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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

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

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

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

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

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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[ okay, he knows he should at least try to take waver seriously, but it's hard to do when every movement he makes just make him seem self-important. Not that he doesn't find that amusing, mind you.. ]

No more of that?

[ you mean the making out??

Lancer tilts his head in a question, slightly puzzled by the other's vague wording until it hits him. ]

So it's ok if I ask first?

[ He hadn't meant it quite that way. Maybe as part of it, if needed, if it came to it since Lancer doesn't have a Master but--

Waver's face reddens almost instantly, mouth dropping half-open. For a moment, he's too taken aback to reply with anything more than a wordless sputter, jabbing his finger at Lancer in wounded accusation. ]

Y-You should have asked first in the first place!

[ Why is this the only thing he thinks about?! ]

[ ?????

okay, it would almost be too funny, just from the play of expressions across the other's face, or even watching how fast his face reddened from the question.

It's kind of cute, in a way. ]

Well, you seemed to know a lot about Servants.

I figured you'd know about that too.

[ scratching the back of his head, Lancer is just going to shrug casually. ]

Of course I know!

[ His arm sweeps down, gesturing widely at nothing. His wide breadth of knowledge (yeah, right) has nothing to do with this!! ]

That- that's not the point!

[ what did he do this time?

eyes following the wide arc of the other's arm, Lancer grimaces slightly, a corner of his mouth twisting down. ]

Then what?

[ slightly... Ok, deliberately obvious glance to the front of the other's sweater that he'd been trying to pull down, then back up to his face. ]

You didn't seem to mind.

[ It's not a problem anymore, but Waver knows exactly where he's looking. And why.

He's not really physically capable of blushing much more than he already is. Self-consciously, though it likely only proves Lancer's point, his fingers curl around the front hem of his sweater again.

Not like it was his fault he'd reacted. ]

I did mind! [ confused boner or no, Lancer had scared the hell out of him earlier. it isn't funny to him, okay. ] Don't make fun of me when this is your fault!

[ he is... THE WORST... ]

Who's making fun of you?

[ seriously, this is what he doesn't get about the modern times. everyone is so uptight and upset all the time. but Lancer isn't going to voice that out loud. ]

I just don't know what you want, if I see two bit of evidence that says different things.

[ confused boner... ]

[ what evidence..... he doesn't like the implication. cue more scowling (he's going to get wrinkles early at this rate). ]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ liar. ]

Liar.

[ his tone drops in pitch, and Lancer looks ... unimpressed at best. He doesn't like lying. ]

You said it's better off for us to be allies?

Then you better start being more honest. I don't stand for deceit.

[ it's just a boner cu????? ]

[ Waver looks taken aback. He didn't expect to be called out, and so... seriously. The tone sounds a little threatening.

He tugs at his sweater again, crosses his arms tight across his chest. Fidgety, defensive. He doesn't deny it again. ]

It doesn't matter. Like I said, that's not the point.

[ Lancer's eyes on him feel too intense. Waver looks down, glaring somewhere toward the floor behind him instead. ]

If you agree to an alliance, I have to be able to trust you too. [ At least a little, right? ]

[ fidgety, defensive, but learning. Lancer relaxes a fraction, the hard gaze dropping a little, but still remaining on watch. ]

I won't do anything that will harm you.

[ probably??? as long as while they are allies. ]

[ Slowly, Waver looks back up to meet his eyes again. For a few moments, he says nothing, searching Lancer's face in silence as if gauging the sincerity of his words.

In the end, even if they parted ways right now, he won't be better off. He'll still be alone, confused and trapped, and living in a dump.

What's the worst that can happen if he agrees?

Despite their other... outdated ideas... Waver has gathered enough about these ancient knightly hero types to know it's unlikely Lancer will take giving his word lightly. ]

You swear it?

[ the silence continues on, holding waver's gaze for as long as he is looking. Lancer just stared back, his expression calm and unreadable, eyes like two hard stones. He understands the apprehension; this mage is alone, trapped, confused and afraid. He feels powerless. ]

Waver Velvet.

As long as we are in alliance, I will not harm you.

[ there are no command seals, nothing that will necessarily bind Lancer to his word spoken now - but he will abide by it. ]

[ Slowly, Waver lets out the breath he hadn't realized had stuck inside his chest.

Of course, he is also painfully aware there's nothing real binding the Servant, no contract and no seals or spells, but the promise sounds formal enough. The word of a knight who hates deceit. It will have to do.

Right now, he has no better option. ]

Then we have an agreement, [ he murmurs, inclining his head in turn for the formality. His heart is beating very fast again. ]

Since we're not at war, how do you want me to call you?

[ of course, this promise will last as long as they remain what they are - allies. Being Masterless, there is no real reason for Lancer to break it - but this is a man who would cheerfully laugh with an enemy until it is time for him to separate their heads from their necks. A man who thinks there's nothing wrong with getting along with people who stand opposed - which also works in reverse.

There is no War here, but it might just be temporary. ]

Just Lancer will do for now.

[ with a sigh, he lets the clothing fade again to a t-shirt and pants, something that fits in better with their surroundings. ]

Until we know more about just what the deal is around here

[ Waver nods, trying to make himself relax a little now that they're hopefully on the same page. And Lancer has put away his weapon and changed back to less Servant-like attire. ]

I agree. That's the best way to go about it for now.

[ Of course, that's the easiest part of whatever arrangement they're going to work out. Waver is aware there must be other obligations on his part (he hasn't forgotten Lancer's idea of testing), but... small steps first... ]

So.

[ so.

about the arrangement they were talking about...

Lancer tilts his chin back, hands moving to rest on his hips as he straightens up, looking down at Waver with a measuring stare. ]

Let's see about that honesty.

[ Waver's head snaps up again, mouth dropping open. ]

What?

N-now?!

[ are you kidding me?

lancer doesn't actually say it out loud, but the raise of his brows say more than actual words would have, in reaction to waver.

yeah, he's not even going to bother with a verbal answer. seamlessly, his footsteps almost silent in the dark, lancer moves forward, until there's barely a step's worth of space between them. A hand comes to rest on the space on the wall beside the other's head, palm splayed flat. ]

You don't want to?

[ There's nowhere to go. Waver backs up a step again instinctively, even though he knows the wall is still behind him and he's only putting himself closer to it and--

Lancer presses a hand to the plaster, his arm and his body now perfectly penning Waver in. He doesn't quite flinch. It's more of a start. ]

I...

[ He's not sure what he wants. No, in all honesty, Waver doesn't really want to do this: he's hardly in the mood, with everything else going on, and he's still skittish about Lancer not asking him the first time he'd tried and just touching him without permission. On the other hand, he did just say they've got an agreement now. Lancer is the best (and only) ally he's got in this place, and frankly it's in Waver's best interest as well (if Lancer is going to keep his word) to make sure the Servant has enough mana to actually be a reliable protector, should Waver need to invoke their alliance.

Of course, all this is spinning through his head and he's just sort of gaping up at Lancer in the meantime, stammering embarrassingly while he tries to figure out the best way to actually voice everything he's worried about in his mind. ]

I- I'm not really... used to...

That's not what I asked.

[ a quick interjection, softly spoken but the underlying steel in it is unmistakeable. the tilt of his head, when he looks down at him from under his lashes, lends his eyes a dangerous shining light, blood red in the dark.

The tip of his thumb is close enough to brush against the other's hair, but he makes no move, save for a slight rise of chest as he breathes quietly. waiting. ]

Do you want to, or not?

I--

[ He's so close. Waver can feel the heat of his body, the breath spilling over his cheek. He can imagine far too clearly how it had felt when Lancer had kissed him, tongue inside his mouth, the spark of power between them--

And again, his heart is beating like a caged bird against the insides of his ribs, heat rising under his skin so fast it makes him dizzy.

Waver presses himself further back into the wall; it's cool behind his shoulder blades. ]

Th-that depends on what... exactly... you want to do.

[ his heart is beating so loud, lancer can almost see the blood rising to the surface, the pulse beating at his throat with every panicked, shallow breath the other takes.

lancer waits. he had, after all, promised. in some way or form, anyway. ]

How far will you let me?

I don't... know. [ it's just a whisper, breathy with anxious uncertainty and something else. ]

I can't decide like this!

[ What the hell is he supposed to do, draft a contract? A diagram? goddammit he's so close. ]

[ it's not a lie, but it's still not enougj of what lancer wants to hear. ]

Like what?

[ leaning in just a fraction closer, the heat of his skin (made of mana, made of powers that somehow, still at work here, but it's nevertheless warm and solid and real) made palpable in the proximity. leans in, until his lips are almost level with the lobe of his ear, the soft downy skin underneath warming to the breath washing over it.

he lingers there, mouth parted as if to bite, to kiss, but he doesn't. ]

It's a yes or no.

TDM #1

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eyebrows of sin

that's how I roll, baby

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