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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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scotland ✘ HETALIA (oc)

[kilts]

_{[ original post over here! open to new threads! ]}

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House: ₪

[ Probably not one of the strangest dreams he's had, but his confusion turns quickly to anger when he realizes this place isn't a dream. You may catch him swearing with every colorful word under the sun, kicking childishly at various crystal formations until he seems satisfied with his little tangent. Hopefully nobody will see that, but they are free to. His agitation doesn't stop there when he feels the annoying bite from the mosquito which is heartlessly smacked and meets its death. It's about this time that Scotland feels like he isn't really alone, especially when he hears foot steps. He snarls, freckled nose wrinkling as he calls out. ]

Oi! I hear ya! Get your arse out here and face me! I'll proper box your ears if'n ya fuck with me!

_{[ His fists are up. He's ready to brawl with you.. even though he doesn't even know who you are? It'll be a hilarious brawl though, considering his arms are about to give out any second now from the mosquito's effects. ]}

▶ CAMP NOWHERE: D

<sub>[ It's strange. he feels hungry, but considering what he is, there isn't precisely a need to eat, though the feeling of emptiness is irritating. Then again, a lot of things irritated him. I promise, he's quite the jolly person once you give him some alcohol.

For now, though, he found himself seated into a crystal cavern. If prompted, Scotland wouldn't say he enjoyed the whimsical and almost magical atmosphere this place had.. even if that was true. Weird mosquito effects gone, he finds himself plunking at some device he found in this little place to occupy his time.. and that's when the music starts playing.. and playing.. and playing. ]</sub>

Haud ya wheesht! That's enough! Oi!

_{[ Solution? Slam dunk the device into the ground. That ought to make it stop. Or just hit the pause button. But throwing it on the ground? A much more satisfying end. Unfortunately, it doesn't break.. and the music keeps playing. Show him how to properly use technology. ]}

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble: G

_{[ As a reclusive island, he doesn't appreciate being harassed with personal questions, and like every bothersome obstacle he's come across here (besides the pegasus, because that was cool), Scotland cannot quite contain his temper when it comes to these things. He'd like to go back to his home country— as much of a mess as it was right now— and instead of conveying his thoughts and feelings into words, they transfer to his fists. Naturally, he's properly nerfed and subdued enough to where he's left feeling lethargic. He's handed a drink and shoved into a tiny room... and that's where you are! Half-lidded, green eyes study the person he's sharing the room with. The man was tall— 6'4" with fiery hair and a toned body. There's an awkward moment of silence as he watches you wordlessly, lifting the "refreshing drink" to his lips. ]}

Dinnae bother me, I willnae bother ya.

_{[ That's him drawing an imaginary line between you two.. but let's see how long this lasts in a cramped up space. ]}

✘ LIECHTENSTEIN.

[kilts]

<sub>[ God. Is he going to have to spell everything out with this one? It can't really be helped, though. She's always relying on her big brother and to have him not here must be heart breaking for her. Scotland considers it a bit of a vacation from his noisy siblings-- all of his messy politics back home-- so there's that silver lining to all of this.

His eyes bounce to her as he drums his fingers over his lips, chin still properly resting on the heel of his palm. ]</sub>

Dunno. Things. Y'know.
_{[ no.. no man, she really doesn't. Instead of explaining himself, he just skirts this conversation under the rug. That hand that was holding his chin goes around to rub against the back of his neck, his teeth baring slightly. ]}

I'm hopin' ya kin show up.
_{[ HE GUESSES? Is this how you talk to her? ]}

Just so I dinnae have ta keep watchin' ya.
_{[ AH.... so there it is. ]}

[steuerparadies]

[ Look, when you've a brother like Switzerland, most things get thrown out the window before it even reaches Swiss borders. So while Liech may have an inkling or two about the relationships between nations, she doesn't think too deep about them.

Either way, even if Scotland doesn't explain, she just rolls with it, nodding as if it makes sense. Of course it does. Things happen, and some things are best left untouched. And of course, now he brings up Switzerland's name and there's a flustered look on her face. ]

I do hope brother is here, but I also do not wish for him to be stuck in this place like I am. But... [ She sweeps some invisible dust on her dress. ] Am I bothering you, Mr. Scotland? Are you waiting for Mr. France to return, and I should not be here?

[ Because clearly that sounds like it. Maybe she's been imposing on him too much. ]

[kilts]

Yea. Guess havin' him around wouldn't be too bad.. for yer sake at least.

<sub>[ He's kind of indifferent to him, but there were small things he respected about Switzerland.. not like he'd easily say that.
At her inquiry, though, his posture adjusts and he pulls his chin from his hand, looking down at her.

Geez. He really wasn't that much of a bully anymore, but he certainly sounded like one at times. It was never intentional. ]</sub>

Waitin' for Frankie?
_{[ He's a little concerned where his ally ran off to, it's true. He just grumbles though. ]}

Nah. Fuck him. You're.. _{[ a slight grimace ]} .. fine. In fact, don't ya be runnin' off without me. Not until we find someone else here you can rely on, a'right?

_{[ He's sure Switzerland has shown her how to defend herself, but she's so.. small, and gentle from his experience. He'd fell bad if something did happen to her just because he ran her off from being a grouch. ]}

[steuerparadies]

[ Somewhere, elsewhere, Switzerland is screaming his head off about Scotland and language. Or at least cocking a gun in an attempt to shoot the Scot dead.

Either way, Liechtenstein brightens up a bit as she nods. It seems he isn't mad at her, not specifically. More at their surrounding situation at hand. ]

All right! Safety in numbers, that is what brother would say. Oh! [ She rummages something in her dress pocket, pulling out an unopened food bag. The very same ones she'd found earlier. ]

Are you hungry, Mr. Scotland? These are not very tasty, but it fills your stomach. [ That just confirms that Liech had at least eaten some of it since she knew its flavour. ]

✘ SCATHACH.

[kilts]

<sub>[ So here we are. Two stubborn and ornery Scots. He feels some odd connection to her, but as typical, he's thinking it might just be something having to do with she might belong to him as he often felt when meeting one of his citizens outside of his country.

But no, something was quite magical about her too, and it was irritating he couldn't exactly place what it could be. It's probably the only reason he feels the pit of his stomach twist when she insists on leaving. His fingers curl against the crystal as he tries to maintain his balance, watching her walk off. ]</sub>

Oi! Where ya think you're goin'!?

_{[ probably.. to find.. better company, buddy. ]}

[scatmaam]

To survive. [ She responded back, not even bothering to look over her shoulder back at him. ]

lisa frank.

[byanyother]

[ If Scotland's expecting an immediate brawl, he'll be sorely disappointed by the sight in front of him. A woman, dressed inappropriately for the place they've found themselves in but entirely appropriately otherwise, assuming one doesn't consider bare shoulders risque.

She stands perfectly at ease despite the immediate threat to her person. In fact, the smile that plays across her lips suggests she's more amused than anything at his behavior. ]

My my, didn't your mother ever teach you to mind your manners around a lady?

[ How positively rude of him. ]