TDM #6

[duplicitymods]

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « I REPEAT MYSELF

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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. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. Oh, and one other thing: it’s sticky and humid. Gross.

» » » BUY A TICKET

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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.

« « « THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE

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Standard orientation is over quickly. New arrivals are allowed to settle into their new living arrangements and are given access to the city. Explore. Make connections. On the third day, all devices light up with a message from LIES. Orientation 2.0 is about to start, and it does the moment participants tap the screen of their phones. After arriving at the designated location, standing on the front step of a large house, a man dressed in nothing more than a small cloth wrapped at his waist will open the wooden door and guide arrivals inside one by one. In the main room is a large brass tub filled with warm water and fragrant oils. The bath is relaxing, no one will have the desire or willpower to abstain from this, and the style of dress is one of the following: a simple sheer gown with thin underwear beneath or a soft robe with a thick belt. The first denotes a particular status - the servant, concubine, companion, prostitute, jeweled bird, whore. There are many words for the role, but they are those chosen by the person who is being paid for the service. The second is an elevated status, and those dressed this way are given a solid gold coin to spend on the person of their choosing. Visitors of Lupanar are placed in their roles at random. The companions are led to rooms where they are laid out comfortably in any manner of style—placed on a bed, draped in a swing, tied up and blindfolded. Afterwards, they are then visited by their patrons.

« « « INTO THE WOLF DEN

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Lupanar is in full swing. The night edges forward as patrons visit one or many rooms, companions satisfy their visitors, and the procurer who runs the establishment gracefully handles any disputes or misunderstandings. Lit candles line the stairs and hallways, casting an eerie glow on anyone who chooses to slip a panel aside and watch the acts occurring in the room behind that wall. As the night melts into early morning, companions and patrons alike will experience a physical crack and shift. For some, they’ll be brought to their knees or find themselves winded. Others will feel a tightness in their chest or the strange sensation of losing their breath. When it’s over, each person will now bear the physical characteristics of two other people: someone they care dearly for and someone that they do not. The combination of features or physical attributes will be unique; possibly the hair style and color of one but the eyes and nose of the other. What’s even more odd is that, now, desires belonging to the other people are transferred. Strong and overwhelming, satisfaction is a must.

« « « BROKEN GLASS

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The second floor of Lupanar is a dedicated space to a series of private and public glass rooms. Companions, styled as requested, are placed inside to act out anything the patron desires of them. They may dance, strip, or pleasure themselves, but the key thing to remember is that glass separates the companion from everyone else. You may look, but you can’t touch. The third and final floor of this esteemed brothel is an entirely open area with space at the center for an ongoing orgy. Patrons may lay with one another, companions can indulge in sex or sleeping, and generally either participate in public sex with someone else while watching others. So, join in or take a seat.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

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Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; 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 chooses "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. Characters born in January, March, May, June, September, and December are Dominants. Characters born in February, April, July, August, October, and November are Submissive. Characters with an unknown birthday are Submissive. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive. » Players can use any part of the setting to create test drive prompts. Check out the locations page! » The Houses of Pleasure: Characters will touch their phones and close their eyes. They will then be in the new setting. It won’t be apparent whether characters were transported there or if it’s something similar to a dream. If characters ask any NPCs or later ask LIES, they will be told that it’s up to them to decide. Characters can return to Duplicity after making a payment or receiving one. If you choose to have your character not participate in this part of the test drive then they will have a glitch on their phone that doesn’t allow them to access the invite to Orientation 2.0. » Characters that play the role of companion may be dressed or situated in their room in any number of ways. They may be put into Elizabethan era clothing for a lord and lord/lady/servant/stablehand roleplay scenario. Or perhaps the companion is dressed in a clown costume. We don’t judge. Get wild. » Into The Wolf Den: Characters become the physical embodiment of two people. Someone the character loves and someone they hate. Mix and mash features at your leisure. Have an even mix or let one dominate the other. Characters will also experience the desires of those other people and want to satisfy those urges. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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Jamie | OC - Changeling: The Lost | Submissive

[the_fairest_flower]

**I like prose but I'll match style!**

The Houses of Pleasure

Companion
The bath leaves him feeling more calm than he's been in a long time. The last time he got a bath in a strange land it had been-- very different. More painful, more terrifying, but it made him what he is today. Wrapped in sheer silk, stockings, and garters, Jamie examines some of the clothes left out for him. He can't help but laugh at the Tudor-style gown that's been put on a stand.

He turns his head as someone comes through the door, his fingers still touching the fine fabric.

"Well, I can put this on if you'd really like, but it will take a moment."


Patron
The bath is a godsend after his day so far and Jamie sighs as he slides into a luxurious robe at the end of it. It's soft and warm and he can't quite tell the fabric, but it's tailored to him perfectly.

He plays with the gold coin as he wanders from door to door, peering in here and there to see if he might like what's on the other side. When he find something that catches his eye, he slips inside and closes the door behind him.

"Were you waiting for me?"


Broken Glass

The third floor reminds him of the Spring Court and he expects to see Florian pop out of the pile of bodies at any moment or to catch sight of Cade's antlers. Fuck, he misses his stag. Even Quick would be a godsend right now.

But it still feels familiar and Jamie circles the edge of the orgy, watching people give in to all kinds of desires. He itches to help, to participate, to give in to his own.

"Throw up some more flowers and this could be home," he breathes before looking at the person nearest him. "Do you just like watching or are you trying to decide if you want to join in?"

Wildcard

[Surprise me! Hit me up on givemedragons or PM if you have questions. Jamie is a Changeling, sort of a fae. His information page is here and his kinks are here.]

[notcharming]

His senses are all thrown off in this place, never sure what it is that he's feeling when, back home, it was a matter of precision. Even so, he's not sure that it's exactly something he's feeling in the same way he can sense Neria or Jonathan or anyone else who's brushed so close to death as to taste it. It's more just... resonance, maybe. He's not sure.

Still, he's casually had his eye on the young man as he's walked around and perhaps the other also senses something about him, or perhaps he's just lucky. Whatever the case, he can't suppress the small curving of his lips when the young man addresses him first.

"I had my Bacchanalia only a few short nights ago," he says, taking a sip from a glass of wine where he's lounged out on a sofa, "I find that I don't have the appetite for another so soon," they've given him a dressing gown, shorter than he might normally have chosen, but at least it's opaque. His lips curl further, "Though I wouldn't say no to some company."

Perhaps he just means conversation, perhaps something else. Though he's not in the middle of things, they're still quite public here, if he does.

[the_fairest_flower]

"No stamina, is it?" he quips, vivid eyes bright with amusement as he plucks up a glass of something from a passing tray. Wine, maybe, he doesn't know. Jamie's dressing gown, if it can be called that, is sheer, revealing black lace underthings and the tops of his stockings beneath. He's comfortable, despite it all.

At the invitation, he sinks down onto the couch and takes a better look at his new companion, holding his glass against his lips for a moment. Public hasn't really been a deterrent in a long time.

"What's your name?"

[notcharming]

"Perhaps," he doesn't exactly rise to the bait, but he doesn't exactly leave it uncommented, either, "Though I would also say a lack of desire isn't the same as a lack of ability," he chuckles, has another sip of his wine, righting himself somewhat so there's enough space for the young man, "And, even then, in this place? It would not surprise me if neither thing mattered, if they decided it was time enough for another." He gives Jamie a once-over as he settles onto the couch, not quite veering into outright lecherous but certainly appreciative.

"Ereuvir. Yourself?"

[the_fairest_flower]

"That's good to know," he quips, seeming pleased by the answer. "I suspect you're right, though. I can't even remember how I got here and yet here I am. Ready for another."

Jamie sips his drink, deciding that he likes the floral flavor of it. He wonders, absently, if he should be more cautious. At this point in the night he isn't sure that he cares.

"Jamie. What are you, Ereuvir?"

Blunt, perhaps, but wrapped in a coy tone to lighten the blow. Ereuvir's features are-- striking, and Jamie's had a long night, but not long enough to forget himself entirely.

[notcharming]

Ereuvir laughs softly to that, grins,

"What are you?" he returns, "My senses have been utterly thrown off by having people from so many worlds in this place, and I don't think you're one of mine anyway, even tangentially." He takes a sip of his wine, considers Jamie for a moment. He doesn't really care if people know, has never made it a secret, but even in his own world he wasn't invited to a lot of parties. He never particularly cared about the social snubbing or the fear in his own world. He had a job to do, after all, and who cared if people didn't like him. He wasn't made to be liked.

But here it's a bit different.

"Are you going to run away if I tell you I'm the Lord of the Underworld?" he asks, finally, more curious and amused than anything else, "Or are you going to try to press me to join the orgy just for the novelty of it?"

[the_fairest_flower]

He considers the answer; it's complicated, is the trouble. He knows more about what he isn't than what he is.

"No, I'm not going to run away," he answers, thinking of some of the Old Man's acquaintances. Jamie wouldn't call them friends - there's too much rivalry and distance for that. "And I won't press you into anything. I'm--"

There's a word for it, he supposes.

"I used to be human. I'm a changeling now."

Houses of Pleasure - Patron

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Temple was not waiting for his purchaser. But he opts not to say that, figuring that he might not take it well.

Instead, he says, his voice dry, “It was getting rather boring in here.”

And it was.

Sure, he’d rather not do what they want him to do to alleviate his boredom but that doesn’t mean he’s not bored.

[the_fairest_flower]

"Maybe we can entertain each other," he says as he reveals the gold coin that needs to be exchanged at some point or another, with someone or another. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else. Should I try another door?"

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Temple ponders it for a moment. One hand, he really doesn’t want to participate in this orientation. On the other, this man is nice and the next one to come along might not be.

When he’s done thinking, he says, “No, you can stay. I have to do this with someone, and you, at the very least, seem decent.”

Temple’s sure that there are some people here who wouldn’t notice or care about much he doesn’t want to be here, and he doesn’t want to land himself with one of those people. So he’s going to let the man do it with him.

[the_fairest_flower]

"I think there's a very flexible definition of what this has to be," he says as he moves further into the room, still toying with the gold coin between his fingers. "We just have to agree to some kind of exchange."

Jamie considers, and with a flick of his wrist, the coin disappears for the moment.

"So what do you propose? And what should I call you?"

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Temple grins. He thinks he’s going to like this man.

“Call me Temple,” he says. “And to be honest, I don’t think this is as simple as you think it is. I mean, maybe it could be but I doubt it. The LIES program wants us to have sex, after all. So if I gave you my communication device in exchange for your coin, for example, I don’t think it would get us out of this.”

And besides, Temple’s communication device is just about the only thing Temple has right now and can trade - unless the man wants his gown or his underwear - so it would be a really bad idea to exchange it.

He sighs.

“I really wish it was that simple, though.”

[the_fairest_flower]

"I could worship at a Temple? That's a new one." Jamie smiles, indulgent and bright. Maybe it's a bad joke but he thinks it's clever. Especially since Temple seems so reluctant - a little levity never hurt anything, right?

Jamie sits on the edge of the bed, relaxing.

"Everything is simple if you allow it to be."

network text - un: flower

[the_fairest_flower]

Does anyone know somewhere good to drink?

.... are there any people without stripes on their necks willing to take me out for a drink?

[chuffle]

I have stripes on the back of my neck, does that count?

[the_fairest_flower]

I... have no idea.

Does that mean you're a tiger?

[chuffle]

Roar.

Why, what are you, sweetheart?

[the_fairest_flower]

Apparently submissive. Which is kind of funny or maybe entirely too appropriate.
But no one will really sell me anything and I... don't have credit here.

[chuffle]

I'll buy you a drink.

I won't get arrested, will I? Is there a drinking age here?

house of pleasure - companion

[henchfriend]

He'd come into the room with little actual intention, other than getting away from the common rooms full of people and noise, only half expecting what he'd find on the other side. Jaime isn't it, but that isn't to suggest he's not a pleasant surprise, in as much as Wesley takes pleasure in anything. He's been forced to accept that the physical definition of the word is becoming a reluctant part of his new reality.

"You're fine just as you are," he says, and while he doesn't sound particularly moved, it takes his gaze a slightly longer time to travel upwards from those stocking-clad legs.

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie flashes a smile and gives as much of a curtsy as he can in a robe this short. "Kind of you. The underwear alone takes ages."

He leaves the gown behind and moves closer to the bed, quietly and subtly sizing up the man that's come through the door. He perches on the edge of the bed, letting the robe flip up a bit. What? He can't help if he notices when someone is admiring part of him: why not give his new guest a little thrill and a good view?

"I'm Jamie. Forgive my saying, you look a little... tense."

[henchfriend]

Rigidity was a part of Wesley's nature, relaxing bath or no. It takes far stronger things to weaken his stranglehold on his own dignity, some of which he's already experienced. He moves into the room, occupying the space by the mannequin that Jamie had left vacant, and touched the fabric of the gown idly.

"I've never been a fan of crowds," he says, forcing a soft smile. "I'm surprised you aren't."

Being far less clothed than he is. Wesley has always relied on his clothes to separate himself from the world - a physical barrier as much as it was social. Even with the soft robe on he feels a bit naked, though at least they'd given him back his glasses.

There's certainly some ambiguity here, something that he's at least intrigued by in a faint way. The sheer robe doesn't leave much to the imagination but just enough to be uncertain, so his gaze is more curious than hungry, but he is looking.

[the_fairest_flower]

"Being tense tends to add to my problems rather than solve them," he says with a little smile. "So I generally avoid it."

And he feels at home regardless of what he is--or isn't--wearing. Physical barriers meant little in Arcadia and so Jamie has learned to deal without them.

"Besides, free lingerie. I've always liked gifts." Even if these aren't really gifts but props in this whole scenario. Costumes. It doesn't matter. He's worn costumes all his life and this moment is no different from any of the others. He pats the bed next to him, offering.

"We could just talk, if you like. I'm Jamie, what should I call you?"

[henchfriend]

"Mm. They suit you," he said, and settles himself down onto the soft mattress, close but carefully not touching, hands held properly in his own lap. It's easy to misinterpret his excess of manners as shyness. There's no waver in his voice, enough though it's soft.

In some ways, Wesley is no stranger to costumes either, though his with far more intangible. How often did he have to pretend at cheerfulness? How often had he falsified empathy? But that was in a world where he knew where he fit and what was expected of him, both by his peers and by society. In Duplicity, that was always in question, even when he was so firmly sorted into a place. The submissive mark is easily seen tracing the line of his throat.

"Wesley," he answered, his eyes lowering again to the curve of Jamie's legs and up the delicate lines of his face.

"And what is it that you would like?"

[the_fairest_flower]

"Me? That's a very heavy question for a first date," he quips with a sweet smile. Jamie looks down and his whole expression softens. "Simple things, really. Everything."

He looks up again and laughs quietly. "But that's a bit much to ask for our first encounter, don't you think? I'd like to be wanted and adored, and for that coin to exchange hands before the end of the night. I'd say so we can both go home, but honestly, I think I'll end up back in my little hovel in the Down. So I'm not exactly in a hurry."

He doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't get the coin, though, and Jamie learned long ago that sometimes one just needs to play by the rules to get by.