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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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(It's a little sad—she rushed to deny that so fast. But he also isn't going to embarrass her any further.)
He looks a bit sheepish as well because to be honest, he hadn't been using his real (well, full) name for months. The life of a fugitive on the run, you know. But then he also supposes that no one who's been looking for him would be able to come here, either, so. ]
Ah.. Walker. It's Allen Walker. [ But he will take the invitation to sit, doing so cross-legged across from her. Casually sitting and chatting in an alley with a stranger like it's no big deal? Yep, nbd. Life's been stranger. This honestly feels more normal than anything else has lately. ]
Miss...?
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It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Walker.
[even if you like, stalked her here, wow.
...
She will hold out an orange for him to take, if he wants it. Is it a courtesy or a bribe? She does not say, either way. But it seems the polite thing to do.
And besides, she does not want to be the only one eating--it makes it easier for him to watch her eat--even if she has no intentions of sharing everything. She's hungry, okay.]
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(Whose manners seem far more refined than his, truth be told. Discovering her with chipmunk cheeks or not.)
But, ah... with no small amount of awe, he takes the orange gingerly from her, considering the gesture as he blinks for a moment. ]
...
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Mn! [ She gets the most radiant sort of smile as he nods to that, bright and warm. Has he lit up? Over something as small as stolen fruit?
Yes, he has.
Well, not because of the fruit exactly. Though he will begin to peel it. ]
Likewise, Miss Amane.
[ Besides, he's probably going to go quietly pay the shopkeep later for the fruit out of sense of guilt—and knowing she literally can't. 💦
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Stop.
But his smile is arresting and she straightens a little, perhaps self-conscious. It is such a handsome thing and what has she done to earn or see it? Absolutely nothing at all, but she cannot say she minds, even if she is uncertain how to proceed.
Wait. Is this a conversation? Is she having one? She takes a bite of pear and chews it. Slowly. So she can ponder this quandary.
Don't ask about the weather, don't ask about the weather, don't--]
Lovely day we are having, is it not?
[Oh for the love of--]
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Is she talking about... the weather? ]
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...have you been here very long, miss Amane? [ Haha...
Look at how smoothly he's just going to. pretend that didn't happen and switch the topic to something more meaningful. He's way too polite to belabor an awkward point. ]
this is her inward face. she's sorry allen.
But she, thankfully, has a champion's poker face and so does not betray her desires to return to the earth and meet a swift and, powers willing, comfortable end.
But Allen does not dignify her attempt with its due response and she is not certain if that is better or worse, but she supposes she will cede the leadership of this conversation to him. He is much more qualified. A barrel of drunk amputated monkeys would be more qualified.]
No, I am newly-arrived, Mister Walker.
[There. She didn't fuck that up.]
And yourself?
I'm not sure which of them is more fail and I love it
Which is also why he's quite convinced everything here they were told in orientation and what horrible thing apparently he's supposed to be, oh god why is a load of bollocks. And why he's more than content to shove his head in the sand on the matter.
Well, for as long as he can.
But he tries very hard not to laugh softly at that and pops a wedge of orange in his mouth instead. Generally people teased him for speaking too formally around them.. or at least they used to. Although her stiffness reminds him a little of Link. Is it because she's uncomfortable? ]
Mm, the same. Although—
[ Even if he's still smiling, it's slipped a little from his eyes. ]
..I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. [ To not have any idea what's going on—or to have been stuck here a long time. A year, was it? He doesn't have a year.
But—there's no time to be dwelling on that!!! Or depressing anyone else. Especially because head in the sand or not, he can guess from how he found her she's in a worse off state than him. Which is why he's going to offer her a wedge of her own orange. Brightly, like he didn't slip up for a moment there. ]
Do you have any friends here?
[ For everyone except himself that'd make it better, right? Not because he doesn't have them but, well...
It's complicated. ]
allen is infinitely more capable and that is fucking hysterical
[Comes the helpfully jaded reply, though it's delivered with placid politeness. Which one was which, however, remained to be seen. She would prefer to be informed, but as with anything else, knowledge comes at a cost, and the one she is mostly likely to pay is time.
Unacceptable. There must be some recourse.
She wishes to argue about the orange, but instead, she accepts thewedge and places a whole clementine in his hand as trade.]
I do not have any friends anywhere.
[She doesn't sound sad or cynical or wistful or anything. It is a perfectly casual tone, the same one might use when discussing--
wait for it
The Weather]
1/2 monkeys are flying and hell has frozen over
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His expression smooths a little not because of her answer, but because the ways she admits that is just so...
Placid. ]
..anywhere?
[ He doesn't mean to pry, he wouldn't at all if it was something she seemed upset or saddened by—but that sort of tone... ]
Why not..?
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[An elegant shrug and still in that same casual tone. Because that is the tone one takes when they have made peace with something, isn't it?
But she keeps eating. Just fine.]
But I must apologise, Mister Walker, that can hardly be interesting conversation.
[There is something...missing, like she doesn't realise what could be wrong with disclosing this, that anyone would care or be made awkward. It is simply an immutable fact for her.
All the more reason to move on; she disdains speaking of herself in most contexts.]
Have you any friends, here?
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Allen's own very... grimdark parts of his life history he'll usually laugh nervously and sidestep around, or just outright tell in a rosier light than they actually were. Well, except for the bits with his master, but Cross was Something Else. Though when he wants to reassure someone, then he'll share those parts of himself that help him relate, to make them feel less alone. He'll speak plainly and openly, without despair about parts of his past then. But to say so bluntly without the slightest trace of emotion one way or the other... ]
I don't, but— Miss Amane... [ It's careful as he considers that, and his emphasis shifts as he says that as if to say no, this is the more important thing. She's hard to read. And being hard to read like that, being so porcelain—
It isn't unlike trying to read someone who is very, very good at cards. Even if there's something almost fragile about it. ]
..I don't think you're uninteresting. [ Sad, but not uninteresting.
Because it's more like she's the one who finds herself uninteresting. ]
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[And misguided.
But she will not say that. That might be rude? Hm. Uncertain. It might be for his own good to know, but she will come back to that. This world offers different paths and possibilities, ones that she will have to adapt to, and no one knows her name, here. Not that she's seen--Heaven forfend, considering the indignity of it all--so...
She considers Allen for a moment.
Maybe... ]
As much as this is situation is a bane, I intend to make the most of it. I must. At the very least, there are so many different people here from different worlds and circumstances. How they managed that on such a scale is interesting and disturbing. How are they sustaining such a high level of dimensional manipulation, or is this the same plane of existence? Curious, I would-- [she is just going to keep going unless interrupted, BLAH BLAH BLAH.]
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Is she.... a nerd?
Not that he has any concept of that word or how to use it. But she sure reminds him a lot how some of the science team could be when they started theorizing—and he's quick to wave his hands a little to get her attention and (politely as he can) interrupt her just like he would with them.
Haha, no offense miss, but.. he can only take so much of stuff that goes right over his head. ]
Ah, are... you a scholar then?
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[That gets her attention and, oh, she is just--really just out of sorts, cannot even hold a stimulating exchange for five minutes whyyyyy, and her voice does not get any louder but it is heavy with exasperation. At hersel.
Her face is red. She needs to find a dumpster so she can be among her people.]
I--[She clears her throat.]--yes, I suppose that is an apt descriptor, but many mages are scholars by trade. [she tilts her head.]
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You're a mage? [ His expression piques in obvious familiarity—and curiosity. ]
Like a sorcerer?
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Yes, but a sorcerer--or sorceress--must meet certain qualifications to be named as such, at least, where I am from.
[but even if she is stupid about her own emotions, she is rather observant with respect to others. usually.]
You are not surprised, I take it you are familiar?
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Ah.. [ Yes, that. Funny how he suddenly looks a bit squirrely. ]
Yes. My master.. he was a sorcerer.
[ Among a great many other things. Although admittedly that was the hat he wore that Allen understood the least. Which is saying something. ]
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Oh, was he?
[doesn't seem to notice the squirreliness.
Suffer.]
What sort? Are you one, too?
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...sort? [ This, Amane. This is how much he knows about magic. Well, and also probably because there wasn't a distinction in his world.
He's quite quick to knowledgeably protest it in regards to himself though!! Hurriedly waving his hands in the negative. ]
Aaah, no, I'm nothing like that. [ there's the fact he one time did cast a spell on an Ark gate but that wasn't really him and the words just sort of popped into his head like they belonged to someone else which was really gross and he tries not to think about it, so.. ]
I'm afraid I don't really know that much about it.. [ he finds it a little creepy by association tbh ]
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Oh, well. There is no helping it, unless she could see Allen's memories and ascertain for herself, but.
But.]
He was your master in what sense, then? If not your teacher?
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He was.. just not for that. [ He shifts for a moment, eyes sliding to the side a little uneasily perhaps. Or maybe just from discomfort.
Is it safe to talk about? To admit to being an exorcist? How likely is it he could be tracked here—or that anyone tracking him is also here? ]
My master—
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So he smiles instead, chin tipping up. Getting a brighter sort of sparkle in his eye, one that's almost just a bit enigmatically.. cocky. ]
He was someone who made sure I could take care of myself.
[ Dare one say that's pride. ]
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