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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I inhale all those permanent markers in the third grade? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

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Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B At the Crystarium Moonports is a new family restaurant called Grapplebears, here to serve your favorite dishes from all around the galaxy at affordable prices! The menu ranges from the atomically hot and spicy Chamakshalan curry rice, delectable dragonsaur steak served with mashed space-tatoes, to the sweet and creamy Lunatian milkshakes that bring all the boys to the yard, all prepared by their handsome and huggable bear crew.

As you might have noticed, the restaurant staff is a ragtag group with members from planets unknown to both Prismals and Moonblessed. The waiters and waitresses in particular are tall, muscular, leather-clad bears who take your order by whipping you with a special riding crop that compels you to bark out your order — but only if you ask to be, of course! They might induce you to reveal other unrelated interests so make sure you’re not thinking about anything embarrassing!

If you chat up the staff or customers, you learn more about the restaurant’s origins. The bears say their planets* were also wiped by the Calamity hundreds of years ago, and life for them has been difficult for them since then…

*Further information about these planets is unavailable at this time.

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The last vestiges of Geistnacht have officially passed and the first chilly autumn breeze ushers in the new season. The city is awash in giant piles of browning leaves that decorate every walkway.

A To deal with the mass collection of fallen leaves, many buildings across the city have been retrofitted with a new disposal system to help clean up. A sprawling network of automated vacuum tubes around the city will efficiently suck all those pesky leaves right up. While children love playing inside and using them to “teleport” around Lunatia, they have also been known to spontaneously suck up anyone who’s not too careful. You may find yourself falling on some hapless bystander on their afternoon walk, or crammed in a tube with your new neighbors. Lunar Scientia officials warn everyone to be careful of where you walk, else you might need to crawl your way to sweet freedom.

B A pop-up shop in Level 1 is attracting much of the locals' attention, run by a peddler who speaks in a low, elongated hiss and wears a hood over his face. He assures you that his face is of no consequence. What is more important is his selection of wares! In contrast to his cloaked, enigmatic appearance, his travel cart is a Barbie pink explosion of frills, hearts, glitter. He will tell all visitors he comes from the Valley of the Crimson Serpents, which Prismals and older Moonblessed arrivals find odd. Wasn’t the Sanguis moon uninhabitable?

Among the peddler’s wares are adorable, wide-eyed and heavily perfumed dolls in all sorts of clothes a child dreaming of rainbows and tea parties could ever ask for. Hug and squeeze a doll, and you will be greeted by a pre-recorded voice telling you how they’re your bestest friend ever. It’s like they were made for lovin’ you! But if you look away for one moment, you can almost swear you hear a snake’s hiss, its long tongue licking the shell of your ear… The next time you see the doll, its body will be in a slightly different position or location. Is it… following you? Fortunately, a minimal amount of moonlacing will make it leave you alone. You can wait it out too, but why would you?

Destroy a doll and it will later reappear wherever you are when you least expect it, good as new, but leaking from their porcelain heads is a strange pink, glitter-covered liquid. The peddler calls it the “love juice” giving the doll an extra dose of affection for you.

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Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

As autumn paints Lunatia with its golden hues, pumpkin decorations and desserts are now in vogue. This is thanks to Chroma-infused pumpkin seeds, which allow them to rapidly grow in all sorts of sizes, shapes, and colors. The Moonblessed are invited to visit one of the largest pumpkin patches in the city housed within the Greatmoon Groves, where they can enjoy the sight of oversized, colorful neon and sparkling semi-phallic pumpkins, expertly carved to greet you with their buck-toothed smiles.

A The pumpkin patch is full of toddler-sized creatures called hugbugs. When they are not tending to the pumpkins, they follow the Moonblessed around, requesting hugs and treats in exchange for their obedience.

Reward them and they will do simple errands for you and give you compliments. They will also be your personal hype men, talking up your strengths, talents, and physical assets to all those special someones you’re trying to impress. Once you earn their trust, they will be your friends for life!

Ignore them, hurt them, or bully them, and they will cry and place a curse upon you, reducing your self-esteem to nothing and magically forcing you to cry along with them. The effects of the curse may last for up to a week if you’re not careful! But how could you do such a thing? The hugbugs are sensitive and want somebody to love.

B If you manage to survive your encounter with the hugbugs, you are welcome to join in on the Prismal knitting group and enjoy creating your own fanciful scarf made of Galadrian thread, which is known for its bright, golden sheen and aromatic properties. Give it to a friend or wear it yourself, and you will notice a strange ability to attract animals and insects of all kinds. Live out your Disney Princess fantasy! Or a Hitchcockian nightmare. It’s all a matter of perspective as a whole flock of honking birds comes bounding towards you.

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[Kirishima maybe would have been distracted by Gintoki's prattling on if he'd thought to slow down and evesdrop, but he's on a walk with his dog right now and this is one of the first times he's been able to take Bombom out without something weird happening...like jellyfish taking over the city. Be it far from him to expect any sort of real reprieve though as he's suddenly grabbed and pulled over, causing the pomeranian to be lightly tugged back along with him.

Bombom proceeds to busy himself with sniffing at Gintoki's pants while Kirishima gets brought up to speed...sort of.]

Uhh, well...once you get a place here you can kinda make it look like anythin' you want. Don't ask me how it works, some kinda technology the Prismals got...but if you wanted a whole JUMP library you could probably do that if you had enough Chroma to spend. Gettin' stuff from home like that's gonna probably cost a lot though.

[Even if this guy's royalty, he's gonna have to hold a lot of hands to get what he's asking for.]

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[Jim, on the other hand, was doing an excellent job at saving his Chroma up. It's because he had a pesky voice in his head saying that being kidnapped to another dimension is not an excuse to party like he's still at the academy. That voice is Leonard McCoy, and it is persistent. Still, he is trying to be patient as he figures out the next steps, and this isn't his first kidnapping, so he's calmer than he ordinarily would be.

He's been trying out new foods and charming everyone within his sightline. It's been a while since he got to shed the Captain badge and go around in civvies. He hears someone snapping and glances over. There's no hesitation by the time she explains why and he saunters over to her, offering his hand.] How much juice are you talking? I've been to planets where offering hugs lead to international incidents and executions, so, just being thorough. [For now it's just his hand.]

[Virus just smiles impishly at the guess but doesn't answer directly, even though the glint in his eyes is coy. It's like he's purposefully waiting for Noiz to make his own assumptions or ask more questions.]

Do you not agree? When the body becomes accustomed to pain it has less and less of an effect... So isn't it logical to find other options? There are so many more ways to elicit the same response and more without hitting someone.

[Someone seated at a table close by overhears that and turns to peer at the surprised person.]

It's exactly as they say.

A spirit?

[ that's... new. no one has ever really questioned what he is, but then again, after being transported to a strange world, he shouldn't find it all too surprising that someone might have never seen an erune before. ]

I was born like this. [ another bad habit: he almost calls himself a monster, but he manages to stop himself. ] They call my kind Erune where I'm from.

[ now, he finally looks at the hugbug in wei wuxian's arms. ]

... What is that?

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[That's right. They never actually met Penny. They knew of her from Ruby, and of course witnessed her fights at the arena.

He gives a nod while Tadashi sits next to his feet, panting with an excitedly wagging tail.]

Lie Ren, from Team JNPR.

[She looks... utterly unimpressed. Why shouldn't she? 'Rare gem' her very fine Twili derriere.
Except as she's getting a better look at him, something... seems... off.

...Where's his armour? The head piece, too intricate for his deserving? The skin that's kind of like this olive green that looks awful? ...Did he grow more facial hair?

Hand at her chin, her gaze is so intense that she could practically bore holes into him. No. It can't be. It looks like him, but it isn't...? It's like it would be him if he were a normal man, which just irritates Midna all the further.

But she has to ask. And her questions are more important than his own, but she'll answer him anyway.]

I'm conducting research. You don't know me? Don't recognise me in any way? You don't recall any trips across a meadow or into a dark realm where you convinced a fish mask to usurp a throne?

[Yes. She's very professional.]

[he opts not to answer the questions aloud. Finding wording that doesn't implicate his unique condition or reveal too much in general is hard. Instead he purses his lips, mulling Virus's words over and over through his mind. Is that how pain tolerance works? He only recently learned about it early this month. that those with high pain tolerance barely notice the pain, barely even feel it. That sounds lame. Wouldn't it be better to have the best of both worlds? Wherein you feel it but can still function properly despite the intensity. That's how it is when he plays Rhyme. The illusions of pain course through him, but don't affect his ability to stand firm and keep fighting without an ounce of hesitation, always radiating brutality and coldness against his opponent.]

...Is that an open challenge for anyone to take up, then? To elicit that response from you?

[it's absolutely true, who needs a defense stat anyway???]

It's appreciated.

[...]

I have a question for you, if you're willing to answer. What happened during those five years?

[He wouldn't be surprised if Seteth doesn't want to answer. If Seteth won't, then he'll see what he can pry out of the others. He has a general idea of what is supposed to happen, of course, but knowing the specifics can only be beneficial.]

...do you need someone to speak with about your troubles.

[LIKE OKAY THE HUGBUGS ARE OVERBEARING AND HE'LL SLIP THEM A LITTLE BIT OF CANDY TO SEE IF THEY'LL GET OFF THIS POOR MAN'S CASE, but look. he's been dealing with fucked up kids for years it's very difficult to figure out if someone's being hyperbolic or if someone is actually suffering from, like, a single utterance.]

[your existence is confusing. ouch. with each question, Osomatsu gets more angry, his face going red.

finally, he snaps]

How dense are you? Don't you have a past self, too?

[now he's breaking the fourth wall. great]

Oh dear, that does sound like a good way for someone to get stabbed in their sleep!

[But given how flippant he is, he probably doesn't think that will actually happen. Or he just doesn't care. Either way.

It's the question that gets a smirk, something that's not nearly as laid-back as he's been the entire conversation. It's not irritated or angry, but it's sharp in a way that's a bit unusual.]

That's a good question, isn't it? Everything I've worked so hard for is all tied up back in Terca Lumireis... [A dramatic sigh.] Whatever shall I do with myself here? Oh dear...

[A nonanswer, but that's probably exactly what Yuri's expecting. Yeager is, as always, a pain and it might actually kill him to be straightforward.]

( he is a cat of few words, and by design — even this many, as plainly laid-out as they had been, makes him feel apprehensive. typically he fears being misunderstood, being ridiculed, or being the recipient of anger should he have said the wrong thing. here, he is not so worried about these things (well, except maybe the ridicule, but that would probably happen regardless of whether he said anything or not). he just feels as though if he continues to remain silent, the problem will neither go away, resolve itself, or crystallize into any form of understanding.

he gets the sense of what the fingers tangling in his hair again mean. he is cautious, then, keeping him held where he is, trying to maintain whatever tiny bit of control he can in the situation. it's a tiny sliver of control that he almost immediately loses. cain's unoccupied hand locks onto his own, reversing the gesture, and before his brain can even catch up to try to figure out what to do, how he might escape, he's leaned forward to force their lips together. in a certain way, it feels more like a punch in the mouth than anything else — asato bristles further, a low and confused sound in his throat. he can't escape, not with the restraining hand at the back of his head, and certainly not with cain's teeth sinking into his lip hard enough to send a twinge of pain lancing through him, but not quite hard enough to break the skin. to this, asato doesn't really respond, not beyond a sharp intake of breath through his nose, a brief and vain struggle nowhere, and a rigidity to his form that would make a brick wall proud.

though something odd occurs to him at the sensation of cain's tongue against his lips, something echoing back to their first altercation. it causes asato's brows to knit together faintly, his attention oddly fixated on his mouth even after he had broken away to reestablish the scant amount of space between them. that's right — it had been slick, smooth. weird. the tongues of ribika are, like cats, rough. it's a strange thing to become so sharply aware of in a situation like this, but it nonetheless sticks in his mind like a thorn for a few seconds before he looks back up to recapture cain's gaze, a little fazed but not necessarily embarrassed.

it doesn't necessarily bother him for the reasons one might assume. the comments a few days ago had angered him because they had been possessive, posturing, violent; it had been just another extension of a fight that asato, as always, assumed was life-and-death. but if he's serious... he just thinks it's bizarre. are humans just like this? such a thing had always seemed so much more cut-and-dry among ribika, but being beholden to cycles of heat probably forces a species to adjust in such a way. so, say asato is at least giving him the benefit of the doubt, which is probably visible enough in how the bare loathing in his eyes was slowly replaced with cautious calculation. what the fuck did that mean? he's just... never really been in this sort of situation. not for lack of wanting, but, well. no cat in kira would have made such an advance, nor suffer one from him. it leaves him in the uncomfortable place of having no frame of reference to fall back on.

but, in situations like these, asato does what any stupid young man would do: stop thinking, follow his instinct.

but first, to settle a misunderstanding: ) I owe you nothing. ( a slashed arm is payment for a pulled tail. just because the fool human didn't have any idea what that felt like didn't mean it didn't happen. he readjusts his grip on cain's shirt, pushing him forward but not necessarily away — he steps forward with it, and keeps marching him backwards, shouldering the two of them through the throng of people that had been passing around them and a short distance away into a far less-busy backstreet. he lets him go then, simply and without further roughing, wary of the hand still tangled in his hair.

he huffs a breath through his nose. ) Best me, then. But, ( he holds up one clawed finger, ) do not pull my tail. ( in return, he raises his hands; he retracts his claws, offering his own part of the bargain. if cain would overlook his innate weakness, asato would put aside his natural advantage.

he cants his head ever-so-slightly to one side, wary, waiting for an answer. )

Alright.

[He has a bad feeling about this, but since the lady said he could, the consequences probably aren't so dire. With a shrug, he ambles over to the doll and rips its head from its body with brute strength. A pink, glittery liquid bleeds out of its orifices.]

Ugh, gross. [He drops the doll parts, wipes the pink blood off his pants and turns around.] Well, that's over—

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What?!

[Yan Qing backs up against the elevator wall in his surprise. The doll reappears behind 2B, fully reassembled and wet with pink liquid around the neck.]

Damn, that thing's more cursed than I thought... Doncha know an exorcist or—or a cultivator or something?

Just a moment, dear, I'll have you free soon...

[That's not exactly helpful, but it does give Iri a better look at what's keeping the the obi in there, since it's not just suction. It's gotten wedged on a branch the tube sucked in, and if she can just reach in and...

Well, her threads are probably safer. She calls a few of those up and sends them in to avoid being sucked in arms-first. This works pretty well, and she quickly liberates the sash from its captivity, letting the branch fly off into the tube and pulling Sakura free.]

Ah! There we are! Let's... back away a bit, shall we Miss Matou?

( he doesn't even know what "wife" means! and even if he did, how did that happen? he doesn't think he agreed to anything. he just fell into a man's arms after being put on spin cycle through a vacuum tube for something like five minutes. a lot has happened in the last fifteen minutes for this cat, and merlin rambling on and on about a bunch of stuff he doesn't understand at all is not helping things.

there is something buried deep in wild animals' brains which, after hundreds of years, has told them to be wary of certain things being too good to be true. those things are often traps, and whatever creature gets trapped, dies. so the animals whose instincts told them to stay away continued on to pass it onto their offspring. it has been hundreds if not thousands of years since the world that sisa is a part of hosted mankind, and yet ribika still have a wariness about them.

but, at the end of the day, what is he offering? some more pets and scratches, and a meal? that's already a lot for asato to refuse, especially at the scent of his favorite food (most likely cooked meats, of some type) wafts through the air. and if the stranger ends up overstepping his bounds, he can always just slash his face.

(oh, it's a good thing asato doesn't actually know that merlin is a magician, because that simple fact would have changed everything here.)

merlin watches him expectantly, and asato leans back a bit and hums; after a long moment, he dips his head and says it, though certainly in a way that makes it sound like he is very unaccustomed to doing so: ) ...Please.

[Yuri gives a short laugh.] What, you don't mind me and Repede playing third and fourth wheel here? More to the point, you might wanna ask your girlfriend before you offer something like that.

[He does seem like a nice kid, though. And it'll just be somewhere to sleep more than somewhere he'll be spending a lot of time, so...]

Still, if she doesn't mind, I'll take you up on it. At least for now.

( he quickly pulls himself off of ye xiu, attempting to glare actual daggers into him instead of the purely figurative kind. with a half-growl and half-huff, leaks shakes his head quickly. his ears fluff up for a moment before immediately folding back. )

No. I am not. It is not my fault whatever magic that deposited me into your arms caused it. If anything, you may be the instigator.

( accusingly, leaks points a clawed finger directly at the man's chest. )

So why did you summon me here?

( he doesn't like the answer, but not even leaks enjoys responding with something that flimsy and without confidence. to stick to a plan that he isn't sure is worth following--- leaks can't be entirely correct about everything, and assumptions can be just as dangerous as non-answers. still, how else is he supposed to respond to asato and why does he feel the faintest bit guilty about giving him nothing when he doesn't feel obliged to in the first place? )

I do not know. ( again, he repeats it. ) Would you rather I lie and say that I did or did not? ( asato couldn't even fathom the complications of why it's necessary to dislike konoe, why his mere existence wounds him despite there being no distinct presence of said cat? it would be much easier to just say that he simply hates and move on.

but no, he continues to pull and pluck until asato is almost bereft of yarn. )

I am not like the rest, surely you know that. ( he's always held himself to a standard that no normal cat could reach. but now leaks has to think about whether he hates asato, whether the anger that he felt that one day could extend out to touch this dark furred cat whose eyes are a stark contrast to his own.

no, he can be sympathetic. their situations aren't that far apart. )

I do not hate you.

( and leaks brings one of the pieces of yarn back, above asato's head and a little outside of his reach. he dangles it, hopefully making it look tantalizing. )

I would rather you hate me.

[Yuri's ever-present smirk drops to something more serious.]

Maybe you should have a good long think about it. Who knows, maybe you could have a career change into something besides a warmongering asshole.

[He won't expect much, however. This guy isn't Raven, and if he changes, it'll be because his old way of life won't benefit him here. Yuri collects his sword again, but only because he's turning to leave. Before he does, though, he realises he should mention something:]

Alexei was wrong, you know. About Zaude. He really screwed things up.

[What is it with the boys she knows and being such perfect gentlemen around her? Amazing. Regardless, he offers her arm and it's like something straight out of a movie scene, but she manages to quell her giggling as she links her arm through his and lets him lead her wherever he wants to go.]

Yeah, definitely! And anyway, you're a pretty quick learner, right, Okuyasu? So if we both work on it together, I'm sure it'll come out all right!

[Wow, Larry. Getting ahead of yourself? You're slipping.]

Oh! [He giggles.] Of course. I'm Larry--hehe, Larry Laffer.

[The irony here is that turning him into a sheep would probably make him more dangerous. At least a sheep is 1/1, he's more of a 0/0 with Taunt. And a Legendary, just to maximize the disappointment. Hell of an animation and music when you play him, at least.]

[Yuri can't help but watch his reactions sidelong in amusement. It almost feels like he's talking to a guy version of Estelle-- it's too bad she's not here so he could make a side-by-side comparison.]

What's the problem? Never had a milkshake before?

[ To be fair, to some people the animation and music is all that matters. Otherwise, why would anyone ever play Blizzard games? ]

Larry! Larry Laf...Laughter?

[ That's what it sounded like, at least? ]

That is a very lovely name, yes! Everyone is happy with laughter.

[ Her hooves tap-tap against the floor as she moves forward, expecting him to offer her his arm despite being so short compared to her. ]

You'll show me your room, hm?

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