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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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What?
N-now?!
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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?
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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...
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[ 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?
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[ 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.
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lancer waits. he had, after all, promised. in some way or form, anyway. ]
How far will you let me?
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I can't decide like this!
[ What the hell is he supposed to do, draft a contract? A diagram? goddammit he's so close. ]
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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.
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Waver shivers despite himself, the reaction automatic in response to the tingle that curls through his lower belly and makes his muscles clench.
Yes or no. Yes... or no?
Shit. He's backed himself into a corner, hasn't he? ...more than just literally, even with Lancer leaning over him like this.
Waver turns his head away slightly, but at this proximity, it doesn't make much difference. Not like he can turn it the other way though; that would put his mouth in closer proximity with Lancer's instead of just his ear...
Dammit. He agreed to this. If he said no now, after all that-- ]
Y-you're sure... the door's locked?
[ Priorities. ]
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I'm sure.
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Waver bites back a gasp, teeth pressing into his lower lip as Lancer slides a hand beneath his shirt, where the back had come untucked from his belt earlier. His hand is warm, a little rough with calluses, fingers curling firm around the curve of his waist to draw him closer.
Waver's own hand braces against Lancer's forearm, either holding on for balance or getting ready to push him away. Maybe both. His pulse is so frantic, it's making him lightheaded. ]
Then...
[ He wants to agree while he still has time, while he can still tell himself yes, he'd given Lancer permission, that Lancer had waited for permission. He wants to be able to tell himself that. ]
O-okay. I'll help you. Just to get a little extra mana. Th-that's all.
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His hand is not delicate; it's a hand that's been steeped in the blood of many warriors, that has held arms for the majority of his life and beyond. it's killed and destroyed to protect many. the hand of someone who's been regaled as the shield of Ulster, son of Lugh, child of light.
that answer had been enough to prompt him, and waver's next words only help to cement his conviction. it's a permission - of sorts, a forced hand, but nevertheless that doesn't change anything.
Both hands on his hips now, Lancer lifts him up easily, a little more delicately than he had before, to securely tuck the other's thighs around his waist. It was getting annoying having to lean down so much. ]
Atta boy.
[ doesn't hesitate before he leans in again, lips curling at the corners in ill-concealed amusement before he fixes it to the skin under the other's ear, licking hotly with his tongue. ]
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Waver's arms lift on instinct, hands catching Lancer's shoulders for balance as he's lifted off his feet, muffling his startled gasp when he bites his lip again. There is no further preamble before Lancer's mouth is on his skin, hot and damp. Waver's chin tips back, legs squeezing around Lancer's waist automatically to keep himself secure between Lancer's chest and the wall behind him. ]
Ah-- [ It tickles. He squirms without meaning to, fingers tightening on Lancer's shoulders. ]
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contrary to the suddenness of all this, Lancer is content for the moment to lay trailing kisses down the length of the other's neck, though he can't help but to press his teeth over the bob of the other's Adam's apple, right over the line that makes its way down his throat.
There's no real meaning to the gesture, save for taking his time with it, nice and slow. he mostly doesn't want to spook waver again, and it's not like he's in any real desperate need for mana. ]
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His fingertips press into Lancer's well-muscled shoulders, legs tight around his waist as his back arches off the wall enough to let his head fall back when Lancer's kisses move down, from the side of his jaw to the front of his marked throat. It's an automatic reaction; it would be uncomfortable to try to tip his head back into the wall, after all, and Lancer is trying to get at his throat, so it only makes sense. Nothing to do with the way his tongue makes Waver's skin tingle and his heart feel caught in his throat. It's ticklish, but the noise trying to slip past his parted lips isn't a laugh.
The bite is unexpected. It doesn't hurt, but he can feel the sharp edge of Lancer's teeth on soft skin, the pressure against his windpipe, adrenaline spiking-- Jolted by the feeling, the sudden clench of heat beneath his navel, Waver gasps aloud and squeezes his thighs around Lancer's waist in a small, startled spasm. ]
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The bite isn't hard enough to bruise — yet, and he lets out a huff of breath, clearly a laugh even with the brevity of the sound, and laps across the faint hint of teeth mark reddening on the skin.
It's clear that Waver hasn't had much experience with this, if at all; all his reactions seem like they are forced out of him, all awkward angles and delayed jump of muscles under his fingertips, and Lancer moves a hand down to cup his ass, mostly to hold him up a little more securely and also to bring their lower bodies a little tighter together, the other's thighs snug around his hips.
relax, he murmurs into the skin of his throat, feeling the fluttering breath under his lips. he knows it's not really much of a promise, or an order, or even anything remotely reassuring, but that doesn't stop Lancer from rolling his hips against the other, a slow, steady pressure that doesn't relieve any of the tension. ]
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But he's also young and inexperienced and unable to control his reactions very well at all.
The pressure elicits a low groan that catches in Waver's throat, like he's trying to swallow it back down with minimal success. His arms tighten around Lancer's shoulders, one hand cupping the back of his neck for purchase. Beneath the press of his hips, Lancer will feel Waver's body responding exactly as might be expected. ]