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▶ TDM OVERFLOW .001


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

Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:
The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.

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

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

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


Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top

Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.

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

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


Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top

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

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.

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

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


Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top

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

This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
thundara: (in·cog·ni·to)

[personal profile] thundara 2019-03-08 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
I came back. Looks like it wasn't meant to be. Don't tell me... you lost too?

[ Would she want to fight Xemnas? No. Definitely not. Out of the other Organization members, new or old, he seems to have the least fun with it. And after losing to Sora, twice, well... Her chances aren't looking good.

But she can still taunt him without too much fear. One fear. ]
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[personal profile] thundara 2019-03-08 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
I know that's who you are. What I don't know is why I know you, or anyone else.

[ Master Ava. That one flits across her mind, too, but she dismisses it without thinking too heavily. It's all frustrating, though, and she makes a disgusted noise and shifts, crossing her arms tighter. ]

Ugh! I don't know why I should care. Wielders of what?
oncebrokenway: (S5WhLEe)

[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-08 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I guess you'd be the expert.
oncebrokenway: (vtkQPLt)

[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-08 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[does the sound of water move for Riku, too?]

Disoriented? No, I can't say I have... my head's pretty clear.
serpentillusion: (022)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
The Keyblade, of course. Do you not remember having one of your own?

[How strange.]
printingpressismightiest: (smile)

[personal profile] printingpressismightiest 2019-03-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ That does get a smile out of Ienzo, albeit a slightly weak one. ] It would be more awkward having to share with a stranger. You wouldn't happen to know what's happening here, would you? I asked Riku, but he seemed as confused as I am.
sometimespawnskillkings: (Default)

A

[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Temple is sure this is an alien planet. But he has never heard of a planet with real life Dungeons and Dragons. And yet, there is honestly nothing else he can describe the sight he just saw as.]

[Not even cosplay.]

[But if the world wants him to play by Dungeons and Dragons rules, he supposes he can roll with that. Or he can try, anyway.]


... uh, no. No clerics. I haven’t seen any doctors either. Or medics. Or healers. Or herbalists.

Or anyone else who can heal what ails you.

So I think we’ll have to handle this on our own for a while.
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aqua

[personal profile] thundara 2019-03-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
( here. )

Well, that's how it came across.

[ She's having fun with this. How gullible is she, really? ]

That's how all of you work, isn't it? Doing whatever you can to look good, then rubbing it in the face of anyone you don't agree with. You like being what you are, and not just because it's the "right thing to do".

[ Enjoy those air-quotes she makes with her fingers, rolling her eyes. ]
oncebrokenway: (Default)

wildcard

[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-08 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[at one of those cafes where Izzy is getting her bearings, this human teenager making his way between the tables slips around behind her]

'Scuse me--

[he avoids her tail like he's 100% used to this kind of thing]
ninjabanish: (pic#12625294)

[personal profile] ninjabanish 2019-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, looking exasperated.]

Of my enemies, most were merely ignorant, if not incompetent. But there were those who knew the truth of what they were doing, and that was often their belief.
sometimespawnskillkings: (Default)

Enchanter

[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[His day was already surreal, and now a pretty man was flirting with him?]

[Wow.]

[Temple had no idea what to make of that. Especially since he had had no previous experience with being flirted with.]


... wait, what? Seriously?

You’re doing this while we’re on an unknown alien planet? Really? Shouldn’t we be more focused on, oh, I don’t know, surviving, maybe?

[Sure, he was flattered but... this really wasn’t the time.]
lightsworn: (pic#9651753)

[personal profile] lightsworn 2019-03-08 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Spoken like someone who hasn't got their fill at the Bismarck for at least a few days, aye.

[ There's a small chuckle at that, but well, Kaelas' not one for proper manner as well, being a gods darned Gladiator prospect who knew naught of manners until it was probably beaten into him by some of his friends. There is a beat after he says that, though. ]

You are from Eorzea, right? Could've sworn I've seen some Elezen that told me they aren't.

[ gotta keep up the pretense that he is a stranger after all. ]
abracafcku: (Can you believe it?)

[personal profile] abracafcku 2019-03-08 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[With every inclusion on that list, Taako feels his heart sink a little further. So no clerics or anyone who can heal him.

Great.

Great!!! He throws his hands up in the air - or tries to at least. He gets one up, the other hanging there limply by his side, barely grasping his staff.
]

Great! So I'm going to die and the last person I'm going to see is some rando. Wonderful, this is almost as bad as seeing Merle's Kenny Chesney tattoo!
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[personal profile] princessascended 2019-03-08 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my goodness yes. And they're always so arrogant and self-righteous, as if they're the smartest people in the world and the rest of us just can't see it... it's so obnoxious!
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[personal profile] printingpressismightiest 2019-03-08 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's fair. [ As strange as it feels being called that. He knows he's only been Ienzo again for a short while, but it already feels like a lifetime ago. In a way, it sort of was. He settles himself on the opposite end of the bed, kneeling properly with his hands in his lap. ]

Last I recall I was still trying to decrypt Ansem the Wise's research, then suddenly I found myself on another world entirely. Why? Do you remember how you got here?
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[personal profile] thundara 2019-03-08 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Larxene goes silent. Her face is... somewhere between a mix of disgust, and a lack of comprehension. And then, she explodes in an ear-piercing cackle, loud but not fake. ]

That's the funniest thing I've heard in... well, ever. And here I thought you were kind of stiff! Nice one.
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sgt. hatred

[personal profile] thundara 2019-03-08 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
( here. )

[ Wow. That was easier than she thought it would be. But she's not going to complain about people who do what they're told, and she just crosses her arms once they're free of the bag, watching him closely for signs of... she doesn't know. Poison. Magic. Suffocation. Whatever. ]

It looks like sawdust. Can you even swallow it?

[ What a weirdo. ]
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[personal profile] hellsangel 2019-03-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
I tried wearing white once, to ditch the funereal look. It didn't work so well. Made me look washed out. I fear pastels may have the same effect.

[His skin may be dark, but it does have a certain... pallor. He's grey-ish. He's aware of this, and finds that black is his best bet. However, this means in a Lisa Frank world, he sticks out like a bruise on the skin of the prime material.]

Maybe jewel tones, though. I've been told I'm a winter.
sometimespawnskillkings: (Default)

[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, that is the situation.

Unless, of course, we manage to find someone. Or leave this place. Or both.

Though I might need to carry you for that.

[Temple isn’t particularly strong and he’d rather not but... he doesn’t want this man to die a meaningless death out here, with him. Not when he can prevent it.]

Seeing as you can’t move and all...

[He decides to leave the tattoo unaddressed. He knows what it is like to know people like that, people who do things that you wish you didn’t know they did.]

[Oh, the stories he could tell - but won’t - about Buckey’s Masturbatorium.]
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[personal profile] notpliskin 2019-03-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
There it was, lines for Snake to actually read between. Snake stopped, easily allowing Otacon to take his hand.

"How long has it been?"

For him it'd been less than a day.
serpentillusion: (020)

[personal profile] serpentillusion 2019-03-08 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't joking.

[Completely serious.]
printingpressismightiest: (abashed)

[personal profile] printingpressismightiest 2019-03-08 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It stays in his ears too - the mark of sloppy illusion work, or unintentional, in this case. ]

Oh. [ He sounds disappointed and slightly stressed out by the answer. ] Are you sure you're hearing it too, then? Of course you are, you're the one who brought it up. It's just - I think I've been seeing things that aren't there, but it was difficult to tell when I was by myself.

[ He reaches up to brush his hair out of his face nervously, and Riku might catch a glimpse of a small mark on his hand, centered around what looks like a mosquito bite. ]
keythatconnects: (kh3 - corona smiling)

[personal profile] keythatconnects 2019-03-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Sora winces a bit.] Oh man, Kairi. That's just twisted!

[But he has to agree, very effective. And he ends up not able to hold the serious face for long and ends up laughing.]
song_of_ice: ([Jon] Stares (Amazed))

Interstellar Action

[personal profile] song_of_ice 2019-03-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Sansa?

[He heard her voice not far away, startling him from his thoughts and frustrations at being transported around and still feeling lost at everything that happened. It had been so long since he had seen her, and with the war refusing to leave his mind, it was both a comfort and another frustration to have her here.

He wanted her presence and to know she's safe, but at the same time...she belonged in Winterfell.]
keythatconnects: (kh3 - toy scratch cheek)

[personal profile] keythatconnects 2019-03-08 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Man, I must have really pissed you off... [Sora scratches his cheek nervously.]

I'm sorry.