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TDM #4 ( revised )

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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!!

» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

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here we are again, dominant housing.

[ Is she kidnapped? She's totally kidnapped, which, you know, wouldn't be the first time she's gotten herself mixed in some bizarro heap of trouble, so no surprises there, but the real kicker is finding herself not in Purgatory, eased into some sort of scientific research program, and apparently being treated as anything but a captive when they have her cruising through town in a limo. There are plenty of worst ways to be kidnapped, right? At the very least, she isn't so swooned by the nifty transport that she'll drink the champagne presented for her inside, or gnaw on those scrumptious looking strawberries, because she'd like to believe she has some sense of control, at least an improvement to her sister who'd no doubt be gobbling those down right now.

Oh, shoot — Wynonna. Where the hell's Wynonna?

She'll have to proceed with that search later once she's dropped in front of a huge skyscraper that's essentially supposed to be where she's meant to be housed. And maybe she's spent way too long in her little town, but she's a little struck by the height, neck stretching back to admire the height that she's never had the chance to stand face to face with herself. ] Holy cow. [ She mutters before she finds herself guided through the lobby, directed to use the main elevator ahead.

Only once she's inside, she's met with a surplus of numbers and buttons, coming to the realization that she has no idea where she's actually going. As luck would have it, the doors soon open again, with someone stepping into the elevator beside her, leaving her to sport her best Waverly smile, all sweetness on display. ]

Oh, hey, hi! Do you live here? You look like you live here. Do you know if there's, I don't know, some directory or something for the rooms here? Can't tell if I'm on the next floor or the hundredth, y'know?

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[ If she's going to be stuck here, she's at least gonna figure her own way out of it. Maybe she's still no pro at the Black Badge ass-kicking stuff, but damn it, she's getting there, and she'll do what she has to do to escape the damsel profile and wait to be saved. Besides, she's got a few expert stealthy methods under her belt, gathering enough intel on an apparent secret nightclub, complete with password, which might just be the kind of place you want to go to get some deeper dirt.

She can slip on a little something nice, hike up the skirt a few notches, and flash a classic smile, privy to earning a few lingering glances. If it takes blending in, she can probably manage that much, even if her glances a lot shiftier than they probably should be, looking around the place like she's got a mission, even if instincts kick in to play it cool whenever someone turns to face her way — flash that smile, flash that smile.

She'll even toss her name to be paired off, eventually being guided to meet her apparent "partner" for the night (she really hopes they mean dance partner because, oh boy), to which she'll hold out her hand politely when they're brought together. ] Hey, there! Waverly. That's me. Waverly Earp. Neat place, huh? [ Small talk. That could work. Get them eased into that casual conversation before she jumps in for the bite on better intel to finally get her places. ]

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« Name: Waverly Earp
« Handle: waves
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anyone ever deal with weird supernatural things?
you know, like demons and that kind of stuff?

anyone get those vibes here?

not that i do.
just a super vague, very hypothetical question!

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[ It's been a long damn night.

It's the kind of late where somehow, suddenly, it's back to being day again and Wynonna is currently shuffling back to the high-rise after working a double at the bar, shoulders hunched against the chill and hands shoved deep into the pockets of her coat, her face half-buried in the scarf wrapped around her neck — seriously, when did it get so freaking cold around here, it's starting to majorly bum her out. Winter sads are no joke, and beyond that, she's the level of tired where she's definitely starting to hear voices, because she pushes her way through the front door and into the lobby and suddenly she picks up on the sound of a very specific one, chipper in a way that can cut through any bad mood and ohmygod that's Waverly —

It's her goddamn little sister, and she's standing on the elevator, and of course the doors are already starting to close when Wynonna tries to start sprinting from a dead stop, because that's the kind of luck she's been having today. ]

Waverly? Waverly!

[ She's trying to reach her before the doors slide shut and in a sudden impulse, she just flings herself against the elevator, throwing one arm out desperately to slide it in the slowly closing space with an audible thump and an equally audible son of a punctuated by a soft ding, and then the doors finally slide open again to reveal Wynonna standing there, slightly out of breath as she manages a weak croak of a greeting. ]

Hold the door?

[ She's gawking at the buttons, in awe of just how damn many there are, and she's pretty sure she's supposed to know where she's going, and maybe they gave her a number when they brought her in, but maybe she also just assumed it was some code and didn't actually memorize it considering the weird set of circumstances she was suddenly thrown in. Come on, Waverly, get it together.

And then, of course, she's hearing her sister shout out her name, instinctively prompting her to roll her eyes with a frantic way of her hand, not looking up from her focused task. ]

Give me a sec, Wynonna, I'm trying to remember the —

[ Wait, hold on.

Her eyes dart up, growing wide in surprise at the sudden sight of her sister's darting body, barely having time to process it together before the elevator doors begin to shut, a loud squeaking cry escaping her lips. Hands coat her mouth when she hears the undeniable thump that indicates some level of injury before the doors rumble open again to reveal Wynonna still in mostly decent shape.

She gasps again, reaching over to grab at her shoulders, dragging her in beside her. ] Oh, God! Wynonna! Are you okay? [ Her eyes dart over her as if expecting to see more wounds than an actual elevator door can provide. ] You're here! You're here. Wait, why are you here? Why are we here?

[ Waverly has questions. Waverly needs answers. Waverly needs answers and she'll get them but right now, all Wynonna can do is just look at her sister and gape openly, because she's here. She's here and she's real and definitely not a hallucination — oh no, oh God, she's here, in this terrible place that Wynonna had prayed more than anything would spare the rest of them, even if it meant staying here longer than she'd like.

So Waverly doesn't get an answer right away; instead, she gets pulled into a big hug, Wynonna's arms sliding tight around her and holding her close, completely unaware of anyone else they might be sharing the elevator with who's been unexpectedly subjected to the latest Earp family reunion. ]

You spastic, beautiful, wonderful human, you. [ She can set aside the fact that Waves is here now and she's going to have to figure out the best way to handle it, but at this very second all she can do is hold on to the one person who matters most (aside from that other, tiny existing secret, of course).

At this point, though, her sister is probably starting to have trouble breathing, a fact Wynonna remains blissfully ignorant of as she continues to squeeze — and then eases back to hold Waverly at arm's length, giving her a thorough once-over and noting with a brief expression of relief the lack of a mark running down her throat. Small mercies. ] You okay? They didn't hurt you, right? [ In other words: she doesn't need to go and kick anyone's ass? ]

waverly earp | wynonna earp | dominant

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