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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!! |
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he’d intervened. he’s put himself in this situation and there’s no one to blame for how it goes but himself. he’s never done this. alec’s slept with a total of one guy and it was hardly a random hookup. a one night stand. he’s not a coward but damn, he is nervous. there’s a lot at play. a risk. which is hot, in its own right. like that guy. blue.. gray? eyes, over there. with a cupid's bow he wants to trace with the tip of his tongue and that's probably the filthiest he's ever thought of someone looking right at him.
a finger hooks in the collar of his t-shirt and tugs him forward. ]
No, you don't have to keep looking.
[ there, it's out in the open. palpable like the air he's currently inhaling too roughly.
he licks his lips and follows the guy into the room, kicking the door closed with the side of his foot. it's a smooth gesture, followed by an equally unsmooth fumble to keep up with the dominant. every action, subtle and otherwise, hinted at an inexperience that wasn't exactly true. he understood how this was supposed to go. alec knew what to do. he had questions, though, and he had to ask them. ]
What are you expecting from me?
[ a dominant that wanted to be submissive? he'd overheard. or did it have to be as defined as all that. couldn't they just have sex? alec runs his hand through his hair, pushing it into disarray. ]
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jack's lips pull into a small, warm smile watching him stumble, and his hands touch light along alec's sides, guiding him until he can have him sit at the foot of the bed at the center of the private room. ] Nothing more than you're comfortable with.
[ his voice is a calm, soothing thing, but private and low between them, as he eases forward, a knee against the mattress to one side of alec's hip, followed by the other, until he settles into his lap, comfortable and confident there. ] What'd you come here tonight looking for? Submission can mean a lot of things. Service being one of them.
[ his fingers light along the curves of alec's face, passing down over his temple and tracing the sharp edge of his cheekbones with his thumbs, eventually pushing back into his hair. innocent touches, but intimate. ]
I'm well enough versed that I can find ways to my own satisfaction. [ even if Alec isn't experienced, Jack is, and he doesn't mind leading this, if need be. ]
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I didn't come here looking for that. [ his throat was marked with his 'designation'. that didn't mean he did or didn't want any of that. ] I just want to be myself.
[ and he wanted to block out the memory of magnus, if only for a night. alec should be ashamed for wanting any of this but he's not. tomorrow's problems. he's allowed just one night of not worrying about anything or anybody else. ]
And you.
[ he leans into the hands at his cheekbones, lashes fluttering and breath catching at the light touches. it was intimate. he was a sucker for sweetness. ]
As you really are.
[ give him honest. just tonight. don't lie or pretend to be someone else. forget all about the marks and their roles, this stupid city with its rules that didn't make any sense. a few hours spent with someone else, skin to skin, as honest as any two people can really be. his hands slide up jack's hips, fingers brushing above the line of his pants. ]
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Alec doesn't know it, but what he's asking Jack is an impossibility. but he can try - skip from lust to lust, impulse to impulse, and see where it takes him. that's as close as he gets most days, and it often leaves him more wrecked and broken than he started, but something about it is deeply satisfying. but that, still... that would terrify this honest boy, probably. better to keep it under wraps. instead, he smiles, and it looks real, because part of him has convinced himself it is, and leans in to kiss him, soft and sweet and something like grateful, as if he was waiting to find just this. ]
I'm Jack. [ he murmurs to him, as their lips slip along each other. it's a small, personal fact, said like agreement to be just that - Jack. at the same time, an invitation for Alec to give his own name.
as he waits for Alec's answer, his hands push at whatever jacket he might be wearing, and tug at the hem of Alec's shirt, careful and slow, so Alec has time to stop him if he wants to. ]
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the kiss is light and sweet and he's grateful for it, needs the chance to go slow. ] Alec. I'm Alec.
[ he's a little flustered, that's what cute boys do to him, but his jacket goes without any fuss, followed by his shirt.
there are symbols spattered across his body; his stomach, chest, and back. up and down both arms. the new submissive mark still stands out, but it just adds to what he already has. he settles his hands back on jack's hips, curious if the way he looks will appeal to the other man or not. it might be too much. not enough. the light sprinkling of dark hair on his chest and stomach might not be his thing. alec keeps in shape, he has to, but he's not vain enough to think that he's what everyone would want.
he lifts a brow and tugs at the bottom of jack's shirt. yeah? no? ]
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it's occurred to him that's not normal - to be a husk that can have these things easily traded out as needed. he usually just drinks or fights or fucks until he forgets that too. hence, his presence here tonight. instead, he's pouring his attention into this boy beneath him now - the deep, pretty eyes, the tousled hair, the smooth skin. ]
Alec. [ jack repeats, like testing out how the name tastes on his tongue. it seems apt, somehow. fits him. his fingertips trace along some of the symbols along alec's skin, curious. they aren't the typical kind of tattoos you'd see, all have the same sort of style. jack does appreciate what he sees otherwise, teeth kneading light at his lower lips while his hands smooth over alec's shoulders and down his chest. his own shirt is pulled free and tossed aside like an afterthought, more interested in exploring alec's body. ] What do they mean?
[ the symbols, he means. jack doesn't have any kind of tattoos on him. a scar here or there, small, from time done in the military and on the war front. toned and well in shape, but unmarked otherwise. leaning in, he kisses a line along the large rune on the side of alec's neck, open-mouthed kisses with just a light scrape of teeth. ]
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pretend or otherwise, it didn't matter. alec could sense that he would do that much. he wasn't shoving alec down or demanding that they hurry. it was just sweet and slow enough to feel like it meant more than a one night fling.
his lashes flutter at the soft touch to his throat, fingers caressing the marks there. ]
They're runes. [ he touches his throat. ] Deflection. [ his stomach, left and right, his arm from wrist to bicep. ] Agility. Stamina. Promise. Strength and stealth. [ there were more on his back and hips that needed to be labeled but jack's kisses were distracting.
alec swallows and runs his hand up jack's back, over smooth skin and into his hair, fingers twisting gently. he tips his head back and closes his eye. this was good. he's never been this open with a stranger and if he didn't know any better, he could convince himself that they could see each other again after the night was over. ]
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his fingers trail behind where alec touches, feeling the lines of the ink, occasionally leaning down to taste. runes, he says, like it makes any kind of sense. magic, jack thinks, because he'd heard about it and seen some of it in this weird, multiversal nexus. he speaks words like they're spells, wards, so it must be magic. how convenient that would've been, back when it mattered. ]
You're a soldier. [ not a question, a statement, because what else would you use those abilities for? its spoken quiet, around an approving smile, before jack presses his lips to alec in another slow, full, and deep kiss. ] Me too.
[ and all the things that came with that - pressing sense of duty, pressing guilt for those who didn't make it through ever mission, pressing want for everything to just be as simple and straight forward as completing objectives is. maybe alec's war isn't as brutal as jack's was. he hopes so, because alec is sweet and soft and hopeful. for now, at least. ] But, they gave us rifles and grenades, not runes.
[ jack's hands at alec's shoulders nudge him back, to lay down, nothing insistent, just a suggestion. his lips trail down over his chest, kissing and sucking, leaving a light, red mark over his ribs in one place, flicking a tongue against a nipple partway down. meanwhile, his hands word at alec's jeans, tugging the button free and pulling down the zipper. ]
Tell me to stop if it's too much.