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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!! |
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Still, heaven help the Dominant who contracts this malak, though. Rest in pieces. ]
Yeah, we will.
[ Plenty of time for rematches if one or the other isn't pleased with the outcome, too.
With his glass empty, however, Rokurou pushes to his feet, stretching this way and that before planting his hands firmly on his hips. ]
So, we blowin' this place or what?
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Eizen sees the other standing as he looks at his half-empty bottle of rum. Dude, he can't leave without his alcohol. But morals are nothing to him as he grabs a lid to cap it and pick it up by the neck, then downs whatever he had left in his glass. Like hell he's going to waste good rum. Soon, he's standing to join the other.]
Sounds good to me. Lead the way.
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Alright then. One down, four more to go, right?Honestly, why not contract with someone who's already doomed in his own right? Makes sense to Rokurou. But that's another conversation for another time. ]You know, for being sub-par drink, you sure seem attached to it.
[ Not that he's calling you out or anything. Pirates always complain about the rum being gone, after all, don't they? ]
They've got better stuff in the Up, guaranteed. [ And then he gestures with one hand, aiming to lead Eizen out. ]
Speaking of which, since we're gonna be in the neighborhood, I may as well show you where the dojo is.
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[That place was already making him insane with the subpar living accommodations and the awful food and drink. If he can't even have his one vice, he might just go and rage. The last thing this place needs is an actual dragon because malevolence got the better of him due to lack of alcohol.
However, Rokurou's words definitely make him perk up.]
I'll take your word for it. [They've shared drinks before and while their tastes are different, there's still a respect for someone who enjoys a good hard drink of high quality.]
Of course there's a dojo here. Have you found a few sparring partners, yet?
[Or 'sparring' partners, if you know what I mean? But let's be real, Eizen means the clean version, sadly.]
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[ Okay, so they definitely need to fix this, especially because Rokurou’s “roommate” seems, uh... pretty adept at taking said dragons down, sadly. And this daemon swordsman’s seen about enough of that to have long ago had his fill, thanks. ]
Yeah, of course I have. Just because this place has other ideas on how I should spend my time doesn’t mean I’m gonna neglect my training.
[ Speaking of training, it’s gonna be a train ride back to the Up, Eizen, whether literally or figuratively. Hang onto your hat. ]
Sometimes you gotta throw in a little something extra to sweeten the deal... [ A beat. ] ...And sometimes it just happens. But, either way, I’ve had no shortage.
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Sadly, it does. I must have angered some higher powers to deserve this. [He laughs a bit derisively.]
And good to know. I get the feeling I'll need to blow some steam that way and that feeling seems like it's pretty mutual. [Or you know, other things could be blown, but that is not here or now.]
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As for blowing things other than steam, Rokurou’s never tried that, himself. (#Dominantperks, perhaps?) But if there exists a man he’d try it for...
Well, that’s another conversation for another time, yes indeed. Especially since the daemon’s mind isn’t even on that track at the moment thanks to the current course of conversation. Always remember: Fighting > Fucking. ]
Yep! You get me.
[ They exit the pop-up club and head out then, stalking off toward the nearest train station. ]
Plus, there’s no better way to spend the morning, if you ask me.
[ Is that meant to heavily imply that Rokurou might be the type down for a little morning wake-up call, so to speak? Maybe. ]
By the way, if you’re looking for a challenge, there’s a guy here who says he uses artes like ours, somewhere around here. [ Yuri fucking Lowell. ] Haven’t fought him yet, but he’s on my list.
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[Listen, he knows more than enough about humans to know some people enjoy getting frisky. He's pretty sure it'll never happen to him, nor does he care for it to happen, but poking fun at this society will help him keep his mind off things.
And ugh, back to the train. He didn't like a lot of stuff he saw on the ride, but what can he do? Granted, they're not there yet, but there is a sense of dread of being treated less than human, so to speak.]
A challenge, you say? Maybe I'll have to seek that out if I feel the need to.
[Like, you know, vent his frustrations when he gets really upset because it's going to happen and everyone knows it.]
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And those people would be the ones you gotta sweeten the deal for. Give 'em a little, bang for their buck, I guess you could say.
[ Yeah, like it's really any inconvenience to offer post-spar consolation sex. Right. ]
'If you feel the need to'? Didn't you just say you'll have steam to blow off? [ He cups his chin playfully. ] Knowing you, it's probably better to spread that out among a few people.
[ He's paying a compliment, however oddly-phrased. ]
...Unless you think just one'll do, for now.
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[And while he might be against, you know, selling his body for all sorts of reasons that make him rage, it sounds like something that could work in his favor. Maybe. It's going to take some time to figure out, if he's being honest.]
And I figured you would be enough now for that. [He means fighting, but he'll think about other things as well, come as things may. There's a shrug as he shakes his head before crossing his arms.]
I haven't a clue how my curse will affect people here, either, so it's something I need to tread lightly on. [In other words, he knows Rokurou knows how to handle his weird curse.]
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So he’s still sidestepping the spread of that curse, is he? Ah, Eizen -- only just fresh off the boat, and already fully planning on quarantining himself. Maybe Rokurou should tell him about those quotas he’s gonna have to make every month...
Maybe. But he also values his life, so... another time, then. That works too. ]
Well, if you’re gonna threaten me with a good time, I guess I’ll have to accept. [ And yes, they’re still talking about fighting.
But the glee in that is lost on their arrival at the daemon’s home base, so to speak; albeit only the bottom floor. Just forty some-odd to go! By elevator, of course -- and there’s one now.
Rokurou casts Eizen a playful, sideward glance. This’ll be good. ]
Oh man, you’re gonna love these things.
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let's be real it's totally happened before to him.]I'm always here to threaten everyone with a good time. [And he's even aware of how those words become very twisted here. Part of it is him accepting this are the rules he's been given now and Eizen's favorite past time is breaking rules and seeing what kinds of wanted posters for him end up getting posted. He also might be cracking his knuckles here a bit because he is a bit riled up and wants to fight things because fucking hell, this shit pisses him off!
But then the elevator... He just kind of stares at it then stares of Rokurou.]
What is this?
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In the meantime, there’s a perk of a brow at that comment. Rokurou knows what he means, sure, but--]
I’d be careful about saying that too loudly in the wrong company. [ As though implying Rokurou is the right company? Please. ] Not many minds here work like our own.
[ Once more calling back to that ‘fighting over fucking’ priority list, a sure rarity in the city.
But, moving on to address that cheerful ’ding!’ and the opening of doors with a too-glib chortle and a grin that smug cats fail to imitate, Rokurou steps forward and inside the elevator car. ]
The fastest way to climb forty-one flights of stairs, that’s what. [ Gesturing for Eizen to follow him: ] You’ll see.
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No, I completely understand. [Dude, he may not be human but he's not naive. Granted a lot of human pleasures are things he's just recently learned in his thousand yearlong life. The pleasure he'd like to get to know best is the emotional happiness known as a 'family', but lmfao, life pretty much said 'fuck you' to that and here he is. Somehow.
Stupid curse.
But his thought process is distracted by the ding of the elevator as he looks into the tiny room curiously. What in tarnation in that?]
What...?
[Well, best to just follow the daemon in and see what happens. There's so many buttons and contraptions in here that Eizen simply puts his hands in his pockets because the last thing he wants to do is mess things up by touching something. And there's a 100% chance he'd mess something up if he touched it.]
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...Huh. He kinda wants to see it now, just to know if it’s possible. To see what it's like.
But anyway. ]
Just trust me. [ A beat, and he presses the number for his floor, prompting the doors to gently, serenely slide shut with another ‘ding’ of acknowledgement. ] ...And you might wanna grab that handrail. If your first time’s anything like mine, you’re gonna wish you had.
[ That moment when the STRANGE CONTRAPTION SKYROCKETING YOU INTO THE AIR IN A BOX?! feel hits. Mhm. Yep. Good times. ]
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So yes, Rokurou sounds like the perfect first victim for that and Eizen would not feel guilty one bit if things went awry.
Anyway, elevator time. He doesn't quite need Rokurou's words in time so when the small room starts moving he's definitely doing everything to keep his balance and ends up grabbing a rail just to keep standing.]
What on earth is this?
[Listen, he's used to floors being unsettled because he's spent so much time on a ship, but this is something totally new.]
Rokurou, what the hell's going on?
[Eizen rarely loses his cool, but right now? He's kind of losing it.]
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For now, it’s elevator time, indeed. Life would be much easier for Eizen if he’d just wait and let the faithful Trust Box do its job, but... nope. As expected, he has approximately zero chill. No more, no less.
...Okay, maybe less. ]
Faster than stairs, that’s what it is.
[ Alright, at some point, he’s going to have to give a proper explanation of this device.
...but this point is not that point. Sorry, Eizen. ]
Just hang on, it’ll be over in a minute.
[ And indeed it is; except, not on the right floor? With a cheerful ‘ding!’ the elevator stops on -- naturally -- the thirteenth floor. No big deal, this has happened before; but the doors open to reveal no one standing there this time. Huh. Creepy.
In case the malak decides to make a break for it, Rokurou rather instinctively throws out a staying arm, as if cueing him to hold his place, (psh, like that’ll really work if Eizen sees fit to leave). ]
Hold on, we’re not there yet.
[--and with that, he presses the ‘door close’ button on the console.
Thirteenth floor: Intimates, tacky shoes, cat memes. Going up...! ]
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It takes him a little time to gain his balance and stand properly in one of these tiny rooms as it moves, but almost as soon as he does it stops and the door opens. Naturally, Eizen is about to leave, but the signal from Rokurou is all he needs to stay put.]
Is this normal?
[It's not even curiosity. It's a question laced in slight doubt. He's not questioning how good the Trust Box is. He's questioning if his curse could very well be in play already because he's far too used to this shit happening.]
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Well. Yes and no.
[ Has it happened before? Yes. Is it probably the product of Eizen’s curse, this time around? Maybe. But they’ll keep it positive for the moment. Doors closing, please wait.
The elevator car seals up and moves onward and upward, as requested. However, it doesn’t get all that far -- to floor 27, this time -- before history repeats, and the doors open cheerfully to show no one there. Rokurou lets out a somewhat defeated sigh. ]
...Okay, now it’s not.
[ But they’re just gonna ride this out, right? So he presses the ‘door close’ button again, in the hopes of actually making progress on this third try, which should be the charm. ]
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[Because at this rate the stairs are bound to be faster and a lot less cursed. Eizen simply sighs since he’s aware this is definitely his curse at play. Good to know it’s still a thing here and it’s still going to mess up everyday life as he knows it.
Maybe there is a small blessing in being a submissive because as a dominant he may never get to his living quarters. Even if he technically doesn’t need one except to stash whatever treasures he finds.]
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Yeah. It can't hurt.
[ Oh boy is he ever wrong about that one.
The elevator seals itself once again, and with a cheerful 'ding!', they ascend. But this time, it's slow going -- as in, the daemon can watch the floors pass by a bit too slowly for his taste, all while the faithful Trust Box begins to groan and whine alarmingly. Finally, it grinds to a halt, just shy of floor 31.
Welp. They almost made it...
An alarm bell sounds once, and the lights overhead flicker and burn out en masse, save for one. The word "ERROR" written in red LED font flashes on the screen where the floor number used to be, and the control panel below goes dark.
Yet, amid all of this, all Rokurou can do is chuckle, seemingly to himself, and pat Eizen once on the shoulder. ]
The Reaper's Curse strikes again, huh? [ Heh. ] Alright, stairs it is!
[ A breath out, and he'll pull "Stormhowl" from his back. Not to draw the blade, no; but it's just the right height for the tip of the handle to pop open a service access in the ceiling, when lifted. ]
Looks like the only way out is through. You ready?
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Every single time.
If he didn't know better, he'd almost swear Rokurou found amusement at the situation. C'mon, no one would ever miss this, surely.]
Of course it would affect us at the time it's most inconvenient. [At least if they were able to climb the stairs there wouldn't be trouble. This is going to be pretty cumbersome from the looks of it as he watches the daemon pop open something in the ceiling.]
Yeah, I guess I'm ready. [Said as he decides to take his coin out of his pocket and give it a standard flip. It's tails, no one even needs to look.] I'll follow you. [He can definitely jump and reach through there, but he wouldn't know which direction to go, so...]
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...That’s another conversation for another time. (A very long, very drunk conversation, indeed.) There are a lot of questions surrounding the whole thing that the swordsman hesitates to ask, even if he’s had weeks -- nearly a month, honestly -- to process everything.
Anyway, at a height disadvantage here, it takes the daemon backing up a couple of steps and making a semi-jogging, sincere, earnest jump for the ceiling to get both hands on either side of the service access. From there, however, he’s got more than enough upper body strength available to pull himself up by the metaphorical bootstraps and get his ridiculous hakama-clad ass up through the opening. From there, one can hear a dusting of hands and a notable exhale. ]
Not a bad workout, actually. [ And then, an arm pops down through that hole, hand extended directly to (what he can see of) Eizen. ] Here -- grab hold, I’ll help you up.
[ He knows Eizen can do it “his damn self”. But, clearly, since they’re fulfilling the roles of antiheroes in some kind of ridiculous action flick now in climbing on top of elevator cars like this, Rokurou’s gotta play the part of the dirty buddy cop and at least offer aid to his cohort. ]