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TDM #10


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « LIFE WILL GO ON


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 weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day.



» » » BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW




It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. 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.



« « « ASK ME ABOUT X




Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged.

Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate.



« « « ON A FLIP CHART




Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though…

When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off.



« « « THE LONG WAY AROUND




Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later.

This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby.

The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly.

The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



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: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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cryfrustration: (51)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2020-03-07 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh...Sesyria's praising him. That's actually really humbling. And flattering. And it gives him a feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Which he's not going to think about too closely, okay?

Instead, he just shoves his hands in his pockets as they keep walking, wending their way through park paths, Vrenille's mind still working like an overactive bouncing ball that he's only gradually getting under control.

"Pretty damn consistent, yeah. That's the thing though, with the quotas 'n all, it sorta makes people's sexual hang ups a real big deal. Far as this place is concerned, you gotta be in the mood and you gotta perform, else they're gonna do something to make you. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

He looks at Sesyria sidelong as he says this, just for a moment, before refocusing his eyes steadily on the path ahead.

He wouldn't wish it on anyone, especially the person walking beside him. Only he's not sure whether Sesyria's realised yet all the implications this place and it's rules are going to have for him yet. Vrenille doesn't want to ask, but he knows he's got to: "Kyinnlen...didn't arrive with you, did he?"
arcanewave: (pic#12199760)

[personal profile] arcanewave 2020-03-07 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
The truth is, of course, that Sesyria often praises Vrenille, it can just never be done in a straightforward way. It has to be handled as indisputable fact (in this case) or in a way that it can be disputed as a compliment were he ever to be accused of such a heinous crime.

Vrenille's reaction suits both of them very well.

Of course, he feels how pointedly aimed Vrenille's observation about quotas is and the warning behind it, but that doesn't mean he's going to act like it's anything to do with him at all.

The more pressing matter is the next question, how it makes Sesyria's already serious expression tighten subtly, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses though he keeps his head and gaze facing forward and his back impeccably straight.

"He did not."
arcanewave: (pic#12199722)

[personal profile] arcanewave 2020-03-07 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
"My answer is relatively simple: we don't. It's in the same vein of classic jokes for sylvari that include 'if you eat a salad, is it cannibalism?' and what have you."

He leaves a moment of silence then, a rather intentional discomforting trap that doesn't entirely make it clear as to whether he's expecting Tim to go ahead and ask that question or offer his own sense of an answer.

Fortunately, Sesyria is well-practiced with moments like this and speaks again just before Tim would definitely be expected to fill the silence.

"And I assure you, I don't have enough information about you to truly reassess my opinions on you just yet."
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (moretiredbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-03-07 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sesyria does catch Tim just as he's about to speak again, honestly, he would only imagine it would be cannibalism if they were the same type of plant. I mean humans eat other mammals all the time and it's not cannibalism. They have more genetically in common with a banana and that's not cannibalism.

Tim shakes himself out of that train of thought before he finally answers, "Superboy was my friend. He was a clone of Superman," and Lex Luther but he's not saying that," and he-he died. I attempted to clone him in order to bring him back. It was a stupid endeavour and it never would have been him, had it worked- which it didn't."

He'd had a lot of people die. Tim just wanted his best friend back. He pulls up his pad of paper and scribbles down the answer Sesryia gave him. It was short and simple and actually wants him to ask more about it, how Sylvari do um- yes well he's not actually going to ask that.

"Do you need any more answers? We're supposed to get three."
cryfrustration: (23)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2020-03-07 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he figured as much--knew it from the moment he saw Sesyria on the street. If Kyinnlen was here they'd be together--it'd be too early for them not to stick close. He supposes that he needed to hear it said aloud just to be sure though. Or maybe it's that he needed to be sure that Sesyria had said it aloud, because when he does, they're both acknowledging something...and at the same time acknowledging that they won't be acknowledging it anytime soon.

The quota is going to be an issue for Sesyria. He's going to have to come face to face with it. They've now both as good as said so. Time to take the route of Hard Avoid for at least the rest of today.

Anyway, Vrenille doesn't know if he could bear to see Kyinnlen in this place. He's not sure if he thinks Sesyria could either, really.

He changes the subject without another word, "So LIEs has you set up in the public housing, yeah? I found that place weird as hell when I got here. This whole city--that first limo ride, all the cars, the train. Couldn't figure why anyone would wanna build so much shit outta glass. How've you been getting on with it all?"
arcanewave: (pic#12199722)

[personal profile] arcanewave 2020-03-07 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
The tension isn't swift to leave Sesyria even with the topic shift. There's a lot of open questions ahead of him, a lot of things he'd rather not face or deal with, and a lot that hasn't truly sunken in for him about the severity of the situation. The idea that he needs to fuck or be arrested just seems too absurd to take as an objective fact yet.

"I suspect it's a brand of architecture that asura would find both deplorable and highly desirable. I can only imagine what they'd come up with meshing all that glass with their aesthetics."

He surveys the area, doing his best impression of giving very few fucks.

"And it's not home, but it doesn't leak."
cryfrustration: (44)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2020-03-07 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It'd float." In the hands of asura, it would all float. And probably the less said about the possibility of asura being here the better. Moving on.

It's true though, what Sesyria says: the Up housing, at least, does not leak. "Yeah, well, can't say the same for where they put the Submissives in the Down. It'll shock you when you see it, if you haven't already. I mean it wouldn't 've been the worst place I'd ever lived, if they put me there, but...y'know," he's lived some pretty awful places, "it'd be close.

"It's the way this place manages to work: give the Submissives nothing so they need the Dominants, 'cause the Dominants are the ones with the money, the privilege. I won't say the power, 'cause we're just as stuck in this whole damn meat grinder as they are, but we don't gotta suffer half as much for no damn reason."
unpragmatic: (breathe)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-03-07 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"A weapon that can destroy worlds has design for a weakness?" Well, that seems convenient for someone who wants to ruin such a thing. He considers that for a moment, but then remembers what she'd mentioned, about her father being made to work on this weapon.

"Was this weakness designed to undermine it? To fight back against this oppressive government of yours? That seems like a risky choice, especially if its existence were discovered."

He's got a very good tactical mind and he's been fighting the Separatists for years. He can follow the thread well enough, though he's still having trouble even conceiving of a weapon like this. Kyber crystals can certainly cause destruction, but whole worlds! He still can't picture it.

"We should see if we can find anyone who was at this Fort Harmony place." He immediately accepts her we language. They're stronger together. Besides, she has more status, more freedom to move through this place and ask questions that Anakin himself cannot. He has to be more strategic than just thinking with his lightsaber. He hates that, because it's much easier just to fight. But he doesn't have his lightsaber on him (though it's with his things; he just hasn't found that out yet). Even if he did, he already experienced that they could interfere with his connection to the Force. Having an ally who's a Dominant seems to be an advantage.
resoluteandunyielding: { Anakin } (Forever and Ever Amen)

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-03-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
'Those are some of her favorite words in the whole of the universe. Apparently, multiple universes. They are a testament foundation that reaffirms itself in only his voice, and it's best when it's in person, and there's no hum or glitch or noise to the holo, when it's just Anakin's voice. Anakin's lips, pressing the words nearly into her skin, reminding her with the deepest of fierce light what sits forever now at the most profound secret, personal center of her being.

The touch of his hands, the faint nebulous warning tension of his arms, of him holding off even as it betrays the intensity of his feelings behind it, runs through her like lightning. Each kiss another small dot of an explosion. Again, one that needs no help ever, but also one that can't help but feel the sizzling pop of it behind it, too. "I shouldn't be glad for this."

She shouldn't. She isn't really.


She is just the smallest tiniest bit, and she'll rue and regret and fret on it later. The way this compromises some of her most essential morals. For the moment, it's just him. Anakin, the person who understands her compromises and the complicated incompatibility of her wants, because he wants them, too. Chose them, also. Each out and everything they'd already dedicated themselves to before they found each other.
aprettysight: (at the sound of your voice)

ask me about x

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Constance screamed and had to be held down when she saw what her shirt said--Ask Me About Being Acquitted of Murder! It reminds her of months spent in a jail cell, being paraded in front of the townsfolk who already hated the Blackwoods, and then her trial.

when she was acquitted, she went back home. and she didn't leave it for six years.

now this awful place has stolen her away from home and left her stranded with so many strange places and strange people and no one safe or familiar to turn to. so she's taken to hiding in a corner, hoping and praying that no one notices her or her shirt.

that's when a grouchy-looking man with an even worse shirt than her own approaches her. she braces herself for what seems sure to be an uncomfortable encounter]
iminthebook: (yyyyUhm)

[personal profile] iminthebook 2020-03-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harry grumbles to himself and strides froth, looking for someone to ask things, and trails to a halt seeing someone who looks like she might jump out of her own skin if he so much as says hello, so he stops, sighs, and speaks softly. ]

Excuse me, miss, may I ask you about the sign?
aprettysight: (but altho' he heard he not even stirred)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[she's a tall young woman, but she's trying to look smaller than she really is, shoulders hunched in on themselves, eyes cast to the floor.

at the man's words, she glances up at him with wide eyes]


I--well, you mean my shirt?
iminthebook: (Why me?)

[personal profile] iminthebook 2020-03-08 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harry looms over most, looking like a beanpole at 6'9" and muscled but slim. He stops well back, trying not to loom. ]

Yes, miss. I would not ask, but I do not think they will let us out of here if we do not complete the instructions.

[ He's got a black eye, already form the amount of ...encouragement he needed to come in here like this. ]

aprettysight: (but it was just one of those things)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[that's appreciated. she remembers the way the men of the town had loomed over her, how Charles pinned her down to the floor as he alternated between promises and threats]

...I suppose they won't. [she takes a deep breath and lets it out shakily] I was on trial for the murders as mother, father, and my aunt.
iminthebook: (Hmmmm?)

[personal profile] iminthebook 2020-03-08 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harry winces. ]

I am so sorry. That sounds like it was... well, like it had to suck.

[ he shakes his head, remembering some of his own experiences. ]

I would say I wish you better luck here, but this place has not impressed me so far.
aprettysight: (even trouble has its)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[she looks a bit confused] ...suck?

Nor I. It's entirely distasteful.
iminthebook: (Watching)

[personal profile] iminthebook 2020-03-08 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles then thinks and sighs. ] Ah, it must have been terrible to go through. Sorry, an expression for bad.

Agreed, I am having some... annoyance at it.
aprettysight: ('till she tho't that they had better go)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. It was terrible. And, thank you. I'd never heard the word used in that particular way before.

I don't know what to do about it.
iminthebook: (Seriously?)

[personal profile] iminthebook 2020-03-08 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
I do not know. For now, I am... trying to comply. until I can find a way to do otherwise.

[ Or until he loses his temper again. Probably today sometime. ]
shites: (laugh)

[personal profile] shites 2020-03-08 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Trevor gives her a blurry eyed glare, but a glare nonetheless. It's about the best he can manage in his current state. Jesus Christ of Nazareth, is this booze stronger than usual? "Funny thing to ask from a man who can't read or write. Guess they're getting back a blank fucking sheet." A shrug, to show how much Trevor cares about displeasing the powers at hand. All of his life he's been an eyesore to the powers-that-be, why would he try and get along now?

"Have you tried the ale? It's wonderful."

aprettysight: (do do do what I do do do)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-03-08 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't let myself comply. The rules of this place are ridiculous.

[she'd been with someone once, but she can't let herself go along with this place's requirements]
screwleader: (pic#13803597)

[personal profile] screwleader 2020-03-08 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Believe me, I don't want to, Kim, I —

[ what he wants, plain and simple, is her. always has been. and he doesn't need anything in his system right now to tell him that, to make him convinced of it. maybe the impulses have been lurking deeper beneath the surface and what they're breathing in right now is just giving them permission to make their way out.

he hasn't fully taken his hands off of her and he doesn't think he'll be able to stop touching her now that he's started. it's overwhelming, how much he wants her and he's pretty sure if she told him to he'd just give in right here and now, to hell with anyone who'd be watching.

his fingers dig into the curve of her ass again and he's shifting his mouth across her hairline, breathing in the scent of her, and right on cue, the train starts to slow in advance of the next stop. their chance to get off, he thinks, or to stay and just ride this out together. they're not the only ones affected by the spilled perfume; he can hear the distinct sounds of kissing happening all around them, random pairs nudging up against each other to try and release that building tension. maybe no one would even notice if they just... did it right here. ]
superweaponized: (b u s y)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-03-08 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"He risked everything, but the Empire already took everything from him. Everyone thought he was a traitor for what he did, but he knew. They would find another scientist, but if he stayed and did what they waned, he could design a fault, a weakness. And I have it," she told him proudly. Of course Poe had already told her that the plans were received, that the Death Star was destroyed, but it still felt good knowing that she had something of her father's.

"I agree," she said with a quick nod before they announced that her stop was next. She stood and offered him her jacket once more. "You can give it to me when I see you again-- when we can talk a little more openly," she gave him a look. He at least knew her a little better now. They have formulated some sort of plan now. The least he can do is take her jacket.
unpragmatic: (soft smile)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-03-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
This whole thing is still a lot for Anakin to digest. He has to do some thinking about it. He has no idea if and when he'll have time alone, but he's still a Jedi. Meditation isn't his strong suit, but he can manage to find ways to be alone when surrounded by others. Hopefully he'll get his damn clothes back, though. Or find some somewhere.

He hesitates for a second, because he is too proud for his own good, but he finally takes her jacket, more as a show of goodwill between them than because he needs it.

"Thanks," he says, which doesn't cost him anything now like it would have when she'd first offered, at least in his own mind. "I'll give it back to you good as new."
superweaponized: (a g a i n s t)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-03-09 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
In truth Jyn would have acted exactly like Anakin had which was why she had offered the jacket to him again. Of course he didn't need it, but she wanted to help, and it might help. She offered a smile to him when he did take it, and she shouldered his bag.

"It was nice to meet you, Anakin," Jyn said softly with a light nod. "I'll see you soon. You can give it to me then."

And then the train slowed down, opening the door and allowing her to pass. She turned slightly to look over at him with a light smile. She paused for just a moment, feeling that hope rise back in her. It was good that they had met. She felt like she had direction again. And then she was off in a dash.