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TDM #31
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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY
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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 high-rise. 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 for all new and past arrivals. It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat. |
» » » ALL ABOARD
![]() After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. 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. |
« « « DEEP END
![]() (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex) It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves. Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over! While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well: In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame. Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles. Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here. For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst. |
» » » CREAMSICLE
![]() (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink) Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects. The menu: Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro! |
« « « NEW TRICKS
![]() (cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism) A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park. This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another. If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not. |
» » » MOD & OOC NOTES
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 the assignments are OOCly 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: If your character is a night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, they are a Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Blackbeard/Edward Teach | Our Flag Means Death | Dominant
Where to begin? Edward--no, Blackbeard -- had been drunk for a week. Waking up with a headache that could be from the liquor or grief, he wasn't sure which. Suppress it with more liquor, bark a few orders, close himself off from the world and let the darkness swallow him until he drifts off, rinse, repeat. They'd all blurred together, and when he'd found himself in some sort of shockingly alien facility being cleaned and prepped for something he'd been too fucked up to grasp the point of, he thought for a minute he'd finally done it. He finally lost his fucking mind.
Whatever they'd done to him, it sobered him up. Unfortunate.
With sobriety comes anger, and Blackbeard drops his own name enough times without receiving any sort of recognition that he resorts to physical violence. Of course he isn't stupid- it doesn't make much sense to threaten and maim when one is being given everything they've ever wanted... and suddenly he's faced with it; money, glamor, power, respect. They're rolling out the red carpets all for him and even though he's never seen technology on this level in his entire life, he'll take it. He just doesn't understand why he's here.
The high-rise building is a feat. He's given a key and told where to go, but when his guide leaves him alone, staring at the lift, he nearly loses his mind. He jumps on any resident that passes, blocking their path until he gets answers.
"Do they really expect us to climb that many stairs?"
ii. DEEP END
This place is a fucking dick circus. Frankly, he's sick of it.
Look, Edward Teach is as much of a hornball as any other man, but he has a brooding schedule to keep and 'mandatory fun' was not part of it.
The bathing suit he's been provided with is a joke. He might as well be nude. Actually, he'd prefer it. He doesn't feel any sort of shame about his body despite the heavy scarring on his abdomen from multiple stab wounds, and nearly the rest of him is covered in tattoos. His long salt-and-pepper hair hangs in his face, which has been stripped of it's beard, but is already growing back with gusto. A shame. It'd hide how absolutely miserable he looks.
Also a shame, because a few weeks ago Edward would have been giggling and kicking his feet over the sight of the dick-coral-reef at the bottom of the pool. Even if he wanted to let himself try and enjoy it, he thinks about the sort of person he'd enjoy it most with and makes himself feel sick. Fuck it, maybe he could use the rebound.
He reaches for a bottle of the complimentary sunscreen at the same time as someone else does. He's never needed the stuff before, but it smells pretty good, so...
"I was here first, dickfuck."
iii. CREAMSICLE
The words Ice Cream Sandwich are calling his name. He doesn't know what that is but it sounds amazing, and when it's handed to him he can feel his pupils literally dilate.
Let it be known that Blackbeard, history's greatest pirate, loves a sweet treat.
No sooner does he gobble it down than his eyes lock onto a stranger... and he feels himself drawn in. He slides closer like a current carried him there, does he know this person? He suddenly feels like he might.
"Between me and you I bet we could take that guy," he motions to the ice cream truck, a sudden heist plan forming in his mind. "You know how to steer that thing?" he asks, because he doesn't even know what a truck is, let alone associate that word with the thing. All he knows is he could go for seconds, and pirating the whole damn thing sounds like a fun first date.
iv. WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure or DM me and we'll make something up together. ]
Re: Creamsicle (Avalon, OC, dominant)
“I have magic.” Avalon eyes the vehicle, having watched humans drive before, but never done it themself. They turn to Edward. “I am also a fast learner. Do you want to steal the truck?” They have not tasted any ice cream yet, but this could be a chance to test their abilities.
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Edward squints a bit, leaning in to speak in a hushed voice. Wouldn't want anyone to overhear their scheming. "Now when you say magic, you mean?"
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::Telepathy,:: Avalon answers with their mental voice rather than their physical one, ::and shapeshifting.:: They have not tested the Rift or their ability to share bodies here, and now does not seem like a good time to do so.
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It takes him maybe a full minute, all things considered.
"How the fuck did you do that?!"
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They wait to feel their mind connect to his without the fog of the Rift between them, but he does not. He may not be able to, if he lacks magic of his own.
::Being a telepath is part of my type of magic. There are other types in my world, but all of us are telepaths. It seems to make it easier to stay hidden.::
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"Knock that shit off-" he grunts, shaking his head, "Only understood a fraction of that anyway. Definitely not fuckin' hype to have you in there."
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They pull back from his mind, away from the surprise and confusion building there. As the man in the truck glances up, they grasp Edward’s wrist and lead him around the corner. “Neither of us know how to drive.”
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"Lot of fucking good that does us. " he snaps in response. This is not how he wanted this to go.
i. arrival;
He's just coming in from the street himself, dressed in a three piece suit despite the heat: a colorful plaid with an open collar, more of a suggestion of a cravat rather than a real tie. Two revolvers hang from his belt holsters and he's finishing up a message on his device when he senses more than sees a figure block his path.
He stops, looking casual despite the fact that his hands immediately go to his trouser pockets... putting them in very close proximity to his guns, if need be. But the question thankfully filters through his mind quickly and he immediately breaks into a warm, understanding smile.
"Oh, no. Trust me, this is luxury. This is not where they get you." Jesper takes two long strides sideways towards the lift, pressing the Up button. It lights up with a gentle ding and the lanky Submissive leans against the wall, facing the man. It will be a short wait, so he's not trying to get comfortable.
"Did you just arrive?"
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He lets himself breathe and watches with curiosity as the button is pressed and the lift is called. He follows him inside, half-scowling at their surroundings. It'll definitely take him a moment to get over the stark difference in atmosphere.
"Luxury isn't something I'm usually extended." he mutters as he takes the other's cue and leans against an opposite wall. "But yeah, I guess so. We dead or something?"
Maybe he'd wished he was a bit too often.
Wildcard ✨
There is, of course, one definite con to being dragged here. Right when he’d made the decision of how he’d live his life (and who he’d live it with) once and for all, the chance to set out and make it happen had been wrenched from him. He’s spent more than his fair share of time grappling with the possibility that he might never see one particular man again. Not his soulful brown eyes, not his salt and pepper hair or his crooked, mischievous smile…
… until he does.
He’d think it was a mirage, but he’s been poolside long enough now to know that’s not a thing. Stede sits up in his chair, blinking as he stares across the water at a familiar silhouette. He hasn’t even truly grappled with the implications before he’s moving, wending his way around the other denizens of Duplicity and towards the one face he’s wanted to see every day since… well. Since he saw it last.
“Edward?”
He calls out the name soon as he’s sure he’s in earshot. It doesn’t occur to him to think about how he looks: the pale blue shirt patterned with flowers of all colors, hanging open over a pair of swim trunks. He hadn’t been quite brave enough for the more revealing option, but it’s still a lot more leg than he’d have shown back home.
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Probably wouldn't matter, he's already in hell.
Has to be, because he's suddenly hearing the voice of a man he
stillonce loved in his brain, haunting him. And now he's seeing him, shirt open and legs bare (nevermind the fact that Edward himself is wearing the tightest and skimpiest black speedo available).Well, well, well. Look who else has died and found himself in penis hell. Edward always knew the day he was pulled down to his watery grave he'd need to face all the men he'd wronged, he just imagined that hell wouldn't be so dick-focused. But of course penis-hell wouldn't be hell without Stede there to torment him. Wonderful.
He glares in Stede's direction. An almost how dare you sort of expression, if he could just muster the words. After a moment, he shakes his head, then, raising his voice enough to be heard over the revelry around them, answers.
"You don't get to use that name anymore."
Where the fuck is his knife when he needs it?
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He’d both hoped for and dreaded that Ed might appear here one day: dreaded because who wants to be stuck in a place like this, and hoped because Stede is, inherently, a selfish creature. And more than anything else in the world, he’d wanted to see Ed again.
And now here Ed is, looking at him with more anger than Stede thinks he’s ever seen on the man’s face. Which makes sense, when he takes more than two seconds to actually consider it. He has no idea what happened that night. Stede had left without a word.
“I…” He swallows hard, searching Ed’s face and finding only that same glare reflected back at him. “That’s your name. What else am I supposed to call you?”
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"It's fucking Blackbeard!" he snarls. Ludicrous. Stede knows who he is... or has he forgotten? Had he stopped being Blackbeard to Stede the minute that he stopped being useful to him? The thought makes his blood boil.
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“Oh, Edward.” He says it softly, the words almost no more than an exhale. “What happened to you?”
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"You." he gasps, finally, watching Stede with bewilderment. Stede Bonnet happened to him. He came into his life in a whirlwind, stole his fucking heart, made him weak for him, and then crushed it in his handsome fucking hands.
"You left me on that fucking pier." he says once the laughter is gone from his lungs. Eyes wide and intense, he can feel them burning as he tries to keep them dry. Stede's hurt is as obvious as it is delicious. Edward wants him to hurt. Wants him to feel even a fraction of what he'd felt sitting there, alone.
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You defile beautiful things.
You've even managed to bring history's greatest pirate to ruin.
Chauncey Badminton was right. He feels it with a sickening certainty right down to his bones. He's staring right at the proof of it, isn't he? Proof dressed in a criminally small swimsuit, to be fair, but proof nonetheless. It's really absurd that they're having this conversation here and now, like this. For a moment, he considers staggering back from the blow. Leaving, taking time to compose himself. His foot even slips back by half an inch.
And then he stops. Rallies himself. No more running.
"I know." He swallows back a lump in his throat, meeting Edward's eyes. The pain in them... god, he can see it.
"Let me explain. Please."
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What he really hadn't anticipated was Stede admitting he'd fucked up. The response snaps Edward out of whatever horny rage he'd been in and replaces it with curious rage. He does want to hear the explanation... and that's precisely the problem. Stede is here before him, shining like a beacon. But Edward knows as well as anyone that you're supposed to avoid lighthouses, lest you crack up on the rocks.
Edward inhales a sharp breath, ready to tell Stede to fuck off, but what comes out isn't what he'd intended.
"You get five minutes."
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“Should we move somewhere more private then? And…” He can’t help the way his eyes dart down, taking in the sight of Ed in full. He’d been so struck by seeing him at all at first that he’d barely processed the outfit. Or the lack of one. The man is practically naked and seemingly lathered up in that sun cream people have been going on about, skin fairly glistening in the sun, and he looks… good. Better than good. Except that isn’t the point, and he needs to focus. He tears his gaze away and back up into more neutral territory.
“Should we get you a towel? Or something to, uh… cover you up a bit.” He hopes any heat on his face could easily be blamed on a light sunburn. He’d opted to sit in the shade rather than lather up after all.
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"Make a decision, Bonnet, before I get more frustrated than I already am."
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“Alright. I’ll just… we’ll do it here, then.” He nods, taking a deep breath to bolster his courage. One chance to explain himself and at least start to make things right. No pressure at all.
He starts at the moment Chauncey woke him with a gun to his head, explaining how he’d been walked into the trees. “He wanted revenge for his brother,” he explains, leaving out the rest of the man’s accusations. The way Stede ruins all he touches. His monstrous nature. If he were a better man, he’d not say it so as to not guilt Ed into forgiveness—but really, it’s shame that keeps the words out of his mouth.
“But then he went to shoot, and he… well.” An unfortunate accident, but one that had left Stede free to go wherever he’d like.
Now this is the hard part.
“I knew I had a choice then, and I…” He sighs, the sound uneven, rough with emotion. “When we had made our plan, I should have told you then. I wasn’t as sure of it as you, not by half. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mary. The kids. What might have happened to them, and I knew… I knew you’d be alright without me. Better off, even. So I decided then that I’d go back. Pick up where I left off. So that’s… what I did.” He hurries on, wanting to get to the part that, he hopes, will soften that blow.
“But then I…”
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Should we wrap this one up here? The two of them mutually pining
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Kim's eyes dart over to the ice-cream truck and then back to Edward.
"In theory. I've never operated a truck and I'm still not entirely confident with modern motor-cars."
Though he still is quite sure he won't be going along with what the man is proposing, Kim looks interested nonetheless. Amused, maybe.
"Do you have a plan?"
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A plan, well, was still being formulated. Edward Teach is the world's greatest tactician, but that came from years of experience tracking, patterning, and understanding his world. This one, he doesn't know at all.
"Still in the works." he admits, "We're in the development phase."
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Kim still very much isn't sure that he'll be taking part in any criminal activity. But that doesn't mean he won't encourage elaboration. (And if push comes to shove, he could probably try to argue that he was required to take part. Edward is a dominant, after all.)