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TDM #10

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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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[ con't here ]

( since you so cute about it and all.

well, he does try, doesn't he? goes above and beyond what's strictly necessary to paint himself in an appealing light, or maybe just an endearing one — you know, the sort of light that makes you realize that while you might find yourself irritated near-constantly by his antics, you're kind of soft on him.

or maybe that's just the rapport he has with bones. either way!

we thank you for breaking the fourth wall in smalltext, eggsy; of course he wouldn't know that he comes from a reboot of a beloved old-ass science fiction series, and we're pretty sure that if you were to try to explain it to him it might just break his brain but you have no idea< how pleased narration is that he's pointing all of these things out to himself.

he might not look or sound anything like shatner, but he does have the same issue with keeping his clothing intact. must be a kirk thing. we just don't know.

the wink brings out a genuine laugh, something that filters up from the back of his throat and warms the space between them. ) I'm definitely not the one being cute, here. ( because he can just keep right on up with that terrible flirting without even batting an eye, though he does attempt to catch and hold the other's gaze when that offer comes, and he swallows thickly, all sorts of thoughts now whirling in his head and he's not entirely sure which one he wants to latch onto first. )

Private welcome sounds nice. ( he might just step a tiny bit closer, closing some of that distance, eyes drifting down from eggsy's own to linger on the line of his mouth. ) If you're up to it, I mean. I wouldn't want to put you out or anything. ( you really are terrible, you know that? that's what t stands for.

terrible. )

[ This isn't the most comfortable spot, and it'll only get even more uncomfortable the longer they're here. Poe has the impression that Rey wouldn't necessarily care too much at this point, even if she ended up with a few bruises because of it, but the fact that she's taking a breath to consider it and agree to the idea gives him the breathing space he needs to realize that they should. Overly impatient, impulsive fucking on the kitchen counter is great and all, but she's new to this, he wants it to be good for her. And if she's going to be sore at all in the morning, he wants it to be a reminder of the pleasure that came before those sore muscles, not of the cold, unforgiving flat surface that they made use of for this. And, admittedly, he likes the idea of having her splayed out in his bed, just like this, flushed and eager and demanding.

It's not a difficult proposition. Though it might be a little awkward that his arousal will be rubbing up against her the whole way it's not all that difficult to carry her if she'll cooperate. He just has to shift his grip onto her lower back, tugging her forward until she's up off the counter, and then using the leverage of the back of her thighs to hold her tight against him. If she wants to walk on her own, he'll let her, but there's nothing necessarily wrong with him carrying her the whole way either, is there? It means he can kiss her in the meantime, and she's still free to use her hands as long as her legs are wrapped around him.

Clearly she's not used to letting words roll off her tongue while she's preoccupied like this, which has him feeling more than slightly curious. ]

Have you done this before? [ He's murmuring in her ear, not bothering to specify what part of 'this' he's talking about. It could mean a lot of things. For that matter she could decide not to answer him at all, but he naturally tends to say whatever comes to mind when he's thoroughly distracted.

He's not going to judge, it's not apprehension in his own, only that curiosity that comes from a place of wanting to understand her, to give him a better idea of what she's bringing into this. ]

[ she has no complaint on being carried. in fact, though the words don't so much wind up spoken as hurriedly rushed in thought, there is a distinct awareness of how much she likes it — the urgency of his hands against her back, her legs squeezed around him, it all just reinforces that deep swell of desire that has her clinging to him, mouth hot against his own.

until he tears it away, whispering just a single sentence against her ear, and rey groans from a flood of disappointment, an ache of want that echoes between them without hesitation. ] Once, [ comes the bare reply, though she doesn't elaborate, doesn't mention who or when or how. it doesn't seem to matter when it's so much more necessary, so much more tempting, to encourage his mouth back to her own, and to reach out with a hand when the frame of a room appears in her peripheral vision, tugging him along as eagerly as she can by sheer leverage alone.

as if poe didn't know she was stubborn, now it is on full display, as even cradled in his arms she grapples and grasps for some leverage or control, some opportunity to demand more in every moment. ]

[ Poe literally grew up in the shadow of the Rebellion. To say that he has the same kind of wide-eyed wonder at all those old stories and war heroes would be stretching it a bit, he's come back to planetside when it comes to expectations versus reality when it comes to understanding how the galaxy works, but there are some figures that hold up. There are still heroes, whether or not they thought they would be when they set out to do something when the rest of the universe seemed dead set against it. He can understand how it must have felt now, actually, thanks to the fact that he's hit that same kind of rock bottom when it comes to clinging to what little hope they have left.

He's still reluctant to share that specific information, though it's likely to come up sooner or later. In the meantime he'll let her have this, the bright smile knowing that everything her father sacrificed has been for something, that her own efforts weren't in vain. ]

The Empire fell. [ He clasps a hand over hers, warm and reassuring. ] It wasn't as easy as just taking out the Death Star, but like I said, if they hadn't been able to do that, then they never would have had a chance.

[ Eventually he might remember the shirts. Or at least his own, since he knows all about hers. ]

Perhaps he thought the dangers that were coming after you would need someone who was simply ... that extreme? Your impression of your father seems to be that he was an intelligent man, one who loved you very much. Perhaps he thought to put the largest dog before the gate, knowing it would bite.

[Hannibal shrugged elegantly. All of this was conjecture, after all. He had not met Jyn's father. He could not guess at his motivations.]

Perhaps he just wanted to ensure you would survive to adulthood.

[ cont'd here ]

“These are not the first captors who have held me,” she explained though she did not offer much more detail than that. It was not that she was just willing to go along with this. If fighting would get them anywhere, she would. But there was no point from what she had seen. Orientation had made that clear. So instead she held her steely resolve.

Stepping out of her dress, she only had her underskirts and bust that was tied tightly at the back. She brushed aside her long, red hair and moved so that her back faced him. “Will you untie it carefully? It is the only clothes I own here,” she told him gently. His own reaction to this place at least had her relaxing around him. He would not take what was not offered to him. Though she was very much offering herself when she approached him. If he did want to touch her now, she would not object.

[ He's not even going to draw attention to the way she's already needily working her hips against his from her perch on his lap — partly because it feels good, but also because he doesn't want her to feel embarrassed about it and stop as a result of him pointing it out. He already knows from his own experience that some things just come naturally, by instinct, like the body's own way of processing sensation and trying to do something to seek out more of it, and the more she moves on him like this the less he's going to want to deny her any part of getting to experience it.

But he also knows there's a way to go about this and it involves building her up slowly, steadily increasing the firmness of his kisses as he coaxes his lips over all this newly exposed skin, paying very close attention to the specific sounds she makes every time he approaches a new spot or does something different with his mouth, whether it's gentle kissing or the wet slow circles of his tongue drawing invisible shapes and patterns across her body. ]

C'mere.

[ She's never been much to lift, and he doesn't know how little she'd had to sustain herself on in Jakku, but he can't help noticing that she's all lean and slender muscle now in place of the smaller frame that she'd had when he'd first met her; regardless, he only has to slip one arm around her waist before he's picking her up, relying on her to grip him with her thighs as he brings her over that short distance to lay across the cot itself, with every intention of continuing right where he's just left off.

He might need more of her help with everything else, layers that he doesn't want to remove without her encouragement, but for the moment, as he kisses her, he's going to slip a warm hand beneath the waist of her trousers to gently cup her between her legs as he drops his mouth to her breasts again before one finger traces her slowly, testing. ]

"Oh, I don't teach presently."

Truly, at all or ever. However, Lyall is disinclined to admit that right out of the gate. It's something he's rarely asked at home - probably because at home, he is known as the London pack beta instead - but seems to have to dodge left and right here. Perhaps he should stop introducing himself as such but it's...habit, now.

He perhaps deliberately misconstrues the question a bit, too, reaching for a moment to gently rest his fingertips against the line placed down his throat. Implying, of course, that as a submissive he is unlikely to be allowed to teach.

However, there was another question, one he is happy to answer.

"My field of study, however, is biology. Genetics, more specifically."

If he is being very specific, the breeding of sheep. But he'll allow Aziraphale to ask for more details if he's so inclined. Lyall finds his research very interesting but he is aware it isn't a topic for everyone.

( she skates around the question and whilst it would be easy for her to answer it lilith avoids it, not knowing her well enough to talk more specifically about her own plans )

Perhaps we should finish what they've asked of us.

( or start in lilith's case. like heaven she'd allowed anyone to give her details nevermind take them )

To allow you to leave.

[ She can practically hears the gears ticking in his head as things slot into place. The problem is, judging by his answer, they fell into the wrong places.

Beau knows she made a terrible first impression, but is that really any reason to reject her like that? He made a bad first impression, too. Come on.

She purses her lips, then plays casual, lifting up an arm to wave goodbye. ]

See ya around, bud!

[ Because she will find you, Jon. She will. ]

[moved to here]

[Jester is not going to argue with Beau holding onto her tighter. In fact...well, she snuggles into a little bit.]

Wellll, I actually wasn't alone all of that time. Fjord was with me for a little bit, right at the beginning. We got here at the same time. But he left pretty quickly.

........Molly was here too. [Yep, that's why she's snuggling.] For a while. He was here before me, actually. And then he was gone.

[Now she's kind of sad that Beau didn't get to see him. And sad all over again about Molly leaving at all.]

( over here! if you wanna~ )

[ Beau takes a quick second to scan their surroundings. She has just been invited to punch a guy, and not just a guy but a Dominant. Surely that's gonna get her in trouble.

But hey, you gotta live some time.

Pop pop. Her hands fly out and hit the pressure points she needs to get him truthful. ]

What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?

( over here! )

"Ah, I see. Yes, the matter of the marks." He says it with distaste and decides to leave it at that. There is nothing he can currently do to change the situation. Calling further attention to it would risk embarrassing the man or being quite discourteous.

"Oh, genetics. Very technical. Surprising how far it has come in such a relatively short amount of time." He thinks. It's nothing he has ever paid attention to, save for the rare BBC documentary on late nights as background noise for something or other. He hopes he'd heard that correctly, that it was a field with rapid advancements.

"Were you affiliated with a laboratory?"

It doesn't take much to work out the connection between Darlington and Daniel Arlington, and there's not much of a story to it, so he lets that go. He's used to people using his name as an excuse to flirt or trying to make puns on it.

"Mundanes?" He's not asking for an explanation. It seems clear from context. He's just curious about using it as a classification. "Is nominative intimidation of mundanes part of the high warlock's job?"

Darlington has always been a little too willing to throw himself into magical research. The discipline his grandfather taught him is the only thing keeping him alive most days. It's too easy to get lost in the high of it.

"That doesn't sound boring at all. I've mostly seen magic used for power and glory. It's good to hear someone uses it to help others."

Someone I just...

[Then he laughs to himself, the sound of it just slightly unhinged.]

Woman, I never meet you. I know who you are because you cause Vash so much trouble, but we never see each other face-to-face.

"I will do all I can to help make this less... jarring." With gentle hands, he helps her undo her ties, gentle but firm fingers undo them, not breaking any or twisting them, and when they are done, he planted a light kiss on her neck, almost chaste in the touch, but with lips made hot.

She is beautiful, and he would do his best to help her and to make sure this was not a bad experience for her.

Once it is done, he shifts to help her slips out of them.

And then to undo his own shirt as well. "I have a lot of scars, I should warn you." He does not want to startle her.

It can be, but if there are people you know, or come to know, it can be less so. You can find those you trust, or come to trust, and it is less.... hard and unpleasant.

[ he flushes and nods. ]

I understand, and I have fought. And still ended up doing it.

I've seen one almost as tall as you, and twice as wide as that one. Pretty sure they were designed for Imskians.

[ And he grins and kisses her back, smiling. ]

[ At her words, he nods. Kissing her, and hugging her close, he nods again. ] Yes, please. Though, you know... I can move very fast, so fast I am vibrating...

[ He strokes her backside and activates his speed, and for a moment, his hand is, indeed, vibrating on her ass. ]

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