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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shuten douji 🎀 fgo 🎀 dominant

[deheaded]

( ooc; dom due to no canon birthday)
TRAVEL IN COMPANY;

[ having been afoot at chaldea for some time, shuten douji was used to showing up in weird parts of the world with different laws, areas, magics. the only difference is that the choice of traveling across the timeline has been taken from her, and her master with it. perhaps it's no surprise that this finally happened: da vinci was ever the eccentric type, and she enjoyed fiddling with the technology that surrounded the defenders of the world. despite the orientation, shuten isn't completely convinced that this has nothing to do with the rayshift technology yet, but... for now, she will see how things go.

bright, royal purple robes slide down over her hands as she looks out the train window, watching as the city flies by in a blur of color. one hand is lifted to her lips, hiding her fangs from view but there's no hiding the tall horns that poke out of her head. shuten has been told she is a dominant in this place — a thought that makes her laugh to herself. as though anyone had ever needed to tell her that. she is a menace, a demon, one of the three great calamities of japan; dominance was never in question with her. perhaps she finds this thought a little too funny, because those slender shoulders start to shake as she laughs into her sleeve just loud enough to be heard. ]

END IN THE DISCORD;

[ shuten has never needed an excuse to drink. if anything, she'd need an excuse to stop. alcohol is woven into her legend much like the towering shadow of mt ooe is, and it's impossible to find an oni like her without a drinking gourd strapped to her waist.

or set on the booth beside her. same thing, really.

while others drink from tumblers and wine glasses, shuten creates herself a small red laquer dish to sip from, reclining against one of the most comfortable seats that the club has to offer. there's no need to act as a dominant here, but she can't help it; she's always been drawn to the most exquisite things in life. that large, blue glass gourd is almost bigger than her, yet she lifts it with ease to pour herself another drink. and another. and another. no matter how much she drinks she doesn't seem to get that drunk just yet, and should she make eye contact with someone from across the room, she will use her hand to beckon them closer. ]

Sit with me, [ one arm goes around that gourd as she leans forward. her free hand props up her chin. ] Talk with me. Spend some time and tell me of your story.

[ of course, shuten also put her name into the lottery, so she'll be interested in talking to whomever is her "connection" for the evening. ]

WILDCARD
( ooc: if you have anything in mind you can throw it at me, or PM me to hash out details! if your character would know shuten douji has an oni from japanese myth, i am 100% ok with them recognizing her in that way. )

travel

[killful]

Someone's having fun!

[Demons rarely aren't. New as he may be to all this time-hopping, world-saving business, it didn't take him long to learn the faces and names of each new ally. A hundred and eight weren't so bad. What's a hundred more? It was certainly easy to remember the fellow Assassin with the large gourd contrasting her petite frame and the red horns protuding above her lovely face. Shuten Douji: a notorious oni peerless in appetite. Around her, caution was only a matter of course.

Of course, that meant it was harder to tell if she was the same Shuten he knew, but Assassin liked taking his chances. No risk, no reward.

His smile is practiced as it is disarming.]

Should I take that as a good thing?

[deheaded]

It would be far worse if I was having a bad time, don't you think?

[ her reply is ever aloof, but for an ally — and one who carries much the same scent as her — she'll give him a grin. a flash of fang is seen before she turns her attention once more to the passing scenery. ]

A familiar face is welcome, Assassin. You should take a seat.

[killful]

[That saves him a lot of questions. Whatever act he planned to put on drops completely as he sits back and relaxes into the chair, tattooed arms crossed. Wherever this rayshift took them is far from comfort.]

Thanks! Good to know I'm not alone. This place is... [He pauses, and though his voice is soft as a feather, the smile he cracks is like the blade by her side.] Oh, haha. I better watch my tongue. Was never good at that.

End

[homomculous]

[Coming to the club had been a strange experience for Iri, nothing at all like anyplace else she'd ever encountered. But the liberation it promised was intriguing, though she honestly wasn't sure she was wrapped up in these rolls enough yet to really be interested in playing with them.

But her senses drew her in one particular direction, and she soon enough found herself standing near a woman who... well, regardless of what she looks like, she fairly radiates a magical power Iri can recognize as only one thing.]

Oh I don't think my story will be all that interesting to one such as yourself. [She smiles warmly and sits down anyway.] But then again, maybe you would be interested in a particular part.

[deheaded]

Are you so sure? [ her voice is soft, almost melodic, and shuten lifts the dish to her lips to take another sip. ] I have lived a long life, but there's much about people that amuses me.

[ and a soft laugh bubbles up from her throat as she sets her drinking dish down upon the table. ]

Tell me. I'm listening.

[homomculous]

Well, if you're certain... My name is Irisviel. I grew up in Germany, but I recently went to Japan for something important.

[Honestly, she's not sure why she's even bothering to be coy here. She's almost positive this woman's a Servant.]

A ritual, you see.

travel

[toservehuman]

[ when shell sees an unearthly beauty laughing as if this were just another day, he can't help but feel a tightness in his chest. to take a matter like this lightly, to not think of those left behind-- it's a careless attitude that he's seen in the more hedonistic vampires he knows, and that makes shuten seem immediately dangerous.

but let's not make enemies just yet. we haven't even properly arrived. ]

Would you care to share the joke?

[deheaded]

[ the ironic thing is... "hedonistic" is a good way to describe shuten.

her small hand waves as though to brush aside the question, but then she gets a good look at her new company. her eyes go wide, and a smile turns the corners of her mouth upward.

of course, that puts her fangs on full display. ]

Ah, a pretty boy has found me at last~!

[toservehuman]

[ the fangs catch his attention immediately. he's in similar company, or so he thinks, not having demons on his world.

is this woman cold like his mother and the rest of society? or is she a free spirit like reign, only exuding a dangerous aura because it's in her nature? ]

I'm flattered, but that doesn't answer my question. My name is Shell. You are...?

Travel In Company

[clerically]

[Lissa can't help but look at her, across the train. There's something both strange and familiar about the woman, and it's rude something to stare but being lady-like was still something she hadn't quite grasped. At least she speaks-]

Are you a manakete?

[The horns aren't quite right, but she doesn't have any other explanation.]

[deheaded]

[ the voice cuts through shuten's thoughts, and she turns her head ever so slightly to look back at the woman who addressed her. ]

Am I a what?

[ she's been around for ages, thousands of years, and never once has she heard a word like that. it must be a parallel world thing, but ... she's curious, and the slight lift of her eyebrow signals this. her expression is thoughtful, but even a thoughtful expression from an oni seems at least mildly unnerving. ]

Explain yourself, girl.

[clerically]

They're part dragon. You don't look exactly like one, but it was my best guess.

[Definitely unnerving. This woman had a rather striking sort of elegance, so much that she had to attribute it to being inhuman. The idea of her having to reach that auspicious height was just a little much.

It's not enough to keep her from reaching out.]

end in the discord

[mairwhen]

[Mairwen has never liked drinking. Not since her mother offered her a sip of mead at a banquet, and not since her brother started giving her bottles of something fruity and foreign on her birthdays. It tastes sour, even when it's sweet, it burns up her throat, and it leaves her feeling nostalgic, a feeling she hardly needs.

The only time she can remember enjoying drinking is small glasses of wine with Caron, and that's a memory that also has a sour taste, these days.

She watches the woman - girl? - drink and drink and drink, and it puts her in the mind of bandits and raiders. Mairwen's hardly any better than that crowd, these days, but she can't help but stick her nose up at the sight.]

Part of my 'story' is that I only drink white wine. [But the woman's cute, and odd in a way that gets Mairwen's interest.]

... Are you going to make me drink whatever that is if I sit with you? Or are you just the type of drunk that likes having an audience?

[deheaded]

An audience, always.

[ the dish is gently set on the table in front of them, and shuten leans forward into the table. a slim hand rests under her chin, and those shiny red horns catch whatever light makes its way to her corner. ]

But if you were to drink this, you would die. [ there's no boast to that reply, it's just a simple fact. the only reason she can drink it is because she has weaponized it with her own mana. in life, it had been the only alcohol to make her succumb to a drunken stupor — a mistake that had cost her life. ] But if you would drink with me, I will get you a glass of white wine.

[mairwhen]

... If you're trying to scare me off like that, it won't work.

[Mairwen's gait is cautious as she approaches, though. One foot, pause, the other foot, small steps. She's a cautious girl by nature these days, more flight than fight in her. Her face is disbelieving, but her eyes flick down from the girl's face, to her lips, to her horns. Her face is cute. Those horns have her curious.

Her eyes go down to the dish. Maybe she's drinking with a demon. In a way, that's her birthright, even if she's so far removed from that era as to not even know what a demon is supposed to look like.]

Make sure it's a fine vintage. [She puts herself down in the booth, on the opposite side of her partner for the night as the gourd, close enough that their legs brush together. Mairwen's still dressed in a simple white dress, because she doesn't like attracting attention. As for their legs brushing together, well - she finds the girl attractive. That's all there is to it.]

So, who am I drinking with? If you're making the offer, you should introduce yourself, right?

end

[shikisha]

[ With only a mild interest in alcohol, being still just under 20, Nonon simply defaults to what she knows best: sweets. It's why she's wound up with a bright pink drink (to match her hair) in a thin stemmed, wide rimmed martini glass. But getting drunk is not the point tonight. No, the mission, self-imposed anyway, is "information gathering." Without knowing much about this place, and hearing the music, she wound up here almost as if pulled by fate itself.

The the beckoning of one person sitting alone, who may or may not be any taller than the pint-sized Nonon herself, could be another sort of fate altogether. One she may have been better off ignoring, but with her drink half-finished, and a particularly bass heavy song reverberating from speakers, she decides it can't hurt. Besides, she's certainly see her fair share of scantily clad girls in odd uniforms back home often enough. ]

"My story?" [ With a laugh, Nonon simply plops down on the comfy looking seat besides her new drinking partner as if she were making herself right at home. ]

I admit, that is my favorite thing, talking about myself.

[deheaded]

[ there's only the barest movement from shuten as this pink-haired menace drops down beside her — enough to make room so that the demon herself is not pressed tight against her gourd, yet keeping the two women side by side. she has no problem with closeness. in fact, with humans, shuten welcomes it.

of course, those reasons might not be purely good reasons, but... details. they're here to drink and talk and get to know each other in this new world. ]

Luckily, my favorite thing is listening. [ it's not, but again, details. her head tips, and her smile is welcoming. ] You find yourself a captive audience, so speak.

[shikisha]

[ Maybe Nonon herself should be more worried about the girl she's found herself in the company of, but somehow she's too full of herself enough not to think she might be literally entering into the monster's mouth on her own free will.

Sitting back, and letting one leg cross over the other, Nonon looks all too proud of herself holding her drink by with the stem between her fingers. ]

I should mention that I'm also a musician, a conductor really, and I always appreciate a captive audience.

[ There's so much smug in such a small package, she almost doesn't know what to do with it all. ]

I'm Nonon Jakuzure, one of the Four Devas of Honnouji Academy. Not that anyone asked her name.

[ And of course, that "Four Devas" would of course be referencing a certain legendary group of four warriors who may or may not have helped kill a certain legendary oni in Kyoto. Not that Nonon would ever be able to put such pieces together in her own head... ]

[deheaded]

[ shuten barely looks up as she takes another drink from her dish, short hair falling back behind her hear. she'll make rin wait until she's done before she'll say anything, drawing her tongue over her bottom lip to lap up any remaining alcohol.

her tone is aloof, almost disinterested. ]

My, don't you appear judgmental?

[ in truth, it's cute. shuten's amused by rin's attitude, so ... perhaps she'll bully her. just a little. ]

discord

[upthevigilante]

If you're looking for a confession, you could try being more subtle.

[Yuri's tone is light, airy - he strides up with long steps, glancing over his shoulder casually before sitting right down next to the woman, crossing one leg over the other. He holds up his device, long enough for her to see the information on it. He doesn't know her name, but it's not hard to miss a woman with horns.]

Unless you've got a sister, I think you're my match. [He leans back against the seat, lifts his arms up behind his head. His eyes trace her body - not leering, but just taking her in, judging her. His eyes follow her arm down to her hand, her fingers, and then her gourd, the dish she's drinking from.]

Try not to get too smashed. I prefer my dates conscious, you know. Or can you really put all that away?

omg your username

[deheaded]

I'm just interested in anyone who has a tale to tell. But if you've got something on your mind, you'd be better off finding a priest.

[ her chin rests on the back of her hand, and she gives yuri a light wave. her eyes don't leave him as he sits down beside her. she'd offer him a sip of what she's having, but even she's not that mean: it's lethal, poisoned sake. ]

I drink as much as I need to. [ which is. a lot. considering her name means "little drunkard". ] It never runs dry, you see, and I'm long past the time in my life where a little bit of this would knock me out.

[ almost defiantly, shuten lifts the dish to her lips and has another sip, but her tone and expression remain ever aloof. ]

So what's your name? Or should I just call you "My Date"?

its at least three different puns

[upthevigilante]

More used to the jail kind of confession. Priest's about the same speed, though.

[He watches her - 'never runs dry,' huh? Sounds like you could make it so nobody ever goes thirsty with that, but considering she isn't offering, and the fact that it's booze, he imagines there's some kind of catch. Or she's just a very selfish drunk.

As for 'time in my life,' well, Yuri's met people with weirder deals than being a bit older than they look.]

Yuri Lowell. Date, though - you saying I'm your type? Liable to make a guy blush. [He isn't blushing, and he doesn't sound infatuated, though his tone is more joking than any kind of wry. He's here for banter, more than anything.]

Guessing you're also past the time in your life where that routine works on you, though.