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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!! |
Amane Kawanokami | Original | Submissive (October Birthday)
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lies!
There were too many people and he'd seen so many female humans it had been mindboggling. Including the one who was speaking now, as he was curled up the best he can on his seat, tail wrapped around his legs.]
Of course there's no plants; I haven't seen a single tree since I got here.
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[From others, it may be an amused or sarcastic response, perhaps a bit of both--after all, a tree in a train? Really?--but her tone is unambiguously sincere. Her next remarks only reinforce it.]
But...no vines, no flowers? It is so...spartan, here.
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Two Canes don't like plants. That has to be the reason.
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I do not take your meaning.
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Humans. That's what you call yourselves. Aren't they the ones who built this place?
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So you'd think he'd be easy to find. The girl will have to look up high if she wants to chase down her partner, since he'll be lounging somewhere high. In the rafters? ]
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Above.
Sigh.
It is not though it will be difficult to reach him, her only concern is that she's wearing a skirt, but she must admit it is enough seeking to make this interesting. She could ascend from her position quite easily, but she would rather not risk drawing too much attention to herself and so she finds a darker corner. With the ease of walking she jumps from wall to wall quickly, hands reaching for a beam and using her built-up momentum to swing herself onto it in flip.
From there it is simply jumping from one to the next until she arrives. She brushes down her skirts the moment she lands on the last beam, no worse for wear. Her stride is calmly confident, not at all bothered for the height and she manages to find her quarry.]
Excuse me? Might I have a moment of your time, please?
market
He caught up with her as she ducked into an alley, and now they're here, and he's watching her try not to shove food into her mouth like a hamster.]
Neat trick. [She's pretty good. He lost her a couple of times, and he isn't even sure she knew he was following her.
So he takes a step forward, crouches down, and holds his hand out.]
Gimme one.
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[Her tone is quite polite and innocent.]
Surely, you can ask better than that.
[In a place like this, a remark such as that might carry certain connotations, but there is no flirtatious subtext, no want to hold him in her power.
She is simply mildly irritated at the lack of manners. Honestly, some people.
and this is her stash, wow.]
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[He catches that subtext, though - truthfully, the thought of a lady bossing him around isn't even a bad one (lord knows that's been his life plenty of times) - but he figures it's unintentional.
Even if she's a pretty decent actor, too. He scoots closer, walking while still crouched, big, goofy steps, then sits himself down beside her, palms flat against the ground.
He lifts one of his hands, holds it out again.]
Look, I'm not gonna rat you out either way, so don't worry about that.
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And he came this far after her? Really, now.
But she will not push the point, he is her better in this society, and defying him could mean trouble.
Either out of reason, stubbornness or petulance, she will still not admit to any wrongdoing, but she hands him a large, ripe fruit.]
There you are, sir.
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He'd just been teasing her - sure, he could go for some food, but he hardly thinks she needs to give it to him. He'd wanted banter. That slow breath, the way she hands him the largest fruit off the top instead of one of the dinky, bruised little apples he'd been expecting to get - well, it bugs him.
He leans back, waves the offer off, refuses to take the apple.]
Nah, you don't have to. [When was the last time he got called 'sir,' anyway?]
You grow up in the slums or something? You're pretty good at losing people. And playing dumb.
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[Please, as if she stole anything bruised. Everything is quality.
But she is still holding it out, and pushes it closer to him a little, not unlike the manner in which he scuttled towards her.
Take it.]
You may call it a prize. [She'll deny anything outright, but she will concede that much. She's still annoyed and does not like to, but she can make a show of losing gracefully.]
At any rate, it is not polite to refuse anything from a lady.
[Take it.
Take the fruit, Yuri.
But he's still...sitting next to her. She isn't tense, she does not look bothered, but she raises an eyebrow a little.
This doesn't really happen?]
Not good enough, apparently. Ah, no. Not quite. [far faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar from it. If the dying whale that passed for her sense of humour permitted it, and if she were a lot more arrogant, she'd be laughing quite uproariously.
As it stands, her lips quirk self-consciously before she says, very plainly, but betraying nothing.]
But I know what it takes to survive, sometimes.
[speaking of, you know what it takes to survive? food. which she stole. and you're gonna partake.]
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Still, the club's fun. She can be a wallflower, and she always enjoys peoplewatching. As someone who's had little freedom in her life, seeing other people enjoying theirs, going through the motions that come so naturally to them? It's fun stuff. She watches people pair off, flirt, drink - when someone asks her about the lottery, she decides to enter her name, just out of curiosity.
She's glad it's another woman. She doesn't want to hit on a guy.]
Mm, hey. [She raises her hand as she approaches, ice clinking in the glass, then blinks at the curtsy, eye scanning the other woman up and down. Slowly, she leans forward, sets the drink down on the table, and lifts the side of her blouse, bows forward a little. There's a wince as she does, legs still not quite enough for these kinds of motions, but whatever. She's having fun.]
Edith. Are you always so polite? I've met a few rich girls, but usually they were just telling me off. [Because in her mind, polite and rich go hand in hand. Nobody can afford manners in the slums, or out in the colonies.]
-- oh, were you expecting me to be a gentleman here? Could have bowed and kissed the back of your hand and called you 'my lady.' My bad.
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[She hasn't been given cause to act without civility, and even then, Amane would be hard pressed not to be, even in the direst of circumstances.
She folds her hands in front of her. Yeah, she is rich, so she won't disavow her of that notion, there is no point, for the moment. Not while she is still in her current clothes. She isn't certain if it will make her a target or not in this world, but she will deal with it if and when the time comes.
She shakes her head gently, very faint colour on her face when Edith makes her suggestion, uncertain if she's being made fun of or not, but not pressing the point.]
No, please act as you would, Edith-san. Ah, you have a lovely name, if I may say so...
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['Alpha Seven.' 'A7.' That was her name, for a long while, but she likes this one better, even if her time as Edith hasn't been that fun.
She's happy for the compliment, at least. She smiles, awkward and uncertain, but genuine. It comes across as more of a smirk than anything, but cut her some slack.]
Amane. I've only heard a couple of names like that. It's nice, though. The sound kind of goes down, up, up. [She sits down next to her assigned partner, kicks her legs up on the table - she's been trained in a lot of things, but courtesy isn't one of them - and reaches for her glass again, takes another sip. Idly, she rolls the ice in it back and forth, watches it all clink together. Her eye trails across it, then back over to Amane.]
No drink for you?
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It is not often she gets to pay compliments, at least outside of some sort of political context, it is even less so that they are so well received. She almost wants to keep going, but she restrains herself. She does not wish to come off as insincere or strange. Stranger.]
Ah, thank you. When you say you have heard names like that, what do you mean, exactly? [She does not appear to recognise it, but Amane isn't certain Edith would be someone who did.
She stares in front of her for a moment, where her drink, the glass now gone, once stood.]
I did have one earlier, but--[Her palette has gone on strike until further notice for cruel and unusual punishment. She can offer no defense.]--it was not to my taste. Ah, perhaps I chose poorly.
[or perhaps she is too much of a rich fucking girl for this place.]
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She leans back against the seat, shakes her glass.]
Well, if you want my advice, I've got nothing. I can only even name three kinds of alcohol. And whiskey's a freebie, my CO drank it like it was water.
[She raises her glass a little, tilts it back, and takes another drink.]
The name, though - iunno. It's Japanese, isn't it? Most of the Japanese are up on Colony Seven, way past Jupiter. You don't exactly run into them much. I only ever met a few representatives, and I never talked to them. Just saluted when they walked past.
[She brings her hand up in a mock salute, but she's still got her glass in it, so it's more just clinking it against her skin.]
If I'm off-base, whoops.
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Pardon me, am I to understand that you are a soldier? And that you live in a place of colonised space?
[Because, legit, this sounds super cool.]
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sorry for the delay
lies
I expect they weren't included in the city design.
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Different. It is so spartan by comparison. It smells different.
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[ Judging by her reaction, anyway. ]
What were you expecting?
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