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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!! |




Gaku Yaotome | IDOLiSH7 | Dominant
[Being on a train isn't wholly unfamiliar for Gaku, but he'll admit if lightly pressed that he much prefers to drive. Seems he doesn't have a choice here, especially since he's new, this is weird, and everything about the last few hours has been moderately freaky. In so many ways.
He watches the other passengers more than the scenery, though quick glances at it are allowed here and there, and he snaps a picture or two with his camera halfheartedly. He'll take it in more on the ride back than the ride out. For now, he wants to see if there are any familiar faces. Vaguely, he hopes there aren't. It wouldn't suit anyone he knows at all to be in this predicament, no even really himself. He's an idol, not a lover, certainly not a kinky one! But he'll at least appear to be taking it in stride as he offers a winning smile to the person who takes a seat beside him. It's a bit empty of meaning, but it looks sincere enough. The smile of a man who sells happiness for a living. Not bad, but maybe if you're astute enough, you'll see it's acting.]
Good afternoon. Am I taking up too much space?
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I choose the third door.
[Gaku didn't know what to expect when he stepped in here, but the thrum of music is somehow the most soothing think that's happened since he arrived. It's unfettered and unforced, and he feels better about just being himself. Well, as much as he can be when he can't retreat into the idol persona. That said, Gaku takes the whole thing as a challenge. To not be curt and cold out of self defense. To be warm and welcoming and idol-like, to bring smiles to whoever he meets.
In the spirit of such, he joins the random lottery. He wanders the club, observing everyone and everything, his own outfit looking comfortably casual. He's concerned it's too casual, but like hell was he going to wear one of his idol outfits in a club. He has to play down his identity and blend in, for now. Though he barely sips at it, he gets a drink for appearances.
A while later, he receives the message. A name and description. And when he finds that person, he'll raise his glass slightly and offer a smile that can only be described as sexy.]
Well, won't we make an interesting pair?
table it for later
[Other things, Gaku could handle. Other things, Gaku could blend in or at least pretend--he's an idol, after all, and a persona is an important part of it. But this? This kind of goes above and beyond, and he's wondering, as he watches the woman sink to the floor, just what the hell he's been thrown into and how he can ostensibly skate by unscathed. Unchanged. He'll go with the flow to a degree, but he can't imagine just yet his own ability to make someone do something like the act he's witnessing. But that's it, isn't it? That's what he's here for, to overcome the discomfort and find a way to make do. He's assigned a role, and like an actor, like an entertainer, he's here to provide. He won't dance like a marionette, but he will assuredly study and take in all the information he can to get by.
He sees someone who looks just as out of place as he does, but who is obviously a Submissive, and makes his way over to them casually, comfortably. He doesn't want to look overly eager. But he'll be blunt about the situation.]
...It's a little out there, isn't it? What do you think?
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[Anything goes! Message me at
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She smiles and plays with her long hair with one finger, her free hand wrapped under her chest.]
I think we do, darling, would you like to spend some time with me?
*___* CAMILLA
Well, she's certainly pretty, he'll give her that. But what else?]
I might be convinced. [His tone is flirtatious, with that edge of coldness proper in a "cool" type of idol.] I'm Gaku. Nice to meet you.
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[Her smile grows wider, and oh boy, is this a challenge?]
Camilla, mind if we find a place to sit and chat?
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[Oh it is a challenge. Gaku is very targeted with who he's nice to, but being an idol means he knows how to fake it. He just might warm up with the right coaxing, though. He smiles, not quite echoing her own, and gestures to an empty table a few feet away.]
Is this convenient, or do you have something else in mind?
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[She looks at the table and nods.]
This is quite alright, we need to learn a bit about each other, don't you think?
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[Though he's more accustomed to having to stay away from beautiful women unless he's working with them, he offers Camilla a hand to guide her over to the table, much like a dance partner taking their chosen out to the floor for a turn. If she doesn't take it, it's not a problem, and he'll take it in stride. But once they're both seated, it's clear that he's not as relaxed as he sounds. A tension is obvious, like he's not sure what to do next. Compliment her? Make small talk? Grill her about their situation, maybe? For a moment, he's indecisive, then he smiles again.]
You have lovely hair, Camilla.
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End in the discord....
But the moment the name "Gaku Yaotome" pops up on his screen, the mild confusion he feels immediately turns into pure, absolute horror. Gaku Yaotome? Here? Not just in the city in general, but in this very nightclub? What did he do to deserve this?!
Frankly, there's a part of him that wants to turn around and run out the door. Whether this is a joke or not, if Gaku's actually here, there are so many implications about being in this place that Sougo is positive that he won't be able to have anything resembling a normal conversation. On the other hand, he can't just leave if his senior is actually here! And he can't deny that it would be nice to see a familiar face.
But before he can decide on anything, that far too sultry voice reaches his ears, and Sougo immediately startles to the point that he nearly drops his glass as he turns around.]
Yaotome-san?!
[ Come on, stay calm! It's just the no. 1 sexiest man in Japan, no big deal...]
I... I wasn't expecting to see you here.
[Yes. Nailed it. Perfect. (Please save him.)]
no saving this boy
He gets the implications. What this guy must be going through. Their ages aren't so different, but Gaku can't help feeling the slightest bit protective of IDOLiSH7, in his own strange way. It's not right, and for the first time he's genuinely pissed off at this place. But before he can really process that, pale hair and violet eyes are looking up at him, and he can't help a
sexyfriendly smile.]Ousaka.
[Gaku's eyes travel down to his neck, quite obviously inspecting...]
How're you holding up?
Just dig his grave now, it's fine.
I've been doing well. ["Well." He doesn't sound terribly confident, which he immediately realizes.] Thankfully, I'm in a fortunate position, so I've been able to take care of myself. Ah, that is...
[A quick glance is enough to tell him that Gaku is a dominant as well (and really, what else would he be?), so if nothing else, he'll be able to get by on a base level without much trouble.
Come on, Sougo, breathe!]
Have you been here long? It's hard to believe that we managed to run into each other like this.
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A look confirms that Sougo is a Dominant, and that's surprising to Gaku, in ways, but also not. He can't confirm or deny the man's bedroom tendencies, and now that he's thinking about them he doesn't want to think about them, so there goes that train of thought right out the window.
But back to the matter at hand.]
Not long. Days. I've been through all kinds of... orientations or whatever, but I'm still confused as hell. Is anyone else here that you know?
Pull the TRIGGER.
So yes, his smile may be real, but the tension he's giving off is also thick enough to be cut with a knife.]
I see... I haven't been here that long either, but it hasn't got any less confusing for me during my time here. I can try to answer any questions you have, though I'm probably not the best person to ask.
["Not long" isn't a lie, but he isn't being completely truthful about the time, either...]
I haven't run into anyone else I know, but there are other idols here that have treated me kindly.
pew pew
He's about to offer Ousaka a drink when he remembers that's not the best idea in the world, and he looks around for a quiet place for them to retreat to. Nodding his head that way, he motions for Ousaka to head to the table with him.]
I won't ask much, don't worry. Honestly, tonight I don't feel like knowing. This is as close to getting away from everything as it gets here, right? That's what I heard. [He takes a seat.] I shouldn't be relieved to see a familiar face, but I am.
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lies travel in company
He's learned how to spot them. The edges of unhappiness, tight misery or fear, on those who could pull on masks of expression.
Asra extended his hand with a smile. ]
You should likely take up more room. With an air of casual imperiousness; that's roughly what'll be expected of you.
I'm Asra.
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I'll keep that in mind, Asra. I'm Gaku. You don't stand too much on ceremony, do you?
[Gaku's eyes cast around at the other Submissives, who seem far less bold.]
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The cooler tone doesn't bother him. The corners of his eyes crinkle with an earnest smile. ]
I like ceremony well enough! I'm just not a wilting lickspittle who'll sit, stay, and heel all because some sex-obsessed madmen wanted to give me a tattoo.
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But being close to someone who's an oddly sensual experience, visually stimulating, scented finely... Gaku in his expensive aftershave and cologne feels utterly basic. It's kind of refreshing. But he doesn't let it get to him, of course. He's not that much of a wilting flower himself.]
Good. I was worried someone was going to come up and try to lick my shoes or something. I don't think I'd be able to handle that.
[Half a joke, half actual disinterest in the whole thing.]
Have you been here long?
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Someone will probably try. Don't blame them: Submissives can't so much as buy food without a Dominant's permission. You'll need to contract, unless you want to be reduced to their station: keep your eyes open. You'll learn more about the most of them in this first week than whole months that follow.
[ His chin lifted a little at the second question; the light caught the rolled edge of his golden choker, making it glint. ]
Almost half a year.
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Also, he can't help thinking Asra would make a magnificent idol. Who knows if he can sing or dance, but he's certainly got a raw kind of charisma simmering that Gaku notes and maybe even admires.]
Ah, right. The contract. They're really strict about that. I'm not even sure where to start. It's a damn--[He catches himself cursing and pauses, then restarts.] It's confusing. For people like me. I don't know how you've navigated it for that long. I'm guessing it gets easier?
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table it for later, kind of,
for someone who's used to being the centre of attention, all eyes on him in the middle of a large stage, tenn seems mostly content to blend into the background for once, his face still impassive as he watches the... demonstrations with a critical, almost analytical eye. it's not like he's uncomfortable, he's figured out the implications upon arriving here and he's the kind of person to grit his teeth and go along with things for the sake of professionalism, although he definitely is keeping his thoughts to himself for the most part.
but then gaku sidles up to him, and it's an atrocious attempt at being casual - you need to work on it, gaku - but tenn decides to humour him anyway, letting out a soft snort before turning to gaku, expression as unreadable as ever. ]
Really, Gaku? Is that all you can say?
bless
Gaku cares about his group members. He just doesn't like being explicit about it. But, fine. If Tenn is going to look down on his attempt here, he'll just take matters into his own hands.]
What? Did you want me to offer to practice with you?
[Deadpan.]
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Are you offering?
[ blunt as ever, and tenn cocks his head tothe side, the gesture measured, intentional, far too rehearsed to be accidental. ]
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Also, that challenge is ugly and Gaku will absolutely rise to it because he's insanely good at taking Tenn's bait sometimes.]
I could.
[He looks Tenn over, his own heart dropping into his stomach. What's really messing Gaku is the debate raging in his head. He... actually does need to figure this stuff out, right? And what's less sensible than doing it with someone safe?
Lord, it makes his head hurt, and he covers his eyes for a moment before looking down at Tenn sternly.]
Do you think you can do it?
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but tenn smiles, and it's softer, a little bit more genuine--
(because for a moment he thought that gaku would reject him, even if he'd known that gaku wouldn't)
--and when gaku covers his eyes for a moment, tenn can't help but laugh, before he adjusts his scarf once again, meeting gaku's stern gaze with an amused one of his own. ]
Who do you think you're talking to? I'm a professional.
[ you're talking to someone who managed to replicate one of idolish7's dance routines by only watching it once, and despite how bored he looked earlier he had been paying attention, actually. ]
Just, not here. I don't think you'd be comfortable with that many people watching, either.
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I get it, and I agree. Come on. They said there's private rooms, right?
[Without consulting Tenn, without making further conversation, he turns to the attendant making their way around the gathered watchers.]
We'll rent a room. [He turns to Tenn.] Take one of the workbooks. We're gonna need it.
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