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TDM #10

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« « « 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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[ caleb wrinkles his nose a bit. the scent on the other man is... likely stronger than the one on him (thank the fountain, though he feels the residual tingle of heat at the top of his spine, threatening to try and cave him in.) instead he unwinds his scarf from his throat, beginning to squeeze the excess water from it to distract himself. ]

It smells like a friend of mine.

[ strawberries, vanilla, sweet things like jester. it's almost comforting in a way while also making his heart hurt just a little bit. or maybe that's the patchouli. he rubs his nose a bit, as if to try and rid himself of the memory of it. ]

They sprayed me with something... garish. Like I fell into a pile of compost... [ probably caduceus' compost. wet, earthy, offensive, but only because caleb hates the too-sweet aspect intermingling with the musky scent. ] They aren't always around here, are they?

Oh--uh-- wai--

[ nope, she's being dragged right along. At least she knows he wouldn't take her somewhere suspect. Not like she had a true destination. ]

Oh! [Oh, god, is this man a witch? Jon's track record with those is very poor, indeed. But none of them had cats. He'll make the effort to be marginally more personable here. His voice goes just a tiny bit softer along with his expression.] Hello, Frumpkin, it's very nice to meet you.

[And back to his usual mild frown as he turns his attention to the human.]

There are libraries here, but most of their books are sensational drivel. Everything's about sex here. I've found a few interesting volumes on different forms of magic and such, but you'll need to do a lot of digging. My archives aren't currently connected to a library, but they are back home. I work for the Magnus Institute, premiere research institution for all matters paranormal and esoteric. I've set up a branch office here.

[Here where there are so many more legitimate supernatural encounters and experiences. Such as this man has. The Archivist's gaze becomes just a little sharper, hungry with want, before he glances off to the side, consciously making himself stop that.]

Edited 2020-02-06 14:30 (UTC)

[ is it? is it really funny, beauregard? caleb's smile is withering as he nears her, frumpkin weaving himself between both of their legs as he nears her, his grip white-knuckled in the support over his head. ]

I was hoping this was a dream. Bad mushroom soup, perhaps.

[ a joke for a joke. his hand reaches out, uncertain, but settling firmly on beauregard's shoulder, squeezing in the way he has when he's sought to deliver comfort and find it for himself as well. this is a terrible dream, he keeps telling himself. an awful dream and beauregard is only here because the mind fabricates what it knows. visions of familiarity, touchstones. but beau's shoulder feels steady and real under his palm, too real that his fingertips might quiver just slightly. ]

[ rey has always been passionate. every feeling she's ever known has been intense, surges of everything from fury to terror, relief and stubborn refusal; in this, too, she's always expected things to be overwhelming, tidal waves of want and desire that would take her too quickly to let her think.

that's what orientation had led her to believe, anyway. all those images flashing before her of men and women in the throes of passion, clothes ripped away or even left on, the reinforcement of roles and responsibilities, the suggestion of kink... nothing had been so soft as this, so delicate and gentle.

this is something rey doesn't know quite how to process. there's pleasure in it, but it isn't a roaring rapid or an exploding volcano — it's the steady swell of the sun overhead, warming her skin little by little, like sinking into a warm bath. his tongue drags across her, over and over, and with each pass, a new surge of heat and arousal pushes through her, a little more of that slickness pooling between her legs, now a sticky sensation that has her wriggling beneath his ministrations. ]

[ it's quite a bit to take in, but caleb digests it easily and with all the more intrigue. an institute that specifically researches the paranormal and the strange. caleb's hand raises, moving to stroke the bit of stubble he's procured since his arrival. perhaps he has finally hit a stroke of luck after all of... well. this. ]

I am, unfortunately used to having to dig for my books and research. But it sounds like this Magnus Institute is relevant to my interests. I have quite a bit of experience in many matters of the arcane.

[ specific interests like dunamancy, really, but caleb will take when he can get so far away from his resources besides his spellbook. knowledge is knowledge and that in and of itself is power. a foothold, a tether. ]

Do others study at this institute?

Back home, yes. [Well, they did, but he won't get into the Complications of things back home.] One of my assistants is the building's manager and I have a few people who help me with investigating any native happenings that might be... dangerous if they're left to sit. But I'm the only one actually working in the Archives.

I collect stories from people about their experiences with the supernatural, the arcane, and the like. Native happenings, people from other worlds. We're not open to the public, but if you had something particular you were wanting to research, I could see what I might have available for you. Perhaps in exchange for learning more about your experiences with the arcane.

He is less pet, more... Familiar. But he acts very much the same.

[ he glances at the man's shirt briefly, the uncomfortable question about as difficult to answer, he's sure, as his own. there's a quiet understanding that neither will get answers from the other, and caleb is fairly relieved about that and more than willing to play along. his own designated clipboard is incredibly barren of writing, and will likely stay that way for some time yet. ]

He has a few useful tricks up his sleeve, that is perhaps why I do not mind his mischief so much.

[ there is a beat where he considers his next words carefully before nodding ]

You are being very kind, considering our circumstances, Alfred. I was fully prepared for an interrogation.

[ he doesn't anticipate the touch, much less such a soft one and he glances down between them. frumpkin's comfort in martin's lap, however, is rather telling and caleb wonders for a moment if frumpkin's choice in meandering was purposeful in finding who might be some sort of comforting presence in this strange place. good work, my boy, he thinks softly and for a moment frumpkin's ear twitches, as if he's heard his gentle praise. ]

That is... a very good start. More information than I was offered at orientation that I actually care for.

[ the smile that crosses his features this time feels genuine on his mouth. he revels in it quietly before reaching out with a finger and stroking briefly down frumpkin's spine. he removes the device that he had placed in his pocket with his other hand, turning it on once more and opening the screen. ]

I would be grateful, Mr. Blackwood. To find my friends is incredibly important. [ they're a wild mess of a group. ] I take it you have found others from your home this way as well?

[ She huffs in turn. ]

So how do you think he was 'tricked'?

[ She almost falls quiet overhead, but she's still moving, shifting beneath him — not restless, he realizes, but responsive, hips rolling in answer to the firm strokes of his tongue, and he can tell she's still here with him in it, letting the waves of sensation move over her as he tries to steadily coax her higher and higher; she's definitely responding in other ways too, because he can taste her there, that indescribable sweetness unique to her alone. ]

Tell me if it's too much. [ He doesn't want her to not say anything, but he also thinks he's moving them in the right direction, and she did say she wanted more, but he's not going to overwhelm her all at once, not before he's given her a chance to get used to other things. He's still using his mouth, but he's going to pair it with the slow, gentle press of a finger inside her, just one at the start, uncertain if this is anything she's ever done to herself but also knowing that his hands are bigger than hers, that even one of his fingers is bound to feel like two right away.

It's all he can do not to groan again outright because the thought of sinking into her like this in an altogether different way is making him hard, almost painfully so, and now that he's thinking about it he can't stop thinking about it, but she'll distract him plenty as he sees to her pleasure first, those shallow and easing thrusts of his finger into that slick heat beneath where his lips wrap around that tender bud and suck in tandem. ]

[ her gaze follows him as he moves, tracking him as if he’s about to disappear. she knows he isn’t; he wants this as much as she does. there’s no question in her mind about that. as he lays back, there’s such a temptation to straddle his hips and guide him inside her, slowly sinking down to take in as much as she can. but there could be time for that later, if the effects don’t fade. ]

For the record, let it be known that I’m not accepting the blame if I accidentally kick you in the face. [ she’s joking, of course, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a little worried about it. moving up next to him, she turns to face away from him before leaning forward on her hands, rising up on all fours. one arm crosses his body, and then, glancing back, her leg crosses over him. ] Is this okay?

[Vash will soon stop pulling her once they get off the platform. He's been here long enough to know the trouble a submissive and dominant could get into with that action. It would only be okay if she was dragging him thanks to the mark on his throat.]

I suppose I should ask, huh? What's the last thing you remember from home?

[ Beau finds herself grinning, though faintly and wryly, at Sybil's laugh. It's a nice laugh and Beau knows it's not at her, which helps. ]

Yeah, that's been my experience, too. Lots of money, lots of opportunity.

[ She raises her brow, curious and a little bit challenging. ]

You hold yourself above all that? A little?

And the names of his guildmates just keeps coming. Sesyria gives Tim a bit of a flat stare at his overall assessment of the team and already he notes that Vrenille seems to be the main axis for this young man in particular, which in turn raises other more pressing questions for Sesyria.

"Yes. Well. Hakkyuu and Vrenille tend to come as something of a package and they are especially insufferable together. When they're separate one is decidedly more tolerable than the other."

He takes a moment, staring at Tim in silence and clearly taking quiet stock of him.

"It is very possible you have ended up with one of the more preferable members of our unit as a contact, assuming that you and Vrenille are indeed friends or at least acquaintances."

There are always other possibilities for knowing someone's name; Sesyria knows all too well that many people in their world know Hakkyuu's name and it is definitely not a foregone conclusion that it's because of an amiable encounter. Vrenille, however, tends to be another matter.

[ she stops when he stops, sputtering for a moment before freeing her hand. Embarrassing.

What he asks is almost worst. She's tempted to lie about it. If he knows, it might go poorly to bring it up. Then again, telling a straight up lie would make her feel guilty. She puts on an uneasy smile, the kind she wears when she's brushing off her feelings and puffs herself up a bit. ]

W-well, you know, the usual kind of mess when you're involved! Some trouble happened in Augusta and I got called back to the office for a while.

As someone who has never truly placed roots down with ease, Sesyria has never felt more at home than in Lion's Arch. It is not because of the comparatively urbanised feel of the port city though and far more about what he has managed to build there over time.

This city though, with it's Up and Down, is a terrain so alien to him that there's only one thing to really do with it: canvas the area.

So Sesyria has taken his time walking, tempering his swells of panic and funneling them into the well-measured, emotionally devoid practical thinking that he has become known by.

But exploring an entire new dimension is no small feat and he can likely be forgiven for not immediately recognising Vrenille or even becoming fully cognizant of him until basically the arms are wrapping around his neck.

Sesyria freezes on the spot, as much stunned by Vrenille's general presence as by Vrenille engaging him in a hug. That is definitely not what they do. Not what anyone in the group does when in their right (or sober) mind, with one specific exception.

He doesn't shove Vrenille away, however. The deep sense of relief in Sesyria's stomach only makes it to the surface in the form of a slight sag in his shoulders as he turns his head a fraction to regard his guildmate from a very poor angle.

"I would like to think that any crazed alternate dimension doppleganger based on me would be equally unimpressed by this unwarranted display of physical affection and would also promptly suggest that remove yourself from my person."

Vrenille probably won't get any better proof than that.

[at the revelation of his true face, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open for a moment before she composes herself. it's impolite to stare]

--my goodness! I honestly had no idea. It's delightful to meet you, Mr. J'onnz.

"I only wish that train of thought ended with them." Since it's been her personal experience that even some of the individuals trapped in the program with them have been a bit too liberal with the power their designation gives them. "Nonetheless, I appreciate the sentiment. Abuse an animal long enough and it will eventually give in to its more instinctual desires."

Some trouble? [He chuckles, but she can likely see past the illusion now. He doesn't actually find it funny at all.] Makes it sound so small when it's put like that. I probably caused you a mountain of paperwork that day.

Edited 2020-02-07 02:22 (UTC)

[ Oliver chuckles and nods. ] Noted. Now c'mere.

[ Hunger drives him, and need, making him shudder, almost impatiently. Once she is straddling him, he reaches up, making sure he can reach, letting his fingers run over her ass and between her cheeks, teasing that tiny hole there for a moment, then nods and grins. ]

I think this will be just fine.

[ He keeps one hand where it is, hot and calloused on her ass and between those cheeks, as the other one reaches for the lube, and the butt plug, drawing them closer. ]

[ She can tell. She's wondering if the black hair marring his usually blond head had something to do with that day, now that she's thinking about it all.

She rubs behind her ear, avoiding looking his way for a moment. ]

I wasn't worried about the paperwork, really ...

[ she gasps at the feeling of his hand on her ass again, fingers dragging down and sliding up, a tip drawing circles between her cheeks. and then it rests there, radiating warmth, the toughness of his fingers and palm a contrast against her smooth, soft skin. hard to believe he was once oliver queen, rich playboy who hadn’t worked for much of anything. that image just doesn’t jive with the man she knows.

she closes her eyes as she lifts her head, tossing her hair back and out of the way. his erection stands tall in front of her, thick and clearly in need. ] I want to know what you taste like.

[ her tongue out, she licks wet stripes up the length of his cock, once, twice. then her lips close around the head of it, sucking softly. tongue out, licking. lips closed, sucking. it’s the rhythm she sets for now. ]

[ Oliver shudders as she licks him and his cock twitches before her eyes and in her mouth, his groan long and loud.

With one hand he lubes up the plug, but his other hand strokes, and caresses, and gropes her ass, fingernails gently scraping over her skin as he tries to concentrate, before he gently teases that tiny hole with one lubed up finger, stroking over it, slowly, in no hurry. A second finger joins it, both fingers not trying to enter yet, jus stroking over the tiny hole, teasing it, spreading lube. ]

[ she knows what's coming next, what follows his lubed finger teasing at her ass. there's a feeling of that slickness spreading, readying her. but the second finger is unexpected, drawing a low moan from her mouth hot against his cock. her back arches, pushing her ass out.

one last drag of her tongue along his length before her mouth lowers over him, barely letting him be enveloped in the wet hotness. she works in quick, shallow movements of her head, her hair swaying as she does so. balancing on one elbow, she wraps her hand around the base of him. it moves as a mirror of her mouth, quick, short strokes, leaving a part of his cock still untouched. ]

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