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▶ TDM OVERFLOW .001


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!
chainofmemories: (12897569)

[personal profile] chainofmemories 2019-03-13 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Naminé reaches the rest of the way, gently resting her hand in his. The firm, solid contact just reinforces the situation at hand, that they were here, they were themselves; she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, but she lets it out. It was nice to know Sora wasn't just making assumptions when he'd said she'd been missed, too.

"I'm glad to be here," she affirms, a slight smile crossing her expression. "I'm... fine. A little worse for wear, but fine." Naminé was, after all, not nearly as equipped as the rest of them at aspects of survival, and had never weathered a harsh condition ever before in her admittedly short life. She didn't have a keyblade, magic spells, battle reflexes... just herself and a power she'd promised herself she'd never use again once the time for it was up.
badluckblues: (qrow11)

[personal profile] badluckblues 2019-03-13 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
As usual, Qrow appears to be taking everything in stride... and as usual, he may or may not have that unaffected air about him only because he's gently bordering on drunk. The truth is, it's been a very long and bizarre day and he has no idea what to make of any of this, from waking up encased in crystal to strange visions in ponds to this. And yes, all of these experiences have been very terrifying in their own unique ways.

He is also at least marginally aware that he's got to keep his shit together, if not for himself then at least for Weiss and the team they've left behind.

"'Course we are," Qrow grunts over the ruckus he's making going through the items. He touches, turns over, and inspects everything, but recognizes close to nothing. It's getting frustrating, not knowing what anything is or where anyone is.

"Just not right now. You won't be much use to anyone until you get some sleep, Princess."
serpentillusion: (013)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-13 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. Did you think they've simply always existed?

[She sounds amused at that.] Our Master has created a great many things.
oncebrokenway: (gwOTdzh)

[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I did think that, actually.

... Wow.
serpentillusion: (013)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Different worlds have different customs. Their sincerity in their questions at the very least seemed to come from a genuine place.
pishirogane: (Suddenly)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-13 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Startled, Naoto followed him a half-second later, bewildered at where he was going and still at the fact he smelled food. And right now, he was tracking it. But that didn't make sense. Had that crystal done something more? Increased his sense maybe? But how would that be possible?

... But he found an opening to the structure. Cocking her head, her eyes widened at his discovery.

"... But... who?" And what was this? It was definitely a campsite inside the cavern - thank goodness, there were bedding sets still - but just who set this all up? She wanted to inspect it further, but Kanji had opened a box already. Bags? 'Edible'? "Dehydrated rations?"
serpentillusion: (020)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-13 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, things must certainly have changed between our times. Though that's to be expected. Stories become fuzzy with time, and their origins unclear. That being said, I'm sure you've noticed, but they do tend to have wills of their own.
ninjabanish: (pic#12625168)

[personal profile] ninjabanish 2019-03-13 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps, but it is not something to ask a stranger!

[she looks so scandalized, her face turning red...]

You seem to be adjusting to the idea of different worlds very easily.
thedarkbond: (fullbau brave)

it probably is since remembering good shuu shenanigans at ryslig made me want to tag this...

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-13 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren shrugs slightly, not seeming very bothered by the prospect of being challenged on it.] Alright then...

[He comes a little closer to the water's edge, craning his head out a bit until he can see his own reflection. Or what's not quite his own reflection, as it turns out, and he lets his gaze sweep quickly over the scene the puddle throws back at him before he pulls back with somewhat of a huffy sigh, as if somehow disappointed by it.]

Mmm, no, I guess that isn't really very funny, is it? Honestly, when there's so little water around here already, it seems kind of rude...

[He's waving it off as mild poutiness and disappointment for the moment, but that's mostly because he might've been mildly irritated if he looked any longer. He doesn't like his loved ones being used against him, and he's used enough to illusory trickery that he's assuming for now that's what this is.]
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[personal profile] assyrian 2019-03-13 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ YES, very fate/ful.

It also pleases Semiramis to encounter someone that isn’t entirely naive. Blind trust was just another pair of shackles on the mind. ]


That is usually the case. Our rescuers do bear a pleasing countenance, and they do not… completely lack in generosity, but we would be fools to not doubt their intentions.
schwarzen: (🍄 saccharomyces pastorianus)

[personal profile] schwarzen 2019-03-13 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Siegfried watches Vietnam curiously, taken by surprise at the sight of that blush. Even after all they'd been through, all they've done together, to still grow so sheepish...

It's cute. Normally such things might go over Siegfried's head, but it's impossible now. He smiles, addressing her in such a way that it sounds like a completely genuine inquiry. ]


Oh? What sort of reward did you have in mind?
madannoshashu: (Ω I catch them leaving.)

[personal profile] madannoshashu 2019-03-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Xigbar gestures. ]

Don't worry about it. Besides - there's plenty of other stuff to look into without fretting over that.
serpentillusion: (23)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like you have some ideas of your own. [She sighs, and shakes her head.]

I'll have my Chirithy take a look around too. It's better if we split up at this point and reconvene later.
pishirogane: Art by: Moonku (Contemplating)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Either she didn't notice still, or she was unbothered by their new closeness. It couldn't be helped if it felt right... right? She continued to nibble at her food without thinking too much about it. Now wasn't really the time to get lost in her head.

"Hmm..."

Her eating slowed and she considered his question.

"... I suppose we could wait until they've finished with their examinations. If we make it clear after that we just want our questions answered and not have another exam, they should be more receptive." Presently, they were just too eager at all the arrivals.
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] Wary)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-13 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess so. Do they add water...?" He opened a bag and stuck his hand inside, pulling some out for a sniff. It had a vague odor rather like chicken stock, but not much else going for it.

He licked. Crunch crunch. "No flavor..."

Kanji then scowled, considering before he poured more into his hand. There was a ton in here, and he'll just pay this person back. Yet nothing rang alarm bells in his mind: The smells of anyone living here wasn't... 'fresh', if that made sense.

"May as well take up on the good luck, yeah?"
topgun_textiles: (Wait.. y'sure?)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
He gave a grunt, lost in thought. They did seem fascinated, but then he couldn't help but notice the subtle features: Everyone here had animal ears, scales, feathers... they were regular old humans. They must look like mutants to 'em. So of course, maybe that's why they wanted to know the physiology. Why did zoologists study animals so thoroughly? To understand 'em, right?

"Hell, I don't mind waiting. They said they got showers here, and I ain't about to turn my nose up at one." The sand, the crystal dust... it needed to get gone.

"Especially if they're gonna send us down... there." He gestured. Looking like a super moon, hanging full up in the sky beyond the massive buildings lay a planet of blue, green and more. Prismatica, they called it. Their home fuckin' planet.

How the hell did they wind up out in space?
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madannoshashu: (Ω Oh the memories.)

[personal profile] madannoshashu 2019-03-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
I might have a few.

[ He's an old hand at these things by now. ]

Recon's kinda my thing. I'll catch up with ya later.
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[personal profile] assyrian 2019-03-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Patience being tiresome, yet important— that’s something that Semiramis is also accustomed to. Biting back a sigh, she folds her arms beneath her chest, her hand spikes pressed against the fabric of her black gloves. ]

Whatever I want?

[ This, she does doubt. For as difficult as Semiramis has had to work to achieve greatness, she is aware of how difficult it is to start all over again at it, what limitations can and will be impressed upon her. But who knows? Perhaps there’s good reason behind this man’s optimism, though she plans on remaining as cynical as ever.

She spares another look at the lake, before setting into her own… fairly twisted sense of humor. The glance is brief, as Semiramis does not care to see what is in that reflection again. ]


This lake may have not worked as a way to successfully quench my thirst, but it does look sufficiently deep. Maybe I’ll throw someone inside of it… What? [ Semiramis smiles at him. Genuinely. Perhaps, too genuinely. ] It’s only a metaphor.
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oncebrokenway: (vtkQPLt)

[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I have noticed.

[when he fucked up so bad that his own Keyblade abandoned him entirely in favor of Sora...]
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ninjabanish: (pic#12601806)

[personal profile] ninjabanish 2019-03-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Aye, though it would be equally foolish to assume that it is all lies and to act assuming they mean us harm. There are too many questions, and little information.

At least their strange sand truly was edible. I do not think they intend to poison us.
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[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoops.]

Wh-what's that?! You wanna get out, not in?! But... they're out here!! [And the stomping of the hooves is quickly getting closer! Still, Gumshoe doesn't see many available options. So he quickly turns gear, and now he grabs onto Prompto to try to yank him out instead!]

I- I gotcha, pal!!
punshots: (✘ transparent.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-03-13 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, if she wants to stick close, he's definitely not about to complain. Rather, he stays just as close, one arm slipping around her back while the other smooths affectionately down her calf. Huh, it is kind of prickly........though not to the extent that a cactuar leg would be.

But even though he's being disgusting right now, that doesn't stop him from cocking a brow at her, head tilting. ]


Heeeeeey...you didn't just fake it so I'd carry you in here, did you? [ ... ] You know you only have to ask!

[ He would carry her around on a palanquin if she asked him to, tbh. ]
schwarzen: (🍄 arthrobacter arilaitensis)

[personal profile] schwarzen 2019-03-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
This is pretty embarrassing. I'm not usually so easily incapacitated.

[ Aside from embarrassing, it's also angering him quite a bit. He is the type of man who, despite having learned to depend more on others, tends to be independent and never wants to be a burden on his teammates when he isn't.

He feels himself go steady again under Adra's touch, which makes him wonder if he's applying a smell again, but no. ]


I was bitten by a mosquito fairly recently, but that's the only living thing I've come in contact with. Then again, it was no ordinary mosquito...

What about you? Has anything affected you?
punshots: (✘ polaroid.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-03-13 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Noct moves closer, and the meaning is telegraphed clearly enough that Prompto keeps a hold of his camera to flip through the photos himself. It might be better this way, anyway, to give his friend a guided tour rather than browse the photos himself. Some of these are going to take a lot of explanation.

Prompto starts with the most recent ones, detailing the inside of a spaceship that doesn't look unlike a magitek facility — in fact, that's what he thought it was when they first arrived. The environment is sterile and cold, but there are a few nice pictures of the stars from behind the ship's windows. ]


Sure have...and I haven't even gotten to my girl yet. My...girlf.

[ How did he even go this long without mentioning it, really?

If there were anything to convince Noct that Prompto has a few marbles loose it would probably be this, but fortunately Alisaie arrived with him and can testify on his behalf. That is, if she managed not to spontaneously combust. ]
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[personal profile] finethanks 2019-03-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Most people wouldn't. It's difficult to think clearly when your dirty laundry is being aired, isn't it?

[He lets his hand slip away from Atsushi, but he lingers close still, curious, waiting to see if maybe he's helped ease his mind a little.]

So, shall we ignore what was broadcast and introduce ourselves? My name is Eichi Tenshouin. ♪ It's nice to meet you.