duplicitymemes | TDM #4 ( revised )

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TDM #4 ( revised )

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« « « 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!!

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We can get that sorted for you.

[Love isn't earned, is the crux of their miscommunication.

She pulls him down to smack a kiss on his forehead, then resumes climbing. It's the next landing up, and she leads him to her half of the hall easy enough.]

...remember; the dogs are here, so be wary of nipping and whatnot.

[Perhaps one of these days he may even come to accept that.

For now, he allows her to pull him down for that kiss before once again unbending. Follows her up vaguely sheepishly, but following all the same.]

Those dogs. They never were very friendly.

[He says it absently.]

They weren't raised right. I've undone what I could, since I started working at the palace.

[She unlocks the door and they are immediately treated to the sight of two gorgeous white hounds, sprawled out and snoozing regally in a white pile on the couch.]

...lazy brats. Pepi's around somewhere; either in our room or the spare one.

[But she heads to the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets and fridge until she gets a couple bottles of beer and an entire handle of rum.]

So. Is this a glasses sort of day, or a straight-from-the-source sort?

[So she says, but he gives the dogs a wide and vaguely wary berth regardless. Instead his focus falls on her apartment, eye roving appraisingly over the size of the space, the furniture, all the trappings. Looking out for all the signs that she truly is doing well here, that she's as happy and settled as one can be when one has been kidnapped and thrust into a strange and disturbing new world.

He casts his glance back over the angle of his shoulder, though, when she asks her question, and finally there's the reappearance of his curved-blade smile.]

Oh, straight from the source, most definitely.

[All over, there are signs of Portia's touch; the furniture is provided, but there's an assortment of knickknacks, hand-made blankets, and some other touches that are notably hers; familiar enough, compared to her cottage. Aside from that, there's a great deal of books, and a few darker, more masculine creature comforts here and there.]

Good man.

[She slides the rum across the counter at him, and twists open a beer for herself.]

To reunions.

[And it's...nice. It is. she seems comfortable and well set up here, and that settles something inside of him, one small worry he can dispense with. Despite everything, all his clattering confusion and head-spinning concern, the sharper edges of the conversation in the stairway, the news that Lucio walks amongst them-- well. There's a small swell of pride at her capability, the fact that she has managed to assert herself here and thrive.

He snatches up the handle between long fingers, lifts it jauntily to toast her.]

To reunions, and to much needed drinks.

[And he pulls the stopper free, knocks back several deep and needy mouthfuls.]

[She tips her drink to him in turn, and takes a long, long pull of it herself.]

The first few days are always weird as anything, from what I remember; orientation and a bunch of explanation and the weird technology...

[He nods, finally setting the bottle back down as he lets out a breath that sounds as though it has been held for an age. It's how he feels, anyway-- as though he's been holding his breath since the moment of arrival, tense and balanced on a knife's edge. A modicum of that tension seems to drain out of him now, however, as the rum burns a warm path along his throat, acts to quiet something in him.]

That's better. And yes...it's all been quite overwhelming. I feel like I could sleep for a week.

[This coming from the man who rarely sleeps, it attests to his mental exhaustion.]

...well, I haven't heard very good things about the beds down there. Hold on a second.

[She rummages through the drawers before coming up with a pouch of metal tokens, painted gold and with a four-pointed star cut into the center.]

Here, take these; the Vesuvian has Submissive-only baths. There's comfy couches and chairs to nap in, and food that will keep for a while and fill you up if you sneak it out. ...just in case.

[He takes another long pull of rum whilst she rummages, looks up when she holds something out to him in the palm of his hand. He looks troubled though, vaguely. Shakes his head.]

You don't need to do that, Pasha. Really, I'll be all right.

[Because its a difficult thing to accept help when he's accustomed to playing the opposite roll, even if on some level he already knows he's being ridiculous. That, cut off from all means of supporting himself, he could likely use all the help he can get.]

I do.

[She speaks up very firmly.]

This is... alright, secret time. This isn't just big brother privilege or familial charity or... whatever has you in knots. Leo's helping me get the books straight, but you... you might have noticed it's pretty hard for any Submissive to get much respect or any resources of worth, around here. ...or, you will soon. Asra and... the previous Ilya, they used these 'promotional' packages themselves, but they also spread them around.

[She prods him, hard.]

I want to make sure you're able to get a good meal and a nice hot bath, sure, but I also want to pay forward the kindness that a certain pair of orphaned urchins received back in the day. And now you won't have any excuse not to come visit me, either.

[And he has noticed, hasn't been here long but has already begun to understand the extent of his position here, that he's been rendered entirely dependent on the good will (or perhaps something worse than that) than those who have been arbitrarily placed above him, and whilst he isn't exactly upset by it, he can see how it could come to pose a problem.

And her points are all logical and well-made, she won't be out of pocket from helping him out, and it isn't all about him either (which helps to soften his resolve a little - the clever girl knows what to say to wear away at the usual difficulties he has in accepting assistance, it seems.).

The hard prod draws a bright yelp from him and he makes a show of rubbing at his ribs, but in the next moment he sighs. Accepts defeat.]

Well, all right. If you're quite certain it won't inconvenience you, or cause any other sorts of problems.

I mean, it's, uh, kind of legally gray, but I'm still doing it whether you join in or not.

[Those heartwarming Nevivon values.]

So, come; spread the tokens around, and get more while you're there. Take back as much food as you can, and share that too.

[Well when it's put like that he winds up flashing her a devious grin, because he always has considered himself morally bankrupt and has never been one to play by the rules. It'd be hypocritical to chide her for it...not that the fear of hypocrisy has ever held him back from a great many other things.

But she is his sister, after all.

Besides, with the opportunity to give more to others than he keeps for himself, how could he possibly resist?]

Say no more, then. I'll be sure to spread it around, make sure no other poor confused submissives have to go entirely without.

[A tried and true tactic: give him a whole cake and he'll take a small slice for your kindness, while passing the rest around to everyone else. As long as he partakes at all, it's at least something. A foot in the door, so to speak.

He gives so much of himself, her Ilyushka. Somebody has to make sure to fill him back up from time to time.]

Thank you. Asrochka does it for me too, but the more the better. Some of them... they look so rough, Ilya.

[And he has her for that thankfully, and she's here, and perhaps he's not the best at accepting help, but at least the help is there should things become too much for him.

Unlike some of the others here, it sounds like. His expression turns grave, suddenly-- that some are really suffering here, it's not something he's had time to consider yet.]

It's that bad down there, is it?

[There's a pause then, whilst he stares intently at the handle of rum, doesn't lift his gaze even as he asks it--]

And...Asrochka...is he...?

[But he lets the question die before its fully formed.]

Asra, yeah. He—we've... we've gotten pretty close. Being the only remnants of home, it... it makes sense, right?

[She laughs, a bit bashful at what she's about to admit.]

Though, uh... well, with the previous 'you' here, I'll leave the details up to Asra to explain, but you two, ah... well, there was a miscommunication, at a certain point, and I... meddled a bit. You were both happy with the results, though! I straightened some things out for him, gave some advice...

[It makes sense. Of course it does, and the fact is, he's glad she had someone from home, even glad that Asra had someone too, because perhaps the mistakes of the past have loomed large for him, still weigh on him daily even now, but he has thought - lately - that he's come to see those mistakes in a way he hadn't grasped before. He knows, now, that Asra didn't lay the curse on him, and that he'd been selfish, and asked for things the magician couldn't give him.

But the rest is...complicated. And he lifts the bottle to his lips again because its an awful lot to take. As though he's missed some vital thing, stepped into something that doesn't belong to him.]

Hmmmm.

[The very picture of eloquence! But it's the best he can come up with right now. All of this, it will require some time to sink in.]

'Hmmmm' yourself!

[She puffs her cheeks out at him and reaches across, prodding him hard right in his bared sternum.

Then she pulls back, and leaves a single pinky extended.]

Just... promise me you won't pull your usual thing on him? You know the one; where you end up making everybody's choices for them and assuming you know both what's best for them and what they're thinking? That. Don't do that. Promise me, right now, Pepi as our witness. No wild, dramatic, runaway logic-leaps.

[There's a soft mrr as something soft winds around his calves.]

Ow!

[Though once again it's more for affect - and perhaps a delaying tactic - rather than an expression of pain because the words that follow her harsh prodding aren't really words he wants to hear. He doesn't know how to make that promise, because he wants to give away that much of himself again and again and again, it's the only way he knows how to be. Even if there's the small niggling reminder in him of what he's already begun to realise, to some small degree-- that what he thinks people want from him or want him to do isn't always what he gives them.

Rarely is.

And there's Pepi winding around his legs and he'll take this as his attempt to subvert the conversation.]

Pepi, what is it, do you want some attention?

[And he's leaning down to stroke the little cat then, to literally duck out of having to give an answer.]

No, Pepi, he's trying to slither out again—we don't reward that!

[Pepi, in her cattiness, gets in a few nice ear rubs and finishes rubbing her scent on his legs before slipping away, off towards a small dish of kitty food in the kitchen beyond.]

Ilya. Seriously. Asra's got tons of personal issues and biases himself. And he's willing to be honest and up-front about them now, if you'll let him. Just... let him? Please. I don't want to see you tearing yourself up or—or suggesting I go after him, or any weird needless nonsense.

[He remains ducked beneath the table for as long as Pepi deigns to let him pet her, but once she stalks off he slowly rises, thick hair tumbled into his face and expression curled in around a frown. Lips part in preperation for another excuse-- but there's Pasha's face, looking so earnest, and so with a heavy sigh he once again reaches for the rum bottle.

Asra being open and honest about anything sounds as unlikely as Julian acting with careful thought and rationality. If the magician really has said something like that, if Pasha really wants him to listen this badly--]

Look, I'll...I'll try. It's just, you know, it's me we're talking about. I sabotage things without even meaning to. I don't know how to stop myself. But I'll try not to do, um, any of those things you mentioned.

[And he knocks back more of the rum.]

Yeah, well, once upon a time you didn't know the first thing about medicine either. If you're smart enough to learn all that, you're smart enough not to have an excuse to learn this.

[She tilts back her beer, draining the whole thing in one fluid go and setting it down with a firm click on the countertop, eying him up.]

...say, you don't hare off and pretend you know a patient's symptoms better than they do, do you?

That's not the same. That's learning skills and retaining information, I can do that quite without difficulty. But the rest is...me, and I'm flawed, and not much good to be around for long.

[he says it, his words a little blurry around the edges, now. Though he looks down and away beneath her intense scrutiny.]

And obviously I wouldn't do that, a patient is generally going to be the one best placed to relay their symptoms. One should always listen to that. What are you getting at, Pasha?

So, just to totally make sure we're on the same page, here—

[She gestures between them, her eyes wide and earnest.

There's obviously a blow just waiting to land, somewhere in this.]

You understand, intellectually, that you as a separate person who can't read minds, cannot assume how somebody feels or automatically determine across the board what's bad for them, without their actual, literal, explicit explanations of their own feelings and experiences. Is what you're saying to me. Correct?

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