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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.

▶ Night of the Living Dummy
City of Lunatia | top

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.

▶ Bird is the Word
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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1. Yeah, means quite a bit to me. And to a lot of people here too. For some reason there's a pretty big amount of us here who came from there. Not exactly sure why but it's not like I'm complaining. It's much better here than back there.

2. I haven't run into anyone with those names here.

As for the piercings thing... I'm wouldn't think so? I mean, as far as we've been told, no one's responsible for bringing us here, but I can't think of any reason why jewelry would be removed when arriving but our clothes wouldn't.

[you know, he just kind of wanted a look out of curiosity... and welp. That's a little kinkier than he's into, so he'll turn to the person who just addressed him...]

You know, there are a bunch of places to get coffee, actually. It's pretty fantastic. Any specific tastes you'd like catered to?

[ Ten years ago, he'd had a fantasy that warmed his nights in the bitter cold of the northwest frontier. He dreamed of riding into the capital wreathed in glory, handkerchiefs strewn at his feet by every maiden in the city, only to pass them all by and stop. Swing off his horse, his light armor flashing in the sunlight. Bend down. Take her hand.

But in that dark winter, he'd received a letter bound up with red ribbon...

When he returned to the capital, victorious, the handkerchiefs flew. But he had no one to stop for. The Marquis Manor stood empty. For so long, he'd dreamed of returning home, but in the end he couldn't wait to go back.

Since then, he's held courtesans in his arms, smelled their fragrance and wondered, what if? He thinks what if now, as the girl's second kiss—softer, sweeter—makes peach blossoms bloom in his heart. Her hands caressing his face, carding through his hair... Unconsciously he hums in delight, as the kiss intertwined with the moonlacing effect weaves through his body and mind. He imagines unloading his armor, leaving that cold, iron sarcophagus behind, and forevermore folding her warm body into his...

Abruptly, he breaks the kiss. But he can't bear to pull away from her. He nuzzles into her neck, whispering into her ear: ]

Chroma helps but... you're still injured. Let me carry you back.

Ha!

Bring it on, old man!

"Most people have," Leonard said. Usually they either loved it or hated it. Earth didn't get a lot of in between opinions. It hadn't even in the other dimension.

Leonard had the distinct impression he was being placated. Which was irritating. But he couldn't blame the man. From his perspective, he'd just been accosted by a crazy man ranting about a doll in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Thanks," he said, trying not to sound irate. He knew it tended to be his default. "Leonard Bones, by the way. Since I didn't get around to the introducing part." He gave the doll a last long look, marking its location, and then walked away, giving it glances over his shoulder and then vanishing around the corner. He walked around the next building and then came back. To him, it looked like the thing was still where he'd left it. "Well?" he asked.

[ You know, she really should've figured out that standing this close to the tubes was probably a bad idea. But she figured that as long as she stayed focused she could probably keep herself from being sucked in.

Or at the very least she could fly out.

Doesn't really help her deal with someone falling on top of her, and she lets out a grunt of annoyance as she tries to move out from under whoever it was that fell on her. She's not hurt or anything, but she also can't see who it was.]

Hey. Do you mind getting off of me? [ She's trying not to sound too annoyed, but, well, guy on top of her. And not in a way that would be considered fun. ]

[Hazuki’s fragrance is not the sweet scent of flowers. It’s blood and the acrid smell of bomb blasts that clings to her skin and clothes, bits of glass and concrete in her hair. She doesn’t have a supple, pliant body, she has a wired, finely tuned frame of muscle and sinew... but her kisses, now, when it behooves her to be... are softer. Seeking there against his lips and slide of tongue and the way his hum reverberates in her mouth the thing most important to her-

Survival.

He breaks away, but it seems he cannot yet break from her fully, and in her desire for further healing Hazuki doesn’t shirk from the touch. Instead, even if it brings a slight, out of sight grimace to her expression... she allows it. Tips her head to the side as if to bare more of her neck to touch, effects a little shiver. It was a pity he spoke, and reminded her of what he was not.

If she were still human, she would have never been able to swallow her pride and allow what he suggests. Allow a man she had never met to “save” her, to disgrace her family name such as to be seen so weak and in need of protection... but a Contractor didn’t (wasn’t supposed to) care about such emotional reasoning.]

... alright.

[So she makes sure to wipe any hint of disgust off her face before she slumps back, on her haunches, trying to remember how to play a damsel in distress. It might serve her well, allow her to conserve energy and powers, to get as much information as she can from him that... she will at least partly believe on account of him not lying about that ridiculous chroma.]

Back where? Your “center”?

[Prompts for the information, for more on which she can make a judgement on whether this was a Contractor’s trap, some sort of synapses misfiring in her brain as it died, or... somehow real.]

Edited 2019-11-15 04:55 (UTC)

Well. . . 'annoying' can also be 'bad', depending on the context of the hissing.

[GODDESS IN THE SKY- okay. okay that's a familiar voice. it's just Shamir.

...

He's just going to look over this specific situation and, erm.]

...Ah. Hello, Shamir. Getting accustomed to some of the local flavor, I assume?

[look it's been all hauntings and horny bullshit so far, this is firmly in the former category]

Jaune's blush doesn't hold a candle to Pyrrha's. Covering her hand with her mouth, a passerby would probably think she was just proposed to, which to Pyrrha? He might as well have. After a moment, she can't help but laugh at the positioning. At Jaune being so... Jaune. With all the strain and awkwardness, it was good to see her Jaune was still here.

For the first time since she arrived here, she feels free. Not a prison after all.

Still, she should say no. There's a lot going on she doesn't understand. There's apparently a lot they need to talk about. And she can't help but think that it would be cruel to go out with him when there's no future for them.
But maybe, just this once, she can have what she wants. She deserves some happiness before she loses everything, doesn't she? And what she wants is this lovable dork.

She smirks down at him, the slightest trace of mischief in her eye. "You, Jaune Arc, are oblivious. You're lacking in social grace, and you nearly failed history."

She gives a hard tug on his hand, forcing him off his knee and back into her arms, which she drapes around his neck. "You're also one of the most caring, pure-hearted, determined people I've ever met, and it would be my honor to go on a date with you."

huh
i guess i was sort of expecting... the other way around?
or at least not yes and THEN no
maybe this is just the new place we've headed
like boot camp all over again, but also, kind of like a rock store??

anyway i don't really know either
but they're uh. definitely gone
i just had them pierced like a week ago? this is bullshit.

Well, it's not like everyone from Duplicity showed up here. And some of the people who were there and are here don't remember being there. Or more likely, were never there at all. Same way how we sometimes get people who show up again and don't remember anything.

But Duplicity definitely has nothing to do with being here. Other than the focus on sex, it goes completely against everything they were doing back there.

... But yeah, that's definitely weird. I mean, I guess I could understand the holes themselves sealing up, but you'd think the earings themselves would've just been next to you when you woke up on Iris.

[Even if something was broken from that rough landing, Rin would heal from it quickly, but that didn't mean there wasn't any pain. Really he likely didn't hit the ground enough to actually break anything, but there sure was some dark bruising happening on his skin.

He let out a whine at having his hands moved but did go still as instructed, pressing his face into the grass with an a groan following it.]

That fuckin' hurt...

It did seem cruel in a way. Especially given what he knows. Will she be okay with this after knowing the truth? Will it be more a cruel to her?

However when she pulls him into her arms and smile like that he can't help but think this must be a good thing.

His heart was thumping hard in his chest as he looked down at her with a bashful smile. "Then it's a date! Think about where you'd like to go. Whenever you want and we can make it happen. Lunatia's big and pretty much has anything you'd want here."

He wraps his arms around her middle in a warm embrace.

"There's a lot I have to tell you, and there's a lot you're not going to like, but I'm happy to have my partner back."

( oh, just what asato needs: no real consequences for any of his misbehavior just because people are charmed by the ears and the tail and the completely blithe attitude about most all of it. it's true, though — while there are a few sour sallies in the group, muttering with frustration at all of the tangled and unraveled yarn balls that would need to be either replaced or reconstituted into something useful, there were just as many if not more who were thinking it was precious or cute.

he hears the word cordis a few times in the murmurings. he's heard it before... somewhere in the confusing jumble of an "explanation" he was given. just as it had before, it goes in one feline ear and out the other, not really intercepting anything in-between.

asato reaches out to take the stranger's hand, allowing him to help him to his feet. he's — tall. really tall. asato stands at about six feet if he stands up straight (which he rarely does), and even still, he towers over him. it doesn't really make him nervous, though. the man has a gentle mien about him, and he had approached him so cautiously... he finds that he trusts him, innately, in that snap decision sort of way he does. )

Oh... Really? ( he had thought he'd been joking, but now he really wants to see the big needle! isn't that basically like a dagger? he willingly tags along to wherever ryuu might lead him. ) Mm. Not much, though. Something like, ( and here he tugs at his vest, revealing a spot on the collar where a tear had been mended with blue thread. some of the stitches were clumsy, but it wasn't a bad repair job. ) this. To mend my clothes.

don't worry, i get you
i mean i don't ACTUALLY get you. but i basically get it so that's close enough?
whatever's happening it's just a new place. same as before.

and yeah no.
they're totally gone.
was i supposed to ask about them on the moon?
i didn't even notice until i got to my new apartment!
it's not like you can just check that kind of thing in public, you know??

[ sweet, simple soul. he'd think that living in a place like Sisa would train a cat to be more unapologetic about standard atrocities (yarn destruction, nails on furniture, etc.), but Bardo wouldn't know.

the tigercat lounges where he's sitting, hands behind his back with his spine curved. thick tail curling at its end, waving in half-amused consideration. the body language can be interpreted in two ways: a cat who couldn't possibly care less, or a cat who wears his languidness like a first-rate persona.

if he feels bad for toying with Asato's emotions, he doesn't show it. at the end of the day, Bardo's jostling is as harmless as they come. ]

Ahh, don't worry about it. Isn't it an older cat's job, to clean up after a kitten's messes?

[ a kitten. an obnoxious denomination to attribute to a fully-grown Ribika, to be sure, but he says it with more affection than he intends; the fondness seeps from his joviality, how his expression brightens. ]

Besides, paying for things here is easy. I'll take care of it. [ he beckons for Asato to come closer. ] Oi, c'mere.

[ Oh wow he is actually embarrassed.

...

Yeah, she likes this younger Zaveid better. He’s easier to mess with. It’s like having an older Mikleo to tease.

(Maybe.) ]

Not a lot of wind malaks travel around with an earth malak like me.

[ Because she’s the only one out there traveling in her point of time. But, details! ]

Your future’s not that bad. At least you’re not the butt of many jokes.

Arrival - FML

[As weirdly homey as this moon place feels, John is not loving it? He chainsmokes his way through his survival period (also cursing up a storm) until he's found. He takes the explanation...well...ish? Sort of well? He doesn't actually call bullshit on any of it, takes it like a veteran of weird shit, but he's also Really Not Happy about it.

Or about the examination. Does being the can for a sealed evil count as a biological hazard?]

Look, I let you feel me up and scan me and probe me like a good little alien abductee, now let me go out and fucking smoke!

[So this guy with mismatched eyes and an irritated expression might be storming past you on his way to somewhere he can smoke, oops? You at least get a muttered 'sorry' if he bumps into you.]

Whip It Good

[This guy seems to be in a little bit of a hurry to explore the city. Well, mostly the stores and any garden areas around. It seems like he's looking for some pretty specific things?

Whatever those things are, it seems to be sort of urgent.]

-from scratch, too, purifying an entire working area, basic alchemical equipment, every-damn-fucking-thing I already had before I can even start...

Bird is the Word A

Why is this my life now?

You're great and nice and you have pretty eyes!

Can we not talk about the eyes? Please?

[For the record, there were no hugs. John is not hugging some random being just because it makes pleading eyes at him. Thanks. However, the fucking thing looked so miserable when he tried to ignore it and shoo it away that he did feed it before it actively burst into tears. And now it's following him around.]

John is brave and strong~

[This expression belongs on a /WHY emote.]

Wildcard

[Come at me, bro. For anyone that can sense these things, John has a powerful demonic presence sealed within his body, mostly focused in his left eye. His cigarettes do not smell like tobacco at all, they're sweet and herbal. And during Iris he is getting duck wings. XD]

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Well, it is honest! ...Kind of!

[ She looks away a bit with a huff, as though she wasn't expecting to be called out for being nasty... Maybe he is sensitive, after all? ]

It's not like you're saying anything that isn't true, y'know? And who knows, there's probably someone out there who likes underbites, and puke-green is definitely someone's favorite color. If it helps them feel better, it helps, no?

[ Either she's intentionally missing the point, or it's flying over her head... ]

I mean, no reason to be mean for meanness's sake.

[Well, this certainly sounds like a person in distress. He, too, lets curiosity get the best of him and approaches to see what all the commotion is about, but... hmm. There is a lot going on here.]

If I didn't know any better, I would think I just happened upon the scene of a crime.

[He remarks casually, eyes on the sparkly pink liquid and the bizarre doll it seems to have originated from.

He's willing to help a hand, of course, with... whatever this is. (Or try to, anyway. He's not exactly sure what's going on in the first place.) But he's also testing the waters a little bit here. It's been a long time now, but he's pretty sure this isn't an entirely unfamiliar face.]

Well yeah, but if you're healthy, and seem that way, there's no reason to get into someone's personal space like that.

Those... metal things they have seem to do the job just fine. [So pardon her, she is not from a time period where much by means of technology exists, but she's logical enough to draw conclusions.]

That's even more convenient. Though I'm not sure why you'd go out of your way to help me like that. [But, she is also not in the habit of turning down free help for minor situations like this.]

I assume you know the way better than I do. I haven't done much scouting of the area. I won't appreciate it if you lead me somewhere weird, though.

Hey. [Oh hey, a familiar face. Not the happiest familiar face, but beggars and choosers. She hasn't even gotten into the horniness side of it, and she's in for a hell of a surprise when she does. That said, the way Seteth says what he does makes it sound like he's not really surprised by creepy dolls oozing pink goo. That might be even weirder than the doll itself.]

... Is this normal here? I'm not sure what to think if it is.

[Truly it's a struggle to move, think - even breathe until Leaks' touch jars him out of sinking completely into a black hole of existential horror, his eyes blinking rapidly as he flinches away from it.

His sword's aim isn't righted, but it isn't dropped either, his clasp on its handle so hard his hand shakes, white-knuckled. It's his grip on reality that's slipping instead.]

I...!

[There's nothing to brace him here. Nothing to keep him from feeling like he's gone completely mad.]

...!!

[Leaks mind if he scream?]

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