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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!! |
Cael Lupei | OC | Submissive (October)
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Scraping by, living and dying on the whims of the elite--it was one thing to live it in Caridis, born to a station. There were options for mobility, and the lottery nature of the Koronokto with which to seize bits of power. He'd been climbing up from the canals for half his life. With his instruments, by courting the right people in the Geltean theaters, the Virmidian salons.
It's a very different thing, to open a door and feel like you chose it.
Everywhere he looks, there are the marked travelling in packs, if by mandate or for protection. There are the possessed and their possessors; men and women on their knees, public expression brooked with the lift of a dominant's hand.
Even in the scarlet streets of Virmidis, the fawning and keeping of pets wasn't so overt. It's like a layer stripped from the world, and he can close his eyes, touch the words on the door again, feel his stomach drop. Worse than a real choice; it's enough to be here, to be removed from everything he knew. Whether he made the choice or was chosen for it, something wants him to know his place--and stay there.
There wasn't long to wallow in it. Orientation, rules--your new life in shades of grey, between bars of black and white. It's a lot to absorb, but he keeps his eyes down and his ears open. There's always something--if not a way out, a way to ease the ties of a situation. A way to make life bearable. It comes in a form he doesn't quite expect; the hides and haunts of his world are rather open, depending on where you go to find them. There are districts for debauchery, islands of the arts--but in a place like this, is it any real surprise the rebellion has drink service?
Tugging at his collar to hide his mark would only draw that same attention to it, so he leans into it, tipping his head to put back a drink. The heat of the Down has already unravelled his hair from its braid, and he pushes it back as he sets the glass down with a chink of glass on stone.
Here, it doesn't matter. Here, can start making the connections to get ahead. "How about a different lottery," he asks the person behind the bar: "Send someone over there a drink, tell them it's from me."
The club might yield the truer allies, and he's asked to be kept abreast of its whereabouts--but certain access, it seems, can only be granted through the contracts. Cael might be used to using attraction to his advantage, but there's a new layer to this place: being clever, being just the right amount of unattainable, might not be the best option.
Being good is a thing to play carefully, in his experience. It's the lady's fan, used to obscure and make promises with the eyes; snapped shut and back open to allure with its absence; fanning the coquetish blush to say, isn't this a bit much, and don't you want to subject me to more?
Maybe fans will be the next lesson, and he can finally pull ahead of the curve. The kindness of the demonstrators isn't dismissed, for all he imagines it's meant to ease the lot of them into carting cheese trays on their backs.
"I'd almost rather the whole crop and cross nonsense," he murmurs to a neighbor. "Seems like it would be more fun to spill the wine."
[ m/m or m/f for either prompt, no characters under 18 please ]
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Yu Yang isn't necessarily opposed to the idea of that. Giving or receiving. He doesn't like being told what to do but that's not exactly the same is it? He doesn't think so. He leans in and raises a brow. "Why spill it? That's a waste."
But he's bored and he's done with the demonstration. Yu Yang sizes his neighbor up. They have a mark on their throat, so submissive, but what did that really mean? He didn't have one but didn't feel he was a true dominant.
"Wanna get out of here?"
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It's only when that attention draws back closer to home, he realizes he's speaking to one of the unmarked--someone who might slot a preference away for later. Watching the others go to their hands and knees, he stands by it. "Would you rather hold up someone's ashtray like a good little boy," he asks.
As for the followup, well: any insulation the motel provided against the Down's heat isn't doing much with the crowded room. "Get out of here for some private demonstration, or did you have something else in mind?"
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Good little boy. He was a man and it felt strange to have someone call him that. Maybe he was better suited to his role than he'd first thought. He didn't want to be cruel or domineering, but maybe there was something to being in control.
"I'm Yu Yang." There's the slightest hesitation. "Or sir."
He winces. That sounds awful. Too late to take it back.
"I don't need any furniture. If we leave it's to do something else." But the question was what.
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To be unsure of power could go several ways. Would this one lash out with it, wield it only in show, or grow into something worth knowing?
Cael isn't in the habit of waiting around to find out, but he hadn't been in the habit of attending lessons in playing furniture, before today. "I'd love to see more of your side of the city," he offers. "If sir would allow it."
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"I've decided I don't like sir either."
Sorry, he's testing this all out. "Call me Yu or hysung." Which might not really fit either, as it means older male. And maybe he forgets about the roles in light of playing tour guide to someone he's just met. "Here."
He reaches out to take Cael's hand and tuck it into his own, smiling at the guy.
"Now everyone will think you're mine, right?"
Then they could go wherever and no one would bother Cael.
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He allows Yu his hand, brows lifting to answer the smile. Perhaps there is some other gap--the act seems more intimate than possessive. It wasn't something often done, in the streets of Caridis, but there had been that bit of affection in the demonstration. Perhaps it matters, here.
Squeezing the link of their fingers, he doubts many would mistake them, without the line down his throat. "Don't let go, then."
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"Who says anyone has to be on their knees?" Right?? Well, he wanted to try that stuff out but he wasn't in a hurry. "I won't."
He tugs him out and onto the street, leading Cael silently towards the public transportation. Once they're on and found a seat, he leans close and makes it so that everyone knows that this submissive wasn't up for grabs. That's what they were supposed to do, maybe.
"Is this okay?"
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This place split over an axis like sides of a great coin, defying any idea that it isn't magical--but Cael has yet to find the mechanism for it. The give and take that fuels its power. Perhaps this, somehow: the give and take of possessor and possessed, the sacrifice of dignity.
None of which feels much given up, his hand held and Yu just--hovering. Cael nods, trying to make it a bow of his head for the sake of those around them. "You're doing fine."
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Not really his type, but he really does appreciate the sentiment.
"I guess I'm old fashioned. I like the novelty in actually talking to people before I decide if I'm going to fuck them." Or make them shine his shoes or whatever the hell he's supposed to be doing here.
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A page of their accounts would be the proper draw, but that doesn't seem the thing to look for, here.
"Would you happen to have another of those," he asks, the bartender having the sense to set down a refill instead of casting his line further out. "And would I have to--lick an ashtray later, if I asked for it?"
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Maybe the disadvantage is some of the point.
"That's good, at this point I'd rather eat the ash." The cigarette is familiar enough, if not in the banding along its sides; Cael examines it briefly between two fingers, then the space between them.
When he'd asked for the power to strike down the Danes, he hadn't much thought of the after. Best not to singe the brows off a man who might own him for a season. The past few days have certainly given him a smallness to meditate on, and the compacted anger for the spark. Striking his first finger on a callous, it lights like a match. He breathes the first smoke and fissures it away from the bar with the corner of his mouth.
Holding up the flame for the staff's attention, he procures a shot of water to put it out. "Thank you," he says, sliding the glass gone to steam in close. "And you. I need the practice."
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