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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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willing_sheath: (Tomoe does not approve of your bullshit)

[personal profile] willing_sheath 2020-01-21 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Tomoe has been playing along for the most part, still going through their ridiculous tours that she has been forced to sit through ten times, sitting through their pointless "classes" and "seminars" that somehow still seemed necessary even after this long--and really, what was the point of being forced through 'orientation' over and over and over again? She normally swallowed her pride and her sense of morality long enough to escape unscathed, but considering the shirt she'd been put in--'ask me about my love triangle'-- was grinding salt into fresh wounds she wasn't about to cooperate.]

[Fortunately for Meryl, the submissive she is stuck with is not much taller, standing a mere 5'2". Truth be told, Tomoe is rather shocked to finally find someone shorter than her after spending the last ten months with literally everyone she met, male or female, literally towering over her. Unfortunately for Meryl, Tomoe is not in the habit of wearing western underthings, which means there is absolutely nothing covering her beneath the shirt. At least they were both girls...]


Their power over us. They seem to enjoy flaunting the way they can take our autonomy away...
superweaponized: (e n d u r e)

no worries! hope you had fun

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[All 5'3 of her stands tall, eyes flicking up at him. Her height has never been a disadvantage to her, and maybe it was from whatever is in the air, but she isn't feeling argumentative as much as she already finds herself hating this place the more she learns. In contrast to her though, he seems so much more put together, well aside from the line down her neck.

She's an intelligence officer, and she has no reason to trust him, but she's alone here-- well other than some people in her future that regard her as a war hero. But her captain isn't here.]


The social structure mostly. Sex and violence are a commodity-- [Not even a flinch.] But all of it is more of ploy to bring us all to our knees, regardless if you have a line down your neck or not. There is a middle ground though, whispers I've heard.

[But she leaves it there, because well she's still figuring out sides and who exactly is on them. She can't just keep her head down here. That's not something she can ever do again. Still she already knows she can't just publicly call everything out either. They aren't in a safe place, though Jyn hasn't exactly found if there are any.]
afraidtofall: (Ha!)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-21 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
You know, now that you mention it, I don't either. I never looked into it when it came into vogue. Language is like that, isn't it? Always evolving?

[He's cheerful enough, not quite jocular, with the manner of a kind but somewhat distracted professor.]

I assure you, I've heard so much worse, Father.

[At the small correction.]

Humans are lovely that way. It's one of the things I love about them, the way they rise to one another's aid in a crisis. I'll keep the advice in mind.
aurebesh: (tfa_007)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-21 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
I'll tell you, [ a promise and encouragement both, mingled with the low sound of an exhaled breath as his mouth skims along her throat. it's a sensation unlike anything she can recall in memory, a caress and a tease in equal measure as her eyelids flutter shut, blocking out the strange new space she's found herself in to focus entirely on all the things that are good about the moment.

the scent of him, the comforting pressure of his touch, that uniquely reassuring presence that is finn that's always at the edge of her mind, that particular strand of force-energy that ties them together when they're close like this — all together, all good, as she clings to him, committing every millisecond of this moment to her memory so that she might be able to recall it in the future. ]


You don't have to stop.

[ she trusts him. he knows her well enough to know she might be new at this, but she's hardly fragile — and more importantly, hardly mute. if there was some rare occasion of something she didn't want him to do, he knows full well she'd tell him... or make him stop, if she had to.

but she doesn't think she will. she can't think of anything he could do that would be the kind of thing she wouldn't like. ]
lednikovyy: CW (Only go so far)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2020-01-21 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
thanks.

that would be him. he's so dreamy. who could resist that face?


[ Bucky knows he can't. ]

and with a face like that, I don't think you'll be hurting for hookups.
withinreach: (014)

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-21 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Every touch feels like it's crossing a new boundary, and they just can't seem to stop tumbling across them. It was like that with Finn too, but Poe's had much more time to think about all of those possibilities, even if he wasn't sure that any of them were realistic. With Rey it's all new, uncharted territory, and it's enough to somehow make him feel much younger and less inexperienced than he really is, though that might put them on slightly more equal footing. It hasn't exactly escaped his notice that he's older than her and Finn both by a good margin, not that it seems to bother them.

He exhales a low chuckle at her. He can't help it, it's far from the first time that he's heard along those lines, though it's usually less about him asking questions and more about the fact that he's just not quiet at all. Not even when he's supposed to be, or else risking an awkward discovery at the wrong moment, or potentially fueling unwanted rumors. Personally he's never cared much about what people think he gets up to in his own bunk.

The rumors tend to be more salacious than the reality, especially lately. Or they were until he got here. ]


Maybe you should do a better job of shutting me up then.

[ It's said with an irrepressible grin, it's just a normal response to being scolded, whether she's teasing or not. In this case he doesn't hear an actual complaint, but it would be hard to tell since she's so breathless, and he's not going to help with that since he's tilting his head to drop equally heated kisses to her throat as he rolls his hips just enough to cause some friction between them. It's too tempting not to. ]
aurebesh: (tfa_074)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-01-21 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe she should. she considers it, too — the opportunity is there, for a passing moment as he grins at her, to lean in and press her lips to his in something a little more bruising, a little more urgent, but it passes before she gets a chance as his mouth drops to press against her throat. this time, her head does roll back, entirely instinctive as she groans appreciatively, cool air rushing into her mouth with each inhale of breath. ]

If your mouth's busy, you can't say anything stupid with it.

[ now they're just play-fighting, teasing back and forth in familiar volleys, as easy to slip into as a warm bath. even amidst the unfamiliar — the way her body seems to know without her brain catching up that arching into that roll of his hips means more friction in the next pass, the way she hisses as his teeth catch against skin — there is something she knows, the give-and-take of their relationship to each other a steady constant she can rely on.

it gives her solid ground to balance on even as the world around her remains topsy-turvy, a confusing mess of social roles and expectations unlike anything she's ever known. she may have spent the afternoon broiling in frustrations, annoyed that after having escaped jakku without ever having to trade her body for survival she'd have to do it here, but she doesn't think about that now.

this isn't about quotas or contracts or the synergy between a submissive and a dominant. this is something else. she doesn't know what, but rey doesn't know that she cares, either. ]
saintguillotine: (Renew within me a resolute spirit)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2020-01-21 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I imagine you have, with our perpetually evolving language. But swearing in front of an angel doesn't seem the most priestly thing to do, and it's not a habit I should get into, anyway. My day job is caring for children.

[He struggling somewhat with how to conduct himself in the company of an angel, honestly. All the stories he's read hadn't adequately prepared him for this.]

Is that not common among angels as well? Or are you too busy addressing the needs of humans? I imagine it's a monumental task.
compellingstatement: art by <user name=jaegerfker420 site=tumblr.com> (srs | neutral)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-21 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jon sighs in irritation. It's always a exercise in frustration speaking to the Distortion.]

And you're both the Distortion. Right. Just... different faces for it. She seems to like me more than you, at least.
resistingly: (pic#13682668)

[personal profile] resistingly 2020-01-21 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. [ And that's all he needs, that out-loud reassurance, because he trusts her enough to be honest with him and he knows she trusts him enough not to take this in a direction she isn't comfortable with — but he also doesn't have any intention of this being anything but dedicated to her and what she needs, what she wants to experience, what he can hopefully give her.

It's not as though he isn't getting something out of it, the scent of her skin filling his nose, the softness of her throat beneath his mouth, the way her waist feels beneath his hands and after a beat he's walking them over to the cot itself, sitting down first and then gently drawing her down to sit in his lap. ]


You might, uh — [ He chuckles, trying not to sound nervous, but his fingers pluck around the edges of her clothes and he kisses her again almost to center himself, guiding his palm against her jaw, his thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. ] You might have to help me with some of this. [ Getting around it, or beneath it, or even taking it off if she's comfortable enough to; his arms retreat from her so he can take the lead on some of it, reach behind his own back to pinch the fabric of his shirt and secure a grip to tug it up over his head. He'll be the only one naked here, if it helps. ]
yellowdoor: (03)

[personal profile] yellowdoor 2020-01-21 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That's very rude. I like you plenty, Archivist. Why would I be here, otherwise?

[His definition of "like" is a little...off-center. Just like the rest of him. That's all!]
mislike: (h e s i t a t e)

[personal profile] mislike 2020-01-21 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
“No,” she decided. He would not be injured on her behalf, though she did note that he was willing to fight for her despite not knowing her. She gave a solemn nod before steeling herself. Sansa had been to orientation, saw for herself how people of this city lived, but experiencing it for herself was another matter.

Blue eyes flicked up to meet his before fingers moved to the buttons of her dress. It was a floor length, dark grey dress with a maroon design throughout it, dark flowers lined the arms and neck, meant to keep her warmer. “I do not want it to get worse. We will accommodate their request,” Sansa told him, not wanting them to force something worse.
nighttemplar: (2)

[personal profile] nighttemplar 2020-01-21 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He gives a small chuckle."I did the same thing upon my arrival here. If you are going to take it apart, I suggest you be cautious. They took a rather unfortunate displeasure in my efforts. Distraction of property, if I recall." Only he doesn't sound guilty over it at all. There is, in fact, a challenge to his voice, like he thrives on thumbing his nose at authority.

"Sadly true. However, if you are of that persuasion, I could recommend you visit a place called Haven. They've a fine cadre of doctors and scientists of all sorts there. Even I have gone to work on experiments here and there. Perhaps you'll find the group there less possessive."
nighttemplar: (7)

[personal profile] nighttemplar 2020-01-21 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"The paper gowns! Don't remind me! I felt like a wrapped salami!" He doesn't mind the avoidance of questioning his shirt. He's more than happy to bitch about the fashion with someone who actually seems to have some taste.

"Well, whoever they are, they should be ashamed of themselves. To imagine, creating something worse than tweed." He grumps and nods along with the suggestion that it's to shame them all.

"They tend to forget that some of us rather don't mind it." He's a case in point. "But I would rather have my cloths. I am sure they'll be all wrinkled when I get them back. Then I'll have to go buy new. You have no idea how hard it is to find a proper waistcoat in this place."
afraidtofall: (sweet)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-21 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! There are children here? Do you think they'd enjoy a magic show? Not real magic, of course, prestidigitaion! I studied it, you see. It's great fun.

[He brightens right up at the prospect. It couldn't go worse than Warlock's birthday party, surely.

And at the further questions he...maybe just a bit...inwardly deflates. Someone like this should never have to find out what angels are actually like, Gabriel's glib contempt, Michael's judgment. He offers a conspirator's look instead.]


You've hit it on the nose, I fear, state of the world. We rely on good people, now more than ever. I'm sure I don't have to tell you.
drinkingseriously: (Warrior)

[personal profile] drinkingseriously 2020-01-21 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He leaned back, giving her a long and thoughtful look.]

Well, at least you are honest that there is no true answer, but the will of evil men.
drinkingseriously: (Sarcasmface.)

[personal profile] drinkingseriously 2020-01-21 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not entirely certain if that is supposed to quell me or in fact ... fill with me with the desire to see what sort of harm there is.

[An elegant shrug.]

Although drinking sounds like a better option.
endlessflask: (127)

[personal profile] endlessflask 2020-01-21 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
No one here's tried to strangle me or execute me, and we have plumbing. I think right now I'm still happier here than in Fillory.

[ Which, actually, reminds him.

He looks at Alice with his brows furrowed a bit, like he's trying to decide if he wants to bring it up or not.
]

Just before I got here, after - You know. [ Quentin's memorial. ] When Margo and I decided to go back to Fillory to get Josh and Fen, we didn't go back to our Fillory. The last thing I remember is someone telling us that we were three hundred years after High King Fen and some … Dark king or something ruled. You don't know anything about that, do you?
withinreach: (Default)

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-01-21 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the idea.

[ Except he's keeping his mouth voluntarily preoccupied at the moment, working across the soft skin of her throat, further down as she willingly tips her head back for him, which would have ruined any attempt at refraining from getting too caught up in them. That solid black line, one that Finn shares, is an ever=present reminder, and it's one that he's defiantly ignoring, and maybe more than slightly tempted to leave his own marks across it with his teeth, even if it's a symbolic gesture, at best. It doesn't take much to give in to that temptation either, not when she's groaning and arching herself into him like this, eager for more.

This works. Somehow. If- or when, most likely, he has the chance to stop and think about this, it shouldn't surprise him too much. He felt a connection with her right from the very beginning, before he even saw her, swooping in at the last moment with the Falcon to protect their last ditch assault, and that first moment he did see her, standing there lifting tons of rock as casually brushing away pebbles in their way. He'd never seen anything like it before.

Meeting someone like her, so close on the heels of meeting Finn, where he had that same feeling, it couldn't just be a coincidence. Just like he doesn't believe it's a coincidence that they're together here, now, either.

She's already taken off her belt, which makes it that much easier to push the now loosely wrapped fabric away from her shoulders, exposing more bare skin for his lips to roam across as his fingers slide lower, seeking out the edge of the fabric that's still covering her chest. There are still a lot of layers of fabric between them, and he's not being particularly shy about wanting to get rid of those. ]
compellingstatement: Art by <user name=switalia site=plurk.com> (annoyed | ugh)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-21 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
The last time we were in the same place together you wanted to eat me.
il_mostro: (Perfectly Composed)

[personal profile] il_mostro 2020-01-21 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He made a face, a face of understanding and bitter recognition, before he looked at her and made sure that she was not going to fall apart. Whatever else she had, in her weakness she did have reserves of strength to draw upon.]

Children are always the pawns to the adults around them, sad to say. [He exhaled slowly.] Adults are not all knowing. They cannot see the path they follow, nor that of their children. They do not know what they could drop the proverbial ball so badly.
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (shrugbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-22 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Tim seems decidedly less concerned for someone who just required a rescue, he waves off her concern. "It's fine, I'm fine. You were there after all so nothing happened. You have no idea how reassuring it is to see that."

He points to her chest and the bat symbol emblazoned on it.

"I take it because you didn't recognise me that you have no idea who I am and that B either hasn't got a Robin or he hasn't gotten this one yet" Now he just indicates to himself.
yellowdoor: (09)

[personal profile] yellowdoor 2020-01-22 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm...

[Michael looks him over very pointedly.]

I think if I tried that now, you'd give me a bad case of indigestion.
disasterartist: (maybe i'll stumble on something special)

[personal profile] disasterartist 2020-01-22 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a half a second to adjust to the reality of Essek actually, like, relaxing around her. Mostly he's just seemed kind of amused by all of them but also kind of annoyed?

...But also, she kind of gets how seeing someone familiar might be a nice thing for anyone. And also why wouldn't he want to see her? (She gets over her surprise real quick.)

Still. That's...an interesting assumption and she keeps smiling though it gets...turned down a notch. Hm.]


Weeeeeelll....I would totally do that...if any of us actually knew how to leave? Which I'm pretty sure no one does.
dunemantic: (pic#13728096)

[personal profile] dunemantic 2020-01-22 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ That certainly is a disappointment, but that's one question answered. ]

There are three of us here then, unless I've yet to come across another of your party.