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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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aurebesh: (SjDVZ6r)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-02-09 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ faster is — better. it's more, in every possible way, enough to fill her head with all the sensations of touch and sound and taste, all the air expelled from her lungs as she pants to catch a breath, a rasping sound that echoes between them as her head tips back against the bed, the long column of her throat telegraphing each desperate swallow.

she thinks that might be all she can take. this bruising rhythm, the tight ball of heat and need that's begun to twist low between her legs, the scent of arousal and sweat and something else flooding her mind — it's all so much, but then his praise echoes in between, and despite how slick and wet she feels, there's immediate awareness of more, a rolling surge of pleasure that's only echoed by his hand as it slips between them, thumb brushing against her in easy, practiced motions. ]


I — [ she's going to, there's no denying that. if he keeps fucking her, she will come apart, but there's an urgency to it now that hadn't been there before. there's a desire to please, to hear him say those words again, that surges in her, that makes her tremble and twitch as her nails dig deep against his shoulderblades as she tries to hang on. ] Please.

[ she doesn't quite know how to verbalize what she needs, but her body communicates well enough that she trusts him to figure it out. to recognize the involuntary as reaction, as a greenlight for more. that's all she ever wants: more of everything he has. ]
aurebesh: (PLGEXTy)

[personal profile] aurebesh 2020-02-09 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
No, [ she's eager, almost desperate to reassure him. it's not too much, not wrong in any way, but simply so alien to anything she's ever known that she's struggling to verbalize how she feels. what she feels, even. ] It's — you're so good, Finn, you feel so good.

[ the reassurance is echoed in a low exhale of approval as his hands move, as he presses slow and steady inside that wet heat, her body shifting bit by bit as she adjusts around him. it's new, in that she's never felt any need to touch herself quite like this, but not unwelcome.

nothing with finn has ever been unwelcome. this might be new, but it's a comfortable new, a surprisingly easy transition from fiercely clutched hands and all-encompassing loyalties. being with him has always felt a little like breathing, why shouldn't this? ]


Please don't stop.

[ she knows he won't, but she wants him to hear it from her. wants him to be aware of just how much she wants this. ]
lastsonofmars: (Stalwart 'n' True)

[personal profile] lastsonofmars 2020-02-09 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering all things, Constance, I think you can call me J'onn, yes?

[ Since they had been formally introduced, so to speak. He gently takes one of her hands and kisses it. ]

I am sorry we were introduced in such a manner. I fear this city has no couth.
reborningreen: (Thinky)

[personal profile] reborningreen 2020-02-09 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He keeps up the strokes and gentle massages on her belly for some time, even as she goes back to her mouth sliding down him. He moans loudly as she takes him in.

He lets those fingers sit inside her ass for a moment before slowly pulling them out, adding more lube and sliding them back in, moving them very slowly, planting kisses and gently nibbles along her thighs and belly as he does. Her mouth is now making it hard to do anything else, so he keeps it that simple as pleasure starts to build and build.

After long moments, he eases those fingers out and his voice is ragged but gentle as he speaks, the feeling of his cock in her throat and deeper making him moan out her name. ]


You feel so good, so hot, Caitlin... I'm almost there. going to come very soon...

One hand slides down her body, stroking over her breasts and up again to where he is as he gently presses the tip of the lubed plug against her asshole and slowly presses in.
withinreach: (Default)

[personal profile] withinreach 2020-02-09 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe's aware that he's giving her a lot right now. There's no restraint, no pretenses, definitely no lingering doubts, just that building tension between them, around him, through those strong shoulders that Rey clings desperately to, climbing more sharply as they lose themselves in the want and hunger of it all. It's so many things all crashing together at once that it would be difficult to pick out one particular reason, let alone one specific thing he's doing to her that's making her tremble and even beg. That's an unexpectedly sharp and sweet feeling that rolls through him, hearing her practically whine for it.

Under different circumstances it might have been a perfect time to tease her and draw this out that much longer. He could prompt her to tell him what she's begging for, despite knowing exactly what she wants. And considering how this has gone, that's something he'll bring up later, adding to a list of things that may or may not actually happen.

Later though. Right now all he wants is to give her everything she's wordlessly asking for and then some. And right now that means more. He's not afraid to give it to her either, he knows how strong she is, he doesn't need to worry about those thrusts slamming into her too hard now that she's ready for them, even if it threatens to push them right up against the headboard of the bed.

While his body moves with that almost frenzied urgency, driven by just how openly she offers herself to him, his voice, even when stuttered by shuddering, tense breaths against her skin, is still warm and coaxing. ]


That's it. [ She liked that affirmation, didn't she? He offers more of that too, his lips brushing right against her ear as he arches over her. He's getting so close himself, spurred on by every rocking thrust now, but he's not going to give in to that until she's coming apart right along with him. ] Just like that. I want to hear you.
reborningreen: (Communication)

[personal profile] reborningreen 2020-02-09 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I did. Not long, since I managed to make them let me out, but I went there, originally sent for life. T[ he grin he levels at her is pure danger, Oliver with all of the civilization stripped away, the killer who danced his way through the League of assassins once peeking out, for just a moment. It fades, however, and he is back to normal, and he nods, slowly. ]

I admit, considering this place and what it is, a little fun would be a welcome distraction.

[ For a distraction, that was not bad. And if he is stuck here, well... allies are not a bad thing. Even one who reminded him of some of his worst mistakes. ]
aprettysight: (but it soon is a hymn to your grace)

[personal profile] aprettysight 2020-02-09 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Yes, of course, if that's what you prefer.

[she's touched by the gentlemanly gesture. no one's been so kind to her ever since she was on trial for her parents' murder and she became too afraid to leave the family manor]

It's--well, it seems there was no way around it. But I'm afraid you're right, this city seems...very peculiar.
casted: (2)

[personal profile] casted 2020-02-09 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ physical contact is... normally not quite caleb's cup of tea. but the remaining dregs of the perfume still clinging to his skin and his wet xhorhasian coat have him somewhat relishing in it, leaning into it just a bit.

he unloops his scarf, a thing of soft blue, shimmering, geometic patterns, offering it out as he wrings the tail end of it somewhat somberly. ]


She is quite close, yes. Always smells like sweets... They are her favorite. I can dry it much more quickly if you hold it for me a moment, Mister...?
casted: (10)

[personal profile] casted 2020-02-09 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Caleb. Caleb Widogast.

[ 'frumpkin's person' sounds like a great name though. ]

And typically it's only the expensive paper that really works where I am from, at least for my needs. But if you do not mind a less expensive option then that is... a relief, to tell you the truth. My line of work is unfortunately expensive.

[ why is parchment so expensive........... ]
compellingstatement: art by <user name=jaegerfker420 site=tumblr.com> (confused | sideeye)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-02-09 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
You'll probably want to find a contract and a job quickly, then. I have forms for you to fill in for your Statement, so you don't really need to do anything apart from visit my office to pick them up.

You can do that once you're... feeling better?

[What with the dunking himself in a public fountain.]
bernardelli: (Default)

[personal profile] bernardelli 2020-02-09 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I might have to pass. It's cold enough as it is. [ she feels like she's being baited, but she still... Ambles forward curiously, considering the snow covering a nearly bald tree. ]
bernardelli: (Default)

[personal profile] bernardelli 2020-02-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone should be in moderation.
trigeminalheadache: (506-002)

[personal profile] trigeminalheadache 2020-02-09 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his noises are so carnal, the sounds bringing her need back to a full roaring fire. but her needs can wait; at least, that’s what she tells herself. she’s come once already, and she’s determined to make him come before she can again. everywhere his mouth and lips touch on her body lights up, wanting it again, wanting more.

she lets out a deep, pleased hum as her head lowers further, shifting to take him in deeply. she holds him there, her throat muscles spasming around the head of his cock. this feeling is one of her favorites, and one she wouldn’t have anticipated liking so much.
]

I’m ready. I want you just like— [ her words are cut off by a moan, drawn out as the plug pushes into her ass. he prepared her, made sure she was slick and relaxed, and still it feels big, tight. her rhythm, temporarily lost, begins again, but faster, his cock deep in her mouth and dipping into her throat. faster and faster until he seems ready to explode. ]
thephix: max (play at romance)

max briest | original | submissive

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-09 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
«« blindly we follow
[[appearance]]

[There's a mark down her throat.

It's an unpleasant situation for someone who's never had to carry a mark before in her life. Anything can be smoothed away, from bruises to freckles, nothing marring her skin that she doesn't want to be there. She can't remove this one, regardless of how hard she tries. Some kind of magic, perhaps, as loathe as she is to attribute anything to something so... esoteric.

And yet here she is, marked, on a train in another world. Dressed well despite her status, hiding the collar they've insisted she wear, seated by a window and watching the world go by. She's brimming with rage, but none of it shows on the surface. Max looks calm, curious but not troubled, her attention focused without being anxious.

When someone claims the seat beside her, the smile she gives them is warm and sincere. Or at least it appears so.]


Is this your first time taking this journey?

«« ask me about x
[[appearance]]

[The shirt had been removed the second she was out of sight from any LIES staff, torn up and left in a corner to rot. It leaves Max in her lingerie (matching bra and underwear, in black lace) but she's worn far less clothing in far worse situations. Any qualms she may have had about being exposed were beaten out of her a long time ago.

Still, that doesn't stop her approaching the nearest person, clipboard in hand.]
I'm sorry to intrude, but might I ask after your shirt? I realize this should be a quid pro quo, only mine was far too personal. Perhaps we could come to some other arrangement?

[The offer is open to interpretation, as much about fairness as it is about allowing her to get a read on the person she's talking to.]

«« the long way around
[[appearance]]

[She wears a different face, today, though the mark stays. Her style is a little different, too, more suitable for this identity. It gives her a freedom that she doesn't have as Max, though she isn't foolish enough to assume that the city itself isn't tracking her in same way beyond what face she wears. For now, the small amount of freedom is enough.

When she walks by a stall and the attendant goes to spritz her with perfume, she strikes quickly, grabbing his wrist and twisting arm behind his back until the pain forces him to drop the bottle.]


I know what these things do, if you attempt to force that on another person, I'll slit your throat.

[So.

There's that.]
sathan: (♛ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈𝓊𝓈)

► ASK ME ABOUT

[personal profile] sathan 2020-02-09 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( the fact that people still approach her despite how harshly she's glaring or shooing others away amazes her, makes her remember mortal stupidity but this time her back had been to the woman, expression only visible once she turns to her )

Personal is what they're supposed to be.

( considering that hers says ask me about eden and she's very pissed about it leaves no room for anything else )

According to our-- hosts.
thephix: max (and I least I understood then)

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-09 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as she sees the expression Lilith is wearing, Max's own softens, a hint of apology in it.]

I was hoping some may be innocuous enough to discuss. [Her own had been horrible for so many reasons, the worst being that it meant their 'hosts' know who she is.] Does your shirt refer to the novel by Hemmingway?

[This may be another world, but she can't imagine it could be referring to the literal Eden. That doesn't exist. It can't.]
sathan: (♛ 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-02-09 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That would depend on who owned the shirt.

( she'd encountered an angel who'd been more than happy to discuss his book obsession.

she sighs, recognising the woman's attempts, knowing that she isn't behind this. answering a woman, if cryptically, was much more preferable than a man )


It isn't. It refers to something far older.
casted: (11)

[personal profile] casted 2020-02-09 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
There is nobody imposing here but me, you know.

[ half a tease, half meaningful. caleb says it through his teeth, tongue briefly wetting a chapped lower lip as he shakes his head. ]

And we are friends, it is true. This acceptance can be difficult to get used to after so long without. [ the nein are his loud and strange cobbled-together family and even still they are pulling him out of a mire of uncertainty and paranoia. his fingers flex once more, as if something between his knuckles is itching to spring forward. panic, fear, a low drone of anxiety that is beginning to curl into a fist around his spine and yank him down. ]

Perhaps it would be best to look over one of these... contracts together. Stipulations and such... [ he meets essek's eyes deliberately this time, his eyes open and earnest. this is not a bad plan and they are friends and to be very honest with himself, it makes the most sense in their current situation. ]
casted: (11)

[personal profile] casted 2020-02-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I am fine I just... am wet and smell like an old woman. I have been worse off. Frumpkin would tell you so.

[ he eyes the cat who drops down to the height of jon's ankles. the tentative motion he makes is one to brush just faintly against his ankle/trouser leg/whatever it is that he's wearing. a brief warning before letting out a high and chirruping purr. ]

How long have you and your institute been here in this city? You sound well-versed in how it runs.
afraidtofall: (deep concentration)

Blindly we follow

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-02-09 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aziraphale has his nose in a book, almost literally, swaying and stepping around the press of people entering the train without ever looking up. Somehow, he has no collisions or close calls. He is simply never where they are and vice versa.

As he takes the seat beside her, a waft of an old fashioned Victorian fougere, Fougère Royale to be precise, drifts and settles. His waistcoat is worn and lovingly tended. The shirt may be newer, the bow tie crisp and perfectly tied.

He blinks behind the glasses when she speaks, peering up and over at her just above their wire rims.]


No. I take the train at least twice per week. Yours?
thephix: max (that gently)

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-09 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max nods, understanding the response for what it is, and reaches out to lay a hand on Lilith's arm. She doesn't like touching people, but it's important for playing a role.]

It's okay, please don't tell me if you're not comfortable sharing. [She might press the point, were Lilith a man, but she'll leave it for now.] Perhaps you could tell me of our hosts, instead?
thephix: max (now the camera's on)

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-10 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't enough to stop her from being wary, the fact that he looks as though he stepped out of some Victorian novel, complete with that accent, but he seems harmless enough.

So does she, though, and she knows how carefully appearances can be curated.]


It is, yes. It's beautiful up here. [In the Up, at least. There's something a little regretful in her tone, in the way her hand drifts towards her neck before she catches herself and folds them carefully in her lap, instead. She shakes herself out of it and offers another smile.] I like your bow-tie, it's very fetching.

[It is, surprisingly, a genuine compliment. It's hardly her style of fashion, but it does suit him.]
compellingstatement: art by <user name=jaegerfker420 site=tumblr.com> (smile | the admiral)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-02-10 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Caleb is summarily dismissed for a moment as Jon focuses once more on the cat. He's wearing relatively nice clothes. Much nicer than the rest of his appearance would suggest he should be wearing. Having fashion-inclined friends means he dresses well, at least. Frumpkin will be brushing up against a set of navy blue slacks as Jon makes a sound of delight and leans down to offer his hand. The familiar might smell Jon's own pet cat on him.]

Hmm? Far longer than I'd like. Months, at this point. Half a year?
afraidtofall: (so very uncomfortable)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-02-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, yes, the Up versus the Down. It's something he tries to avoid thinking of when he can, and when he can't, well...

He closes his book with a soft thump and draws it in closer against his waist, Advanced Physics and String Theory, removes his glasses, polishes them, and tucks them into his coat pocket.

She then has more of his attention.]


Thank you. It's kind of you to say.

[His gaze drifts past her to the window and back again.]

I take it you've seen where they've decided you're to stay.
thephix: max (at seventeen I started)

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-10 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She makes no effort to hide the way her gaze drifts to the title of his book, a small raise of her brows in curiosity, though not doubt. She updates her mental impression to include smart, or at least pretending to be.]

I've spent the past few days there, acclimatizing as much as I can. I haven't had need to share a room since boarding school, at least my current roommate doesn't snore the way my friend Trish used to.

[Humanizing herself is important.]