TDM #1

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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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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.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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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

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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

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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

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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!!

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[killful]

[There is none.

She can hear the smirk in his voice.]

Sorry to disappoint. I was never really good at submitting. [A lie, a lie that he believes in.] Should we stop here?

[He's leaning toward the option that doesn't kill him.]

[deheaded]

[ surprisingly, shuten isn't disappointed by the lack of a mark there on assassin's neck. a slim eyebrow lifts at the question, but she'll answer it by tightening her fist even further in his hair and lowering her mouth to his exposed throat. her lips press to his skin — no flowers, no stripe, a perfect, blank canvas for her.

she'll do her best to keep them at bay, but her fangs are very sharp. as she sucks hard at that trapped skin, they'll poke, testing the tension and threatening to bring blood to the surface. but with a soft pop she'll pull her mouth away before such a thing happens.

no point in ruining public transportation her first day here. ]

You'll submit to me.

[killful]

Ah— Ngh...

[ His entire body goes rigid, unsure of whether he wants to lean in or pull away, because while color blooms under the ink on his chest and his limbs want to hold something after they've gone so long without a body's touch, he feels the tips of her fangs and he nearly blanches in what he thinks are his final moments. They never come.

He doesn't know if he should be more worried about the fear or lingering arousal. ]

I have, one Master...

[deheaded]

But they're not here...

[ her mouth slides over shinssin's ear and she keeps her voice a low, almost menacing whisper. the ace up her long sleeve stays hidden for now because she doesn't want to call on those intoxicating fruits just yet. it's just not as fun if people bend because her charm told them to. ]

It would be better for you to secure yourself a home with someone of your ilk, don't you think? Submit, and I'll make sure you have a place to belong.

[killful]

[ Is he trapped again? Yan Qing struggles under her to no avail. The skies of Duplicity are different but his star of misfortune will follow him wherever he goes. Dying is much better than to live with shackles and shame, but he is no longer a word on a page, and he refuses to die in the stomach of a demon — his ilk. For a moment, he wonders if she means his Class or something else. But oh, people never did trust the words of a killer. His next words come out like a hiss: ]

Don't make promises you can't keep.

[ He won't be made a fool. He knows what's too good to be true. ]

[deheaded]

[ promises, promises. it's not in an oni's nature to make promises in the first place, but... ]

I would never. [ shuten may be a demon, an evil creature and one of the worst plagues upon japan, but she has her pride. moreover, she has the charisma and the mindset of a leader, and one who can control chaotic beings. it's more than just her charm; it's who she is.

slowly, shuten pulls back so she can lift yan qing's face with her hands, small fingers splaying out over his cheeks. she would never promise kintoki that she wouldn't rampage; she wouldn't promise master not to bite if they ever had sex. it's like the tale of the scorpion and the frog, dealing with shuten, but the difference is that shuten will never promise to do something out of her nature. the scorpion lied, and in the end, both it and the frog perished.

this child of draconic heritage will always stick to her nature, and never presume to be anything more or anything less. ]

I was not the leader of Mount Ooe by accident, you know.

[killful]

[He will not let his freedom go to waste. He is not the kind to live alone, either. His heart wouldn't be able to take it. But she says she'll give him a home in place of a master, and it is so tempting to say yes. He doesn't know why, though. The only thing stopping him is pride.]

From one mountain to another...

[Mountains are far from the capital's reach. After years of being with the bandits of Mount Liang, he of all people should know why. It's the same with her, isn't it?

Beware the outlaws of the marsh.

For outcasts and newcomers like himself, living a solitary life only put them in danger. People don't take too kindly to tattoos and red horns.]

What's in it for you?

[deheaded]

[ her answer comes plainly, after a momentary pause: ]

The company of someone who understands.

[killful]

[What? No. He thinks he knows, but— No. It can't be that simple. First of all:]

You're not gonna eat me?

[deheaded]

[ a giggle, and it sends rumbles through her entire body and down into yan qing's. ]

No, no. You're far too pretty.

[ hahaha. ]

And I'm a humanitarian. There's no use eating my own kind if they have not done something wrong.

[killful]

[So if he was ugly, he'd be dead...

And he is still uncomfortably turned on.]

Is it really called being humanitarian when you're a... [Hm. Maybe he shouldn't say it.]

[deheaded]

Sa~y i~t.

[ she won't take these half-answers!! ]

[killful]

... oni?

1/2

[deheaded]

[ a throaty laugh, and shuten presses a kiss to yan qing's lips. ]

Was that so difficult...?

[deheaded]

Humans that eat greens are vegetarians, aren't they? How does that make my choice of term any different?

[killful]

[When he kissed her the first time, it was for another purpose. He's not sure how to take this one, but he blushes all the same.]

Oh. That's what you meant.

[And this thing they're doing is called... what, playing with her food?

But she said he was her kind. The 36th Heavenly Star. A demonic star.]

Just so we're clear, I haven't agreed to anything yet.

[deheaded]

[ you know, shuten was once human, and every so often, she can feel things as though she were still human.

hearing him say that stings a little. yan qing will be alone, but... so will she. for as long as she's cared to remember, shuten has had someone with her. some just lower oni minions, but then there was kintaro, and after him, ibaraki. in a strange world like this, the company of something similar would...

ahhh, it doesn't matter. ]

If you say so, [ she finally purrs, brushing her lips over his again before moving to ease herself out of his lap. ]

[killful]

[A feeling tries to settle in the pit of his stomach when there is some finality to her kiss this time around. He won't have it. It's the stuff of bitter endings, and he knows better than to repeat his mistakes.

A sharp tug of Shuten's hips pulls her back onto him. He's almost gotten used to it.]

Hey, hey. Where do you think you're going? I didn't say no, did I?

[Because he knows how to live alone. He just doesn't want to.]

I just wanna lay down some rules. They're negotiable, but I don't think you'll wanna change 'em.

[deheaded]

My, so forceful...

[ but the tease is an empty one, because shuten couldn't help the sharp inhale when yan qing's hands dug into her hips. her own hands find their way onto his shoulders and she holds herself steady, rocking her hips against his. ]

I'm listening.

[ the question is, will yan qing be able to talk? ]

[killful]

[He makes a sound low in his throat, stiffening under her rhythm. There is only so much cloth covering her skin, and he only has so much self-control. His hold tries to keep her waist steady, but part of him doesn't really want her to stop.]

First rule.

[The words don't leave him without a sigh.]

You make a mess... You clean it up.

[deheaded]

[ ahhh, she loves that sound he makes, and it just encourages her to roll her hips more insistently. that stiffness of his doesn't go unnoticed either, and it's a safe guess that she's paying more attention to his pleasure than his words. ]

Mmhm, mmhm... Go on.

[ as she slides a hand down between them, acting like she's only using it to adjust her position on his hips.. ]

[killful]

[Another wanton sound slips out at her touch, pouring down a flushed chest that begins to glisten with sweat.]

Second rule.

[He traces the black strip that curves around her hips and into her bottom, languid fingers playing with the wetter spot that covers where she wants it. She's not listening. He can't help it.]

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. [A grunt as she rubs against the hard length underneath the cloth.] At least not to me.

[At the tail of his words, he catches her lower lip with his mouth, kisses sweet as they are intoxicating. That's allowed. But she should know that he doesn't consume flesh as if it makes his mouth water. He only savors.]

[deheaded]

[ the kiss comes as only a slight surprise, and shuten doesn't hesitate before returning it. the fingers playing at that wet spot make her shiver, and heat flushes over her skin up to her face. it's a different kind of drunken flush that colors her skin, and as she's allowing herself to be consumed with kissing yan qing, she gently digs her nails into the ink on his stomach.

it's an interesting rule he puts to her, because assassins are known for doing pretty much anything in their line of work.

well, she supposes it can't be helped.

a hungry sigh escapes her, and shuten moves that lower hand to encourage yan qing to seek out her heat. her mouth moves from his because she knows if he takes the lead, she won't be able to stop herself from biting his lip and drawing blood. even a few droplets would perhaps be too much at the start. ]

[killful]

[ It's simple, really. Don't eat him, only kill him. If Shuten will invite Yan Qing into her home, she should be prepared for that much. His remains won't dissolve into the pit of a stomach. But he is dissolving into her, hopeful that he sears his memory into her mind. Flowers on his stomach seem to bloom as Shuten's nails sting his skin, certain that they have sunken her claws so that he will not run. But he is also sure that he can't escape—not until she sinks onto his flesh.

So he hums against her neck, murmuring her name as he plays with the strip over her slit, twists it around, tugs it. Rugged fingers circle the pink of her entrance in slow circuits as his breath shudders against his her skin. She wants this, and he was always good at pleasing others.

It's how he takes control. ]

Third rule.

[ His fingers enter with one sudden thrust. ]

You can come first. That's fine with me.

[ The thick lips between her legs rest in his palm as he keeps her still. ]

But I will never be less than second. [ Drenched digits dig further in. ] And you will never leave me.

[deheaded]

[ is it truly taken when permission is given this freely? yan qing has no need to rest it from her: shuten holds it out for him on that dish she drinks from, that part of her, a thread of her legend. it is pleasure between them, and shuten has never been one to deny herself such things, drenched in beauty and rich cloth.

but, she'd think later, such things would be better were they to come willingly from a certain golden boy. for now... yan qing is all she needs.

the sound that leaves her is thick but almost imperceptible if one wasn't listening close enough to hear it, if they didn't know what they were listening for. it's a moan just for him, and shuten dips her head forward, letting out a heady breath afterward. her thighs tremble as those rough fingers drive inside of her, and she can feel herself get more and more slick the deeper they go. yes, yes, a grin seems to say, i'll agree if you keep doing that. but it's a crooked grin, the grin of a dangerous beast, one fang showing over her lip and digging into her tough skin. the flush creeps further over her face, and the hand that had coaxed him in one way now finds a different way to entertain itself.

her palm curves over his stiffness between them, rubbing in firm strokes to match shinssin's ministrations. ]

Hahh... Second, is it? No, no, that won't do.