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duplicitymemes2020-01-12 10:22 pm
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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!! |
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[ She looks tired of this — because she is. ]
God jizz is no better than human jizz, unless getting godlike powers for about a month is either your kink or something you want. But actually swallowing it is...
[ She sighs. Honestly she still gets a little angry when she thinks about the fact that she had to do that. Why is Fillory garbage? Why are gods such pieces of shit? ]
Disappointing. You'd think it'd taste better.
[ Ugh god don't think about that move on move on. ]
So how did your wife die? I'm guessing it was traumatic. What would be the point of all of this if she died peacefully in her sleep?
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His expression turned stiff, having to repeat something that he didn't like talking about... the majority of the sentiment around. ]
The easy answer would be in a car accident. But you're right, it's not that simple. The uncondensed version would be in a car accident that was orchestrated by my father who I never knew, turns out he's a god, Odin--who saw if fit to have said accident occur while she was blowing my so called best friend--husband to her best friend. Bit him clean off and his wife took liberties with that when she buried him. Back to the accident, it was a handful of days before I was finally getting out from a three year prison sentence.
[ Shadow left out how his cheating wife orchestrated the failed job that landed him in prison, more than likely his father being responsible for that factor too. All the above was spoken bitterly and he figured the blonde would excuse herself but he waited for her to say as much. ]
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I've never met Odin, but I'm sure he's as much of a jerk as that story alone makes it out to be.
[ The only god she's liked is Julia, and she may not be a god anymore. Shit's weird. ]
I'm sorry about your wife. The cheating part, and the dying part.
[ For all that she's quite dead inside, she still does feel, and so she looks genuine as she tells him that. Quentin wasn't perfect — he'd even cheated, though only once and kind of because he and the others were drunk — but she still loved him. She had then, and she does now.
Relationships are complicated. ]
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[ Was there alcohol around? Shadow wasn't sure he could endure sharing this story much more while sober. At least the blonde was receptive and empathetic. He tried to straighten and shake off the weight that his truth had on him, poorly. ]
Thanks. ...I'm sorry a god put you through what your shirt says. I don't believe in lumping anyone into a category but I've disliked more than liked the ones I've met. They aren't all bad though. I've met a couple goddesses who were kind. Are kind.
[ And some who left him really unsettled. But he'd talked about enough depressing shit for one encounter. ]
I'm Shadow, by the way. Shadow Moon.
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It sounds like Shadow Moon gets that. ]
Yours is worse. [ She shrugs, meant to dismiss her embarrassing but otherwise not too weird story. ]
Alice Quinn. I've only ever met one god I like, and she's not a god anymore. She wasn't a god to begin with, so I guess that makes her even.
[ What is she even saying. Poor Julia. She didn't even get to make the choice herself. ]
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[ Shadow dipped his head and lifted the paper and pen in his hand as if to toast a greeting to her. ]
That sounds like one hell of a story. [ He commented about the god Alice knew. Shadow wasn't comfortable in making comparisons between what they suffered. It seemed like a violation, what she went through. And as much as it hurt to lose Laura, he couldn't help but think that without the accident, he never would've found out about her affair. ]
This place has been good for one thing; forgetting about shit back from where I was before arriving.
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I don't wanna forget anything. [ Solemnly. Forgetting Quentin is dead— that would mean forgetting Quentin altogether, and she can't. She couldn't. Her life is better because of him. He saved her so many times.
She shakes her head. ] That's not a judgment on you. You do what you need to. I just— I need to remember.
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I think more people around are like you; they don't want to forget about where they came from.
[ His smile faltered but kept an overall friendly disposition. ]
This place even gifted us a memory to visit. Bottled up in a small glass vial.