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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!
ciao: (Oh I always let you down)

[personal profile] ciao 2019-03-16 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ OOC: Oh! Okay! Thank you, sorry I misunderstood ]

I'm sorry, I don't think I've seen a town or city around here yet... [ Looking around, he was trying to remember where he at least found some shade ]

I've learned a few things about being in a desert before though! [ Now he was beginning to regain some form of confidence, finding a single tree not so far in the distance ]

If you're okay with it, I can carry you, I think I might've found something that can help in this situation. [ Surely, if the mosquito earlier was any indication there had to be water somewhere in all this sand ]

You can tell me all about yourself, like a distraction, right?
notblayde: (morning sickness)

[personal profile] notblayde 2019-03-16 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
All Matt has to offer at this point is a disinterested shrug. It was funny, what does Dante want from him? After the swat to his shoulder, he's certainly not getting an apology.

"I'm pretty sure dirt would have more flavor," Matt's casual and aloof about it, not at all concerned about whatever Dante may be implying. After dealing with Killbane and the Boss, he's not so easily intimidated by this random stranger. Especially not since he's still convinced this whole thing is either death or a simulation.

The line blurs more when Dante asks, and Matt realizes that an ambiguous powder labeled only as edible has... Taken away his hunger, like a power-up in some weird video game.

"No," he begins, face screwing up. "It's pretty efficient for something that tastes like cardboard."
aries_saint: (002)

[personal profile] aries_saint 2019-03-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Oh now I realized I mixed up because I don't remember I left a starter here. In my starter, it said it was in a box form. So the big box was on his back. But he's not wearing the armor now. Just clarifying. rip me LOL. o|-< ]

You haven't seen a town or city yet?

[Is the other man lost as well? Well, Mu will have to summon his strength, but his help is appreciated.]

All right, let me try to get up. Yes, I'm okay with it.

Not sure if I can talk much if I'm so thirsty. My name is Mu. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for your help.

[On his feet now, which is hard to do considering there's sand everywhere.]

I'll go anywhere with you. Do you have a safe place in mind?
ciao: (But still I find you)

[personal profile] ciao 2019-03-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As always, Italy found comfort in what was familiar and what was more familiar than someone he grew up with. His usual smile returning, Italy begins to pull away from Austria's arm to instead hold his hand as he'd looked to him directly ]

It sounds like you might be hungry too Austria, maybe if we find some shade you could rest and I can see if I find anything for us. Does that sound good? You dress in so many layers sometimes, I'm sure you're starting to feel a little hot.

[ Ah, there it was. He knew how delicate Austria was sometimes, and there was no shame if the other nation needed help. ]
resound: (✞ 凍り付く程の)

[personal profile] resound 2019-03-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ all of ren’s points are logical. still— isn’t it unsettling? maybe it’s not actually what’s happening, maybe it’s not supposed to mean anything. but it’s close enough to something, plausible, he can’t really shake it off. ]

I suppose... you’re right. [ he mutters, in a low voice, sounding more like he’s trying to convince himself of this rather than actually agree with ren. it’s still a better thought than what he had on his own, if nothing else. (and truly, though, if this is some sort of afterlife? they could’ve done a lot better with the place.) ]

I’m going to go look to see what else there is. [ he announces it mostly out of courtesy. since they are mid-conversation, and a perfectly polite one at that, he probably shouldn’t walk away without a word. he guesses. ] Good luck.
forefathers: (𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒)

big spoons

[personal profile] forefathers 2019-03-16 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It can't be that bad if you're involved.

[ The way she puts it, Kassandra would have assumed that Angela had done something naughty in the desert. She doesn't spell it out outright, but Kassandra allows a smirk to play at the corner of her lips in smugness to suggest her mind had gone somewhere dirty. ]

But no, I'm not opposed. In fact, it would be my pleasure to bed you.
ciao: (But I hope to be worth it (oh))

[personal profile] ciao 2019-03-16 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ OOC: It's okay! Thank you for the clarification though! ]

Well... I thought I saw a beach at one point! But it turned out not to be real, it was pretty disappointing... It probably would've been more disappointing if someone other than Austria had found me. [ Italy laughed this off a bit, though honestly he probably would've been downright upset.

Instead, for now he focuses on moving in, taking on a majority of Mu's weight in what has to be a rare use of his actual strength ]


It's nice to meet you too, Mu. I'm Italy, and I'll be doing my best to do everything I can! [ His sights set on the tree, he nods as he begins to move ] There's a tree over here, I figure if there's a tree there's water right?

[ Italy couldn't help it, beaming so proudly, although what he's about to say probably isn't something he should be so proud of ] I've used up my water when lost in the desert before to boil pasta, so Germany had to show me ways to look for water when I'm in these situations--Who knew that was going to come in handy again?
forefathers: (𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋)

camp nowhere

[personal profile] forefathers 2019-03-16 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kassandra wasn't aware that the caves belonged to anyone in particular; she had just found whatever was nearest to her. In the moon's perpetual darkness, Kassandra figured it was time to make camp somewhere to rest— she had gathered an armful of twigs and branches that can be used for warming fire. After all, she is far too used to Greek summers; hot nights that inspires her to take a dip in the waters before bed if it helps cool her down.

But here, she is cold. The past several hours has been spent on hunting for food and figuring out the hell where she is, and now that the adrenaline has left her veins she finds herself devoid of any warmth. A cave provides enough insulation to make the fires worth it... but it appears this one is occupied. Kassandra keeps her arms locked on her firewood and cants her head at the threat before her. ]


Chaire, Stranger. There is no need to wave that... thing at me. [ Whatever it may be... ] I'm just looking for a place to sleep.
bookwin: lightofthepast (pic#12971514)

LMAO

[personal profile] bookwin 2019-03-16 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks to the woman, a curious look settling on his features. There's something about her that catches his attention - something that he can't quite put his finger on. Perhaps conversation would help him pinpoint why. ]

That's reassuring. We may have had to find another source for food for others if that was the case.

[ We meaning himself, anyways. ]
menphina: (goddamn nostrils)

[personal profile] menphina 2019-03-16 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fortunately, Megumi's in no mood to fight either- besides, the sex toy looked more threatening on a small scale than waving her spear around would be, and she's already gotten an idea of people needing a place to rest.

So, the item is tossed aside, and as Kassandra will find, a fire is burning in a corner of the cave already. ]


Don't have any "chairs" here, lass. You'll have to do with these rock floors.

[ She taps her foot along the surface of the ground before she curiously flicks her ears, observing the tall woman closely. Her tail moving in slow easy sways behind her, she eyes the branches in her hand and then perks up. ]

Just in time, too! I was about to get more wood for the fire. This way! Don't have much in the way of food, though, so we're out of luck there.

[ And just like that, she's friendly, waving to the lady to come inside, pausing only to huff. ]

Well, don't just stand there, you can't find a way out of you're tired, you know!
tactically: (pic#12959675)

[personal profile] tactically 2019-03-16 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. That much is a given. It's important to have standards, after all.

[His tone is somewhat dismissive then, like he's stating something that's obvious, though he's mostly just agreeing with her. But that said, he doesn't really feel the need to prove himself or brag much more than he already has. He doesn't actually care what she thinks.

(He doesn't care, but he'll remember it. Of course.)]


But your assessment is unnecessary. I will forgive your little "trick" for now, but next time, I may not be so generous. Keep that in mind.

[This may seem like big talk, but he's a Caster, so It's Fine.]
notblayde: (morning sickness)

G

[personal profile] notblayde 2019-03-16 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt's sitting on one of the bunks, small juice box in hand (and a few more hoarded in the bed) as he examines the well-dressed newcomer.

Unfortunately, Matt's been back here for long enough that the smell - and its effects - have already become a buzzy little background noise.
]

It's delicious, isn't it? [ His tone is more than a little bubbly, and he takes the question as an invitation to hop off of the bed and get to know his new friend. ] I'm Matt, by the way. I take it you're just as clueless as I am about our situation?
takingchances: (017)

[personal profile] takingchances 2019-03-16 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. I have an alright sense of direction.

[Not that she's been wandering extensively in places she doesn't know very well but...]

If I do find some kind of town or something though, they might know where this pond is better than me.
crabbmarche: (13)

[personal profile] crabbmarche 2019-03-16 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[juice boxes, oh shit

Well, he can file that away as evidence that there's something going on here. The effects aren't painful or irritating, anyway, just... literally intoxicating, it seems.]


Indeed I am. So far, I've understood that we're in communication with aliens.

[He paid $10,000 for this suit, Matt. Drink it in.]
byanyother: official art → (pic#)

[personal profile] byanyother 2019-03-16 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No doubt it'll take quite a few of them to puzzle out just where they are and how they got here, but she's satisfied for the moment at having found herself in the company of someone good-natured and well-meaning. ]

We'll have to do our best then, won't we? For ourselves and our friends.

[ Because that, more than anything, is what she wants most to see: the smiling faces of her friends, all happy and hale. ]

Where do you think we should head first?

[ The surrounding area looks all about the same to her. ]
notblayde: (of the broken pieces)

[personal profile] notblayde 2019-03-16 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He will drink it in, thank you. The only time he's ever seen something remotely as expensive is when Boss was wearing it... And destroying it. ]

Aliens - a little tired at this point, I think. [ Matt rolls his eyes at the concept. ] But at least these aren't the invade and conquer sort. [ A beat, and then, ] You're from Earth, I assume?
byanyother: official art → (Default)

[personal profile] byanyother 2019-03-16 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Such an analytical question, devoid of exuberance and passion. Not unsurprising given what he is, but it's disappointing all the same and she can't summon forth any desire to continue complying with his mock interrogation. ]

Need I have a purpose outside of that which I've given myself?

[ Her lips curve up again in her typical mysterious smile, even as she lifts her hands to spread them palms upwards. ]

But I'm afraid I'm not a very good test subject, if you're intending on using me for data.

[ She's not a very good example of a primal beast, alas. ]
scarredhorns: (Default)

[personal profile] scarredhorns 2019-03-16 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)


Lucy’s eyes grow wide and she takes a step back from the disembodied arm that suddenly appears near her face, not out of fear, but surprise. In a way, it wasn’t unlike her own vectors. She looks at the man with a new sense of interest, his powers making him more fascinating to her than the cube.

“These,” Lucy lifts one hand towards her head, but doesn’t touch her horns, “are my horns. I was born with them.”

She points at his disembodied arm in return. “What about you? What is that?”
thefloorislava: (well whaddya know)

[personal profile] thefloorislava 2019-03-16 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
... Eh? Roxas? And Xion?! [he sits up and... bangs his head on the bunk above him.

woopths
]

Iiiiiee.. owowowow..... I wasn't sleeping! I was resting my eyes! A-anyway..! Where did you find her?!
xioff: (No one here is unable to offer love)

[personal profile] xioff 2019-03-16 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, we got assigned to the same room! Come on, lazy bones!

[SHE'S GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR AND JUST

SHE'S SO HAPPY]
crabbmarche: (20)

[personal profile] crabbmarche 2019-03-16 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Looks like someone else is used to this bullshit. Spy makes a note to look into that later. It wouldn't hurt to see if there's anyone associated with RED around.]

Either that or the idea of invading Earth became too passé. [Aliens. Who knows what they're thinking? Spy takes a drag before answering.] I am, yes. Have you met anyone so far that isn't?
fractaljesus: 6 (Over your shoulder)

[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-16 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Horns, yes, he'd already determined as much. It was his mistake not to be more specific with his question. Apart from them, she appears otherwise entirely human... but then again, so does he, so appearances are no indicator of humanity.

"My arm." There's no humor in his voice when he answers. A simple answer for a simple question. Just as it was his fault to not be more specific in his questioning her horns, it's her fault for not being more specific in questioning his arm. Still, he's spent enough time around humanity at this point to know that that kind of question is usually accompanied by an unspoken request for more information, so he continues by opening his cloak that she might see the rest of his arm. From where the disembodied arm terminates, the arm attached to his body continues, and the point of severance reveals not exposed muscle and bone but swirling golden fractal patterns not unlike those that shift across the surface of the Kado cube.

"Despite how it appears to you, the arm is still connected to my body." He explains, and the floating hand once again disappears back into space from whence it came, only to instantly reappear properly connected to the rest of the limb, which zaShunina then tucks back into the depths of his cloak. "I am reaching through Novo--anisotropic space--to move my arm."

It's an extremely truncated explanation, but for the purposes of her understanding, it should be sufficient for now.
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴋɪᴄʜᴇʟ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-03-16 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ watching the 'do is the last thing on her mind.. besides, it's looked better anyway, after traveling a technicolor sandy crystalscape. she knows where to hit him where it really hurts.. ]

Apologies, starving will not be an option. I will not allow it.

[ she misses real food just as much as he does, food is one of her favorite things, but he's gonna eat this powder crap whether he likes it or not. alisaie tips out another palmful of the stuff, but not before narrowing her eyes suspiciously and stepping back far enough that he can't blow it all over her again!! she has no trust.

but whatever, it's been a very long day, she's hungry, and it seems unlikely that poison would be randomly lurking in a place like this, so she's not too worried about the constitution of the edible powder. at worst it'll give her a stomachache and accomplish nothing. so, bottoms up!! she tips it into her mouth and.. chews? ]
notblayde: (but the kids got jesus)

[personal profile] notblayde 2019-03-16 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Not much left to invade, is there? [ The laugh he offers is surprisingly dark. ]

Not directly, but I have seen people who are definitely not human. [ The shrug he offers is probably a little too casual for the concept, but Matt either doesn't notice or care. ] Either that or we've been picked up with some intense con-goers.
crabbmarche: (18)

[personal profile] crabbmarche 2019-03-16 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you mean?

[Spy doesn't 'do' confusion. Instead, he asks it like he's asking what Matt thinks of the weather.]

Interesting. 'Congoers'?

[Kids these days and their newfangled slang. He's pushing 60 at the very most, Matt, go easy on him.]