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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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demonicmiracle: (107)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-20 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[As odd as it is, after so many years of careful distance, Crowley is more than agreeable to the hand-holding. He gives Aziraphale's hand a gentle squeeze, and decides not to make a comment about potentially needing a bed.]

A few books will end up needing a blasted mansion, knowing you.
lednikovyy: CW (I did it all so maybe)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2020-01-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
if I could've changed, I would have. plenty of us would have.

buy me a drink first. or at least send a good picture.
afraidtofall: (Right there)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Et tu, Brute?

[It was bad enough wearing that insulting shirt earlier.

He continues to walk the place, drawn forward by the pull of the hallway to open various doors as they come, all the way to the master bedroom and its huge bed.]


A lie down would be nice. Such an exhausting day. You know, I honestly can't remember the last time I took a proper sleep?
demonicmiracle: (025)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

Some of the uncertainty filters back in, as Crowley glances between Azirapahle and the bed. It'd be nice, to assume that's something an offer, but he won't be that bold, not when this is very, very new.]


It's like riding a bike, hard to forget. [He shrugs, not pulling away, but loosening his grip.] Want me to head off, then? You can call me once you're up, we'll do dinner.
dunemantic: (pic#13728084)

[personal profile] dunemantic 2020-01-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hesitates for a moment, because he's never been asked that question in his life. Everyone always knew how to address him. Either as Essek because he was familiar, or young, or as Shadowhand, because his title demanded respect.

Given the situation though, he imagines his title is rather irrelevant, and that does sting a bit. ]


Essek, I think. Thelyss would do as well.
ibiza: (chin lifted)

[personal profile] ibiza 2020-01-20 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
“It’s a precious few that can do something without a little instruction or push from someone else.” She isn’t sure if she says it as explanation or comfort.

“Mostly ones with aphrodisiac properties. Yeah. Lame. I know.” Margo rolls her eyes. “They sell like you wouldn’t believe, though. I work at an apothecary, here.” She explains with a smile. The Triple M Apothecary was becoming one of the more fashionable places to shop for one’s intimate needs.
bernardelli: (Default)

Meryl Stryfe | Trigun | Dominant

[personal profile] bernardelli 2020-01-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
>> BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW

[ She's done her crying.

She made a point to get all her frustrated tears out of her system when she first got here. She's Meryl Stryfe! She has to keep it together. Giving in is giving up and she's never been a quitter, even when her health would have benefited.

She earned that slight skew to her jaw from Monev and she'll wear it like a badge, damn it.

So she's got her eyes fixed out the window beside her. It's strategic seating, trying to take in absolutely everything about this place on this little 'tour'. It's really too light of a term considering the situation here.

She's muttering to herself with her fists curled in her lap. ]


Just keep focused, Meryl... if there was a way in, there's a way out... but with this many people here already, how can I be-- no, no... just... keep looking forward...

>> ON A FLIP CHART

[ Meryl's gotten more gut to be uncooperative when the moment called for it since getting assigned to follow Vash. She's been in more than enough straight out insane situations with cartoon-level bad guys that she's unafraid to make a fuss or throw a fist in the right direction.

This is one of many moments of proof that her occasional brashness doesn't necessarily pay off. She's tiny, so the collar of the shirt is likely pulled up to her chin thanks to her partner's height.

She looks done yesterday. ]


Just what are they trying to prove here, anyway?

>> WILDCARD/OOC

[ Shoot me a message and we can fumble something together.

Any gender ok. She's rolling in from after Fifth Moon. ]
ibiza: (crown blasé)

[personal profile] ibiza 2020-01-20 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hmmm… [ Her eyes narrow skeptically as he explains himself. Of course he doesn’t think he’s textbook. He’s a narcissist! More interestingly, though, this man glows like a full moon. Margo can’t put her finger on exactly what it is about him that makes him magical, but he is magical. That’s enough to make her want to stick around. ]

Yeah. Harsh. [ She taps a finger against her chin. Margo is only half-listening at this point. Most of her attention is focused on the debate of whether this man is some kind of fairy or possibly another magical creature. One thing is for certain, she’s never seen anything quite like him before.

Finally, she holds up a hand to stop him from speaking and just asks the question. ]


What are you?
dramamama: <user name=easycompany> (you know I'm a star)

[personal profile] dramamama 2020-01-20 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I'm the exception to the rule.

I'll do both.


[ Ransom attaches a fancy moving picture. It was on his phone so that was handy - even if he doesn't know how it got there. ]

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You said it yourself: if we got to leave when their program was done, they would have mentioned that," he says, with a light tint of sarcasm in his voice. At least in Dorian's mind, this place doesn't have an exit. Or at least, they don't have an exit route that they're willing to publicize. He's not sure which option is worse.

"It does make you wonder how they managed to set all this up in the first place. This seems like a remarkably smooth-running operation if you ignore that tiny little detail of possibly being stuck.."
afraidtofall: (dead eye)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"If they think they're going to break me they may be in for a little shock." He realizes how that sounds for a book salesman and clears his throat. "Pip pip. Down with censorship."

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-20 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dorian's about to talk some more and launch into a conversation about how really, there are so many more interesting things he can talk about instead of his narcissism, why doesn't he tell this woman about the time he was in a band, when it becomes very obvious that Margo isn't paying him the attention he feels he deserves. Which, rude.

He pouts for a moment, briefly opening his mouth to mention that honestly, she can at least pretend to give a shit about this exercise, when her question stops that train of thought entirely.

There are many different reasons why someone might ask 'what are you' to him. None of them are good. And so, Dorian plays dumb. He scrunches up his face in confusion, frowning as he looks over to Margo and answers,
]

I'm...Dorian? Honestly, I don't know how you want me to answer that.

[ he is lying like a motherfucker ]

[personal profile] sinterofattention 2020-01-20 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
You say that, but I have a habit of rushing ahead in these sort of things. I'm just warning you in advance!

[ It's all said in a tone of voice that's slightly patronizing and pure 'I am being a shit for the sake of being a shit.' ]
disasterartist: (talk like yourself i hear somebody else)

[personal profile] disasterartist 2020-01-20 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Um....a while? [Really Jester should know but she's sort of....not kept track of time that much? Really, how long has it been.....?] Definitely less than a year, I think. Probably?

Maybe just about a year........?

[Actually, now that she thinks about it....it's been a while, hasn't it? Wow.]
lednikovyy: CW (Default)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2020-01-20 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's had some strange adventures. He's met other Steves, been friends with two other Buckys and he's just not dancing around this shit anymore. ]

you wouldn't happen to know this guy, would you?

[ And he attaches his own picture. ]
ibiza: (another facial shrug)

[personal profile] ibiza 2020-01-20 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ She gives him the look. The do you really expect me to believe you? look. Margo has little tolerance for lies, but she isn’t angry with him. For all she knows he could have a very good reason to lie to her. It could be a survival mechanism. He could be viewing her as a threat right now. Who really knows? Whatever the case, she doesn’t buy it. ]

You’ve got some kind of magical aura around you and I’m just curious.

[ Margo says it in a way that’s meant to suggest she means no harm. She doesn’t, really. This is all the pursuit of knowledge. Or dirt. She’s always been the first to know the really good gossip. If an attractive stranger is showing up with an interesting secret and she’s the first to know it? Well, she wouldn’t mind. ]

Really. Innocent curiosity. Your secret is safe with me.
afraidtofall: (grinning)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ahhh, then he knows exactly who she is, or at the least believes that he does. How interesting, when so many others he has spoken to are either from different worlds altogether or from a time period that seems more contemporary to him. He offers a gracious, graceful bow appropriate for what she should have been able to expect in her world at her supposed time. "Such a pleasure."

He straightens. "Just a few hours ago. They handed us these shirts after taking the paper gowns and ushered us in here. It surprises me that there are people here who seem to have lived in the city for a time. I take it this is true of you?"
afraidtofall: (talking)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[He waits patiently. It's not entirely clear if he has noticed the hesitation or if he is simply aware enough not to point it out. His expression is politely bland.]

Both have a nice ring. Thelyss rolls off the tongue more gracefully. Thelyss it is. I do hope we can be done with this soiree soon. I'd like to get started on our project.
dramamama: <user name=easycompany> (Default)

[personal profile] dramamama 2020-01-20 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
No, but the scruffy look suits him.
Why?


[ It was strange but Ransom assumes un: barnes will explain himself. ]

He a friend of yours?
afraidtofall: (bookstore)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-20 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course he wants to leave. Me too. Me too. As if that conveyed anything at all. The moment is well past now. It would be bloody awkward to say anything more substantial now. Of all of the times not to wax poetic or overly long. Why did it have to be then? Why couldn't he just say what he'd meant? Why didn't Crowley understand him? Did he think he opened up to him out of some misbegotten pity?

Likely.

His fingers dance a fretful little motion, the ones at his side. The ones in Crowley's grip loosen in sympathy. He wants to go after all. Then let him. Didn't he also just determine not to be so selfish? A first test, then.]


Right, a velocipede. I did enjoy them once, before the streets crowded so with automobiles.

[It's difficult allowing his hand to slip down and away. He tamps down on any unfortunate noises or expressions, just a certain tightness at the corners of his eyes betraying the intense discomfort of it.]

I'll give you a ring, then.
lednikovyy: CW (Touched by angels)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2020-01-20 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
no. that's me.

sorry you just look like a friend of mine. figured it was worth a shot. I'm Bucky.
subjulio: (08)

[personal profile] subjulio 2020-01-20 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs. He's had quite a lot of instruction since then. "I've always had a fascination with magic." He'd tried to grow out of it, but after his grandfather died, it became more and more of an obsession. "And a penchant for research."

Laughing, he shakes his head. "After that orientation, I can well believe they're your best seller." An apothecary that sells magical potions. There are people in the societies who would sacrifice their grandmothers to open a portal to somewhere magic is so easily accessible. "What do you prefer to make?"
withinreach: (031)

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-20 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It still feels like something out of a wild dream, seeing Rey look at him like this, more than just grateful to see him, to have a friend and an ally here to support her where otherwise they would all be very much alone. She's confident about it, the problem is in where the dividing line is between her own brazen attitude and the effect that the lingering scents must be having on her, and it's definitely not one that Poe's at all sure of. It's hard to think about that when she tips her head back and leans in, but unlike the last time he's prepared for it, and he's meeting her halfway, while those words she seems to utter so casually seem to twist around in the general vicinity of his stomach. It's hard to think about anything except how warm and unexpectedly soft her lips are, again, now that he's capturing them with his own.

He's got her back up against the counter now, a solid surface that braces her where she is while he slides closer, one hand slipping to her jaw, his other settling on the edge next to her as he leans in, so close now that their bodies are flush against each other. It's a solid warmth that he's moved into, but the stutter of breath that almost breaks the kiss would suggest that he wasn't expecting it. The more she wordlessly urges him toward, the more he feels any semblance of self-control slipping away from him, knowing fully well that it shouldn't.

So no, he's not pushing her away. He's holding on, even when giving her space would be much more reasonable. ]


You sure about that?

[ This time when he breaks from the kiss for a proper breath, long enough to ask that question, he's not using it as an opportunity to pull away. Whether this is a good idea or not, they've established that kissing is something they're both unashamedly eager for, and given that this is the second time he really doesn't have the inclination to stop doing that now. He's bolder with it this time, not just holding his own but catching her lips with his own and teasing his teeth and tongue against them.

Those scents are still strong enough to keep him from losing himself in this. Which is a good thing, since Rey's really not helping right now. ]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (The 60 Billion Double Dollar Man)

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2020-01-20 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[At least it should be easier for her to focus without a peace loving menence dresses in red running around.

Except there is a problem with that logic. One that might become clearer to her as the train comes to a stop and a familiar broom style hairdo is among the small crowd waiting for the train.

It's clearly Vash standing there. Laughing and having some sort of conversation with another man on the platform. Except there are a few small things off about the legendary gunman. Like how his has a large patch of black at the back of his head. His coat is still red and close to looking the same, but now it has strange tubes on it.

A bright orange scarf half hides his face as he shivers from the cold. Waving a goodbye to the person he was speaking with he climbs on board the train which was starting to get crowded.

The outlaw quickly scans for an empty seat, but ends up giving up before he spots her. Or maybe she's too short for him to see. Instead he moves to kneel in the space reserved for submissives. Perhaps not surprisingly he smiles at the other submissives already kneeling and they seem to recognise him. Giving the man friendly smiles in return and making room for him.]
curious_spirit: (contemplative)

[personal profile] curious_spirit 2020-01-20 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gave her a nod then a shake of his head, facially suggesting that there was no harm done. Shadow didn't take any offense to her sentiment. ]

I think more people around are like you; they don't want to forget about where they came from.

[ His smile faltered but kept an overall friendly disposition. ]

This place even gifted us a memory to visit. Bottled up in a small glass vial.