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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!! |
Take a Ride - Epilogue Spoiler Alert
It was enough that when the teen gets off the train, mister lanky troll slipped his way out the last sliver of door that he could have and waited to see them walk a little further. The outfit aside, he knew that face because he had seen it in a few timelines he had been watching for fun. What was bullshit though? The whole thing? Yep. Sollux could agree easily, if this was the man he thought it was, he should already know he was there and he would already be in deep shit.
Sollux tried again for a little easier time of letting the human hear him or know he was there. His foot steps were heavier and his speed a little more, ready to act if he had to do so. He looked younger, but that hadn't stopped him at one point, either, causing havoc in a timeline. Really what he wanted was for him to turn around at least, let him see his face without trying to get in front of him.
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He had turned around. Strider speed had its perks, and it would have been difficult to discern just when he had moved to face Sollux. His collar was fixed to partly obscure his neck and his attention was squarely set upon the grey skinned alien. Ah. Troll. Though his eyes were hidden by his shades, it was apparent that his eyes were fixed sharply upon Sollux. It was very likely that he was staring him dead in the eye.
"Can I help you?" Dirk spoke as if his question was a guarded statement; more akin to 'explain yourself' than any gesture of concern. Don't fuck with him, he sees that unmarked throat.
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It had been a long, long time since he was near a Strider where there wasn't a pressing game issue to be had or a corpse party that put them in a general vicinity. "No." he wasn't there to be helped, but thank you kind, inferior species. "I wanted to make sure you were who I thought you were." His hands move into his pants pockets. "Consider me helped." He can't be sure if this man had threat past physical prowess that a normal Strider did, judging from Sollux watching timelines. "Who pissed in your gluten congealed grain flakes? Everyone out to get you lately?"
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"Understandable." Except it really isn't. "And am I?" Because he has never met this interesting little alien before in his life. He's seen some trolls, briefly, but Sollux wasn't one of them.
"Only the mastermind behind the means to abduct me from my timeline. I've got a feeling that it's only downhill from here, but I have plenty of experience when it comes to wrecking shit so. That should be entertaining." Dirk shrugged one of his shoulders and let it fall back into its casual droop. Give him a reason to strife, the jail time will be worth it.
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The hollow threat of being told by a human that he was going to wreck anything in the way that seemed pointedly at him made Sollux smirk. "Yeah? I bet you do." Sollux would have already been in deep shit if he had been the full potential Prince of Heart that he knew and found admirable in some ways. "I think you humans forget there's always someone out there bigger, badder and shit-wreckier than you, though. You always land flat on your asses some how. You pick fights you can't win."
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"Ditto for trolls. Any species, really. It's not an exclusive disadvantage - it's evolution." Trust him, he knows what he's talking about. He's scoured far too many wikipedia pages to be wrong. Just ask him. "And if I don't win once, I'll learn from my mistakes. Maybe the bigger fish has yet to be poked and prodded in a paper gown." Dirk is intimately aware of separate Universes. "Or isn't a species so sorely fucked by tenacious urges."
You have no idea how hard it was not to type miasmajesty.
The lisp makes it a little hard for anyone not taking the time to listen to him, but he has a feeling it's not bad enough that Dirk can't get it. "Nah. Any war we've started, we've finished." True to form, he hadn't known once that trolls didn't come out on top any time in some way. Darwin only works on sub species, mister Strider. "In my experience," good luck on the lisp with that one, "fish are usually the bitches." The empress included and Feferi excluded. She's the only one he wouldn't ever lump in there. "Paper gown or a Prince of Heart outfit. You feeling like you're big fish here, your majesty?"
RIP in pepperoni.
The next comment didn't sit well with him. It was barely a twinge of emotion in the very pit of his stomach that flickered out as soon as it had arrived, but it was something. "I can't argue with the state you left my planet in." Just to get that out there. He was aware that his Earth got totally owned and memed on hardcore by a very stubborn, and very bored Alternian Empress. "Send my regards to your aforementioned fish bitch. Maybe she will be more competent at the whole repopulation thing by now. It doesn't look good for such a powerful and indomitable empire to be spread so thinly."
Two can be petty and attack weak points for critical damage in the vague, species related sense. As a subtle reminder of his capabilities, and also for a little comfort, the Prince took the weight from his feet and settled into a loose sit. On the air. He still had his powers, thank you. "To be honest with you, Mister Troll? No. I don't." Dirk shrugged in return. "Do I think I have the capability to be? Absolutely. I don't need privileges to make shit work." He gestured to his throat. As high as the collar to his cape sat, it didn't cover the mark in its entirety. It was no secret that he had long since noticed the absence of said mark against Sollux's skin. He was not intimidated in the least.
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Now this was something he didn't know, or maybe he did and couldn't be fucked to remember it. As soon as Dirk got the words out about sending regards, Sollux snorted an amused noise and crossed his arms. "I think you're trying, desperately, really desperately, to hurt my feelings. I hope, instead, she's rotting at the bottom of some slurry filled shithole. Give your her regards to your easily bruised ego."
Two can and will. Sollux's eyes watch Dirk sit in the air. He knows why and he could care less just as much again. Dirk doesn't impress him in this form, if he thinks he's badass now, he never wants Dirk to learn what he becomes. Hopefully this is the one that follows the line across his neck. Which is hilarious by the way and Sollux has to bite his lower lip with the rest of his sharp teeth to keep himself from looking like he was a little amused. It wasn't funny, funny as per se. Just a little bit. Morbid funny. "Mister?" he asked, nodding his head as though he were impressed by it. "Yeah I don't care about that." came the smooth reply. "You and your godtier don't scare me. I don't know why you're trying to swing your undoubtedly inferior evolution and its globes around like I'm going to suddenly see how all powerful you are. Your species only impresses me that you managed to crawl out of your primordial slime pools and find the ability to feed yourselves. I'm more scared of the bacteria your kind carries than what you think you can do to me personally."
Oh.
"Okay that was maybe a little much. I take back maybe the part about..." no he meant most of that. "I take back the part where it's going to hurt your feelings more and you tell me why you're so much better than a whole society geared for interplanetary war like it's my fault you all got invaded." Give him a second, he wanted to adjust his glasses so they were further up. "Are we done measuring our bulges or are you unsheathed and we can get this over with? I guarantee I'm winning that one too."
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"Not my intention. My apologies if my parry of this verbal jousting session hurt your fee-fees even a little. I'm going to take your words at face value and assume you're not fighting back tears right now." Dirk was almost certain that he was actually... Having fun. It was a somewhat scary thought. Not unlike him to take joy in any form of combat, even if it was verbally nipping at the heels of a troll.
Floating around was a Schrodinger's threat. If accused, he was getting comfortable. If Sollux felt intimidated, then it was purposeful. He would not admit to that. "Mister. You don't look like a lady." He has seen female trolls and wont consider that he could have been acting rather problematic. "You could give me your name instead. Even things out a little considering you already know mine."
There was the accusation. Dirk tipped his head in a purposeful, sideward motion. "I've been on my feet all day. Quit being paranoid." Jeez. "You asked a question and I answered it. Just because the answer didn't satiate your expectations doesn't mean I'm trying to be a dick. Good roast, though." He was particularly fond about the bacteria comment. Scientific and scathing.
Speaking of dicks. "Almost tempting." The Strider's tone of voice made it difficult to discern if he was being sarcastic or not. "Unfortunately, I don't like being told what to do and I'm considering abstinence from anything even remotely sexual to be spiteful. The most platonic case of 'fuck the system' that I can manage. So, yeah. We're done. I guess we'll never know."
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"If you don't say feewings, or if you really wanted fee-fees witwl would have probably been a lot more effective." No fee-fees hurt here. Sollux also couldn't disagree that he was having a little bit more fun than he thought he should have. He really only wanted to find out if Dirk was a meta overlord but found out he's just a shitlord instead. A shit talking shitlord and it was fun. "Wow, you do have the sponge power to discern sexes. An evolved ape among evolved apes." Impressive but not, he's having a tiny, globe busting go of it. "Sollux Captor." Not to be confused with the 'Thollukth' it sounds like. "It won't mean anything from home." Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe Dave actually appreciated him not letting them die enough to say something. There's that maybe not again. Who knows? Either way, there was his name. His Lusus must not have liked him so much to perpetuate those noises. "Does that feel even or...? You could go back to calling me mister."
As for feet. "You haven't. I've been following you, remember?" He probably has been, Sollux hasn't been following him for that long at all. "Thanks, though."
Give him a second, the way that Dirk was talking made him have to squint off to the side in thought and then look back through the red and blue lenses. "Wait. I didn't hear there's anything mandatory. I don't want mandatory. My intention is to go to wherever the fuck they shove me until they make me take one of these contracts, ignore it until I actually need to do something and continue living. I don't want mandatory where is the mandatory?" Teach him, oh wise human.