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TDM #8
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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. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 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 weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
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, characters 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: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Margaery Tyrell | Game of Thrones | Dominant (cw: drugged, dubcon-ish desires)
[Margaery was dead. she was certain of it. she remembered the floor of the Sept of Baelor heaving under her feet, followed by a flash of poisonous green, and then she was here. being groped and washed by complete strangers with no regard for her rank or titles. she was reminded uncomfortably of her time at the Sparrows' mercy as she was shoved into a paper gown (paper! of all things!) and guided out of the building, finally, finally having her gown and her crown returned to her.
but there was no time to put on her proper clothes; she was ushered into some strange means of transport and taken to a strange, but clearly expensive, domicile. she changed out of the wretched paper gown and into her gown, settling her crown firmly on her head]
» » » TAKE A RIDE
[this place was easily the strangest place she'd ever been in. no horse-drawn wheelhouses here, this was some sort of tube which traveled under its own means.
she checked the ticket, looking it over with a feeling of mild confusion as she'd never seen such a thing before, trying to determine where she was supposed to go. finally, she thought she had it figured out and went to where she was supposed to sit, only to find someone else had taken her seat! inwardly, she bristled at the presumption, but outwardly she put on her sweetest smile]
Pardon me, but I believe that you're in my seat. ["now leave" went unsaid]
« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE
[everywhere she looked, there was something she'd never seen before, never even heard of in the whispered tales of the brothels of King's Landing. though, the merchants loudly, eagerly hawking their wares wasn't too terribly different than the poorer areas she's traveled to in her missions of charity and outward humility.
though, none of the wares she'd seen in Flea Bottom were like this. there was a young woman riding what looked like a phallus attached to a moving bench with loud enthusiasm, there was a display of what the hawker called cock rings in a variety of sizes and materials, claiming that they could make a man last far longer in bed. perhaps I should have found such for Tommen, then he would have lasted for longer than four minutes.
the display with the rack and iron maiden seemed a bit more familiar, but even those devices were equipped with odd devices apparently intended for sexual pleasure in addition to punishment.
finally, she chose to make her way to the seemingly kindly old lady selling treats. she took one of her vouchers and, after a little assistance, purchased a custard tart from the strange device, consuming it in small, ladylike little nibbles as she wandered through the market.
all seemed well at first, but she soon found herself overwhelmed with the urge to come at another's hands. she'd tried to teach Tommen how to do it, but he shied away from the notion, not wanting to so much as touch her pearl, feeling that such an act was "dirty." she repressed a snort of derision and pressed her legs together, feeling the urge to come consume her more and more]
« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL
[now this was peculiar, even by the peculiar standards she'd seen thus far. Joffrey Baratheon stood before her, his lips curled in the sneer she'd gotten so accustomed to while watching his dealings with others. but not with her. she knew how to keep him sweet, sweet words and deeds, subtle encouragement and nudges in the right direction, slowly breaking the stranglehold his wretched mother kept on him.
just a little more work and he'd have been hers. but grandmother chose to poison him, feeling that Tommen was a far safer bet as a husband and a king. one she wouldn't have to work so hard at to keep kind and more importantly, compliant.
she stood before Joffrey for what felt like a long time, waiting for him to say something, do something. finally, she snapped her fingers in his face, wanting some kind of reaction.
when she received none, she pitched her voice as sweet and persuasive as possible]
Darling? Aren't you going to say anything? It's quite rude to ignore your wife, after all. [to the person next to her after Joffrey continues to not react] What is the matter with him?
« « « NETWORK
I must admit to being curious. How many people here come from worlds where such [she stumbles slightly over the spelling of the word] technologies are uncommon? This is all quite strange and I'm not so sure I like it.
Anyone who is willing to assist me in getting used to such things will receive a favor of their choosing. Within reason, of course.
un: pavus
What sort of favors, exactly? Would these happen to be magical in nature?
un: thequeen
Magical? I'm afraid not. We've no such thing in Westeros. I was thinking perhaps a kiss or the pleasure of my company? I'm very pleasant to be around.
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Indeed. I'll admit I'm still in the acclimation process myself, but it is becoming somewhat more intuitive. Most of the devices appear to be designed both for convenience and leisure. Watching little pictures on a screen act out a play instead of reading a book or going to a performance in person, that sort of thing.
Oh, how tempting. And a queen's favor, if your name is correct?
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It is. My name is Margaery Tyrell, Queen Consort to King Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. [or she was until she died, but she's not about to let that slip now]
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That's an impressive title. A pleasure to make you acquaintance, my lady, even if it is over such impersonal communication. You mentioned you were from Westeros? There is no magic in your world?
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Thank you. And it's my pleasure to make yours, of course! It's true, we have no magic. At least no magic in modern times. Ancient Westerosi lore is filled with magic and some maesters study magic as an intellectual pursuit, but no one can actually do magic.
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When would suit you best? It's probably better to meet. Doing anything over these devices is an exercise in frustration.
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Indeed it is. I can be at [insert park location here] within the next half hour, according to this device. Would that be suitable?
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Excellent. That should suffice, and I'll see you in a short time. Should I call you Queen Margaery, or do you have another preference? Dorian Pavus, by the way. But just Dorian is fine.
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It's a great pleasure to meet you, Dorian. You may call me Queen Margaery for now. I'll see you soon.
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[After sending this message, Dorian spends some time getting himself ready to leave the apartment as well ensure he knows where the indicated park is located. The maps within the device allow him a good picture of distance, perhaps a ten minute walk from where he lives, enough time to meet Margaery without any tardiness.
The number of queens he's seen in his life could be counted on a single hand. In fact, if he's not mistaken, he's only met the Queen Anora whose vehemence about getting the mages out of her kingdom could not have been more evident. Queens don't exist in Teviner, however, and neither do kings. So this feels a bit novel to him.
Dressed in a simple maroon dress shirt and gray slacks, a belt with a shiny bronze buckle in addition to his usual rings, and sleek black shoes, Dorian arrives at the park at the time they've agreed. He looks around for some sign of the woman he's meant to meet. His own username comes attached with a profile image, so if he doesn't see her first, he expects she'll find him.]
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[she mentally curses the fact that the only suitable gown she has is the one that she died in, then breathes a sigh of frustration and puts it on anyway, taking the gauzy wrap that went with it and settling her crown on her head, then left to make her way to the park.
when she gets there, she realizes that she hadn't known how large it would actually be. she spends a fair amount of time wandering and growing increasingly frustrated until she sees a handsome man matching the profile picture Dorian had. he's wearing the style of clothing apparently preferred in this place, but a far more interesting color than the usual white most people seemed to wear here.
she raises her hand in greeting and calls out] Dorian? Is that you?
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un: zokla
I can tell you what I know.
un: thequeen
[she fights the urge to pitch the strange device across the room. it's true, this is far better than being dead, but this place is entirely bizarre]
I would appreciate your assistance, thank you.
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[He could at least offer her that consolation.]
There's better freedom if you are here a year.
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[though, her preferred result would be to go back to Westeros, alive, and wring Cersei's neck personally]
What sort of freedom?
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After a year, you're done with LIEs. You become just a citizen of the city and only have to abide by the laws. No more orientation, no more forced actions or expectations. It seems like they're done with you.
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I knew Sansa in King's Landing. We were quite close. Is she well?
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