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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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Raven was... beautiful, although she had less than a feminine gait. He noticed it but didn't mind it. "Your place is fine." Why not lie and at least maybe make things comfortable for her. His focus wasn't the best at the moment, not picking up that she looked at their surroundings as he swaggered alongside of her.
She moved closer as people passed them and he found himself somehow more comfortable while still very physically uncomfortable. "Or if you have other ideas," he uttered huskily.
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And Raven wasn’t one to blush lightly or be ashamed of much. It wasn’t exactly easy to tug him closer to her, but she nodded her head to gesture towards a more abandoned hall. The only positive about this city was how lenient it seemed to be with people coupling off wherever they could find. She cared less about finding a room, now they managed to at least separate themselves from the gathering of people.
“I’m not really a shy person,” she told him, not really caring where they ended up. Raven looked up at him with a mild smirk before a hand moved to his chin to draw them in closer.
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Raven didn't seem as if she was attempting to put on a show which helped him relax a little. She had a leg brace and he didn't think she'd keep it on. They moved down a hall before she confessed about not being shy. He smiled nervously, unsure if he'd just made a mistake and she was about to rob him.
No. She didn't give him that vibe. His face lowered at her touch, crashing his lips against hers. Hopefully a kiss indicated his current level of shyness.
"Just how not shy are we talkin'?"
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Over the course of talking, she approached before pressing herself to him. By the time she's done talking, she's turned and leaning toward him. Her eyes move to his lips, wavering for just a moment before she takes the plunge. She didn't know him, didn't know what he liked, but she didn't need to move through this slowly. This place put her through this enough, and she was someone who could compartmentalize enough to know it was something that needed to happen. It would be cruel to let him suffer without doing anything about it. She had been there, too, trying to fight against it.
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Did she want to know if he was shy? It didn't seem that she wanted to really know anything about him. Raven didn't seem to want anything from him. He appreciated that more than he knew how to put into words, regardless that they weren't carrying conversation. His hands unfastened the button and zipper on his jeans. Shadow didn't push them off but let them rest on his hips, hanging onto the material of his boxer briefs. The head of his erection moved as if trying to escape the confines of his crotch and slowly headed to his waistband.
He kissed her again, hands moving to her pants and blindly searching for how to rid her of them.
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Raven exhaled when she felt herself press against him, lips captured once more. A hand moved down to palm over him. He was aching, and she meant to relieve it. She smiled into the kiss again before she knew she needed to get out of her own pants. Her hand continued to apply pressure before she took a step back.
"Careful of the leg," she commented lightly, moving to unclasp the brace. "I can't balance very well."
She didn't need to tell him the long story of it, what Murphy did, who Murphy was. It was a long story, and too much of it hurt to acknowledge now. But there was still ways they could maneuver this. There was a small conference table he could lift her onto. Or he could just lift her up. Either way the brace ended up discarded, and she needed both hands to undo the cargo pants she was wearing.
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"I've got you," he murmured close to her mouth with eyes locked on hers. His hands first held Raven by her hips then picked her up with a reach to her ass, picking her up and pulling her onto him. Shadow hadn't removed his clothing but jumped slightly in place to get his jeans to drop and tug his underwear a little in the process. He only really needed the head free and guide it to her opening. His back arched, angling his hips for the specific move.
He bit his lower lip in anticipation, closing his eyes at the first contact between her legs. "You ready?" Shadow questioned huskily almost as if his body was annoyed with the delay on penetration.
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“Yeah,” she huffed our, rolling her own hips forward to encourage him. She was already slick, and really she could use this kind of distraction. They didn’t owe each other, and it just felt good to rock harder against him.
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He couldn't keep his eyes open at entering her, senses overloaded given the ache he'd been fending off. Strong arms helped guide her rise and fall. Shadow quickly had opened his eyes once she first sank down. Mouth breathing wasn't sexy but he was moving with instinct, his face losing humor and fixed with primal arousal.
"Fuck.. that's good," he muttered with the early series of thrusts.
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Her own breath was labored, and when he sheathed himself completely within her, it was her turn to tightly close her eyes. He was certainly sizable compared to her petite body, but that only meant this felt all the better, and she could certainly handle that bit of pain that came with how good this felt.
"Just like that," she said, trying to catch her breath before her head rolled back, exposing her neck to him.
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"Say... when," he huskily uttered at her neck while keeping up the pace. Although the weather was cooler, perspiration began to dampen his skin. Shadow quickly returned to tasting along her neck. "Fuck." The curse word left him as a mindless utterance from the bliss of their connection. His mouth didn't leave her throat, talking against her skin.
"How... Can... " Thinking was impossible. He knew the question that he wanted to ask but forming coherent sentences was a challenge. "You want me to pull out?" he finally managed to get the inquiry out.
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He grunted, and she started to put the pieces together. Personally Raven didn’t entirely care where he finished. If they were closer, she might have more of a preference depending on her mood. But she shook her head. “Can’t get pregnant or anything here,” she told him, half making sense herself.
Right now she was so wet and on the verge of her own orgasm, soft little noises escaping as she leaned against him. Nails dug a little harder when he hit a certain spot just right, leaving her breathless, her body feeling like it was about to float away.
“Fuck— I’m so close.”
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He couldn't verbally respond so he physically continued until his stamina was spent and their bodies clapped at the rate of their repeated union. A groan left him resembling more of a growl as he spilled deep inside of Raven. His body twitched after release. He trembled slightly yet didn't lose his grip, firmly holding up her weight. Shadow panted for breath before latching his mouth onto her neck with no regard of their tryst coming to a close.
"Fuck," he finally uttered barely above a whisper as his mouth moved from the spot on her neck. "That... was... really good."
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He didn’t put her down though. Raven hadn’t been the affectionate type since returning from home, the last few weeks of meeting her quota had been just a means of hit it and quit it. With his face still pressed to her neck, she glanced downward with a cool grin.
“Yeah, you weren’t so bad,” she told him with a hint of teasing, still trying to recover herself.
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He didn't hold any expectation for affection regardless of being starved for it. Raven had given him enough and he didn't want things to get weird between them. "Thanks," he uttered in a voice still raspy and breathless. Shadow cleared his throat while straightening and cocking his hips back to pull out before setting her carefully on her feet. His hands instinctively moved to her sides once her feet touched the floor, offering support while she put her bottoms back on. A hand had only left her briefly to tug his boxer briefs back up in place.
"Raven really your name or just what you like being called?" he asked before thinking about what he said. It was a thought that had come to mind, still thinking of Wednesday's bird and hoping that wasn't some form of who he'd just had great sex with.
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She bent down to put the brace back on. As much as she hated the limitation, she was still glad, a year later, that she never let the LIEs lab touch her leg. She glanced up at him as she worked the velcro. What kind of question was that?
"Yeah, my name's Raven. Raven Reyes. Is someone named Shadow going to really question my name?" She asked with a cock to her head. Standing, she moved to find the sports bra she had discarded somewhere in the room, but wasn't exactly abashed enough to try and block herself. He'd already seen everything now.
"I think my mom liked them or something, but she was a shit person, so it's not like I really knew." For a long time she used to wear a raven necklace, but that was another time with another person. Who was dead now.
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"Sorry about your mom. Mine was all I had. ...Lost her and I had to grow up fast," he responded before looking away. Mainly, he pretended to be busy with getting his shirt and jacket but maybe she could see there was more to it. His mom had meant the world to him, similar to how his wife had too ...only to be betrayed by both. Shadow did continue to talk. "You'll give me even more shit but my name's Shadow Moon."
His jacket settled over his shoulders by the end of his name.
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"That's your legal name?" She gave him a grin. "Are you from like-- oh what's that era where people did a lot of drugs?"
Raven knew the pop culture reference from what she experienced on the Ark, but she didn't know well enough. Already meeting people from World War II and people that could do magic, anything was possible. She took the time then to actually put her shirt on. She glanced at the doorway for a moment, knowing she should get back, but what just happened had her at least lingering for the moment.
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He held an affectionate smile at her second question that lingered on his lips when he answered it. "She was from that era. Born just before the sixties and influenced by it. Had me in the eighties but still lived by the creed of peace, love and happiness."
It didn't occur to him that Raven might not be in the same decade, much less, a different century from his time. He walked to where she stood and straightened her clothing with a couple of gentle tugs. Shadow held a softer smirk, less of a smile only so he wouldn't look so gullible or vulnerable.
"So uh... anything else I should avoid while here?" he asked at catching her eyes glance toward the doorway.
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He approached her, straightening her shirt. Raven wasn’t used to this kind of attention, like he’s known her her whole life. It took her aback for a moment. “Don’t take anything anyone gives you. Don’t breathe in too heavily. Honestly? If you don’t have to go back in there, I wouldn’t,” she said flatly. Any time the city held anything there was always the likelihood this could happen.
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A smirk formed on his lips, thinking about how she just gave him a release. She probably didn't mean that given the directive they mentioned at orientation. "Thanks," he replied before stepping back and straightening his own outfit before heading out. "Hope I see you around again." Shadow internally winced as soon as the statement left him. The sentence sounded needy and Raven seemed the type who didn't like clingy.
Then again, if he recently learned something before Duplicity it was that he didn't really know anything.
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She found herself watching for a moment, a small smile forming when he said he hoped to see her around. It didn’t sound clingy; they both had a good time. “Hey—,“ she stopped him before he left, but then didn’t know what else to say.
“Take care yourself, okay?”
Because at the end of the day, as hard as she fought it, Raven Reyes cared too much, despite what she gave off.