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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!
badluckblues: (qrow07)

[personal profile] badluckblues 2019-03-10 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure am, Princess." Ha! Qrow 1, literal teenager 0. He's... crowing over this underhanded victory, but only on the inside, because he suspects that Weiss will actually stab him if he laughs out loud. That would be awfully uncouth for the Schnee heiress, but she could present a reasonable argument that he deserved it.

Qrow does manage to conceal his smirk until she turns around, but it's short lived. Judging by those dainty coughs, it sounds like the poor girl followed his example a little too closely...

"Oh, my bad. Should've warned you not to down it all at once like that."
sometimespawnskillkings: (Default)

[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-10 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I am.

They’re really common where I’m from.

[And that makes him wonder where she could possibly be from.]

Would you like me to help you with it?
princessascended: (Wonder what's out there...)

[personal profile] princessascended 2019-03-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, I don't really think being warped to an unfamiliar world out of nowhere is a situation that usually lends itself to simplicity.

Anyway. You said your name was Zelda, right? I'm Kairi.

[She holds out her hand.]
garb4ge: (I'm offended you think I'm lying)

[personal profile] garb4ge 2019-03-10 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Klaus just rubs his neck, sighs.]

Well, shit. You've got a point, there.

[He puts both his hands behind his head .]

Blood elf. Adrasteius, right.

I'm Klaus, from Earth. Not quite so exciting.
harai: (pic#12519008)

[personal profile] harai 2019-03-10 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Ishikirimaru starts to get an answer to his question, but it all comes at the same time as one of the orderlies handing him back his clothes so he can get dressed again and a familiar voice grabbing his attention from the edge of the curtain. So, needless to say, he's still pretty much in the dark on that little foray.

But it's no matter, he'll figure things out as they come. More importantly, that voice belongs to a comrade!]


Ah, Yamatonokami Yasusada! I must admit, it is a relief to see a familiar face amid all this.

[The people taking his information have moved to a corner of his little area, seemingly to discuss some more among themselves, so Ishikirimaru waves Yasusada in. Does that mean the other sword has been unwillingly volunteered to endure this line of questioning next? Possibly.

Whoops.]


Might I trouble you for your assistance? I would hate to take up more time than necessary fixing myself up again.

[Because even he is not unaware that his penchant for taking his time can be viewed as...frustrating. At least his clothes aren't terribly complicated, but can a young, sprightly thing like Yasusada agree? Only time will tell.]
carney: <user name=spacecaptainz site=twitter.com> (Default)

[personal profile] carney 2019-03-10 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He is indeed very absurd, all of it very much on purpose. It is definitely very endearing, mostly if you squint and probably also if you stop listening to him talk. Love him, Luci.

He makes a point of looking up at the sky, as if to check for said pegasus. The numerous charms and chains hanging from his horns glint and tinkle with the movement. Conversationally—
]

Is that a common problem, around here?

[New in town, u kno...]
starlightforesight: (Default)

[personal profile] starlightforesight 2019-03-10 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It's much more fun to tease a little and keep things ambiguous, especially with someone he doesn't know. While this stranger certainly doesn't seem opposed either way Blavat also likes to play coy. And just be difficult in general.]

Isn't life more exciting with a little mystery? Where would the point in living be if we already had all the answers?

[He chuckles then, shrugging.]

But perhaps you're right that there are bigger things to focus on right now.
hymnals: you can't tell me to regret (i'm not beat up by this yet)

[personal profile] hymnals 2019-03-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

[He's just kneeling down to examine his new patient when he feels a distinct prickle on top of his hand. He winces, then casts about for the source: the crystal bug is already flitting off, fat with fresh blood.]

Ugh.

[Anyway.]

No obvious injury ... Did you fall? Did anything strike you?

[He jerks his head at the fleeing mosquito.]

Did one of those get you?
good_bamf_ugly: (pic#10311591)

[personal profile] good_bamf_ugly 2019-03-10 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't bother to reign in a soft chuckle when she makes it clear she doesn't know--or is pretending to not know--what a watering hole is. He wouldn't put it past her if she was indirectly comparing him to an animal. It probably wouldn't have been the first time that's happened to him. Either way he takes it in stride, eager to oblige a pretty face.]

Fair enough. Spent enough time wandering around alone on that moon.

[He offers his hand, gloved. His other more robotic hand hangs loosely at his side.]

Name's McCree.
sometimespawnskillkings: (Default)

[personal profile] sometimespawnskillkings 2019-03-10 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Much bigger things.

[Temple laughs, the flirting and the idea of ‘bigger things’ taking his mind in a totally unwholesome direction.]

Like how we are on an unfamiliar planet, with no idea how we got here.
hymnals: i'm on trial (who's a heretic now)

[personal profile] hymnals 2019-03-10 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Adra is not the enigmatic, ethereal kind of elf, his general shimmery appearance aside.]

Earth, huh? Straightforward. Nothing wrong with that.
envoyoftwilight: (if you don't take her out tonight)

[personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2019-03-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Got it in one. What a clever boy. Midna has a thing for those. As such, she looks transparently pleased by his reaction. He's not shuffling her off or refusing her company. If everyone showing up in Lunatia is this agreeable, perhaps being out of the Twilight Realm won't be such a terrible thing.

Her head dips and eyes his hand. What. What is he doing. What strange custom involves holding out a hand. No, really. Midna's never shook a hand in her life. What, should a princess risk touching filthy hobos with nice hats? She has the good sense to not say any of this and instead, just mirrors him. She doesn't take his hand. Just holds one of hers out in return, runes and all.]


McCree. [That's a funny name for an... animal.] I'm Midna. [But you can call her Your Majesty.]
trenchdoting: (angry)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hey now, don't look at me! I'm way ahead of you on that one, pal! [He says, with far too much confidence for a joke.]

When I first got here? The first thing I did was pinch myself like crazy! I also dunked my head in a pond, so I'm as awake as I can be! [He clears his throat.] Whatever's going down here, I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this. Between a detective and a bounty hunter, we might just have all the brainpower we need!
killful: <user name="yoji_nero" site="twitter.com"> (075 manage star)

[personal profile] killful 2019-03-10 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, yeah? Even creeps can look this good!

[Yan Qing gestures to himself. Believe it, Sieg. Anyway, he's a freak. He's got a ghost in him or something.

He pokes Siegfried square in the chest, brows furrowing in concern.]


You oughta be careful out here. You don't know what kinda alien bullshit this place's got at night. C'mon, let's lose the glasses— [A tattooed hand reaches out to grab them off Siegfried's face.]
yakiniku: (ドヤ顔)

saunters in drunk and late

[personal profile] yakiniku 2019-03-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He has to give it to the man for trying. It shows he has courage, but it also makes him question whether or not he has his head screwed on right. If they were in the same boat it's likely the man believed that he was dreaming or not in reality at the very least.

The contact from pulling him to his feet is too real for any of this to be in his head, and he has to force himself not to bombard the man with questions about where he's from and how they got here.]


While I appreciate the offer, I will have to decline. [Obviously. A creature like that is not meant to be tamed. In VR nor in reality. Speaking of which, he looks the man over, and Hanzo's brows furrow like he's trying to make sense of seeing someone dressed the way he is in a place like this. It doesn't feel right. Like a knife in the wrong holster.]

Who are you? Where are we?
schmisse: (r012)

[personal profile] schmisse 2019-03-10 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Qrow doesn't have to worry about getting stabbed by this Schnee. If she and Qrow had the same history as he does with her sister, then maybe, but they don't. Qrow just kept secrets from her team, amongst other things. It's nothing stab-worthy, not when he's just as lost as to what his purpose is now like the rest of them. Thanks, Ozpin!

She can't even think about stabbing him right now, even if she wanted to, anyway. When she turns to face him, her eyes are wide and are watering.

"I need water!" Though it comes in gasps as she smacks her chest with her palm. Swallowing a buttload of powder was definitely not a wise move.
theoceanbetween: ([glare])

[personal profile] theoceanbetween 2019-03-10 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The scientists don't seem to be bothered by the threatening now that Larxene's attention is elsewhere, and one even points at himself and nods enthusiastically when Aqua briefly glances their way. Yes, please let him examine your head, blue one.

Aqua, for her part, looks away from the scientists ( :[ ) and makes a face at Larxene. It's less at Larxene and more at the fact that being away for over ten years means she has no clue what's going on that people in black coats are starting to appear. Even the good, nameless man had such a coat, but that and the ensuing attack they suffered meant he had an association with these people. Which doesn't seem to mean anything good!
]

There's no one else here dressed like you.

[Clearly, Aqua hasn't seen the gamut of Organization members yet...christ.]

I want to know who the man with the Heartless at his back is, and where he went.

[She just wants to save the nice grandpa who told her good stories. :( Even with apparent time shenanigans going on, any info is useful, especially if more coat people are around!!

Especially because coat people seem to like making conversation before attacking people. Rude as hell.
]
gluhen: (098。)

you brought this upon yourself

[personal profile] gluhen 2019-03-10 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
I only judge the things that were simply not meant to be eaten. Not everyone shares your lack of standards.

[ If only that fact had saved Percival from his fate at the camp back in Duplicity, but he'd like to forget that place even existed, still trying to convince himself that it was all a fever dream. Besides, Siegfried wasn't there to experience the joys of food poisoning with them -not that he would have even succumbed to any ailments at all.

Percival does follow suit in removing his own armor and keeping his sword lit up for the time being as he tries to keep his eyes peeled for any potential danger. It's eerily quiet around the camp site, and he can't tell if it's even night with no moon nor sun to follow, just a few distant celestial bodies swallowed up by the purple haze that is the sky.

Eventually, his head does start to tip to one side as the rest of his body slouches over until his head lands on Siegfried's shoulder, only registering the heat that makes him think it would be so nice to lay on his mattress on the Grandcypher right about now. His hand clings to the front of Siegfried's shirt as he would a pillow case while a sizable bit of drool gradually starts to stain the older knight's shirt. ]
wisdomprevails: (judging you but serious this time)

[personal profile] wisdomprevails 2019-03-10 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Do you see it, too?

[She doesn't mean to speak up so suddenly, but the look upon this woman's face makes Zelda think that she wasn't the only one who saw something unnerving in the water.]
envoyoftwilight: (at the top of the stairs)

[personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2019-03-10 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[And that...
Wait. There are undeniable similarities, but this girl... She's younger, isn't she? But the resemblance is uncanny.

For several moments, Midna's interest is infinitely more piqued by Zelda's presence.]


Hm? [Maybe she really is going mad.]

Anyone ever tell you that you look like a princess? [Because naturally that suddenly matters far more than anything Midna might have seen or thought she might have seen. That she doesn't have answers leaves her feeling vulnerable and she doesn't like the thought that someone else would learn that about her.

Perhaps that's a touch of misplaced pride.]
shadowonthe: <user name=backonrepeat site=tumblr.com> (ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ)

[personal profile] shadowonthe 2019-03-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Molly’s eyes widen for a hot second, and he follows it with a mischevious grin.

He knows it’s because he’s a tiefling. He’s unnatural in his own world, here thricefold. But if it didn’t lend to his already big head, then he just wouldn’t be Molly, would he?

“Ah, well. Looking is free, so stare all you’d like.” he chimes with a wink before going back to his cards.

“If you change your mind though, maybe a for-fun fortune or a chit chat, I’m all ears.”
hymnals: it's obvious (i've had enough)

[personal profile] hymnals 2019-03-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He scowls.]

I can see that it's a gun, though I don't think even the goblins have produced anything quite like what you're shoving into my back.

[He squirms. Could he fight back? Possibly. Is he going to? Probably not.]

And what are you expecting me to tell you? My name's Adrasteius? I'm from Azeroth. Not this planet, by the way.

[Uh.]

I'm sin'dorei.

[The relevant facts.]
ninjabanish: (pic#12977692)

[personal profile] ninjabanish 2019-03-10 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[did you turn into a robot for a minute]

No, but... Their heart?
princessascended: (You're joking)

[personal profile] princessascended 2019-03-10 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
They removed them. And replaced them. With copies of the same heart. Belonging to one specific old man.
badluckblues: (qrow10)

[personal profile] badluckblues 2019-03-10 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Qrow's palm meets his forehead as he sighs, all traces of childish smugness over his little 'win' gone. Stupid, that was stupid of him to not warn her. And to top it off, he can't even tell if this is regular bad luck or that, having no way of knowing yet if their semblances would even work here in this... wherever they were.

Maybe he'd had some tiny little smidgen of hope that they wouldn't.

"Okay, hold on," Qrow urges her, both hands uselessly held in front of him in that calming motion. He already knows there aren't any drinks in the cooler, and a quick glance around that cozy cavern reveals no obvious pools of water. There are a few bits and pieces of equipment strewn about, a canteen might be among them, but he'd have to search -

Then the most obvious solution hits him. For gods' sakes...

Qrow pulls the flask. Even wipes the mouth of it on his sleeve for her highness, before pressing it into her hands. "One drink, got it? It's already watered down -" That part's grumbled.

"- I'll look around for a canteen or something in all this junk."