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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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Are you new?
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Ah, those guys?
They don't scare me.
They're just big softies under all that aggression and angst.
Stepped through those doors this morning.
With a fresh tattoo down my throat.
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I'm a submissive, too. It's definitely a bit of an adjustment, and I can't say the dorms are particularly nice, but you sort of get used to it, I think.
Would a drink help? [ that's at least less likely to get him into trouble, at least. ]
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I’ve slept in worse.
And better.
You know, a drink would help.
But I don’t know my way around.
Would you come to me?
Room //. You can’t miss it, or me.
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Oh. Sure, of course. (I'm Martin, by the way.)
See you in a bit.
[ true to his word, martin shows up at the door a little while later, knocking politely. and the closer klaus gets to the door, the stranger it feels. until when he opens it, there's.. silence. as if klaus and the freckled, brown-eyed man on the other side are maybe the only two people in all of existence.
martin smiles, sweet and warm and just a bit shy. ] Hi. I'm, um, Martin?
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[ The lab coats gave him back his clothes, so nice of them, which means he’s not wearing a hospital gown when Martin shows up. A leather skirt and a long open jacket. He has tattoos, hair a mess, dog tags hanging around his neck, and a few bruises here and there. Some he knows the origin of... others he doesn’t.
And he has a headache. Like he always does.
It’s the reason for his network plea. He’s not above begging for drugs but he’d like to think he usually has a little class, in his opinion he’s always classy. He’s sitting on his bed, bent forward with his head in his hands, when the knock sounds. Oh, it’s Martin.
He wobbles as he stands, shushing a particularly loud woman yelling about some dominant who had done them wrong and moves forward. She vanishes. Another step. The guy to the left is gone. Another step, a little quieter. He stumbles as he pulls the door open. It’s so quiet. So peaceful. Him and one other person. He’s never experienced such solitude. Sure, he’s felt alone when he’s surrounded. Been lonely. Even with Dave there were still others. Voices and ‘apparitions’. Always, always around. He can never think or breathe. ]
Martin? [ He sways forward. ] They’re gone. [ Then he falls back, legs giving out as unconsciousness takes him. ]
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oh no, what is he supposed to do? he's not a doctor. he's never even taken a proper first aid class! still, he at least knows to check for pulse and breathing, and reaching, he gently presses two fingers to the other man's neck. .. his pulse seems.. fine? maybe a little bit quick? and his chest is rising and falling, so.. he'd just passed out, maybe.
uncertain what else to do--and definitely not strong enough to just pick him up and put him on the bed--martin shifts to at least lift klaus's head, elevating it and scooting underneath, letting him rest back against the tops of his thighs. he presses a cool-skinned hand over his brow, then, hoping that it will help wake him. ]
Klaus? Klaus, please wake up. I don't know what to do. [ .. should he call jon? maybe he knows a doctor here. ]
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He didn’t deserve whatever was happening right now but it’s what he’s wished for.
But this person, this Martin, beneath and around him did deserve not to have a panic attack. ] I’m awake, I’m awake. [ He cracks open one eye. Just the one. There’s a cool hand on his forehead and a handsome man above. ]
Who’d have thought my knight in shining armor would be a Martin.
[ He lifts a hand, slowly because all the quiet makes him tired. Sleep, yeah, he could probably sleep for weeks. ]
How’d you do it? Turn them all off. Make them shut up. Are you one of the other special kids dear papa couldn’t buy?
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I-- Wh-Wha--?
[ turn what off? make who shut up? martin blinks, brows knitting faintly. ]
I'm sorry, I-- I'm not sure what you mean. [ .. was it the lonely? maybe klaus is especially sensitive to it. but.. that can't be it, right? he seems pleased with martin. ] Are you feeling okay? [ hesitantly, he pets the dark hair, pushing a few strands carefully away from the other man's face. ] Should.. I help you get on the bed?
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You’re pretty when you blush. I’ll have to remember that. [ Is he flirting? Of course he is. Martin was beautiful and warm and quiet and kind. ] You have powers, right? Something weird and kooky.
[ Klaus’ lashes flutter at the soft brush of fingers through his hair. ]
That’s nice, don’t stop okay?
[ He blinks. Martin’s already helped him and he’s offering to do more. Then the bed? Who was this man? A saint? A hero, his anyway. ]
Please, don’t go yet. It’ll stop if you go. Even to the bed. [ He had no idea but he didn’t want to risk it. ] They... they’re so quiet with you here. [ He sounded insane. Martin, sweet sweet Martin, would get honesty. ] The dead. Ghosts, spirits, souls of the living. They’re always here. But not now. It’s only you.
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.. oh no, it is the lonely. but klaus isn't reacting to it the same way most people do, and that alone is enough to bring martin up short.
obedient almost by reflex, he continues stroking klaus's hair as he listens, looking more troubled by the moment. so klaus hears or sees the dead, or maybe sees and hears. and if they're always around him, well, maybe it's starting to make sense. by definition, the lonely makes you feel alone. just.. maybe in this case, it sort of backfired on The One Alone. maybe to someone who desperately wants to be alone but never is, the lonely isn't so bad. ]
Oh, [ he breathes, stunned nearly silent. ] Oh, Klaus. I-- [ the other man seems so relieved, martin can't imagine how bad it must be that by contrast, martin's patron gives him peace.
he takes a careful breath, then smiles again, small and soft and flustered. ] The good news is that I have enough control that um.. I can extend the effect a little distance, at least. [ he doesn't want to catch anyone else with the lonely, though, so: ] The-- The size of the room, maybe.. I don't, um, want to hurt anyone, though.
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It's not... permanent? [ Klaus' expression changes. The little bit of pure joy that had taken hold seeps out. ] I get it.
[ Then this would only happen when Martin was around. It wasn't going to last. They were strangers. He couldn't ask the man to always be nearby. To stay close just so Klaus could have some peace once in a while. His lower lips shakes but he's graceful in how he slips that quiver into a slow smile. All flirtatious again. He was a live in the moment kind of guy and it was nice right now and he could feel miserable later when his knight rode back out on his white horse. Extreme highs and extreme lows, that was the Klaus Hargreeves way. ]
Then I'll have to enjoy it while it lasts, now won't I?
[ There's those fingers in his hair and he's feeling so needy. Klaus rolls gently onto his side and sure it puts his face at groin level but he doesn't care. He curls his body in and around Martin, mouth buried against his stomach. His arms push and wrap around his waist, making it so that he's as close as he can be. ]
Martin, my knight. Tell me something about yourself.
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he cups the back of the other man's head, winding gently in his hair. the other hand rests against his shoulder, stroking down his back soothingly. ]
It's not permanent, [ he agrees gently, ] but um.. I can tell you where I work, and-- and maybe once I contract, if I get settled somewhere.. [ his face is going red again. ] W-Well, if, um, if it's somewhere you can sleep nearby.. [ martin doesn't mind if the other man visits him at work for some peace and quiet at the very least.
his thumb brushes the curve of klaus's ear, and he smiles sheepishly at the mild demand. ] Um, I-- Well, there's not much about me that's very interesting. I-- I grew up in south Devon in this little village. I like spiders quite a lot. My boyfriend's an archivist? [ he hesitates, thumb stroking down the side of klaus's neck, then brushing his nape. ] .. Klaus, were you.. looking for drugs to make things quiet like this..?
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You'd do that? [ His voice is mumbled, breath warm and lips catching on Martin's shirt. ] What if they won't let me come along? Your dominant, when you catch one, might decide that I'm not worth all the trouble I'll surely be causing.
[ Klaus would disagree. Everything he's heard so far was interesting. South Devon. That was good old Britain, wasn't it? Spiders though? Ew, sorry Martin. They had too many legs. Maybe Ben would like them. He should've asked while he could. ]
Your boyfriend, yeah? What's his name? [ Ah, if that doesn't remind him of dear, sweet Dave. Dave that he'll never see again. Dave that makes his heartache over and over again each time he thinks of him. The only person he's ever loved more than himself. But he'll be damned, that thumb of Martin's was doing a good job at distracting him. He drags a hand up to catch Martin's, stilling the movements. ] I'm a simple man, Martin, and that feels a little too nice.
When I'm... high, they're quiet. The less sober I am the better it is.
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I don't want to go to a Dominant that won't let me work. That won't.. let me help if I can. [ and the few offers he's had thus far have been from people who're kind. or jon. ] .. His name is Jon, [ he adds at the question, smiling helplessly. ] Jonathan Sims. He's.. amazing. Honestly. Brilliant, and hard-working, and so brave. Just.. [ a sigh. ] He doesn't have a lot of common sense at times.
[ he bends, pressing a gentle kiss to the other man's temple. ] When you can't stand it, you should come to me instead of trying to get high. Okay? Even if I'm in the middle of work, or asleep, or-- or anything.
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