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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!
galatining: (pic#12496437)

[personal profile] galatining 2019-03-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[That is a perfectly acceptable use of a top tier servant.]

Well... she tried hiding them from me, but let us just say there was a lot of romance, of a very unusual variety.

[He resolved to never look at Gareth's stuff again after that.]
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[personal profile] lefol 2019-03-23 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
So it was porn.

[ RITSUKA, NO. ]

A fujoshi from the dark ages...?

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[personal profile] finethanks 2019-03-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Something important?

[As if he's used to it, he brushes right over those repeated comments taking Nagito's life too lightly.]

Do you suppose we would? Even with the crystals, everything can be seen plainly before us. If it's an entrance or something that you're curious about, there have been a few caves here and there, but I'm not sure that entering those is any less dangerous. I believe I'd become more of a liability, the longer we wait.
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[personal profile] yakiniku 2019-03-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
For now.

[He leaves the packing to 76. Although he doesn't know the man's identity, he's sized him up already. Tough, rigid, righteous. The type to share supplies.]

Not the gun, but how you carry it. And how you carry yourself. You are... [Don't say old.] aged, but strong. You have the attitude of man who has seen it all, experienced it all. When the war ended for everyone else, it continued for you.

[Hanzo is guessing, but he's good enough at reading people that at least one of these assumptions must have been close. The gunman's response might give away which, but his eyes are closed--he's exhausted.]
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[personal profile] shadowonthe 2019-03-23 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
That's exactly it.

[ Wading back as the image continues to face, Molly sits at the edge with a sigh. Perhaps not a good idea to be opening up just now---keep it light. ]

Good to know I'm not the only one, I thought I was going insane.

What do you last remember, if I may ask?
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[personal profile] shadowonthe 2019-03-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
And we've only just met! Far too early to be forming opinions now, but 'not insufferable' I'll take.

Ah, I see. I was...about ten or so minutes. It's difficult to assess time right this moment.

Have you walked particularly far yourself?

[ Molly will give him that; it's better to have a buddy than to be alone with your thoughts for the most part. A friend to walk and talk with would be invaluable for the time, after all...he has just gone from five other tentmates to none. ]
freshtilapia: 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 (Glamour)

[personal profile] freshtilapia 2019-03-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment Fish watches the zipper open, it's as if they were beholding a mechanical marvel. Their eyes are wide, breath hitched, mouth slightly agape... this was all amazing to them. And even more amazing to them is the skin revealed underneath.

Whatever god had put them upon this plane must have blessed them and presented them with the sexiest of blessings. Thank you for this meal.]


I don't know what's more amazing... that... thing you used to open your coat or your body. But...

[Fish takes a breath and draws in, one hand slipping under that open coat to palm one of Xemnas' pectorials.]

... by the oceans, you make me so hungry.

[And with another hand, they pull up Xemnas' chin slightly so they could dip down for a hot kiss.]
resound: (✞ もうわかっているんだ)

[personal profile] resound 2019-03-23 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ the holy light, huh. some kind of instrument, then— but shuu doesn’t see anything he could be holding? the name is also maybe, a bit over the top for the type of guy this seems to be, but who knows. he can’t judge people’s tastes... with this little information about them.

he edges a little closer, trying to peer at adra’s hand without being too obvious about it. (it’s a litle obvious.) ]
freshtilapia: 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (Glance)

[personal profile] freshtilapia 2019-03-23 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Feels good, huh? Never had a hole this good around your dick?

[Fish groans. Usually, they'd be the type to go wilder-- to ask for harder, and even play around with positions and such. But with a lack of lubrication in their ass, they need to play it safe in order to not feel uncomfortable. Right now, everything is in Temple's hands.

Except for Fish's own dick. That one, Fish is still attending to on their own.]
resound: (✞ 遠くの光へもっと baby)

shlip shlip that’s the sound of me stabbing your pudding

[personal profile] resound 2019-03-23 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe because I’m not one.

[ he just wants to throw that one out there.

but tamaki clearly isn’t the brightest crayon in the box, given how long he had to wait to even suggest that idea. (incredible.) if he’s starting to come around to reason, though, maybe he can still be useful— shuu holds out a hand, still giving tamaki a flat glare. ]


Can you pass my gloves?

[ he does, in the end, want those back. surely tamaki can manage to do that much between the werewolf paranoia. ]
freshtilapia: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 (Face)

[personal profile] freshtilapia 2019-03-23 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, that short description of Taako's adventuring time (heh) made Fish feel... like they miss what they left back in Gravir. At the elf's question about them traveling by themselves, Fish shakes their head.]

I guess... it's complicated? I was traveling on my own at first. Then, I met someone. He took me to another continent. Then, we parted ways.

[The way Fish shrugs and rolls their eyes at "parted ways" is easy to read as... something much more than that.]

And then suddenly, while I was at a tavern, I just got roped into this unbelievable party of weirdos and a whole mess of political intrigue.

[Insert big dramatic sigh.]

I was just about to get thrown into a dungeon when I came here.
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[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-23 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Picking up on Kanji's shifted mood, Naoto gripped his hand hardr while shifting her body slowly. While he seemed eager to meet these unknown beings, she was not - she was wary, ready to see if they were preda... friend or foe.

Odd thought to have to shift...

Eyes narrowed, she'd never seen anything like the individuals who entered the cave, but they spoke and were similarly criticizing the camping ground as she had mentally. Really, who just left this much behind? Also, why would they mistake the two of them as a 'lizard orgy'? Why was that the first thought at any read-out?

Still, they were detected. Feeling Kanji's hand apply more pressure, she squeezed his hand back. They didn't appear armed - and if she let Kanji go, he'd probably take them both out.

"... Who is Argus? They were not present when we arrived."
bratworth: (mrrph ♞ and you find you always stumble)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
( Of all the ridiculous things...

Instead of even entertaining this conversation, he simply grumbles and turns to walk away.

Where is he going? Even he does not know. )


trenchdoting: (deep worry)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-23 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
...Mr. Edgeworth? [The smile does on his lips as Edgeworth silently starts to leave, and he blinks in confusion. Could he have... guessed wrong?]

Muh... Mr. Edgeworth, where're ya going?! [He calls out, most likely to little or no avail.]
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[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-23 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Never had any holes around my dick, honestly.

But yeah, it feels good.

[Prior to Fish, Temple was a virgin.]

[He continues playing it safe, thrusting in at exactly the pace Fish asked for and watching them closely to make he doesn’t hurt them. He really doesn’t want to mess this up.]

[And it feels good enough that he feels no need to go faster or harder.]

[More than good enough, really. More like wonderful.]

[He groans in pleasure as he thrusts, savouring the feel of Fish around him.]
bratworth: (disappoint ♞ there's so much you can do)

oh no he's so sad

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't even turn around when he answers, speaking through gritted teeth: )

Away.

( It doesn't mater where he goes, so long as it's far enough from the detective and his wild accusations. )
trenchdoting: (frown)

yes, yes he is : )

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-23 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
But-

[His plea dies on his breath. He was thinking of following Edgeworth and trying to keep talking to him, but that one word silenced him. Instead, he looked down at the ground and groaned like a wounded dog. He doesn't understand any of this - how Edgeworth could not remember such vital things, and how he wouldn't even believe him. He wanted to look out for Edgeworth and protect him.

But he sadly resigns himself to the fact that he might not currently be the man for the job. So he slowly shuffles off in another direction, in hopes of finding civilization. And maybe, eventually, he'll find a way to help his dear boss.]
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[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-23 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, I think everyone forms at least a little bit of an opinion about someone early on, right? [It helps that Ren's quite a good read of people, so it's rare that his first impression of someone is wildly off, but people do tend to make assumptions whether they want to or not, he finds. Not that his airy tone about it implies he's thinking all that deeply on it, because he knows the value of those first impressions.

At the question, he tilts his head to one side, then the other as if he's considering it at length.]
I've been walking for...maybe half an hour now? It's been pretty boring, honestly, so I've been trying not to pay too much attention to the time...

[Jury's out on whether that's going to make the guess an overshoot or an undershoot, honestly.]
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[personal profile] vanitas 2019-03-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Strange that a mere drug could do a number on a beast. This place must have more to it than it seems; he keeps his examination brief, hands dropping lightly from her face, knowing full well that it could only skim the surface of the issues at hand. ]

We'll have to wait it out and see, then. Update me immediately if your condition changes.

[ Her physical condition seemed fine, at least, hopefully indication that she wasn't deteriorating from the atmosphere here outright. Though for one of his less lackluster creations to be beat out by a single injection—if he were any other creator, he might be humbled.

Instead, there's the barest thread of irritation running between his words. ]


I expect you to have better control of your facilities, Olivia.

[ Welcome home. ]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-23 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
The pair froze, eyes wide as saucers. Just then, the flashlight was clicked on and pointed at them. The gasp was almost in unison.

"I recognized what that one said! More researchers!?"

"Of course not, stupid, look at them! No marks, plain skin..."

The first, a lizard-like being, narrowed his eyes at Naoto. "Who are you? How have you both reached your current stage of development without a blessing? Is it possible for a Prismal to be rejected by the moons...?"

"No way. Roche... it's them. The Chroma readings are coming from them," the bird-man spoke with awe, and extended his arm to hold the sensor closer. It was all but screaming.

"Bullshit. We can't produce Chroma."

"But THEY can. A whole crap ton of it. Are they a mutation? ...Or a new species?"

Interest renewed, they stepped forward. But a sharp snarl from Kanji stopped them after just a single step.

"Puh... touched by Sanguis, that one. Er, smaller one- does he have an off switch?"
pishirogane: (Cool stare)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-23 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No, that's not an option. He's wary... we both are since we're both trying to comprehend this entire situation."

Though, where Kanji was snarling - touched by Sanguis? What did that mean? - she just kept her hold on him, a finger stroking over his knuckles.

Chroma, Prismals... there were plenty of terms she did not fully understand.

"That aside, is there a civilization you can take us too? Once I get him to settle down, we'll come to you, not the other way around."
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[personal profile] vanitas 2019-03-23 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Self-determination, a life without a role—in a way, this woman had avoided an existential question that plagued so many of his own creations. Of course, to him, it's a purpose she'd chosen only within the restrictions in her programming, whether she's aware of it or not.

It's all so very similar to how people work already. (Uninspired.) ]


Tell yourself what you will. Your life is but a facsimile of freedom.

[ Not that Skydwellers or Astrals or angels had it any better, but it sounds even more trite from a second-generation beast. He already looks weary from her... exuberance of personality, interest already cooling. ]

If you don't plan to cooperate, you can leave.

[ She supposedly has the free will to do so, after all. ]
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[personal profile] good_bamf_ugly 2019-03-23 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[McCree works through his fruit as if he'd been the one wandering for five hours instead of two or so, relishing in the familiar buzz it brings from seemingly from the mouth up. He's not a polite eater, especially with inhibitions ebbing away, not caring to any pleased noises that escape from the back of his throat before more fruit hits it. Before he knows it he's eaten it down to the core. There's a low-hanging one he's able to whack off using his hat for a few inches of extra height, catching it easily in his prosthetic hand.]

You would've let fellow man starve for some weird moon fruit. [McCree's hardly offended, he chuckles too.]

Says an awful lot to your character.

[No it doesn't. He barely knows the guy, other than he's a self admitted jerk, unafraid to die by food, and real nimble up that tree. That said, McCree's increasingly intrigued and warming up to the idea of his company. Wouldn't be the first kind of person he knew like that.]

Then again we might both die and I guess that'd be the first thing that kills us.
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[personal profile] crabbmarche 2019-03-23 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Spy can appreciate someone who knows the art of theatrics. Spy shrugs and lifts his hand to tap the face of his watch. Which, weirdly enough, doesn't actually have the time on it.]

Company policy means I can't necessarily tell you how it works, but...

[What the hell. The fumes have him just tipsy enough that he's willing to shirk responsibility towards a company that... he actually technically doesn't work for anymore. Whoops.

He clicks a button on the side of the watch. The cloak takes a few seconds to fully take effect, but he seems to just fade into the background. Although there's a slight red-tinged distortion if he moves, which he does to spread his arms out.]


Voilà.
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[personal profile] vanitas 2019-03-23 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't bother pointing out that the sample pool of pests isn't exactly lacking: with two warm bodies around, the glint of mosquito wings around is unmistakable, occasionally catching in the light and awaiting an opportunity. (Angels had plenty of potential as well, until they didn't. Even they eventually outlived their usefulness, and he'd distilled them down to their parts for use in greater ventures. To ask him to find some intrinsic value of any life—big or small, archangel or mite—was pointless.)

Instead, he scoffs quietly, apparently unmoved by his graceful metaphor. ]


This world barely modifies my own.

[ The fine details are varied, but it's the same sort of creatures, the same texture of sand, the same type of oxygen that bonds the same way with his blood. If he jumps, he might even fall back to the ground with the exact same gravitational pull.

What was so amazing about that? Why was all of creation cast from the same, tired mold? ]


Do you suppose it's plagiarized? Or that the Creator of this stage is simply that uninspired?

[ Why does he have to respect every dull painting in a gallery? ]