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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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Especially if that was to be how the conversation went. Dorian's own expression darkened, not so well concealed. "Oh yes. I suspect you're glad to see it," he said, unable to repress the thread of frustration in his tone. It was his luck that his first taste of home since his arrival would be this particular elf. "The wicked, evil Tevinter mage put in his place at last. Is that all you mean to do? Mock me, when you're in just the same position?"
If he was lashing out a bit, it couldn't be helped. It was a sore topic. And he'd pressed it all down, smothered it every time he was around Cullen, reminded of his new status. Perhaps it was bound to finally come out.
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"You should consider yourself fortunate. It is far more pleasant here than in Tevinter. There has only been one attempt to assault me so far, and it has been as long as three hours." Which was not a long time at all, but he was clearly implying it was paradise in comparison to the Imperium.
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"The system is different here, yes," he managed at last, his voice lowering to gritted reluctance. "But not always for the better. Just... there's an emphasis on copulation, as I'm sure you've noticed, rather than all other realms of servitude. I don't need to tell you, do I?" They all were forced through that dread orientation. "Rules everyone must follow, regardless of station."
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"The only difference between here and there is that here they are more honest about it. Or will you attempt to claim that you have never had your head turned by a pretty elven face?" The final words were practically spat out.
"I am certain you will follow their precious rules, perhaps even enjoy it. For what is a Tevinter mage without an insatiable lust?"
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Dorian refused to rise to the shameful bait of that question and the truth that laid therein. This elf knew nothing about him, needn't be provided any fuel relevant to whatever history he had related to a particular fondness for brothels with pretty elves.
"Clearly nothing I say is going to get through to you. Will you step aside and let me go, then? Or will you attack me here simply because of what I am?" He took a step forward, as if to test Fenris' boundary. He had to pass him to get to the door, after all.
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"Do not flatter yourself, I am not purposefully standing in your way." After all, how could he possibly know where Dorian was headed? And he wasn't large enough to fill the hallway anyway, even though it was narrow.
He simply turned so that the mage would have additional room, and his eyes were locked on him the entire time. If Dorian came within arm reach, Fenris would have the lyrium in his tattoos to briefly flash, just to see if it would frighten or provoke him.
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Fenris was not renowned for nothing. If he let himself run away with it, his fascination would overtake his common sense.
"How very clever of you," Dorian said, straightening again. "But I'm not going to lower myself to provocation, if that's what you seek." And then he stepped to continue past, a grasp on the door handle before he looked back. "They're serving dinner in the main dining room for the next hour, should you feel inclined to partake. You'll find you won't be able to purchase your own food outside until you've contracted."
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He inhaled slowly, the scent of ozone, like the air after a lightning storm, tickling his nostrils. He was ready for a fight, but when Dorian did not provide one he figured the mage was smarter than he seemed. At the instructions, he grunted faintly. Why did the mage think he didn't know this already?
"You must adore the sound of your own voice." Then he paused. "Are you contracted?" He didn't know what spurred him to ask, he likely was not if he was still down here. Right?
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It didn't mean he would roll over and let himself be killed.
"I do have a lovely voice." It was sharply spoken, a drawling self-flattery meant to cut in reply. The question almost made him bristle, though he managed to tamp down on his own reaction before it could be obvious. "And I don't see how that matters to you. If I said yes, what would you do? Reassure me that it's deserving of my newfound position in society? Regardless of what either of us may want, it's what they mean for us to do. Give ourselves as property to someone else."
So, yes. He was contracted.
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"You deserve far more than this, mage. What you have done, what your kind has done, is nothing compared to what this city, or your newfound master, could possibly do to you. Be grateful you are only experiencing a taste of what your slaves have. A bruise to your precious ego."
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"So we're all the same, are we? You see nothing but your former master when you look at me?" Perhaps unfair to mention the magister again. Dorian had never liked the man, though they'd only met once or twice in passing at the lavish annual balls meant to honor magisters, the ones his father took him to. It was Danarius' reputation for darker inclinations and blood magic that inspired revulsion. Good riddance.
"I never owned slaves, not personally. But yes, my family did. I can acknowledge that. I don't intend to defend myself against you, nor will I perform this role you expect of me for the burden of my heritage, groveling and pathetic, ruined with pride."
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While it was good that Dorian did not offer one, there were still certain things that he said that angered him to no end. "But no, you are not my former master. I do not see him when I look at you. However, I do see a mage who is a danger to himself as well as others, and belongs in chains rather than afforded the freedom to walk about without a Templar at your back. Know that my eyes will never be far from you, Dorian of House Pavus."
The title of which was spat out with as much hatred as Fenris could afford, which was an amount that poisoned the very core of his soul.
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And there would be no purpose in arguing his own complacency with Tevinter, or the lack of it, because he doubted anything that came out of his own mouth would be trusted. So Dorian glared back at him and ignored the way the lyrium's color threw a shadow on the wall. It was almost beautiful. Created from a monstrous ritual by his own guess, knowing little about Danarius or the prized slave he had kept. Part of Dorian couldn't even fault the bitter animosity flung now toward him, as much as it exhausted him to experience.
This wasn't something that could be untangled in one conversation, perhaps ever, and he wondered if it meant he'd need to avoid the Down housing complex for the foreseeable future. "You'll see whatever it is you wish to see, then. My words will hardly change that, so why would I try?" Then, because he could be a bastard when he chose: "At least you'll have a decent view."
He tried again to move past Fenris and get to the door, not stopping this time to be considerate about the dinner announcement, because surely that was a mistake and he was foolish to think otherwise.
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He would have to keep an eye on that one, because he imagined Dorian would turn him over to Danarius the first chance he got. It was best to be alert.