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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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() 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. |
![]() 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. |
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!! |
wanda maximoff | mcu | submissive
[ her fingers clutch at the ends of her shirt, long enough to cover any exposure of the dark lace underneath but still far too short to conceal enough of her thighs. there's no comfort in this place, and if there were any, it'd only be in knowing she's hardly alone in that feeling, a wave of that anxiety practically vibrating through the air amongst the others adorned in the same simple garment as herself.
the major difference is in what they each say, and from what she can see when she peers down and tries to stretch out the fabric in front of her, the words on her own shirt are completely absurd: ask me about mindfucking!
the best she can do is cross her arms to try and conceal the words, but it seems there's persistence in furthering the discussion and eventually she's made to confront someone else in a similar garb, as she tries to steady her clipboard firm against her chest. ] Do you know if there's any other way out of this?
[ she'd tried to get out of, far too frustrated with the route of conversation to even consider wanting to dive into the privacy of those secrets. spending enough time diving into people's heads, she'd already made the decision that she'd no longer pursue it, with or without her mind manipulation abilities to aid that. of course, all of that means is that she's faced with an alternative that she's not sure is much better than the situation she'd found herself in before.
while the shirt is bigger this time, it's only because it's meant to allow another person to fill in that extra space. only it isn't much extra at all, her arm bumping against theirs with a fidgeting that merely causes their bicep to brush over her lace-covered breast. ]
Excuse me, would you — ? [ there's annoyance in her tone, for good reason, of course, but she knows she shouldn't exactly be pinning it on someone who's simply being faced with the same trial as herself, and she shuts her eyes briefly to take a breath. ] Okay. Okay. What is it we're supposed to do?
[ she turns to catch sight of the board, a certain task is written on the board, meant to be completed ... ]
( ooc: task options of your choosing: (a) sharing a kiss, (b) singing a duet together, (c) tap dancing for an entire minute in sync, (d) mutual masturbation to completion (18+ only). no option is a guarantee that she'll go through with it depending on the interactions. )
[ at the very least, she gets to be outside, exploring the grounds of the city freely rather than remaining confined in those rooms for a minute longer. it's more than she can see for how she so often finds herself, always locked in, always imprisoned, always presenting the constant threat that she might simply cast up a spell and break someone apart or cast them away out of existence.
perhaps, she's meant to be trapped here too, but at the very least she's stretching her legs until she finds herself at the market, called there by the soaring aroma that blossoms in the air in a variety of forms, sweet and addictive, so much so that she finds no room to consider herself when she approaches to attempt their samples.
(a) the strawberry-vanilla coaxes a long sigh from her lips, a smile twisting up as if she'd been hit with something so overly pleasant, urging her to simply reach out and embrace whoever happens to be nearest. and she does just that, saying nothing to the unsuspecting victim that earns the wrap of her arms around their shoulders, something overly familiar especially when she turns her face to nuzzle her nose soft against their cheek.
(b, 18+) the patchouli spray causes her to crinkle her nose briefly, something curious in its scent as she gives a sniff trying to rid her nostrils of it peculiarity. it's far too strong, she thinks, too musky for her liking, and she finds herself immensely distracted with that very thought, so much so that she doesn't even notice herself walking, steps moving with conviction as she approaches someone near by. before she catches herself, her fingers curve strong along their jaw, angling their mouth to meet her for a hardened kiss. of course, if they don't actually stop her, she might even find the time to brush her tongue past their lips, deepening the contact with a soft moan. ]
( feel free to adjust anything as needed in the above options to fit the scenario a bit more with your character. or go ahead and discuss with me the potential of entirely different options all together. all options are ota, and is open to m/f or f/f, 18+ for the more potential nsfw options. canon point is currently undecided, but leaning towards post age of ultron or post civil war. )
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Not that I've seen.
[ She glances up at the other woman and smiles a little, an attempt to at least look sympathetic and understanding. ]
The more eager people have been filling up their clipboards and leaving. Clothed. And the more resistant have been escorted elsewhere, from what I've noticed.
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I supposed it doesn't take much of a guess to assume they're being taken somewhere less pleasant.
[ not that there's any level of pleasantries at all with their current setting.
sighing, she gnaws at her lip, trying to consider her options again and whether it's worth the resistance she's tempted to uphold. but her eyes drift upon the girl's tied shirt, the words scrawled across them. ]
You're ... not worried about this?
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[ Her eyebrows raise as she watches her read the words on her shirt. Then at the question. She shrugs a shoulder and pushes her hair from her face. ]
About the shirts? No. They're ridiculous, but I doubt it's the worst thing they can do to us. [ No, she's more worried about the line on her neck and the designation she's been forced into. ] You can ask, you know. At least get one answer down on that paper.
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but maybe simply asking questions is the best she can ask for under the circumstances.
just as the girl does, though, she's also been laced with that line against her neck, something that could spark far worse circumstances to come, which she doesn't which to imagine now. ]
Are ... you sure? [ she wasn't looking to participate but — perhaps for the best, she could try to cooperate while it's easy. ] Okay, um — what ... what happened with your mother?
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▶ ASK ME ABOUT...
She looks casually at the stripe on Wanda's neck -- there's none on Prudence's, so of course it's worth it to her to note these things -- but then smiles. ]
One way of finding out. [ She points to Wanda's shirt, fingernails sharp and silver. ] But are you ashamed of what it says?
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the girl she approaches appears to hold a lot more confidence, taking the opposite approach in simply bearing it all in exchange for holding on to her secrets.
when she's asked about shame, her lip quirks, debating it briefly before answering. ] I'd rather it not be misunderstood. I spend enough of my life hearing assumptions being made about me, I'd prefer not to have more of it.
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Understood. [ She says it plainly, but with sincerity. Interest, too. ] So then, what does it mean to you?
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Well, it's ... it's my magic. [ she speaks it tentatively, the subject of magic always a bit of a skeptical subject depending on the audience. ] It allows me to explore the mind — in a variety of ways.
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on a flip chart: a + open to more
Shadow stilled at feeling the lace brush his bicep. He swallowed thickly and kept his eyes as she tried to situate herself. The only clothing he had on aside from the shirt they shared were his boxer briefs--another factor that could possibly make her uncomfortable. He swallowed thickly, thinking of what to say then finally saying it. ]
I think we need to get over there to see what the chart says. I don't have to pick you up, you could just hang off of my arm instead of us trying to figure out how to scramble off of the bed. Or I don't mind picking you up.
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it doesn't help that they're so bare underneath, and while she's relieved that she at least has the lace clasped at her chest, it's plenty difficult to ignore the muscles she finds herself constantly brushing against, firm and solid, warm to her own skin.
she tries to keep her face forward, to maintain as much focus as she can manage, even as she finally responds more reasonably to his suggestion. ] I won't hang off of you. If the shirt won't stretch down when I stand, then you could simply crotch down your knees a little, can't you?
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[ He wasn't sure what she was trying to accomplish but didn't feel it necessary to make an enemy out of an already uncomfortable situation. Her words seemed to indicate that she wanted off of the bed so he moved and tried to immediately crouch. With closed eyes. ]
So far so good?
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when he begins to shift forward, she follows with him, though she's still kneeling at the edge of the bed when he gets upon his feet; she can see his knees bending, and her teeth gnaw at her lip, peering up to notice his shut eyes. ]
Um ... yeah, that's alright. [ she slides her feet forward, pulling herself off from the bed to align the shirt comfortably again between them, and as predicted, her own stance feels quite fine, standing on her feet without hanging or choking on the neckline. ] We could — we could adjust if it's too uncomfortable for you.
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ask me about x
her own shirt isn't embarrassing, but it is annoying. "ask me about being a princess!" for starters, "princess" wasn't the correct term, but leave it to Duplicity to take a complex social hierarchy and dumb it down into the simplest possible terms.
but she has to wince when she sees the young woman with the t-shirt reading "ask me about mindfucking!" there's no doubt about it, that other young woman wins for Most Unfortunate T-Shirt, so she decides to ask her about it in hopes that it means that both of them can get their clothes back a little more quickly.
she approaches her with a friendly, but not overly friendly, look on her face] I'll ask about yours and you ask me about mine and maybe we both can get our clothes back?
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so when the girl approaches her and presents that proposition, it's met with a sigh, almost as a signal of her giving in, debating lowering her stubbornness for a fair level of cooperation.
but she smiles politely to her, giving a slight shrug of her shoulder. ] Only if we can make a mutual agreement not to cast judgement on one another. Does that sound alright?
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she hates giving in, but she also hates standing here in nothing but a tshirt and panties even more, so.
Tinya smiles back, not her usual brilliant smile, but a shyer and more awkward one] Absolutely. I really have no room for judgement from anyone.
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the long way around; b - for "because duh"
she notices wanda heading her way and offers her a smile, because they aren't super close, but they've met enough times that she feels pretty comfortable unexpectedly running into her. she's baked cookies for her and peter more than once, and that automatically puts her on a "good people" list. but anyway, she's not expecting her to move into her personal space the way she does, but it's not exactly this rushed thing, and she probably could have brought her hands up in time to dodge it, but like- she doesn't even think to. because she doesn't think wanda maximoff would decide right now, or any time, was the time to kiss her like they're in the third act of a charming but passionate romantic comedy.
... look that's where her brain goes. she's been watching a lot of weird duplicity knock-off movies lately.
she sucks in a breath, which of course makes the stronger scents around her sink in a little bit and ultimately makes her give into the urge to kiss her for longer than what's probably appropriate, but she still has enough clarity to tip her face back after a moment. ] Whoa, um. Hi? Hi. [ of course, breaking the kiss kind of loses it's impact when her hands are moving to rest on wanda's hips, fingers curling in the fabric of her coat ]
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and then she's merely kissing her, not with any sort of carefulness either, not when her tongue is already there, yearning a deeper taste, suddenly craving the sweetness painted on the girl's lips; she's prepared to take it plenty further, to tilt her head and seek out the full taste of her companion's mouth, but it's soon parted, prompting her to give a light whimper, breath heavy as she opens her eyes to blink at the girl in front of her. ]
Hi. [ she manages to say, chest rising and falling deeply, her palms pressing over the girl's collar, fingers sloping up to slide against her neck in a soft stroking caress. ] I'm sorry. I just — I think I just really wanted to kiss you.
[ and when she says it, it's absolutely absurd coming out of her mouth, but it doesn't keep her from swaying, moving her head like she's prepared to dip in for another but she manages to stop herself, even if her eyes are locked on the girl's mouth. ] Sorry, it's — ridiculous, I know. I don't even know you.
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Unfortunately I do not. I imagine that the quickest way out of this and into our preferred clothes would be to fulfill their request without too much fuss.
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others, though, seem to carry no care at all, or at the least, no worry in regards to the predicament they've been tossed into.
even the man before her prompts her to raise a brow, especially in light of his casual presentation. ] Is that so? Well, you certainly don't appear as if you're in much of a rush to fulfill just that.
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Calm is what is required, and he keeps it up the very best that he can. ]
Believe me I am. I simply find that people are more forthcoming with their intimate details when they don't feel as if they are being interrogated.
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► ASK ME ABOUT
wanda happens to be one of those, lilith having had her back to the woman when she approaches and it's only when she turns that she'll find the ask me about eden on her own shirt. no wonder that she's pissed with how sore a subject that is for her )
Typically there isn't.
( she usually just gets it over with but she's not particularly interested nor willing in talking about this aspect of her past. she'd have gone to her magic a long time ago but that never came out with positive consequences )
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she's struck in awe as she watches her that she even takes a moment to realize she's being spoken to, blinking herself out of that brief trance. ]
Typically. [ she repeats, uncertain at first why, before she realizing the peculiarity of that word. ] You speak it like someone who's been here for some time.
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( though it's said as if lilith believes she's been here too long, though for her any amount of time in a place like this is too long and she doubts that it will take this woman very long to figure that out for herself )
You'll find that having to discuss an uncomfortable part of yourself is far lighter than most of what they ask.
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the long way around (a)
Oh... Wanda, right?
[ The nose brushing his stubble is honestly kind of pleasant, anyway. Lately, he finds himself clinging to the affection that he can get. ]