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TDM #9
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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 cool weather has begun to fade into a wintry mix of soft snow and chilly wind. LAST TIME ON... Duplicity's annual Tumenalia preparations are under way and all citizens will know about the charms. |
![]() 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 annual Tumenalia festival is coming at the end of the month, and the citizens of Duplicity are well into their preparations. The decorations on the light posts and building exteriors are becoming more commonplace, streamers and lights and silken banners hanging from light posts and doorways and some have taken to wearing strange masks. These festive touches almost distract from the boarded up windows. A variety of seasonal booths are also popping up throughout the city streets in both the Up and Down. Many of these are giving away the same red, blue, and green charms that have already been in circulation for the past two weeks. But there’s also a new product being handed out: small sealed glass vials full of colored powder in intricate striped patterns. The powder vials seem purely decorative at first, with no special properties. But once the vial has found an owner, without warning, the glass begins to glow and the powder within begins to disappear, as though falling slowly through an hourglass. Characters holding the vials will experience the effects of the charms at a greatly increased pace and intensity. Red, blue, and green powder will have the same effects as the charms do-- but unlike the charms, the powder vials allow for colors to mix and combinations of effects to be experienced at the same time. A character could feel the strength and aggression of red mixed with the exhibitionism of the green, or even aspects of all three effects at once. The powder will continue to affect the character until the last of it vanishes from the vial, a process that takes about three hours. It seems to be the fashion among locals to wear the empty vial on a necklace as a badge of honor, and empty vials are apparently valuable in some way, though nobody seems willing to answer how just yet. |
![]() As excited as the locals seem for the upcoming Tumenalia festivities, there is also a sense of unease and foreboding in the air. Tumenalia is known as a time when anything can happen, and though there have been multiple promises from the mayor that this year won’t come with the usual violence and property damage, most of the locals don’t seem reassured by this. Many are in the process of physically securing their homes and businesses, and many others seek some sort of premonition in the form of fortunes. While not as prominent as the booths handing out charms, there are plenty of pop-up fortunetelling booths starting to appear on the streets. These impromptu oracles provide a variety of divinations, including but not limited to tarot readings, tea leaves, and even reading roses. Ask about love, life, death, health, wealth, or whether or not to upgrade your insurance policies before Tumenalia. Whatever you ask, though, you’ll find something curious - it may not be literal, and it may not be in the manner expected, but all fortunes somehow come true within the day. |
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: Sweet or Savory. If your character favors Sweet Foods then they are a Dominant. If they favor Savory Foods then they are a Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Ginger Hale | OC | Dominant | OTA
[Ginger is not nearly as put off by this whole thing as she likely should be. Really, there isn't much of a reason that she's taking it so well, so much as she doesn't seem to have the sort of mental capacity to think about it all that hard. Once stress gets to a certain level, it's just much easier to do a hard reboot. Which is to say, she's just taking it all in stride. Maybe this is just some sort of...surprise vacation! And she does so love to travel. And to meet people. What fun! As soon as she sees someone looking about for somewhere to sit, she's waving an enthusiastic arm.]
Hello! Why don't you come sit with me? I've got a cozy little seat for your cute tushy right here!
[She pats the seat beside her. Yes, you. You with the cute tushy.]
WARM ME UP
[Ever since settling in, Ginger's been so taken by all the decorations, all the sights, she hasn't had a chance to stop and pick one of the tokens. For now, the vials of powder to unnoticed as she finally stops to hem and haw over the three colors, uncertain.]
Oh, excuse me?
[She stops anyone who slows down to take a look for themselves--at anything.]
Which color do you think looks best against my skin tone? I just can't decide!
[No she has not figured out that there are going to be side effects. Not even considering it.]
AND BREATHE ME
How wonderful!
[Unsurprisingly, Ginger's been ensnared by one of the fortune telling booths. Her eyes shine as she looks at the undisturbed pack of tarot cards.]
I've never actually had a tarot reading before, but I've always wanted to. Oh, gosh, I don't even know what to ask! Maybe, like, um...no, no, that's way too silly. Hm...
[Aware of a presence behind her, she bashfully steps out of the way.]
Look at me, it's like I'm in line at a restaurant and I don't know what to order! I'm sorry, you can go first. There are so many things I want to know, but I couldn't possibly ask them all! I think I'll be awhile.
WILDCARD
[Nothing above suit your fancy? Let's plan something else! Or just throw a starter at me, I'll work with it!]
Be my friend
and it's far preferable to being dead and gone with little to show for it.
so when the other woman calls out, complimenting her nice tushy (nice of her to notice it), she goes over with a smile]
I suppose I can't turn down an invitation like that. [a pause] Margaery Tyrell, Queen Consort of Westeros. And who might you be?
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[She gives a little laugh before extending her hand for a handshake. Well, she more or less just helps herself to Margaery's hand and shakes it enthusiastically between both of her own.]
My name's Ginger. Ginger Hale! I don't have a title or anything, but, ah, you never know what may happen somewhere down the road!
[Maybe she'll get knighted.]
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[they don't do handshakes in Westeros, so she's a bit at a loss, though amused at the other woman's enthusiasm]
It's wonderful to meet you, Ginger. I may call you Ginger, correct? And one never knows which direction fate will draw them in.
[can she swordfight?]
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[She'd feel weird being called anything else, if she's being honest. And hopefully Margaery isn't too put off because she has a lot of this enthusiasm to spare. It's like a faucet.]
Do you like Margaery? Or Margey? Or...oh. is it actually Your Majesty?
[Ginger has never held a weapon in her life.]
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Warm Me Up
[The snap is harsh as Jon bristles at the sight of the vials. The charms are bad enough. Now they're mixing and matching. The man addressing her is short, graying, and heavily-scarred with pockmarks visible across his face. His hands are stuffed into the pockets of a stylish coat. He'd paused to scowl at the decorations, if he's being honest. This all seems... dangerous. There's an edge in the air with all these promises of no wanton property destruction.]
They'll make you act strangely.
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What? These little festival trinkets?
[She has absolutely overlooked the boarded up houses.]
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Yes. Virtually everything in Duplicity. Don't trust it. It could be laced with aphrodisiacs or all sorts of horrible things.
[Trust nothing!]
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[Is this a prank? She's looking at him like she thinks it's a prank.]
I may be new, but I'm not that gullible!
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how did this thread become so much so fast
this is what happens when you're FRIENDLY at people, Ginger. never be friendly.
or always be friendly and embrace the chaos
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warm me up
Do you know, I think the red really suits you. Truly.
[ She's certain the charms have side effects. Of course they do. Laura's positive there's magic of some sort at work here, even if she can't quite discern what it is. But the idea of worrying over what they might do hasn't even occurred to her. The idea of worrying over anything hasn't occurred to her much lately, honestly. ]
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Thank you! I think you're right--I feel just perfect about it.
[But it's strange, when she looks at the nice stranger, she feels...hungry, almost? It makes her feel a bit younger, like when she was fresh out of her teenage years.]
You have a wonderful eye. And beautiful ones, too, if I might add.
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You're very kind.
[ It doesn't even come with the patina of yes, I know that it normally would. The green charm is doing a lot to subdue some of her usual... well, ego.
She holds out a hand to shake. The reflexive politeness is an automatic put-on, but her interest in the other woman — in more ways than one — is genuine for once. ]
Laura Chartwell. It's a pleasure, Miss...?
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[She takes the hand without hesitation and gives it a hearty, warm shake.]
I just love meeting people, that's all. Everyone's so different, and, like, there's always something wonderful about everyone.
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And Breathe Me
[He's got something of a muddied Georgia accent, something else in there with it.]
You don't have to ask 'em anything aloud. You can just hold a deck, think about your life for a while, an' pull a card. You'll get the most important answer.
[Yeah, he believes in all this stuff. He has a good reason to.]
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[Her eyes light up. It sounds so simple when he puts it that way. Brushing her hair over one shoulder, Ginger picks up the deck, holding it almost reverently before pulling a card, just like he suggested. What she holds is the Four of Wands, reversed, and shows him.]
Do you happen to know what this means?
[There's a fortune teller reader like right there but he sounds like an expert, so she's just gonna ask him now.]
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It can mean a few different things. In your case, I'd say bein' far from home. Don't suppose you were planning on going to a party or somethin'? If you were, you might wanna plan on it bein' canceled.
Not the worst card to get reversed.
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[She returns the card back to the deck and thanks the reader, even though the reader didn't actually do anything.]
It might be the university...I'm sure I'll get failed out with all these unexcused absences.
[But, laughing, she holds out a hand.]
My name's Ginger, by the way.
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and breathe me
The cards...]
Oh, no, it's okay! I'm not sure I'm actually going to ask anything yet. You should definitely go.
[Despite that very faint bit of sadness she smiles over at Ginger.]
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[But she hesitates. Because if absolutely nothing else, Ginger's definitely good at telling when someone is out of sorts in a bad kind of way. Strangers or not, this young lady (very blue? blue...like that one song where he has a blue car and a blue girlfriend and now it's stuck in her head) just seems...so sad! That's not the smile of someone in a good mood at all, and that's much more important than having her fortune read.]
Are you alright? We don't know each other at all, of course, but, like, I'm a totally good listener. If you need to get something off your chest. If you think it'll help?
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[Jester blinks like she doesn't know what Ginger is talking about and part of it is really just...you know, the fact that she's offering that right out of the blue. The other part is, well, just...it's fine! Jester's fine. She's totally fine.
(Jester has a hard time not being fine.)
After a second, she shakes her head.]
Oh, no, that's really nice but I'm okay! [Even as she says that, her smile does shift to something brighter.] What sort of questions were you thinking about?
[When in doubt: deflect!]
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[She's not going to be pushy about it, at least, and is very successfully distracted by the change in subject.]
Gosh, I don't know! I was thinking maybe something about relationships...but not really, like, romantic? Just, like, what kind of people am I going to meet here? I'm totally a fish out of water right now. Have you been here for awhile?
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Warm me up
[He sighs and gives up.]
But blue. Your eyes are blue.
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Are they...?
[Does she not know her own eye color???]
I'm new here, too. It's pretty overwhelming, isn't it?
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Are they? I didn't notice. I just thought they might be.
[She's new too! Relief.]
Oh good! Do you know who's hosting this?
I mean yes, it's overwhelming. I didn't sign up for this.
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[The blue token makes her feel a bit strange, though not in any particular way she can identify. Somehow she knows things with a certainty that her airy thoughts have never allowed her, before: this young man isn't wearing a costume. This is who he is, and that's fine, because the universe has all kinds out there even if she's never been aware of them before. She blinks a few times.]
Oh, dear.
[She reaches out instinctively, way too familiarly, to try and give him a squeeze of an embrace.]
It'll all be okay! Don't be nervous!
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