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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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LSD FUN HOUSE; (A)

[Initially, the presence of a mosquito isn't worth much attention; it is annoying when it pricks her, prompting Gwendolyn to swat a hand in its direction, but not long after she suddenly finds her leg becoming tired and harder to move, right up until the moment it stops entirely and she tumbles forward onto the ground. After some fruitless attempts to move, the connection becomes clear; she instantly checks the spot she'd been stung and notices the mark where it occurred.]

This is...

[...bad. Is her whole body going to seize up? She reaches out for her spear, drives the crystal tipped end into the ground for support and struggles to pull herself to one leg. To her credit, she's almost standing!

But she falls again.

The spear even bounces off the ground as it drops and rolls away, leaving her unable to try that again. Help a girl out?]

LSD FUN HOUSE; (B)

[The pond shows what her heart most desires; it isn't that she wants to see her home (well, she does) but even more than that, she sees a number of her fellow Valkyries surrounding her body, with Myris and her Father closest of all. Myris is distraught to the point of tears, but Odin is the one attempting to wake her to no avail, shaking her body and calling to her.

She draws a hand to her chest...alone with her thoughts, she looks more guilty than upset.]

(Is it so wrong? Father's never been so worried for my sake...not once...that I can see him now with my own two eyes, concerned for my well being...what's wrong with that?)

[She considers it, but dismisses those darker thoughts by striking the pool with the end of her spear, the water rippling and distorting the image. She can't be happy for someone else's misery.]

This place...certainly is frustrating.

[She says aloud, to nobody in particular.]

FOOD

[While you're considering whether or not the food's safe to eat, Gwendolyn's already halfway through the contents of an opened bag nearby. She only stops once she realises she's being watched, looking over in the direction of the nearest onlooker.]

It isn't particularly tasty, but it's...filling.

[That's her excuse. her stomach is a black hole, it demands sustenance. at the very least she does extend the bag in offering? want some?]

Edited 2019-03-05 11:56 (UTC)

(from here)

With any luck, we might find something else further down the line.

[Like meat. Meat is good.]

I'd come across an animal earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to harm it. [It's less about it being a living creature and more about her not wanting to pick fights with strange animals by herself.] However, if we become desperate...

[It's an option.]

You cannot judge someone's personality based on their appearance.

[This is the stupidest thing she's ever heard? Is this dragon witch a complete idiot?

She'll keep it to herself of course, but good god.]

I'm nothing more than a soldier. But I'd rather be thought of unfavourably due to my own actions rather than being unfairly compared to people you know.

[Cause again, for emphasis, that's fucking stupid.]

[ ur fucking stupid

gottem ]

Hmm, you say that but...

[ The resemblance continues to be uncanny. Even when she defies Jeanne's description of Artoria, she somehow becomes more like Artoria. ]

Got it, so are you going to hand over some of that food or not?

[no no no this cant be happening

In any case, she looks down at the bag in her hand and, uh.]

...you may be better off picking out another one from the cooler.

[Her bag is empty. She consumed.]

[ This is absolutely happening. ]

Is it that tasty? [ It looks like dry powder so unless it's literally crack Jeanne is pretty sure it can't be that amazing, but she's hungry so she's going to go to the cooler like Gwen suggested. ]

I guess I'll find out. [ She rips the back open and pours the contents down her throat.

Chew chew. Swallow. ]

It tastes like sawdust.

[As Jeanne proceeds to get herself some food, Gwen decides it's only fair to tell her about the most important issue with it.]

I should warn you that it isn't very--

[Oh.]

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(I did try to warn her...)

[Oh well. Maybe it's for the best? She has to eat after all, so it's better to go in blind than anticipate the awful taste which could cause some hesitation.]

For the moment, I'm afraid it's all we have. So we've no choice but to grin and bear it.

[ Jeanne drops the half empty bag into Gwen's lap, still grimacing. ]

I've lost my appetite so I guess that's the same as being full. [ Servants don't have much use for actual nutrition anyway, since their bodies are mostly composed of magic stuff. ]

But for someone who's trying to grin and bear it, you sure put it away pretty damn fast.

[ A true black hole of consumption if Jeanne's ever seen one. There's a limit to not being a picky eater, surely! ]

We can't be sure when our next meal will come along. Isn't it better to fully prepare ourselves?

[that's her excuse and she's sticking to it]

Yea, well, fuck ya too!

_{[ SPLASH. Gwendolyn may strike the water delicately with the end of her spear, but here, a few meters off, there's a rather frustrated red head punching the water with his fist. Honestly, he didn't really have any sense of serenity with all of this. He wanted a good strong drink and maybe a cigar.

Still, Gwen may see him folding himself up cross legged on the ground and placing his hands on his knees. His eyes are shut and his face is twisting into something of distaste. Was he actually trying to meditate for a change? Find his peace? Count to three?

..Nope, cause he peeps one eye open and he's swearing again. ]}

Ya stupid bampot! Don't be showin' me shite like that!
_{[ He doesn't like what he sees either, but he's a little (a lot) more vocal about it. Scotland's gaze settles on the girl nearby. ]}

Oi, what ya lookin' at?
_{[ He's gonna ask, even if she isn't looking at him at all.. cause that's how he does. ]}

Edited 2019-03-06 01:50 (UTC)

[Oh no, she isn’t stupid. Everyone knows loud angry guys yelling at pools of water aren’t to be encouraged, let alone engaged.

His reaction does make sense; aside her own fairly complicated feelings it’s likely whatever the pool shows would cause someone else great distress, but is that her problem? Only when the other person doesn’t act like a wild animal over it.

So ever polite, while hiding the fact she now has an extremely bad impression of this guy, she simply shakes her head.]

My attention is entirely taken by the pool. I’ll be departing shortly, so pay me no mind sir.

[There. She’s sure that’ll do it.]

_{[ It's common behavior for him. For whatever reason, he really likes speaking to himself. Maybe it's cause he isolates himself on his island? Honestly, you have to pry him off his country farm to socialize unless you offer to pay for the event or meal.. then he's there in an instant.

Though, given the strange situation they're in, Scotland can't help but be curious at what she might see.. and more so, if he can see whatever it is the water is showing her. He actually unfolds himself and crawls over.. just a little closer.. not too close, then sits up right, trying to peer at the water in front of her. ]}

What? Ya mean seein' myself proper blootered off me arse-- passed the fuck out from drinkin'. That's all it is. That what yer seein' too?

_{[ It's stupid. His species can't die so easily. They're ~*magical*~ or something. ]}

...I believe it’s reflection may be dependent on the heart of the one gazing into the pool. That isn’t what I see.

[And quite frankly she’d like to keep it this way; the topic of the conversation he’s broached is not one she wants to even approach with a total stranger, least of all a clear brute like this one.

So—]

You truly find such an image so distressing?

_{[ Yeah. He does find it distressing, because he certainly knows that he looks dead. Deader than dead. But as akin to his family, he's in denial.. of a lot of stuff.

Thankfully, he has seemed to simmer down, distracted by their conversation. His arms fold over his chest and he arches his back, sitting up straight and tall. ]}

Just thinkin' it's fuckin' weird, that's all. How would this place know anythin' 'bout us?

[Simmering is good. She can handle simmering.

It’s less of an important question to her however, given her home and how that is. Gwendolyn crouches down and lays her spear to her side (away from him, intentionally) and trails a few fingers along the surface of the water, leaving ripples in her wake]

An enchanctment of some kind, I’d imagine. Whether intentional or not, I cannot say. I’m no spellcaster.

(from here!)

[In an attempt to try and reassure her, Gwendolyn raises her hands and makes a placating gesture.]

Please, it's alright. There's no need to apologise.

In a situation like this, it's important to get rest when you can.

[And wherever...even if it means sleeping on her. Lyria's just lucky she's cute or Gwendolyn would've had more of an issue with it.]

[ Lyria can't quite shake of the look of embarrassment, even though Gwendolyn's words seemed genuine. ]

Well... it was very nice. [ She admits, a little sheepishly, before attempting to pull herself up and away from the other woman's lap. ] You're very warm! And kind! Thank you so much!

[This is just about the nicest thing anyone's ever said to her...ever? So it's only making her feel more awkward. How do you handle being complimented.

She's torn on whether or not to acknowledge it, but decides to just move past it.]

...well, there's no telling what our captors may have in store for us. It only makes sense that we attempt to look out for one another, as comrades.

[Yeah, she's happy with that answer. It'll do.]

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