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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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flurry_of_beaus: (013)

[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-01-15 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Proudly. [ It's a soft echo and a scoff, because while Beau's grown a lot over time, she can still be, or play at being, insufferable. ]

Look, there's details that I don't tell anyone. Like, only the Mighty Nein know my feelings. And, you know, my teachers. If you want something bigger, you have to be more specific.

[ There's something revealing in asking questions, in admitting to what you're curious about, and Beau wants that from Essek. ]
withinreach: (Default)

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-15 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her reaction has Poe mentally backtracking a few steps, and yeah, maybe he should have clarified that a bit first, because as far as she knows, she's talking to some Rebellion Commander who considers her father a war criminal and her and Captain Andor as insubordinate at best, and traitors at worst, while that couldn't be farther from the truth. He's quick to shake his head, grimacing briefly. ]

No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I know all about what he did. Without him, and you, there wouldn't be a Resistance at all.

[ Both of his parents would have died before he was even a thought, and the planet he called home would have been turned to dust. Not to mention the fate that the rest of the galaxy would faced if the Empire had crushed the Rebellion then and there. It wasn't the only pivotal moment, there were countless more he's heard in stories from the war, but it was a big one.

It might be easier to just tell her, even though it's probably going to be hard for her to understand. It's not exactly easy for him either. ]


This mission you're talking about, where I'm from that happened a couple of years before I was even born.
afraidtofall: (Right there)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He settles in shoulder to shoulder and resists the powerful urge to put a hand to the small of his back. He's amazed Crowley has tolerated as much from him as he has thus far. Empathy isn't his strong suit, more recent developments back home notwithstanding.

It's nice not to be subjected to elevator music. Not that he'd mind an instrumental rendition of something from Johnny Mathis, or perhaps Frankie Vaughan.

Once they're in the apartment, his eyes alight on anomaly after anomaly and linger rather overly long on the mice and the blanket.

He could never be too distracted to feel traces of love. For the first time in memory, he's at an utter loss. He couldn't be more gobsmacked if he had found him tending a basket of kittens.]


Whiskey.
deviation: (o15)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ different gothams. okay. sure. there's always been talks about the multiverse ( thanks to the flash ), but she never had a reason to seriously consider it. but now she is, because so far everything about this place has been really messed up, but she doesn't have a reason to distrust him. her guard might still be up a bit, but there's no use in calling someone a liar when they're just having a conversation. she'll come to her own conclusions later.

she huffs a laugh, because naming who is currently on the team shouldn't be a difficult task, but it- kind of is.
]

Me, Robin, Nightwing, Hawk, Dove, Starfire- [ gar doesn't have a codename yet. neither does connor. or rachel. fuck. ] We have a member who can turn into a tiger at will, and another who has some seriously fucked up mystical powers that we're still trying to figure out. And our newest member is a half-human, half-Kryptonian with an adorable but dangerous pet dog. So. [ she let's all of that hang in the air for a moment, then moves on ] You said there are a lot of people from Gotham here?
demonicmiracle: (006)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley's felt less exposed while naked than he does right now, with Aziraphale looking over his flat. It's an unpleasant prickle at the back of his neck, one that he very much wants to dispel.]

Best thing you've said so far.

[There's a posh little bar cart near the sofa with a decanter of whiskey on top, and it doesn't take Crowley long to pour them each a generous glass.

When he brings it over to Aziraphale, he lingers in the angel's space, just close enough that he's within reach if that's... wanted. It's strange to navigate something the city is encouraging when he's not equally under the influence. He knows how uncomfortable it can be to resist, but he equally doesn't want to overstep. It's a strange line to walk.

He opens his mouth to say something and ends up just making a couple of meaningless sounds before he sighs and decides to just drink his whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol will help.]
afraidtofall: (grinning)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, no. Corny humor never goes over this angel's head. His grin is bright. "You joke, but I'll observe that at least in my world, both dread and heavenly powers are rather resistant to adopting new technology. Among my peers, I'm considered dreadfully modern for my computer." That's not even touching Crowley with his answerphone.

"I would greatly appreciate it. If you do find anything, a second set of eyes won't hurt." His own little joke given his true form. "I'm Mister Ziraphale." He accepts the address and clips it to the top of his clipboard for safekeeping. Normally, he'd spirit it away somewhere safe. Summoning objects and sending them away seem to be suppressed in this room.

"I truthfully don't know. I don't recall being created at all. I've always been." He knows that can't be completely true, because She came first. It's as close as he can get to describing how it feels. "I'm afraid it would be unethical for me to talk about my dealings with humans. Similar courtesy. I'm sure you understand." To another human not so bad. To whatever power lurks behind that gaze? Absolutely out of the question.
dunemantic: (pic#13717512)

[personal profile] dunemantic 2020-01-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting.

[ And he does mean it, actually. The idea of monotheism is completely foreign to him, but not the concept of a singular creator, an apex God. To hear someone not from his own home so flagrantly suggesting it is worth investigating. Consider yourself officially worth speaking to for a longer period of time, Aziraphale.

Essek was about to ask more questions about his Lord, when the issue of courtesy arose once again. His smile faltered and he sighed through his nose--he had hoped to fully avoid responding, but no such luck. He moves his hand out of the way begrudgingly, revealing the text Ask Me About Why I'm Floating.

Not above keeping his secret to himself for just a little while longer, he speaks in Undercommon--a test to see if it's one of Aziraphale's many languages. ]


I have a disability that makes walking and standing for long periods of time difficult. I avoid the problem entirely with magic.
afraidtofall: (Vexed)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He downs it without hesitation. It will take far more than that to have much of an effect. There's something a bit symbolic about having a drink to steady the nerves, not quite as old as mankind but up there.

The lodestone pull toward affection is only stronger in a place where such feelings linger. He'd never felt it at his flat in Mayfair, especially not over the terror of the plants. There's no such terror from the mice.]


Pets?

[He can't stand it, the insufferable longing. Reaching out, he strokes down his sleeve and at the outer edge of his hand. He doesn't believe he ought to give in fully. It's crossing some unspoken line and can only lead to complications in a situation that is already beyond Gordian.]
superweaponized: (s e r i o u s)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-16 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[His reaction back actually catches her off guard, because while she understands how important what they're doing is, it's still something hard to wrap her head around that he seems to know it. And then he tells her that it happened before he was even born. Her brows raise.]

We did it then? They got the plans? I-I still have them, not that it does me any good here.

[The guarded almost accusatory look she was previously giving him is all but gone, a look of relief and contentment washing over her face.]

Director Krennic had just appeared as I tried to re-calibrate the satellite. And then I was standing in front of two doors.
subjulio: (02)

[personal profile] subjulio 2020-01-16 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Another day, Darlington might be flirting with her. She certainly catches his eye. If he notices the way she glances at his throat or in any way feels self-conscious about his lack of clothing, he doesn't show it.

It's easy enough to slip into the flirtatious role, though, and he smiles, turning his attention from the city to her. "Darlington. I take it this isn't your first ride through the city?"
decoyqueen: (045)

[personal profile] decoyqueen 2020-01-16 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Scarif...

[ The name sounds familiar and it takes her a moment longer to place the name to the planet. Sabé reaches out, though she doesn't quite touch the girl. Just an offer of comfort should she wish to take it. ]

Do the planets Naboo, Tatooine or Coruscant ring any bells to you?

[ After all, she shouldn't just assume. But there's the slight hope in her that she can help the girl find the answers she's looking for. ]
dunemantic: (pic#13717512)

[personal profile] dunemantic 2020-01-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Essek is...conflicted. On one hand, the bizarre kinship that he feels for each member of the Nein makes him wary of pushing too hard for information that Beau doesn't want to give. On the other hand, that seems to be all that she does on a regular basis, to him. It's only fair to meet fire with fire. And if he's honest he's still not entirely sure how engaging with people who may, accounting for average life expectancy of various races and peoples, be his peers actually works. All of this is new social territory for him, and he doesn't like it for a second.

In the moment, with sensitive subjects now laid bare of all but minimal coverage in the conversations, he is no longer smiling. His expression is neutral, but for the slightest hint of a frown. ]


And there are details that I don't tell anyone either. Yet you ask for them incessantly. Don't take me for someone who is unfair, Beauregard.
demonicmiracle: (095)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley snaps his fingers, the first miracle he's really done since Azirapahle arrived, using it to refill the glass. He's taking his time with his own drink, it's more about the ritual of it right now, something to do with himself.]

They were a gift, meant to be a snack, but I didn't have it in myself to eat them.

[Crowley bites his tongue against a sigh when Aziraphale touches him. He hasn't made it six thousand years to be undone by a little physical affection, especially not when it's outside Aziraphale's control.

When he breathes out, his chest feels too tight.]
I don't — mind. You can do whatever you need.
aurebesh: (tfa_079)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ she hadn't. she hadn't thought to, in all honesty, and even if she had, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. not that the concepts of keys and locks were alien to her — there were storage lockers and private spaces even in plutt's outpost, places mere scavengers weren't permitted to go. places they couldn't go, unless they possessed the know-how to break in.

whether rey could break those locks wasn't of much importance here. she wasn't on the run from poe. if she was, she wouldn't have — well, she wouldn't have kissed him, for one thing. wouldn't have walked with him, or clutched his hand, or gotten in an elevator of her own voluntary agreement, either. she'd have simply run away.

she wasn't running now, though. not even when the door to poe's apartment is opened for her, exposing a room — rooms — far nicer than anything she's ever stepped foot in before in her entire life. it's... palatial, in contrast to rey's old at-at, certainly cleaner and brighter than anything on the resistance base. it's nice enough that rey hesitates at the threshold, as if afraid to dirty it with her boots and stars only knows what she'd track in. ]


This is all yours?

[ she's not even sure what someone would do with all this space. ]
afraidtofall: (Vexed)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not a bad strategy, and he would have been in luck if not for Duplicity's insistence on translating everything for everyone. It's subtle enough that at first Aziraphale doesn't notice something is decidedly off.]

It's an elegant solution.

[All he has to say of that. Despite his insistence, he doesn't write anything on the clipboard. Some of their questions are low blows or low hanging fruit. His brow furrows while he considers the sounds and the shapes the Drow's mouth made in comparison to what he heard. It doesn't line up. Something to look out for in future exchanges.]

You're more interested in hearing of the Lord?

[It's simple inquiry, nothing of a zealot's eagerness in his look or tone.]
afraidtofall: (really!)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It says something that he doesn't think to chide him for such blatant use of power. It's already sinking in that they may be beyond the reach of Hell or Heaven to complain. That's a terrifying enough thought that the whiskey is just as quick to disappear on the second fill.]

A snack? Who would--it wasn't that woman, was it? The one who insisted you were my serpent? Honestly, the people you know!

[That does sound chiding. He'd much rather be petulant about inconsequential things than think about how difficult it is not to wrap him in both arms, or to break out the wings and bring them into play, too. It's not temptation. It's compulsion, or something so close that it's physically painful to hold it in.

He shakes his head abruptly.]


How is that fair to you? Enduring my glomming onto you like, like...oh, what are those little things that stick on the rocks? Like one of those. I know you don't enjoy displays. I'm fine.
dunemantic: (pic#13481559)

[personal profile] dunemantic 2020-01-16 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ A quirk of Duplicity that Essek has yet to discover, and so he is impressed. Both by Aziraphale's seeming ability to understand Undercommon, and for not writing down what he's learned. So he continues in his native tongue, unaware that it's being translated. ]

I am. Monotheism is fiction where I come from, though my people are some of the few who do believe in the superior power of the One above all others.
demonicmiracle: (062)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[That definitely startles him; Crowley runs through a mental list of women he knows, that also know he's a snake (most of them), who might be able to make the connection between himself and an angel. Diana likely would, but he doesn't think Diana comes across as the sort of person who would give mice as snacks.

Who else could it be?]


It wasn't a woman that gave them to me. Who's been calling me your serpent?

[Like, it's true, but they shouldn't say it.

As for the glomming, Crowley turns to face Aziraphale, reaches out to gently touch his arm with his free hand.]


Didn't I say? There's a lot worse than this that you could want. [He'd allow that too, if it was necessary, but that's not the point.] Promise not to make it weird once the feeling's passed and I'll not complain about your displays.
saintguillotine: (Better patience than ambition)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2020-01-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Their response brings to mind Revelation 19:10, which Anderson smiles at, giddy, despite the context of the passage and their overall situation.]

It's merely a show of respect, but I'll forgo it, if that's what you prefer.

[He straightens, deciding to extend a hand instead. A little hesitantly, since he's not sure if it's an appropriate thing to do, but if he can't bow, then perhaps a mutual gesture would be appreciated.]

These aren't ideal circumstances, but it's a pleasure to meet an angel of the Lord, all the same. How are you... settling in?
girlwednesday: (Pouty)

[personal profile] girlwednesday 2020-01-16 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's so familiar, both his touch and this dance — she knows Oliver, has missed him, greeted him, loved him, said goodbye, over and over. Both at home and in the city, and her heart leaps in response before aching at the inevitable.

Swallowing hard, she shakes her head.

"She's not here." It's the first thing she responds to before reaching up and taking his hand, squeezing it lightly as she lowers it for the both of them. "And I'm okay. Are you—?" Okay?
deviation: (oo9)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ donna's not exactly zoned out at this point or anything, she is absolutely always on her guard, but- okay, yeah she was definitely not paying attention to anyone that might be paying attention to her. so her eyes are a little wide when she notices she's being approached, especially because she was so sure her resting "get out of my face" face was doing its job, but.

oh.
]

Oh. [ this is donna trying to go through the names of dozens of women diana has introduced her to over the last, oh, twenty years of her life, in about three seconds, but she can't place a name or face. not that it matters much - the amazons are a sisterhood, and if this woman is one, she knows she's just found someone she can trust here, unquestionably. so yeah, it's a little embarrassing that she can't remember ever meeting her, but the relief she's feeling is much stronger than that. ] I'd actually love to change, but they seem to be pretty dead-set on us playing the game before they let that happen.

[ there's a dirty look focused right at the pair they have in charge of going over people's clipboards before giving their clothes back, yep. but then she holds out her hand, trying really hard to wipe her shocked expression off of her face, but it's definitely still lingering there even as she smiles ]

Donna Troy.
deviation: (oo4)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
So far the worst part about this place is that I'm currently stuck living in a tiny dorm room with someone I've never met, so I guess I can't complain that much.

Serious answer - I'm okay. Still getting used to things, but I'm fine.
dauntless_son: (pic#13698597)

[personal profile] dauntless_son 2020-01-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"The morbidly curious part of me wants to know, but I'm not sure it would help me feel any better about being here."

Declan glances around the room and looks less than thrilled about the possibility of approaching more people to ask them about potentially very personal things.

"Don't suppose any good would come from trying to fudge this."
reborningreen: (w-Baby and Felicity)

[personal profile] reborningreen 2020-01-16 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oliver takes a breath and nods, both sad and glad that Mia is not with them. When she takes his hand, he smiles, for there is a surge of that electricity he has always felt facing her, and he find himself ever more drawn to her.

He had said goodbye, and he thought it was for good, but this is... a new world. So maybe there are new chances.

At her question, he opens his mouth, then closes it. Forf almost anyone else, he would say he was fine. For her, he squeezes her hand and takes longer. Staring into nothing, he tries to find words. "I am feeling completely out of sorts. This place, this... world, is not exactly endearing itself to me."

Then his eyes focus on her again. "Or it wasn't, until now."
afraidtofall: (What?)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that he knows what to look for, it's more obvious. It has the unfortunate effect of his staring at his mouth with a rather intense look while he speaks.

He blinks quite suddenly when he finishes.]


I'm sorry. We will get back to this in a moment, but I just noticed something odd. Perhaps now that I've mentioned it, you'll see it, too. What language do you think I'm speaking?