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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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But his revelation had her visibly shocked. Whatever she was expecting it wasn't that. "You're a Jedi?!" She said with a raise of her eyebrow. "There aren't any left in my time-- but I guess we're all from all over. It's a pleasure to meet you though. My name is Jyn Erso."
He may or may not at least recognize her last name since her father was a well regarded and award winning scientist who lived on Coruscant for a time, studying kyber crystals like the one around her own neck, hidden under her scarf.
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"Yeah, I think you're right. Inspiration matters. If they're complacent and hopeless, they won't fight hard enough to get out." That's how slavery works, after all. He knows. He was never complacent, even as a child, but so many people were and are.
Her next words are like a shock to him. There aren't any left in my time. How the hell is that possible? There are thousands of Jedi, and they've existed for over a thousand years. None left? That doesn't make sense at all.
If only he really knew.
"There's no Jedi?" he asks, disbelief plain on his face. "That can't be possible. The Jedi Order has existed in the galaxy for...for a long time." Unless she's from some unimaginably far away point in the future? What!
"I'm Anakin Skywalker," he says. In his own time, he's a legend. In hers, about twenty years later, he's something else. But his name probably doesn't still exist outside the very few who still live who know the truth.
He may faintly recognise her name, but not enough to dwell on it. Anakin meets a lot of beings and hears about a lot more. There's some passing familiarity, but not much.
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"I don't know what happened. I was two when the Republic fell. I barely even remember Coruscant," she told him, knowing she wouldn't be able to answer how it all happened. What she did know was the Imperial Army moved in after, and things got tighter and stricter and harder.
"It's nice to meet a Jedi. My mother was a part of the Church of the Force," she told him. While belief in the Force had waned, and even she had trouble understanding it or knowing about it, she did believe. There had to be something out there that bind them all together. Of course she wasn't Force sensitive. Anyone was possible of marvelous feats, but she did have faith and hope in the Force.
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The words hit him like a plasma cannon. But how? How could they lose the war? He can’t accept that. He’s been haunted by prophecy his whole life, balance to the Force and all of that. He can’t lose the fucking war. That’s impossible. He refuses.
Anakin Skywalker isn’t going to entertain the possibility that they lose against the Separatists and their droids. They’ve been trying to kill him and Obi-Wan for years and have never succeeded. He landed half a ship! He killed Count Dooku! They’re so close.
So then what?
If they don’t lose, does the Republic fall in some distant future? The Chancellor can’t live forever. Even Anakin himself can’t do that.
Everything dies, Anakin Skywalker, he hears in his memory. Even stars. Even the Republic. Even the entire Order, someday.
It’s probably better for Jyn that she’s not Force sensitive, because Anakin can’t gather all the complicated things he’s feeling - anger, betrayal, disbelief, and his long-denied nemesis - and settle down. It’s a long minute before he speaks.
She must be from a far distant from future. That’s all he can accept. And so young when it happened that she probably can’t tell him what went on. He has to think about this. Preferably when he’s not nearly naked on a train.
“That’s a terrible thing to have gone through,” he says. “I’m sorry.” He cools his fear and anger into some hard faraway thing and manages to sound actually sympathetic, at least.
i see that bit of chest ani~
Her gaze dropped to her hands when he apologized. She swallowed hard, keeping her emotions at bay for the moment. "I lost everything when the Imperial Army came," she told him, her own anger bleeding into every word. "My father was an important scientist. They wanted him to work on one of their weapons. They don't take no for an answer."
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Her anger, at least, doesn’t confuse him in the slightest. He had hated the sand people for what they’d done to his mother, his only family, an emotional connection he was just expected to forget. He hates them still, though that was years ago and they’re all dead. His hate festers inside him, unacknowledged most of the time. He remembers it now, reminded by Jyn’s own pain.
“A weapon? Guess it was easier for this Imperial Army to force obedience.” He knows this type of thing, though of course neither of them can know just how close to it he is or will be. “Guess this city isn’t so different from that. Sounds to me like they’ll force obedience from us, too.”
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"They're no better than the Galactic Empire," Jyn confirmed. There was a resolution in her tone of voice. Already what she had experienced here was egregious enough, and it needed to be stopped. She thoroughly believed that, and she needed to do something about it. She couldn't go back to just existing in any world with glaringly obvious injustices. Not back home, and not here.
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"A weapon that can destroy planets? How can such a thing even exist?" He's suitably horrified by the implications. If you could destroy a planet, then you'd be unstoppable. He sort of understands the appeal of that kind of power, making sure you win, but...no, that's too many people. An entire planet doesn't deserve to die for something its leaders decided.
And anyway, that kind of technology, really? It seems entirely impossible.
Whatever this Galactic Empire is sounds pretty terrible. He's not sure what to think of any of this. So he turns back to Duplicity.
"This place...have people really not tried to revolt? Do you know?"
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But then the conversation switches back to this place, and how much needed to be done. She frowned, because it seemed bleak. Whoever was running this place knew what they were doing.
"I don't think there's an organized rebellion, not like what we have back home. There is a group called the Rubies, but they mostly just seem out for themselves which isn't surprising," she told him quietly, still aware of how public they are.
And then a beat. "I also heard about-- something else. It wasn't really a revolt, but meant to stop one from happening. It seems they cracked down even harder on the Dominant and submissive roles after."
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"I'd be interested to see these plans. I can't imagine what kind of energy you'd have to harness to do such a thing, kyber crystal or not." And kyber crystals weren't always stable. Who would even want such a weapon? Who could possibly even be cruel enough to use it?
If he only knew.
"Well, not all rebellions are well-organised." He thinks of Ahsoka trying to help a rebellion. He thinks of how much they weren't allowed to do, how he'd told her time and time again to rein in her feelings. It was good advice, but it's advice that he himself has trouble following. "A neutral group, though? You mean they exist outside of this dominant and submissive structure?" That does pique his interest; he wants to know how they manage it. He's not selfish enough to be in this only for himself, but he's not above working with the Rubies if that helps him help others.
He can be very ends justify the means.
"So it used to be different, but they got afraid people would rise against them?" That also piques his interest. If the people running this place are so scared of what their kidnapped population will do that they've had to try harder to keep them in line, well...that means that they must believe they can be beaten. Their belief that they can be beaten means they really can be, as far as Anakin is concerned. They just have to figure out how, and get enough people on board with an uprising. He's not good at the stealth kind of missions. He's good at assaults, and he's good at getting a lot of people to coalesce into something solid.
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And here she was offering them to him without knowing.
"I don't know everything about it. Just that the city took them to a place called Fort Harmony. But then they some how broke out? I haven't got all the details," she told him simply. "They had to rise up at least once. So if they did it once, we can get them to do it again."
We. She doesn't even realize she's said it, but her whole face lit up when she did. It was clear she had been thinking about this, trying to formulate how she felt and what she thought about what she could do. But having someone to bounce ideas off just made it feel like she could. Someone from home. A jedi no less. He would know what to do. He could help. The hope that was written on her face as she looked back in his eyes was brighter than anything she had felt so far in this hell hole.
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"Was this weakness designed to undermine it? To fight back against this oppressive government of yours? That seems like a risky choice, especially if its existence were discovered."
He's got a very good tactical mind and he's been fighting the Separatists for years. He can follow the thread well enough, though he's still having trouble even conceiving of a weapon like this. Kyber crystals can certainly cause destruction, but whole worlds! He still can't picture it.
"We should see if we can find anyone who was at this Fort Harmony place." He immediately accepts her we language. They're stronger together. Besides, she has more status, more freedom to move through this place and ask questions that Anakin himself cannot. He has to be more strategic than just thinking with his lightsaber. He hates that, because it's much easier just to fight. But he doesn't have his lightsaber on him (though it's with his things; he just hasn't found that out yet). Even if he did, he already experienced that they could interfere with his connection to the Force. Having an ally who's a Dominant seems to be an advantage.
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"I agree," she said with a quick nod before they announced that her stop was next. She stood and offered him her jacket once more. "You can give it to me when I see you again-- when we can talk a little more openly," she gave him a look. He at least knew her a little better now. They have formulated some sort of plan now. The least he can do is take her jacket.
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He hesitates for a second, because he is too proud for his own good, but he finally takes her jacket, more as a show of goodwill between them than because he needs it.
"Thanks," he says, which doesn't cost him anything now like it would have when she'd first offered, at least in his own mind. "I'll give it back to you good as new."
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"It was nice to meet you, Anakin," Jyn said softly with a light nod. "I'll see you soon. You can give it to me then."
And then the train slowed down, opening the door and allowing her to pass. She turned slightly to look over at him with a light smile. She paused for just a moment, feeling that hope rise back in her. It was good that they had met. She felt like she had direction again. And then she was off in a dash.