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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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« Vane » Granblue Fantasy » OPEN + CRAU from Duplicity!

[loewenbien]

▶ Within Lunatia

I. Glam City

[ Once he's gotten into Lunatia after being brought in from the government center, he finds himself utterly and inexplicably lost. Well, for the moment, he's lost in the sights of the amazing Level 1 zone, staring at the view from the entryway.

Wearing a backpack, and carrying a rather large halberd, being a tall boy himself in bright, handsome armor, we're going to go with the regular scenario of bumping into him because he's standing in your way!! ]

Agh!! Sorry!!

[ If he knows you, expect your name to be exclaimed!! ]

Woah!! You're here too!!

[ If you're familiar, but not someone he knows, he'll help you balance! ]

You alright?! Didn't see you- hey, wait, you're...

[ And if he doesn't know you at all... ]

Agh! Sorry, the city looked so pretty I got distracted! You okay?

II. Wanderlust

[ And now, off to explore. Since he's gotten used to using a device from the previous place he was in, he's actually giving the device he has a shot. So, he's taking pictures- and also, trying to see where he can post them.

Maybe you'll get a text with a cute picture, and a remark like: LOOK AT THIS ISN'T IT NEAT or WHAT KIND OF A BUILDING IS THAT THIS IS AWESOME or maybe a cute selfie with some food he's finding around the cafés.

Feel free to text him back, or- maybe just be in one of his pictures!! If you accidentally (or willingly) photobomb, he'll smile brightly! ]

Ack! Got you in here too! You look really good!

[ But he'll also delete it if you don't want your picture taken... ]

III. Settling For More

[ He'll be wandering Level 1, exploring and mostly being lost. Maybe you're lost too! Come be lost together, let's hold hands and find where they're supposed to stay! ]

▶ Other!!

[ All previous prompts are also open for tagging! If you want his help fighting something, if you want to be stuck in a cave with him or share a cramped bed space, he's here for the taking!

Vane is CRAU from Duplicity, but I won't be using any IC knowledge if he knows your character and if you're a different player! Have at him!! ]

ii

[plumblossom]

[ It's not too often that Taiwan joins an accidental photoshoot, but all she does in response is beam brightly. If someone is going to compliment her on her looks after everything she's been through in the past 48 hours, that only means she's succeeded in being cute, right? The people of Prismatica are so kind! ] Thank you! You look great in it, too. [ She chuckles. ] You're really excited about being here, aren't you?

Megumi Yukimura » Final Fantasy XIV « Non-Warrior of Light | Open to New Tag-ins + Overflow!

[menphina]

[ Optional CRAU from duplicitynet, just mention if you're keeping CR or not if they've already interacted there!!

Previous Top Level Can be Found Here, I'll port over threads once it hits captcha! ]

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House a + c

[ This is messed up.

That hellplace was bad enough, but now she's in this place? With crystalline mosquitoes, even?? Where is the logic? She's clutching her arm where the bloody thing bit her, unable to fully see ₪ the mark that's been left-

But she can already feel signs that are worrying. Such as the fact that her arm is completely numb (and so is her chest for some reason, because it's... perky. Why?) She's worried she's about to shut down, though it doesn't make any sense by medical standards, and she's a bloody healer-

Eventually, she ends up stumbling forward when her foot gives way, collapsing near the pond, where she ends up seeing... ]

Gareki?

[ Her eyes widen- no, she's surely hallucinating, but she sees her younger brother, worried eyes and frantic expression as he seems to... is that her?! Next to him, another blond-haired man calling to a man, who she sees and her heart begins to race frantically- her husband, holding her baby boy. And the princess, trying frantically to heal her-

Everyone...

She could cry, but even her face feels like it can't move at this point, her eyes frozen as she tries to push herself closer to the edge of the pond. If she's dying- if her body is really shutting down... ]

Bloody hells- I can't move!!

[ She yells to no one in particular- she's more frustrated about having it end like this!! If this is those LIERS at work, she's going to bloody murder them. She won't even care at this point!!

But she'll be lying here uselessly until then. Don't worry.

- When she does get aided, she'll be on the move and punching things in frustration. Especially charging beasts. Don't mess with an angry Matriarch, world!

- Expect to be rescued from charging Pegasi with a matricatte using dragoon moves! Or maybe offering to heal. Will you be grateful, or scared?! ]

▶ Camp Nowhere ( D+E+F )

[ The comm isn't strange to her, neither is the music playing on it. But- she is exhausted, and if she's ended up alone, she'll be fiddling with it and letting the song play. She's heard weirder.

Though, she'll be waving around the silver thing she has- at least her abilities seem to be functioning, but this is bizarre. What does it even do? If someone's with her, she'll be probably looking out for them- and if someone new enters, well- prepare to be threatened with a... whatever this is. ]

Hold it. What do you want?!

[ Friend or foe, they're not getting her Plastic Love Powder Snack!!! ]

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble (I)

[ Right, Freedom. After throwing a fuss and nearly being shocked into submission- and bitching out the scientists, she's pretty sure this is yet another hell-hole, the only difference being there's no roles and rules-

These guys are actually nice, if just confused. She finally wanders out, looking mildly like her radiant self again, and - with her extendable spear strapped to her back. If anyone is around (that she doesn't know already), she might go over and tap them- ]

Oi. You're not from here too, are you? Where were you before this? Your world- not... this place, whatever it is!

[ If they look scared, at least she'll try to be gentler. Maybe with a greeting, but still ask something similar - and if she knows them, well, they're getting yelled at with "Hoy!! You're here too!!" ]

▶ Wildcard

[ Go with anything within Lunatia City! Let's explore!! ]

camp nowhere

[plumblossom]

[ When the nostalgic, dulcet tones of Mariya Takeuchi lured Taiwan into this cave, she certainly didn't expect a woman with cat ears threaten her with a sex toy. In her surprise and panic (mostly panic), Taiwan raises her arms to pacify the woman. ]

Nothing! I thought I heard a familiar song just now, so I went to check it out! That's all!

[ Please don't put that in her butt. ]

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts | open to new threads!

[darkcharge]

(( ooc: from the end of KH3 here so spoilers might be possible ))

✘ LSD Funhouse: C ✘

[ It's not so surprising to Vanitas to find himself somewhere entirely different from where he had been previously. Given the circumstances of his parting from the Badlands, it's a fairly logical conclusion to him that he's simply managed to re-emerge here. Granted there had always been a chance of that happening after the final battle anyway but Vanitas is a bit special himself. A little bit of time and a little bit of negative emotions can go a long way to restoring himself to his former glory and strength.

Or so he thinks. Immediately upon attempting to leave, Vanitas realizes that his abilities are being hindered. There is no corridor of darkness forming when he wills it and thus making leaving his world impossible. That means he has to travel the rest of the way on foot. It's irritating in an entirely different way and the only motivation he has to push on is to find out who or what is responsible for that. Then maybe it can be undone and he can leave.

The aches in his body are easily ignored as he trudges on. Vanitas only stops when he comes across the pond. It's now that he realizes that he's thirsty and Vanitas considers taking off his helmet long enough to get a drink. Then he can move on. However, there's something dancing across the surface of the water.

Then he just starts laughing. Hard. ]


✘ Interstellar Action Force: G ✘

[ Honestly Vanitas hadn't meant to interact with the group arriving at all. There's already too many people in the vicinity and he's feeling a bit overcrowded. As it is, the reason he lingers is to hopefully get some sort of answer from these people that seem to be expecting them. Somewhat.

Though that rapidly changes the moment that they start asking questions. Vanitas' irritation levels immediately begin to rise. At first it's easy to ignore. His helmet makes it pretty easy to make it seem like he just doesn't realize that anyone is trying to get his attention. Then they start grabbing at him. Touching him. It's enough to make him slap away at their hands, snarling. ]

Back off!

[ That doesn't really work, since someone's already ripped his helmet off. That action alone has Vanitas drawing his weapon while his own darkness starts to gather around him. He's ready to lash out.

A) Maybe someone feels like they can intervene or....

B) What he isn't prepared for is the sudden attack from behind. Vanitas stumbles, darkness evaporating and weapon disappearing entirely.

Pity whoever gets stuck with him on the trip. ]


✘ Interstellar Action Force: I ✘

[ Suffice to say, Vanitas is not in a good mood at all. At least the locals are now keeping away from him and that suits him just fine. In fact, everyone should probably keep their distance. He's sort of pacing around like a caged tiger ready to strike at anyone that says something stupid to his face. ]


✘ Wildcard ✘

[ Hit me with whatever. Or, alternatively feel free to notice some of these guys running around. Vanitas won't be far from them. ]

Xigbar

[darkcharge]

[ continued from this thread...

Helmet Head... ]

Don't you have something more original to use? If you're going to stick to nicknames at any rate.

[ He has a name. Even if isn't used a lot, he has one. It's not even about the nickname really or even using his actual name. Just stop drawing attention to his head. ]

But would you really want to see what I'm like if I was sunshine and rainbows?

[ That could be creepier than how he actually is. ]

Eva Rosalene | To the Moon / Finding Paradise

[takingchances]

[C] THE POND
[After looking into the pond Eva can't help but sit back on her heavily on her heels. She had knelt down near the bank of the pond when she had first come across it, surprised to find water after wandering around this long.

The reflection in the pond though caught her by surprise and drew her breath right out of her at the same time. There she was, collapsed in her office, no one having found her quite yet. She didn't doubt eventually Neil would come looking for her for one inane reason or another and then...

She blows out a long breath, looking skyward as her brow furrows.]

So... what, am I dead?

[F] STRANGE INSTRUMENT
[Eva is more than happen for the momentary reprieve from walking and being exhausted. She's plopped down in the cavern, rubbed a dusty hand against her forehead while leaning back on her other hand. Or she would lean back if her hand didn't plop straight down onto...

She picks up the instrument her hand landed on and cocks a brown upward. The first thing she manages to turn on is the light and the second is it's reaction to her hand's grip. It starts vibrating and the look on Eva's face instantly screams recognition.

Her words tumble out before she can check them.]

But why is there a light on it?

[H] INVASIVE QUESTIONS
[Height? Weight? Yeah, she gets it. All basic medical questions. Even the questions about sexual activity is commonplace enough that it doesn't even phase her to answer that yes, she's been active before.

Then the doctor expounds on that.]

How long ago would you say?

[Eva cants a brow upward at that. She'd expected a question about her last menstrual cycle if anything but this... well, it's a bit more roundabout?]

Long enough.

No exact dates?

[Her expression flattens. Her tone bears a slight sarcastic edge.]

I'm sorry, I don't exactly have my diary with me to look up the details for you.

[J] LUNAR SCIENTIA HEADQUARTERS;
[Once the Moonblessed (what a name) are shuttled off to the city of Lunatia and are instructed to await further instructions, Eva doesn't sit around waiting for them. She can't honestly, she's far too curious and sees a far more immediate need in learning about their new world than anything else.

After the first few days spent just wandering the city itself, the need for a library or a bookstore or just somewhere with research materials takes her to the Lunar Scientia Headquarters.

Upon entering, the first thing Eva picks up on is the scent of coffee. Fresh roasted, full bodied and so delightful that for a moment she forget completely about books or the need to study. She outright laughs even, which may draw a few looks but who cares. After a day of wandering a dusty landscape filled with vying emotions and then prodding way too deeply into her sex life by scientists here, she's not about to restrain what delight she can find in the world around her.]

Finally, a true sign of civilization - coffee.

WILDCARD;
[Feel free to throw other prompts at me, from TDM prompts to wandering around Lunatia itself. PMs are open and ready for any questions you may have!]

EDGEWORTH

[takingchances]

I did, yes.

Blavat Sky | Kuroshitsuji | Open to new threads!

[starlightforesight]

★ LSD Fun House: Enchanter ★

[For all his flair for the dramatic and study of mysticism, for the most part Blavat has only ever partially bought into the whole sham he puts on for those at the music hall. But psychics and the occult are all the rage and made it almost ridiculously easy to get his job done, so he had simply gone along with orders and the fools had all fallen right in line. Perhaps, then, this is something of karmic justice... Because actually seeing (or at least thinking he's seeing the alignments of the stars and ties of fate and auras and all the things he is generally so eager to exploit is almost too much.

An especially bright blue shimmer of light catches his attention, galaxies swirling in a trail that guides him towards some poor unsuspecting stranger who is likely just as lost as him.

Whoever is unfortunate to have this "aura" will find a tattooed man with violet hair getting very close into their personal space, watching them with awe.]

Excuse me, but... Your radiance is positively stunning...

☾ Camp Nowhere: D ☾

[Of course a screen displaying moving pictures would instantly catch the attention of someone from the early 1900s, so Blavat was drawn rather quickly to the screen and the music. He watches in rapt interest through the song, peering so closely at the screen that it absolutely can’t be good for his eyes before abruptly straightening up with a thoughtful hum.]

Not bad... But the outfits are a bit amateur.

[He glances around then and “happens” to notice that he isn’t alone, instantly putting a hand to his lips as if he’s positively ashamed that he was caught.]

Ah~ Did I say that out loud?

☼ Wildcard ☼

[While it’s likely that most of the newcomers have never been somewhere like Lunatia before, this setting is definitely completely beyond the scope of anything Blavat has ever imagined possible. The marvels of science are still picking up speed back home in England, so some of the fascinating things are are almost mind-boggling in their complexity and possibility.

So of course he wants to be nosy.

Perhaps you find him wandering the government center and touching anything with a screen, or maybe he bumps into you while trying to figure out that weird little bracelet-thing they stuck on his wrist.]

Klaus

[starlightforesight]

(continued from here)

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

Of course not, I don't particularly care whatever you do with the rest of your wardrobe. But in my experience new clothes can really invigorate a person and help them shine more than ever by showing off their best selves.

Joker | DC Comics (Preboot) | Open

[criminallysane]

[ Original Top Level ]

► (a) fun house: mark of the enchanter ✾

[ Joker sometimes has trouble telling what's real and what isn't, but that's usually just the result of something going wrong with his meds. A guy can't go from being on enough anti-psychotics to make an elephant weep, to nothing whatsoever, without expecting things to get a little funky. So when he wakes to find himself in a barren purple hellscape, being chased by crystalline mosquitoes that leave weird marks on his skin, Joker figures his doctor's just fucking with him again. Any minute now, Barnum and the Stooges and Elvis will all come out in clown suits and instruct him to dance the hokey pokey. He knows how this goes.

It's only when he spies Batman staggering ahead of him that he realizes something's wrong. He's seen Bats in these things before, of course, but always in the form of a monster or a sexpot. He's never seen him like this.

The cape's tattered, for one thing. Like, really tattered. Way more so than it has any right to be, unless Batsy's just been in a fight with a jet engine. And Bats isn't moving quite right, either. Joker's seen the guy hurt or limping or semi-conscious more times than he can count, but this time it's... almost like Bats has lost control of a leg. Or is a zombie. Kind of hard to tell.

Either way, it's not the kind of thing his mind would just cook up on its own, surely! Which means that maybe, just maybe, this place is real. And maybe Bats is here with him. And if that's the case, old Batsy baby will either be able to get them out of here, or will have to spend an eternity hanging out with Joker on his own. Neither of those options sound terrible, really.

Joker brightens, and hurries to catch up with him. ] Yoo-hoo! Oh, one-legged limping Louie! What on earth happened to you?

► (e) camp nowhere: food

[ Oh, look, baggies of a special powder that'll keep you going when the going gets tough. Whatever might this be, children?

Joker tastes a little with a gloved fingertip, and is disappointed to discover that the word EDIBLE on the front wasn't just somebody trying to be cute. Whatever this is, it's not quite the pick-me-up he was hoping for. But it is, well, edible, so...

He downs about a third of a bag, slaking the worst of his hunger and thirst, before deciding that, if he's going to be in this weird-ass hallucinogenic world for a while, he might as well make the most of it. And doesn't civilization lie in the details?

He sets the small cooler up as a table, and arranges a few more baggies on it like teensy place settings. The one across from him is for Bats, of course. To his left, the Commish. And to his right... Well, he supposes that one can be for Harley, although he's damned glad she's not here at the moment.

Joker settles in for a pleasant meal with his imaginary friends, grateful for the company even if it's only in his head. He whistles. Sings children's songs. Works his way through a bag and a half of the powder, which he's really starting to get a taste for, in spite of it being so tasteless.

And when he spies someone new--a real someone this time, with a body and all--entering the cave, he lights up like a Christmas tree. ] You must be the neighbor! Come in, come in. We were just having supper.

► (h) interstellar action force: exam time

[ Joker's used to the whole drop-your-pants-and-let-us-measure-those-vitals part of intake processing, thanks to years of essentially using Arkham as a Motel 6. When the Dismals request that his clothes come off, it's almost a relief: they've clearly read the same script he has. Though it would be nice if they had a plastic bag for his personal effects to go into. That suit was expensive...

Once the suit and its various bits of paraphernalia are off, Joker stands there, in bright green boxer shorts printed with flamingos, and cheerfully participates in the questioning process. Virtually none of his answers are accurate--including things that can be easily proven, like his height, weight, and blood type--but he delivers them all with a smile. He lets them take his blood. He lets them run a cotton swab on the inside of his cheek. He lets them marvel at the acid-stripped blobs that pass as his fingerprints.

And yes, he's been with a lot of prostitutes, but so what? Who hasn't, in this day and age?

He tries flirting with the medical team, and gets nowhere. Bored, he turns his attention to the other Moonfucked in the area, most of whom--disappointingly--don't seem to have been as good at getting naked as he was. While two of his examiners giggle to themselves about Chroma (which he's trying not to take personally), Joker catches sight of someone passing within conversational range and seizes his opportunity.

He wolf-whistles. Flashes that trademarked Joker smile. ] Well, hel-lo, gorgeous! [ Is he actually interested? Probably not. But hey, life's short, and he's lonely. Get on over here and be hit on by a clown! ] Say--don't suppose you've got the time? These bastards took my watch. [ They didn't; it's safely in his jacket pocket. But who cares? ]

► wildcard: dealer's choice

[ Want to plot/chat/whatever? Hmu at sharkattack! ]

► Harley

[criminallysane]

[ Continued from here. ]

[ Harley's suggestion--Forget about me--is more appealing than she can possibly imagine. If only it were that easy!

Unfortunately, not even the Joker can forget someone who's physically clinging to him. He keeps trying to squirm out from under her, but it's no use. She's latched herself onto him like a barnacle to a ship hull. She's a leech, a lamprey, and if he can't get away from her soon, it feels like she might actually suck the life right out of him.

Even worse, the shifting of Harley's weight as she reaches for the chow has her pressing against him in a way Joker doesn't think he entirely hates. She's warm, for one thing. Soft, too. And that sugared hyena smell on her, that's not altogether hideous, either. His body begins to respond to her, right as she brings the baggie of powder up to his mouth like he's a toddler who might like to play Open Up for the Baggie Train, and now he's certain: this is hell.

Joker forgets that he's supposed to be trying to be nice to her. He forgets that she seems to have acquired some degree of super-strength and bonus agility as of late, and that those things might be useful to have around. All his mind can process at the moment is his shame and horror over being even slightly erect for some lunatic broad who wants to spoon-feed him without a spoon.

His expression contorts into a snarl, and then he's taking a backhanded swing at her face. ]

Get off of me, woman! For fuck's sake.

walder | granblue fantasy | open to continuations and new threads!

[whereswalder]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUNHOUSE: C

[Ah... well... this was certainly a pickle! A pickle that Walder wasn't currently sure how to deal with, given that this was neither a forest, a beach, nor Christmas. However, he was a ranger for all situations, so it was time for him to pick himself up, dust off the crystal dust, and begin assessing the situation!

And what do you know? Part of assessing the situation meant exploring the environment... and it was probably good to see if he could locate a source of fresh water, so he heads over to give that pond a look!

...

He takes a look, then looks up from it, looking thoughtful...]

Hm. I do wonder what sort of Primal Beast could be responsible for this. They're usually a little more straightforward than this!

[He'll begin investigating a little more thoroughly once he has that realization, looking for any signs of something weird. Well, weirder than usual...]

CAMP NOWHERE: D

[Well, there was no sign of a Primal... or any plants Walder could positively identify as edible. It was hard to identify a lot about this situation, other than... well, there were others here, and if there were others here, it was probably best to do his job as Weird Crystal Ranger Walder and scout ahead! Especially into the caves, since who knew what sorts of monsters could be lurking in there...

...so he comes upon the weird device, hits a button, and, um...]

...

Is it supposed to be doing this?

[...he starts thinking about it, and then kind of mutters to himself...]

Could this mysterious device be used, perhaps... to bring a personal theme song with you?

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE: H

[Ah, and here's some helpful people! Walder's not entirely sure what's going on, but since he's not sure if hunters could actually take down the wildlife he doesn't really think they're an immediate threat.

...At least, not until the examination. Like, it starts out alright, but then they start talking about how he's a virgin and asking him to take his clothes off and he's turned bright red and looks like he is trying to melt into the wall even when they change the subject...]

D

[talkingwithfists]

[ This is clearly the best pair ever imagined to mankind. If not the most random. Or both. In any case, Feather crosses his arms, frowning a bit as he takes a closer look at it.

Oh, he just got a good idea. Somehow. ]

Hmm, we could probably use it to distract monsters, right?

tarrlok | legend of korra | open to continuations and new threads!

[bloodisthicker]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE: A

[Well, that's not where Tarrlok expected to wake up today, particularly given that he was no longer in his twenties and waking up feeling this awful was something that hadn't happened in a long, long time. He pulls himself up and...]

...you'd think I would've noticed if I just fell into the Spirit World...

[He pats himself down (and then swats a mosquito) to see if everything he had on him when he sat down to do some paperwork is on him, which... well, that all seems in order. He kind of winces looking at the flask of water he has on him, because he's thirsty but what if he needs it... and you know, he might, all things considered. There are a lot of people who are just... here?

...

It's probably better to start checking on people, because He Is a Good Leader Who Needs the People's Trust (For the Sake of Power), especially if he wants to learn what's actually going on here. So he'll just go ahead and... wait, he can't actually step forward because his legs aren't moving.]

...oh, that's exactly what I needed.

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE: H

[Well, okay. This is both less concerning than he was hoping and more concerning than he was hoping, considering none of the apparent residents of this place had heard of, well, any city or nation he could name. Which was a bit discouraging, but he wasn't actually going to show that, because seriously, who does that? Losers, that's who.

So after taking a drink and... trying to get somewhere with reasonably fresh air, because that fruity smell would not be unpleasant if there wasn't so much of it, he's going to try and strike up some conversation.]

Well, this isn't an ideal situation, but I feel like cooperation is key here. I think it'd be best to discuss what we know so we can form a more coherent plan of action from here.

Yuri Lowell

[bloodisthicker]

[Okay, he can't help but laugh at that.]

It'd have to be some absurdly bad luck to dump you into another world.

Noctis Lucis Caelum | FFXV | continued + open

[mcring]

Camp (e)
[ Powdered food, huh? It's better than no food.... Maybe. Noctis gives it a tentative sniff. Does he really want to eat it? This stuff makes canned beans look appetizing, and that's saying something. Maybe he can find someone else to try it first. He can't be the only person breaking camp with all that empty desert out there. As soon as someone finds him, he asks them, skipping the introductions or small talk. ]

What do you think this stuff is made of?


Interstellar (g)
[ Limited space? Didn't they realize there would be this many people on board? But after all that hiking and almost no food, Noctis could really use a nap. Apparently he's not the only one. The longer they spend talking about sleeping arrangements, though, is the less sleep he'll get before they land. So he decides for both him and his bunk mate, by sitting on the floor at near the foot of the bed and leaning back against the wall. His eyes are already closed before he even starts talking. ]

It's fine. You can have the bed. Just don't kick me in the face, or deal's off.


Wildcard (w) [with NEW OPTIONS because why not]

[ Noct looks at the communication device, then up at the roads, and buildings, and people around him, all new and open to be explored. He's especially captivated by 'Caelus Tower,' with its giant orb of light at the top and a barrier all around it. That's the first place he's headed, even if he has to warp to get up there. ]

Lunatia, huh? Okay, let's see what it's got.

[ The first level of the city's got a lot besides just that tower, and Noctis takes his time exploring it all. The restaurants seem like too much of a commitment to bother with, but he grabs street food from more than one stall, and even takes a seat for a couple minutes at a cafe to relax with a sugary drink. There's the military base, its statues and its pegasi, a theater, and a library with a familiar name. But what really grabs his attention— ]

Is that... an arcade?

[ Say goodbye to the next few days. Noct's found his new home. ]

punshots

[mcring]

[ continued ]

[ At least he's sitting down. Noct doesn't mind a little delay. Obviously this is something big. Last he remembered, there weren't any mermaids on Eos. But last he remembers, he was being sucked into the crystal, so who knows what happened from there. Weirder things have happened in his life than meeting a mermaid, that's for sure.

He's still not expecting what Prompto finally tells him, though. How could he? Travelling to another world... Maybe it is something like the visions he's seen, and the world inside the crystal. But maybe that's not where they are, and it's more like this place. Noctis almost laughs. It really is like a video game. ...Until Prompto gets to that last part, and Noct's brow creases deep as he frowns. ]

You sure? I don't remember that.

[ Obviously, which means either Noctis has lost some memories, or Prompto's gained some fake ones. Or something weirder, which considering where they are? Probably that third case. Still... Noct crosses his hands over his knees and bows his head, quietly pensive. ]

The last thing I remember... I was inside the crystal. You and the others were outside, surrounded be daemons. I had to leave you there.

[ He doesn't regret it; he can't. But that doesn't mean he wasn't worried. Does that have to do with what Prompto said? How could it? He lifts his head. They're both here now, at least. But nothing makes sense. ]

I don't remember going to any other worlds besides this one. And I saw you in Gralea. We were fighting together, before we got split up. It wasn't that long ago.

[ ...Was it? ]

Samus Aran | Metroid | OTA

[raisedbybirds]

[[Original TDM over here. Open to new and old threads!]]

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House | A ⬤ mark of qwop ₪
[There's something awfully inconvenient about how a crystalline mosquito is able to somehow penetrate some otherwise impermeable part of her suit of armor, and for said suit of armor to completely conceal the strange runes forming on her skin that might otherwise give Samus some graceful warning of what's to come. Inconvenient or great for a prompt--who cares, someone shout timber.

Nothing is graceful about how two-hundred-some pounds of space armor falls to the ground with a solidly heavy and loud clunk. Inside, the visor belatedly warns her of the sudden apparent paralysis of nearly all her limbs. No shit she hisses in her suit, thankful her mouth still seems to work. Few things worse than to greet a strange new alien world than face-first, and she takes resolve only in the fact she's been through worse. She struggles to move. She morph balls successfully, but can't roll. That's out. One arm does work. She can work with that.

With a mighty swing of her arm and steadfast determination, she digs her gauntlet covered fingers into the iridescent tiny crystals littering the ground and drags herself, inch by inch. Every single crystal and rock under her crunches and scrapes obnoxiously, just shy of nails on a chalkboard. She really hopes that'll buff out later. On the bright side, she's leaving just as much of a mark on the moon itself; a long flat trail bulldozed in her wake, a road paved to is-that-an-orange-robot-crawling hell.]

▶ Camp Nowhere | D ⬤ it would be a shame if someone ruined this comm unit
[After that nonsense resolved (and now that the entire front half of her suit is caked with pleasantly sparkly crystal bits and scratches) she's taken to exploring as she naturally would. Caverns in particular are inviting, especially now that her suit works as normal which includes her visors that let her quickly pick out things that don't seem to belong here naturally. If anyone was interested in that comm device, too bad. She gently inspects it and starts tapping away at the buttons, giving the music the barest of her consideration. If anyone's particularly perceptive she manages to quickly get the unit to go into a DOS-esque mode, which might be doubly impressive considering she's doing it all with basically one hand. Seemingly unsatisfied with that, a small tool comes out of the business end of her arm cannon to effectively serve as a second hand as she starts to dismantle what might have been the only long-distance communication device available for now. Piece by tiny delicate piece. She's an expert, she totally knows what she's doing.]

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble | H ⬤ no one needed to know that like ever
[Frankly Samus is glad to be heading towards a civilization that will kindly explain the whys and hows she's suddenly here, seeming to mind little that she is actually here. With any new arrival the scientists take rapt interest in her, and the moment they start prompting her for exam and tests Samus starts to get visibly cagey, backing away and holding her hand on her arm canon as if to threaten to point it. She doesn't, but, the threat of the threat is there. This is an old uncomfortable hat for her. Mostly she uses her intimidating size to keep most of the curious scientists at bay. One however cleverly distracts her with questions while another comes from behind and quickly scans her with some kind of light gun.

Fascinating! I'm detecting traces of beta keratin arranged in pattern with feathered barbules here and here! Lady scientist shouts. Another rushes over to look at the light gun's read-outs.

Feathered? You mean feathers?

Yes yes! Pubes made of feathers! She says that a little too loudly and excitedly.

In the next moment Samus leans over with a deceptive calm and crushes the light gun in her hand. Easily. Definitely a calculated overreaction. The scientists gasp and, to her surprise, seem excited by that too. They start rambling and theorizing about her strength while another, wiser, more conservative scientist in the background slinks towards a Moon Phone and calls up the Moon Knights before Samus destroys anything else.

This is all a little too embarrassing so she's going to leave. Immediately. She's just walking right out that door without a word. NOBODY CAN PROVE ANYTHING NOW.]

▶ Wildcard
[[[you wanna wildcard LET'S WILDCARD. Places of interest to Samus would be the Moon Knights Headquarters on level 1 and the Greatmoon Groves on level 2, particularly the petting zoo because she can appreciate anyone who saves the animals and not the frames.]

camp nowhere

[webshoots]

[ he'd crept into the cavern via the walls and then the ceiling — whilst there's nothing in the immediate vicinity that's setting his spider-sense off, he's erring on the side of caution and, if he's honest with himself, a large metal suit is ordinarily something to be wary of. he watches her for a moment, two moments, then three and he's fascinated.

when the tool emerges, he drops down from the ceiling, landing almost noiselessly on his feet. he raises his hands — look, mom, empty — above his head and: ] I really don't mean to interrupt. [ there's a brief, momentary pause as he looks from her to the device and back again. ] But what did that do to hurt you? [ or: why are you dismantling it? ]

Demyx | Kingdom Hearts|

[synchroswim]

_{[OOC; I'm open to KH3 spoilers and can work with them since I'm not 100% on a canonpoint yet, just let me know so we can mark it in the headers!]}


[LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE]

A)

<sub>[The bugs were a welcome (even if they were annoying) sight after seeing nothing else for what felt like hours. If bugs existed here then that meant there must've been other forms of life around, right? And if that was the case then maybe, just maybe he could find someone who could tell him where in the seven Lights he ended up, because he was obviously not in Kansas anymore.

When he feels something pinch the side of his neck Demyx swats at it with a wince, but upon inspection of his glove he doesn't find anything. Maybe he missed it? Who knows, but he doesn't hear the high-pitched buzz anymore so he keeps trekking along until he stumbles.

Did he trip over something? No, there's nothing behind him, so what--?



He stumbles again and this time he goes down with a startled yelp, and the pins and needles start to set into his leg. He gives his thigh a good whack to try waking it up, but when he tries to move it he finds that it's not quite responding the way it's supposed to.]</sub>

Hey, what gives?!


[CAMP NOWHERE]

D)

<sub>[He was bored out of his mind in the caves, but the odd little device he picked up was a much welcome discovery. After poking and prodding at it and fumbling his way through the menus, he found the song. Does he understand half of what they're saying? Nope! But that doesn't make it any less catchy.

Looking around a bit, he finds a good rock to prop it up on, sits down in front of it,, and summons his sitar into his hands to start tuning and picking at the strings, intent on matching it up with the music. Upon noticing someone, he waves at them and offers a crooked grin.]</sub>

Yo! Have you ever heard these chicks before? Or know what they're saying?

_{[He won't bite!]}



[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]

I)

<sub>[Exploring was fine and dandy, but he's tired of wandering around. The second they offered food, Demyx took off in the direction they pointed him in. Unfortunately when he got there and found an empty spot at a table to sit down at with his tray, he found that it wasn't anything close to what he's eaten before. It's...

Well.

It's something.

He pokes at it with his fork, grimacing a little as it simply jiggles.]</sub>

Uh... I dunno about this. Is it really okay to eat stuff from another planet? It looks weird.

_{[That's rich coming from the same guy who used to stop for lunch in different worlds.]}


[WILDCARD]

_{[I'm more than open and willing to go with other prompts too, so feel free to hit me up with whatever! As far as moonblessings go, I'm leaning towards having Demyx end up with Cordis! Feel free to PM me/etc if you want a special starter, too!]}

I! KH3 spoilers possible in this thread

[thefloorislava]

Oh come on. [a familiar, lanky redhead takes a seat across from Demyx with a tray of his own. He's got on different clothes, but it's gotta be the same guy] We've eaten weirder stuff a zillion times. Don't wimp out now.

Jesse McCree | Overwatch | OTA

[good_bamf_ugly]

[[Original TDM thread over here, open to new and old threads!]]

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
A ⬤ Deadeye's Ready ✾
[Waking up in a place like this, McCree is pretty sure he's already hallucinating or at least dreaming very vividly. When the mosquito takes its bite his brain gladly conjures up something more familiar and palatable though no doubt still terribly influenced by the environment. The lunar landscape becomes a desert at night, stars bright enough to light up the sand which swirls in vivid pinks and purples, crystals become varying sized cacti. He treads through the sand like he's treading through water, slow and monotonous, a blank stare in his face. Please imagine basically this, complete with that exact song playing at a slower tempo.

The most dangerous part of this is when someone else comes into his field of view, he doesn't see them as something benign but instead a crystallized skeleton with one glaring red cyclops eye holding a sniper rifle, or a miasma cloud of dark smoke vaguely taking on a humanoid shape and uttering threats with sharp teeth, or a ninja-like figure with six arms, all holding long katanas pointed threateningly at him. Or any other monstrous and surreal proxies for any other Overwatch characters.

McCree's response is to raise his revolver and give a warning shot at the creature's feet--and by that I mean your feet.]

B ⬤ Save a Unicorn, ride a ???
[You know what's a bad idea in the midst of what he is still convinced is still some bad hallucinogenic trip straight out of the 80s or the weirdest dream he's having in his life? To absolutely regard the fearsome pegasus as something to attempt to tame and ride. McCree doesn't need too much help from this prompt. Wild horses are almost always way more trouble than they're worth, but he feels like it's worth an attempt because 1) he has no idea where he is or where he's going and he's slightly desperate for some modicum of familiarity and control, 2) this probably isn't all real anyway, and 3) real or not he's pretty sure he's going to live a life of regret. Who wants to lay on their deathbed thinking they let a pegasus get away when one was right in front of them? Slowly and carefully he approaches the beast, holding out his (not robotic) arm and making soft noises, easy girl, I won't hurt you and the like.

To his credit the pegasus also seems to regard McCree with some level of curiosity, like she senses this is a man with some underlying Moon Knight-ly quality or at least that he understands and deeply appreciates a good horse/horse-like creature. Appreciation is one thing but the moment McCree manages to get close enough to touch her neck she whinnies and rears back, beating her wings wildly. McCree is knocked flat on his ass from the force of the wind alone, but thankfully that's all that the pegasus does. She lands daintily only a few yards away, snorting as if to mock him. Someone tell him this is a bad idea.

Or, maybe, flash cut some minutes later, there's a Pegasus streaking low and frantically across the sky right over your head. There's a cowboy on her back--barely. He looks like he's going to get bucked off any second, but also that he's having the time of his life. Maybe help a guy out or at least follow him until he does inevitably fall.]


▶ Camp Nowhere
F ⬤ Need a Hand
[So that strange, pointed instrument found in the cave is something McCree is picking up and inspecting. Very quickly he realizes it's actually not leaving his robotic hand. He slides it around and manages to lift one end or the other but some part of it manages to keep a metal on metal contact. Then, it starts vibrating. His whole arm is rattling and clinking, somewhere between obnoxious and ominous. He holds his arm out as if expecting it to explode.]

Hey... a little help here?

[He tries to keep most of the panic out of his voice but there's a definite sense of urgency. He's pretty sure either a bomb or someone's old vibrator suddenly just got magnetized to his arm.]


▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
G ⬤ Moonshine
[McCree may not have initially been the most cooperative but once he gets some questions answered to some level of satisfaction he's at least civil enough to not need to be restrained while he takes a ride in the transport vehicles. This whole thing doesn't settle well with him but he won't get answers without playing along a little, and at least he's not alone. Since space is so limited inside, he offers to politely stand or sit on the floor so someone more needing of a bed can take one. It's not long before that moonshine fruit smell starts making its way through the ventilation system.

His eyes narrow and his nose crinkles as he gets a good whiff.]

You smell that...?

[If these people were going to drug them they'd have plenty of opportunities to do it but far be it for McCree to not immediately think the worst. Another couple of deep inhales and he feels an incredibly familiar sensation prickling comfortably in the back of his head.

Oh... oh yeah he knows that feeling anywhere. He's getting tipsy. How...? As someone who maybe has a problem with alcohol, he's inclined to keep drinking in the air to confirm or deny. His expression is slowly going from intense scrutiny to considerate appreciation.]

It's like smelling a feeling.


▶ Wildcard
[[[He's probably easiest to just generally mingle with before planetfall. He's an incredibly stereotypical looking cowboy with one (1) robot arm, he's a little hard to miss.]]

B

[yakiniku]

[There's a whole lot of commotion not too far up ahead. Hanzo is still convinced this is a dream. Nothing he knows exists has this color scheme in nature. He'd sooner accept that this is just one of those VR games that his brother once played when they were children.

He's smart enough to keep his distance, remaining hidden as he watches the brave fool approach the unicorn. Unicorns weren't real, and neither was this, but Hanzo is already invested in observing to see how exactly this all turns out. When the creature takes off with the man riding it, and holding on for deer life, he fights the urge to have a chuckle. The archer follows behind them, having to sprint to keep up.

Eventually he loses them and sees the very same unicorn flying past overhead, and hears a groan coming from the ground where the beast left its rider. Hanzo approaches, crouching near the man to see if he's alive, or if he has anything of value on him. Old habits die hard, and all that. Unfortunately he's not dead, so instead of reaching to check his pockets, he reaches out a hand to help him up.]

Was that worth it?

amelie lacroix / widowmaker - overwatch - ota

[bulletpointe]

> lisa frank's lsd funhouse - a - ✾

[ Hallucinations indeed; only for Amelie, all the different hallucinations are from her past, from her present, and from her darkest dreams. Dreams were not uncommon for her, but they were never this vivid. Her hair splays around her shoulder and face, almost weightless and halo-like in her imagination. They only contrast against the lit runes and small pinpricks of light given off by the mosquito. How strange; mosquitos never seemed to liken themselves to her or her blood. The flowers are even further accentuated against her pale skin, her dark tattoos and hair. She admires them momentarily.

She was completely disarmed. Dressed in only a nightgown, or something akin. It was strange; this was not how she went to sleep the night before?

Several things are conjured in her line of vision, between a large cat, a colorful spider, her ex-husband. Each one she barely reacts to, save for reaching out to touch them. She might land her fingers on nothing; just air. She might land her fingers on your face or your hair, breaking the illusion instantly. But no matter what, she reaches for them. Bright iridescent crystalline structures grow from her extremities, and yet, she doesn't mind them a bit. In fact, they're quite beautiful in her opinion, as pretty as the illuminated runes. It didn't matter. It was imaginary to her, all of it.

At one point she acknowledges--- ]

What a cruel dream.

> interstellar action force assemble - g

[ Someone definitely reacted violently. Amelie is fully restrained, looking absolutely enthused to be here. A sharp scowl pokes out from outside of her restraints, numbed and even masked, thanks to her snapping, scratching and biting. Nope, Widow has had none of this shitshow. Still, she is without tools, without weapons, only her fists, and she'd tried using them. It wasn't....scary, not to her. It was uninvited, instinct drove her to struggle rather than pure fear.

Being lobbed into her bed is certainly an unwelcome gesture, and she'd thrash around if she could. Unfortunately, she's immobile save for her sour expression. With a sigh, she resigns----for now.

Something is incredibly sweet smelling, and it would be quite the enticing treat whatever it was. But she can't move, let alone speak, make noise, roll away. Nope, she's completely stuck, much to her distaste. What a fine mess. ]

> interstellar action force assemble - h

[ Waking up from her transport over, Amelie is groggy and unfit to communicate. Instead, she comes around to....someone spilling her info out on a wide, brightly lit screen.

Her height, weight, skin and hair color, age, nationality....her irregularities. Low blood pressure, irregular reflexes, body augmentations.

Coming to, she realizes she's being poked, prodded, and when her mask is removed, asked question after question.

It's not unfamiliar. In fact, it's almost like a memory.

Someone's tied her hair back out of her face, taking her pulse, checking every orifice on her face. No, this was routine. Perhaps it was best to recline, let this happen, and lie in wait. Staring blankly, she scans for any kind of familiar face outside of the room. Until then, she remains silent. No question answered, nothing offered other than her cold, unfeeling stare. ]

> wildcard

[ Silent and quite unresponsive to even the most bizarre events that are unfolding in front of her, Amelie isn't completely shut off from outside communication. Maybe ask her what she's up to, where she's going, what she's looking for. Indeed, she'll look for any teammates, recognizable faces, friendly or foe, or really anything she can take advantage of. But to her, this is just another strange, outlandish dream. She was sure she'd wake up sooner or later.

Maybe though, try to refrain from spooking her. ]


ooc// open to new threads! any questions or ideas lob them at me in a PM!

for criminallysane

[bulletpointe]

[ Amelie is less clued into this dangerous game he's playing with his own mind, padding and prodding forward into what possibly could've brought her around as an apparition. She's remained blissfully unaware up even until now.

It's when he so kindly offers his hand to her that the real doubt begins to settle.

Not only did not he not offer his name (he wouldn't, he was the Cheshire Cat. Everyone knew him.) but the offer. The playing card. The offers of partnership from a child's character. And the short glimpse of a man.

It was cause for significant alarm, of which Amelie had none. All that remained were survival instincts, and the slight pangs of curiosity from her inner consciousness. ]

Of course.

[ A general gesture of meeting. A handshake, or in some flamboyant ones, a kiss. Her fingers gently brush what she sees; the supple flesh of a cat's padded paw. What's revealed underneath is much different; a lambskin leatherette of a glove.

In fact, the hallucination begins to peel away further, not just revealing the man underneath she'd been talking to, but herself. No longer was she dreaming Amelie. No flowing gown she fell asleep in, no dream imagery she'd conjured. Her Talon suit. Her rifle. Her visor.

Even the shade of her skin seemed all the more darker blue than it had been in her 'dream'. The funny thing was, the crystalline structures lining her skin, the runes delicately scrawled in and around her tattoos, faded. They were present, but...duller somehow.

Outwardly there is no fear, no recoil, only a moment's confusion. ]

And so.

Not all is as it seems.

Elden | Pathfinder original

[spitefullight]

((original here but here's some new options))

Fun house; mark of the destroyer

[ If he could use his hands he might be able to cast and remove this strange paralysis that fell over him. But, the only thing that was actually working was his one right leg. He's struggling to push himself along on it, he's grumbling as he tries to go along and just ends up lying there. ]

Ughhhhh, hello?! Is anyone around? Kiiiiinda stuck here. Could super use some remove paralysis....or to be carried? Anyone?

[ He groans again. ]

Where's the others when I need them?

Camp nowhere; D

[ He's watching this strange projection so far. Elden isn't familiar with this kind of technology and he's a little surprised at when the screen and image comes up. He knows Andrew worked on something like this at home for the wedding but he never thought it could be so small. Or it could capture and keep images forever.

He has to turn it over a few times before finally he sighs. ]

Well, it's not food...but still, I wonder what happened to these people? Caaaan't be good if all this stuff is just lying out here abandoned.

Setting camp

[ Elden has at least managed to scrounge up few supplies around here. He's a little bitter that he was dropped in this strange plane of existence without his travel pack. He figures whoever did this wanted him to die of exposure or hunger.

Thankfully, despite the food being of meh quality it was still something. With an old pot sitting above a fire he managed to cobble together, water bubbles and boils inside. How did the water get there when there weren't any real sources around? Well that's a question, huh?

Still, he seems to be making a pour attempt at soup with this powder. ]

Well, it's almost ready at least....I think.

It'd be nice if we had some bread...or fish.

Or oh man, churros. I would kill for churros. [ Ah yes, Churros. A fantasy land dessert. ]


Interstellar action; G

[ Elden definitely is not comfortable with sleeping with a stranger in the same bed. He might be trusting but he's not going to lie with someone he's never spoken to. However, he does give up the bed in favour of just sitting on the floor. He's kind of lulling in and out of sleep. He might be super exhausted in the morning but thankfully he'd be able to fix that in a few seconds. But, maybe it's because of the stress of not knowing where he was or how he got here that kept him awake.

He sighs, pushing a gauntleted hand through his hair as he looks over to the person nearby. ]

So, do you think they ever took into account that sleeping in this really loud and flying carriage was going to work?

They could've at least left some books around to pass the time.

Wildcard
[ If you have an idea for a thread lemme know! Elden is a focused healer caster so if you want him to like take care of your person lemme know. ]

Setting Camp

[sometimespawnskillkings]

No, I’ve had far too much fish in my lifetime.

[It was the only food he could get in his underwater lair, and then the only food they served in prison. And though he had started out liking fish, he is sick of it now.]

But bread or churros might be nice, I suppose.

And this soup, well... it’s better than nothing at all, isn’t it?

[And fish would be too, if that was what was getting served instead of soup. Hunger was just like that, he knew.]

ventus | kh: bbs | open to new threads

[callmeven]

[ a - lisa frank's fun house (c) ]

[this was far too strange to be a dream, he thinks. after all he's had plenty of those, some better than others, and none of them ever came close to this. whatever... this was.

maybe he'd been transported to a new world somehow? yet this line of reasoning fell short when upon using his keyblade to open a portal failed completely. instead he just looked and felt a little foolish standing there in the midst of nowhere waving his keyblade around trying to do something.

he'd been walking for awhile when he finally comes across a small body of water that looks too inviting not to approach. he was starting to feel thirsty and if he was to continue on - towards answers, he hoped - then he'd do well to stop and take a small break.

only, looking down at the water he's presented with a moving scene of aqua and terra holding his unnervingly still body. no words come through the surface, but as ventus moves closer to the edge he can see terra's and aqua's lips moving as she shakes at his body -

wake up, wake up ven-

as he watches them a terribly sickening dread curls tightly around his heart. ven leans over and starts to scream,]

T-Terra? Aqua? Please- Please-!

[ b - interstellar action (g) ]

[he can't get the scent of something sweet out of his nose and he's sure it'll drive him up the wall sooner rather than later. after being picked up from the wasteland he'd been wandering for... some time, and with the promise of better answers and a shelter ventus didn't think twice about boarding the transport vehicle.

but now sitting on the only bunk bed left not completely taken up by other arrivals that also just happens to sit next to a vent spewing that sweet smell makes him reconsider his choices. just a little bit. he tries to take small sips from the drink he'd been given earlier, but it doesn't seem to help the mild dizziness he was feeling now.] I wish we could open a window or something...

[ c - wildcard??? ]

[lets go explore the city, maybe change under the full moon - ventus with bunny ears anyone??? / also good for kh3 spoilers too! previous thread here ]

sora

[callmeven]

[that pegasus is coming their way. ven tugs at sora's hand, suddenly feeling very uneasy.]

It looks like... a winged horse.

I think it's looking at us.

luke skywalker ( star wars )

[xwing]

( g )

[ luke doesn't even question the close quarters. he's a pilot-- before he made rank, he was extremely accustomed to cramped cots and temporary lodgings shared with a half-dozen others. he is also extremely exhausted, between events on the death star and and his subsequent arrival here, so he gives his partner a weary glance and drops onto one side of the bed, slumping back against the wall. ]

I don't take up much room. [ but he's definitely not passing up the chance to nap, so take the other side of the cot or leave it, luke's not budging for a while. ]

( prismatica )

a.
[ near the base of the tower, staring up at the crystaluna, luke looks just a bit overwhelmed, maybe just a little bit dazed. excuse him, it's been a long couple of days, and this thing is A Lot. ]

b.
[ out in the market, he can be found examining a display of extremely pretty, extremely exotic, designer dildos with a slightly puzzled expression. luke, please. ]

c.
[ .. encounter him anywhere else? haggling with someone in the market, maybe, or trying to sort out his housing, or messing around with the comm device. maybe in a private area of the beach or groves or somewhere getting some lightsaber practice in. ]

g.

[webshoots]

[ whilst peter's used to cramped accommodations, he's used to it purely in the sense of 'and this was the largest space I could afford in the city'; however, he's spent enough time around the avengers, enough time in the proximity of shield and affiliated (and not) agencies that he's not shocked by the space he's introduced to after the examinations.

so when luke enters, the only thought that occurs to peter is that really, he's lucky he's had as much time alone as he has.

he recognises that tiredness, though: it's a rough approximation of his own — hydra, their rocket, all of that had been a lot — even for him, and he's aware that his definition of 'A Lot' alters on a near daily basis. the drink and first aid had been nice, but none of it was a replacement for rest. ]

Be my guest. [ he scoots across slightly, giving luke a little more room. he's right, though: he doesn't take up much room, and whilst peter's rarely ever the biggest guy in a room, luke is noticeably smaller. there's the briefest of silences where peter is aware that luke probably just wants to rest, but— ] You look about as good as I feel.

Larxene | Kingdom Hearts (KH3 spoilers OK!)

[thundara]

( Original thread here, and open to new threads. )

( lisa frank — C )

[ Somehow, she thought hell would be less pretty. All these sparkles are just a little too on the nose for her. Too on brand for her particular kind of magic. It's funny, too — one would expect a loss of any semblance of power after death, but here we are, surely dead, making sparks of electricity dance across her knuckles like it's nothing. Of course, it is nothing for her, and even that thought is ironic. ]

It's just one disappointment after another, isn't it?

[ Larxene's talking to herself, but it's not like any of the losers in her field of vision have any sort of clue what's going on. She's not going to make friends or form partners in a place where they're all obviously just as lost as she is. Better off on her own, like always.

But even if they're lost, they can be useful. She doesn't need to look in the pond a second time, but she'll approach the closest crowd of people and speak loudly enough to be heard. ]

So is the next life permanently glitter-space, or does anyone with a brain have any idea how to get past this?


( camp nowhere — E )

[ Her mouth is dry, but she's seriously starving. Being dead comes with some seriously bizarre physical needs. But didn't she read somewhere about the afterlife, and the punishments therein? Sounds about right, to her, to be stuck in eternity in need of satisfaction. She's so hungry, but the bags are disgusting. She won't do it.

Instead, Larxene picks up one of the bags with a gloved hand and thrusts it into the face of the nearest person. With the way she stands and barks orders, she looks taller than she looks, and there's no difficulty in acting intimidating when she has nothing left to lose. ]

I'm not putting this anywhere near my mouth just because it has some words written on it. You do it.


( interstellar action force — H )

You put your hands on my clothes and that's the last time any of you will have hands.

[ Her voice is relaxed and sugar-sweet, but it's also full of delightful malice. The kind of threat that can be backed up without hesitation. Larxene doesn't know or care about what's going on with this deep space mission, something something moons and scientists and how new and special they all are. This is the Organization all over again, and she just wants it over with.

They can take her vitals and write down her stats. Hell, she'll even give them her name to move the process faster. But she's definitely one of the... less cooperative people here.

Still, it's hard to be in a bad mood now that she knows she isn't dead. That's the only thing that matters. Alive, and in a perfectly normal state of being. All her own. So if even one of these science creeps tries to lay a hand on her she'll electrify everyone in the room. ]

vanitas

[thundara]

( here. )

Not yet. Should I be scared?

[ It's a lie, to fish for information. She's absolutely tried to use the corridors, but she can't get off this world. It's impossible. ]

Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4 Golden | OTA (Iris)

[pishirogane]

[Lisa Frank's LSD Funhouse - C]

Trying not to think too hard about the absurd, technicolor landscape, she kept walking. Which way didn't seem to really matter since every which way remained an eyesore, but what was imperative was finding some manner of shelter. From there, water would be ideal - dehydration would set in and become an issue much quicker than starvation, but Naoto understood she would have to take what she could get.

Hunger could gnaw away and her stomach would growl faintly, but she wanted to hold to one task. That, and the pond she proceeded to pass did not look to drink from. Unfortunately, weighing the options of drinking and momentarily sating her hunger while quenching her growing thirst had more pros to it than cons. Just... sample it first before consuming more, and any toxins might take their time to actually hinder her.

A cautious approach allowed her first to examine the shoreline and water sinking into the center revealed the liquid to still be questionable close up as far away. Not entirely spilled oil or gasoline, but remaining unsavory. About to kneel down anyway to drink some, she froze, watching the surface again with gradually widening eyes, immediately so many questions springing forth...

... And that's how the short young woman would be found by anyone else wandering the landscape: standing by the pond and observing something on the surface.

[Camp Nowhere - E]

"Hm..."

Turning over the bag, brow furrowed at the 'EDIBLE' label solely legible on the front, Naoto sure was taking her time to do much more. Eventually, she would open it, but rather than begin to eat, she proceeded to pinching some out and examining the powdered contents.

It may take a moment longer before she considered tasting.

Someone might want to try it now - or, those present with more patience, do you give her a few more minutes?

[ISA Assemble - I]

Though grateful for the opportunity to shower and eat, her mind was now allowed to function properly, a whirl by the answers she had received and the questions she still had; the top unanswered one being just why, why were any of them here. She couldn't fault them for being incapable of answering if they didn't know, but that further raised the importance of having said question solved.

Not that she could start trying to find that answer where they were presently, waiting to be taken to Prismatica. Yeah, they'd been on a moon this whole time - one of three.

Briefly pinching her nose, she turned and began to walk - to have a look around and to try talking to the others drawn into the situation as well.

Kanji

[pishirogane]

(OOC: Thread continuation from here.)

Yaha-kui zaShunina | Kado: the Right Answer | OTA (Open to new threads, too!)

[fractaljesus]

1; Lisa Frank wasn't even that cool anyway

Disorientation is an unfamiliar sensation for being known as Yaha-kui zaShunina. The surface of Iris is a far cry from the shifting golden fractals of Kado's interior, so when the Anisotropic Being opens his eyes from what had seemed to be no longer than a blink only to be greeted by unfamiliar crystalline structures, he doesn't panic , per se, but it does take him a moment to process the change in location. Perhaps were he more human, he might actually be alarmed by the situation, but instead the man approaches it with a distinct curiosity, calmly wandering the forest of crystal spires with a small pink cube floating in the air beside him.

2; Interstellar bus ride

Unlike some of the others who had found themselves wandering the wastes of the moon, Yaha-kui zaShunina was still in relatively good condition when the Prismals picked him up, and though he answered their questions without hesitation, he'd declined the offers of drink and medical attention and was swiftly directed to one of the recuperation rooms to await transport.

"You may sleep if you require it." Comes the white-haired man's oddly placid voice when another enters the room. Rather than rest himself, he has chosen to sit primly on the edge of the mattress, eyes locked onto the floating pink cube spinning lazily above his outstretched (and most definitely not attached to his shoulder ) hand, as if gleaning some sort of information from staring at the object.

3; Wildcard

[There is a ton of new information to absorb, so you can bet your britches zaShunina is going to be exploring every nook and cranny of the city after landing in Lunatia. The most likely place to find him will be the library in the Lunar Scientia Headquarters (inevitably with a tower of books as tall as himself stacked up beside his chair), but feel free to run into him on the streets as he wanders around, getting distracted by anything that catches his interest. For an optional added twist, he's under the Iris Moonblessing, so there may or may not be a few wispy, translucent white tendrils trailing from beneath his cloak and the strands of his hair glowing faintly like bioluminescent fiber-optics. (A picture for reference.)]

1

[scarredhorns]

When Lucy blearily opened her eyes to the prickling sensation of crystals against her skin, she startled. This was not her home. In fact, it didn't look like anything on Earth. Had Nyuu gotten into some sort of trouble again while she was asleep?

The panic is short-lived as Lucy schools her expression into something more stoic, not wanting anyone to notice that she was nervous. This wasn't her first time waking up in an unfamiliar place, so she would do what she usually did: wander around until something happened.

That something turned out to be Yaha-kui zaShunina.

He was a curious sight with the little pink cube floating around him, but Lucy supposed she might be just as odd with the two white horns poking out from her bright pink hair. She tilted her head to the side.

"What is that thing?"

Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Carryover + New threads welcome!

[princessences]

[ ▶ Original Top-Level ]

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House ▶ ✾ The Enchanter

[ It's certainly not a very welcoming scene that lays before her, but she knows she must keep moving forward. Whatever strange plane of existence or alternate reality she's ended up in must give some indication of how she arrived...shouldn't it? The little crystalline instinct that's following her is both very pretty and very much a nuisance. ]

Not now--

[ Allura bats it away, which proves to be her undoing as the contact makes a strange shape immediately welt on her skin. It doesn't look good, but it doesn't appear to hurt...some sort of bite or allergic reaction? She places her free hand on it and continues forward, hoping to mitigate any oncoming pain. She will have to look into it further when she has adequate resources.

Or until she finds someone...but it's not who she expects to find at all. There's a figure in the distance that Allura approaches cautiously, and gasps as she comes closer. ]

...It can't be!

[ Choose your own adventure! Does she see...

A ▶ Her father?
B ▶ A robeast?
C ▶ The Original 80s version of Lotor? ]

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble ▶ H

[ Allura is mostly compliant, taking the opportunity to try and learn more about the surroundings and situation. Some quid pro quo with questioning doesn't seem exactly balanced, but she knows to take what she can get. At least the people in this facility do seem to be forthcoming enough with their own information, but their own line of questioning is... ]

Height: ...Mutable.

[ Allura's brows furrow slightly. ]

Weight: ...denser than expected.

[ Her frown intensifies. ]

Excuse me?

Age: ...hm, that seems off. What about sexual activity--no, that can't be right either.

[ Her eyes widen before they narrow accusingly. ]

As much as I'd rather not ask, what is it telling you?

[ The scientist looks this way and that at the report before leveling their own gaze on Allura. (This is better than be left to wander in the wild wastes of this planet...isn't it?) ]

It's stating your last sexual activity as happening ten-thousand years ago.

[ WELP. ]

Well, that's hardly any of your business either way!

[ Thanks for rubbing it in. ]

▶ Wildcard

[ I am open! Feel free to PP this journal or hit me up at doggystyle ]

▶ KERRA

[princessences]

[ It's the only reasonable explanation she has for this sudden and strange burst of energy. It didn't quite feel like quintessence, though. She's not quite sure what "The Force" is either, but it had been a force, if anything.

She's hesitant, but reaches out in turn to the (notably still naked) woman. ]

Very well...

[ When their fingers touch, it's not the surprising jolt she felt before, perhaps because she is anticipating this one.B But the contact does leave her fingertips tingling and pleasantly warm. ]

What is this...?

It's the Chroma!

[ Allura whirls as a gaggle of scientists make their way back over. ]

They've done it!

Fantastic!

Claire Redfield | Resident Evil | Carryover + New threads welcome!

[ridewithdestiny]

[ Original Top Level ]

▶LSD Funhouse ▶A Enchanter ✾

[ It took her a while to go through her inventory of items. Three checks to confirm the following: her SLS 60, a wrist band from Umbrella, one green herb, a knife, and a small gold locket. Everything she remembers having (and using) before she found herself stranded in the middle of no where with the only other two survivors of Raccoon City, but where were Leon and Sherry? ]

Hello? [ She calls, out, hand cautiously resting over the handle of her gun. ] Is anyone out there?

[ No answer, and she was starting to get irritated the more she got bit by the damn mosquitoes. She really hoped this wasn't just another one of Umbrella's tricks when she practically freezes. She can hear the distant sound of heavy boots on a wood floor, stalking towards her with fierce determination. Claire quickly pulls her gun out of the holster, spinning around to take aim. ]

Damnit! How the fuck are you here?

▶Interstellar Action Force Assemble ▶ H

H-hey! I can walk myself. [ She tries to slow the scientists as they usher her in for testing. It doesn't help that she did try to convince them that she already had her yearly physical exam and she didn't need another one -- clearly that hasn't worked. ]

Let's see. Height: 5'6", Weight: 116lbs -- do you eat?

Yes? What kind of question is th--

Is her sexual activity frequent?

What the hell! You can't just ask that! [ Can they?! ]

▶Wildcard

[ I am open for anything! You can message this journal or pp @ [redfielding]

▶Kairi

[ridewithdestiny]

[ Now that they had a plan of action, she is looking for the first scientist she finds that would be willing to answer more basic questions. Claire takes a deep breath, and starts down the hall again, hoping someone would be less distracted by excitement.

Thankfully, it seems their luck was turning around. ]

Oh hey! Excuse me. Would you mind asking a few questions?

Depends on the question.

[ The scientist adjusts her glasses, and Claire offers a smile, gesturing to Kairi. ]

vincent valentine ( ffvii )

[protomateria]

( b )

[ wow, how did you manage to piss that pegasus off? either way, it's charging, all massive, muscular two-thousand pounds of it. maybe you're trying to run, or bracing yourself for a fight-- but then seemingly out of nowhere, something huge and beastly slams into it from the side, sending both winged horse and nightmare-creature tumbling over. the thing bites and claws and then leaps away, brandishing massive claws and tilting its canine head back to roar.

uh. is it here for a rescue, or did you just happen to be near when it found dinner..? ]

( e )

[ the baggies of 'edible' powder certainly aren't suspicious at all, but vincent plucks one carefully out of the cooler between two viciously-clawed fingers, lifting it to peer more closely at.

scarlet eyes lift over the edge of the bag to his companion, most of his expression obscured by cloak and dark hair. ]

.. I can try it first. I'm hard to kill. [ as in, maybe it's impossible to kill him. ]

( g )

[ vincent is pressed awkwardly into the corner of the room, looking faintly discomforted and overstimulated, staring at the bunk. he flicks a sideways glance to his temporary roommate, claws clicking together faintly as he taps his prosthetic against his leg. ]

.. I'll stand.

( h )

[ it's clear that vincent is on edge, scarlet eyes wide and a little feverish beneath the fall of his hair, body so tense it's a wonder he hasn't already lashed out. he clearly does not take well to all the invasive questions, or the request to undress. in fact, a reaching hand is reacted very poorly to, with vincent flinching back and smacking the fingers away harshly at the same time, breathing unsteady in his chest.

maybe it's a good idea to uhh get him out of there. ]

( wildcard )

[ feel free to encounter him anywhere, being vaguely awkward and uncomfortable. or maybe help an old man with a comm device. his prosthetic makes it awkward sometimes. ]

H

[oncebrokenway]

[well. a guy with a smell of darkness that potent, reacting that badly to the exam, is probably a recipe for disaster if something doesn't change pretty quick.]

Hey - can't you see he's uncomfortable? Back off him a little.

scotland ✘ HETALIA (oc)

[kilts]

_{[ original post over here! open to new threads! ]}

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House: ₪

[ Probably not one of the strangest dreams he's had, but his confusion turns quickly to anger when he realizes this place isn't a dream. You may catch him swearing with every colorful word under the sun, kicking childishly at various crystal formations until he seems satisfied with his little tangent. Hopefully nobody will see that, but they are free to. His agitation doesn't stop there when he feels the annoying bite from the mosquito which is heartlessly smacked and meets its death. It's about this time that Scotland feels like he isn't really alone, especially when he hears foot steps. He snarls, freckled nose wrinkling as he calls out. ]

Oi! I hear ya! Get your arse out here and face me! I'll proper box your ears if'n ya fuck with me!

_{[ His fists are up. He's ready to brawl with you.. even though he doesn't even know who you are? It'll be a hilarious brawl though, considering his arms are about to give out any second now from the mosquito's effects. ]}

▶ CAMP NOWHERE: D

<sub>[ It's strange. he feels hungry, but considering what he is, there isn't precisely a need to eat, though the feeling of emptiness is irritating. Then again, a lot of things irritated him. I promise, he's quite the jolly person once you give him some alcohol.

For now, though, he found himself seated into a crystal cavern. If prompted, Scotland wouldn't say he enjoyed the whimsical and almost magical atmosphere this place had.. even if that was true. Weird mosquito effects gone, he finds himself plunking at some device he found in this little place to occupy his time.. and that's when the music starts playing.. and playing.. and playing. ]</sub>

Haud ya wheesht! That's enough! Oi!

_{[ Solution? Slam dunk the device into the ground. That ought to make it stop. Or just hit the pause button. But throwing it on the ground? A much more satisfying end. Unfortunately, it doesn't break.. and the music keeps playing. Show him how to properly use technology. ]}

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble: G

_{[ As a reclusive island, he doesn't appreciate being harassed with personal questions, and like every bothersome obstacle he's come across here (besides the pegasus, because that was cool), Scotland cannot quite contain his temper when it comes to these things. He'd like to go back to his home country— as much of a mess as it was right now— and instead of conveying his thoughts and feelings into words, they transfer to his fists. Naturally, he's properly nerfed and subdued enough to where he's left feeling lethargic. He's handed a drink and shoved into a tiny room... and that's where you are! Half-lidded, green eyes study the person he's sharing the room with. The man was tall— 6'4" with fiery hair and a toned body. There's an awkward moment of silence as he watches you wordlessly, lifting the "refreshing drink" to his lips. ]}

Dinnae bother me, I willnae bother ya.

_{[ That's him drawing an imaginary line between you two.. but let's see how long this lasts in a cramped up space. ]}

✘ LIECHTENSTEIN.

[kilts]

<sub>[ God. Is he going to have to spell everything out with this one? It can't really be helped, though. She's always relying on her big brother and to have him not here must be heart breaking for her. Scotland considers it a bit of a vacation from his noisy siblings-- all of his messy politics back home-- so there's that silver lining to all of this.

His eyes bounce to her as he drums his fingers over his lips, chin still properly resting on the heel of his palm. ]</sub>

Dunno. Things. Y'know.
_{[ no.. no man, she really doesn't. Instead of explaining himself, he just skirts this conversation under the rug. That hand that was holding his chin goes around to rub against the back of his neck, his teeth baring slightly. ]}

I'm hopin' ya kin show up.
_{[ HE GUESSES? Is this how you talk to her? ]}

Just so I dinnae have ta keep watchin' ya.
_{[ AH.... so there it is. ]}

Wormwood | Original Character

[bodyhops]

( sparknotes: wormwood is an eldritch god trapped in a mortal body who loves humans to death -- much like a zoologist having a favorite species to study. more information about it can be found here! feel free to refer to wormwood w/ any pronouns, it doesn't have a gender and doesn't care. )

A | You're Tearing Me Apart, Lisa Frank! ✾
[At any other point in its endless life, Wormwood would've celebrated the change in scenery. Countless centuries spent languishing on Eden, watching the painfully slow crawl of humanity in its fleshy cage -- had this happened only a decade ago, the god would be beyond ecstatic! A new dimension, finally!

Instead, as it wanders through the glittering landscape, it feels--

--sick?

Yes, sick. The sensation makes Wormwood's skin crawl, and it despises that its prison can feel such sensations. This was a chance to explore and catalogue and instead, its stomach churns and its chest burns.

Then it sees it. A head of black, curly hair.

If you're passing by, a blonde woman will appear out of nowhere. Her smile is wide, unrestrained, and a little unsettling, and she'll try to grab you by the shoulder.]

Oh, so you came as well, Elm! Good boy. Our journey can continue despite this detour.

D | What's New Pussycat?
[Wormwood becomes more settled once the hallucinations wear off. It speaks in a more casual tone and it's all smiles -- to the point where it comes off as really off-putting. Now that it knows there's humans from other worlds here, it's in high spirits. A vast new expanse has been opened! The pain in its chest still hasn't gone away, but that'll handle itself in time, it's sure.]

Wow, their technology's come this far... [Wormwood chuckles to itself as it watches the holographic concert.] I can't believe animal prints are still around. Hum-- uh, people never change.

H | Skin Deep
[Nudity has never bothered Wormwood. If anything, it's immensely proud of the homunculus bodies it's created and it takes the chance to banter with the scientists studying it.]

Sexual activity? None, of course. Why? [It waves its hand dismissively.] Oh, no real reason. Are you satisfied? I'm a real piece of work, aren't I?

[All this attention is flattering, but it's getting a little bored. It turns to its neighbor.]

Now, that one, over there? [Wh-- Wormwood's pointing right at you???] That one looks a little below average. I'd take a closer look at them, if I were you.

? | Wildcard
( got an idea you wanna try? pm this account or hmu at goatsong! )

A, and I feel this is obligatory for Reasons.

[fractaljesus]

[Nothing can be farther from black than white, but under the influence of hallucination, anything can look like anything else. Thus Wormwood grabs the shoulder of a man in a white cloak, under the mistaken impression that he's someone she knows.]

You are under a misapprehension. [He corrects her in a calm, nearly monotone voice as he turns to look at her.] I am not this "Elm."

eraqus | kingdom hearts

[bookwin]

C. ▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE:

[ the crystal shards are... uncomfortable, to say the least. the pricking is vague, but it's enough to effect eraqus to the point of being noticeable. he doesn't know where he is or what could have sent him to another world. was it perhaps the crystals themselves affecting him in such a way? either way, all he can do is move forward.

he's not one to panic, and so the only thing he succeeds in doing is dirtying himself with that dust.

... well, this is quite the awakening.

it feels like he's been walking around, carefully inspecting the area before he eventually runs into one of those puddles of water. leaning down and inspecting it is done more out of curiosity than anything else. considering how unique everything here has been so far, it might be worth investigating.

what he finds is frankly a little alarming.

the image of his dear friend shows, the room where they would play chess from time to time showing a near crystal-clear vision. ]

An illusion? [ he cups his chin, looking contemplative. ] ... To think that this world could read someone's heart.

E. ▶ CAMP NOWHERE

[ first strange water, and now powdered food? he holds the bag upwards, inspecting it closely. ]

I can't help but wonder what might happen if I eat this. Will I start to see things again?

[ maybe he shouldn't be far too suspicious. the world hasn't done anything to harm him thus far. ]

G. ▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

[ eraqus was someone who hadn't reacted in a violent manner. while he appreciates having a place to stay, he can't say that he appreciates being taken out of his home like this. when he realizes that he isn't alone, he offers a small smile. ]

You're welcome to take the bed, if you're tired. I don't mind sleeping on the floor.

[ despite making conversation, he can't help but find that smell... distracting. just what could the source be? ]

G

[keythatconnects]

Oh that's okay, I--

[Sora starts, trying to be friendly and offer other solutions. But then he actually looks at Eraqus and then squints.

He knows this guy. He can't place it at first, but then he remembers Xehanort's final moments and realizes this is a younger version of Ven's master.

He's already met Invi, so the the concept that people would be taken from different times isn't new, but this feels like a bit of a trip.]

Hey, so, this is gonna sound weird. But are you a Keyblade wielder?