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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!! |
tris clark ( original ) — submissive.
Hey, so, uh, let's get one thing straight. I'm stupid broke.
[ tristan raises his voice loudly from the back most part of the alley where he's pinned between a greasy-feeling brick wall and guy who looks like he could probably snap him in four twiggy bits. his breath smells like a sour rendition of five guys burgers and fries and the way he's attempting to pat him down is gradually becoming more grope than it is an active bid to search for some semblance of cash on his person. ]
I just got here, why would I start my day off by lying, buddy, huh? [ leaning to the side, away from his assailant, tris yells ] You know being a bystander to a mugging is just as bad as doing the mugging yourself! Hello!
[ the sound of an impact, fist to jaw, interrupts tris' attempt at trying to get someone's attention.
so yeah.
anyone? anyone? bueller? ]
new flesh like a glove. ( cw: potential dubcon, drugs, bdsm/sexual torture, prostitution, public use )
[ he should be exhausted at this point. like really exhausted. everything should hurt, the heat frothing over in his belly, surging down past his hips and cresting his thighs. he should know better at this point that putting something labeled as "free sample" in his mouth would lead to something like this, but it's comical to just avoid it all. free samples can't all be nefarious ploys to get you to fuck, right? but of course... a warm, dizzying set of hands guiding him playfully behind curtains, down some steps. he yields at the hands pulling at his clothes, at the comfortable leather around his wrists —
hell, he barely can bring himself to care as the fucking machine starts working its magic between his spread legs in front of a very live audience. it doesn't even register that he's on display, thighs parted and body arched prettily. there's a hand resting on his ribs as his chest rises and falls, skimming over his belly with a glove that steadily makes its way down his cock, pumping it until its color has deepened and he's left wanting.
the first orgasm goes great, everything those shitty romance novels say it's like: sparks behind the eyes, a heat exploding from your loins (that's harlequin romance novel for dick) all that good stuff.
and the second orgasm's not so bad either.
the third's dicey. truth be told, he's basically suffering. how they wring three out of him is absolutely bizarre. tris can vaguely see out of the corner of his blurring vision that some of the "volunteers" are being rotated in and out but maybe they like something about him (reality is, they really do. tris arches his body prettily when he's on the edge of orgasm, he twists desperately in his bonds and puts the strength of the machine on display, and shows just how much ecstasy the device can pull out of one person with how the machine fucks him without mercy.
but he's definitely at his last, though the symphony hydraulics display runners don't seem to be thoroughly done with him yet. so he might need a bit of bailing out. or maybe volunteer yourself for the show. ]
wildcard.
[ hmu baybee you probably have my number, if not i'm open to pretty much anything on this list. ]
new flesh like a glove
He has more pressing concerns about it now.
It, admittedly, takes him a moment to reconcile what he's seeing with reality- that that's really Tris up there, he's back and Phillip isn't sure if he should be thrilled or not to see him. It then registers what kind of position the man is in, how he's pretty clearly hitting the point of no longer enjoying what's happening to him, and then he switches to full on pissed.
Whether they thought Phillip was his Dominant or were just freaked out by his glare, he has no idea. It doesn't matter, as they finally unstrap Tris from the machine and Phillip helps him off the stage, an arm already wrapped around him for both stability and comfort, if needed.]
Tris? Are-- are you ok? [He's not sure how aware the man is right now...]
no subject
when his voice emerges finally, it's a little dry, hoarse from the moaning and keening the machine and eager crowd had pulled from him. there's a moment where one hand's fingers flex in the fabric of phillip's t-shirt, trying to find the words that best meet the situation among the murky traces of his sense. ]
Debatable... [ he manages, the other hand clutching his clothes. between getting unstrapped from the goddamn machine and wriggling unceremoniously (and somewhat stiffly) into his jeans, he's really feeling all kinds of "welcomed back." ] But holy fuck I'm... really fucking glad to see you.
no subject
He leans up, pressing a soft kiss to the man's cheek.] I'm glad to see you too. Though wish it wasn't quite like this. [He'd missed Tris though, and once they're settled in a corner he'll wrap both of his arms around him, rubbing at his back and sinking to the floor with him if need be.]
pockets and such!!
however, hearing someone yell about being a bystander to a mugging is just as good as a ping of her spider-sense, yeah. that works.
no, her brain doesn't have time to register that she kind of recognizes that voice. no, she's not paying particularly close attention to the person being pressed against brick because she learned a long time ago that focusing on the person that needed help in situations like these usually meant she wasn't playing close enough attention to the actual thief. so when she jumps down onto the fire escape above them, the jerk who just threw a punch gets two heavy lines of webbing at his back that yank him into the air just as quickly as they caught the material of his jacket. she pulls him up about 15 feet or so, high enough that he'll probably think better of kicking and swinging around up there, and high enough that she doesn't have to worry about anybody getting kicked in the head by him either. good. groovy. that was easy. way to go, spider-woman. petty crime is still no match for blah blah blah......
once she knows those webs are securely gripped onto the rail of the fire escape ( she doesn't actually want him to fall ), she hops down, holds her hands out to her sides because she knows sometimes people aren't used to, uh, vigilante justice. especially from someone in street clothes. but look! hands! no weapons! only a little bit of a hop to her step as she steps into the light ( she's super proud of herself here okay ), and a small smile on her face once she finally looks away from the dangling pickpocket above them. see? isn't she charming?
but that expression shifts very quickly once she's actually looking, once his face registers even in the low light of the alley way. her shoe scuffs pavement because she was in the middle of a step, okay, and then everything just kind of stopped and she doesn't even have it in her to feel embarrassed that she sort of tripped on her own foot because holy shit.
oh, god, this can't be real. this probably isn't real. this is the city fucking with her in a major way, because that's what the city does. it's a trap, designed to remind gwennie of all the soft spots she has in her heart and soul, things she's learned about herself since she got here a year ago, and use them against her. she's so, so sure it can't be true.
she just really does not care right now ]
-- Tris? Tristan?