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duplicitymemes2018-09-12 11:51 am
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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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She shifts onto her elbows and takes a moment to breathe. To think.]
Well... now who's excited?
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Oh, I'm doing just fine.
[His grin is like the crescent moon, bright against the dark of the night. He said he had enough of power, but she trembles under the way he pins her down like a specimen to observe, preserve, dissect. He can't help it.]
But Hakuno, don't you think you said yes a little too quickly?
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[To be fair, he has a good point. He's a man she hasn't even known for an hour yet. He's a Servant possibly from an active Grail War. He's an Assassin by class and by skill, and this is the second or third time he's warned her off since they met. All things considered, no, this is not the wisest choice she has ever made.
But it's not the dumbest, either. The thought settles her, and she smiles again, faint and shadowed by his silhouette.]
It was quick, but in the end I think it's up to me whether it's 'too' quickly, don't you think?
[For the first few months of her life, survival wasn't guaranteed past the next seven days, if that. She's used to making quick decisions, and living with the consequences.
Still, a thought pops into her head, concerning him.]
...Yan Qing, are you having regrets? We don't have to do anything you don't want to.
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Oh? Why are you being so nice to me? You know what I am, don't you? A servant.
[They wrap around her neck.]
A Servant.
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[There is little that can compare to being in the crushing, overwhelming grasp of a titan, but that isn't to say that Hakuno doesn't notice the danger she's in at all.
Assassin. Throat. It doesn't take a genius to see how this could go wrong, though Hakuno discards the probability for the moment. She reaches up herself, the fingers of one hand ghosting over the edge of his jaw.]
I'm being nice because I want to be nice to you. Do I need another reason?
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He tightens his grip. ]
No, you want something. Otherwise you'd just be a fool.
If you're gonna be a fool, maybe you should just die.
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No.
In a situation like this, even when things take an unsettling turn, it would be cruel not to properly face him, eye to eye and head on. She breathes as steadily as his grip permits and—
Pinches his cheek.]
I just... wanted you. I... thought you... might have wanted... me back. ...sorry, if you... felt pressured.
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... Who's pressuring who? I just wanted to teach you a lesson. [But there is no point in this lesson if it was her goal. He takes the hand on his cheek and brings it to his lips.] I want you, Hakuno. Do you really want me? You're not just scared?
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I’m not the type to lie about things like this, and I don’t scare easily. I won’t say that sudden move didn’t catch me off guard, but no. I’m not scared of you. I want you. Is... that okay?
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But he kisses her and he thinks he is regaining himself, little by little. The forests of Sherwood and the hills of Connacht in his mind fade into the margin of water around Mount Liang and the outlaws who lie within.
And not a doppelganger among them.
A tattooed hand guides her jaw into his kiss, slow and deep, but although gentle it may seem, his knee is between her thighs, digging into the mattress and locking her here before she can think twice. ]
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The rougher those types are, the softer it makes Hakuno want to be.
And the gentler she is, the harder they seem to take it. ...it’s almost cute, in an extremely dangerous sort of way.
With that in mind, she slips her hand from his face to his hair, curling her fingers against his scalp and kissing him back freely, hot and languid. The leg between her own isn’t a hindrance but an opportunity, which she seized by gently, slowly rubbing her thigh against his. This is where things leave her a little bit out of her depth—his body is harder, sloped and taut where she’s used to plush, tantalizing curves in her partners—but it seems like a good move, to her.
Maybe not a smart move, but Hakuno has already had and discarded that train of thought.]
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Take it off, [he says, but he doesn't wait. He moves down from her chest to the curve of her hips, lifting the skirt of her dress up her thighs and taking hold of the last piece of delicate cloth between them. In the next instant, they're shreds in his hands.
What's left is the bare skin of her lips, the pink of her slit, waiting to licked raw.
So he starts.]
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The white dress, loose and rumpled on the bed above her head, is further crinkled in sharply clenching fingers when he suddenly dips forward and does that.]
—ah!
[It's not an unfamiliar sensation, but the sudden stimulation sends a bolt up her spine, makes her voice high and her hips rock.]
i will kill my typos
Hey, hey. I can't do this if you don't stay still.
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[Still, she does settle down for him, releasing her discarded dress so she can brace herself a little bit better in this position.]
If I did that to you would you stay composed?
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[ Before he gives her a real answer his tongue is on the hard nub there, swirling over it as his thumbs encourage her to spread wide. She's not in the mood he wants her to be. Not yet. So he doesn't linger for long, because as soon as he gives her a kiss he drags his tongue lower, hot licks teasing the rim of her entrance. The scent and sound of it all only tell him that this is real. He is real.
He'll savor every minute of it.]
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[It isn’t that he’s more aggressive with this than she’s used to. It certainly isn’t that she’s never dealt with this sort of determination. It’s just that he isn’t as much of a talker as her usual lovers, and that ends up making her focus on the here and now and the heat of his tongue all the more.
Her hands slip into his hair, trembling fingers pressing against his scalp.]
...d-don’t... see why not. It’s only... o-only fair.
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