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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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It was pretty perfect [ aaaalmost reluctantly admitted. Those were passible words, but then Harley yanks him closer and for a split second his bright green eyes go wide and owlish. Come on John, aren't you over your stupid crush? Didn't you put an end to that already? ]
Oh-- uh, sure? [ a few nervous chuckles. It's hard to think about things other than that she smells good and her skin is so pale and--]
I really like your tattoos [ the wattage on his grin is quite glaring; his followers used to cover themselves in tattoos for him, so, maybe he's developed an eye for ink.
There's not much to John in this state of undress; yeah he has the red lipstick and the long purple trench coat but that's all at home in a box, and only brought out for his horrible attempts at vigilante-ing.
His frankly boring shirt reads 'Ask me about my scars' ]
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and maybe she's feeling a little bruised herself after the last few weeks of crying on her couch in her favorite onesie and throwing knives at a taped-up photo on the wall, but part of her really, really wants to take all that anger and channel it into having some fun for a change.
and this — using him to deliver some real hurt — would be a hell of a lot of fun. ]
Oh, yeah? Guess you can see most of 'em now. [ and where she's also done a poor homemade job of crossing out the ones attached to a certain person who shall not be named; she takes a step back, still holding onto his hand, and lifts their shared grasp above her head, using it to twirl herself slowly while maintaining that almost bone-crushing grip. ]
Get a nice, good look while you're at it. [ is she toying with him? abso-freakin'-lutely, but she can't pretend it doesn't feel good to make him stammer. ]
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So, getting hurt for Harley's amusement? Not new. So at least there's that? ]
Y-yeah. Yup. They're. Uh-- nice
[ Wanna use that fancy greymatter, John? He's an actual genius when he's not being a naive idiot. Finally some neurons start firing and he catalogs every piece and every self-correction and rides the spiraling deductions. ]
Looks like someone got on your bad side [ He tilts his gaze pointedly to a crossed out 'puddin''. ] Probably some idiot, right? [ slight self depreciation, slight unease. Are they real, or only what he wants to show? Based off his own story, John knows he did plenty to enrage his hammer-swinging-warrior-woman, but obviously, things for her played out a little different. Curiouser, and curiouser.
Yeah, maybe he ought to just take one giant step back and peace from the situation, but. When has he ever done that when it comes to a pair of pretty blue eyes and a penchant for violence? ]
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Nice? [ her voice drops, infused with a tone that's got as much steel as her favorite swinging bat — and for the briefest of moments, he wouldn't be paranoid if he thought she was going to react poorly to that word choice —
but then just like that, she brightens, like an invisible switch has been flipped on her mood, and finally relinquishes her crushing grip on his hand as she turns one leg at the knee, indicating the carefully crossed out name on one thigh and the spot where a PUDDIN has been inelegantly turned into PUDDINg cups on the other. ]
Yeah, well. He's old news. [ and she won't be launching into any details on how that ended, with her being tossed out the front door like a sack of pure garbage; if anyone asks, she's the one who ended things, emancipated herself from that manipulative piece of shit.
ultimately she waves one hand in a dismissive, vague curling of her wrist. ] I'm ready to move on from all that. Enjoy bein' my own woman. Live life to the fullest. Do whatever the hell I want. Whoever I want. [ and then she waggles her eyebrows at him, touching her tongue to the edge of a growing smirk. ]
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Really nice-- the best, I mean, that I've seen. My friends... they all got tattoos too. Yours are definitely better
[ John shut up you're babbling. He clamps his jaw, smothering down a spell of nervous laughter. At the same bloody time he wants to run away and follow her everywhere. And of course her Joker did something awful to her because he turned his Harley over to the police ( Because multi-verse logic? ) so maybe this wasn't the smartest idea...
... but then she's flirting with him and John really hopes the heat on his face won't show through the stark white of his skin. It doesn't. Usually. So, okay-- being an Alt! of her Joker doesn't completely kill his chances of being able to follow her around like a lovesick puppy. Good to know. ]
Preach! And hey, you've... always been your own woman, far as I've known
[ John lies like he breathes but this is actually an absolute truth. Harley was the one that convinced him to leave Arkham. Harley was the true leader of The Pact. And she had zero problem taking down anyone in her way. The only reason John got to her is because she already trusted him. ]
So I'm pretty damn sure you've got it in ya'
[ He grins whilst flashing an encouraging thumbs up. ]