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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[Phillip has seen that look on a face very much like Julian's before, and it makes it all the easier to lean with his elbows on the bar, conveniently putting him a little bit closer to the other man with bright blue eyes looking up at him over the rim of his glass as he takes another sip.]

Yeah, I can see how it might be. You're free to ask me questions, if you want... unless you have a better idea of learning more about me?

[And this is...easier. Falling into familiar patterns, giving himself over to flirtation-- it's better than dwelling on things too deeply, of thinking and fretting and wondering and driving himself half-mad with it all. That can wait for the depths of his sleepless nights, where it usually belongs. And so the smile remains, one auburn brow rising higher.]

My dear, I always have ideas. The question is whether they're good ones.

[It is easier, in so many ways. Phillip is notoriously bad at talking about himself, at giving up any of his secrets, no matter how many times it's proven to him that people don't care as much about it here, or if they do care it's not the way that will ruin his life and relationships the way he's used to. The other Julian knew some of it, probably could have known more and been fine with it, if only because he was such a goddamn glutton for punishment. But even though in a way he knows parts of this Julian, it's also like starting over.

Beginning once again from scratch.

He cocks his head, playful with that sweet and mischievous smile on his lips.] Well... if we don't try your ideas, how will we know if they're good or not?

Oh, they rarely are. But as you say, there's no way of telling until one tries.

[And he thinks of it now, of the possibility of just giving in to his own nature, of finding the obliteration he's craving in something besides getting horribly drunk. He's not even sure who he's sharing a room with, has yet to meet them. Doesn't know whether they'd be there or whether they'd walk into something that would alarm them, isn't sure whether he cares.]

[Hey, Phillip's apartment might have someone in it, but his room does not. If they don't want to risk a lack of privacy, there are easy options.

Assuming, of course, that this is going the way Phillip thinks it is. He's a little loathe to make the first move right now, not sure if Julian is in more or less of a vulnerable position than normal- not that he thinks the man would have a problem with that. But he'll at least an initiate a touch, bringing up a finger to gently brush over Julian's chin, testing the waters.]

Well then... are you planning on sharing?

[His eye goes heavy-lidded at the brush of fingertip to skin, and he tilts his chin obligingly, lips still curved in a smile intended to be inviting. Where they go doesn't matter ultimately, and he wouldn't be opposed to something quick and rough and dirty in any old location, perhaps with his face pressed up against the wall, harsh brick against cool skin but--

--but. No use getting ahead of oneself, and perhaps it isn't very gentlemanly to suggest something like that to someone he hardly knows...even if they've known some version of him...he shakes his head, auburn curls bouncing. It's too confusing to think about and so for the moment he won't.]

Depends. How rowdy are you feeling?

[Phillip smiles, his own blue eyes scanning the man’s face as he slowly drags the finger down, past the crest of his chin and over his Adam’s apple. It’s a weird situation, to be sure, because he looks and acts so much like the other Julian and it would be easy to lean on that knowledge, assume things of him that he would never assume of someone he just met. But he refuses to do that.

He leans in, so their lips are barely apart, almost brushing against Julian’s as he speaks.]

Rowdy enough.

[He closes the small gap between them, kissing the other man firmly and nipping at his lower lip.]

[The answer comes in a featherlight brush of air over lips and Julian's eye falls closed in anticipation, an anticipation that is rewarded in the next moment by the press of the other man's mouth over his. Teeth to skin and his breath catches hard and he realises that perhaps he needs this now, a kind of grounding back into his body, letting the physical take over so his overloaded mind can rest.

And he's vulnerable in this moment, sure, but to be taken advantage of is exactly what he wants. He leans in closer, long fingers curling over the other man's shoulder as he kisses him back, deep and full of urgency.]

[Phillip raises a hand, clasping it gently behind Julian's neck and threading his fingers into the base of his hair. This is always so much easier than talking, even though maybe it would be better if he took the harder path slightly more often. Now, though, he's reasonably sure this is the better decision, part distraction from the insane forces that brought them here and part time to process.

He grips Julian's hair and uses that hold to separate them, eyes trailing over the man's features. He's still trying to avoid eye contact, but if Julian wants to he can meet his gaze long enough to figure out why that might be the case. Looking into Phillip's eyes is, very literally, staring down Death, and looking into them for more than a second or so begins to feel the sense of creeping understanding, the overwhelming knowledge that death is unescapable, that even if they'd evaded it in the past that one day it will come for them and not let go.

He's never entirely figured out why some people seem to like it.]

What do you want? [He's not going to presume to know, even though he's pretty sure he does.]

[It's a move he likes, fingers twined into the curls at the nape of his neck, a grip that grows tight as the other man uses it to pull him back and away, his eye fluttering open to look down into the other man's face, cheeks vaguely flushed from anticipation and the desire to indulge in something a little risque. And he does try to catch Phillip's eye, trying to gauge his reaction, trying to see if he's really okay with all this, strange as the situation might be and--

--and. It's only a little glimpse, something dark and cold and knowing, the inevitable certainty of one's own demise briefly arising in his body, his bones, and he shudders, just softly, as Phillip averts his gaze again. Well that's...interesting. He gives the other man a questioning look, one brow slightly raised, still not sure whether he imagined the whole thing or not and so when he answers it's only in response to what's said.]

I'm not quite in the mood for delay, if you see what I mean, so I wondered...ah, how you'd feel about something outdoorsy? There's the risk someone might stumble over us, of course, but...

[And there it is again, the wicked curve of his smile.]

That might make it more fun?

[The shiver could mean anything- the heat between the two of them, the blast of cold air as the door to the bar opens, or something much deeper and more primal. Phillip can't feel it, when people see what kind of power is lurking within him, but usually when people accidentally catch his eye he expects a more extreme reaction. Normal people tend to shriek, or cry.

Julian isn't really someone he'd ever dare to label 'normal,' though.

He won't say anything about it, not right now. There are other things to focus on, and Phillip leans in, pressing another quick kiss to the man's lips.]

I think that sounds just fine. [And with that, his free hand will grab Julian's wrist, to pull him somewhere slightly more private.]

[Normal, it's probably not a word that's been used to describe him no, and when it comes to death-- well. It's something he's faced more than once, when he'd been caught in the oncoming grip of the plague, locked deep in the palace dungeons with his own feverish thoughts and the desperate desire to find a cure the only company there, and his appointment with the gallows, one he now knows - thanks to Pasha - he does survive, but he'd been ready to face it regardless of the ultimate outcome. Had come back to Vesuvia for answers, yes, but also to pay for his imagined crimes.

He's brushed with death before and will do it again and its wrong to say he feels no fear in the face of it, he is afraid. But self-immolation for something bigger than himself-- there's a powerful appeal in that. If its for something else, for someone else, he'll do it without hesitation.

Right now though such thoughts are far from him as the other man grips him by the wrist and he allows himself to be dragged away, lips curved because he likes that.]

Do you have somewhere in mind? I was thinking the back of this bar but um, if you had a better idea...?

[He talks to fill the space between them.]

[Phillip doesn't really have much in the way a plan- if Julian hadn't specifically said he'd be fine with them being somewhere not entirely private, he probably would have just teleported them back to his place. He could still do that, probably, but maybe overwhelming the doctor with more information (especially magic information) is not really a good idea right now.]

No, yours sounds like a good one.

[And so that's where the head, a secluded little corner of the bar probably made exactly for things like this, and Phillip pushes Julian up against the wall before pulling him down into another heated kiss, his nails digging a little into the man's scalp while the other moves up his broad chest.]

[No sooner have they reached their secluded corner then the other man pushes him up against the wall with no further preamble, something that in and of itself already has Julian's heart beating hard, brings a flush of colour to his face. He makes a soft sound of compliance as he's pulled down into that kiss, hands moving to catch at the protrusions of hip bones, to draw Phillip just that little bit closer to him as he parts his mouth around the pressure of the other man's lips.

And the sound he makes at the feel of nails against skin, it's encouraging and needy all at once, a clear indication that he wants more of this.]

[Phillip will take that encouragement and run with it. He digs his nails in harder, elongating them slightly to make them bite against skin a little easier, the ends sharpening like he’d just had a manicure. He shouldn’t rely on previous knowledge. But right now, it certainly seems like there are a lot of similarities.

He opens his mouth into the kiss, pressing his tongue into the other man’s mouth the explore it, tasting him with a growing hunger. The hand on his chest moves down, then up, sliding under the fabric of his shirt to feel the skin of his stomach.]

[And as Phillip's tongue slides between his lips Julian moans into the kiss and the increased pressure of nails into flesh only has him more enthusiastic, more eager for this. He kisses him back with equal depth, tongue twining against the other man's, and as Phillip's hands slide beneath his clothes (and the redhead's skin, it feels cool to the touch) Julian's hands fall briefly away from his hips as he begins to fumble with first one glove, then the next, drops them to the ground.

He wants to feel skin to skin, hands against flesh, but whilst one hand slides to the small of the other man's back to keep him held there near to him, there's a hesitation to go any further than that, no sliding fingers beneath clothes. Like he's waiting for permission.]

[Phillip feels the eagerness there, and he wants to reward it. His nails scrape across the other man’s scalp, dragging hard enough to leave little lines in their wake. It’s eash to touch him, even with the coolness of his skin, palmed pressed against skin and moving up and up, leaning the contours of his body.

It takes him a moment to notice the hesitation, but when he does he pulls back, lips quirked in an amused smile.]

Are you waiting for something? [If Julian is going to seek permission? Then Phillip is going to make him ask.]

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[Julian sighs out his satisfaction, head tipping back and the hazy steel-blue of his eye falling closed and Phillip's hands travel his flesh, as the other man pulls back from the kiss. The white of his eye shows diamond bright as it slits open at the sudden lack of further touch, but before the beginnings of disappointment can set in, there's that question spoken around the edge of a amused smile, something knowing in the shape of it.]

Oh, I, um...I wondered if, that is, would it be all right to touch you?

[And his teeth catch at the flesh of his lower lip, his face flushed with colour.]

[Cute.

Phillip looks up at him with a teasing smile, watching the man worry his lip with his teeth- maybe he needs to stop talking, so Phillip can go back to worrying it for him.]

It is perfectly alright. [And then he'll dive back in, forcibly pulling Julian's head down and nails digging into his skin, free hand beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt, touching the skin revealed as he does.]

[There's a small exclaimed sound as Phillip moves so suddenly to yank him down again, nails against skin causing bright sparks of pain that hold the promise of something more and he seems to melt beneath the pass of hands as his shirt slides undone, revealing the pale white flesh underneath.

He'll kiss back with equal exigency though, and having received the permission he wanted, Julian's hands begin to work at the other man's clothes too, slip underneath, slide over smooth skin.]

[Phillip runs his hand eagerly over Julian's skin, the shape and feel of him so familiar but still treating him like he's just learning every curve, every muscle. But there's still more to explore, and his hand slides down, overtop of Julian's pants, palm pressed against his thigh and drawing teasing patterns with his fingers, inching closer to the arousal growing there.]

[The sound he makes is soft and low, a wordless plea for more, the thrum of it passing from lips to lips as he prolongs the kiss, deepens it. Long fine-boned hands slide over Phillip's back palms pressed against skin, and he draws him all the closer to him, needful movements that ask for more of this, more than this.]

[Phillip shivers under the touch, the feeling of those cool hands against his heated skin and the clear need that's thick in the air between them making him want to push further. He shifts his hand to press against Julian fully, teasing through the cloth, pulling away from the kiss just enough to be able to look at his face.]

[As such, he'll be rewarded with the sight of Julian's face flushed with obvious desire, with a growing need, eye heavy-lidded and hazy with it. His teeth catch against his lip and the press of the other man's hand against his hardening cock, and nods, just once, an encouragement, perhaps a plea.]

[It's a good look on Julian, he has to say. A pleased smile plays on his lips as he begins to move his hand, gently massaging Julian's bulge, rubbing up against him and slowly but surely building up friction as he tries to figure out what's good and what's better.]

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SLIGHTLY BELATED NSFW warning just in case...it's needed...

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