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TDM #1 OVERFLOW
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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. |
 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. |
 While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either. |
 Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments. To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character 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 chose "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. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant. Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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He stares at the other Servant, and of course, he understands very well what he's getting at with that comment. You're no good to her if you're dead; it has nothing to do with anyone else.
A hand slides over his jaw, and he doesn't flinch or try to pull back. He lets Lancer draw him in, though it...takes a moment for him remember the motions, so to speak. No one likes to kiss a dead fish so he does at least respond, albeit slowly - cautiously.
Some of the tension in his frame unwinds, and he squeezes Rin's hand a little.
Maybe it will actually be okay. ]
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the response is slow, but at least it's there, and at least the guy is trying — that's what lancer is trying to think, anyway. he's more used to appreciation, and this really doesn't do too much for his ego or anything further below the waist.
not at the moment, anyway, unless things turn for the better. they've gone too far now for lancer to think about giving up.
their lips fit together closely, the lines melding, before he parts his lips first. the graze of teeth against the other's isn't gentle at all, but it's no less careful for the fact either.
same goes for his hand against the jaw; the grip he has between forefinger and thumb indents the tanned skin is forceful, immobile, but it's not for the sake of a fight. more of a warning. ]
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This, however -- this is something he's ill-practiced at and has uncertain feelings about even on good days. It shows, too, though to his credit, he does at least make the effort to respond, rather than simply leave Lancer with nothing. He's not quite sure how to...move things, though, to where Rin wants them to go.
He flounders a little, thinking about that...but then he can feel his lips brush against knuckles. Warm breaths puffing gently over the back of his hand, her teeth grazing his skin. He starts a little, almost like a nervous animal, but with her hold his hand and Lancers fingers clasping his jaw, he doesn't go anywhere.
It's almost instantaneous, too, the reaction that follows when she draws his thumb between her lips. His eyes grow wide and round, and he glances at her as she starts to suck wetly on his finger. Heat crawls up his neck, makes his cheeks burn, and the air stutters out of his lungs.
His eyes come back to Lancer, and after a moment, he tentatively nibbles a little along the man's lower lip and slides his tongue against his teeth. If Rin was trying to motivate him, she's chosen the right avenue to do it. ]
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[ it's not that it annoys him, mind you. he is "hers", after all, even without the necessary magic holding them together. it's beyond the bonds of a heroic spirit and a master to wield them, beyond just being a tool to be used.
doesn't mean that he isn't jealous though, and even that annoys him; he is the greatest hero, someone who's had songs made about them for a thousand years. what has this guy got that's even possibly better than him?
the reaction it brings forth to Archer doesn't go unwelcomed; while annoyed, he isn't small minded enough to quit it, not petty enough to deny her what she asked of him.
with a small, annoyed sound, lancer slides his hand firmly to the back of archer's head, cradling it on the calloused palm of his hand and deepening the kiss. ]
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Except in this situation, his mouth is occupied already, and he knows why she's doing this. She's trying to get him "in the mood", and it's painfully embarrassing how what she's doing is affecting him. Her tongue against his skin makes his fingers twitch, his cheeks warm, and he huffs a little through his nose despite himself.
And yet he's also cognizant of his fellow Servant and the hand sliding into his hair. Of the fact that there's nothing more rude than looking at another person when you have someone engaged right in front of you. Since that's the case, he tries not to sneak glances at what Rin is doing to his hand, no matter how much he just wants to stare and keep staring at her doing that.
Instead, he tries to focus on the kiss -- on giving as best he can and letting Cu explore and take what he wants. It's not the ideal for either of them, but he does try. There a little more warmth there, a little more interest, and as Rin's teeth graze his palm, a soft, muffled noise catches in his throat. She's driving hairline fracture into his usual composure with her antics, and it couldn't be more obvious.
Still, he doesn't look. He kisses Lancer instead, licking his way into the inside of his mouth and sucking a little on his tongue. It's less awkward now, more messy and honest, and after a little while, he even presses a palm against the other's man's chest and slowly drags his fingers down -- exploring what he's previously only come close to with weapons in his hands.
Perhaps Lancer will appreciate the gesture, perhaps he won't, but...he can only figure out what the other man likes if he makes the effort and tries. ]
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they had never really been this close, not without any weapons, not without a fight, but it is similar enough to be like one. muscles jump under the other's touch, feeling the drag of calluses palm as a hard pressure against him, and Lancer lets out a muffled quick sound, almost a laugh but not an unkind one for the other Servant's efforts. in the end, he has to give credit to Rin - she really knew how to get what she wants, no?
speaking of... lancer pulls away, breaking the kiss; lips wet, eyes shining almost dangerously. ]
Not very fair, is it?
[ his free hand curls around archer's forearm, settling on the crook of his elbow briefly before he trails it down to his wrist, following the lean line of muscles, before he grasps his wrist and pulls him bodily away from Rin. ]
I'm doing this as a favour for you, little Master.
[ his voice is still friendly, a casual lilt to the words, but the grin on his lips is anything but, sharp like a knife edge. ]
Where's my reward?
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His temper flares over being man-handled like this, and he shoots a glare at Lancer before his eyes drift back to Rin. He could say something, maybe, but since he clearly doesn't have any say in this, he just looks peeved (maybe even a little sulky).
She asks what he wants (a dangerous question, in his view), but he lets it play for now. Depending on what the man says he wants, Archer may or may not get fussy. ]
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Lancer doesn't really notice, or necessarily mind, their annoyed reactions, choosing instead to watch her expression play from surprise to disappointment to annoyance, and myriad of other things in between. It's entertaining, that's for sure, to be almost able to read the thoughts running through her head just by looking. ]
What do I want?
[ he repeats, his voice suddenly softer, a low, dangerous edge to it as he considers it.
There are a few options to consider, definitely so, and he is altogether too conscious of the other Servant's temper flaring up if he decides to push it too far. Ah well, there's only one thing to do, really.
Extending a hand, a gesture that is noticeably more gentle than before, more careful, he pulls rin to stand between them. Lancer sneaks a hand into her hair, feeling the soft weight of it, before using that hand to pull Archer closer by the waist - enough for his chest to bump into her back. ]
That's better.
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With Lancer’s arm around his waist, he can’t really disentangle them from each other, and on top of that, he’s already feeling a little warm under the collar from all the kissing and the attention she was giving his hand. Having her back pressed against his chest definitely isn’t helping with that, and he desperately hopes she doesn’t notice.
His brow creased, his cheeks a little red, he nonetheless maintains a even sort of tone. ]
Is this truly necessary?
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so he only gives a quick glance down to Rin, his gaze sliding to her blushing face, and instead of leaning down to kiss her like how he wants, lancer just grins, all cockiness and teeth. ]
Oh, I know all about that.
[ he's not stupid, you know - it's just that just because he understands what needs to be done, (or rather, who), there's always a matter of personal taste and preference.
A vague thought lingering in the back of his mind that he doesn't half mind the blush on the other Servant's face, he leans in over her head, reaching out to cradle the other man's head with his free hand, catching his lip between his teeth. ]
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He doesn't really get the chance to do that, though, since Lancer nudges his fingers into his hair and nips at his lower lip. Entirely too conscious of Rin's presence between them, the look he gives Lancer is mutinous if not outright petulant. If it wasn't for the softness of Rin's form wedged between them, a reminder of his promise to her, he would be gone.
His tongue slides out, nudging Lancer's mouth open as a hand settles on the other man's hip. He really doesn't know what he's doing...just that having Rin so snug between them like this is making everything feel much warmer. Instinctively, he almost starts to move a little behind her -- and stops himself. That isn't...he mustn't do that. ]
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he presses on - takes another step forward, the hand on Archer's waist grasping a handful of the shirt as if to say don't move, his grip firm, and the motion brings him closer up against Rin, a thigh nudging its way between her legs. It's mostly for the ease of fitting themselves together, but as always, Lancer is selfish and needy in his own ways, especially if things like this were at stake.
Following the plan was one thing, but there's also what he wanted.
None too careful, he rocks against Rin, a slow grind against her hip and belly that leaves him breathless, and Lancer kisses the other man hard and hungry, biting his way into the other's mouth, licking into the depths without regard. ]
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Lancer is grinding against Rin.
He can't see it well, given the other man is becoming more greedy and demanding with his mouth with each moment, but he can feel it in how Rin moves (or is moved), how her back presses against his chest, and hear it in those quiet, strained sounds of hers. She steadies herself by leaving a hand on his thigh, and a low grunt catches in his throat.
Part of him thinks he really shouldn't just let Lancer grind on his Master like this....but those thoughts are quickly being drowned out by the smoldering heat pooling low in his belly and the burgeoning hardness between his legs.
A thought pops into his mind finally, and it's with that, that most of the tension still lingering in his frame evaporates: This is going to happen, and he might as well just accept it.
Mashing his lips against Lancer's with more sloppy fervor than he's exhibited yet, Archer curls an arm around Rin and just...steadies her. Supports her. She needn't worry about falling or losing her balance.
He hardly even thinks about it before he does it, but he starts rocking against her too, gently to start. A soft groan is all but smothering into Lancer's mouth, but it's there just the same. He's hard, finally, and more on board with what they're actually about. ]
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almost on reflex, his grip tightens around Archer's waist.
eyes, narrowed into slits. the soft parted lips twitch into a grin, challenging, as he rolls his shoulders a little, his spine curling as he rolls his hips up against her, against archer, into her hand. the red depths darkened to that of an old wound, gaping and shiny, the colour of blood. ]
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He sees Rin's hand in Lancer's pants, and his eyes automatically become much rounder. It should bother or offend him, maybe, but instead, a short breath hisses between his teeth. He could watch this and find it arousing -- a sure sign than he truly is engaged with this.
But Rin hesitates. The sounds she makes are clearly distressed, and it seems like...she got quite a bit more than she bargained for.
Huffing a little through his nose, Archer doesn't say anything. His own arousal still presses against Rin's back, but he stops what he's doing to focus on this instead.
An arm still around her waist, Archer slides his hand in after Rin's, and unlike hers, his fingers are steady. Curling them around her much smaller grip, Archer gives her stomach a gentle, reassuring squeeze before he starts to guide her fingertips along the length of Lancer's cock. How to grip and glide, how to set a nice pace and rhythm -- he shows her without speaking, sparing her the embarrassment of asking any questions.
Lancer asked for a reward, and it seems like he's getting one. ]
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Rin hesitates, and that's all the encouragement archer needs to bring his hand down to join hers, like they are some kind of symbiotic creatures, moving with the same thought in mind. Lancer grunts at the change in angle, in the way his larger, calloused hand wrap around hers, and lancer's breath rattles against archer's neck as he rocks into their touch, carefully pushing against it.
in this state, even the feel of the other servant's touch is enough to- enough for him to enjoy this, and in some way, it's a nice change, a contrast between smooth and rough, between pale and dark, and that sure, calm guidance is driving his urges in all the right direction.
The grip on the small of his back relaxes with a soft shuddering breath he takes (yeah, that was good), lancer is just going to slide his hand down a bit, fingers catching the curve of his waist and the fold of his clothes, moving his hand down to archer's ass and carefully (he's got a handful of his cock, after all, didn't want to be rude) squeeze a cheek in his hand, testing the waters. ]
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He keeps up the pace, nice and smooth, faltering only for a moment when he feels Lancer's hand groping at his ass. Air whistles sharply through his teeth, and tension roils briefly from his shoulders down his spine.
He doesn't protest, though, which is the remarkable thing. Granted, there is the fact that he is distracted. He's helping Rin, of course, but he can also feel the motion of her hips, how she rubs herself against Lancer's thigh. Those soft little moans of her sound so loud to him, so tempting, and what remains of his composure is rapidly unraveling. Her fingers find his hair, tugging and pulling, and the inevitable happens -- a low, guttural groan drags its way out of his throat. His breath stutters, and though he normally wouldn't think to do this, he nuzzles and nibbles as little at Rin's throat.
Again, too, he starts to grind himself against her -- a small attempt to relieve some of the pressure he has building below the belt. ]