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duplicitymemes2019-09-12 04:47 pm
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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!! |
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[ stephen also has to fight to suppress a grin. it's--interesting, how few people he's ever happy to see; but here she is, in the flesh: someone he spent a year drinking with, fooling around with, carefully avoiding certain subjects with; someone who ended up his friend during a time when he was loath to make friends. if he were a different man, a hugger, he would've already gone for it; but when he's neither drunk nor sloppy stephen is always measured in how he inhabits space. ]
No thanks to this ... [ a lackadaisical hand gesture. ] Woman I met, the first time I was here. First day, even. You remind me of her, actually. Biker jacket, great ass.
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[ She might be trying a little less to suppress her reaction to him, his presence and that mutual recognition that spreads over his features; sure, it’s been a few months since she’s seen him last, but there’s also that strange (ha) sense that they’re sort of picking up right where they left off. Some things never do change, even if she has a feeling that he might have a few more new stories to fill her in on.
And she won’t necessarily be offended if he doesn’t move to initiate anything; the way she casually slants herself into his space speaks to more of a comfort level between them, one eyebrow popping slightly. ] Really. Well, I don’t know if she’s still here; think you could settle for me?
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but when she leans in his space that smile hiding in the corner of his mouth deepens, ever so faintly. ]
If I must.
[ stuffy language, as always. he bends his head to make that distance between them even smaller, his voice dropping teasingly. ]
At some point the ass will warrant comparison.
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But hey, with a year’s worth of orientations under her bullet belt, Wynonna can tune out nearly anything by this point — especially in favor of greeting an old friend.
Her smile widens too, at his seemingly haughty insistence, but when he drifts into her bubble too with that conspiratorial arch in his voice she tilts her chin down, the two of them basically close enough to overhear each other even through the freaking ruckus, the whirring of the machine. ]
Be my guest. Early reviews say it hasn’t left anyone else disappointed yet.
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he chuckles and reaches for her, finally, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in for a hug. ]
It's good to see you, Wynonna.
[ he also lets his hand drift over her ass :-) ]
Hate to be so direct, but it's good to see this as well.
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She’s grinning as he reaches out, winding her arms up around his neck as he tugs her in for that squeeze, cheek nestled to his for those few seconds before she feels the ghost of his palm across her rear assets — and then she chuckles, withdrawing with her hands still settled on his shoulders. ]
I think I can speak for both of us when I say we missed you too.
[ And her gaze sobers a little, something soft and understanding. ] You wanna get out of here? Drinks on me.
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he raises his hand from her rear to tighten that squeeze around her waist, briefly breathing in the still-familiar scent of her, then draws back. he looks more tired than before, but less actively burdened. and wynonna—he's not sure what to make of the easy gleam in her eyes. maybe she's happy. that too must be possible in this town. stephen doesn't know if he'll find out himself. ]
And miss the show? [ he asks, head cocking towards the fucking machine, and then he shakes his head with a short huff. ] Please. Let's get the hell out of here.
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Case in point: if she notices the tired expression in his face, she won't necessarily comment on it, not unless he brings it up himself. If they slip into harder subjects, that's probably going to be more a by-product of the whiskey than anything else. ]
Don't have to tell me twice. [ Her hands slip down the length of his arms, and maybe she takes a second to squeeze in the vicinity of his forearms before fully pulling back. ] The bar's still around and kicking, unless you want to take it back to my place instead. [ Yes, the apartment she's still living in, even though she probably could've scored herself a house already, because that would involve packing, which... gross. ]
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[ where he's been more than a couple of times. he follows her out of the expo, his hands safely back in his pockets. ]
I wouldn't say no to a little more peace and quiet. For the sake of my eardrums if nothing else.
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[ He might be the one with the magic fingers, but allow her to perform a wildly silly gesture, waving her hand in the air between them as if she's about to make some real good shit happen. No, she hasn't leveled up enough to be able to pull a bottle of whiskey out of thin air, but she will have one ready to access back at the apartment as they ditch this dicksicle joint in favor of a smaller venue.
It's a short walk, given how close the orientation theater is from the apartments themselves here in the Up, and once they're in the building elevator heading up to her floor she leans back against one side in quiet observation of him, hands braced on the railing and one boot propped against the wall with her leg crooked at the knee. ]
So when'd you get back into town, anyway? Can't believe I wasn't your first phone-a-friend. [ She's only teasing, of course. ]
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It's only been two days since I returned. I honestly wasn't sure what to do first.
[ catch up with old friends, look for a contract, figure out what the hell to do first and then next. ]
At the risk of sounding terribly high school yearbook, did you enjoy your summer?
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[ She's thought about this very scenario before, especially now with him being the second person she knows who's left and returned, memories of this place restored; what would happen if she went through it, found herself back home living out more of her life, only to wake up in that sterile room with various needles poking at her all over again? She sighs, lips pressed together in a tight smile. ]
I'm sure you didn't mean that to be as loaded a question as it is. [ And the answer might have to wait until after she's tossed back at least one round; the elevator doors slide open with a chime and she steps out onto her floor, backing up a few paces while she fishes her keys out of her jacket pocket. ]
I survived my summer. Still in one piece, right? [ She holds her arms out to either side, although he'd probably been able to feel the evidence for himself pretty well with that earlier grope-hug. ] So really, I shouldn't have any complaints.
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[ he waits patiently for her to open her apartment door, then follows her inside, reaching up to shrug off his jacket as he looks around. the layout of the place is familiar, at least, soothingly so. ]
A trip to a desert ... another city. Something about a place that grants wishes. It all sounded equally unbelievable and therefore equally likely.
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Mmm. All of those, and lately, dreams that you can get pulled into without warning. Not just yours, ones that other people happen to be having. With all of the intense side effects for a real cherry-on-top scenario.
[ One glass filled, she slides it over to him; the other is poured for herself, and the bottle she leaves open and at the ready. ] How's that for unbelievable?
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Sounds potentially terrible. Depending on whose dreams you end up in.
[ he sips his glass, measured. ]
Or did someone end up in yours?
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[ She lifts her glass toward him in silent toasting before bringing it to her lips in turn, letting that first familiar sip slide down. ] One of mine was uh, Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman? Very immersive. Had the thigh-high boots and everything.
[ Of course, she won't elaborate on who wound up being her Richard Gere, but the implication that the dream had very closely followed the plot of the classic Garry Marshall flick is there. ] One involved sexy vampires. Not mine, but — turns out fangs are more trouble than they're worth.
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Did it awaken latent something in you? Some kind of raging vampire lust? Or a weakness for romantic comedies?
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[ Notice how she deliberately sidestepped any mention of her potential rom-com Achilles heel, but she offers him a casual shrug of one shoulder as she curves herself across the countertop, forearms braced there to keep herself propped up. ]
Could've been worse. Could've ended up showing someone all my deep-seated issues, of which there are enough to fill at least a week's worth of dreams.
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Why, Wynonna. A year in this town and you haven't learned the value of self-care? [ his tone is extremely dry. he gestures out irritably around the top of his glass. ] I think the senior class should receive free therapy. Or at least some other merit for good behavior whilst in captivity.
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I'm still waiting on my one-year pin. In the meantime, that's what this is for. [ She purses her lips together to hide a particularly wry smile of her own, tapping her index finger against the side of her glass. ] And how are you so sure I've even been behaving?