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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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[ 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. ]

[ 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.

I probably feel like I look, then, [ luke shoots back with a quick smile, expression warm in spite of his weariness. he shifts to kick off his boots, then curls a little, turning toward peter and offering out his gloved right hand. ] I'm Luke, by the way. [ hopefully peter doesn't mind the slight glitchy jerkiness of his hand-- he hasn't had the opportunity yet to repair it.

how long has it been, anyway? days? weeks? he's been running on little more than adrenaline and the force now for so long that it's all beginning to run together. his father is dead, the emperor is dead, and he has a twin sister who will be afraid when she can't find him, can't even sense him. it feels like another loss, their connection--one they'd barely been aware of for years--suddenly severed with his presence here. ]

It's been quite a rancor ride here so far, huh?

[ there's a flicker of curiosity as peter notes the hand, but it quickly shifts into a huff of a laugh. ] Then that makes two of us, [ he answers, before adding: ] Peter. It's a pleasure, despite the— [ he waves his hand at their surroundings ] —circumstances. [ there's a breath of a pause before he continues, the corners of his lips quirking into a brief wry smile. ] I was going to go for surreal.

[ he's used to weird and though there had been that moment when he'd first found himself here where he was certain he'd been through weirder, he's not so sure anymore: there are too many of them, all from different worlds and times, for this to make enough sense for peter to make sense of it. the explanations he'd been given so far were appreciated, but peter knows enough not to take everything he's told at face value; he knows enough, too, that even if they think they're telling the truth, there's generally always something more. he's hoping arriving at the planet (planet!) will help cast a little more light on things. ] —And I don't think the fun's going to stop any time soon.

[ On his part, Feather have been wandering around the whole place with an intention to find something interesting to occupy his interest since, well, he have gotten into trouble with the Moonknights for making a weird ruckus and it prompted him to be on the calmer side.

Such interesting thing just happens to that sparkly, glamorous looking dildo with a big 'DISCOUNT 50% ONLY FOR TODAY' label stapled on top of it for some reason. Don't mind him if he's poking his head just by your side, Luke. ]

Huh, that's a weird-looking blade. And it's really expensive, too.

[ What happens when you put two young, extremely 'innocent' (with a quotation mark) men in a one place? This thread. ]

[ oh. uh.. should he correct him..? luke is more or less aware of what these are, given his years as a pilot for the alliance--he'd have to be blind and deaf not to know what was going on around him at any given time--but let's be honest, this is the most elaborate display he's ever seen. and they're all so decorative-- what's the point exactly? are they actually meant to be displayed as art..?

he clears his throat, flushing. ]

Uh, it's not actually a blade. [ suns, here he goes. ] It's a.. sexual.. aid..

[ Bless him for trying. But honestly Luke, he's talking to, uh, some guy with probably the densest metal inside of his head. Feather here is pretty much a guy who knows nothing but outpunching people and be loud about it. ]

Sexual... aid? [ He crosses his arms, frowning a bit at the explanation as he glances around between Luke and the dildo. ] How would something this big and shiny help people sexually? Do you smack people with it or something?

[ Feather please stop. ]

[ Getting used to this wild place, or maybe shrugging it off as some kind of intense new VR tech that he'll eventually wake up and be unstrapped from, Joe MacMillan has already ingratiated himself with a few small-time shops, trading himself (or the promise thereof) for favours. Like the wet suit he's sporting as he strolls the beach keeping an eye out for a good break for future surfing. It's only a rental, but it soothes the irritation across his back and limbs. He might just buy it outright if the itching doesn't naturally let up soon. He doesn't trust the reassurances from the locals, and he can't really afford a spa day yet.

He finally leaves the cluttered public area of the shore behind after around half an hour of walking and rock-hopping, glad to escape the public eye for once. The relief, however, doesn't last long, but at least it isn't replaced with foreboding.

Halfway down a small rocky incline, Joe pauses when he hears a whoosh with an underlying electronic hum to it nearby. A muscle he didn't know existed around his ears twitches, as if trying to flick them like a cat. It's annoying, but he's more interested in the sound itself. Sliding the rest of the way to the sand, he homes in on it and keeps to the brush. What he didn't expect to find was some guy doing... sword practice? But with a neon tube. He vaguely remembers Gordon teasing him about something like this, and he knows it has a name, but off the top of his head, he can't remember it.

He watches for a few moments, intrigued, before calling out during what looks like a brief lull in the swinging. ]

You a fencer?

Oh my GOD. HAHAHA, OKAY, so like, I had a big theory about all of this vaporwave sci-fi bee-ess but I hadn't expected something like THIS, this to happen. Like, fuuuuck!! Mark, my guy, my dude!! YOU'RE LOOKING PRIME LIKE YOU DID IN THE 70's, BUDDY!!

_{[ Don't mind America just sitting on the cot but peering at Luke intently, his blue eyes growing wide and his smile only growing wider. ]}

What they do to ya to make you look SO FINE!? _{No homo.}

[It's a little impossible to miss the familiar, buzzing, hissing hum of a lightsaber, and to Kerra it's like a flame drawing in a moth. She hasn't seen another Force Sensitive here, or sensed one, so she approaches with all the caution she can muster. Dark hood pulled up to obscure her face, her aura shielded to prevent her sense in the Force giving her away, she follows the sound into the grove. One hand on her own blade, ready to defend herself, she picks her way through the brush with all the stealth she can muster and hunkers down to watch the stranger practice for a moment.

Eventually she steps out, making her presence known by deliberately walking into his field of vision.]

Haven't seen one of those in a while. Are you with the Order?

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please accept my love even if it is a little late ( G )

Prismatica C, the latest. But hello.