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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!

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Riku | Kingdom Hearts | continuations and new threads!

[oncebrokenway]

LSD FUN HOUSE - A

[Riku wasn't panicking. He wasn't even all that surprised, honestly. it's hardly the first time he's woken up on a strange and strangely beautiful alien world, and at least this time he's fairly sure that it's not happening because of any sort of cataclysmic event.

why it is happening, then, is an open question. but there's only two major possibilities he can think of. and since he wasn't tossed here as a castaway...

there's a very good chance he's here because he's needed.

and if that's the case, he wouldn't be worthy of his key, or his title, if he turned away now.

he barely notices the sting, and he fails to see the mark of the Sinner ⍢ slowly darkening on his shoulder. what he does feel, however, is the growing thirst; he tries to ignore it for as long as he can, but eventually it brings him to his knees.

it's not really how this spell is meant to be applied. but he's desperate. he has to try.]

W--Watera--

CAMP NOWHERE - E

[well, the presence of a container is at least a good omen for finding some kind of civilization. the fact that it apparently contains provisions... could be good or bad for his chances of finding that civilization soon.

Riku turns a bag over in his hands, studying it dubiously.]

"Edible". And... that's all you've got to say for yourself. Great.

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - G

[Of course he hadn't put up any resistance. Why would he? He'd been looking for people, and he's pretty sure he's on official business. He'd been... more than a little put off by the questions, and ended up giving more sass than useful answers out of sheer embarrassment, but he had cooperated.

sitting on the edge of the provided bunk, he sighs deeply. This is going to be a weird time, then.]

WILD CARD

[Time to kill? Exploring? Riku is on it. Maybe you find him doing something normal like seeing the sights or talking to the locals. Or maybe you find him doing some kind of ridiculous and physically-dubious parkour like a weirdo!]

E

[ninjabanish]

[Well, let's play a game of good news bad news, Riku. Bad news: A girl, 6'6, pointed ears, with strong darkness pings, and loaded out with weapons, is grabbing for your arm.

Good news: She's a doctor. Debatably.]

I would advise against eating that. We've no idea how long it has been here, nor even what it is.

[oncebrokenway]

[wow, the pointed ears and darkness smell just FILL him with confidence! on the other hand, he knows what a Xehanort smells like, and she doesn't smell like that.

still, he blocks the grab reflexively, in a way that definitely says "startled combat veteran".]

... The packaging doesn't look degraded, and there's not a lot of dust. I don't think it's been here long.

[ninjabanish]

[well, that makes two of you, then. But at least she looks over him, and looks back at the packaging to verify his claims.]

... Perhaps. I know not what strange material this package is made of. [her world predates plastics, okay.] And I trust it not.

[oncebrokenway]

[well, she she doesn't seem like a threat - just unnecessarily quiet coming up behind people - so he drops his guard, and regards her curiously]

It's called plastic. You can make a lot of things with it, and it's actually pretty good for keeping food fresh.

[he looks again at the bag, dubious]

... Though this might be pushing the definition of 'food' a little.

DESTINY TRIO

[oncebrokenway]

[continued from here]

I know what you mean. I had enough of "flat, purple, and has crystals" the last time I was in the barrens around Radiant Garden, thanks.

[keythatconnects]

[Sora's hands end up behind his head as he looks around them.]

It is kind of pretty though...

[princessascended]

Sure, at first. But it's the same no matter where you look. It'd be nice if we at least had crystals in different shapes or something. Crystal trees, crystal mountains...

[They're going to just start suggesting other things that would be cool made out of crystal in a moment.]

[oncebrokenway]

Some of these are big enough to use for building material. Imagine a crystal castle.

EVA

[oncebrokenway]

[from here]

[for his part, the boy doesn't seem to have any trouble meeting that gaze. he holds himself with a quiet but seemingly unshakable assurance. Eva may not be able to see right through him, but she can probably see that it wouldn't matter much to him if she could.]

I'm sure we'll both find ways to keep ourselves busy. I think we have to be here for a reason.

[takingchances]

[Her brows raise. There's an interesting observation.]

Why do you think that?

[oncebrokenway]

Mostly just a feeling I have. My friends and I... almost every single one of us ended up here. In our line of work, things like that... don't just happen for no reason. Right from the start, I felt like - we had to be here because we were needed.

[gestures a bit with one hand]

Being a "Moonblessed" isn't exactly what I thought that was going to mean, but here we are.

wildcard

[swordstho]

[ the saniwa is actually.. incredibly out of his element and overwhelmed. he'd been bred and raised for one purpose, and while he's quite good at that singular thing, it means his worldly experience is.. lacking. very lacking. the bustle and noise had, therefore, quickly proven to be too much, which is how he'd wound up on the roof of a business, perched on the edge to watch the comings and goings in relative peace and quiet.

he is not, then, expecting for another figure to vault up onto the roof near him. in fact, it startles him so badly he yelps and nearly tumbles off the roof altogether, catching himself at the last minute with his heart hammering in his chest as he scrambles away from the edge and the other teenager, gold eyes wide and stunned in his face. ]

How-- Where--?

[oncebrokenway]

--Sorry!

[having made his landing, he takes a couple steps back, holding his hands up placatingly]

I didn't notice you up here. Sorry I startled you.

[swordstho]

[ honestly, given the habits of many of his swords, he should be accustomed to this sort of thing. it's just, this isn't the citadel, and he's only run into one or two of them here. still, he's a little embarrassed by his own reaction, and quickly gathers himself and rises to his feet, keeping his distance from the stranger despite the apology. caution never hurt anyone, after all. ]

No, it's-- I apologize for the reaction, I should have-- [ should have what, really? sensed him? it's not like his spirits, and with so much going on around him, it'd be a miracle to pick out a single life force out of the crowd below. he lets the sentence drop without finishing it, instead arching his brows questioningly. ] What exactly are you doing up here, anyway? [ pot, kettle. ]

Wild Card

[letxequalnull]

[Xemnas is not, precisely, exploring. Not in quite the same way at least. There is, no doubt, any of a number of things that could be worthy of exploration sooner or later, yes. But neither is there any immediate hurry; accordingly, what Xemnas is doing is less 'exploring' and more 'lurking atop buildings.'

Admittedly, he's not expecting to find one of the Keybearers engaging in physically-dubious parkour, but at the same time it's not entirely out of the ordinary, either.

That said, he makes no effort to approach either. Simply waits and watches - he's well aware that Riku will be aware of his presence, and he's willing enough to leave whether or not a confrontation ensues entirely in Riku's hands, for the time being.]

[oncebrokenway]

[you know, he'd thought they were done with this. he really had. but - that is Xemnas's scent, unmistakably. somehow, somehow, he's here on the new world with them.

so, yes, a confrontation will ensue. it's only a matter of minutes before Riku makes his way up to the same rooftop as Xemnas.

his concession to diplomacy is that for the moment, his hands are empty.]

Look. We just got done with the War.

Are you going to make us kill you a third time, or do you think you can behave yourself?

[letxequalnull]

[To his credit, at least, Xemnas doesn't make it any harder than he has to. He's aware that Riku is making his way up to him, yes, but he offers nothing to impede Riku's progress. Nor does he make the slightest attempt to go anywhere else - if they are to exist within the same world, this will have to have happened sooner or later, and he sees no sense in delaying matters further.

It's only once Riku finishes making his way up to the rooftop that he moves, spreading his hands in one of his all-too-customary theatrical gestures. It does however, call attention to the fact that, for now, his own hands are similarly empty. His own blades - and the void he wields besides - are never far, of course. But for now, he is willing to offer that brief concession to diplomacy.]

I have little desire to bring about such a conflict yet again. Not when there is still so much to learn of this world.

[Of course, neither can he be said to truly desire anything. But he does seem to at least mean what he says.]

LUXORD

[oncebrokenway]

[from here

Luxord's annoyance is both obvious and amusing. he's never seemed like somebody who especially cared about bluffing - at least outside of a gamble - so Riku decides to take him at his word. he opens up the bag.]

There, was that so hard? Thanks.

Tell you what, I'll play you in a card game if we make it to civilization.

[might as well stay on his good side.]

[chronometry]

Spoilsport.

[While huffy about it, the promise of cards absolutely perks him right up. Clearly Riku knows the way to his not-heart.]

I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

[oncebrokenway]

[Riku knows what Luxord is about.]

Sure. Least I can do to make up for being a "spoilsport."

[dips his finger in the bag and takes a bit. ... huh.]

Wow. That's... underwhelming.

AXEL/LEA

[oncebrokenway]

[from here]

Not that I've noticed.

[the tentacles reach for Lea's hand too, and they do seem to be stingless - they'll just feel soft and airy against Lea's skin.

Riku lets out a comfortable little sigh at the contact, his eyes sliding shut]

That feels kind of nice...

in the bunks!

[404s]

Riku!

[ Aqua had said that Kairi, Riku, and Sora were here and so he'd been curious.

Really, Data Sora should be able to tell the real Riku apart from Data Riku. But he's too excited to see a Riku in general as he peeks into the room. That the real Riku and Sora were around was something Data Sora had never expected. ]

Woah, so you're the real Riku!

[ That is...apparently all the explanation Riku is going to get for a tiny Sora suddenly poking his head into his room and gawking at him. ]

[oncebrokenway]

Wha--

[so, there is exactly one context in which Riku is at all prepared to be called "the real Riku". and the person relevant to this context did not, apparently, make it to the purple moon.

he also, definitely, was never a tiny Sora. (what on earth, how is he so tiny? did Sora really used to be that tiny??)

he just stares blankly for a moment, momentarily stalled out as his brain cycles through and discards possibilities. replica? time travel? heretofore unknown side effect of the dreaming worlds? ????]

I... sure am?

[404s]

I'm Sora!

[ wait he knew that HOLD ON ]

Or I'm...kind of Sora! I'm from the Datascape, so I'm Data Sora!

[ he even named himself for everyone's convenience. ]

I thought you were the other Riku at first, but it doesn't look like he's here...