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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!! |
Mariette / Blade Runner 2049 / Dominant
[Mariette’s eyes are wide open, staring outside the window of the train as she processes all the sights that the train is zipping through. So much information has been thrown at her within the last few hours and she soaks it all in, mind whirring up a thousand possibilities, repercussions, and more. This world is completely different yet so similar to hers. Unlike hers, it’s lush and abundant in material, but like hers, it’s divided down the middle — two classes. Dominant and submissive, human and replicant. And somehow, here, her role has been reversed.
The thought clouds her mind along with the headache and nausea that’s been there since she arrived. She stares at the buildings outside, the greenery, then turns her gaze inside to take in all the people who sit in the train. She watches as a submissive kneels before their dominant and feels an unpleasant twist inside her.
As she’s watching, someone steps in front of her and for a split second. She tilts her head and looks past them before noticing that they haven’t moved. Grey eyes lift and she blinks before raising a brow. She looks at the empty seat beside her then back up. The quick motion bringing another wave of nausea. She swallows and manages a small smile.]
Is this your seat?
02-Ask Me About X
[The event is uncomfortable and revealing, making her feel incredibly vulnerable. Not just in their clothing which she doesn’t mind — she’s used to wearing revealing clothing — but the statements, varying from very personal to downright sensitive are… both interesting and frightening. The one on her shirt says Ask me about being hunted.
Sure, she’s good at small talk, given a part of her programming is strictly to appear friendly and personable. Most of the time, she even enjoys conversations that are more real. Just… not like this. Not so forced.]
03-The Long Way Around
[It actually smells pretty good for a bit. The strawberry vanilla is both warm and comforting, making her smile a bit as she continues down the row, looking around the other products placed nearby. She turns and steps a little closer to the person beside her, making some room for another before she feels it.
It spreads from the spot on her wrist that was sprayed by perfume, up, making the presence beside her feel so inviting. She can feel the urge that’s both empty and warm at the same time. Things add up and she looks at her wrist.]
Shit. [Her hand reaches out almost without her allowing it to, and lands on the bicep of the stranger standing unwittingly beside her. They feel so warm. Her fingers spread out slowly, feeling, touching.] Sorry I... [She trails off, mesmerized by the rush of warmth and soothing pleasure from the touch.] Oh.
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(( She'll be found hanging around still in awe of things. ))
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His shirt doesn't look too bad, since it says ask me about my name, but Rhys is beginning to worry he might actually have to participate in this ridiculous exercise. His eyes dart up to her shirt - and then away again. He doesn't think it's a good idea to touch that one. ]
Are you new here?
[ Because he can't say nothing after looking at her.]
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Her smile is accompanied with a quiet sigh, resenting the fact that she's here and that she's new. However, she does appreciate his approach instead of outright asking about her shirt. She nods, then realizing he's not looking at her, says:]
Yeah, unfortunately. [ The shirt makes her feel so exposed. She folds her arms across her chest.] Are you? [More importantly,] Is there any way to get out?
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Four months.
[ How does this place still make him so uncomfortable? ]
I think the way out of this room is likely what they said. I haven't figured an effective one out of this city yet.
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Oh. [She looks deflated and sighs, her shoulders coming up in a little shrug. She reads the words on his shirt again then decides to try and avoid it a little longer.]
Do you.. I mean, I know you probably don’t love it but is it alright being here?
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[ The current situation is a prime example of one of them. The sexual quota they just got done being told about is another. ]
On balance, it's not worse than the place I came from. Even with being designated Submissive. [ His voice picks up a hint of a sneer. ]
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But... if you find the right person, is it still so bad?
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I have no complaints about my contracted Dominant. It makes a lot of things easier, having someone who can be trusted.
[ But that does put extra work on Rhys, to make sure he doesn't become a burden, to make sure that Cullen never has cause to think Rhys useless.]
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so far, their instructions are simple, merely to listen and to learn, but upon taking the train, the hints of what's to come prove dreadful in the form that she sees others in the car being treated, how the submissive are meant to be commanded to their will.
the sight of it stills her where she stands, fingers brushing up to her neck where the dark bold line labels her with her lower status — and then she realizes she's being spoken to, blinking before she peers down to the woman on the seat. ]
Oh. Oh, no, I'm — [ she gives a sheepish smile, head ducking almost embarrassed. ] I was actually told I'm not allowed to have a seat. It's no trouble.
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That's... [What, ridiculous? Dumb? It's the rules but she's not in the resistance for no reason. She's just on the right side of rebellious. ] Don't listen to that. [She says it with conviction though there's really no authority behind her words.] Here. [ The smile on her face is comfortable as she shifts over slightly more. ] Sit.
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wanda's hesitant for a moment, lips curling against her teeth in brief thought. ] Are you sure?
[ but the debate is brief, instincts of her own far too inclined towards ignoring the suggestions of authority, and so she steps forward, moving to take the seat beside her as she offers back her own grateful smile. ]
You could get yourself into trouble, you know. For helping me. That's what they say, anyway.
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Yeah. I know. [ Easy, breezy. ] Like what are they gonna do? Publicly shame me or something? [ There’s a been there, done that sort of attitude to her that might come on a little strong at first, but she can’t imagine it would be worse than where she’s from. So, with a shrug, she turns to face her neighbour a little more, leaning a shoulder against the window next to her, smile turning playful. ]
And you could get into trouble for sitting, you know?
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embarrassment is hardly her own worst fear, though; she's lost far too much, been called plenty of dirty and piercing things, to care about how anyone sees her. she'd like to believe pride and survival fall together, but sometimes one has to be sacrificed to maintain the other.
but if there's any worry at all in what's to come, it eases with the expressions of the girl beside her, forced to smile a little wider at the call out. ]
I probably will. [ with a hum, she leans back in her seat, stretching her arms and legs in front of her. ] But I'm prone to getting into all sorts of trouble. This wouldn't be any different.
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Maybe there's something in her that feels a connection with this current line of thinking. It certainly puts things into perspective for her. ]
'Least we'll both take credit for it. Besides, a public shaming isn't the worst thing ever. [ She shifts her gaze to the passengers of the train, to the couples and groups demonstrating what it really is like to be a part of the society here. ] I have a feeling it happens all the time here, it probably isn't even a strange sight anymore.
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Do you want to go first or shall I?
oh hello fellow andy
She avoids his suggestion and asks instead: ] What's that? [ Her finger taps her own temple, asking about this LED, although she sort of has a creeping inkling of an idea already. ]
hiiiiiiiii
Oh, it's- it's my LED. It has a few different functions but the most common and obvious one is to act as a sort of visual indicator of my systems status.
[He reaches to straighten his non-existent tie, belatedly remembering that he's wearing only a t-shirt, and drops his hands to his sides, squaring his shoulders and forcing another smile.]
You never answered my question.
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Maybe that’s the reason why his smile is strained — no one likes to be called out as different, after all. The way his hands reach for something then drop speaks to his apprehension about the situation. She understands that deeply and drops her arms, trying for a bit of a smile as well, though it’s still guarded. ]
You go first. What’s a deviant hunter?
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Her body language is enough to tell him she's uncomfortable as well, and he can hardly blame her for that. He's pretty sure she's new- he's never seen her before, anyway -and if that's the case she's just been tossed into the deep end. Does she know how to swim? Connor still feels like he's barely treading water most of the time.]
Deviants are androids that developed the capacity for emotional responses and consequently broke free of their original programming and behavior- in other words, they deviated from their purpose. I was created to hunt them down and return them for study, which was a nice way of saying they would be deactivated and disassembled to find out why they were malfunctioning.
Your turn.
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However, as he speaks, telling her about his shirt, she starts to feel her own discomfort rising with the lump in her throat that she tries to swallow back. This city is the deep end, but here, she’ll know how to swim. The structure is very similar to her own world and all she’ll have to do is figure out how to navigate the system. What’s more disturbing to her, deepening the frown on her face, is the picture that he’s painting. Her jaw tightens ever so slightly as a mix of sympathy, fear, and dread builds in her. ]
I was hunted because… I’m a replicant, a bio-engineered android, and my model was no longer relevant. [ She swallows, eyes carefully trained on his face, wondering if he’d be surprised she’s just like him. She looks human, feels human in flesh and bone. And unlike him, she doesn’t have an LED indicator that differentiates her. ] My model was too emotional and unpredictable. We ran from slavery and became rebellious, so they sent blade runners after us to hunt us down and retire us, a nice way of saying we were killed.
Sound familiar? [ A little too familiar for comfort, maybe. There’s no blame in her voice, no disgust or hate, just a careful apprehension. She knows that the blade runners often didn’t have a choice either. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. ]
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3 - Oliver Queen/Submissive
The contact makes him groan softly. ]
Oh damn.
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Her own arms slide around him too, one smoothing up between his shoulder blades, fingers spread as to touch more of him, the other still gripping his bicep.]
Oh. [ It’s breathy, soft, with a hint of awe as she feels the warm sensation spread from all their points of contact. Slowly, she tilts her face towards his hand touching her neck until his thumb is at her jawline. Her lips part. ]
What…? [ is happening?]
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[ This is not the first time, even today, that this sort of thing has happened to him, and he grimaces. Apparently this place is trying to really make sure he hates it. ]
Are you... okay? [ He does not let go, mind you, the warmth of her makes him shiver, and not just with it. Looking at her, the way she reacts, his thumb, almost as if with a mind of its own, strokes over those open lips, smelling and tasting, if she does, of mint and a touch of leather as well. ]
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She pulls her tongue back and looks up at him, grey-blue eyes lidded as she tries to burrow closer to him. He’s built in all the right ways, feeling substantial in her arms.]
I’m… okay. But how… why do I feel this way? [ Her mind feels sluggish and slow, muddled by the warmth from his embrace. And it smells so damn - Oh. ] The perfume?
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The sensations of contact are just too... too much. He shivers as she asks that. ]
Yes. The drug is in the perfume. It could be worse. there are... more potent ones.
[ His eyes are dark as he meets her gaze again and his thumb gently strokes over her lips again, his fingers hot against her skin, which feels a shock of comfort against his hand. ]