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TDM #4 ( revised )
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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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() 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. |
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!! |
Peter Parker • MCU • DOMINANT
ii. END IN THE DISCORD
iii. NETWORK
iii. OOC/WILDCARD
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Hoping to make some rock candy or magnetic slime?
Seriously, what's with the emoji?
You always judge a man by their emoji selections.
Ancient proverb. I'm sure you've heard it.
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Gotta keep sharp, Mr. Stark
It helps me feel better if I've got a project or something
You know how it is
( Yeah, Tony definitely knows. It's a science nerd thing. )
And
I dunno, I just like that emoji
Sometimes you just gotta raise the roof
I never really thought about it in an ancient proverb sort of way
Is yours supposed to mean ... guy having a mid-life crisis?
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this spider-totem is finding it easier and easier to get used to this kind of scene. well, she kind of was before - you learn how to tone everything down very quickly when you're in a very loud, very popular rock band. she had to learn as soon as she picked up a set of drum sticks. but anyway, she's heard about this place through a friend of a friend and considering her tattoo decided to change color this afternoon? yeah, she's- hiding. hiding is a good word for it.
she's not hermitting in her giant house, at least? she likes to think this is the healthy alternative.
even if "healthy alternative" requires a couple of drinks ( literally just a couple! with things being so nuts out in the city, she doesn't want to be too out of it ) and a long enough time spent bopping around on the dance floor that she's feeling the need to excuse herself to head outside for some cool air for a while. it's just bad timing that she steps backwards to get off the dancefloor at the same time peter heads that way too, but luckily! it just jostles her, cup spilling and it makes her laugh because she was doing so well not spilling it while dancing and now that she's trying to get some air- right. it's funny, to her. funny in a "my adrenaline is pumping and i wasn't expecting that" way. he says let me and she shakes her head, looking down to check the damage. most of it landed on the floor, but it was already pretty grody so nobody's going to be pissed about that, and there's only a small splash on her shirt. could be worse. ]
No, no worries! [ she's kind of yelling but it's only because the music's loud and her hearing's all off from being stuck in the middle of it for so long. ] This was going to be my last one any- way. [ the plan was, originally, reassure this person, and then get outside for that much needed fresh air. she even looks up from her shirt to give him a grin, a 'see? we're cool!' smile, to really make it stick. but. well. ] Water's so cool. [ plans change.
... wait, what did she just say? ]
I mean, a water! Would be great. You should get me a water.
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( Peter positively sags with relief when he realises that the woman isn't about to freak out at him for his clumsiness— which really wasn't clumsiness so much as bad timing— and actually ends up grinning himself at her bright, infectious laugh. She's ... actually kind of gorgeous, too, which is a cute little bonus that he really shouldn't be thinking about, but if there's some part of him that's kind of excited to have not been written off as a loser?
Well, that's between him and God. Not that he's religious. But if he was, it'd be between them. )
Sure, I can get you a water!
( Because they are cool, and Peter gestures for her to follow him through the throng of bodies until they reach the bar. It's not as crowded as the dance-floor but they're still squished up pretty close; their elbows are touching, and her hip is nudging his own—
But then a group of people turn back to the dance-floor with their drinks and all of a sudden thee's room to manoeuvre again. )
Can I get two waters? Big ones?
( He leans close to the barman just to make sure he's heard, then turns just enough to flash a broad smile back at Gwen. )
I'm Peter, by the way! ( Now look who's having to shout. ) What's your name?
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she hangs back when peter leans in to order for them because no way does she want to get comfortable at the bar, they'll just be moving right along as soon as he gets their drinks and who
the hell
told him it was okay to smile at her like that
wait, focus
did he just say his name is peter? of course it's peter. why not? ]
Gwen. [ she stepped in a little closer, just so they don't have to yell, sure. we're gonna go with that. ] Are you new in town? I don't think I've seen you around.
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A new batch of people to torture with this place's stupid rules. ]
Uh, yeah, actually. I think I do.
[ She stands up, popping the spoon in her mouth as she dusts herself off with a hand. The spoon comes out clean as she removes it. ]
Just get here? You look… pretty lost.
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Seriously? That's awesome! I figured it was kind of a long shot, asking a stranger, but ...
( But he realises he's on the verge of rambling and shuts himself up before he can make an idiot of himself. He's usually pretty terrible at talking to people his own age, especially if they happen to be a woman, but in this instance his rumbling stomach is enough to quash that flurry of anxiety that settles in his stomach when he's talking to a cute girl. No doubt it'll return in full force later on, but for now? He's good. )
Yeah, I uh ... woke up here this morning. That obvious, huh?
( As an aside, now that he's noticed what she's eating that gelato looks pretty good too, and Peter makes a mental note to ask where she purchased her cup as a bright smile curves his lips. )
I'm Peter, by the way. It's nice to meet you ... ?
( He lifts his eyebrows in the hope that she'll fill in her name. )
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[ But there's nothing but a tinge of amusement in her voice, waving him to follow in her direction once she starts walking. She hasn't been in herself, but she spends enough time in Fiddler's Square to know where most things are. Even the ones someone wouldn't want mentioned in polite company— or in her case, not at all. ]
Ann. Ann Takamaki. It's nice to meet you, too.
[ She takes another bite of gelato, polite enough to swallow it down before continuing. ]
So… you woke up, had all this stuff explained to you… and the first thing you decided you need is a sandwich?
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There were new people in the city, but she hasn't been able to decide if she wanted to really go greet them or not, not sure if she could really help, but--]
I'm sorry? [Oh god someone was talking to her. She gives Peter a deer-in-headlights sort of look, hands clasped tightly at her chest. When she speaks, there's an obvious British accent] A...A deli? Oh. Um... [She looks around] I-I believe so. [And then she looks sheepish and a bit embarrassed]
I'm sorry, you startled me a little...
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( Peter immediately feels like a bit of a heel for startling the poor woman, and he steps back just a little to show that hey, she can have as much space as she needs, he isn't here to get all up in her business. When that happens, it's just an unfortunate side-effect of being Peter Parker. )
Sorry! ( Permit him a slight wince followed by a sheepish smile. ) Sorry, I guess my stomach kind of ran away with me there. I didn't mean to scare you.
( Wow, between them they could probably turn apologising into an Olympic sport. Still, Peter tries to brighten the conversation by keeping things light and polite: )
Are you new here too? I can ask someone else if you're as lost as me, it's cool.
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I'm not new. [It's said with a little embarrassment, because she realizes she probably doesn't seem all that confident here.] I-I can help you out. Sorry, um...
[She tucks one ankle behind the other and curtsys a little out of habit.] My name is Jennifer. I'll help you find the deli.
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A deli? [Speak of the damn devil. Richie grins bright and big.] Oh I sure do! You betcha! I just got kicked out of one myself, I had the audacity to try paying for my own meal. Would you believe that? Grown ass motherfucker with a four-oh-one-k and a rat hole full of stocks and bonds, buying his own salami on rye. Stupid mistake, how foolish of me.
[He pops his hands on his hips, playacting positivity even through the incessant sling of bullshit.] Tell me kiddo, are you one of the guys with all the perks, or one of the boot-licking bastards left out in the cold like me?
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( At first, Peter is genuinely taken in by the guy's upbeat tone and perky expression, but once he realises he's actually on the receiving end of what is almost certainly a very justifiable rant? His own expression shifts from hopeful to something a little more cautious. He's been through high-school, he knows how this goes. The last thing he wants to do is end up in some kind of scuffle because someone's projecting their frustrations. )
I— um. I'm really sorry, that sounds ...
( Peter just shakes his head a little helplessly, because there's not much he can do about the guy;s situation ... or is there? )
Wait, those people said I'm a dom, so— that means I can buy stuff, right? ( He brightens a little, something pleased and relieved melting away his pinched expression. ) If you show me where the deli is, I could get you ... whatever you want, I guess? As a thank you for helping me out.
( His stomach growls as if on cue, which burns his ears a rosy pink. )
... I'm pretty hungry.
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He loses steam anyway, watching the kid get twitchy under the barrage of shit he's slung at him. He's probably wanting a smoke as bad as he wants a sandwich, and there's no one to blame but his dumb self for that.]
Hungry, huh? I'll bet. I was a tornado at the table when I was your age. [Not that it helped him any. He's five-nine with a broom handle frame. He frowns.] You sure? Here, I'll...
[One hand dips into his pocket. He's only got a pittance on hand but it should be enough for both their fares. Richie glances askance, unsure if even passing the kid money would be seen as some horrific infraction. He keeps the move subtle and quick, patting the coins into the boy's palm and whipping his hand back. No harm no foul.] Take it, it oughtta cover everything. I'll show you the way, just don't say it's from me. I'll wait outside.
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As in a Subway? [ BADUM TISH. there's a small quirk to her lips, because yes, she knows how dumb of a joke it is, but she also looks like the kind of person who would murder you for breathing at her wrong, so... yeah, that's basically Fox in a nutshell.
she does have a soft spot for kids, though, and Peter's sort of preciously lost. it's sick they bring in teenagers his age either way, to a place like this, but here's a hungry kid asking her where to find sandwiches. fox can spare the time to help him out. ]
Haven't seen one, but I can't imagine a universe existing without cold cuts. [ it seems like it should be universal law. things all worlds have: air, water, deli meats, some form of drugs and/or alcohol. point being, she's open to the concept of finding one. stepping out from the stall she'd been peering over, Fox jerks her chin (neck below decorated with a Sub tattoo) towards what looks like a food court a ways away. ]
Come on. Let's look.
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( Peter realises he may have made a mistake when the woman turns her attention on him, because she has the kind of sharp, penetrating stare that he's only seen in people who murder other people for a living. It's kind of chilling, actually, because her expression is juxtaposed with what Peter thinks must be a joke, but what he can't figure out is whether he's supposed to laugh or not.
Which explains his slightly constipated smile. )
I guess so. People are always gonna have to eat, right?
( So maybe she's right about the cold cuts. Her tone brokers no refusal when she jerks her head with that "come on", either, so Peter just mentally shrugs and follows along until they're in step with one another. )
... I'm Peter.
( This time when he smiles it's a little less pained, and a little more open. )
Peter Parker.
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But she is what she is, and there’s not sense to changing that. If people are meant to be with her, they will be, regardless of her attitude or composure. Fate and faith have been the core of her motivation for a very long time. ]
Hello, Peter Peter Parker. [ Said with a smooth tone, with a lilt of amusement, and that slightly curved half-smile. ]
I’m Fox.
[ no, that’s not her real name, but no, she’s not going to be sharing her real name. ‘Fox’ is all that needs to matter to anyone else. ]
Thought most kids your age liked pizza better.
NETWORK/ un: parkerp
Okay.
I just had to get it out of my system.
I think I know what experiments you need to do and the good news is that I have some equipment in my apartment. The bad news is that I'm a stranger talking to you on a network, who happens to share your name. And honestly? Not the most safe-sounding set-up.
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We have the same name and we're both kind of boring
I knew I should have gone with pskywalker
( But really, what are the chances of running into another Peter Parker? Wait— don't answer that yet. )
And no offence but
I'm not gonna go to some guy's apartment just because he thinks he's psychic and knows what I wanna do
And has the stuff I need to do it
I watched those videos in school, I know what happens when people do that
But if you know where I can get some equipment of my own, that'd be awesome!
Again, no offence
I just don't wanna be murdered
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( NETWORK ) text — un: widow
try not to be so transparent, parker.
you might be a dominant but the LIEs staff are watchful.
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Looks like I still have a thing or two to learn from you guys, huh?
( Spider-Man is the only secret he's ever really had to keep in his life, after all, and in all honesty? It's kind of amazing no-one has figured it out there's something going on beyond 'Stark Internship drama'. His lies are crappy, his poker face is non-existent, and he's pretty sure the only no one has asked any more questions about his behaviour is because it'd be so unlike Peter to lie in the first place. )
This whole dominant and submissive thing is crazy
I mean I can't be too mad since I think I get a cool apartment and stuff, but
I dunno it's still pretty gross
Which one are you?
Is anyone else here?
network | text; un: falcon
you're probably not gonna like some of the responses you get
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Actually
Everyone's been cool about it so far
Someone even said he'd lend me his equipment, which is pretty neat
PS I can't believe you're here too, Mr. WIlson
Are you okay?
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Which exactly the kind of problem when you look out of your element, are a young girl and blond haired blue eyed etc etc. It's hell.
So getting a drink spilled on her is actually not the worst part of the night. It's why she can't even be mad, as this is much better than everything else she's endured. ]
De nada! [ Though this is probably the only dress she has, given the lack of resources Submissives have. RIP, dress. ] I am certain there is a means to cleanse it. [ Clean it... she means clean it. ]