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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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soulette: (Youdontevensmile)

[personal profile] soulette 2020-01-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mariette nods encouragingly when that moment of hesitation came. It’s not that she really insists on having someone sitting beside her — shes’s still not feeling the greatest, but she simply can’t just let the divisive rules manifest themselves right in front of her. Her smile warms up when she’s given a smile back. It’s nice. ]

Yeah. I know. [ Easy, breezy. ] Like what are they gonna do? Publicly shame me or something? [ There’s a been there, done that sort of attitude to her that might come on a little strong at first, but she can’t imagine it would be worse than where she’s from. So, with a shrug, she turns to face her neighbour a little more, leaning a shoulder against the window next to her, smile turning playful. ]

And you could get into trouble for sitting, you know?
yellowdoor: (09)

[personal profile] yellowdoor 2020-01-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
What would be the fun in telling you?

[Much more interesting to watch him absolutely sweat. Michael laughs, because of course he does.]

Don't you like surprises, Archivist?
afraidtofall: (What?)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It's really not something I enjoy speaking about, I'm afraid." He can imagine Gabriel or one of those prats going on and on, enough to fill a novel. For his part, all of that was a painful and confusing time. He's not sure it had to happen, if it was part of the Ineffable Plan or the Divine Plan, if they're different.

He makes an uncomfortable little sound. "Thank you. This has been lovely." And he's turning on a soft bare foot to pad away.
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[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-16 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale will likely feel Jon's eyes following him for quite a while after he departs. The Archivist doesn't mean to keep staring at the angel and vaguely stalking him around the room, but... these things happen.
demonicmiracle: (057)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley doesn't flinch, he's too old and has seen too much for a bit of shattering glass to startle him, all he does is disappear the glass into the ether has it breaks, destroying it before it can hurt either of them.

He wishes he'd known a way to be kinder with that information, but Crowley's still figuring out how to soften the rough edges of himself, and sometimes honesty is the best he can offer. Honesty, and his grip tightening around Aziraphale, as if a hug helps any of this.]


They never deserved you. Gabriel and the lot of them are bastards who are so far up their own arses they don't remember what they were made for. [Love and goodness and all those things that angels were full of in the beginning.] It's just us now, me and you, and I swear I'm not going anywhere.

[He doesn't want to talk about this, but maybe it's important. Crowley exhales slowly, turning his head just enough to press his lips to Aziraphale's hair in something of a kiss. It happens automatically, as he weighs up his words, a small gesture that he's come to associate with comforting someone.]

I wouldn't have gone, you know, to Alpha Centaur, not without you.
callioopsie: (pic#13715943)

[personal profile] callioopsie 2020-01-16 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
I don't...

[Her voice breaks.]

I don't want to talk about it. It hurts, Jon.
paragonofcourage: (015)

[personal profile] paragonofcourage 2020-01-16 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
There's already a feeling of ease as the other woman shifts her hand in Kate's- as she's assured that it's fine she grabbed her hand. This woman seems to be everything opposite to Kate- that air of elegance, her painted lips...

Shit, she's staring at her lips a little too long now and her other hand is pressed on top of the woman's. "My jacket-" which is a horrible explanation for why her hands are warm and yet that's what she ends up saying.

"You're cold- we should take care of that."

Smooth recovery.
soulette: (Well Head Tilt)

[personal profile] soulette 2020-01-16 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ When he turns around, she notes that he’s got a good face, so at least that part contributes to the situation being less insufferable. However, his face is so close that it makes it hard to take him in as a whole. ]

Mariette. That’s a better start. Introductions before being forced to make out. [ The question though. Hm. How to answer that. ]

I’m new here, if that’s what you’re asking. Got here yesterday. [ She shifts a little, trying in vain to get more comfortable. ] But this… whole sex thing, making out thing's not so new, I guess. [ She’s tight-lipped about it, trying to brush that part off by shifting the question back to him. ]

What about you? You don’t seem all too bothered by this.
compellingstatement: art by <user name=everchased site=tumblr.com> (scared | not normal)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-16 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jon is sweating... and very aware that he's trapped in an enclosed space with the Distortion. Specifically the version of it that wants him dead. "No, actually. It's a Beholding thing." He's just going to take his chair and... wheel that so it's in front of him as a barrier as he tries to scoot around his desk, aiming for the real door.
inquiryguqin: bangparty @ dw (159)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-01-16 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The idea of intimacy never really crosses his mind, not even in the 16 years he mourns for him. He raised rabbits and teaches the juniors back home at Cloud Recesses, his death leaving him more questions than answers. It's a fairly simple life...until he came back. For all of that, he was celibate by choice.

Lan Zhan only gleans a few details from here and there. The quota is a concerning problem for him, among the many other things that Lan Zhan kept in check. However, to raise the issue to his lips, he kept it sealed. He didn't think Wei Ying would have any ideas in that sort of thing.

A topic to discuss later.

With Wei Ying leading the way, he holds his hand, following him dutifully.]


You have an apartment in the Up?

[Lan Zhan can't envy him. Those marked dominants certainly got the better things in life in this society. With a solemn nod, as there's a change in course of plans, he won't be going to the Down. With Wei Ying taking the lead to the elevator.]

Mm. I'll go with you.
afraidtofall: (Vexed)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He's having dark thoughts. Dark, treasonous thoughts, wondering if this is the Ineffable Plan, or if they've finally gotten Her attention enough to step in and punish them more directly. If they outwitted their respective sides to buy themselves some breathing room, maybe She didn't like it.

It tracks with some of what that woman said about a different Eden, maybe. He's absorbed enough that for a little while he forgets to breathe.

Just us now.

It has always been just them for a long time. He probably would have seen it earlier had he not been so afraid. What is he now? Maybe that's why he can't leave, why neither of them can, they aren't an angel or a demon anymore.

Maybe that's all hogwash and this is unrelated to anything from Earth. He draws his delayed breath and lets it out.]


I know.

[He settles his fingers at his nape and gently rubs. It might be kinder to disambiguate exactly what part of all of that he's claiming to know. He doesn't want to try while he's this angry and confused. Resigned. He'd only muddle it worse like this.]
craftylikea: (the most urbane werewolf)

[personal profile] craftylikea 2020-01-16 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't worry too much about the wording." Lyall reassures him. "You will find in time that our hosts-" He accents the word with just the faintest hint of sarcasm, though his expression remains largely pleasant. "take a certain amount of joy in taking truths about ourselves and restating them in the least polite of manners."

He looks down at his clipboard - which does require him to lower it a bit, at which time Aziraphale will be able to read the suggestion of Ask me about my lack of self-worth, as Lyall does not endevour to continue concealing it - and then back up.

"Ah, yes, I am supposed to get your name as well. Which is, of course, the polite thing to do in any case."
reborningreen: (kiss)

[personal profile] reborningreen 2020-01-16 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oliver grinsd at her, breathless as well, filled with a lust like nothing he has ever felt before. He burns with it, and is filled with energy, and with a desire to do... something new.

"I... I want you, but I also want...to do something fun, something different. When we were out there, on the street, I kept thinking of you, bent over before me, and fucking you like that But maybe we can find some surprises in here to make it a little more... fun."

He nods, and moves to her, kissing her, then looking around.
darkpath: (looking to the left;unsure)

[personal profile] darkpath 2020-01-16 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's not really fair to the people living down here, but I'll let anybody who wants to stay.

[ He's already decided on his open door policy. Wei Wuxian will likely be unpopular in the city from day one. He remembers being on the streets without the resources to live, and he isn't going to ignore others that are in that condition. ]

It looks really weird. The bed is different, and it has a lot of weird stuff in it.

[ 'Weird' is the best way to describe it considering he recognizes so few things. ]

There are a lot of things here that we can't do back home. I'm still learning a lot of it.

[ But he seems absolutely excited to learn. ]
alazul: (488)

[personal profile] alazul 2020-01-16 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He is already moving, already looking for a solution, because it's easier to deal with that than with the storm of emotion in his mind. The last time he had seen Donna, he had a craddled her dying body onto his lap, holding onto her in vain hope that she'd open her eyes and scold him about something, anything. It's easier to do than to think about the huge empty hole her death left in his heart, right beside the unclosed wound of his parents' death.

Dick waits until Donna sits by his side on the bed, feeling the warmth of her arm as she wraps it around his waist. He knows it's not for comfort, but for practicality, and he nods once to her before he stands as she does, so they can explore the room together for clues.
He's heard her question, and chooses to shrug a simple answer:]


I talked to people and asked around about this place.

[It's not the complete truth, but it's better than admitting that he's been here for about a month, because that means having left the other Titans without his help. Dick doesn't want to admit to that, nor to the fact that he's not been a model citizen either. He's gone back to vigilante, has flirted with another superhero, possibly exposing himself to her enemies. But the worse part is that he's pretty sure he's not going to make quota this month. If Donna learns about that, she's going to hit him so hard, he'll forget his name.

The room they are trapped in is pretty bare, except for the bed they were just on, and a clipboard hanging by the door. Dick tries the knob, not expecting much happening there before he picks up the clipboard, reading out loud what seems to be instructions:]


To leave this room, complete these three tasks:
1) Say something nice about each other.
2) Complete an obstacle course together.
3) ...

[Dick pales considerably before speaking on:]

3) Make out far 15 minutes.

[Well. They're fucked.]
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (blinkblinkbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-16 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Tim will nod as he recognises name after name. It's not the line up he expects. Nightwing and Robin both being in the Titans together is unexpected but it means Jason is still alive in this world.

There's a reaction at hearing about the half-human half-Kryptonian. Connor and Krypto? Already a part of the Titans before Tim has a chance to be Robin.]


Supeboy? He, He's still on the Titans back home. Although Krypto usually stays home. Is your shapeshifter green? He would go by Beast Boy on my team. I can take a guess at your last member but mystical powers could be a few people.

[He'd guess Raven first, but that's because Raven is just always a Titan]

There are a few of us, Batman was once here but he has 'returned home' since then. Agent A is here [If they're sticking to codenames, to begin with] as well as a few of the criminals from Gotham. Riddler and Zsasz.

Edited 2020-01-16 05:28 (UTC)
yellowdoor: (04)

[personal profile] yellowdoor 2020-01-16 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on! It’ll be like old times! Where you knew nothing, but thought you knew everything.

[He watches Jon’s retreat without any apparent concern.]

Archivist, Archivist. You know there’s no real escaping from me, don’t you?
deviation: (oo5)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm glad you had some time to mingle.

[ it's easier than it should be, falling into step with him while they explore the room, and that may or may not be because bruce insisted they learned how to cooperate like this in case they were ever kidnapped. and yes, he was aware that donna could probably break any kind of chains or restraints said kidnappers could bind them with, but he said it was important anyway. it was easy to go along with it back then because it sort of felt like a game - she never imagined it would come in handy now.

meanwhile, she's decidedly not thinking about the last few moments she remembers from home, the feel of that heavy tower in her hands and the powerful shockwaves of energy that followed. a person- shouldn't wake up from that, shouldn't have to deal with the aftermath. but here she is, stuck in a giant t-shirt with the person she trusts more than anyone else, in a city that insists they need to have orgasms to peacefully live there.

"what the fuck" is the theme of the day.

she gives him a look when he tries the door because duh, of course it's that simple, but she waits for him to read off the notes on the clipboard without comment because yeah, she's absolutely interested in what they need to do to get out of this shirt as soon as possible.

of course, she's not expecting it to say that.
]

Seriously? [ she grabs the clipboard like she thinks maybe he misread it, and she just ends up giving it the same huff/eye roll combo she gives most inconvenient but otherwise harmless things that come into her life. goddamnit. goddamnit. ] Well, the first two are easy enough.

[ she turns to look at him as best as she can, which just makes her realize how damn close their faces are like this. goddamnit. ]

Your hair smells nice. New shampoo?

[ does boarderline sarcasm take away from it counting towards their tasks? damn ]
deviation: (o1o)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
They made you a Submissive too?

They sure enjoy some heavy irony here.
compellingstatement: art by <user name=jaegerfker420 site=tumblr.com> (srs | neutral)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-16 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
There is being slightly farther away from your hands.

[He has enough stabs, thank you. But while he's slowly maneuvering, he's going to tempt fate and attempt to compel the other avatar.]

Why are you here, Michael? What do you want?
yellowdoor: (07)

[personal profile] yellowdoor 2020-01-16 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Michael's manic smile twitches. Clearly, it has an effect on him, but he manages not to answer immediately.]

I wouldn't do that, if I were you. I have been in such a good mood.

[He threads his long fingers together in front of him.]

Do you think I'm incapable of simple pleasures? Of wanting company? Oh, I do love making friends.

[Or playing with his food, more like.]
sathan: (★ 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-01-16 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's hard to fill it out without knowing who I am. Or perhaps was."

Because whilst Lilith had told him one brief little thing it wasn't much nor really enough.

"I wasn't a demon in Eden, nor an angel. I was human."

And she knows where his mind may go considering she doesn't exist in his world.
saintguillotine: (He stands guard over the paths of equity)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2020-01-16 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[It's surprisingly uneventful, shaking hands with an angel. Not so much as a tingle. He's pleased, all the same, and he gives a firm squeeze back. Definitely on the opposite end of the spectrum to Aziraphale.]

In this place? That's the standard state of being. [He says it mildly. He's almost resigned to the misery of Duplicity, at this point.] A few weeks ago a toy elf took all my clothes and threw them over a tree. Twice. That's the sort of absurdity you can look forward to here.

[He clears his throat.]

And forgive me, but what's ticketyboo?
inaurare: (Turning)

[personal profile] inaurare 2020-01-16 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
I fear I've not enough knowledge of these things, but-- I don't know that one is simply able to... fix it.

[Linneus understands, though - that one might not wish to be out in public feeling... less than themselves]

You will be able to wait for it to pass. But it may be a long wait.
endlessflask: (098)

[personal profile] endlessflask 2020-01-16 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, honestly I was a little disappointed. You know I love a good orgy.

[ Oh. Maybe that was tasteless, given the whole threesome incident which feels like a hundred years ago. ]

Sorry. Here we are, we're on the fifteenth floor.

[ And Eliot is fine just trying to keep the small talk going as they take the elevator up to the apartment. It's clean thanks to him being stuck at home by himself. If it were just Quentin here, there'd be dirty cereal bowls on the coffee table and dirty clothes on the floor. Eliot goes immediately to the kitchen to find something for them to drink. ]

I never got to say thank you, by the way. At the bonfire. When you took my hand, it was - I needed it. So thanks.