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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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Ivy.
[ and she extends the other hand to him for a more formal shake, waggling navy blue fingernails. she always speaks low, especially in a crowded room, her voice just a few notches lower than its natural pitch. ( no one has to know. ) the drink takes its effect immediately, loosening her posture, adding that extra sheen to a pair of dark brown eyes under mascaraed lashes.
the toast, she realizes, had been vague but she isn't quite sure about what this place brings and what she intends to do while she's inside of it. something new sounds about right, ivy thinks as she grins at him again. ] what's yours?
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( you look like an ivy. but let it not go without saying that she will ultimately become ives as time goes on. he's not normally the nickname-giving type, but. there are sometimes exceptions to the rule. or something.
she asks his name, and that half-smirk turns into something full-blown as their second round is delivered. ) Call me Dante. ( the demon killer.
but he doesn't need to give his title in this place. nobody would think it's anything special.
they shake hands, and he likes the contact, doesn't really want to let it go even as the conversation progresses. there will be other opportunities, d, trust us. ) You like it here? ( small-talk. grand. you are not good at this, but at least you're pretty. )
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Dante, [ she eventually repeats with a quirk of her mouth. that sounds right. no nicknames here, but she has never been of the nickname-giving sort anyway. terms of endearment on the other hand .... but, ah, we are getting way too ahead of ourselves right now. they have, after all, only just exchanged names. ]
I guess I like it, even if I hadn't exactly signed up for this trip. [ it's followed by the nonchalant shrug of a bare shoulder. her eyes drop to the second glass placed before her but she doesn't take the shot just yet, keeping the water close instead. ] I also lucked out when I got ... sorted, I guess that's what it's called. [ she runs the tip of her index finger down the center of her throat. ]
That tattoo the others have is pretty cool.
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there's so much room for speculation. that's really about all they have at this point, and there's still the thrum of adrenaline slithering through him at the notion, the idea of the thrill of what he doesn't know, and potentially what sort of trouble he can get himself into.
what? did you think he wouldn't think that way? ) That's me — don't forget it, but by all means, feel free to wear it out. ( well. it was only a matter of time before that particular side of him came out — and wouldn't that be a nice contributing factor into why he's probably going to flourish here?
mm. that aside, he does find himself letting his gaze slide over the slope of her neck, noting the absence of any such mark that might denote her as one of the submissives. that grin comes back full-throttle, morphs into something more like a smirk. ) Guess that puts you on the other end of the spectrum with me.
( he situates himself a little more on his stool, posture easy, almost lazy. ) That's gonna make things interesting, isn't it?
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[ ivy purses her lips to the side and briefly lifts an eyebrow as she reconsiders him, the stance he takes, the way he watches her. if she took this a step further, she thinks she could have him where she wants him, but she's uncharacteristically holding herself back if only because she isn't sure where she wants to go from here. maybe it was the talk on the train she had with the other boy, or the girl with the accent who seemed like she just wanted to get down to the business of things in her quest for information.
it's a lot to take in – enough to make a girl dizzy.
but then dante says something that pulls her right back into this room and this conversation, and ivy traces an imaginary line down her neck until she hits the top of her dress collar. ]
Guess I can't belong to anyone here.
[ as much as she craves independence, she can't help but feel mildly disappointed by that as well. it would have been interesting to explore that side of herself. though ... being in autonomy is putting a few foreign thoughts into her head. ]
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( when you drink as much of the rot-gut shit he has up to now, there's sure to be some residual effects. not pleasant ones. )
her response is something that gets his attention more than anything else has thus far — and trust him when he says all of her has had his attention from the second he'd found his place next to her — and the unthinkable happens. he thinks, thinks for longer than it would take to string a couple of meaningless words together for the sake of progression.
this is already taking an interesting turn. ) But you could have somebody belong to you. ( there it is again, that thoughtful pause. ) Unless that's not what you want, and if it's not, I gotta wonder what they were thinking when they sorted you.
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[ now that is too much introspection than she bargained for, but ivy eases out of saying more about herself, lightly touching his arm. ] What about you? Are you the dominant type? [ to her credit, she does not add a little eyebrow hop at the end of that second question because she's trying to seem a little more adult here.
eventually, she takes that second shot with a small toss of her head back. the glass hits the table again and she follows it with another sip of water. her skin already feels so much warmer, tingles running down the notches of her spine and landing somewhere around her hips. ]
You looking for someone to belong to you?
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much less that she tosses that question right back at him, like a shot, quick and easy and down it goes, settling in the pit of his stomach like something tangible he's sure he can feel, the weight just a little heavy. ) Never thought about it. ( a beat. ) Never had anything that lasted longer than a one-night stand — ( all those faces, and he's pretty sure he can't remember a single one of their names, but that's all water under the bridge, now, isn't it?
maybe he should feel bad for it, but he doesn't. there hadn't been anything special about them, anyway. just a means to an end when it came to getting through the night, and they were always gone by morning.
the slight flush of her skin has his gaze lingering on the contours of her face, the rise of cheekbones and the line of her jaw, ultimately settling on the curve of her mouth. ) I'm not against it.
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no one likes being forgotten. or at least she doesn't. she won't lie and say that it isn't why she would be much more interested in being a submissive, having that protection, that attention from someone else even if it means sharing it with a few others. that kind of bond might sound appealing through her own naive perspective.
ivy brushes a stray hair behind her ear again, drawing her fingers around the shell of it, touching the curve of her thin hoop earring out of habit. ]
Seems kind of intense, doesn't it, establishing that kind of relationship without, like, knowing someone for a while?
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he's never thought of himself as the protective type, but he'd been that for her, in the end. what's there saying he can't be that for someone else?
( jesus christ, this is some heavy shit. he might need a second. or another shot. which he does end up ordering but doesn't knock back immediately. ) ) I guess, I mean. ( he makes a face down at his shot, and then finally drains the glass. sets it back on the bartop with an audible clink. ) I don't exactly make a habit out of getting to know people, you know? Nobody ever sticks around long enough. ( part of that is him, because of course it is.
but part of it is something else, and he doesn't want to think about it. not right now. )
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I get that.
[ that's all ivy will give for now, because that got a little too real for her and her deepset abandonment issues. a discussion for another day, maybe.
or perhaps never at all. she would be fine with that too.
she goes back to her water, downing the rest of it and taking a few chunks of ice as well, chewing thoughtfully and brushing the back of her finger under her bottom lip to wipe away any remaining droplets. ] But I guess there's something nice about temporary closeness too. [ and that she also understands, seeking warmth in someone else's bed to fill some kind of hole in your heart for a few moments. it's not good. she's old enough to know that, but she gets it.
slowly, she lowers herself from the stool and lightly touches his hand. ] I'm going to the ladies'. I'll be back. [ hopefully he'll still be here, but should he follow and wait outside, she wouldn't say no to that either. ]
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it's okay, though. because while it never hurts to put some actual thought into what it means to be in a place like this with such strict guidelines, he's distracted easily enough by the way she curls that bit of hair around her fingers, and his attention is once again solely on her. ) Temporary … yeah. ( assuming he's ever let anyone to get close to him at all.
he's all about living in the moment, flitting from one thrill to the next adn the next and further still, because it keeps him focused on everything that isn't the fact that he's alone, because he's never cared about that, never has and never will and in this moment he might just be lying to himself, because he's learned what it means to let someone, anyone get close.
his brows are furrowed, mostly in thought but he meets her gaze head-on when she mentions she's excusing herself for a minute, and he gives a small nod and a ghost of that usual smirk as he flags down the bartender for a third shot.
she slips out of her seat and he knocks back that third shot without even flinching, even though he thinks he might be starting to feel more than a faint bit of heat in his cheeks; he hadn't expected to have that kind of conversation in a place like this, but there it was and here it is, the lingering thought in the forefront of his mind that is trying to convince him that there's something worth pursuing, here.
he could wait here. or he could follow the path she'd taken and linger outside the ladies' room, back against the wall and posture downright lazy, nonchalant with his hands in his jeans pockets and his head tilted back when she emerges, a brow quirked slightly upward when she looks his way.
whatcha gonna do, ives? or should that be —
whatcha wanna do? )
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for a pair from completely different backgrounds, they sure do make some of the same mistakes. of course she wants to figure him out, or at least know him a little better ( or a lot better ), because if there is one thing ivy is good at, it's making very bad decisions when it comes to picking the people who catch her eye.
like right now.
after adjusting her dress between the walk from the stall to the sink, she needlessly touches up her lipstick, that waxy feel on her tongue mingling with the aftermath of the shot he had ordered for her. her tanned cheeks are naturally flushed beneath the highlight and mild blush she applied earlier. her golden brown eyes are a touch glossy beneath mascara-covered lashes sans liner and shadow. the alcohol hasn't made too much of a mess and it has certainly geared her thoughts towards what she would like to do with this handsome stranger, melancholy and dangerous.
she pushes the door open and finds him there waiting for her as she expected. her lips curve into a knowing grin as she slowly sidles up to him, taking up every inch of personal space without really making a move. her boots are a little too flat so she slowly lifts her chin and laces her fingers through his. ]
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he doesn't know how to stay, but maybe this place is about to teach him. try to, anyway.
he is sometimes the king of making mistakes, bad decisions that land him in even worse scenarios but he doesn't think this is necessarily going to be one of those times; she's a gorgeous thing, soft-looking in a way that has his fingers itching to touch, to figure out how soft, or how wrong he might be about that assumption. he's never been nervous about something like this and that isn't about to change, but he is just a little bit anxious to know how this is all going to play out, where they're going to end up when it's all said and done.
he picks his head up when she emerges again, eyes following the movement of her stride as she slips up to him, into his space without so much as thinking anything different. his fingers curl around hers and he leans down, doesn't quite make the contact of lips against lips but he swears he's close enough that he can taste her lipstick as he finally thinks to open his mouth to speak up. ) Wanna find somewhere a little more private?
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but it's more than that and ivy caught it instantly, from the moment he sidled up to her. there is something here, not just heat and tension but something substantial, though that might be the alcohol talking. still, they may as well make this first night memorable.
his hands aren't soft but she wouldn't expect them to be, fingers slotted between his loosely, a half-commitment as their lips hover over each other, her breath warm and tasting of booze. the heady atmosphere doesn't help with clarity and finding answers, but she likes it that way, like wandering through some kind of dreamscape instead. she's always followed her heart and right now it thuds restlessly behind her ribcage. ]
Yeah.
[ eventually. the crowd doesn't take notice of either of them, but ivy doesn't need attention one way or the other if she has his this evening. she makes the first move, kissing him softly but firmly, letting him be the one to push for more if he wants a fuller kiss from her instead. he might have some trouble wiping off that red mark she's leaving on his mouth. ]
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there is something different about her. that's one thought he can't get out of his head.
she says yeah but he doesn't make a move to get them away from the whole of the crowd just yet; she kisses him, and it's not the most forward thing with how soft it is, but it's more than enough to have him pressing into it a little more than she is, uncaring of what sort of mark he's inevitably going to come away with because he wants to take that alcohol on her tongue, chase down that flicker of heat that's been sparking between them from the very beginning and see if he can make it bigger
the people around them can look if they want, even if there's not much to see other than the way dante lightly sucks at her bottom lip, draws it into his mouth with the tiniest bit of suction and frees it, going back in for another half-press of lips to the corner of her mouth.
consider him distracted, miss. )
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he pulls at her bottom lip just so and she returns it with the gradual parting of her lips, wanting to taste him and the alcohol on his tongue, eager but smooth in her approach. the handholding is so innocent compared to the varied thoughts flickering through her mind, most of which end with her name falling from his mouth.
she's always been bold. there's something about him that pushes her even further than that.
in this darkened corner of this traveling bar, she moves his hands to place them on her willing body, her skin already warm from the crowd and the booze and the excitement of it all, starting with one hand on her hip and the other higher on her torso. her own freed hands come to rest on his chest and the curve of his neck, closing any possible space left between their bodies. ]
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the handholding is deceptively innocent. at least up to the point at which she guides his hands to her body, one at her hip and one curled around the curve of her ribs, much too high to be considered anything but purposeful as she closes the distance between them. he breathes in that soft exhale, takes that parting of her lips as an invitation to lick into her mouth, coax her tongue into his as the hand at her ribs slips steadily upward.
bold. fingertips ghost along the bottom curve of a breast in a blatant tease, still uncaring of who might find them in this corner they've claimed for themselves, and at the very last minute — he pulls out of that kiss, leaving a nip to her bottom lip as the hand that teases slides up to curl around the side of her throat, coaxing her gaze upward as he breathes softly against her mouth. ) You wanna belong to somebody?
( just for a night? however long this lasts? )
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here, she knows what she's doing, guiding his hands just so, setting the pace herself so she can push them both in the right direction. but it doesn't matter how much control she has over the situation, just being with him makes her head spin, dizzy from the mounting tension, keen for any sort of release.
ivy almost doesn't hear his question, her eyes dropping to his mouth and wanting to claim it all over again. obediently, she eventually tilts her head back and looks up at him. her fingers absently trace up the curve of his neck to mirror that same line she drew on herself, catching the collar of his shirt and moving steadily downward until her fingertips hit the band of his jeans. ]
Make me yours.
[ class rules be damned tonight. she can hold her own, but right now she doesn't want to think about claiming anyone for herself and autonomy seems to be the perfect place for a little flexibility. ]
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make me yours, she says, and something in him snaps; not to the point that she would be able to tell, but there's a sharpness in the way he pulls her closer still, possessive in a way that he would never consciously lay claim to, takes her mouth again in another kiss that is all but devouring as he holds her close to him. leaves no space between their bodies even though he's well aware that he needs to get them both away from this crowd if this is going to progress like they both want it to, and he makes some contemplative sound in the back of his throat as he pushes away from the wall.
keeps her close, and even with all the bodies crowding here and there and there he somehow manages to find a more private space, pulling them both into it and ultimately pressing her back against the closed door as he takes her mouth again, kisses her soundly as one hand reaches up to pull her hair out of its ponytail.
fingers thread through dark strands, coaxing her to tip her head back to give him access to the column of her throat, kisses dropped against her pulse-point and he lingers there, just for a second, sucking at the subtle rhythm it makes beneath the surface of her skin. )
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ivy melts into him, distracted from the crowd around them, pliant in a way she isn't for most people, especially someone she has just met – but then again, venturing into the unknown is dangerously exciting. when she pulls away briefly to follow him into the next free room they can find, the edges of her vision blur just enough so that she can only see his form.
with a wry grin, she backs into the door to shut and lock it, playful as always as she waits for him to corner her this time. her hands find the beltloops of his jeans to tug his hips closer to hers, though the way he pulls her hair out of its tie takes her by surprise. she willingly lifts her chin again so that he can feel the rapid beating of her pulse beneath his lips. a soft moan follows as her hands crawl up beneath his shirt.
i'm all yours. ]
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good thing no one's saying anything. that would be giving too much away straight out of the gate.
she gives him the semblance of a lead and he takes it, even as he finds himself following the pull against his beltloops until their hips are flush together; he pulls her hair free of its tie because he wants to see her unhinged, or at least disheveled enough to give rise to the notion because it might just be too early for either of them to give too much over, but. he still drinks it in. commits it to memory because there's no telling if they'll be able to have something like this outside of this place, given their status.
and even still, in the back of his mind? fuck it. since when were rules meant to be anything other than broken?
her hands slip beneath the edge of his tank and his own slide over the expanse of her thighs, memorizing the shape of them, daring to slip a little bit beneath the hem of her dress but he doesn't go too far, not just yet, because all that character development he'd been the recipient of before he'd come here won't allow him to be bold beyond his capacity to tell when too much is too much.
she might be his — but. taking advantage right from the start is something else altogether.
( and get him far enough into it? he won't think that much about it. ) )
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