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[prismods]

Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top

Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. 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. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. 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 only rewards you with 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.

A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:

✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.

These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.

B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs. No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.

C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.

▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top

Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.

D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.

E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?

F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top

Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.

G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.

H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?

I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.

▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top

It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!

This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!

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QUESTIONS

[prismods]

All questions regarding the test drive meme go here. Previous questions can be found here.

[nodus]

hello! is it cool to assume there are arcades/gaming centers available in lower lunatia? i was also thinking of incorporating a prompt related to LmaO but wasn't sure if it's just like league or if we can run wild with creative license... sorry for being too eager.

Siegfried | Granblue Fantasy (open to new threads too!)

[schwarzen]

(( OOC notes: Optional CRAU to prior Duplicity CR, let me know if you’d like him to remember our CR if applicable! And for IA, open to playing out effects of any of the marks, let me know if you have a preference! Otherwise i’ll default to Sieg feeling immense hunger and fatigue. ))

IA. Lisa Frank’s LSD Fun House

[ The first thing Siegfried registers is the strange, prickly feeling along his skin. It’s not painful, perse, but it is foreign and discomfiting. His thoughts quickly shift to the flashes of colors and the dry, painful ache in his throat, alarm settling in as he realizes he isn’t merely waking up from a deep sleep— no, he is somewhere else entirely.

He searches frantically to make sure everything is in order. He is whole. His armor is intact, even. Though he can only make out vibrant colors and nothing more as far as the eye can see, he does not panic. He moves.

He hardly notices the sting of the mosquito at first, and in fact, notices the strange runes on someone else just ahead before he takes notice of his own. His are concealed beneath layers of armor, after all. Or, if you’re in a similar state of heavy armor, perhaps he takes notice of erratic behavior.

Either way, he’s noticed someone, and that gives him a glimmer of hope for some answers. ]

You! Excuse me. Do you have any idea where we are, or how we might get to civilization? [ Despite his best efforts to sound calm, there is both a sense of urgency and mild pleading in his voice. As the seconds pass, physically he feels worse and worse. ]

IIE. Eating Questionable Things in Camp Nowhere

[ It’s not luxurious, but it’s shelter. And Siegfried has plenty of experience making do with whatever nature, or in this case, “nature” offered in terms of respite from the elements. He isn’t alone, either, as he wasn’t the only one with the idea to use this cavern for the moment. They haven’t even exchanged names before they come across the questionable packets of food(?) labeled EDIBLE.

Siegfried looks towards his companion. Even if he weren’t incredibly hungry, he’d offer the following regardless. ]

If you’re concerned about the presence of poisons... I don’t mind being a taste tester to ensure this is actually edible.

[ This is the same guy who tested whether wild mushrooms were poisonous or not through trial-and-error, so… familiar territory. ]

IIIG. No Interstellar Personal Space

[ He doesn’t refuse the examination. It’s clear from watching others that there’s little point to it, given the sedative quickly administered if anyone resists. It doesn’t help that after the long journey, he is quite fatigued. Despite his best efforts to stay alert and awake, he falls asleep fairly quickly.

The room he’d been shuffled into to rest in that transport vehicle is dark, so it’s easy for you to miss that the bed you’ve been assigned to already has an occupant. If the feel of a warm body next to yours doesn’t clue you in, the sound of confusion as Siegfried comes back to wakefulness will. Years of training have made him a light sleeper. ]

IV. Wildcard

[ Siegfried can be found all around Lunatia once his energy is rejuvenated. He has shifted to street clothing (a questionable self chosen outfit complete with sunglasses) in an effort to blend in as much as possible, and as such, does not draw particular attention. He can be found calmly interrogating locals, studying the architecture and exploring the interior of buildings, and wandering warily through The Lightless. ]

elmott

[schwarzen]

(( from here ))!

[ There would be no judgment from Siegfried in terms of Elmott carrying his weapon around: the only reason he resisted that armor he's so comfortable in is from previous experience of being transported to an unknown world. He's still on guard, of course, and Sinensis rests by his side rather than Ascalon. Except any weapon looks ridiculous when paired with that eyesore of an outfit.

He looks at Elmott with raised eyebrows, pleasantly surprised to find a familiar face from the ship. ]

Elmott? [ Of course, he assumes Elmott is asking about recon info, not his outfit. ]

I've only begun my exploration of the city, but nothing looks particularly out of the ordinary. Have you gotten a chance to look around more thoroughly?

the saniwa ( touken ranbu )

[swordstho]

( c )

[ .. ah. well, he was expecting it to happen at some point. he is, after all, one human being supporting a war effort and the manifestation and care of quite a number of spirits. even so, it's a disturbing scene to watch for a number of reasons-- the primary one being, of course, that he's apparently dead and this is not what he was expecting to happen.

footsteps sound nearby, and he shoots up as if stung, whirling around and flinging his arms out, gold eyes wide and flustered in his face. ]

You probably shouldn't drink from this pond. [ he's been aware of his own mortality his entire life, but normal people probably shouldn't have to deal with this so soon. ]

( f )

[ it's almost certainly undignified to be playing with this thing, but none of his spirits are here to see their master fooling around, so it.. should be fine, right?

if nothing else, the wand is certainly distracting. it buzzes to life in his hands, and he nearly drops it in surprise, fumbling for several seconds to catch it before it hits the ground. once his fingers are wrapped firmly around it, though, the vibration is kind of nice, isn't it? he swishes it back and forth, turning it to peer at the symbols, and a finger lifts to hover over the happy face.

he hesitates, then glances up questioningly. ] What do you think it's meant to do? [ literally any other human alive would have some clue, probably, but no, not the saniwa. ]

( wildcard )

[ if these don't work for you, lmk and i'll write something up. otherwise, prompt me! fyi his moonblessing is probably iris with rabbit characteristics like so. ]

C

[bloodisthicker]

What's wrong with it, exactly?

[oh good a water source, now he can at least replenish if he needs it... unless there's a really serious problem, of course.]

Depending on the issue, I might be able to help.

assassin of shinjuku | fate/grand order | sanguis (open to new threads!)

[killful]

[ OOC: Original thread. Will be using his True Name in tags because it's easier for me. Let me know if you don't want spoilers for the Shinjuku singularity onward in FGO. I'm taking him from after Lostbelt 3, if that matters! ]

01★

[ The crystals are as tall as the highest trees, and although other hooded archers in green may find this predicament less than ideal, the field of mirrors is perfect for Yan Qing, who can shift between forms as he pleases. At least it would if he had a face to copy. There's no use in turning into others in a crystal wasteland as there was in Chaldea, so looking for a new identity is never his goal when he seeks others out. No, there's no point to it for now. As a man who runs on instinct, his first emotions set his course. There's panic, fear, then... ]

A Whatcha looking at?

[ He might be peeking from behind a crystal. Perhaps he's leaning a little too close behind you. Maybe you're too busy looking into a pond to notice? Either way, he speaks up while you stare at your reflection, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. ]

Aww, don't be like that. You look fine to me. [ Then, he grins. ] Weeeeeell, I guess any sign of life would. Wahahaha! First time?

[ Please don't leave. He's lonely. ]

B [ Unless you don't look fine. ]

Wow, you look like shit.

02★

[ Yan Qing made a lot of stupid choices in his past life. That hasn't changed. ]

You're not Red Hare—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[ His last words before getting flung off a pegasus's back. His screams can be heard across the moon as he soars above the crystals like the Star of Destiny he is, landing... quite gracefully, actually. His shoes skid across the moon dust until he lands on all fours like a cat. ]

Ugh... Guess I ain't cruisin' over Shanghai with those babies.

[ Yeah, uh. Sorry for interrupting your moment of prismatic hallucination or whatever. ]

03★

[ Servants don't need to eat, so the past twenty-four hours weren't so bad. He met interesting people, fought flying horses, ate weird science powder... All in all, it's been great. And now he gets to ride on a spaceship? Fuck yeah! ... If he was more honest, he'd say he didn't trust a single thing on this planet (moon? This is confusing to him, okay) but in a world he barely understands, he doesn't have a choice but to enjoy the ride. He hopes he gets back home soon.

Heh, home. When did he start calling it that?

Before Yan Qing drowns himself in melodrama and unwanted sentimentality that all tragedies are wont to do, he takes out the device he stole from that cavern. Using a pair of earphones he stole from a scientist on board, he listens to more catchy tunes from this planet. Prismatica, huh? If it has music like this, maybe it isn't so bad. But this song about cats sounds familiar...

Along the corridors of the ship to Prisma or the later ship to Prismatica, he starts to sing. ]

Don’t mess up the program of love
With your sudden kiss and fiery stare

[ He belts out a stronger melody, showcasing both his vocals and movements as he does a small, slick dance to the rhythm. ]

I cleverly plan every hello and goodbye
Because everything comes to an end
Don’t hurry!

[ He stops! And twirls. To those seeking out fresh talent, he could possibly be the next big thing. To those trying to get some sleep, this is probably annoying. ]

WILDCARD★

[ hit me up with anything! silly antics like fighting crime or working odd jobs in lunatia would be great. yan qing's a friendly, rowdy guy. if you want a custom starter, i can definitely write us one! ]

ye xiu

[killful]

[ continued from here ]

[ He shrugs. ] Proooobably not a good idea to drink water on the moon, but if it ever comes to that, I can be your taste tester.

[ Can. Not will. ]

Anyway! I'm sure we'll run into freshwater sooner or later. I've got a good feeling!

arjuna ▉ fate/grand order.

[kiritin]

[ I main and follow JP FGO's storyline, but will refrain from EOR and Lostbelt spoilers if you so wish. Please do let me know beforehand. I have also played Fate/Extella Link if you want to reference it! ]


▶ LISA FRANK LSD FUN HOUSE

A ▉ DON'T LOOK AT ME !

[ In light of his surroundings, skies of colors far from natural, but beautiful all the same, the sting is easily forgotten. This body of his needs not to worry about such a thing (though in the face of an unknown place where the Grail has given him no knowledge, any worry is necessary), and Arjuna continues along in his path to find a familiar face or who has called him.

One, two, three, four steps, and the slight burn on his skin is new. Nothing has hit him (nothing would hit him, Arjuna, renowned archer, for he would never allow harm to come at him so easily), but once his skin is exposed, a strange mark ( ✾ ) lays there - any worry is a must.

The body suffers no anomalies that he can sense, or tell, but a look forward again sings another song. The pinks and purples long gone, replaced by greys and dark browns. The landscape is vast, running farther than his sight can follow. It brings a sense of nostalgia, but hardly something he should feel homesick about. Only the opposite.

The silence that embraces him is disconcerting, for Arjuna knows not whether all the noise has been shut down, or his own hearing has been tampered with. He is alone - he has wished for it, once, continues to do so, even -, but in the distance, voices begin to take shape. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ One says. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ Another. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ A couple sing. ]

▉▉▉▉

[ They grow louder, with no face to attach such accusations to. Arjuna flaunts himself in his ability to stay calm and collected at all times, a proper figure of a hero, but where no one can see him - where he thinks no one can see him, only point fingers at him with sharp words -, the divine bow Gandiva materializes in his hand, and through gritted teeth and lost composure, the prince turns, arrow at deck. ]

Show yourself!

C ▉ GLASS MIRRORS.

[ The sight comes as a surprise, the questions even more. Has he lost? Has he been defeated - in the battlefield, or out of it to add to his endless list of shame? His body - the one reflected in the pond, a perfect mirror of the real thing - is in perfect shape, the white of his clothing not posing a single tear, let alone any dirt. It, despite being in the arms of another Servant, is in the perfect condition Arjuna would always present himself.

Magecraft, a guess comes with no hesitance. A planted image of what could be happening, what many would wager to be the answer to their most important question. Arjuna disregards it. Until more answers come his way, answers to which he would have no reason to distrust, his search continues.

He turns to leave, only to be met with another who approaches the pond - or would they be approaching him? Nonetheless, a quiet exhale escapes from him, and the archer chooses to approach the person, instead. ]

I would advise against it. That pond seems not to bear potable water, and I believe it to be enchanted in some way. [ He, a Heroic Spirit, possesses natural Magic Resistance, but what such a vision would have to one more susceptible to magecraft is unknown. ]

▶ CAMP NOWHERE

D ▉ HERO OF OLD, TECHNOLOGY OF NEW.

[ Answers. Hints, even. Anything that could subdue the many questions that flood his mind. The device is reminiscent of what Arjuna has seen in Chaldea, and though he knows not how to work with it - nor such has been a knowledge imbued within him within his summoning -, an attempt has been made.

And ah, what a mistake it has been. The holograph is not new - Doctor Roman and Leonardo Da Vinci often made use of it -, but what it displays is entirely too unexpected, not more than he music that plays. It's unsettling, to say the best, especially to one who travels in quietude and seeks to do things calmly and gently. The song is quite unlike his ideal, differs far too greatly from what the Hindu hero knows to be music.

In one of his many attempts to turn it off, the volume only increases. What an unfortunate encounter. What face would he show, if someone were to find him meddling with a small device to helplessly...? ]

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

G ▉ FRIENDLY CAPTURE.

[ Albeit suspicious, there had come no immediate reaction to the inquiring, curious bunch aside from vague answers to their questions and compliance. This place he knows little of, and those that know not of personal space are natives, as he sees it. To struggle, or react in any way that would differ from his polite, hero-like attitude would be only foolish. Arjuna is at disadvantage here, despite all his weapons and powers and place as one of the world's most talented archers, so he chooses to play along.

The treats he is given (he sees it as nothing else, as though he is an animal to be trained and tamed), though pose no worth for him, are safely kept by his side. The way to his temporarily assigned room is slow, eyes watching every creek and corner of the suspicious vehicle. Nothing he would know much of, but the weird smell that colors the place has since the beginning been suspicious. Poison, or...?

What surprises Arjuna is the most is another at "his" quarters. He has been told not that he would be sharing a room with someone else, but chooses not to visibly demonstrate his surprise. Instead, graceful as always, he steps inside, and the door behind him closes without a sound. ]

You're not one of them. [ The prince begins, without barely inspecting the other person to know whether he poses correct or not. They would not room him with their kind. ] As it seems we will be lodged together for a while, if there is anything you may request of me, I will offer my aid to the best of my ability. It would do us no good to make enemies, after all.

▶ WILDCARD

[ First TDM. Arjuna will be exploring the city, of course, so feel free to hit him up anywhere. He is a very polite and soft-spoken man, quite butler-like. I'm also a bit unsure whether to give him the Cordis or Iris moonblessings, so for this TDM I'll be going with Cordis. I'm 99% chill with anything, so feel free to write me a prompt if you'd like! ]

camp nowhere

[killful]

Yooooo, Archer of Mahabharata! Fancy seeing you here!

[ No one calls him that but Yan Qing does it anyway. Partly to make an entrance, but mostly to see if it sticks. The Assassin saunters into the cave like he has nothing else to do, idly admiring the lights that bounce off the crystal walls. ]

Hey, that's a nice song. I didn't know you were into this stuff...

Invi | Kingdom (gacha) Hearts

[serpentillusion]

[LISA FRANKS LSD FUN HOUSE]

C:
[The thirst gnaws at her, and by the time she finally makes it to the small pond, she's barely able to keep herself from dunking her entire face into it, mask and all. What stops her is the reflection it shows, of her and her comrades, of her lifeless, prone body as they yell and shout and shake it, clearly trying to rouse her from some state. Her death? But why? She's known for some time that she'd meet her end, likely at the hands of the other Foretellers, those she'd considered and still called friends.

And would still call friends, quite frankly. It's not their fault. It's just how things have to be, and she doesn't begrudge them for it. Everything has its time and place, and apparently, hers is no longer. What doesn't make sense in her head, however, is the way they're so determined to rouse her from death. They know better. They know better, and yet they attempt.

It's then, that she knows that this, whatever this is, is something that is likely trying to do something to her mind. Make her feel hopelessness, or something like it, but she won't falter. And she won't let anyone else succumb to this pool's lies. Her path is clear, and her keyblade materializes into her hand, and she aims it steady.]

Freeze.
[And, just like that, the entire pool freezes over in a flash of brilliant blue light, jagged edges of ice ruining any sort of reflectivity the pool may have once had.]
[CAMP NOWHERE]

D
[The truth is, she's not very technologically savvy. And when the object she's fiddling with starts making noise, she fumbles it in a way that's not particularly fitting for someone like her, and she does indeed startle slightly as music comes from it suddenly. She pays only a small margin to what the women are telling her, but quite frankly, it's all nonsense to her, and she fumbles and fiddles with it more, before turning to whomever it is beside her, lips pursed under her mask.]

Do you know what this thing is?

E

It doesn't look very good. [Comes the small voice of a creature that is standing about knee high to her, holding the ration bag in one of it's paws with another stuffed into the bag itself, pulling out tiny handfuls of the powder letting it fall to the ground beneath it. Invi, in response, simply sighs, and gently takes the bag from the cat like creature.]

You shouldn't be touching things you don't know about. [It might not be safe. But should anyone approach the pair, the creature goes stiff, looks in the direction of their company, jumps up and disappears in a puff of smoke, which causes Invi herself to turn to face whoever it is, bag still in hand.] I don't suppose you've tried any of this, have you?

[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]

G

[The bed is... Not the biggest. Not to mention the smell of... whatever that is is making her feel dizzy enough that laying down seems downright pleasant. Instead, she sits, legs tucked to her side and back against the wall, trying to take up as little space as possible in case the other person present needs more sleep than she does. It's fine, surely. And yet, out of some form of nerves or something, she can't help but strike up a conversation.]

What is your world like?

[Just... something to help her keep awake. Something to focus on.]

[WILDCARD]

[i can and will absolutely roll with whatever the heck you want!!!! or PM me for a specialized starter Just For You! I'm not fussy.]

SORA

[serpentillusion]

[continued from here]

I'm afraid I don't either of these "Masters" that you speak of. Rather, there should only be Seven Masters. [And she does sound highly disapproving to learn that there are those who have taken to calling themselves by that title.

Which is understandable. It's a sensitive topic, with the Master's disappearance, and Luxu's as well for his mission.]

ye xiu ⇨ the king's avatar

[nodus]

▶ THE ACID TRIP NO ONE WANTS

ARRIVAL.
[ honestly speaking, this could have gone much better.

ye xiu wakes up to an explosion of lisa frank colours, a mouth that tastes like cotton, and the feeling of something sharp poking him everywhere. every attempt to move is met with a lot of resistance, and that's when he realizes — oh. he's stuck. he's surrounded by a pile of sparkly crystals with not a whole lot of room to move around. he gives it another good ol' go, mustering all the effort to push himself out, but alas.

guess he can't go anywhere.

rather than panicking, this guy gets the bright idea of fishing for his cigarette pack in his pocket, lighting one up, and savouring that sweet nicotine rush. when he sees you pass by, he perks up with a friendly smile, waving his hand around with a cigarette in between his fingers. ]

Nice weather today, huh?

[ please take pity on him. or take him out of his misery, whichever works. ]

OPTION C.
[ eventually, someone (or something) takes pity on him and maybe it's you, maybe it isn't, but all that matters is now he's free to wander about as a free spirit. you can find him checking out the tallest crystals, looking all the way up with a hand resting above his eyes to block out the bright light.

he takes one step back, followed by another, and another, and another, all the way back up until he runs of out of solid sand and finds himself collapsing into the shining, shimmering, splendid water. he sputters whatever water got into his mouth, practically a walking disaster if he's left to his own devices. sorry if he ruins your front-row viewing experience to the scene of your death unfolding. he probably doesn't even realize that.

embarrassed, he tries to laugh it off, casually offering apologies. ]

Sorry, sorry — wasn't looking where I was going.

[ no kidding. ]

▶ THE WILDCARD GAME

[ ye xiu makes it to lunatia, particularly its business level (level 3), in one piece relatively.

everywhere he looks is practically a blast from the past with way more upgrades here and there — he was born in the late 90's, so it feels like cheating to call it his generation, but it's still nostalgic all the same. the bright neon lights, the hustle and bustle of lively streets. there are prismals everywhere just trying to live their day to day lives, loud and energetic as they try to coax moonblessed and denizens alike to try their newest dimsum or check out their wares.

it's just like home.

he doesn't linger too long in the middle of the crowd, so he weaves in and out, probably bumping right into you (whoops, sorry, sorry) because he has a penchant for being so unaware when he's distracted. it goes on like that until he settles on a structure that looks like the most wicked gaming center he's ever seen. there are holographics boasting the newest version of LmaO, with a major highlight regarding its eSports scene —

so of course he makes a beeline for the section that has it. ]

OPTION X
[ ye xiu doesn't dive right into the game at first.

he spends a long time trying to understand its mechanics and how to play, observing players here and there, and he isn't shy about getting way too close just to see what you're up to. he doesn't linger in one spot for too long, practically a butterfly flying from flower to another — only there are no flowers, just gaming stations where LmaO is the only focus. ]

Huh. Is it any fun?

[ he asks, loud enough to be heard over the cacophany of battle music and other curious onlookers. he's never really played any other game than Glory so this is pretty interesting to him. ]

OPTION Y
[ when he's had enough of watching, he takes over a free station, puts on the retro-styled visor and everything, ready to be immersed in the virtual world of league match action online but this is what flashes in front of his eyes: a crowd gathered on the streets, watching two fighters who are in offensive positions, and the blond one is the one who makes the first move and punches the other square in the face.

there's a holographic projection of this exact scene in front of him too, probably to put on a show for anyone who's interested. the viewpoint scales a highrise building and finally gives him the title of the game he's about to play: alley brawler. hm. not quite what he wanted, but whatever, it works.

wanna be his player two? ]

OPTION Z
( ooc. the real wildcard option. catch this gamer boy getting lost in the streets of lower lunatia, being handed way too many dimsum he can't fit in his own two hands, or playing a few rounds of intergalactic tetris really, really, really competitively. he wins some, he loses some. but if none of these work, hit me up via pm or over at fluctuate and i can write a custom starter for you! as far as moonblessings go, he'll most likely be with sanguis. )

y

[talkingwithfists]

[ It isn't every day that Feather would come to play some games, but after he heard about this VR game where he could punch the living shit of others? You bet your ass that Feather would flock at it like there's no tomorrow.

After wearing the necessary equipment -which require some time because Feather isn't really the sharpest tool in the shed-, Ye Xiu would probably see this guy's character suddenly popping in front of him, cracking his knuckle. ]

Alright! I am so ready for this! Are you ready!?

[ Look at this shonen spirit. ]

Keith Kogane - Voltron: Legendary Defender

[undeserted]

▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE - A: Mark of the Enchanter

[ The first thing Keith realizes is that he's alone. The details of his surroundings creep in slowly, but his immediate focus is where are my people before where am I even sets in. He aches everywhere, hunger and fatigue already threatening to impair him, but he can't surrender to them just yet.

All right-- one thing at a time. Patience yields focus. He checks his comm first. ] Everyone, where are you? Sound off. Pidge? Hunk? Allura? Lance?

[ Nothing. All right, it's time to move. He pushes himself to his feet and explores the bizarre landscape, scanning his surroundings. At some point something sharp pricks the skin of his face--once, twice-- What the hell?

It's slow and subtle at first, but the visions come-- enemies everywhere, his teammates hurt and dying, a familiar voice growling at him 'just let go Keith, you don't have to fight anymore'-- As he swings at enemies and chases after friends, he doesn't realize the growing hunger and thirst until he's nearly ready to collapse. ]

▶ ACTION FORCE - G

[ Keith hadn't made it easy for them. It's why he's currently restrained and numb all over, slowly coming to on an unfamiliar bed. He isn't quite coherent enough yet to panic, but he knows that wherever he is, he isn't alone-- and as soon as he's able, he flinches away from the person next to him and bares his teeth. ]

Who are you? [ A pause. ] What's that smell?

▶ H

What? No-- I'm not taking my clothes off!

[ Keith is beyond flustered and angry at the proceedings, horrified by what these people seem to know about him. They make damn sure to tell one another that he's a virgin, for one, and the prospect of being numbed again is the only thing that keeps him from striking out at them. Thankfully they don't seem to want to forcibly strip him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel horribly naked already.

What even is this place, anyway? ]

▶ WILDCARD

(( ooc; hit me up at zombietoad! ))

▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE

[menphina]

[ Thankfully, she's been aided- and has enough stamina to at least manage to get by, even if she's feeling worn and hungry. But at the very least, when she's gathered herself, she's off to hunt-

For people who might be in the very same state as this boy is, and a quick assessment of his situation makes her rush forward, reaching out to grab him as he collapses, grabbing him by the arm and holding him steady. ]

Hey! Stay with me here!!

[ She's actually very strong despite her appearance, and she pulls him back to steady him, the powder from the cave kept on her just in case. ]

Look at me, lad. Try and focus!

Harley Quinn | DC comics preboot

[heymisterj]

[ ooc: post on tdm 1.0 here. ]



LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE

A.
Could do without the bugs, ya know!

[ Not that Harley's talking to anyone in particular. Just whatever powers-that-be that might be listening, or anyone close enough to hear her complaining about the tiny, crystalline mosquito that's landed on her arm and apparently doesn’t have enough respect for her black and red harlequin outfit not to stick its little mosquito nose through it.

She'd slap the thing if she wasn’t convinced it would shatter. And, well, it's annoying but she doesn’t want to be responsible for breaking a bug that looks like it's made of crystal. That seems like a waste somehow.

It's not long before her arm starts itching and she pushes up her sleeve, still scratching absently and only pausing when she realizes that there's more than just a red bump; little marks start appearing, eventually creating an actual symbol.

✾

Now what in clown hell does that mean?

Unfortunately, Harley has a hell of an imagination. And, on top of that, she’s experienced enough to make most peoples’ skin crawl even without that imagination. And when she starts seeing things — little things to begin with: florescent spiders, and rats with neon-orange beady eyes, and, of course, the disembodied head of Dr. Joan Leland, who's perhaps the biggest bitch Arkham has to offer, laughing incessantly —Harley almost doesn’t bother questioning it.

She’s seen weirder.

But, slowly, the pink and purple surreal landscape seems to change. To flat white walls and heavy steel doors with equally heavy locks on them. And before she knows it, she's sinking down against what she thinks is the back of that door — it's actually a rock — feeling like she can’t move her arms, believing and seeing that she's wearing a crisp white straight jacket. Visual and auditory hallucinations (the sounds of people screaming and making a fuss from their own cells is more than familiar to her) have her convinced she was back in Arkham. And, not for the first time, she wonders if there's really much of a difference between being a psychiatrist and a prisoner in that self-proclaimed madhouse. ]

I ain’t gonna break, Joannie. I don’t know nothin’!

[ Because, of course, that floating head, now changing colors, from pink to blue to purple is asking questions, just like the real Leland always did. Thinking she can get Harley to break and spill important information about the Joker’s whereabouts. Harley can’t put her fingers in her ears, but she never could when strapped down in the real Arkham, and does what she usually did: scrunches her eyes closed and starts screeching cliche 80s songs to drown out the questions.


C.
[ Harley thinks the cool, clear pond would be a nice place to rest and take a break as she settles down from the hallucinations that had gotten her pulse well above resting state.

She doesn’t really believe in an afterlife — and certainly, if one exists, she’d be headed downstairs — but more thinks that life after death is something that people make up to feel better about dying. After all, contemplating simply not existing anymore is a difficult pill to swallow. But Harley took that medicine awhile ago.

Part of it is practical Harleen talking: life is truly meaningless, except for the bits of meaning people ascribe to it on their own. It's no wonder Harley had eventually lost her marbles.

The images in the water, though, those put a very different spin on things. She’s never had an out-of-body experience, not even when she’d been shoved through a window and left for dead, but she imagines that one would be a lot like this. Looking down and seeing her lifeless body. There's no floaty feeling, like she's hovering above herself. In fact, she doesn’t feel any connection whatsoever to that body. The one a group of clowns are shaking and trying to get to wake up. Dear Bugsy, who's as burly as he is stupid. And darling Squid, usually smart enough to stay out of the fray. Except when he isn’t.

Do they genuinely care if she's dead? Probably not. She’s seen the way they look at her, snickering behind her back. Like she's pathetic, like she's just another brainless peroxide blonde. But with the way they're nudging her and urging her pond-self to get up, Harley can almost believe that they actually give a shit about her. Wouldn’t that have been nice? A cute little clown family.

Actually, if she's really was dead and this technicolor hellscape is the afterlife, it wasn’t all that terrible. It's a little freaky, to be sure. But what isn’t freaky about everyday life? ]



INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

G.
[ It's no big surprise that Harley doesn’t react well when she's found by a group of scientists. She's exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and looks half dead on her feet. But she fights anyway. Ever since her first day at Arkham, when Joan had hinted at the after-hours scientific experiments that took place there, Harley has been wary of anyone who came bearing “help” in the name of progress. She, herself, had been different, of course. She’d genuinely wanted to help her patients. But her experiences have been that most doctors and scientists either wanted to use you or get their time with you over with so they could bill the visit to insurance.

There's probably no privatized insurance company here, but the general sentiment is still the same.

Which means that Harley fights — kicking, screaming, scratching, biting, and spitting — when they attempt to offer her aid.

It might not be the most rational of responses, but she's rarely rational. And her experiences over the past few days had hardly been so either.

She isn’t terribly surprised when one of the scientists injects her with something and her body goes numb and then limp. ]

Call me a rainbow crystal all you want. Flattery will get you nowhere. ] [ It's said even as she's being scooped up and brought into one of the rooms, which has an already-occupied bed. ]

When it wears off, maybe you’ll feel more like cooperating.

[ That's what she hears from one of the scientists as she's deposited on the bed.

Harley thinks her voice sounds slightly slurred to her own ears but she manages a -- ] Fat chance [ --before she's left alone with whoever's already been occupying the bed. ]



WILDCARD
[ I’m more than happy to write a starter for any of the other prompts I didn’t include. Or to set up something unrelated to the prompts. Or feel free to hit me up with a wildcard prompt of your own:D ]

A.

[smileslie]

[While the glittering spectre of her ex husband that keeps flitting in and out of her line of sight is annoying as fuck, Mandy's already woken up tangled in the sheets from beautiful nightmares of him enough times that she's almost able to completely ignore him.

Almost.

But even she still has a breaking point, and the fact that this neon coloured world isn't dissolving into the gritty darkness of the one she knows is real, the knowledge that she's very sure she didn't take anything that was being passed around backstage as tempting as it had been to blur the edges of the metaphorical funeral for so many things she'd loved, a niggling worry about Curt itching at the back of her mind much like the bug bite on her neck she can't stop picking at--all of that would be enough all on its own to push her towards the edge.

But when her subconcious decides that it would be just fabulous for the horrifing daydream of Brian to start crooning in her ear--I'll use you and I'll confuse you, then I'll lose you, still you won't suspect me-- it's almost too much. She can feel herself shaking now, and getting a cigarette is sudenly the most important thing in the world because it will give her mouth and hands something to do besides try to reach for this man who had never been real even when he was sharing her bed. She fumbles in her bag, the sounds of plastic and cellophane clattering together as she digs around doing nothing to even muffle the hallucination murmuring those sweet lies that had mde her give up so much for nothing]

Bloody fucking hell Brian, do you have to make my nervous breakdown all about you too? [she tries so hard to make it sound like a joke, just to herself, as she finally gets hold of a cigarette. But then her lighter refuses to catch, and her attempts to get the flame with trembling hands just results in her dropping it as well as her handbag to the ground. And she's actually about to cry in frustration and exhaustion and fear when she kneels to collect her things, but then she hears another voice. A woman's voice. The lyrics aren't familiar, but any music is enough for her brain to grab to like a lifeline, hoping it will drown out Brian's siren song. She looks up from her own mess to the sight of someone who looks like they're having an even worse trip]

Hey [her voice is far softer than she'd like, like she's turning herself down in response to the ideaof the man who had always made sure he'd be the loudest in the room. Still, Mandy forces a smile--that, at least, is something she can still do without a thought. It'd be silly to ask if the other woman is all right and might earn her claws to her eyes, so Mandy settles for the next thing that comes to mind] ..want a smoke?

Riku | Kingdom Hearts | continuations and new threads!

[oncebrokenway]

LSD FUN HOUSE - A

[Riku wasn't panicking. He wasn't even all that surprised, honestly. it's hardly the first time he's woken up on a strange and strangely beautiful alien world, and at least this time he's fairly sure that it's not happening because of any sort of cataclysmic event.

why it is happening, then, is an open question. but there's only two major possibilities he can think of. and since he wasn't tossed here as a castaway...

there's a very good chance he's here because he's needed.

and if that's the case, he wouldn't be worthy of his key, or his title, if he turned away now.

he barely notices the sting, and he fails to see the mark of the Sinner ⍢ slowly darkening on his shoulder. what he does feel, however, is the growing thirst; he tries to ignore it for as long as he can, but eventually it brings him to his knees.

it's not really how this spell is meant to be applied. but he's desperate. he has to try.]

W--Watera--

CAMP NOWHERE - E

[well, the presence of a container is at least a good omen for finding some kind of civilization. the fact that it apparently contains provisions... could be good or bad for his chances of finding that civilization soon.

Riku turns a bag over in his hands, studying it dubiously.]

"Edible". And... that's all you've got to say for yourself. Great.

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - G

[Of course he hadn't put up any resistance. Why would he? He'd been looking for people, and he's pretty sure he's on official business. He'd been... more than a little put off by the questions, and ended up giving more sass than useful answers out of sheer embarrassment, but he had cooperated.

sitting on the edge of the provided bunk, he sighs deeply. This is going to be a weird time, then.]

WILD CARD

[Time to kill? Exploring? Riku is on it. Maybe you find him doing something normal like seeing the sights or talking to the locals. Or maybe you find him doing some kind of ridiculous and physically-dubious parkour like a weirdo!]

E

[ninjabanish]

[Well, let's play a game of good news bad news, Riku. Bad news: A girl, 6'6, pointed ears, with strong darkness pings, and loaded out with weapons, is grabbing for your arm.

Good news: She's a doctor. Debatably.]

I would advise against eating that. We've no idea how long it has been here, nor even what it is.

Kara Danvers | Supergirl (DCTV) | continuation and new threads welcomed!

[wapow]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUNHOUSE ▶

C.

[Kara gives a start when she comes to, her shock doubling when she sees the crystals on her body. That's definitely not a thing that happens on her Earth. She quickly brushes the crystals off and happened to look up as she did so.]

... Oh. My. Ra. [That sky was definitely not Earth-like at all.] What the hel--[She looks around frantically.] Did the 80s just vomited all over on this place??

[Her mind starts to race. The last thing Kara remembers was after that mess with the Dominators were taken care of, she activated the interdimensional extrapolator Cisco had just given her so that she could be brought back to her Earth, Earth-38 to be exact. She could only assume the device had malfunctioned somehow and sent her to wherever this place was. She presses a button on the extrapolator, remembering that Cisco said that there was a communication device on it.]

Haha! Very funny, Cisco! Hazing the new gir... Haah. [She clasps her throat, feeling how dry it was. Using her enhanced vision, she scans the area for water, spotting a pond a few miles away. Kara pockets the extrapolator, muttering a "To be continued" before making her way to the pond in record time. Thanks, super speed!

She was careful enough to slow down to a jog when she was almost by the water, just in case there were other humans (or aliens) around. She kneels down upon reaching the pond, scooping handfuls of water and gulping it down almost desperately. And then she noticed on the reflection of the pool Barry, Oliver, and Cisco trying to rouse an unresponsive Kara who collapsed on the ground. She never even left Earth-1. Did she... die somehow?]

... Barry? [She reaches out, making ripples on the water with her fingertips, forgetting for a moment there might be a person catching her in the act.]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE ▶

H.

I'm 100% human, okay! Human, through and through!

[Kara had been deflecting the scientists who were saying she was a Kryptonian. Please let her at least keep that part of her identity a secret! They seemed to be an easily distracted and excitable bunch, quickly moving on from that and went on to sound off her other personal data instead.]

Very well. Moving on to the other pieces of data. Height: 5'8", Weight: 121 pounds, Sexual History: ...... Scarce. [Oof. That made her cringe, her face flushing red while nervously adjusting her glasses with her fingers.] Age: ... Now that can't right. [One of the scientists look up to squint at Kara.] Your birthdate doesn't match with your current age! 1966... But physically 24...?

[Oh boy, it would hard to explain why she wasn't a 49-year-old lady. Kara didn't want to rouse their curiosity even further by even mentioning the Phantom Zone so she decided to go with this as a reaction instead:]

Excuse me? I was born in 1991! God, you guys are seriously calling me "old"?!

[She has never been fake insulted in her entire life!]

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure! Maybe you see her groaning, her head on the table while poking at her food or maybe you notice a blue and red blur flying around the city. Or make up your own prompt. You can contact me through halcyoning if you want to plot! o/]

For Peter Parker (webshoots)

[wapow]

[The thing that was making Kara especially nervous and defensive was that fact she herself was an alien as well and didn't appreciate being outed like this, secret identity notwithstanding. Also, there was the underlying anxiety and fear of scientists and doctors (who weren't her adoptive parents or sister), instilled in her at the tender age of 12 because of the all too real possibility of Kara getting discovered and then taken away by the DEO to be experimented on and then exploited by the government (there was a reason why Clark didn't want to work for the DEO in the first place and why Jerimiah offered himself to work at the DEO to take Kara's place when they did threaten to take her away for real).

She had barely talked her way out of getting a blood sample because she knows that the needle won't have any chance to stab her due to her impenetrable Kryptonian skin. Small victories, she internally supposes.]

I know! [She answered Peter a little too hotly before sighing and softening her tone.] Sorry... I know that. It's just, this has been really aggravating. Like, they're provoking us deliberately by broadcasting really personal info.

alice kozakura | oc

[ninjabanish]

i. more like pegasustenance

[Alice was not unused to traveling, nor of having to procure her own food and drink. But the strange mark on her collarbone is making her hungry, thirsty, and her temper getting the better of her. So when the pegasus descends, Alice is waiting, and ready. Throwing her knives, casting fireballs, and spinning her sickles, she is determined to get some meat from this.

It's a pity the pegasus seems to be knifeproof. And angry. Still, it's a dramatic showdown of man vs nature, of ninja vs horse, of... Well, one of them's starving and one of them's a horse, so it's probably not all that dramatic. Still, she would probably appreciate a hand.]

ii. camp fuck you don't die

[When the comm unit starts up, this poor girl from a medieval world has no clue what the fuck is going on, and she can be found with a surprising amount of weapons brandished- A shortsword in one hand, a sickle in the other, handles of several throwing knives poking from pouches along her legs. She resembles nothing so much as a puffed-up frightened cat as she's trying to intimidate this freaky machine. You may walk in on her doing this, in which case, if you startle her, her weapons are turned to point at you as well.

On the other hand, you might come across her later, while you're investigating the food. The powdered food. That says "edible". That's not suspicious at all. If anyone is going to try to eat some of it, Alice is going to go fuss at them.]

I would advise you not. We've no idea what that is, after all.

iii. doctors strange

[Alice isn't a shy person, exactly. Actually, that's a lie, she's very shy, and she wants to keep all her personal details, well, private. And as a fellow doctor, albeit a medieval one, she's keeping her clothes on and going on a minor tirade at the doctors trying to spread around everyone's personal details. Height and weight, she doesn't mind. But odd details? And estimated rate of sexual activity?]

How dare you- Have you no sense of tact? Of confidentiality? If you wish for trust, you must give reason to be trusted, rather than shouting someone's private affairs for all to hear!

[She's going on a rant at the doctors. And is completely ignored as one of them points out her estimated sexual activity is a big zero. Which. Isn't wrong, but it's hard to say if how red she's turning is from embarrassment or from anger.]

iv. wildcard

[Hit me up in message here or on plurk at lastbastion if you want to plot something else here! Alice here is 6'6 and has pointed elf-like ears so she's fairly noticeable basically anywhere she goes.]

i

[talkingwithfists]

[ If there were anything that Feather would consider good from the fact that he suddenly appeared in this place, it would be the fact that he could fight something unknown to test his power level again. And it was true. It didn't take long journey for him to encounter an unfamiliar horse with wings (which looks kinda cool, he'd have to admit).

So at a point where Alice is busy keeping the pegasus' attention at herself, there'd be a flash of someone rushing at the monster from the side before he lands a hard punch, Captain Falcon-style, on its face. ]

Alright!

[ ...God, the pegasus is a bit on the rougher end to punch. ]

angela ❝ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ❞ ziegler ● overwatch

[cadeuces]

█ lisa frank's LSD fun house

█ PESKY PRESUMPTIONS BY PRETTY PESTS )
( As she woke, the crystal shards had alarmed her but it was nothing she hasn't handled before, waking in an unfamiliar place surrounded by dangerous things— the occasional knife in her face, a gun pointed at her, militia members kidnapping the doctors in an effort to leverage food and aid supplies from the UN. "Another day, another dollar."

She's careful in how she moves and only comes away with a few sliver-cuts, which have miraculously (technologically) healed on their own within moments, and none of the four "presented" options suit her. She keeps her head, has a thorough look around, and then sets off with what she can manage.

The sting of the mosquito is what seems to cause the first real damage to her; she isn't initially concerned until she's rubbing a hand over one of the sting sites at her bicep, feeling the welts raising around the mark. Another near her wrist, and she can actually roll back the material of her undersuit to view the triangular mark rising. They all feel the same beneath her suit, though she only sustains a few.

The problem comes from the side effects, and she can't recall a time she's ever been so leaden with exhaustion and her stomach has ached from hunger, or she's been parched to the bone. She misses people, warmth, coffee, and god, she would do unto others some fair bit of harm for her sudden and overwhelming desire for curry.

Angela doesn't realize how deep the hunger for others goes until she finally catches sight of someone, and her voice is a hoarse little thing as her arm shoots right up to wave, trying to hail them and call out. Just pause long enough for her to catch up, and perhaps take note of what she hasn't— as one of the moonblessed of Iris, there are sweet, glimmering white spots across her cheekbones, and unseen to all beneath her clothing, dusting her shoulders and speckling her spine, flaring out at the small of her back. She's also sporting two dainty little antlers through fine blond hair. Apologies if she comes at you a bit intensely, new friend. You're the first she's seen yet and she looks desperate for a friendly face, concern knitting her brows like you might not even be real. )

Excuse me— did you come from a town...?

( They might not even speak the same language, but all she can do is try to ask and try to tamp down that sudden rush of what she'd already been feeling dialed to 11, and the sudden flush of heat that rises up in her is alarming, to say the least. Angela has the doe eyes down if nothing else. )


█ IS THIS WHAT ERASURE SANG ABOUT? )
( Company or no, the water is a sweet relief and she's all too used to heat mirages to know this for the real thing. She still even has her rolled up canteen on her and a silly lifestraw, if this were for any reason dangerous. She's collapsing at the edge and reaching to touch her fingertips to it to test when she realizes the images it's reflecting.

Or transmitting, rather. Is that... her? Crumpled and filthy with dust and blood, amidst rubble. Mechanical wings broken beneath her, eyes pale and unseeing. There's no rise or fall to her chest, not a twitch of the fingertips, nothing— stranger still, however, is seeing who she's certain is Genji there beside her, and the shadows thrown of familiar broad shoulders, of an easy cant of the hips that spoke to Jesse, or the shorter stature of their old engineer. Her family. The second one. Some who were certainly beyond the world of the living, as she seemed to be here, now. One of her fellow MSF doctors is the one shaking her, trying to rouse her or her nanites.

Her hand's sunk in the edge of the pond, listless and silent, as she continues to watch. She's forgotten about testing water safety or drinking from it. (Though, thankfully, there seems to be no reaction to her degloved hand in the water.)

What is this place...? )

█ camp nowhere

( The comms unit is still playing that strange song as she pokes through it, resting just inside the lip of the cavern and keeping an eye out for anyone else visible on the horizon. No one should be left alone out here, and she's since filled up her canteen with the water from the earlier strange pond. Someone else would surely benefit from a drink, as well. And the weird powdered food she's found, experimenting with adding some of the water.

Very, very small amounts, because somehow edible paste could be decidedly more offputting than barely-flavored powder, but at least it didn't dry out one's mouth trying to eat it and it seemed to be doing the trick.

The ehm... personal massager is sitting there, a safe distance from her, eyeballed for what it seems to be. Nope. Not going there. So, who's looking for a nap partner and/or powdered dinner date? Angela may have very well nodded off sitting upright until you approach, if you'd like the "deer in headlights" response. At least she doesn't put up a fight for company. )

█ interstellar action force, assemble!

█ STOP GETTING TASED I SWEAR )
( Angela can pick out the scientists with a passion when they finally arrive; it's the ones bristling with excitement and that thirst to know, and something about it has her relaxed upon discovery, exhausted though she (and her companion(s)) may be. It sets her at ease to know that no matter where they may be, there are always those willing to learn and share that excitement in discoveries. She just happens to be the discovery this time. They exchange questions and her own come pointed, readily answering what likely seems to be "far too much", just as interested in being willing to learn as much as possible in turn.

If anyone happens to get neuro-tased into submission, Angela's at their side in a heartbeat to try and protect them from any further action and offer companionship until they come back around and regain use of their limbs. And she will keep them company until they're loaded up on the transport, and she's sure they're going to be left alone. She even shares her drink with them if they're going to be denied it. Need a friend, Mr. or Mrs. Rambunctious? )

Hey, are you all right?


█ IT'S NOT VERY CASH MONEY TO BE THE LITTLE SPOON )
( One thing to note about Angela is that she submits quite willingly to whatever the scientists ask of her, and she strips down without hesitation for them to continue. It's only then that the spots on her are questioned, and she seems unaware. Surely not she can see them on her shoulders, but she twists to try and see her back, and feels her face— nothing she can tell. And when she's finally released and told they have to bunk up, well.

It catches her off-guard. Those white spots glimmer a little brighter under the lights here, the dark bodysuit clinging to her dusty from the trek along the moon and most of her white armor since removed well before they'd been rescued and she'd had to remove everything for examinations, packed in a bag she'd found in the caverns. So she turns to the nearest person with that unwieldy thing slung over her shoulder, canting her head to the side. )

Would you be terribly opposed? I won't mind the sharing. I've certainly done worse in the desert.

( The bumpiness of the ride makes the remainder difficult, but having someone beside her would do wonders to ease that tension and she's sure it would work in reverse, as well. At least she looks nice, and she's a gentle person in demeanor well before she had deer characteristics freckling her cheeks. )

█ wildcard!

( ooc: —or hit me with some other aspect of any other prompts, or hit me up for something different altogether! I can be PMed here, or shoot me a private plurk @ clegane. I'm down to write anything at all! ♥ )

never stop getting tased

[darkcharge]

[ In his defense, it's not like Vanitas had been Mr. Rambunctious at all. He doesn't like the questions nor does he care for the attention that the locals are giving him. Vanitas doesn't like people getting overly close to him, touching him, or trying to get him to open up. All in all the entire thing had been overwhelming and, in his mind, he had acted out accordingly. He had even given them a fair warning - something he is not really known to do.

In their defense, Vanitas isn't really someone to be trifled with and they are totally within their rights to have gone after him like they did. That doesn't mean Vanitas appreciates the numbness or even sitting there helpless. He's practically glaring at nothing and everything as he comes to for the first time and notices Angela's presence. ]

Does it look like I'm all right?

[ Since being snappy at the first person that approaches him is totally the way to go about this. ]

Xemnas | Kingdom Hearts

[letxequalnull]

{C; the waters of memory}

[Xemnas finds the pools early on in his explorations of the moon. Not because they're anything he finds particularly interesting, necessarily, but because they're visual distinct. A splash of color across the landscape, and a decent enough landmark besides. Something that can be returned to easily enough, as he begins his explorations of the place he's found himself on.

(New worlds are not, and never will be anything new, to him. That he hadn't been expecting to find himself on another world, perhaps. But without a heart with which to truly care, that he has been... displaced is only a minor inconvenience.)

It's only some time later that he catches a glimpse into the water's depth, and the image within it. It's hardly accurate, of course. He knows better than to assume that his associates would display even the slightest concern to find him limp and apparently unresponsive. Still for all that it's very clearly incorrect, it's intriguing and after a time he turns to whoever happens to be nearby.]

Tell me. What do you make of the images one can behold here?

[He gestures, briefly, at the pool standing in front of him, in case clarification should be necessary.]

{E; caverns of remembrance}

[For all that he might not truly care to admit as such, even Nobodies tire. Or at least, can grow weary of exploring nonstop. More in Xemnas' cases, given that he has never particularly cared to involve himself in the same reconnaissance and exploratory missions that the others of the (first) Organization had frequently been sent on. In fact, he only partially cares to now, and that mostly because it's hardly as if there is any immediately visible way out.

In either case, once he spots the cavern, he makes for it without so much as a second thought. With no way of knowing how long any of them will be meant to remain - nor indeed what to expect from the world they have found themseles in - knowing where to find shelter will be... more important than it might have otherwise been.

Of course, there's always the possibility that he'll end up simply walking in on someone who had the same idea, but he can no more be bothered to be embarrassed about the possibility than he can find it within himself to actually be concerned about any of what's going on. Either way, once he spots the bags simply marked 'EDIBLE' even he can't keep a look of disbelief off his face.]

Certainly not an ideal method of communicating one's intended point. Especially not if it is intended to be something one would have believed to be the truth.

[It might not kill him, perhaps. But even so he's less than inclined to actually put it to the test, just at the moment.]

{Wildcard}

[Anything else goes here! Xemnas will be generally lurking around exploring both the moon and the planet, when they get there, so I'm open to whatever!]

E

[darkcharge]

[ Xemnas isn't the only lurker around here. Vanitas is fairly good at staying out of sight when he desires it. The problem is that he doesn't really want to do it all that often. Though for the sake of being in a place that he has no idea how to leave or what is even going on? Yes, he'll rely more on stealth and observation.

Until running across someone that he just can't resist pestering. That's not going to work for Xemnas, though, and Vanitas is fully aware of that. He's not likely going to bother. ]

And yet someone is going to be desperate enough to go through with it anyway.

[ Because people do irrational things all the time. ]

sombra | overwatch | continuations and new threads welcome!

[infiltrar]

❚ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE | A

[Nothing makes much sense, which is a serious bummer, because as much as she is digging the visuals of this place there is no discernible reason as to why she's even here or, most importantly, why she's here. God, she hopes she doesn't have to explain this. Gabe wouldn't believe her for a second. Sombra figures if she can at least pocket a crystal or two she can bring it back to headquarters for proof (and figure out what kind of profit she can make from them, like are they legit??).

She doesn't expect for the place to have a bug problem though.

She also doesn't expect to immediately hallucinate running away from some weirdass giant green creature throwing cucumbers at her.]

¡hijo de su puta madre, no me chingas!

[It's as she's escaping it that she seems to find another one (which just so happens to be you), and it does not make her happy.]

There's two of you? Where am I, fucking Disneyland?

❚ CAMP NOWHERE | D

[Too bad for whoever set up the comm unit in the cavern didn't set very strong passwords. Of course even if they did, Sombra would be able to hack through them with ease. She starts trawling through the music collection trying to find something a little more to her tastes, but sadly, it's all idol nonsense.]

These girls all sound like exactly the same, what's the point? [It's as she settles on something that stands out a little more to her that Sombra starts getting more curious.

She's found a special folder. Which she immediately regrets. Hopefully whoever just walked into the cavern doesn't see the flash of very salacious idol fanart that just popped up on the screen. Sombra hiccups on a laugh then closes the window immediately.]

Oops! This is a PG concert. Lets not go there.

❚ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE | G

[Hopefully you don't mind the figure slumped atop most of the bunk bed, chowing down on one of those moonshine fruits, which means she is kind of ridiculously drunk. Still strangely coherent though. Sombra's got a high tolerance thanks to her penchant for mezcal.

Once she notices someone she'll just give them a waggle of her fingers in greeting before offering another piece of fruit she snatched. Y'know, for later.]

Si'down, relax. How's your day going?

❚ WILDCARD

[For those interested in interacting with Sombra within the city of Lunatia or dealing with moonblessing things. You can roll with Sombra either being under Sanguis as a snake or Cordis as a fox or cat. I am open to smut with my preferences being both m/f and f/f, but characters 21+ only please!]

❚ sun ce

[infiltrar]

( ☠ )

[It would be a complete and utter lie to insist that Sombra is not normally this unnecessarily flirtatious, but she's certainly more giddy about it than usual. And a lot less nefarious about her interest too. Without orders from the boss and the powers that be, she's left to her own devices, and you can't exactly blame her for simply wanting to have a bit of casual fun on the brink of being totally plastered. She's surprised she can even make coherent sentences, but she's certainly being touchy-feely, her lips twisting wide as she lets out another delighted giggle while running her long nails through the purple shock of hair that droops over the side of her head.]

You can probably tell I got a color scheme going. Kinda obnoxious, but hey, I'm like that too. [She lets out a sputtering laugh for no reason, sweeps her hair off her shoulder then turns in order to face him a little better. Her fingernails tip-toe along his arm up his shoulder.]

I mean, to be fair I'm popular with 'em for a whole different reason. I kinda make them miserable. But that's just part of my job. [She smiles at him, all wide with teeth and probably leaning in unnecessarily close as she takes another bite of her fruit. Excuse her for a moment as she talks with her mouth full for a second.] So army boy, what's a guy like you fighting ever so righteously for, hmm?

Mirin | Granblue Fantasy | Cordis probably idk

[skygaijin]

I. Interstellar, H

Subject have a very unhealthy obsession with the eastern culture, even though her obsession can be considered as-

WAAAAAAAAH-!!

[ If your character wasn't deaf, you would most definitely hear the screeches of the young girl coming from just right in the queue next to your spot. Surely that piqued your interest, right? If it hadn't yet, the voice of the scientists calling for the Moon Knights and one of the said platoon rushing to the spot where you heard the girl's voice earlier would definitely works wonder.

When you decided to do a closer inspection, you'd most definitely finally be able to see a girl clad in kimono swinging her katana around while screaming some sort of 'DON'T SAY ANY FURTHER THAN THAT' or 'THAT IS A LIE' (spoiler: It really isn't) towards the scientists. This is definitely the most peaceful top level of the prompt that you'd find in this tdm so please just pretend you heard and saw nothing. There's definitely not going to be some sort of chaos in the building around Mirin right now.

Capiche? ]

II. Explore, Caihong

[ After some time has passed, the Moonblessed would probably be already on the final step of the stage of grief and be comfortable with their situation. At one peaceful night, your character probably happens to pass or chill (or even is actually hanging out with Mirin) around Caihong to notice the girl in kimono sitting by the bridge, a single piece of pen and paper in her hand.

Surprisingly, Mirin looks deep in thought -which is definitely a big wonder as 99% of the time she'd have this big smile plastered on her lips- although she does occasionally make a glance here or there at either your character or the giant dragon statues around them. ]

Dancing on the wind.

Happy feet above the earth.

[ Yep, she's writing some sort of haiku to keep her entertained for the night, though she's obviously hitting the wall over here. ]

Uuu... What would be the best end to the five-seven-five for that, gozaru-- [ As she's thinking, she somehow manages to catch the sight of your character (or finally remembers that your character have been there with her) and leans her attention towards you, eyebrows furrowing in this thin line of getting stressed out because she's not that inspired right now. ] -Oh yeah, you probably can help Mirin with it, right? Do you have any idea?

[ Please don't let her down, fellow Moonblessed. Or better, just get as confused by her sudden request. That works as well. ]

III. Wildcard

[ Create your own prompt!! I'll most definitely reply with what you had in mind! ]

h

[talkingwithfists]

[ I'd say I am sorry but that'd be another plus one for my lie count just for today so I am just going to say that I am not sorry bluntly.

Anyways Rie you legit asked for chaos, right? Well, it's not chaotic enough until Feather, who just happens to be close to her, noticed the platoon of Moonknight trying to mob on the girl. Well, guess who looks delighted at the sight of them. Or better, who's fast and stupid enough to land a punch right on one of the the security guard's fucking face?

Feather, that's who. ]

Alright! I have been waiting for the moment I could meet the strong guys of this place! Come at me!

[ Of course, the scientists and the security guards would look surprised as hell at this predicament. As opposed to Feather who's most definitely going to enjoy what's to come! ]

peter parker | marvel → 616

[webshoots]

i → lsd fun house ( ⍢ )

[ he thinks he's experienced weirder, but he's not entirely sure — there's a fogginess to his thoughts that he can't quite shake, but he's alive and that's something. he has his webshooters, so that's a second something and it could always be worse (is what he's telling himself), which is basically a third something. there's only the minor questions of where he is and how he got here, with a side of who did this (question mark) left to answer.

(the latter is his favourite question.)

a twist of his lips and a few names (suggestions, more than definitives) bounce around his thoughts as he takes in the landscape: it's incredible, really — all points and edges and he really doesn't think he's seen much like it, and the sand is—

—sand. he groans. he's going to be finding grit and dust between his toes and in his hair and in his pants for days; his body aches like he's — well, mostly like he's just been fighting for his life, which he has, but it's accompanied by a deeper ache that's a little bit more unsettling and he settles with telling himself that he's just coming down with the flu.

(it's been a tough couple of weeks.)

there's no clue as to which direction might lead to civilisation and after a quick glance up at the sky (notes the stars), peter picks a direction: more crystals, some as tall as skyscrapers, some merely (quote-unquote) the size of cars but, he thinks, it's less open. more chance of finding anyone else, but then there's that familiar tingling, a twist of his head, and— ]

—gh! [ is what he manages, eloquently, when the mosquito bites him. there's a series of quick thoughts, mostly about how it's fine, he's only been bitten by an unknown insect on an unknown planet slash in an unknown dimension slash wherever he is, it's not like he could have a terrible reaction to it or anything, but his first response is, predominately, to ignore it.

—and then he sees the person. they're a shadow more than anything else at first, and with a couple of quick swings (thwip), he comes to rest against the side of crystal, looking down at the person below.

(wow, he suddenly feels terrible. okay, first thing's first, pete, is to say hello to mr./miss./other mysterious down there, and then... find food? or sleep? food and sleep, and maybe— no, focus.)

he drops down to the ground, holds his hands up. under the mask, the corners of his lips quirk into a wry smile. ]

Hey, Glinda, I think I lost my dog, and my ruby red slippers are definitely with my other dress, but if you've seen a [ there's a breath of a pause, an inhale of breath and god, he feels awful; a loose wave of a hand. ] —yellow brick road at all, I'll gladly take the directions.

ii → camp nowhere

[ when he'd first found the cavern, the shelter had been tempting — it was a place to rest for a few minutes until he can come up with a plan of action. the planet (whatever) itself isn't unnerving, not per se — there's nothing setting off his spider-sense, and it's quiet.

(creepily quiet.)

peter's not sure if the indication that someone else had been here is a relief or not: they're not still here, there's no sign that they've — or anyone — has been here in a while.

the comms device they'd left behind holds his attention for a while and he keeps the music playing in the background as a mild distraction as he browses the device in a vain attempt to find answers — anything that might help him work out where he is and what has happened to him.

he doesn't know how much time has passed: his watch has stopped and the only indication he has is how he feels. that is to say: he's tired and he's hungry — he's used to running on empty, and not for the first time, he regrets the fact that his suit doesn't have pockets.

EDIBLE, the packets say, but peter's not sure how much he trusts someone who really likes—

(oh. his eyes widen and two and two get put together as he attention flickers from the screen of the comms device to long, thin and buzzy and back again.

to think he touched that with his bare hands.) ]

I'm never going to feel clean again.

iii → wildcard

( i'm up for basically anything, but if you're unsure, just shoot me a pm! happy to explore the other prompts as well. )

( ooc: as a note, peter is pre-the-mess-that-was-omd. )

→ amélie | widowmaker

[webshoots]

Woke up here. [ he clarifies; it wouldn't be the first time he'd inadvertently travelled to another dimension through sheer bad luck (or recklessness, some people would definitely describe it as recklessness — stark, cap, strange.) he's not ruling that out, either, though if that's the case, there's a part of him that really hopes he stumbles across reed richards or even doc strange.

amélie is the first person he's encountered so far, and the flash of hope he'd had at her providing answers had disappeared when she said the last human wasn't helpful. the way she's convinced they've been brought here is interesting, and he wonders if she's got any reason to believe it so resolutely. ] —And Queens. That's pronounced q-u-e-e-n-s, spelled w-h-y, by the way. Who do you think brought you here?

Lancer aka Scáthach | Fate/ | Sanguis | OPEN TO NEW THREADS

[scatmaam]

[ b; no ball or chain no prison shall keep ]

Get down! Take cover!

[ Heroic Spirits technically didn't need to eat, and Lancer could have lasted far longer without food or drink than most even if she weren't one. But she had seen the Pegasus's gorgeous flight, sensed is strength and grace, and of course her first instinct was to pick a fight with the damn thing. But to her great shock, it turned out that blood red spear of hers made no dent in its crystal lined hide. Figures, she thought. She'd need to find a weak point.

But in the quest for said weak point, and her glanced killing blow having only angered the beast, she needed to create some distance between herself and the creature. She needed some time to observe its motions, how it fought, how it thought. Read her opponent, and strike when it was exposed. And she'd have a much easier time if someone hadn't decided to also be on her battlefield at the same time. ]

I said move, you daft bastard! [ There was a Pegasus chasing her down. Better do what she says. ]

[ f; your empty glass is but a tear filled eye ]

What sort of weapon is this?

[ She passed on the rations to whoever followed her, assuming without asking that they likely needed it more than she did, and didn't bother with the communicator either. Instead she went right for the strange tool, taking it up in both hands, rolling it between her fingers and observing it as closely as she could.

What was it made of? What did those settings mean? Why the crudely drawn faces? Were those a different sort of Rune? She had a lot of questions, and there really was nothing to it but to start messing around with it, first be flicking it about, getting a feel for its weight. ]

It doesn't seem like much of a survival tool...

[ g; her breath pure as whiskey my heart fell in love ]

[ As Lancer settled in her bunk, she didn't accommodate much for her bunk partner, but at least felt herself relaxed enough that she wasn't going to complain about sharing. Between the explanations from the natives and the nutrition they'd provided, Lancer could sense the tension starting to ease out of her system, and breath fulls of that sweet air made the trip almost a pleasant one.

Well. Anything would be pleasant, she figured, compared to the landscape of the moon (apparently it was a moon) she'd been stranded on. She still had a lot of questions, questions no one had any real answers to, but for the moment, she had to assume another great event of importance had necessitated her presence. It was the same reason she'd become a Heroic Spirit at all, wasn't it? The needs of the World. Or in this case, Another World... ]

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing...

[ She sang softly, eyes staring above unfocused, almost a lullaby... She didn't intend to sleep, though. ]

Are you comfortable?

[ wildcard ]

[ hmu if u wanna do anything wild yo. i'm open to anything. contact info is in journal. ]

F

[whereswalder]

...Maybe it's a wand of some kind?

[yeah, honestly, Walder's pretty clueless about that thing too. He leans over to get a better look...]

I don't know anything about magic, though, so I wouldn't be able to tell.

Shorter Wong | Banana Fish | Cordis | OPEN TO NEW THREADS

[shortorders]

[ a+c; shady towns guerillas tryin' to lay me down ]

[ It had all been so much to take in and process that he'd barely noticed the mosquito had bit him until well after the bite mark had started to swell up and itch. At first, the crystal dust lining his fingertips lead to him scratching well too hard at first, causing the bite mark to bleed, and for him to wince. Well that pain at least ruled out this being a dream, as much as it had stung. Shorter hissed through his teeth, and it was at that moment the thirst hit him like a truck, barreling him over and leaving his tongue desperately dry. He felt an almost animal-like panic, the sort he hadn't really felt since he was a child, and he immediately took off, looking for something, *anything* resembling water. If he could breathe in this strange place, that meant their had to be water, right?

Thankfully, he found it at a nearby pond, pretty much diving right into the water (a terrible idea considering he was still sporting an open wound, but hey, he wasn't in the right state of mind to think shit through). He drank by the mouthful, taking in as much of the water as he could, splashing it over himself, getting every part of him soaked, right to the core. He'd never been so glad to taste or feel water in his life.

But as his thirst started to finally abate, it was then he noticed what the pond's surface, though disturbed by his presence within it, was reflecting. It definitely wasn't the wild, neon landscape around him. No, that was... the mansion. That was Eiji and Ash. They were trying to speak to him, but the words were completely mute. ]

No way... What kind of fucked up... I thought this wasn't a dream. Is it? The hell... is going on?

[ d+e+f; ask them how they like me now ]

[ His foraging for anything to eat lead him to the cave, and to the stray communicator. A high tech phone, for sure... It didn't really answer any of his questions about where he was or how he got there, but at least it was marginally familiar. And the song was super catchy, providing great background music while he checked around the rest of the room. Turn up the volume, let his brain turn off for a bit and catch up...

He didn't even take a second guess about the food. He'd seen rations before, and "edible" and "no visible expiration date" were all he cared about, tearing it open and stuffing his cheeks immediately as he started to examine the weird baton looking thing that was also there, swinging it about and pointing it at the person who'd accompanied him to the cave. ]

Hey. You got any clue what this thing is? [ He mumbled through a stuffed mouth. ]

[ g; with the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave ]

[ It hadn't been his first guess, but he supposed 'Alien World' tracked about as much as his other ideas had, and it at least gave him a grounding he'd been desperate for. So he wasn't dead, at least. If that pond had been correct, Eiji was at least safe and with Ash again. But he definitely still felt off. Knowing where he was lost didn't really stop him from feeling lost. But he could at least try to rest for the moment now that his wound was properly treated and he'd gotten some actual food and drink in his system.

He scooched himself all the way to the wall when his bunkmate came in, offering a nod. Damn, it did smell nice in these compartments. It had him feeling pretty warm already, even without a second person snuggling in. ]

Don't worry too much about me. I promise I'll keep my hands to myself. It's been a long day, right? [ Day, night, week, he actually... wasn't super sure. ]

[ wildcard ]

[ feel free to hit me up if there's any particular thing you were interested in doing! contact info is in journal ]

G

[whereswalder]

It... really has, hasn't it?

[Honestly, Walder feels a little claustrophobic in most enclosed spaces, so he does look a little nervous bunking with someone else... but he should get used to it! He should be fine, right?]

Don't worry, though, because I too will respect your personal space! You have my word as a Forest Ranger.

alisaie leveilleur / final fantasy xiv / open to new threads!

[adelphoi]

i; dora the destroyer - arrival

[ waking in a bed of crystals is certainly jarring, but a little less shocking from someone who originally hails from a world where crystals are a commonplace environmental feature associated with energy and life, so it's surprisingly.. unsurprising.

the surprising thing is waking up somewhere completely different from where you had fallen asleep. alisaie can only assume that astoria had seen fit to whisk them away again, though far, far sooner than anticipated, and to another world entirely, not the temple in between. there's also the distinct lack of a grating, bubbly voice in her mind.

the immediate concern, however, is that crystals are hard and sharp and very uncomfortable to lie in. with a low groan, alisaie unfurls herself and blinks blearily, her eyes stinging with an immediate assault of refracted light and color, everything is so.. shiny. is she alone? how has she come to be here? what is this stinging on her arm - ]

Seven hells -

[ she breathes, whacking away a.. mosquito?? from the back of her hand. already an itchy bump is beginning to rise. a warm welcome indeed. surely that doesn't mean anything bad.. ]

ii; powdered lunch - camp nowhere

[ bold of her to assume that that simple mosquito would not heck her up royally. nothing is ever so simple on a new world.

by the time alisaie reaches a small cave that looks like shelter she is certainly feeling rather worse for wear. her limbs feel heavy and useless, she can barely go ten fulms without tripping over her own feet, and when the landscape is an array of beautiful but hard, sharp crystals, taking a few tumbles is uncomfortable to say the least.

hissing through her teeth, alisaie drops hard onto the cavern floor, rubbing at her right arm with her left hand, the only one that seems to be working properly at the moment. she's cranky, and hungry, but the twelve above seem to be looking down upon her, for at her feet is a bag labeled.. edible.

how promising.

she leans to lift it, only to be struck with yet another wave of disappointment. powdered food is slightly better than repulsive nutritional goop, but only by the barest of margins. what she would not give for a juicy dodo shank, or some warm, fried popotoes.. ]

Lovely.

[ it is not lovely at all. ]

iii; moonstruck - government center

[ well, she's not too much closer to real, important answers, but this is certainly a step up from stumbling around a barren crystalscape eating unattractive powdered foods. it's only because she's just arrived from a sprawling space station before this that she isn't entirely gobsmacked by the view, but even still, it is beautiful and impressive.

she can properly appreciate it now that she's had a wonderfully hot bath, and is sitting before a warm plate of something that looks foreign but far more appealing than a bag of tasteless food powder. alisaie chooses a seat nearest to the window with the best view that she can, leaning near to survey the domed city and crystal landscape beyond while she tucks into her meal with a wild abandon.

which is a polite way to put it. she's wolfed down half her plate within seconds. ]

iv; wildcard;

[ not feeling any of the above prompts? no worries! tweak one however you like, or throw something new at me, i'm game! ]

reverie;

[adelphoi]

[ from here!

well that is.. a very colorful and detailed explanation, isn't it? but it's satisfying enough, she supposes. if it's a poison it's certainly slow-acting, and besides, what a silly way to kill someone, anyway. this landscape is brutal enough that should anyone want some random passersby dead, they would need only wait for a hundred other things to do the job.

so, she shrugs, and dumps a handful of it out into her palm. ]

Very well.

[ down the hatch! ]

lunafreya nox fleuret / ffxv . open to new threads

[petparent]

i; cavern

[ luna is no stranger to toil, but even still, this landscape is brutal.

she has so very many questions. her duties extend beyond her own lifetime, she knows this, accepts this, and yet still she had thought that.. that at last she could rest a little bit, that she could be beside him at last, that she could find respite with the crisis passed and her duties at long last fulfilled. while she would never refuse a call for help should it come, this is still, um, unexpected.

but no matter. she will move forward. she has no more answers, and in fact many more questions by the time she locates a little cavern where she can rest her feet, and finds there a communication device that looks foreign, but is yet familiar enough that she has no real trouble operating it. there seems to be all the usual nonsense one might find on a phone - time and date and messages and also.. a concert video?? the sudden noise from the holographic image after long relative silence is enough to startle her into dropping it, but she recovers quickly with a breathless laugh. at least it seems to be none the worse for wear for her butterfingers.

but there's no way to.. turn the video off, it seems, at least not that she can find. here's hoping no hungry beasties are attracted to the sound of 80s idol songs. ]

ii; dropship

[ well it would certainly be a lie to say that luna isn't accustomed to being strongarmed on and off of ships by foreign forces, but at least these people seem polite enough!

even if they're asking incredibly inappropriate questions, to which she replies only with a sweet, icy smile. she's cooperative enough in every other regard, however, that the transition goes smoothly enough. she is offered a warm, refreshing drink and shuffled off to a.. rather cramped sleeping area to rest.

super duper cramped. in fact, there seem to be no open spaces in the beds at all, and many of them seem to be doubled up already. also, what is that lovely smell? one deep inhale has her feeling quite at ease. with no further preamble, luna chooses the nearest occupied bed and settles herself comfortably onto the floor beside it, tugging a thin blanket around her shoulders, while the two dogs at her heels lie down at her flanks, resting their heads on their paws. ]

I hope I've not disturbed you.

iii; base

[ well, she's certainly had many questions answered, though it seems there are many more still that have cropped up in the place of those she's fulfilled. at the very least she has a rough idea of where she is.

why she is here is another matter entirely.

but those answers shall hopefully come with time, and honestly? she's very tired, not only in body, but in heart and soul as well, and luna is content for now to simply digest the information she has been given. and the food, too. she can be found eating, but mostly she walks the place, peering with unfiltered awe at the city below the dome, often in the company of one or both of her dogs, though they have a tendency to wander.. ]

iv; wildcard

[ come at me! tweak one of my prompts or write something new for me! ♥ ]

noctis;

[petparent]

[ from here!

[ he pulls away from her, and even those scant few inches feel like too much. but this way she can see his face, his eyes, which is a worthwhile exchange.

drawing back her hands, lunafreya carefully lifts them to his face, her thumbs beneath his eyes to brush away the wetness that clings there. she feels it too, the sting of tears, the clutching feeling in her chest that is painful and raw, and yet her tears are ones of overwhelming joy, as well. to even get this much with him, to be able to touch him, to feel how warm his skin is, to hear his voice, to have him here in front of her physically, truly..

it feels like a blessing. ]

You have already earned it.

[ she says, because he has, and she does not want him to think that he needs to earn anything at all for her, that he needs to be any more than what he already is. but she.. understands, too, that maybe he needs to prove it to himself, as well. ]

But I know you will not.

[ she has always had faith in him, even when he does not have it in himself. ]

Gwendolyn | Odin Sphere | open to new threads!

[royaliability]

LSD FUN HOUSE; (A)

[Initially, the presence of a mosquito isn't worth much attention; it is annoying when it pricks her, prompting Gwendolyn to swat a hand in its direction, but not long after she suddenly finds her leg becoming tired and harder to move, right up until the moment it stops entirely and she tumbles forward onto the ground. After some fruitless attempts to move, the connection becomes clear; she instantly checks the spot she'd been stung and notices the mark where it occurred.]

This is...

[...bad. Is her whole body going to seize up? She reaches out for her spear, drives the crystal tipped end into the ground for support and struggles to pull herself to one leg. To her credit, she's almost standing!

But she falls again.

The spear even bounces off the ground as it drops and rolls away, leaving her unable to try that again. Help a girl out?]

LSD FUN HOUSE; (B)

[The pond shows what her heart most desires; it isn't that she wants to see her home (well, she does) but even more than that, she sees a number of her fellow Valkyries surrounding her body, with Myris and her Father closest of all. Myris is distraught to the point of tears, but Odin is the one attempting to wake her to no avail, shaking her body and calling to her.

She draws a hand to her chest...alone with her thoughts, she looks more guilty than upset.]

(Is it so wrong? Father's never been so worried for my sake...not once...that I can see him now with my own two eyes, concerned for my well being...what's wrong with that?)

[She considers it, but dismisses those darker thoughts by striking the pool with the end of her spear, the water rippling and distorting the image. She can't be happy for someone else's misery.]

This place...certainly is frustrating.

[She says aloud, to nobody in particular.]

FOOD

[While you're considering whether or not the food's safe to eat, Gwendolyn's already halfway through the contents of an opened bag nearby. She only stops once she realises she's being watched, looking over in the direction of the nearest onlooker.]

It isn't particularly tasty, but it's...filling.

[That's her excuse. her stomach is a black hole, it demands sustenance. at the very least she does extend the bag in offering? want some?]

cyrus

[royaliability]

(from here)

With any luck, we might find something else further down the line.

[Like meat. Meat is good.]

I'd come across an animal earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to harm it. [It's less about it being a living creature and more about her not wanting to pick fights with strange animals by herself.] However, if we become desperate...

[It's an option.]

Hal "Otacon" Emmerich / Metal Gear Solid series / Iris

[codecmoment]

▶LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE: C

There's a startled little cry as a wispy, older bespectacled nerd starts to cry. Genuinely cry, his fingers just barely above the surface of the water; he doesn't move other than that, afraid if he does anything else he will make the vision disappear. As his daughter shakes him in a panic, in a world far away, he goes silent and tries to keep it together. He can't leave her alone - she has nobody. Even with all the independence and a stable job and everything she's worked towards, she's the last family Sunny has. And maybe, Raiden and company can look after her, but this isn't fair to her.

▶CAMP NOWHERE: D

Okay, idol stuff wasn't his thing exactly, but he was aware of how powerful the allure could be; the fanbase was terrifying and deranged at worse, and genuinely excited and the main pillar of money-making. Sure, he tried to mobile idol collecting games, okay? Geez. He preferred not being sucked into gatcha - a dangerous game!

What he was most interested in was pulling the tech apart and seeing how it was made, and how he could adapt and learn from it. Maybe hack it? Maybe make it into a comm device, or a network device - something more useful than a simple video player.

▶INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE: I

Honestly, after having been held captive before in his life, this is a cakewalk - no terrorism, no machines he built that could cause destruction. He didn't like how horrifically embarrassing it was to have people ask how frequently he... engaged... with people, let alone everything else, but that alone was the most embarrassing. It was his business!

Also, it would be wise to be a bit more delicate with subjects you're analyzing on a psychological level. You're gonna skew your results, especially if they have trauma. It was cruel, if you thought about it.

He found a napkin to wipe his glasses off with, and stared into the food, not hungry suddenly. Just... scared. Lost. He didn't think all his contacts would find him, and no super spy was going to magically appear. Those days were over.

Eva

[codecmoment]

from here

"I mean... I get why I might be here. I've been taken hostage before for what I can do, if this is... some weird place that needs a certain skillset. What kind of work do you do? I'm a mechanical engineer. So like, I'm the techy person in the party, so far."

Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard (G) | open to new threads!

[thedarkbond]

[a: the fun house (a)]

[While Ren would probably be a lot more offended about this if the new landscape and the thing he's pretty sure just bit him weren't as interesting as they were, as it is, it's still not really helping all that much. Especially when the markings from it rearrange themselves in the next few minutes into what looks like a stylised pair of Ds.

Initially, it's his arm that goes numb, which definitely isn't helpful, but isn't really critical either when they're walking. And then one of his legs goes dead pretty promptly after, and he's not really that well balanced at the best of times, honestly.

As such, whoever's walking nearby might hear the heavy impact of someone falling to the ground - or, if they're unlucky enough, Ren falling onto them. He's pretty light, at least, and starts trying to get up again with his one un-dead arm almost as soon as he can.]

Ah, sorry...I guess that mosquito thing must have done a little more than bite me...

--

[b: camp nowhere (e)]

[Ren is not at all made for extensive physical exertion, so basically as soon as they find a safe cave, he's out, lying on a somewhat awkward platform made by one of the crystals. There's still some bits and pieces over there, though, so when he's rolling around trying to get back to sleep after he first wakes up, his hand drapes under the platform and across the top of the cooler box.

With a slight hum of interest, he opens it to investigate the...little packets, he supposes. They've got "edible" written on them, but he's not exactly going to take someone else's word for that in this situation, so he waves a hand rather absently to whoever happens to be sharing the cavern with him.]

Hey, do you think this stuff is food or something else...?

--

[c: interstellar action force (h)]

[Ren has definitely been sleeping for most of the trip here, but this whole examination business at the other end is a bit of a rude awakening. The information they're broadcasting isn't exactly of the sort he considers invasive, though, so he mostly hums a little in impatience as they go about their work, looking around the room a little absently as if he might spot something more interesting.

Once he's asked to undress, he curls a hand against his chin as if in thought. He doesn't look bothered by the idea at all, but he glances over to whoever happens to be nearby him and going through the process as well, and speaks in somewhat of an airheaded stage whisper.]

Do you think they'll be finished faster if I don't let them check whatever they want to check for when we're undressed...?

[He's really bored and wants to go investigate the city, okay, it's a valid reason to not want to undress.]

--

[d: wildcard]

[[Feel free to hit me up at reviseleviathan for other ideas, or assume he's out exploring the city after this and run into him doing that!]]

>Blavat

[thedarkbond]

[[From here]]

[Ren leans a little experimentally on the offered arm before putting his weight on it a little more. What little of his weight there is, at least.] Well, I'm not that heavy, either, so I think we'll be okay.

[Oddly, his leg feels a little less numb now, but he still doesn't quite trust it to hold considering it's been on and off a bit even before now, so when he tries taking a step forward with the support, he does it in the same way, with his leg sort of locked.]

Hopefully there's none of those mosquito things out this way...if this is what mosquito bites do here, I'm almost happier to think about getting bitten by normal ones...

soldier 76 | overwatch | open to new threads!

[mylawn]

i. lisa frank - arrival

[76 comes out swinging.

Not immediately swinging, but close enough. The crystals prove to be no match for someone with an enhanced physiology, and he tears them apart with ease. When he gains his bearings he doesn’t exactly take it well. Survival instincts kick into overdrive, and all he can think is that somehow he’s been captured or compromised. The good news, he supposes, is that all of his gear seems to be intact.

Suffice to say, the instant he happens upon someone else, he reacts very poorly.

If you’re fast, you might be able to catch him (or duck) before he swings  before he swings a punch or puts you in a hold like you are now his hostage and/or human shield. If you’re not, surprise!]

Don’t move.

[Is that a gun? It’s definitely a gun, and it is pressed up against you.]

ii. camp nowhere

[Who knows how you ended up traversing this nightmare landscape with this guy, but here you are. The good thing, at least, is that what he lacks in conversation (and, well, a face, currently hidden behind a red-tinted visor), he makes up for in tactical gear and survival skills. 76 moves quickly and efficiently, like someone with training, and you might find that it’s a chore just to keep up with him. Does he ever get tired? Survey says: probably not.

When he happens upon the cave, he enters with the muzzle of his rifle, first, half-expecting to be set-upon by some manner of horrible moonbeast. When that doesn’t happen, he takes a few tentative steps inside, scanning the area with his visor.

A cursory inspection yields what seems to be rations, which would be a positive development if not for the fact that 76 refuses to trust anything, least of all old supplies found in a cave of a moon that looks like this. Still, he’s going to need to eat eventually, and he turns the package over in his hands before offering it to his current companion (that’s you).]

Feeling lucky?

[He sure as hell isn't. Maybe you're hungry enough to chance it.]

iii. action force - moonshine

[Somewhat predictably, 76 doesn’t take the inquiries well at all, to say nothing of being rounded up. His first instinct is to react violently, which lands him a good shot with the neurotransmitter, rendering him mostly useless before he’s deposited in one of the small rooms on the transport. To his credit, he puts up a hell of a fight.

Whatever they shot him with, it leaves him disoriented and numb, unable to do much but be angry and impotent on one of the bunk beds. Anyone who dares to enter the area he’s been dumped in is immediately made to feel unwelcome, responding to any intrusions with an outright snarl.]

Get out.

[Unfortunately, the agent hasn’t quite worn off yet, so all he can really do is try unsuccessfully to look intimidating (hard to do on a bunk bed), nearly falling off the mattress entirely when he tries to reach for his gun.]

iv. wildcard

[Captcha doesn't really bother me, so I'm trucking along with threads on the last TDM post--just let me know if you'd like me to move the thread! I’m pretty much game for whatever. Drop me a line! If you're interested in playing around with moonblessings, 76 is sanguis (snake flavor) for the purposes of this TDM.]

I.

[bloodisthicker]

[...hey.

hey, what the fuck. good thing Tarrlok has been keeping on top of things both back home and now here, because he is definitely going to dodge that and immediately try to catch 76's arm with the water that's on him, which thank fuck he didn't drink that like he wanted to.

Admittedly, 76 might be fast enough to get out of the way, but it's like Tarrlok's controlling some weird fuckin water tentacle with tai chi to try and bind the arm 76 threw a punch with and who knows if he's gonna expect that out of nowhere.]