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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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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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[Although in his experience, the little gestures can be almost as telling as the big ones. Far too few among his friends are truly comfortable with any level of genuine affection.]
It's certainly possible? We do have clones, so I suppose there's nothing saying we can't be clones ourselves. Although if you aren't normally able to bleed, I can't say I know what could have happened. What usually happens?
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Clones?
[What?]
Here?
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From what I've been told, they're not so much complete duplicates of us, though. They're more like..... the worst parts of ourselves?
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Truly, he can't entirely wrap his head around this. Still, that last part makes him chuckle.]
Heh. The worst part of myself? I would not wish that onto anyone.
[Then he cocks his head a little to the right.][He keeps his voice low and does his best to pretend to be fully engulfed in the way Rook's fingers move through his hair.]
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[Ah, there's a good boy! Look at that, he's learning! Rook smiles encouragingly, one hand drifting down to stroke his cheek.]
I could show you their website, if you'd like. We could look him up and see if he's how you normally are.
[It's win-win, right? Wanderer gets his answers, and he gets some fascinating insight into this new friend of his. Sure, Wanderer would know where to see Rook's clone, in turn--but who really cares? It's not like his is that bad.]
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It has nothing to do with...this. [A gesture.] Sex.
[The second he feels Rooks hand sliding over his cheek he lashes out and swats said hand away.]
Don't get too bold now.
[But he does want to see...whatever a website is.]
Show me.
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[What a spicy kitten! He hopes none of the staff saw that rebuff, metaphorically clawless though it was. Whatever negativity Wanderer can claim, trouble restraining himself doesn't seem to be part of it, hmmm?
One hand stays in Wanderer's hair, but the other slides his phone out of his pocket. Rook leans in close to hold it between them, tapping in the URL and pulling up the search bar to type in his name. Let's see..... Will "Wanderer" find the clone they're looking for, or will they need to provide a different name? Will they look the way Wanderer is used to looking, back home? Just how will they act, if none of his worst traits have anything to do with sex?]
late tag is late, I had a busy week
[Wanderer feels far from relaxed. Even when Rook moves his hand back to his hair he can feel an odd sort of tension in his body. What would happen if he would make a run for it? Just stand up and start running?
For a moment he looks at the exit and then he focuses on whatever the other is doing on the device. The screen flickers and letters appear. He seems to be able to read them. Slowly he moves closer, not entirely knowing what to expect from this...other self.]
Give me that.
[He reaches for the device Rook is holding so he can watch the screen a bit closer. Because the face he sees on the screen is definitely his. Same hair, same skin, same eyes. His other self seems to be doing something with his arm and at times his brows seem to furrow. Eventually then he starts to speak as well, and his voice sounds a bit off... Raspy. Like that of a human who has overworked itself or its body.][Because his old self would never.]
Do you think this is me?
I get you, no worries
Rook surrenders his device easily enough, brows raising curiously. What is he doing, exactly? For someone who had only just arrived, the man sounds exhausted.]
It certainly looks like you, at least. But whether it's actually you or not..... That's down to your judgement, don't you think? You're the expert!
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That isn't me. [He hands the device over to the taller man and rolls his eyes afterwards.] Tch. I don't...breathe like that.
[Then he sighs, his shoulders slumping as he does.]
What if you take me outside. On a leash, for my part. Once we're out the door we part ways.
[Chances are big the guards will catch him and for some reason that seems even more unpleasant than this entire predicament.]
I don't want...this.