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TDM #1
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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!! |
Gavin Reed | Detroit Become Human (Sub thanks to Birthdays)
[ Everyone seems to be content enough on the train as the scenery flashes on by, yet there's a small corner of said train where a dark cloud looms. Or more accurately, one detective Gavin Reed is standing, arms folded as he keeps an eye on who boards the train and disembarks. None of this is sitting well with him and the idea he's been branded as submissive still rankles. No-one is going to claim him and if Gavin has to break someone's bones to prove that point then so be it; he's not an object. The concept of 'submissive' has gone right over his head, detective skills be damned. Sometimes pride gets in the way of such critical thinking and Gavin's own pride and arrogance is such it's a miracle he even managed to fit through the train doors.
He doesn't seem to want to talk to anyone right now, eyes narrowing if someone even tries to attempt. If his aggressive posture doesn't scare brave souls away, a muttered fuck off would probably do the trick. It's only when the transport comes to the last stop that Gavin shows an emotion that isn't annoyance, lips curling into a smirk as he glances at the nearest person.]
Inhabitants of the Down? Pretty sure that means you. [ He's going to ignore the fact that it actually means him, pointedly refusing to disembark at the stop he's being told to and ignoring when the instruction is directed more at him than anything. Fuck that noise, what are they going to do, arrest him?]
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[ Somehow a nightclub feels like familiar ground despite how weird things seem to be. Gavin notes how some people seemingly hook up and wander off to more private areas, making a point to not let someone do the same to him. Not unless he starts it, naturally. Back at the Detroit City Police Department, Reed was often the one sitting with his feet up on the desk, texting away on his phone and looking like he had nothing to do at any given time. His boss would be proud of him now though as Gavin makes sure to keep an eye on his surroundings, even when he reaches down to snag some of the free food. Look, if it's free it would be stupid not to, okay?
He can't deny his curiosity was pinged upon hearing about how the nightclub functioned, a place that people only knew the location of a few hours beforehand. The reasoning as to why is abundantly clear; there's none of the dominant / submissive bullshit rules in place and Gavin vaguely wonders if he can just stay in this place. He wants nothing to do with the concept right now and he slowly chews on his food before grabbing a new drink. Whatever; if anything a place like this is perfect to get some kind of information. There would always be that one person who squealed no matter what. It was just a case of finding them and kicking it out of them. For now Gavin seems fine with just eating the food, only just glancing at his device when it notifies him of a message later on in the evening.]
» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER
[ To his credit, Gavin manages to keep his scoffs (and few laughs) inaudible as he watches the lesson in...whatever the hell this was. He's not even sure to be honest. He just knows what he's seeing is something some people might want from these so-called relationships and considering the status he's been assigned, Gavin knows he wouldn't be the one organising the cutlery.
There's no comfort taken in seeing Miriam softly whisper some words; Gavin is still too hung up on the idea of being someone's table and eventually his resolve in trying to figure some shit out shatters as he huffs loud enough for others to hear.]
I am not going to spend my days here being some prick's table! [ The items handed out only get a quick, brief glance.] What is that even about? What's the point?
discord;
his task list on his hud dictates that he try and continue locating information about deviants--if there are any--in duplicity. he hasn't fully broken down his red walls and entered full deviancy. if he can help it, that's not a choice he'll need to face. having a tangential mission and purpose is more than enough to keep him going now.
so he gives his name simply as "connor", forgoing his model number for once to try and keep this experience as immersive and authentic as possible. it's strange needing to carry around an extra device in his jacket pocket rather than have all the information directly relayed through his processors and into his own databank, but his led cycles yellow to try and determine what's vibrating before he remembers he's waiting on an assignment.
seeing the name reminds connor that humans have an expression to indicate the way that sometimes, things seem to defy statistics in a way that seem foreordained.
life comes at you fast.
FIND DETECTIVE REED.
he's not exactly hard to locate, and the task blinks blue before clearing itself as connor approaches from behind, leaning in so gavin will feel his presence and hear him over the din of chatter in the room.]
Detective Reed--it's me, Connor. I've been assigned your temporary connection for the evening. I've accepted on the grounds that it may be beneficial to further investigating this location. Only if you accept, of course.
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Said thoughts only last a second, as Gavin's patience is also known for doing, and he scowls up at the offending android. All Gavin wanted to do was find out if the pizza-looking food on the side is actually pizza. Now he has to deal with this dickhead following him and yet despite all the annoyance and irritation, the irony of this place sending them both text messages to meet up isn't lost on him. Neither is the tattoo that mirrors his own.]
Oh yeah? Seems like going to a new world can't shake you pricks off. [ Gavin knows on some level he should be thankful for the fact it's someone from his own world, but at the same time the ass kicking he received in the evidence locker still smarts enough to prevent common sense.] Go on then. Scan the room or whatever it is you do. Fetch!
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but, it's not like gavin's attitude is vastly different than any other day he's had an interaction with him--crass, demeaning, yet not enough to actually seriously send him away. humans really were very contradictory and confusing.]
I've already taken a preliminary analysis of our company and determined the contents of 33% of the food present and 78% of the drinks. I also feel it important to mention that the current accumulation stands at 61% Dominants and 39% Submissives.
I believe it's considered...ironic, the two of us being brought together here.
Company
He's also making a scene and being a general pain in the ass, but what's new?
It's his stop anyway so Hank comes up behind Gavin as he's refusing to get off and grabs him by the back of his jacket collar.]
C'mon, get a fucking move on-
[Hank doesn't like this shit anymore than the next person, but causing a goddamn scene when they've just gotten here doesn't seem like a good idea. Not until they've gotten a few more pieces of the puzzle to connect together first. So he'll drag Gavin out of the train, if he doesn't move on his own, shoving him a bit once they've disembarked.]
Better me hauling your ass outta there than someone else if I'd left you back there. They might've not been as nice about it.
["Nice".]
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You know, except for the part where before Gavin even realises what's going on he's being hauled out of the train by Hank, scruffed like some feral cat being removed from someone's property. There's only a few twists and turns as Gavin tries to shrug himself out of Hank's grip, but he knows deep down there's no escaping that hold. Instead he shoves Hank back a bit in return once they're off the train. Fucker.]
The hell is wrong with you? You're just going to roll over and do what they say? Should have expected it from you.
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The jabs at him are expected and Hank shakes his head with a roll of his eyes.]
It's a little easier figuring out what the hell is going on when we're not thrown in jail or whatever they've got here. You can kick over trash cans and yell in protest later.
[As for doing what they say, look, he will to an extent, but like hell he plans on staying in this Down place for long.]
Like I know don't about you, but I think we're already fucked good enough with this bullshit-
[Hank tilts his chin up to tap at the mark going down his neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.]
Let's not make shit harder for ourselves until we gotta.
[They don't have any weapons and it seems like all they've got is each other right now. Ugh.]
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To Gavin's credit he reigns it in from angry hissing and flailing to simply straightening the collar of his jacket with only a minimum of annoyed glares in Hank's direction.]
Yeah yeah, I get it, we're fucked. But I'm not going to make myself any more fucked than we already are. Or are you saying we're going to have to be kneeling down and saying "yes master" to anyone who makes a motion?
[ Because fuck that noise.]
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[Hank bites it out a little more annoyed than he means, mostly cause he's already had enough of this place too. Rubbing at the back of his neck he'll pace for a second before sighing, trying to get some frustration out. You can just breathe that out right? Sure.]
They made it seem like we had a choice in that shit, too bad they couldn't have given us a goddamn choice in being here. Pricks.
[He'll walk a little bit past Gavin, some what uselessly, he doesn't know where he's going, but it's better than just standing around.]
We should try and find a way to contact anyone back home I guess. Probably a place to stay until we can get the fuck outta here.