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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!! |
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He already knows by now that she might not know him, so he approaches carefully and sits near her but not so close as to invade her personal space.
His hands rest on the table. One of them is a prosthetic.]
You look about the same way I feel. [He remarks, his voice wry. He's careful not to let too much sympathy seep into his words. He can't imagine she'd appreciate a stranger's pity, and that's where he likely is with her. He knows what it's like to hear her call him 'my friend' but this version of her probably wouldn't like him assuming that familiarity.]
let's just go for it why not
[ If the use of his title hadn't confirmed that she knew him, the look on her face would have. Relief, amazement - and then complete humiliation, her cheeks burning with shame as her eyes drop to the table. It's bad enough that she has to endure this. But to have the Inquisitor see her in such a state -
One hand actually twitches, as if about to come up and cover her neck, before she stops herself. She's made a choice not to conceal it, and in any case, it would do no good, only draw yet more attention to the ugly mark there.
Instead, she forces her gaze up again, drawn inexorably to the elf's own neck, and the lack of a matching tattoo. That, at least, is a blessing. ]
I am sorry, Inquisitor.
[ Of all the people who should never have been subjected to this world. ]
That you are here. That you must see this.
you have no freaking idea how happy you just made me! :D
You've nothing to apologize for, Cassandra.
[He reaches out then, offering her his real hand to take if she would like, meaning it as some kind of physical comfort.
Their friendship has never really been very tactile, but he feels it's still important to show her that he's not disgusted by her. This world disgusts him, but she will always be one of the strongest people he knows.
Still, she has the choice. She can reach out if she wants to. He's not demanding or forcing her to do anything. That's the whole point of being in this club.]
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[ Perhaps it's not her place to apologize for any of it, but she is sorry, nevertheless. She looks down at his hand on the table, and while it's true that she's not usually one to seek out physical comfort, right now things are different. She feels so lost and alone here, so utterly powerless, and that is worst of all. The Inquisitor's presence is a welcome, familiar thing, and she reaches out for the offered hand without a second thought.
It's only once her fingers have closed around his that she spots the prosthetic, and she gasps, shocked and horrified. ]
Inquisitor - your arm -
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Oh. I...
Cassandra, what year was it for you back home? For me, it's 9:45 Dragon.
[At least this topic can distract them both from the reality of her situation, even if just for a moment.]
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[ She stares at him, uncomprehending. To find herself inexplicably in this place, cut off from her world and her home, is one thing, but at least it's plausible that both she and the Inquisitor, alongside all these others, could somehow be spirited away.
But this? What year was it for you, he had said, and she doesn't understand. ]
It is - it is 9:41 Dragon. [ Of course it is. What other year would it be? ] Are you saying - you are from my future?
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[He doesn't fully get it either, but he has come to understand that they can take people from any time or place they wish. He supposes this isn't the most outlandish thing he's encountered since he arrived here.]
In 9:44 the Anchor... It started to react very badly. Solas had to remove my arm to postpone my death.
[Oh boy, Solas. He has so much to tell her. He barely knows where to start.]
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It is killing you. Even then, it had taken Solas' intervention to save Lavellan's life. But... ]
But you closed the Breach. [ She looks up at his face again, anxious, not understanding. ] The Anchor...it should not have been a danger to you. Not any longer.
[ Certainly not three years later. What had happened in all that time? ]
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I think using that magic over and over put me at risk. I'm no mage, and even if I were, the orb belonged to Fen'Harel. None but him could wield it without complication.
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Inquisitor...Cyril.
I am sorry.
[ Sorry for what had happened to him. Sorry that she had done nothing to prevent it, that she hadn't even stopped to wonder if she should. She frowns. The name sounds slightly familiar - surely she's heard it somewhere before, but... ]
...Fen'Harel?
Is that Elven?
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He takes a breath and then releases it slowly.] Oh. Right. I have so much to catch you up on...
It is elven. The trickster god, in fact. The one that the stories say locked the Creators and the Forgotten Ones away.
He's real. Actually, he, um...
He's Solas.
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The trickster god means nothing to her. Solas does.
She stares at Cyril, blindsided. ]
...You think Solas is...a god?
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[That's something he knows she disagrees with him about though, so he moves on to explain.]
The Creators were never gods. They were very powerful mages who grew to become worshipped. The Evanuris.
Back then, they had whole kingdoms within the empire, and... [This is difficult to admit, give him a moment.] And slaves.
Fen'Harel worked to free those slaves. He took them in at a temple where he taught them that there was no such thing as gods and gave them the tools to fight those who had enslaved them.
When the Empire fell, he went into uthenera. There he remained, spending his time with spirits and seeing the memories of the world as it progressed without him. Any time that Solas spoke of the Fade, that is what he was talking about.
Then, recently, he woke and gave his orb of power to Corypheus. When that turned out to be a mistake, he approached the only people who seemed capable of defeating him by taking on the appearance of a humble apostate from the north.
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Solas...
[ Conflicting emotions struggle for dominance. Anger. Betrayal. Self-reproach - she should have seen this coming.
She had trusted him. ]
...You are quite certain?
Why...why would he do such a thing?