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TDM #46
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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 LIEs 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 LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ...and 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 high-rise. 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. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The first hints of winter start to trickle in. Cold breezes, rain and thunder, small storms as the weather continues to turn from Fall to Winter. Time to cozy up with a nice warm drink and a cozy partner! |
 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. |
 (cw: pet play, biting, collaring, leashing, people in cages, roleplay) The weather is cold, chilling. As Orientation rolls around, everyone is urged to make their way to the Orientation Center as usual, both new and old arrivals! This time, LIEs staff have a large room set up for all to explore, with many roles for each participant to try playing. Instruction is provided briefly, but LIEs staff encourages attendees to experience everything on their own, rather than asking for instructions! Of course, they’ll be there if you need help. Give them a holler if you can’t figure out where to start or get stuck along the way! Several rows of kennels line one wall. Tables have sets of items for each pair (or trio!) to use and enjoy. These items include: collars, leashes, ball gags, muzzles, butt plug tails of different sizes and shapes, animal ear clips and headbands, masks with different animal face shapes, and all sorts of sex toys and non-sex toys. Orientation isn’t over until partner(s) fully embrace their roles! What roles are those? Well… There are four total roles that are semi-standard to pet play. Participants are free to make up their own roles, or fall in line with one of the offered ones. Both Dominants and Submissives are encouraged to try multiple roles, with multiple partners! A Subservient Pet is someone who offers themselves up completely to their role of the pet, following orders easily and with joy. A Naughty Pet is someone who might follow some of the rules, while ignoring others or acting out to taunt their Owner or Trainer. Bite and make noise, disobey orders directly…. Try not to get punished, push their buttons until they can’t take it anymore. An Owner/Handler is someone who is “in charge” of their pet. They take on a more domineering role, exerting control over their pet and the situation completely. The Owner should punish any misbehavior of their pet, whether that requires putting them in their kennel or teasing them. A Trainer is similar to an Owner, except they must have even more control over their pet. Use restraints to keep your pet on all fours, or gag them to keep them quiet, or maybe even muzzle them to keep them from biting too much. Want to watch, instead of play? Dominants are also encouraged to watch over a Submissive who's learning the ropes of any role, to give them tips and help them play it out properly. Have fun! |
 (cw: stuckage, compulsions, noncon/dubcon themes, public sexual activity) Winter is in full swing in Duplicity! Most years a harsh snowstorm blows in, chilling the city and all of its residents down to the bone. This year is no different. The snow has settled upon the ground, keeping a firm chill in the air. To celebrate the frigid season, there’s an exhibit in North Park. Art, they say. Sculptures. Rumors float through the wind, whispers about them passed between people on the street. The beauty of it is something that all must see! The exhibit itself is simple, even if it seems to defy explanation. At the center of North Park, there appears to be a maze made of solid ice, thick and opaque. Inside, and throughout the maze, are different sets of sculptures. The bust of a woman, the form of a worn and calloused hand, a set of swans; all of the typical sculptures one might expect from an exhibit like this. The further visitors head in, though, things begin to change. Deep inside, one will find people, stuck and rendered immobile by the ice that formed around them. Their clothes are nowhere to be seen. Their faces, too, hidden. The positions they’re in are different for each. Some might have their fronts facing the inner part of the maze, legs spread ready to be pleased by anyone who walks by. Or, others might be positioned in such a way that they seem like they’re bent over something, hips up and prepared to receive. These people? They’re LIERs, those who wandered through the maze and could not find its exit. Trapped in its icy walls, they will find themselves overcome by a chill they can't shake, and a desire to beg and plead to be used, and heated up by the warmth of anyone who passes by. Fortunately, there is a solution. Friction and sexual contact makes the ice feel almost... pleasant? As if it's bringing about more and more lust from deep within them. Still, no one wants to be trapped in ice forever. The only way to melt the ice and free them is by creating some heat between two or more bodies. Are you one of the lucky few who will wander through and be able to help melt someone else free? Or, are you one of the people who get frozen over, stuck in the ice and must wait for someone to come heat things up and melt you free? |
 (cw: impulsive decisions, compulsions, aphrodisiacs, drugs) Advertisements offer a unique and fun experience for all in Duplicity! One little event is promoted through these, showcasing an experience that all can enjoy, regardless of designation. In fact, if you’re looking for ways to secure a contract, this might be the perfect experience for you! A small bakery in Fiddler’s Square is hosting a course, teaching Dominants and Submissives how to bake an assortment of goods. Pair up with another person, share a little cookbook, choose a recipe together, get messy, and try to keep yourself focused on the treats you’re making together! One small issue. One of the members of the pairs working together? They’ll begin to feel a little more… rowdy. Chaotic. Tempted to act out, to try and mix in different ingredients into their bowls rather than what they’re told to do. It is up to their partner to keep them focused, to keep them on task. Hopefully they’re able to stop them, before their partner is able to mix in something they shouldn’t without their notice. After all, there are plenty of little bottles of unknown ingredients around. Some of which could be aphrodisiacs, psychedelics, or just plain disgusting tasting. |
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So, what's happening?PLAY NICE - Orientation! WORKS OF ART - A new exhibit opens up in North Park! HOT MESSES - Little baking class offered for all |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "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: If your character prefers homemade gifts, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers lavish gifts, they are a Dominant. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Top level comments are for new or returning characters only. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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Finally he leans forward a little to offer him one of the collars.]
Do feel free to put this on, walk on all fours and show me how I can become a true submissive.
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[He'll accept the offered collar, at least? Given the cute oversized bell, there's no risk of being mistaken as a Submissive himself, even if he does put it on.]
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[But please do go walk around on all fours with that stupid collar on. Wanderer can use a good laugh. This whole situation is already grating enough as it is and he can't help rolling his eyes.]
Tch. What makes you a Dominant in the first place?
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[His selective listening filter is fully engaged, sorry not sorry at all. He doesn't particularly mind making a fool of himself, but doesn't the very nature of what they're being asked to do mean he should be withholding a treat like that until Wanderer decides to be a good boy?]
You know, I'm not really sure how they make decisions like those? They just told me that I was a Dominant when I first woke up here, and I've been figuring out how to be a good one ever since. Maybe they choose based on what we'd be good at, or what we need as people?
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So people like you decide wether I am good enough to be offered a contract or not. And they, whoever they might be, decide that the goodness inside of you is what makes you suitable for the role of a Dominant.
[And he's not a good person at all. So, in a way, that makes sense. He is not worthy of more than a life of a little insect.]
And if I do not agree to that I will be starved or carried off to some...facility where they put drugs inside of me. If you are a good person, doesn't that sound rather evil to you?
[He keeps his voice low and does his very best to not sound frustrated and confused while his hands busies themselves with one of the other toys. He has no idea what it is, but it resembles a tail of some sort.]
What is your name anyways?
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[He'd really rather avoid outright declaring the contract system evil where their literal kidnappers are supervising staff, thanks. Being vague will just have to be good enough. Still, he straightens with a start at the prompt.]
Ah! You're right, pardon my manners. I am Rook Hunt, Le Chasseur d'Amour. A pleasure to make your acquaintance! And you would be?
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Let us...assume they want the best for us, not?
[His voice is dripping with sarcasm when he speaks.
And oh, Wanderer raises both eyebrows when the other tells him his name. That is just the person he is looking for!]
Hah? Rook? The one who knows about the cycle of life and death here? You are a scholar, not?
You can call me Wanderer.
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[That is some sort of epithet, right? The way Angel Devil had been? Who would name someone Wanderer?
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Don't act like a fool. We aren't friends. [Well, Wanderer himself has named himself Wanderer. Names aren't a big deal, you know.] Because that is what I do. I wander.
[He is aware of the fact that they are being watched and keeps on rummaging through the variety of toys and leather as he speaks. Still, its difficult to feign interest.]
Is it true that this place doesn't know death? That you die, only to be revived?
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It's kind of cute, really. He'll learn better eventually!]
Oui, that's right. That's not the case for anyone who was born here, but for us? We return with all the other new arrivals unharmed, and just as lost and confused as they are. It takes a few weeks to reclaim our memories of Duplicity in full.
[tw: dead, dark subjects] I am sorry, he is very nihilistic sometimes
[Wanderer honestly looks interested now, both eyebrows raised.]
Are you sure about this? [He still can't admit to himself that he wants to keep whatever is beating in his chest but the price seems quite high. The best thing is to find a way out. Perhaps he could abuse that cycle of death to avoid the entire sex-quota.
He doesn't fear death at all. But he does wonder if fate would allow him to die in such a way.]
Are you the one who died?
[Just after that question has left his mouth a tall man is standing close to their table, clearing his throat to get their attention. Ah yes, they're still being watched, of course. As if he could forget...]
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[Rook raises both hands in apology, smile placating. They're going to have to follow the theme of this little workshop somehow, if they want to keep talking. But how much will his new friend tolerate?]
Have you found anything you're curious about, or shall I choose something for you?
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Is this all meant for sex?
[Better start asking the 'sexy' questions because that is what these people here want from him, not?]
Is pretending to be a pet some sort of ritual? [Then he shakes his head.] I am fine. I believe I have chosen that collar for you, not? [Then he remembers other Submissives in that train and on the street. Some walking on a leash or sitting on the ground next to the one they forged a contract with. Like some pet.] Or am I not allowed to do such a thing?
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[Rook spreads his hands, shrugging apologetically. It's a bit of a complicated question Wanderer is trying to get at, isn't it? What is the ultimate point of any kink, especially one this performative? Couldn't you call essentially anything surrounding sex a ritual, if it isn't the act itself?]
It's nothing religious or arcane, if that's what you mean! But I suppose some people could think of it that way. Even the same kink can mean different things to different people, you know.
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There is something uncomfortable and alien about the sight.]
How benevolent.
[The tall government official is still keeping an eye on them.]
A kink? What an odd choice of words. [Truly, at this point he prefers the Abyss above this place. And that says something, really.] Do you like this...kink? [He picks up a muzzle. Its too big to fit on a humans face...its obviously made for a dog. Or some other large animal with sharp teeth.]
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[Rook spreads his hands in an expansive shrug, belled collar jingling with the motion. Don't judge him, his pets are thoroughly spoiled.]
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I do not think they are referring to taking care of pets. [Wanderer gestures at the people around them.] But...if you patting my head ends this nonsense I will allow it.
[Wanderer crosses his arms.]
But I refuse to partake in whatever that is. The kink.
[Its quite obvious that he has no clue about any of this or how he fits into this. How this fleshy body should work, what he should feel to make things work. He truly is the most virgin who has ever virgin-ed.]
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[If that's not raising pets, what would Wanderer call it? A disgusting, degrading farce, if he had to hazard a guess? Rook can't very well blame him, but that doesn't mean it's wise to voice discomfort when one of the supervising employees is lingering to watch over them.
Far better to give them at least a token gesture, so they'll have more time to chat uninterrupted. Hold still, Wanderer, he'll just fasten this collar around your neck so it's clear that you're the one meant to be petted.]
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When Rook comes closer to put a collar around his neck he makes it his first priortity to lean backwards, away from him. But all it takes is another cough from the government official who is keeping his eyes on them.
When the taller man fastens the collar around his neck he just closes his eyes and looks away.]
Lets get this over with as soon as possible.
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[Rook smiles encouragingly, reaching for Wanderer's hand to lead him towards a couch. It's fine if he doesn't trust him, but he's not likely to find a more lenient handler on short notice, is he? This should at least get their uninvited guest to move on.]
Come on, you can lay your head on my lap.
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Do you have a quota to meet?
[The question slips from his mouth before he sits down next to the other.]
No. [He does scoot a bit closer, thinking that that is what they want to see, but no funny stuff like putting his head on a stranger's lap.] But tell me about the cycle of life and death.
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[Read as: keep dragging your heels like this, and that gentleman they just excused themselves from will ensure they're both in this for the long haul, if he doesn't decide to repartner them entirely with more "appropriate" people.
Ah, well. He knows how this sort of thing goes by now; Rook settles in to get comfortable, gloved hands burying themselves into Wanderer's hair to start petting. How about a little scalp massage, new friend?]
It was my old Submissive. He vanished entirely for a few weeks, then returned with all the other newcomers. He was..... you might call it pristine? His body was just as it was when he had first arrived, and he had no memory of ever being here to begin with. It took him a few more weeks to slowly regain his memories, but his body didn't do the same. Any aging, any scars--that slate was wiped clean.
I was worried it might even be a different him, at first--that kind of thing happens here, too. Sometimes it seems like time and space are completely irrelevant.
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Heh. You have chosen the wrong person for this. [The tone of his voice is a bit serious.] The people around us seem to be... [He gestures at some other people who are definitely petting each other but in a different way.] ...more into this nonsense.
[When Rook starts to touch the top of his head he can feel his body stiffen immediately and it takes a while to to suppress the urge to pull away completely.]
Hmn... [While he can feel fingers raking over his scalp (which isn't too bad, actually) he frowns deeply, processing the words carefully.] ...Do you think this is a world outside of your own? A... [How should you call this?] ...place where the rules of your own world do not count? That would explain why my body is like this.
[A dream maybe?]
I do not believe that this is part of my fate. [Because there's definitely something beating inside his chest and...such a gift is not meant for him.]
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[Is he just riffing on the absurd context of this entire Orientation? Wanderer's name? How stiff and irritated he seems about this whole ordeal? It's still fine, whatever the case. He can handle a hissing spicy newcomer who has yet to be domesticated. Who else would want to, if they're equally miserable or just want to enjoy the kink?]
Oui, I do. We have people taken from very different points in time, different versions of people who have left and returned without ever remembering being here, and even people who have previous events happening very differently to how others remember them. How could we all exist at once, if we're not entirely outside the worlds we know?
What happened to your body, if I may ask?
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You are scratching my scalp with your fingers because that man in the corner wants you to do so. Don't make it bigger than it is.
[Really, Wanderer is quite sure that he doesn't deserve anything. Also, he's fun at parties.]
Do you think we exist here and in the worlds we know? At the same time? [Because that would somewhat make sense.] It changed. [A shrug.] I bet when I cut myself that I will bleed.
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late tag is late, I had a busy week
I get you, no worries
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