna]

Of some sort.

[ Injured egos count, right? ]

Apple juice.

[song_of_ice]

[Considering his has been injured quite a bit of late, yes. Yes it does.]

Apple juice?

[Seriously?]

You need me to purchase you apple juice?

[yenna]

Did I enter the wrong letters? Yes, apple juice. But no, I will pay with no questions, simply... I request someone bring it to me.

[song_of_ice]

Give me your address and I'll do as you ask.

Is there anything else?

[yenna]

[ LET'S ASSUME SHE SENDS HER ADDRESS OVER. ]

Mmm. Perhaps a medium rare steak and eggs. I won't hold my breath on that.

[ She needs hangover food.... ]

The door is open and I'll leave payment for you when you arrive.

[song_of_ice]

[At bork and bork street, got it.]

I take it you are a woman who often gets what she wants?

[He lets himself in with a small amount of trepidation. This was another person's home and it felt rude to simply barge in. Even stranger was finding her in her room, a woman he never met.

He handed her the bottle of orange juice before pulling out a covered plate from his bag. Did someone ask for steak and eggs?]

You're not sick?

[yenna]

Not everything, but most.

[ Annnnd then she stops responding. Draped her own bed, the curtains had been layered over the windows to avoid any light from getting in. Clothes thrown astray, bottles litter the floor in abundance. Yennefer lays half covered with sheets layering her form. A tuff of black hair lifts from her pillows and she waves one hand dismissively. ]

I never claimed I was. You may leave them there — or, or anywhere. Your money is on the floor.

[ The juice was appreciated at least, ASSUMING IT'S APPLE JUICE, OOPS. ]

I don't require much else.

[song_of_ice]

[Well. That's not the sort of gratitude he was expecting...but really, why should he expect anything? He had gotten a sense of the sort of woman she was, even if it was simply a small impression. Still, it's enough to irritate him slightly.]

On the floor? [Making him retrieve it like he was a dog or something?] Keep it. It was no great cost.

[There is a slight edge to his voice.]

So what is wrong with you?

[yenna]

[ Her body remains still for the most part, a few bits of movement as if she's trying to get comfortable. ]

Prideful. [ The woman mutters under her breath before finally letting her features be known. The bottle grasped as she sits up — their gaze meeting directly. As much of a beauty as she was, she looks unkempt. ] The night escaped me far too quickly and promptly knocked me on my ass.

[song_of_ice]

[He knows that look, having had it himself after too rough a night. He could almost feel the pulsating headache, even just by looking at her. Some of his annoyance dissipates, knowing that the hangover would be worse than anything he could say or do.]

You wouldn't think the drinks here would have much power, but they are stronger than they seem.

[yenna]

They're drinks — their only purpose is to take those who underestimate them and serve a nice dose of humility. I'd very well be drinking this from the get-go if I wanted anything else. [ And, drinking her juice she does. Guzzling as she finally sits up and wipes a stray trickle from the corner of her lips. ] There are worst ways to learn that lesson, however.

[ She super duper thinks of the submissives. Yeesh. ]

[song_of_ice]

There are other ways you will be forced to find humility in this city. [Having a certain amount of pride and arrogance were often sorely tested. While he wasn't an egotistical man, he still felt bruised often enough.] You found a better way to spend your nights than what they might have in store for us.

[yenna]

So I've heard. [ She says with a pitiful response, indifferent as if she didn't care. ] It was simple. I'm glad to see all worlds promote getting absolutely ruined by a good ale.

[song_of_ice]

Or bad ale, so long as you aren't picky.

[Sometimes there were no other options.]

Brewing your own can turn out poorly.

[yenna]

I'm very picky. [ Says this sloppy ass bitch right now. She screws the cap back on her juice and instead flops back down onto the bed. ] I wouldn't sully my hands at that. Leave it to the experts.

[song_of_ice]

[He pushed the plate towards her, letting the smell of the steak fill the air.]

I've noticed. Or is it the hangover making you so...

['demanding' seems like the worst possible word to use in this instance, but it hangs in the air.]

[yenna]

[ She'll reach over, fumbling to try and touch the plate with ill-aimed fingers to tug it closer. ]

No. 'Tis my nature.

[song_of_ice]

[He gives it one more push until its close enough for her to grab.]

Royalty? Noble?

[yenna]

Ughhhh. Never that.

[ And the plate was grasped and she instead rolls to her side to face the man. It's clear that she's feeling like shit is she's lowly enough to seek out company. ]

Sorceress. I doubt my name means much to you or anyone here — so I'll save my breath.

[ And instead pick up cut up pieces of steak with her fingers? Jesus, girl....you're literally like 100 years old. ]

[song_of_ice]

It means something.

[She might not be a Red Witch like Melisandre, but he knows about sorceresses enough to be slightly wary, even as he sits on the edge of her bed.]

I knew one in my world.

[He chuckles at the sight of her picking up the steak with her fingers. Not exactly the elegant lady she might usually present herself as.]

I don't know how similar you are.

[yenna]

Knowing the ones back in mine? Not likely similar at all.

[ Every sorceress had their story — their tragedy, their ticks, their glory and their attitude. As much as she likes to separate herself from the Lodge, she does share similarities.

She idly picks at the plate. ]

And how did you know this sorceress from your world? A knight, noble, or peasant? There's far and few between those.

[song_of_ice]

Sometimes the worlds are similar enough that we can understand each other.

[It was something, at least. They had some measure of connection, no matter how small it was.

More than they had when he first arrived.]

None of that. She was a slave once.

[yenna]

But, what of you? No one dabbles with a sorceress unless they have reason to.

[ She's curious on if he knew her personally or — well, heard of her. Impressions are everything. Yennefer is fickle and doesn't touch her eggs, instead just.. still munching on the steak, squinting between her migraine. ]

[song_of_ice]

She chose to dabble with me.

[It's not something he can talk about easily, not with a stranger. He still had no idea why she chose him or what her "god" supposedly wanted from him. He could at least acknowledge that for some reason, she believed he was important and worth resurrecting.]

We had a common enemy.

[yenna]

[ Yennefer pinches her nose at his shortness, laying back and instead pulling the blankets upwards over her frame. ]

Oh yes. The common thread that always binds us together. Hatred.