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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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lastsonofmars: (Default)

[personal profile] lastsonofmars 2020-02-17 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Originally, form the Walex Plains of Mars. More recently, I lived in a city on Earth, one called Metropolis.

[ He grins at her, and remembers. ]

I will do my best to help you grow more used to being around people, but you are always welcome to not go out.
disasterartist: (for all we had it could be worse)

[personal profile] disasterartist 2020-02-17 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He and Molly left her behind. They didn't mean to, but they did.

She's quiet for a few moments before she answers.]


Thanks. [Her voice is quiet and soft, just a bit. Vulnerable, definitely.] I'm really glad to see you. I mean, I wish we were both home instead but.

Yeah.

[It's nice not to be alone. To have someone here who really gets her. As much as she loves Jonathan and Ivy and everyone else.]
pidgeypidge: (to fight dirty)

[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2020-02-17 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Great.

[It's not that she's not happy to see him, because really she is. She's just unhappy to see him here. Again.]

I've been here since October. [It sounds weird to even say it, to realize it's been that long already.]

But it's not just me this time. Hunk was already here when I got here. And Lance is here, too.

[Guess how happy she is about that.]
brushoff: (oooh guuuurl)

[personal profile] brushoff 2020-02-17 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Still, it's impressive. [ Dorian turns his attention from Frumpkin to the flames, watching as they lick the jacket and evaporate the moisture. This is very obviously holding his attention as he watches Caleb with interest. ]

I can safely say that I haven't seen anything like it before.
unpragmatic: (put out)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-02-17 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a good place for them," he remarks. Of course, there's no reason for hostility towards someone who tries to help. Anakin isn't good at accepting help. But in her place, he wants to think he'd do the same. Even as he is now, there's already things working in his head, how to get people out from under this oppression, these invisible chains so like real ones that always make him bristle.

Maybe it's better they didn't give him any position of power. Maybe that was on purpose. Not that having no societal power has ever stopped him from trying.

He sighs, a short, frustrated sound, and sits up so his legs aren't taking up the whole seat anymore.

"You wanna sit down?" he asks her as a way of maybe sort of apologising for his shortness. He's not angry with her. He's angry with this place.
feckers: (sɪxᴛʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ)

the long way around

[personal profile] feckers 2020-02-17 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( she'd gotten spritzed earlier in the day, an almost sickly sweet air of strawberry hanging around her, a strange feeling hanging within her since. she was looking now for somewhere to sit, hands brushing across the arm of someone she walks past, trying to squeeze through the more crowded market )

Ah-- sorry.

( when she stops, having to pause to let someone else pass first, her hand lingers on his arm, squeezing lightly, slowly giving into those desires now that she's in contact with someone )
reborningreen: (Smile 3)

[personal profile] reborningreen 2020-02-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"True, likely. Even I am not that bendy." Quite. He grins at her, lightly, eyes warm as he lets his fingers stroke inside her, wanting to make her feel good, very good. His thumb finds her clit as those fingers slide in and out of her, stroking her clit with a gentle and careful touch.

"For me, I will feel similarly if you use your hand on me down there, on my cock. Making a circle of your fingers and gently but firmly stroking it. It is different, but in many ways, the same." He is a little red-cheeked at talking, but he still says it. They have to complete this and he does not want to make it more awkward.

His other hand slides over her body down there and he lets it wander, stroking her skin, moving around to her backside to gently stroke over her ass, and let her feel him caressing her calmly, gently.

"Is it okay if I kiss you again? I have found that a good kiss is sometimes as arousing as the rest of it, in truth."
unpragmatic: (bite back)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-02-17 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anakin has been trying to fend off the desire that the perfume elicits for a couple of hours. But even he, with all his strength of will, struggles with it. And now, with someone else brushing up against him, both of them smelling of some fruity kind of thing that Anakin has no word for, it's even harder. ]

It's fine.

[ His words are gruff, dismissive. But then her hand is on his real arm. Even through his layers of cloth and leather, he imagines he can feel the warmth of her touch. Without thought, his hand moves to catch hers, fingers twining with fingers.

He looks down at their hands, then at the woman's face.

He pulls his hand away again, though it takes a lot to do it, and for some reason he hates the moment when they separate.
]

No, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me.

[ Or what's still getting into him. ]

thatcloneguy: (Confident)

[personal profile] thatcloneguy 2020-02-17 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is more than glad to take that direction and heads that way, moving along at a good pace, but cautiously. Can they get out of here? He hopes so. ]

Conner. Yours?

[ Around a bend of the corridor was a door which he tested and found it unlocked, leading to another room, but he was not sure what was in it.

He glanced at her, made sure she was ready, and opened it, ready to slam it. ]


What the---?
feckers: (sɪxᴛʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ)

[personal profile] feckers 2020-02-17 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It-- ( there's a part of her that's trying to fight it, to tell her that the instincts that she's feeling are wrong but laris can't stop herself, extending her hand to him but not yet touching him )

It wasn't unwelcome.

( and actually a part of her had felt comforted when their hands had been together, so much less lonely than she felt now )
unpragmatic: (breathe)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-02-17 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anakin, ever impulsive, often ignoring what would be the safest course, pulls off his glove and raises his hand to meet hers in one smooth motion. He's only barely restrained, fingers touching, tension obvious, but not pushing it. Not yet. ]

It wasn't, was it?

[ This question is as much to himself as to her.

His gaze shifts to meet her eyes.
]

I'm Anakin.

feckers: (ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] feckers 2020-02-17 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( she covers his hand with both of hers, a lightness coming to her expression, causing her to relax slightly as the feeling of just touching someone makes her feel better )

Laris.

( her head dips slightly, the longer they're in contact the more content she feels )

I'm drawn to you for some reason.
thephix: max (I understand)

[personal profile] thephix 2020-02-17 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max is, equally, focused on more than just her current conversation partner, there's a lot to take in, and while hardly ashamed of her lack of clothing, she knows it makes her more vulnerable.]

Everyone has something to offer. [If she were talking to a man, she'd lean on familiar skills, but that isn't a game she plays with women.] Are you new here, as I am?

[There's a purpose to the question, it might change what she offers.]
unpragmatic: (biting smile)

[personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-02-17 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He takes a breath, and it's much more centring than he thinks it will be. But then, it's not that breath. It's her touch. ]

Laris.

[ He repeats it back to her slowly, as if tasting the sound of her name in his mouth. ]

Yeah. I feel it, too. Maybe we shouldn't be surprised in this place.

[ But much as he wants to buck the reins, get out of the hold of the city, he's not willing to let her go yet. He moves his hand, letting a stray thumb or finger along her hands. He wants to pull her close to him, but he manages to hold off that impulse for now. He has a wife, okay? ]
high_warlock: (015)

[personal profile] high_warlock 2020-02-17 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exactly," Magnus says with a little nod, a knowing smile shaping his lips. It's hard to say no to such pretension, really. Even those that would scoff at it find themselves intrigued.

"What about you then? Are you nonplussed by my talk of magic because you're familiar with it yourself or simply because being here means you have to believe?"
resoluteandunyielding: { Senator } (A Candle in The Darkness)

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | Dominant

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-02-17 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
| blindly we'll follow |
It's still all so very new, but Padmé can't bring herself to not lean toward the windows, curiosity pushing itself up through the cracks even after being bustled from the doctors to her house to this assigned seat on the train. Torn between both watching the buildings that pass in the window, and looking at the strange assortment of people in the same car with her. Some on seats, some at the feet of others, others yet clustered close to where the guards are.

She's not comfortable or calm -- even the whole of her demeanor appears it; unruffled, smooth expression, watchful dark eyes -- but she's not above using this ride as recon to figure out as much as she can about this place that has suddenly absconded with her.


| ask me about x |
Padmé frustration bleeds at the faint edges as she looks across the people at this mandatory function. She hates the shirt she's been shuffled into. Even at thin and soft, it feels entirely too insubstantial. Less than her nightclothes. Nowhere near the durability and double-duty of any of her Senatorial robes.

Not to mention, she truly doesn't like that she can still feel the words on her shirt, as though they are printed in such a manner they could be read through the clipboard she's still holding to her chest. Those words that continue to echo in her thoughts as she can't help reading the shirts of those who pass her: Ask me about the lies.

| the long way around |
Padmé is running her fingers through the bottles that are out for sampling, wondering just barely what Rabé or Dormé would think of the offerings out. What she might need in her arsenal for being here, however long she is here. Even, though, she'd watched one or two people get chased down by kiosk sellers, she gives a startled noise when she suddenly gets spritzed across a cheek and part of her shoulder.

(Open for strawberry-vanilla and cinnamon-pear.)
ibelieveintruth: (Why In All The Stars?)

Ask Me About X (Clark Kent, Dominant)

[personal profile] ibelieveintruth 2020-02-17 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark is not happy. he has been sent here once again because he has not been doing enough dominant stuff. Whatever that means, really. So he's here with a shirt on that has words that make him angry. But more than angry, it has words that make his eyes tighten, with pain in them. "Ask me about murdering my people!", the shirt says and it is all Clark can do to not flee this room and never look back.

But he knows what happens if he tries to do that, and so he is here in the shirt looking around for people to ask. Almost bumping into the young lady near him, he flushes and nods to her and almost turns away before hesitating and opening his mouth.

"Excuse me, Miss. I know the situation is not great, but would you mind me asking you about your shirt?"

His face shows that he is not all that interested in this game either but he is trying.
resoluteandunyielding: { Padmé } (Sublime Even Subtle)

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-02-17 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She rounds to a side easily at the bump of the far taller man, looking up as he muddled his way through the request he'd almost fled before asking the first time. It made her fingers tighten just marginally, without enough force to even whitten her knuckles, a tic she felt even if it was slight, was more than she should give away. But she didn't like being played with.

And she liked even less any endangerment to the few things it could mean.
But she appreciated the honest pragmatic point of the man.

"If you wouldn't mind returning the favor, after?"
feckers: (ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ)

[personal profile] feckers 2020-02-17 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( everyone does have something to offer though whether or not laris would see it as valuable would be a different thing entirely. she's particular, partially from her culture and partially from her own skills )

I am.

( and it seemed that all of this kidnapping that was going on was a little more widespread than she'd first thought. and not just limited to romulans )

But from what they've told us-- it's not a very believable tale.
ibelieveintruth: (x Well Sure)

[personal profile] ibelieveintruth 2020-02-17 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Awaiting her response almost felt like waiting for a judgment handed down from the gods themselves. He knew that he needed to fulfill the requirements of this meeting.

That didn't mean he was happy about it. Still waiting, tense, feeling like he was once more under pressure like he had in those first days of arrival, he hoped she would say yes. Otherwise, he'd have to go and ask someone else and have the same little discussion.

Right now, he wasn't feeling extremely dominant, even if he really would like to take charge and get the hell out of here.

Right now he was here and he wanted to get this done and over with, so when she did say yes, he nodded gratefully, and with resignation he replied.

"Yes, of course. That's only fair after all." He nodded.

"My name is Clark. Welcome, for what it's worth, to Duplicity."
resoluteandunyielding: { Queen } (Political - Hush)

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-02-17 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Padmé," she said with a small, straightforward nod.

Her tone removed and formal. Crisp. Even.
(Amidala, and not Padmé at all.)

Maybe there would have been more if she wasn't removing her hand from crossing her board and linking on her other, letting the clipboard lower, so the words on her shirt were visible. Her expression neutral, bordering on patient annoyance. It bothered every bone in her body to even reveal she had been lying about anything; that she had secrets worth being asked up, worthing lying about.
makeitfair: (owvwE8t)

[personal profile] makeitfair 2020-02-17 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ they’re definitely meant to help people meet their monthly quota. dawn’s eyes go wide with comprehension. his words may have been vague, but they know each other well enough. he knows she can read between the lines. monthly quota. aphrodisiacs. drugs.. she’s been drugged. the thought makes her want to crawl out of her clothes, rip them off as fast as she can and stand under a hot shower until her skin is wrinkled and radiating its own heat from the water.

but doing that, it would likely just kick up more of the scent, toss off what chemicals remain into the air. and dick held his breath the whole way here. it wouldn’t be fair to get this on him. especially since she can guess how he knows about these effects.

the look in his eyes is hard to avoid and impossible to ignore. she knows it would be a mirror to her own look if their roles were reversed. could she help him, if she was in his shoes? could he help her? even though she’d been with hank for three and a half years, there’s always been some part of her that just couldn’t let go of what she felt—what she feels for him. this isn’t fair, it’s not fair for either of them.

he’s right. she needs to wash off as much of this as she can. maybe it hasn’t had a chance to start to affect her.
] Okay. [ she nods. ] Okay, Dick.

[ dawn takes the towel and half-closes the bathroom door. she first goes to the sink, putting the stopper in the drain and turning on the water. that’s for her clothes, each garment pressed down in an effort to soak some of this away. she’d be on board for just throwing them out, but she doesn’t really have much here. then she climbs into the shower, steam already beginning to billow out, the water hot as she starts to scrub. ]
ibelieveintruth: (Thoughtful 2)

[personal profile] ibelieveintruth 2020-02-17 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing her face and thinking it sometimes almost a mirror of his own, Clark nodded. With a deep breath, he asked the question which neither of them wanted to hear. "So, tell me about the lies?" It was a question more than it was a statement. There wasn't really a way you could say 'Tell me about the lies.', without it sounding like a demand, but he tried.

He wasn't really sure how well that went, and he stepped back and waited for her response, his own shirt feeling like a prison cell that had closed around him.

As he waited to hear what she had to say, he fidgeted, knowing that when she was done answering him, the resulting question would make him have to speak about what was probably his worst hour.
resoluteandunyielding: { Anakin } (To Say The Least)

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-02-17 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Padmé can feel the frozen nature of her center. Cool, calm ice that not a shiver or a breath passes. Amidala's face from the throne. From parades. From audiences. Decisions bigger than a word. Tragedies greater than should be carried. All without a flinch.

Pride and humility, mixed with a stray spike of humiliation are there even as she turns it, politic enough there's nothing avoidant about it. Two seconds is never an escape route for a queen or a senator. Equivocation, on the other hand, always has its due.

"How honest are we supposed to be with these things? What counts as a true enough or detailed enough answer?" And what happens if they don't fill that owed quota in the three answers? Is that on the answeree, or the person who writers down the not-enough answer?
ibelieveintruth: (Nice)

[personal profile] ibelieveintruth 2020-02-17 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can lie as much as you like. I believe the focus of this is forcing us tot alk about these subjects at all. If it works best for you, tell me whatever fiction you want to."

There is not an ounce of judgment in his eyes or voice, and there is even urging in his voice in that last part. He does not want her to hurt herself to satisfy this place. There is some irony, he feels, in him finding her, or vice versa. For he had lived a big lie since he was a child, before this place. And that lie was one that had haunted him, despite his efforts and unwavering keeping of it at home, the entire time.

"I will write on here, whatever you tell me."