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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 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
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. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant. Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
kokichi ouma▗▘new danganronpa v3▗▘dom
[ So if you're sitting on the train trying to process this mess and Cope^tm, you may end up sitting next to this guy who is definitely balanced on his knees and backwards in his seat with his palms pressed against the window just so he can get a good view of the scenery passing by outside. Maybe his foot will kick you once or twice -- he doesn't seem to care.
And he's talkative. Especially as they zip past the Down. He doesn't seem too fazed by the situation, if his animated tone is anything to go by. ]
Oh, wow! What a dump!! ... I suuure feel sorry for anyone who's gotta live out in the dregs of kinkdom, don't you?
[ Said to the invidual in question that's sitting next to him regardless of what their stature is........... He's feigning like he's barely paying attention here. ]
▗▘ end in the discord
[ Wanting to turn it into a game of sorts, Ouma's tossed his own name in the lottery and is loitering around the bar at this time drinking non-alcoholic grape soda -- both because it's to his tastes and he actually wants to keep his wits about him in this bizarre, new environment.
However, if anyone approaches him claiming to be matched with him, he'll probably blink at them for a moment before grinning and throwing a hand up apologetically. ]
Sor-ry! That's not me at all...
[ Even though the description is...exactly him. Are there any other fuckers in the bar with straight-jacket inspired attire and a checkered scarf? Sources say no.
He doesn't come across as dismissive though, since he segues into a curious (yet cheerily derisive) question: ]
But hey, hey -- did you seriously enter that thing?!
▗▘ wildcard
[ w/e!! make ur own adventure ]
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[Was he kidding? While those weird jackets seemed to be the fashion here, the combo with the scarf seemed to be unique to him. Then again, maybe they'd messed something up.
She pouts anyway.]
You look like you're waiting for someone too.
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Oh, yeah! I kind of was, but I think I got stood up. Isn't that just the worst?
[ He pauses, if only to take a sip of his drink from the straw. ]
Yours is the connection lottery, right? 'Cause I know the guy you drew or whatever.
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It's pretty rude to leave someone hanging.
[That purple drink looks pretty interesting, huh. She'd been drinking water and ale for the most part.]
Yeah, I signed up. Did you know where he was?
[Did you steal his scarf???]
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[ At least there are less people sitting around the corner of the bar where Ouma has situated himself, save for a few other withdrawn looking types. The music didn't carry as loudly to this end, which is easier on his lungs and attempt at conversation here. ]
He's like, super badass and evil!! [ Ouma lifts a hand in exaggerated demonstration as he...describes himself. ] ... And a master of hide-and-seek, so I don't think you'll have any luck finding him.
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[Her face screws up, trying to imagine the person in front of her doing any of the sort of things bandits were known for. It's a really hard sell. It took all kinds, but...]
It's really lucky that you and your boss ended up here together. [Or unlucky, but she's noting the coincidence more than anything.] But if he's that good at hiding I'll just wait until he comes to meet up with you.
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Are you sure you wanna wait around? He's kind of a dick!
[ That's probably the most legit statement he's thrown out so far. ]
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I'll have what he's having! [Whatever it was, anyway.] And I might as well, I've not sure what else to do otherwise besides people watch.
[People keep thinking she wants to make friends, and it's a little much.]
Besides, I feel like I know this guy already.
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Without missing much of a beat (which isn't noticable anyway when you're distracted drinking from a straw every now and then), Ouma grips the edge of his barstool seat and swivels his position slightly to better face his unexpected drinking companion here. He makes a show of sounding simultaneously astonished and curious as he starts running his mouth again. ]
No way! Don't tell me...you got matched with a lover from a previous life?! [ His eyes practically seem to sparkle. ] Uwah, so romantic...
[ Cue the bartender politely interrupting their conversation in the middle of his preparing a duplicate drink, asking Lissa with a cocked brow:
"...You want it virgin?" ]
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[She puffs her cheeks out at him, not quite thinking to entirely reject the notion. Not because she thinks it's true, but it's just silly enough a thought to be enjoyable. Lissa hasn't caught on to the game, but all the same this wasn't bad at all. It had been a long time since she could just talk with someone with it not having to do with battles or war.
With nothing on the line, at least in that sense.]
It would be pretty romantic if this place wasn't so shady. And he wasn't an evil guy. They'd never approve... [But to the bartender's question, with the expression of someone who didn't know what virgins and drinks had to do with each other-] Sure!
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Not that Ouma's really focusing too hard on the whole drink order thing right now, because his company is clearly divulging a few things, and he's nosy. ]
Right? Maybe it's fate that you got stuck in such a craaazy situation! ... But you can't just say "they" and leave it at that, or else I'll have no idea who you're talking about! Your friends? Your family? Some secret organization??
[ In the midst of his query here, the bartender will set down a neat grape soda on the counter-space in front of Lissa. It's colorful and vibrant and fizzy -- a deceptive drink to match her deceptive company, at least. ]
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[Stated casually, but she knows it can be changed. She's seen it done, had her own part in it. But that was there, and this was here, and here was her drink. Lissa tilts her head, watching it fizz a bit before she sips. Wow that was pretty sweet.]
All of that! Well, the Shepherds aren't really a secret... and I wouldn't really call us organized. We just help protect the country from evil badass bandits who are also dicks. [And others, but that's the gist of it.] So our love affair can never be.
It's kind of tragic when I put it like that, huh?
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At least you can't get your heart stomped all over though, yeah? So it's good to consider that kind of thing!
[ Ouma chimes in when she's done, like he's agreeing for the most part, although he quickly tacks on: ]
-- Buuut it's also super boring! What if you ixnay on the whole romance angle and just have fun with it instead?
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lies.
The comment earns an indignant, incredulous grunt. He's getting seriously annoyed, even past the lingering shock and dread that have been taking most of his emotional capacity thus far. ]
You don't have to rub it in.
And can't you sit in your seat like a normal human being for once?
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Huuuh? ... I mean, I would, but I was cursed from birth with a severe medical condition that doesn't let me sit properly... It's so sad!
[ His tone betrays his drama here, since he sounds a bit too cheerful about his subsequently offered "solution": ]
I guess I could lie down or something? But you'd have to get on the floor!
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That's pretty strange, huh?
[ This guy looks even younger than him, and is acting even more childish. It's infuriating. He's not going to accept being looked down on by someone like this, of all people. ]
Look. I don't care. Just get your foot off my seat.
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[ Not that it wasn't a blatantly obvious lie in the first place, but it's the kind of thing he throws out there to get called out on at least, so he won't make it more ridiculous than it already is.
Ouma grabs the edge of the train's window sill with one hand, leveraging himself as he turns around to grab the back of the seat with the other so he can fully face Waver now. At least his feet won't be kicking around anymore, since he's going to plop down into a full cross-legged sitting position sideways in the seat (completely betraying his earlier lie), facing Waver since the other has his full attention now. ]
But wow, I'm being bossed around! You must be a total super Dom!!
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The second part, however, does more than just annoy Waver apparently. Now he looks angry-- and something else. Shame, perhaps, the way his cheeks flush suddenly. ]
Are you making fun of me?
[ The mark on his throat is a little harder to see when he's wearing his shirt buttoned up as far as it will go, but it's still there, and he's sure it wasn't a mistake. Not with that rude attitude. ]
That's not funny.
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[ Ouma comments, like it's not his fault for flagrantly testing the guy.
He places his hands behind him on the seat and leans his weight back on his arms a bit, his upper back hitting against the sill of the train window as he makes himself comfortable sideways in the seat. His legs are still crossed, so at least he's not too much in Waver's personal space like this (at least not enough to be kicking him anymore). For now. ]
Maybe that's why you got sorted up this way.
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W-what?!
[ Unfortunately (for Waver), Ouma is not wrong. He is too easy to fluster.
Waver flushes angrily, sitting up in his seat and leaning closer, one hand clenched tight around the arm rest between them. The other jabs a finger at the air about a foot in front of Ouma's nose. ]
Mind your own business, you stupid brat. It's not a joke.
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Because of this, Ouma's presently satisfied with only shrugging at the reprimand from where he's lazily sitting. ]
Well, what if it is? But like a cruel one. You're the one who picked your own door, so it's kind of like you subconsciously chose it, right?
[ It's probably not that deep at all, Ouma's sure...but it could be that deep, and that's fun to consider. Or have others consider, anyway. ]
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[ He snaps immediately-- but of course, the seed of doubt has been planted. Now, all he can think about is trying to remember what the doors said exactly, why he chose the one he did, what was going on in his head at the time. It had been so disorienting. He'd been sure it was a dream.
...was it possible, after all?
Waver shakes his head, withdrawing his hand to cross his arms over his chest defensively, as if that might help him better brace for the idea. No way. ]
It's chance. Doesn't make it better, mind you, but it doesn't mean anything.
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-- Yeah, yeah. Whatevs, it's not like you can change it now, anyway.
[ He's suddenly sitting up a little more, pointing an index finger up like he's just gotten an idea -- his tone turns slightly more chipper again, too. ]
And I'm like, already super bored with this train tour, so you should play a game with me. Then we can see if your luck is really just shit!
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Gee, thanks. I needed the reminder.
[ Not.
...in the end though, Waver's curiosity does end up getting the better of him. He looks uncertain still, suspicious, but after a moment, he caves. ]
What kind of game?
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An easy-peasy classic game of chance! You know the rules to rock-paper-scissors, right?
[ While gripping and leaning on his own ankles, he mildly rocks in place from where he's still sitting cross-legged so he still doesn't kick the other or whatever. So considerate!! ]
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